New Britain herald., 1916-02-14
How Madge Rade Jack Good-by by
 d Lucky Chance.

1 going or what I was going to do. | Only one idea possessed me-to put l as much space as possible between me l and the apartment which held my l husband and his mother. Reaching the street, I started to l walk along it briskly. But trembling 1 as I was from the humillatlng scene l l had just gone through, l saw that i I could not walk indefinitely, and that | I must get some place at once where I could be alone and think. "Taxi, ma am %
 A taxi whose driver evidently had been watching me in the hope or a fare rolled up beside me. driven into it gratefully. At least in it's shelter I would be alone and safe from observation for 8 few minutes, long enough for me to de- eide what to do next. Where to, ma'am ?' I searched my memory wildly for a moment Where to, indeed. But the chauffeur waited.
 Brooklyn bridge" I said desper ately.
 "very we'll, ma'am," and in an ether minute we were speeding swiftly southWard.
 I cannot imagine why, I gave that particular address to the chauffeur. I must have had some hay idea in my mind that Brooklyn bridge was a good safe central point, from which I could travel to any point of the compass I wished.
 As I sank back against the cushions of the taxi I had a sudden swift vision of Jacks face as I had seen 1t On our last ride together.
 co1116 1r1ooSt the 1peO tones of his voice as he bade me good-by. What was it he had said?
 ''If the impossible should happen, and your husband should fail you, remember, Jack is waiting, ready to do anything for you"
 We'll, by husband had certainly foiled me, I told myself bitterly. The thought of my brother-cousin's ready sympathy, the protecting care he had always given me- made me long sud- denly to take him my troubles as I had done ever since we were tiny children.
 He had written that he was going to sail in the morning to join the French engineering corps. If I saw him at all I must go straight to his rooms.
 I took the speaking tube in my I of Jacks rooms-and then-sanity came back to me.
 The Moments Madness Gone.
 "You are not Margaret Spencer, a free agent, who can do as she pleases, 1 but Margaret Graham. the wife Of Richard Graham" I said to myself. I remembered what Jack himself had said to me over the telephone when
 11i bid him good-by.
 NO, Margaret. you must not do i that. Frankly, I could not bear to | must not come to see me off without him.
 He had said other things, too, words which stung me now in the light of my present actions:
 Margaret, I am going to send no messages to you. l want none from you Remember, you are married. Your husband objects to your friend ship with me. I will do nothing un- Gerhand.'
 And in the face of words like these ] had thought in my blind anger of going to Jacks rooms to burden him with my troubles. an action that would have sorely embarrassed him, COmprOnlSeO lilc anu huoSO 'o i0iNi>S 9 jealous rage.
 My face burned with humiliation as I realized what my momentary madness had almost led me to do.
 Nadoe Changes Her Destination.
 Another realization came to me as I covered against the cushions of the taxi, with burning cheeks and crushed spirit.
 My marriage with Dicky was not yoke that I could wear or not as I pleased. It was still on my shoul- Gers. heavy, just now. but a burden that I realized I loved and could not live without.
 And I had thought to end it all when I dashed out of the apartment! knew that I could have done nothing else but walk out after Dicky uttered his humiliating ultimatun. But I also knew Dicky well enough to realize that when he came to himself he would regret what he had done and try to find me. I must make it an easy task for him. So I decided my destination quickly. I would go to my old boarding place, where my mother and I had lived and where I had lived and where I first met Dicky. My kindly old landlady, Mrs Stewart, was one of my best friends. Without telling too broad a falsehood, I could make her believe I had come to spend the night With her The next day, I hoped, would solve it's own problems.
 'This is the bridge entrance ma'am" The chauffeur's voice broke my revery. I had made my decision just in time
 1.-TWO dollars and five cents." How much do I owe?" Gan you change @ ten?' "Yes ma am" He pulled out a bill book and gave me the change. How fortunate it was that I had