New Britain herald., 1918-03-08
REVELATIONS OF A WIFE
Ey ADELE GARRISON
How Harry Underwood Solved the
 Problem.


 "Whats the matter? Quich.' de- manded Harry Underwood in low enough to rally my panic-stricken nerves.
 "Dicky has just come into the cafe with a Miss Fairfax. some one you don't know" returned. my eyes fixed on my plate.
 didn't dare look up. The bottom seemed to have fallen out of the world. To think that my husband, who. knew hated tea rooms, should have selected this day of all days to accompany pretty, inconsequent Edith Fairfax to the F'leur de Lis.
 There was no possible explanation that could make to him. l couldn't betray Lillian under whose instruc- tions every movement of my life WAS now arranged. and l knew that while in the old days. when Dicky counted Lillian Underwood s husband his best friend he wouldn't have objected to my Iunching with Harry. yet now he would have just cause for real dis pleasure if he saw me--as it would appear to him-ho bnobbing with the man who had forfeited all rights to friendship. even to decent com panionship.
 The devil you say" MT. Under wood exclaimed. and then, after only an instant's pause, lie muttered rapidly;
 Look here. little girl, you must buck up and follow my lead. Trust your Uncle Dudley, and don't con tradict thing I say. Look up now. and if you see them, smile. say some thing to me and beckon them this way. I'll follow suit. And don't forget one thing--the Dicky bird hasn't the ghost Of 8 right 1o kick. l know the little Fairfax. He was rushing her quite a bit before l went to South America"
 How Madgc Helped.
 Whether he shrevdlv intended that effect or not, his last words gave just the necessary filip of indignation to my nerves. The mum berless incidents which had reused my jealous anger against Edith Fairfax rushed upon me, almost drowning the fear and humiliation I had experienced at the sight of 'Dicky. I raised my head as Harry Underwood directed. and looked squarely into those of my hus- band, who, with his companion, were within a few feet of our table.
 I fancy I put just the right amount of surprise and pleasure into my smile and look. I spoke to Harry Underwood so that Dicky could not help but hear.
 Why here's Dicky.'
 MT. Underwood turned around, sprang to his feet and advanced upon Diciy with overwhelming friendlness.
 Well. upon my soul!' he exclaimed If it isn't the DickH- bird. Isn't this the luck! How are you, Miss Fair fax? I'm delighted to see you, bat it's seeing old Dicky again that gives my heart the real joyo1s palpitation, as I'm sure you'Il understand when I tell you I haven't set eyes on hin since I went 10 South America, I've been trying to get hold of you, Dickv-bird, ever since I came back. but you're getting to be an awfuliy elusive propostion.'
 Diclzv's face held my fa.sclns ted eXes with it's varying eNprcssions After his first quick, astontsh<d glance at me he had not once looked toward me and while hslf-mechanlcally his l hand went out 10 Harry CnderWood's $ ! enthusiastic greeting, it was plain to { be seen that he was distinctly em- 1 barrassed at meeting his erstwhile ! friend. and not at all overjoyed at ! the prospect.
 But Harry Underwood gave him no