New Britain herald., 1917-05-17
REVELATIONS OF A WIFE
By ADELE GARRISON

the happiness of the last week 50 truly had not 50 nearly lost my husband.
 But now, 50 potent is the power of present happiness to banish the mem- ory of past pain, the terrible suffer- ing underwent while Dicky was in San Francisco, estranged from me, seems like an awful nightmare from which I have awakened.
 The suffering of those weeks will not be wasted. however It has been given me to know in these last bliss full days that if ever again in my life with Dicky I am tempted to rebel. as have so often done, against hia impetuous temper, his unreasoning Jealousy, shall remember the anguish of those weeks of separation from my husband and heed the lessons of forbearance they have taught me.
 The Days in Retrospect.
 Through my mind there float the memories of the old days, the first year of our married life together, when every happening held . pos- sibility of a quarrel because of the great difference between Dicly's arr tistic temperament and my ''school- ma'am" ways. With Lillian Under wood now even more my friend than Dicky's. happy in tho possession of her long-lost baby girl, restored to husband, whose mother she is caring for. With Harry Underwood gone perhaps never to return-on a trip to South America with my father whose use of the name Robert Cor don" still mystifies me. With Diclky's mother on a visit to her daughter. Jack Bickett, my cousin-brother, joyful in his new-found love. for Katherine Sonnot, whom he met when he was recovering from a wound received. somewhere in France" Dr. Pettit-whose thoughts of love for me used to trouble me-safely my good friend now. Grace Draper who had tried to destroy my happi- ness in Diclky so often that her very name seemed like a sword hanging over my happiness-now gone out of our lives. With many of the problems of that ecstatically happy, and as fre- auently miserable. first phase of our married life behind us. the future seems to promise much of joy for Dicky and for me.
 It is . week today Snce Dicky brought mo home-home to the frelit warmth. the homely comfort of the the exception of ono afternoon when weekly history talk to the Lotus Study club, he to attend to some necessary studio affairs-I have hardly been out of my husbands sight. We have walked and talked, eaten and drunk, read and played. always together, an exquisite companionship that will al- ways be a precious memory.
 h DFcay Get1ing Restless? For marriage has taught me that days such as these have been arc white days, rare gems In ones rosary of time, only comparable in bliss to the days of ones betrothal and mar riage. They are deliciate things. too, SO fragile that a word. even a look, | at the wrong time will mar them days to be guarded zealously that their sweetness and fragrance may be preserved intact.
 My life with Diclky has taught me other things. also, among them the | evanescent and effervescent spirit of the man I married. He tires of any situation quickly. becomes very easily bored. For that reason have been watching him carefully to detect the
 first sign of restlessness on his part
 Tho fetters that bind Dicky to matri'
 mony must be silken. so fine that he
 does not detect their presence.
 It Is for this reason that this
 morning pleaded the excuse o1
 household duties and did not ac
 company Dicky on the walk he pro-
 posed. I may be mistaken, but ii
 seemed to me that there was some
 thing in his manner when he suggested
 the walk that spelled restlessness te
 me. If am right, if he is beginnine
 to tire ever 90 slightly, even though
 unconsciously. of this rustic idyl o1
 ours, then it is high time for me te
 devise some tactful method of getting
 back to the ordinary verities of life
 have sat by the living; room nre
 ever since Dicky went, taking stock
 of myself and of the problems which
 have come to me since my marriage
 trying to discover wherein l have
 failed or have succeeded as wife.
 The pitfalls have been many in the
 year just past. I realize that God