New Britain herald., 1918-03-16
EVELATL0NS OF A WIFE
By ADELE GARRISON


 a casual one. So before you start 1 must have him located. must get a, SC to him where to be at a cer- tain time, and must plan out every step of your way for you. There must be no possible slip-up in this trans action I believe that paper In your wrist watch"
 She stopped as kathcrine's light knock sounded on the door.
 "J'll talk to you later and explain to Katherine afterward" she said, leaving me raC1ed with curiosity which, however, l would have died rather than express.
 "Therc's No Use. "Madge is on for hard assign ment tonight Katherine" was her greeting as Katherine opened the door and came into the room. "I want you to make her go to sleep If you can She has had tea, but give her hot milk or anything you think nccdful. Fn have a good hot lunch kept ready for her whenever we have to awaken her.
 She seated herself before the telc- phone, which I noted she had brought into the library, evidently to better aid her plan never to leave the room un guarded by someone Her manner dis tinctly showed that for the time she was done with both of us. that other matters needed her urgent attention Katherine and l waited for no fur ther hint, but quietly left the room closing the door softly behind us As we went down the hall we heard the | slipping of the bolts, and guessed 1 that Lillian meant to use the secret l passage to the next house within the ! next few moments.
 "There's no use, Katherine,' I said 1 as she took me into the big room 1 which had once been Harry UTnder- 1 woods, but which Lillian had trans | formed into a guest chamber. She l had told me once that she had boxed and stored in a small, vacant room l his wonderful collection of theatrical manuscripts and books, awaiting his 1 orders. And there was no trace of the rooms former master in it when l Katherine and I entered 1t. You think you can't go to sleep?' l she asked in the low, soft tones which are enough in themselves to quiet any I ones tangled nerves "It isn't neces- sary that you should sleep. I'll just 1 get you into a dressing gown, bring you up anything you wish to eat, and
 then we'll have q long, cosey chat"
 Yet Madgc Sleeps. 1 With her unerring professional in l tuition, Katherine struck just the l right note with me. My nerves l strung to the highest pitch of excite l mont. facing I knew not what of stress | and peril, rcbelled without my mean ing it at Iillian's order to sleep. But ] katherinc's cheery, matter r-of-fact ac- l qutescencc in my mood soothed me, ! made mo malleable as wax in her | hands.
 She deftly helped me undress, with l out making mo feel like an invalid or
 a baby, put me into one of Lillian's l dressing gowns, and tucked mo Up on l a roony, comfortable couch. 'T'n be back in a minute" she 1 promised, and she was almost as good
 as her word, bringing with her a
 steaming connection of which the basis l appeared to be hot milk. but that had
 a wonderful, elusive, spicy flavor.
 What is it, Katherine?" I asked. draining the glass she gave me, after a preliminary testing sip. Its deii- 1 Cious."
 "Ono of. my professional secrets, ' l she smiled, drawing up a rocker near
 the couch. and taking out her knit
 ting. Now for our talk. Whats on
 your mind o.
 l But my desire to talk had unac-
 countably lessened. A most delicious feeling of gratifed indolencc was en- ! wrapping me. I was not yet drowsy, but my brain was far from being the