Omaha daily bee., 1919-06-26
My HEART and
MY HUSBAND
Adele Garrison's New Phase of
Revelations
of q W 1te
What Alice Holcombe Demanded
of Madge:.

OF Mage.
Alice Holcombe consulted her
wrist watch, then pushed her chair
back from the table on which our
luncheon was spread,
Sorry to be a spoil sport" she
said, but I must tell you that the
first bell will ring in ten minutes"
There was a general scurrying, a
hasty picking up of dishes and pack
ing away of food, for an unwritten
rule compelled US to leave our
teachers rest room in such orderly
condition that no trace of our
lunches would be in evidence.
will you come with me. Millie,
and watch the Bayview youths and
maidens sitting at the feet of Cana
liel plural in the persons of Mrs.
Graham and me?"
Miss Holcombe drawled the ques-
ton with apparent carelessness, but
with eyes sharpened with worry l
noticed that she was watching our
principals wife intently, listening
with anxiety with her answer.
Mrs. Stockbridge waited so per-
ceptibly before answering that we
all Involuntary turned toward her
The most unobserving woman
among US could have seen that she
was revolving some scheme of
action in her mind.
Thank you, but I must get
along home" she said at last. 1--WE
had a perfectly wonderful time
You must all come to luncheon with
me some day. And l must tell you,
Mrs. Graham, how much enjoyed
that tea. Thank you so much for
giving me those packets. I'm going
to experiment when l get home.
How shall l fix it,"
Miss Holcombe's Fears.
maravelled at her stupidity, for
she had seen me make the tea but
few minutes before.
ITS the simplest thing possible"
I said. "Put a packet in your tea
pot, and pour about four cupfuls of
boiling water over it. In about one
minute, or at most two, you will
have a delicious cup of tea"
She knit her brows for second
as if she were endeavoring to fix the
dire ctions in her mind.
"N remember" she said abruptly.
"Goodby everybody"
She was at the door before we
had time to answer, and vanished
down the stairway as we were
chorusing our adieux after her.
Alice Holcombe's eyes caught and
signalled mine. A minute later we
were at the farther end Of the room.
ostensibly engaged in putting
away the cooking utensils.
"She's gone straight down to Mr..
Stockbridge's office" Miss Hol-
combe murmured, keeping her face
truned away from observation
of the other teachers. "She knows
there'll be no one there until after
the first bell rings. and she's bound
to get at the desk of his if she can.
you've Got top
Her face and voice low muir
INJURED though it was, expressed such
CONSERVATION that could not for
bear an amazed question.
what harm would it do if she
does?" l asked careful, however, to
make my own voice an answring
murmur. =
That's just what I don't know"
Miss Holcombe returned, evidently
relived as I was at seeing the
other teachers depart for their sew
eral classrooms. But there is no
doubt in the world that Mr.. Stock
bridge has private papers, letters.
perhaps photographs in that desk of
which his wife knows nothing
Not that I think there is anything
there of which we should be
ashamed head lifted proudly
in defense of the man for whom she
cared so sincerely, so hopelessly-
"but you can imagine how. Milly
would construe the most innocent
souvenir of his past, simply
must know what she's doing. and |