New Britain herald., 1916-04-24
REVELATI0NSOF A WIFEI
By ADELE GARRGON

"to keep you standing here with l your wraps on. Come into my bed l room and get out of them"
 ] Is It worth while?'' I tried to | make the question casual. but I told , myself that I did not wish to be ad- | mitted to the intimacy of her bed l room.
 'T have a great deal to do today'- ] the words came more easily as I 1 proceeded--"and I expect to spend much of my time in the reference
 room of the public library. You see that history class which I am to con- duct begins day after tom orrow, and
 I must get my course outlined. I have my old notebooks with me-" in- dicating a bundle I carried. "and ! as soon as possible I must get to the library, so it really seems unneces- sary to remove my wraps''
 Let me be the judge of that" Mrs. Underwood replied with the touch of hearty friendliness which is one of her chief charms. We entered her bedroom as she spoke the exquisite rose pink boudoir which r had once tactlessly declared to be 1 just the setting for young girl, realizing Immediately afterward from , my hostess agitation that it must i have been intended for her own daughter, of whose existence I had not dreamed.
 Both Dread the Moment. She helped me off with my coat, iaid my hat away, and then picked up my parcel of notebooks
 We cannot talk here" she said, EiyoC c1n ,I ! meaning I interpreted at once. She i did not wish to soil the room of her
 little daughter no longer hers with | the sordid recital I was afraid I was l about to hear.
 '"The library is much quieter, freer
 from Interruption, and, besides, it is 1 my own particular den. We shall be
 much more comfortable there.'
 She led the way into the hall and
 up the staircase of the old-fashioned
 house which she had made her home finally reaching a large room lined , with bookcases. Every available
 space was filled with books. A table
 with a drawing board stood in front
 of one of the big windows and a
 typewriter desk near another
 The room was a symphony ir
 ivory and brown. Autumn leaves |, 1an riot over the wall paper. Heav.
 draperies of dark brown velvet hun!
 against the ivory doors in sucl
 fashion that they could be draw
 over them, excluding all sound. Tn draperies at the windows were film, ; however, of some thin cream stuff with tiny leaves and vines borderin, the sides.
 A glorious wood fire cracked ant snapped in the old-fashioned marbl l fireplace at one side of the room Drawn up near it two cavernous fire
 side chairs with wonderful brow tapestry cushions invited occupancS
 An immense colonial sofa and two o
 i three other chairs, also done in ta l pestry, completed the furnishings 1 save for a most businesslike lookin office chair in front of the type
 ! writer desk.
 r This is my cave" Mrs. Underwoo said, a note of pardonable pride il , her voice she saw my breathles admiration. of course I do most o
 roy work at the studio, but if I don , | feel like going out I work here, an, it is the place where I loaf and in vite my soup always. Harry's den across the hall. Want to see it? |, Without waiting for reply sh led the way to another large room all in maroon coloring, with b
 1 feather chairs and couches--a man ! room in every particular.
 Harry has one of the best theatri cal libraries in the country" sh
 1 commented as we turned back t' |, her own nook. His collection o
 old programs and dramatic maga
 zines are worth while looking over." I knew she was talking agains
 time, that she as well as I dreade the moment when we should fac
 each other and she should resurrec
 1 things long buried for my inspection