New Britain herald., 1917-11-28
REVELATIONS OF A WIFE
By ADELB GARRISON

, about these agents of the government, 1 the men and women who are to all outward appearances ordinary per- 1 sons with professions and vacations At which they work, but who are in- trusted with the most important and 1 delicate work. Oh, Madge, wouldn't it be wonderful if we could be allowed to help, even if it were only tho 1 humblest task!"
 Is Madge's Guess Correct? Her eJes were shining, her face glowing. She was alive to her finger tips with enthusiastic anticipation. I tried to share her feeling, but the , shadow of Grace Draper, for whose tracking down Lillian had arranged the expedition we were on, was too heavy on my soul for even patriotic ambition to have full sway with me. But l guessed dimly that one reason for Lillian's taking Us with her on this expedition, which she could bet ter have accomplished alone, was to fire us with just such desires as had colored Katherine's words
 It wasn't long before Lillian reap peared at the door of the tenement accompanied by an elderly, heavily built man of unmistakably Latin ori- gin. As they walked side by side down the steps and to the taxi the full meaning of the changes Lillian had made in the appearance Of her self. of Katherine and of me burst upon me. With consummate skill she had made all of us Latin in ap- pearance. We might have been any of the ordinarily Well-to-do South American families who spend so much time in New York.
 Tho Warning Word.
 This is Mr. Cabneros, girls" Lil- Han said when the taxi door had closed after them, and I noticed the omission of our names. We are go- ing to a little restaurant with which MT. Cabineros and I are familiar. It won't be necessary for you to speak this afternoon, for you will be SUD- posed to know no English, and tho more stupid and commonplace you can appear the better I shall like it. If any one thinks of you at all, it will be as relatives of ours whom we're entertaining. Now, if you will kindly excuse me-"
 She turned to Mr. Cabineros, who gave me the impression of hiding a clever, alert, resourceful personality behind a corpulent. rather slovenlv exterior. and began to speak rapidly in Spanish. I knew that Lillian spoke French fluently-she had spent years in Paris-but that she knew Spanish also, was another revelation of tho voman's marvellously complex personality. I could not, of course, understand q word of what they were saying, but I noticed a tenseness in katherines expression which made me wonder whether or not she knew Spanish. There was one thing how ever which I gathered easily from the Colloquy. Lillian ranked the eld- erlv stranger in the mysterious orEani- zation to which they evidently both belonged.
 It was most ordinary cabaret res- taurant of the second class before which our taxi finally drew up. And our entrance was devoid of the slight est thrill. MT. Cabineros gave a few directions in Spanish to the head Waiter-also a Latin-Who came for ward to greet our party, and we were given table in one of the half-par~ titioned alcoves with which the place abounded. But I noticed that 1t was a table commanding a view of the en- trance, one rom WHICH,, "1LnOuL aL- tracting the slightest attention to our selves, two of us at least could view the entrance and exit of every diner.
 The tables were filling rapidly for 1t was nearing the dinner hour. with a crowd which only the much abused adjective motley" could describe. I noticed that most of the men and women in the cafe were of similar ap- pearance and costume to our own, SO cleverly devised by Lillian, and guessed that they were from the South American countries.
 was seated with my back to the door, Lillian commanding the en- trance, and I kept my eyes strictly to the front. so anxious was I to obey Lillian's injunction to appear stupid and commonplace. Thus 1t was that
 Al1ian's face, which I was watching, gave me my first indication that our quest had been successful. A tiny spasm of pain and humiliation swept over 1t, and was gone in the next in- stant, leaving her again the image of an elderly South American sightseer But she found time to lean over and to give me a hastily muttered warn- ing.
 Don't look around, and don't be- tray any emotion. They are here!"
 The next moment Grace Draper, re- gally beautiful as ever, came down the aisle past our table. And following in her wake was Harry Underwood!