New Britain herald., 1915-10-04
A Better from Jack.

As soon as Dicky had left the house after our argument over my pro- posed club position, I called up an employment agency asking that 8 cook be sent to me. This done, I cleared away the dishes and washed them, and prepared a dessert for dinner. Then finding the want ad- vertisement of the Sunday papers, I looked carefully through the columns headed situations Wanted, Female"
 Cook, German-Hungarian, first class wishes position; sleep home, best references, 967 East One Hundred and Twenty seventh street basement"
 This appealed to me for two req sons one that the woman offered ref erences, the other that she would sleep at home. Our apartment was too small to house a maid in addition to ourselves. If I were obliged to rent a room in the building for her it would add more than cared to pay to the cost of her maintenance.
 Cook, good all-around private family sleep in or our, references, 564 East One Hundred and Sixth street. .".
 This also appealed to me, but l could find no other items in the column which looked even possible.
 I clipped the advertisements and fastened each neatly to 8 sheet Of notepaper Then I wrote beneath each one; Please call, Thursday or Friday. Ask for Mrs. Richard Gra- ham, apartment 4, 46 East Twenty ninth street"
 I addressed the envelopes properly, inserted the answers in the envelopes, sealed and stamped them, then ran out to the post box on the corner with them I walked back very slow 1y, for there was nothing more that needed to be done, and I could put off no longer the setting of my problem.
 I locked the door of my room, pull ed down the shade, and exchanging my house dress for a comfortable negligee, lay down upon my bed to think things out.
 I tried to put myself in Dicky's place, and to understand his reasons for objecting to my earning any money of my own I sat upright in bed as thought flashed across my brain. Was that the reason? Were his objections to this plan of mine what he pretended they. were? Did ne really ICIdT lIiciL lillSii1 ilCNO oAh pleasant publicity thrust upon me, and that some of our pleasure plans might be spoiled by the weekly lecture engagement? Or was he the type of man who could not bear his wife to have any money or plans or even thoughts which did not originate with him?
 The Postman's Ring.
 I resolved to find out just what mo otive was behind his objections. If he were willing that I should try to earn money in some other way l would gladly refuse this offer. But if he were opposed to my ever having any income of my own the issue might as we'll come now as later. loud ringing of the doorbell awoke me.
 For a moment I could not under stand how came to be in bed. Then I rememb bered. After the deliberation of my quiet hour, when I had deter mined to find out just what was Dicky's motive in opposing my de- cision to earn some money of my own. I found I was shaking with a nervous chill I had lain down and pulled the covers closely around me in the endeavor to get warm. I must have fallen asleep.
 Throwing off my negligee and put ting on a little afternoon gown, I twisted up my hair into a careless . knot and hurried to the door. The ring had been the postman's. The afternoon newspapers lay upon the l floor With them was a letter with my former name upon it in hand | l~ | forwarded from my old boarding l house. The superscription looked l queer to me as if it were the name | of some one I had known long ago. Miss Margaret Spencer" and then l in the grabbed handwriting of my
 dear old landlady, "care of Mrs. ! Richard Graham"
 | I opened the letter slowly. It bore