New Britain herald., 1918-09-09
REVELATIONS
 OF A WIFE
What Harry Underwood Declared As
 He Said GOOd-by.

i He Said Good-by.
 Harry Underwood sprang to his feet with a mUttered exclamation. T don't believe you," he said hoarsely, but there was no rudeness in his tone.
 "I give you my word of honor," I returned quietly
 Then the jig is up," he said de- 1 pairingly, and dropping into the chair again, put his head in his hands. ] And as I looked at that bowed, : massive head, the black hair stroaled i much more heavily with silver now than l had ever seen it. a wave of pity swept over me for the man he might ! have been.
 There is an especially strong appeal tO d woman in the idea that a man has embarked upon any dangerous on terprise, good or evil, for her sake. in order to save her from danger felt that l was justified by his own words in drawing that inference con- corning MT. Underwoods connection with the enemy camp of spies headed by Grace Draper.
 Lillian had always maintained that he would protect me at any cost from the beautiful stormy petrel who had played such havoc with her life and mine. But that, in order to do so, he had involved himself in 8 plot against his country I had always been loath 10 believe.
 Now I was convinced, and with the conviction came an intense desire to save him from the consequences of his wicked-even if hivalric--folly.
 l put out my hand, touched his hair timidly.
 MT. Underwood, Pleaae!"
 He started up, his face drawn with pain, grasped my arm so flercely that l winced inwardly with the hurt
 For Gods sake, child" he wildly cried, "go and get that paper and give it to me!''
 Madgc Breaks Down.
 You know I cannot do it, even if there is such a paper as you describe. l answered. But won't you try to get out of this terrible intrigue? You have esaid-some-things Lillian has hinted--Oh, I cannot say what l wish it sounds too absurd. Tf-you have any thought protecting--m me--by involving yourself in this thing, won't you please believe that Iwould far rather die--have anything happen 10
  you-fron any one--even Diclzy, I don't want to preach, but don't you see that We've don't belong to our selves now but to our country? What happens to each one of Us is no mat ter as long S we are true to the flag.
 My use of Dicky's name was unfor- tunate, although 1 had only used it for fear that MT. Underwood would twist my little speech to mean that l would accept nothing at his hands, But his was a black, reckless mood, ready to blaze at the slightest pre- text
 T don't think you need to worry about being called upon to accept much of 9 sacrifice from the Dicky- bird" ne sneered He's too busy tWittering about other cages to con Cern himself much about home, coun- try or flag"
 The steel-tipped irony of the words pierced the chamber of my heart in which I had shut Up all my doubts and fears of my husband, let out 8 F flood of shamed grief which over- Whelmed me.
 TO my horror I found I couldn't control the tears of humiliation which rushed to my eyes. I flung my hands over lily ldCS, dIlt, lutIIllS blS utdu, buried my face in the back of my chair. while the sobs I had so long re- pressed tore at me.
 'I'm Mad About You"
 "Oh, child, don't do that" MT. Un- derwood adjured ffantically. T was lowdown, ornery pup to pull that last spiel. I don't know anything about Dicky or where he is I simply spilled over with crazy jealousy.
 He knelt by the side of my chair, and with the touch of his strong hands, as gentle a WOmans, turned my head toward him, took my hands from my face. and thrust into them one of his own large, fine handker- chiefs.
 "This sort of thing don't get you anywhere" he said practically. and then--as 1 sat up stiffly, in anger at my own weaknes---hs voice and man ner took on a humility utterly foreign to my knowledge of Harry Under wood.
 "Of course, it's nothing but mock cry for me to ask your forgiveness" he said, but I do want you to know that I'm sincerely sorry for having caused you pain, It's no news to you, probably, that I'm mad about you