South Bend news-times. (South Bend, Ind.) 1913-1938, 1918-12-08
REVEL ATOMS OF Il WIFE

can" I exclaimed. Whatever else
you have 20 say TO my husband
about me. you must say in my alb
sence. II he at any time wishes an
explanation Of any action OF mine
ne has only TO ask me for it."
What Madge Told Dicky.
As 1 rushed from the living room
OF the Marvin house, after my de-
fiance Of my mother-in-law. I heard
Dicky call out after me. But 1 did
not answer him. / could not, and as
I stumbled into the shelter OF my
own room / locked the door after
me.
That detestable old woman!" I
muttered. forgetful. indeed not car
ing. in the heat of my anger. that I
spoke Of Dicky's mother. Il haze
herI How L hate heri"
For ringing in my ears were the
words with which she had con-
Guided her TRADE against Robert
Gordon, the mysterious elderly mill
/ lionaire, who had known my mother.
Mr. Gordon is madly in love with
/ Margaret" she had said 20 Dicky.
and II you do not look out you will
| have a scandal on your hands. am
not insinuating anything, but I GER
tainly think Margaret owes both you
and me an explanation OF the un-
truth she told us at the supper table
the night you introduced Mr.. Cor
\ don to US"
Underneath my anger there lay
also the bitter consciousness that
there was at least a trifie OF justice
in her unkind words. had not told
direct untruth concerning Mr..
Gordon's espionage on me previous
TO the time when Dicky brought
him to our table at the Sydenham.
but certainly had given both
Dicky and his mother the impress
sion that never had seen Mr.. Cor
don before when my mother-in-law
called my attention 10 his intent
scrutiny of me from his vantage
point of the next table to ours.
How I regretted that during our
sojourn at the Cosgrove farmhouse
in the Catskill mountains l had not
told Dicky the whole truth concern
ing the queer actions of Mr.. Cor
don. ! had had plenty OF oppor-
I tunity, but 1 had weakly let the ex-
PLANTATION go by
Confession is Good"
Dicky's step came swiftly up the
stairs: his knock sounded on my
door.
'Madge. let me in" he command
ed. but the note Of tenderness in his
voice was the influence that hurried
my fingers in the turning of the key.
As I opened the door he strobe in
past me, closed and locked the door
again. and turning caught me in his
arms.
Don't you dare TO cry!" he
stormed, kissing my Redeemed eye
lids. Aren't you ever going to get
used 20 mothers childish outbursts?
You know she doesn't mean what
she says in those tantrums of hers.
She simply works herself up 10 a
point where she's absolutely ire
sponsible. and she has TO explode or
burst. You wouldn't like TO see a
perfectly good mother-in-law strewn
in fragments all over the room,
simply because she had restrained
her temper" he added. with the
quick transition of hot anger to
whimsical good nature. that 1 al
ways find so bewildering in him.
I struggled for composure. Ny
mOther-in-laW's words had been too
scathing. her insult too direct for me
to look upon it as lightly as Dicky
could, but the knowledge that, he
had come directly after me, and
that he had no part in the resent
ment his mother showed. made il
easy for me to control myself.
Il ought to remember that your
. mother is an old woman, and an in
i, valid, and not allow myself 10 get
angry at some OF the unjust things
she says" | returned. swallowing
, hard. so Wen just forget all about
It and pretend It never happened"
you darlingt" Dicky exclaimed
drawing me closer. and for a mo-
ment or two rested in his arms
gathering courage for the COMES
sion I meant 10 make 10 him.
'Dicly. dear" murmured al
last. there is something I want tC
tell you about this miserable bust
ness. something ] ought TO have told
, you before, but I kept putting it of. '
Dicky held me off from him and
, looked at me quizzically. Comics
r sion is good for the soul" he quoted
, so unourden your dreadful secret
, He drew me 10 an easy chair and
sat down. holding me I'm his arms
as II I we're a little child Now FOL
IT," he said. smiling tenderly at me
You Don't Know All"
1T isn't so very terrible" I smiled
at him treasured by his tenderness
1T is only that without telling YOU
a deliberate untruth 7 gave both YOU
/ and your mother the impression
p that had never seen Mr.. Gordon
before that night at the Sydenham.
rs that all 80 Knocked Dicky
, why I knew that that moment YOU
, spoke as you did that night. Your,
as transparent as a child. my dear
r and besides, your elderly friend let
the cat out OF the bag when he SAID
he feared ne had annoyed YOU b,
% trying 20 ind out YOUR identity