Evening public ledger. [volume] (Philadelphia [Pa.]) 1914-1942, 1917-02-03

MY MARRIED LIFE
HOU Dicky Took Care of Madge
BY ADELE GARRISON

TT WAS so dark In my room that could
L not see the face Of my clock when
awoke from the sleep which Dicky had in
sisted upon my taking upon our return
from, Lillian Underwood's
A glimmer OF light came through my
almost closed door from the living room
I could hear the rustic OF n newspaper and
knew that IL must be night and that my
husband was keeping vigil outside my
door
lay for several minutes silently re-
viewing the exciting events of the day
Dlcky must know them all before | slept
again. That ! was determined, but I
wanted to take a firm grip upon my courage
before began.
"Oh, Dicky" said at last.
The words were family uttered, but
Dicky heard them. and the next instant
my room door flew open and my husband
hurried to my side.
How are you feeling. sweetheart" he
asked anxiously. Headache all gomez
mot a vestige left OF III replied truth
fully. II am all right What time is Il?
| must have slept hours"
well, the seven slcepers haven't much
on you. that's fact" Dicky grInned cheer
fully. ITS almost midnight"
"Oh, Dicky, you poor boy / gasped,
y
time! You must be starved to death"
Not yours truly" Dicky returned This
lad never goes hungry as long as there is
an icebox to be ralded. made out bully
meal about o'clock, and in a few minutes
I am going TO toy gently with a bottle OF
ale and a sandwich. But I'm going to Ak
you up something first Name your poison"
lie struck an exaggerated burlesquc pose
of a waiter. but the smile in his eyes held
more Of tenderness than Of mockery
MAY I HELP?"
remembered the day when he had made
me the delicious coffee. ] spoke impu9ively
from a very real craving.
"If could just have a cup of your coffee
and a piece of toast"
"Surest thing. you know" Dcl;y started
for the door. then stopped and threw a mis-
chievous glance over his shoulder THE
kind Of coffee Nellie. the beautiful model
taught me how TO make"
THE same" | returned smiling, but after
he had gone had a moment or two OF hut
initiating remembrance. The thought of the
bad quarter OF an hour ! had put In be-
cause OF Dicks nonsense was stll with
me. lie had misChievousy led me TO be-
lieve that Nellie" the comfortable. middle
aged colored model who had taught him to
make coffee, was n beautiful girl with a
mysterious past. I had been distinctly
piqued and had betrayed my feeling until
Dcky laughngly set me right, My cheeks
felt hot as | thought of my folly. For a
moment | felt that | did not wish to taste
the coffee he was preparing
But / put that thought away from me-
and, rising. twisted up my hair under a
little boudoir cap which Dlcky liked, thrust
my feet into a pair Of mules" and put on
a warm scarlet negligee over my night
gown After bathing my face and hands
In the bathroom as noiselessly as ! could.
for ! wanted to surprise Dcky. | went
stealthily to the kitchen, whore | found him
standing over big saucepan simmering
on the gas stove. from which came the
aroma of coffee. to me one of the most
alluring odors on earth
May | help" ! asked meelly
DTCKY'S COFFEE RECIPE
Dicky whirled in astonishment What
do you mean by getting up?" he demanded.
II was going to bring your grub into the
bedroom. Go back there this instant" he
finished. commandingly
"Oh. Dcky, please, | don't want to. Let's
have comfy time in the dining room, or
better STILL bring the stuff into the living
room and put in on that reading table
in front of the gas CRATE"