New Britain herald., 1917-11-05
W7,at Grace Draper's Picture Made
 Madgo Fear.

Madgo Fear.
 know now how Pandora felt when upon opening the mysterious box in her new home all the evils of the world escaped.
 As I gazed at the photograph of Grace Draper looking up at me from the box William Trumbull had found behind the rafters in the attic of the Brennan house, and which Dicky evil dently had secreted there, I felt as if her pictured face was the evil of all the world to me. But unlike Pan- dora's box, mine hadn't even, hope left behind.
 For the photograph which had first met my gaze was a recent one of the beautiful girl who had brought so much unhappiness into my life. 1n- deed, unhappiness was mild word for the near tragedy which her Irela- tionship with my husband had caused. But when, after her last attempt to SOW dissension between Dicky and me, she had gone away evidently crushed to the earth by the sight of Dicky's happiness in his reconcilia- tion with me I had hoped she'd gone out of my life forever.
 And when Harry Underwood wrote his currish farewell to Lillian from South America, where he had gone because he wouldn't tolerate the pres {! ence in their home of Marion Morton,> Lillian's little daughter, he had given 1 us the astonishing news that he and Grace Draper were together. l II can't have Madge, she can't have 1 Dfcky," he had written in the callous, ! indifferent way so characteristic of him, "so we have decided to console each other. To tell the truth, I have l never lost sight of her since she tried , to do the Dutch stunt. I have al ways had a sneaking notion in the back of my head that we might hit it off sometime.'
 Ono Clean of Comfort. The very cheapness of the girls ac-
 tion in linking her fate with Harry 1 Underwood's had given me courage to
 believe that she would never trouble
 me again. But the presence of this photograph in a box which Dicky was
 evidently preserving with care, filled
 me with despair and hot contem ptu-
 ous anger against my husband, who
 must know where and with whom the
 girl was, and yet was carefully keep. 1 ing a memento of her.
 made a hurried investigation o1
 the other contents of the box, and
 found it was filled with souvenirs o1
 the lighter side of Dicky's life. Dance ] programs, menu cards of supper par
 ties, kodak pictures, perfumed notes
 letters, photographs, all thrown to.
 gether in jumbled confusion. There
 were a number of photographs o:
 Grace Draper, among them, one o
 her taken in the dance pose in which i I had once seen her when she danced . the Spanish dance for Us in the liv
 ing room of the old Brennan house My inspection of the box brough
 one gleam of comfort. I remembered , that one of Dicky's characteristic traits is his reluctance to throw any thing away which had once come int
 his possession. I had come to believ,
 1t arose more from a constitutions indolence and aversion to sorting
 things and disposinH of them than t,
 any sentiment in preserving the thing themselves.
 Some Deep Purpose? Perhaps this memento of Grac Draper did not mean so much to m, husband as it's preservation in thi l box would indicate. Perhaps he hat simply thrust it into the box when h. received it, and had put the box bacl again in the hiding place he had pro vided against prying eyes. Ant then with characteristic Dicky-lik thoughtlessness he had gone ava,
 without once providing for the re