Evening public ledger. [volume] (Philadelphia [Pa.]) 1914-1942, 1916-10-03
OF INTEREST TO WOMEN IN The HUME oN
MY MARRIED LIFE
The First Quarrel
By ADELE GARRISON

"II.L give you three guesses. Madse'
Il Dicky stood just inside the door OF
the living room. holding an immenee par
Gel carefully wrapped Ills hat was on
the back Of his head. his eyes shining
his whole face aglow with boyish mis-
chief.
IFS for you. my frst housekeeping
prc,en,. that IL needed IN every well-reg.
uiated family" he buriesqued boasuuily'
but you are not TO see Il until we have
something TO eat and you have guessed
what II is"
Il know Il II something lovely. DEAR
I replied sedately. but come 20 your ain
ner. II Is getting cold.
plcky looked triie hurt as he FOL
lowed me 20 the dining room. ] knew
what he expccted-enthusiastic curiosity
and a demand for the immediate opening
OF the parcel I can imagine the pretty
enthusiasm. the caresses with which al
most any other woman would nave
greeted a bridegroom OF two weeks Win
his first present
Is SHE "COLD"7
But Il is simply impossible for me 70
push. I cannot express emotion OF any
kind with the facility OF most women
worshiped my mother but ] rarely
kissed her or expressed my love Tor her
in words. My love for Dicky terrihes
me sometlmes-it IL so strong-out
cannot 40 up TO him and oner him an
unsolicited kiss or caress. Respond 70
bis caresses. yesl But offer them OF my
own yolition, never! There is something
inside me that makes It an absolute I'M
possibility.
what's the menu. Madge? The beef
again2"
Dick's tone was mildly qulzzical. his
smile mischlevous; but | flushed hoty'
lie had touched sore spot The butcher
| had brought me a huge slab OF meat iot
| my first dinner when / had timidly or
| dered rib roast" and, with the aid oil
nv mothers cookbook and my own smat
| ,erlng OF cooking. my sole housewtely
accomplishment had been trying TO ois
| guise IL for subsequent meals.
This is positively its last appearance
on any stage" ! assured him, trying &c
be gay Besides, it's a casserole WITH
rice, and defy you to detect whethei
the chief ingredient be fish, flesh oil
fowl"
THE DINNER LUCK
Casserole is usually my pet aversion
| Dick said solemnly. Look not on I'M
casserole when it is table d'hote'' is on
of the pet little proverbs in my imme
dIste set. Too much like Spanish steal
| ..a.u nfOmalnGS
But IL you made It I'll tackle It, II yo'
have TO call the ambulance In the mex
half hour"
"Dicxy, YOU surely do not think
vouId use meat that was doubtful, d.
you?" l asked. horror-stricken. Don
eat IL. Wait and I'll fix up some egg
for you"
Dick arose stlfiy, walked around Z
NV side Of the table and gravely tappe
my head in imitation Of a phrenologist.
absolute depression where the bum
called sense Of humor' ought to be. To
bad! Pretty creature, too. Cause he
lots OF trouble in the days TO come" h
chanted solemnly.
Then he bent and kissed me. Don
be a goose. Madge," he admonished, IAN
never, never take me seriously.
don't know the meaning Of the wore
Come on, let's eat the thingumbob. J.
bet it's delicious"
lie uncovered the casserole and re
garded the steaming contents critical!
Smells scrumptious," he announces
whats in the other? Potatoes au gratini
as he took off the cover OF the otht