South Bend news-times. (South Bend, Ind.) 1913-1938, 1918-02-22
REVELATIONS OFA WIFE
By Adele Garrison :

proposition You shouldn't take
things out Of my hands, returned
Dicky shortly; but you ought to
know that I'm only too anxious TO
lavish everything I can get on you.
and then you talk about hating TO
ask me Sor money That makes a
fellow feel fine. TO hear his wife OF
three weeks handing out a line of
talk like that. You must love me
a lot if YOU feel that way"
"Dicky, can't YOU really under
stand my feelings. or are you will
fully binding yourself TO what ! am
saying" demanded Suppose it
were you who We're managing the
living. would YOU like to come to
me for everything? ."
You are supposing the most ar
rant nonsense. 1t has nothing 10 do
with the case, Dicky replied. ar
rogantly. Look here. Madge. do /
you realize where you are drifting?
You'll be the most rampant fem
mist going If YOU don't look out !
Two or three days ago you sprang
that nonsense about earning the
equivalent of a servant or some
thing like that: I'm glad YOU seem
to have forgotten il, and now you
come with this rot about not want /
ing 70 ask me for money Do YOU
think I'm going 70 be niggardly
and dole you out a quarter at a
time? That isn't the proposition at
all. but this allowance business
looks to me just as if your wife was
III az a
How can you tell how much you'll
need each week? Lots OF unexpect-
ed expenses come up If you had
an allowance you'd deny yourself
everything so as to keep within
IT."
Evidently. Dicky stopped talking,
only because he was out Of breath. ]
seized the opportunity to try TO
catch my argument
'DicI<y, you must listen to me-
said firmly 4 am in deadly earnest
both about an allowance and about /
earning some money to pay the
maid have not forgotten that
At all. / simply have waited until
could talk TO YOU about it. I
want TO know whether YOU object
TO my taking that study clubs his
tory class one day each week be
cause YOU feel it would interfere
with some of our pleasure trips to-
gether, or because you object to
my earning money in any way. II !
it be simply the interference, 7 !
will try to find some other way Of |
earning the money
THE devil YOU VIII" Dicky |
sprang to his feet.
"Dicky!' L exclaimed.
Never mind the French. If you |
can't stand a mild word like that |
you'd better 60 up and take your /
seat at the right hand of Gabriel /
or Abraham, or whoever runs the [
ranch, right away. But let me tell .
YOU one thing; you will earn no
money outside. will not have it.
Do you hear me?"
I closed my eyes for an instant TO |
gather strength for the answer l /
knew I must give Dicky. Then 1 |
stood up and faced him.
Let me understand you fully. |
You will not plan for a regular |
housekeeping allowance, nor will |
you give your consent TO my earn
ing money!"
you are eminently correct in
both suggestions"
Then. do you hear me?" I said /
icily. This money" picking up the /
bills which I had laid upon the |
table, Il shall use. When it is used |
up | shall arrange TO have the |
tradesmen's bills sent to you for /
payment Katie's wages and any |
incidental expenses, including my |
clothing ! shall pay out OF the |
money I personally earn"
l faced him steadily, waiting for /
the Outburst l knew would come. |
Dicky never was taught TO control |
his temper when he was a child. !
As a result when he does give way |
to it he is positively terrifying.
He stood glaring at me. his face
reddening. his hands clinching and |
unclinching. Then with a sudden !
oath. he snatched the nearest thing |
to his hand, a cut glass vase of /
mine. one of my treasures. and !
dashed il against the hearth Of the |
gas CRATE, SCATTERING il. The sound |
of the breaking glass seemed TO |
bring him 10 himself. | could al |
most see words OF apology trem- |
bling on his lips But he did not |
utter them. Instead. he set his lips. /
and went into his room. where i |
heard him rushing around like !
mad. I sat motionless gazing at /
the shattered vase, waiting. In a |
few minutes he came out Of the /
room in his evening clothes. with /
his high hat and stick. Without a
word or a glance at me he went out
to the living room. closing the door
after him with a slam.
Where had ne gone? My pro-
phetic soul gave me the answer
To Lillian Gales, Of course.
Copyright. 1879