New Britain herald., 1915-11-30
News for Theater Goeys 1znd Women Readers
REVELATIONS0F A WIFE.
By ADELE GARRHyON

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 ''How is the baby this morning?' I asked. Better, I hope" Wait minute" she said. C will call my madam She vanished and I heard whis- pcred comment. "Oh! that woman from across the hall. I suppose I shall have to see l er"
 But the woman from across the hall' was walking rapidly away, her face afame
 What Thoughtless Walk Brought Madge. I had walked a long way from the door of my apartment before I re- covered from the shock of my neigh bOr's insolence.
 Of course I realized that she had no idea I could overhear her words when she had said to her maid: "Oh! that woman from across the hall, I suppose l shall have to see her.
 Upon thinking it over, I was a trif1e ashamed of the childish rage that had made me walk away from my neighbor's door without waiting for the maid to come back With the grudging invitation to come in
 
 manner and declined the invitation, saying that I only wished to inquire after the baby's welfare-which was the truth.
 But theinsolent, drawing words had made me so angry that I could not have controlled my feelings if I had met the woman who uttered them.
 To think that this woman whose baby had been brought almost dying into my apartment the night before, when she was absent, should consider it bore to meet me!
 Why, if it had not been for the skill and promptness of Lillian Gale, and the assistance all of us had given her, the baby might now be dead!
 l felt that I had read her and her husband correctly the night before when I thought them snobbish and ill-bred.
 Look out, lady! Why don't you look where you are going?"
 pollceman's hand grasped my arm and swung me out of the path of an automobile bus. I looked around startled I had been so ab- SC rbed in my angry thoughts that I bad not noticed in the least where I vas walking. Here I was in the mid dle of Fifth avenue, it's many vehicles of all kinds darting up and down.
 Don't you ever do that again. You might have been killed'
 The officers voice held note of anger, for which I did not blame him. If anything had happened to me, he probably would have had to bear part of the blame.
 Where do you want to go any 1n6 viz ho cid not intend to lose sight of me until I should be started safely on my way.
 I searched my brain wildly for an ar swer. Where did I want to go? If I should tell this solicitous policeman the truth, Anywhere, for walk" I felt that he would look upon me With suspicion.
 l The sight of another automobile bus Numbering up the avenue gave me an | ir spiration.
 II want to take bus," I said
 All right lady, I'll take you over to 1t. You want to remember next time that they stop on this side. of the street,
 "Plenty of Room.' He stil grasped my arm firmly as if he suspected me of an intention to run away from him. I entered the bus and sat down. Then I had a sud- den thought. Why not ride outside ? It is one of my favorite summer diver sions, the ride on the top of the big 'ous, although I had .never ridden there in the winter time. But the day was unusually mild, almost like spring although it was January, and I was warmly clad. Indeed I had found my heavy long coat very oppressive in my walk. It would be just the thing for a ride.
 As l paid my fare, I spoke to the conductor
 "Is there room on the top?"
 He grinned widely "Plenty of loom, lady"
 When I climbed the winding stairs tc the top, I found his words were only too true. One man, enveloped in big fur coat and smoking vigor- ously, sat in rear seat The rest of the seats were empty. A Surprising Meeting. ! would have turned and gone down l again, but I did not like to face the conductors wide grin, so walked t calmly to the front seat of the bus always my favorite when can get it and settled down to enjoy my ride.
 All the world and his wife appeared to be on the avenue. My seat on the t front of the bus was like box seat in a theatre. From it I could look down on the people below I coulo see beautifully costumed women ir automobiles and on foot, and jostlins
 them closely came numbers of other r women in the cheapest kind of cloth
 ing, yet all of it carefully initiating r the costlier attire. No place for real shabbiness on the avenue! Plenty of shoddiness, plenty r of cheap imitation,, but I did not sec