New Britain herald., 1918-03-01
REVELATIONS OF A WIFE
By ADELE GARRISON

always brishtcned and softened when She spoke 10 me
 Two beefsteak sandwiches, two orders of the spring salad, two pots of coffee and two portions of toasted cheese" I said, and with a. murmured Yes madam" she walked swiftly toward the kitchen.
 Harry Underwood looked up with return of the jaunty manner that had so ineHpl1cably deserted him at my remark concerning the probable war losses of the French waitress
 Sorry, Truly"
 "Consider my chapeaux doffed to you. madam he said grandiloquent- 1E- Nine hundred and ninety-nine women out of thousand would have ordered tea and some sort of choc- plate fixings"
 Then must be the thousandth woman,' l said idly. my mind occu- pied with his flaming color of mo- ment before and the reason I dimly suspected for it. TfH next instant I could have bitten my.a ongue through for the opportunity iSgave him.
 ''The thousandth woman," he re- peated, softly. leaning toward me across the table, 'the woman in thousand, more than that, the woman of all the world"
 I raised my head and looked him square1y in the eyes. He dropped his own after an instant and spoke nerv- ous1y, rapidly.
 Sorry, truly" he said 1T prom ised you I wouldn't annoy you, and I mean it. I won't But oh, girl, if you knew what it means to me just to see you after all these weeks, Now. that's all" as moved restive1y. Aren't these the nifty chairs though? They're real, honey, mothers sit ting-room-li chairs"
 What Nadge Thought,
 *'I think that is the idea of the whole place. I answered, and then hurried on in idle, inconsequent chat ter about the tea room and others of it's kind. I wished to afford MT. Underwood no opportunity for further comments. I also wished, underneath the cover of my banal remarks, to ponder further the meaning of his badly concealed agitation at my state- ment concerning the waitress.
 Could 1t be- I asked myself, that he was but an unwilling accomplice in the plots against our country in which Lillian was so sure Grace Draper was engaged? Had he, through some coil of circumstances, become entangled in the plots with out himself being in sympathy with them? Was the atrophied organ he called his conscience feebly endeavoT- ing to make itself heard? The rush of color 10 his face, his undeniable f1- rae I, n T 0 French girl. who had in all probabil- ity given her all to her country, were to me significant Of O latent, decent manIiness struggling to assert itself within him.
 With rising excitement T bethought myself of a test that all unwittngly had led him to face. The manager of the Flel1r de Lis is a most fiery patriot, a Daughter of the Revolution. At half after twelve each day, when her hooms are most crowded, one of her assistants seats herself at the piano, breaks into the strains of '-The Star Spangled Bauner,' and plays one verse through. The manager stands erect, looking over her crowded tables to see if any recreant remains seated while the martial music rings out. Should there he such q one, or one who is even too laggard in rising to suit the prejudices of the patriotic manager, he or she is quietly invited never again to enter the doors of the Fleur de Lis.
 It lacked but few moments Of the time for the daily ceremony.
 What would Harry Underwood do?