New Britain herald., 1919-11-28
WY HEART and MY HUSBAND ADELE GARRISON'S NEW PHASE OF
 Revelations 0f Q Wife


 Katie had attended to the flowers ou. only under Lillians direction N,iN while I had heard my friend oaiAS u rect Kate to change the water III 'io vase containing Dicky.s delphinlums I had heard no instructions "h"'e'oA concerning Major Grantlands roses The sound That Broke and Scattered i Madgc'S Fancy. | Mrs. Durkce must have reported to 1 Major Grantland that the roses he ' had sent me were fading, for in sho afternoon following her comment
 upon our neglect of them box of 1 fresh blossoms arrived.
 l glanced ncrVously at Lillian when 1 they came in, 'hut her face was non- | committal and she opened the box, handed me the card it contained anu put the roses in vases and bowls With but d singls comment:
 [ Roses, nothing but roses,' she , said, ''Thoy must be the mans favorite tloWcr." wondered if it were only my fancy or if there were q suspicion of d snecr in her voice. l began hur- riedly to scrutiniZo the card which , had accom- panied the flowers.
 ''I am anNiously awaiting the day when I can express 10 you in person the sorrow | feel at having caused you such suffering. In the interim please let the roses convey that message to you. 'H. G." [ I laid the card down upon the coverlet of my bed with a queer fan tasy taking possession of me- the con- Vlctlon that tho roses were not only delivering the message he mentioned, : but another.
 "Lillian," I said. a bit sharply. do you notice Il rasrancc like wild roses in hcre?"
 She looked at me shrewdly, then ! sniffcd the air critically.
 Your imagination is certainly ! working overtime" she smiled. "Thore is no such scent here. l wish there were. The fragrance of wild roses is stimulating, while these things are almost like tuberoses, their odor is so overpoWering"
 l closed my eyes in unrcaSoning protest. For the fragrance of wilt roses was so real thing to mo that it brought before me n memory thought I had buried dccp--a memory which brought the hot blood to my checks as it swept over me. Again I was walking with Maio- Grantland at midnight along the pinc { line connecting Marvin with the next Village, compelled to the bizarre eX- pedition and his escort by the danger with which Grace Draper and her as- sociates had surrounded me. Again the scent of wild roses wet with dew sWirled round my senses, and the memory of the romantic emotion which had sWayed me upon that night ' which I had ever since wished to for get came back to me with poignant regret Haunting Memories. . Not that I had any tangible thing 1 d caress, even an inadvertent word with which to burden the conscience which Dicky so often ridicules as "Puritan." But my soul knew that ; in that hour my love for my husband, 1 my loyalty to him, had been mo- mentarily obscured by the romantic,
 dashing personality of the man with | whom I had shared such dramatic peril, the man who had saved mo from grave danger, perhaps death,
 and whose service to his country was at that time, as l so enormously sup
 posed, in such contrast to my hus- , bands apparently pusillanimous be- i haVior.
 The terrible emotional strain which had followed my discovery of (Dicky's
 flying commission at the very moment
 he carlc crashing to earth in his ma-
 chine had caused almost d revulslon
 of feeling against Major Grantland in
 me, q feeling unjust and unreasonins
 js mn l,.,r, ir,I
 had changed that feeling to a deep ! com passion in which there was no ! tnge of the schoolgirlish romance with which I had endowed him. But
 now he had come back into my life, strong, fully restored to sight the
 same mysterious, romantic personality
 which had first intrigued my imagina-
 tion. And-I would have been lack
 ing in the most common feminine trait if l had not contrasted the con-
 stant remorseful attention With which he was surrounding me to Dickys
 apparent carelessness.
 Time 10 wash your face. Madge." i The careless, matter of fact words
 brought mo back to reality with a
 most unromantic jerk. I opened my
 eyes to sec Lillian smiling down att mo, not quizzically, for so shrewd a ' reader of brain processes must have
 seen that l was in no mood for cont
 ment, earnest or jocular. But
 shreWdly suspected that she had de-
 liberately introduced the homely little
 rite at just this moment.
 The SureSt Antidote. r we must fix you up prettily be-
 cause d certain very distinguished
 and insistent visitor is waiting mpa-
 tiently to see you"