The Oklahoma City times. [volume] (Oklahoma City, Okla.) 1908-1984, 1917-08-22
REVELATIONS
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What Greeted the Guests At Lillian
Underwood.
Aels GoYriSon>
A LFRED DURKEE stepped to my
u side unobstrusively as the taxi
4 \ from which Mrs. Allis' watching

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4 \ from which Mrs, Allis' watching
face looked out went slowly past
SIS there anything you want me to do
call an officer, or anything like that
he asked in a low voice. and his tone
was worried.
mot now" | returned, and had
hard work TO keep my voice steady as
| replied, for this espionage OF the WON
an who had threatened to be reyenged
upon me was affecting my nerves. I'll
speak to Mrs. Underwood as soon as we
are inside, and let her advise me-"
Lillian, herself. met us at the door,
and the sight Of her a enough 10
make one forget that trouble existed, !
couldn't help but contrast her appear
ancc with that OF the outragcously
rougcd creature with dyed hair and
daring ilamboyant gowns who used to
greet me at her door, the coarse mask
she had pu, over her real self to please
the gross IDEAS OF her husband, Harry
Underwood.
Tonight she was respondent in a din
ner gown Of black filmy material
through which CLEANED an underdress
of crimson silk. Black always make.
any woman's neck and shoulders look
winter, and Lillian's, always beautiful
were more wonderful than ever rising
out OF the filmy bodice. Her hair, which
now was almost entirely silver, was
done high in a quaint fashion that re,
minded me of old-tims. pictures, and the
effect was enhanced by an enormous
high comb Of odd Workmanship, sur.
mounting the soft coil OF hair, Long jcI
earrings that must have belonged to heI
grandmother hung from her ears
while against her bodice was fastened 4
cluster OF crimson roses.
Something Has Happened"
Upon almost any other woman thu
effect of the ornaments and the couture
would have been g%rotesQue, but Lillian
with her unerring artistic sense, hac
struck Just the right nbte for her par
ticular type, and | heard Robert Savarir
catch his breath at the picture she mad
against the background OF her wonder
full white and crimson living room, int
which she had impetuously drawn us
Even through the excitement undo.
which | was laboring ! could not hell
wondering anew how ever her stronl
determination to play the game will
Harry Underwood had enabled her Il
cruelty her own artistic instincts for 81
many years.
Little Marion, all in fluffy white, wit
crimson sash and hair ribbons, had har'
work to keep her feet and hands shl
as she stood demurely beside her moth
er, while back Of her lowered blac
Betty, a most barbaric crimson turba
= surmounting her woolly head, waitin
to assist us with our wraps.
=. ] knew that no one else but Lila
could ever have induced Betty to put o
J that turban. knew also that not or
! hostess in a thousand could have cor
ceived or have framed the picture whio
Lillian's mcnage presented, and realize
as | looked at Lillian's flushed cheek
and sparkling eyes that she was enjoy
! ing her reward in the spontaneous ad
miration which irradiated Robert Sa,
arms face, a feeling strong enough
Danish for the moment his memory {
the menace that had just passed us.
Lillian's triumph lasted for only a me
ment, however. Then she looked at u
searchingly, and with her swift intu.
tion OWNED the truth,
Something has happened" she sal,
You've seen that woman again !"
In a few rapid words told her of m
encounter with Mrs. Allis at the station
and OF her driving past the door, ev'
IDENTIFY fixing the number in her memor
hut a few minutes before.
, Lillian to the Fore.
Lillian Consulted a tiny jeweled wri'
watch and spoke briskly, with more {
the old decision in her voice than ! ha
$ heard her use since she had met Robe
Savarin again.
Its nearly an hour until the 9th,
guests are due. and by that time there
c be no danger OF so much as a mouse di'
n tuthing US. Now mind you, | don't b,
, licve' the woman would dare atteml
anything really serious in a crowde
section like this. Out at your place
the country, Madgc, decidedly yes. h,
not here. However, she probably h;
/, some maliciouSly mischievous idea
, annoying US IN some way, and ! don
> propose to have even the tradition.
j. r~oseleaf spoil my party.