Omaha daily bee. (Omaha [Neb.]) 187?-1922, 1919-11-27
My HEART and
My HUSBAND
Adele Garrison's New Phase of
Revelations
of a Wife
Of What Mrs. Durkee Accused Lii.
liam Underwood.

VI WHAT MIS-. DuIkCS ACCuScO Lii
liam Underwood.
For the first three or four days of
my enforced inaction on account of
my fractured rib Dicky wa. the
most devoted of attendants upon my
sick room.
He went about the task of keeping
me entertained and comfortable ex-
actly as if / were new commission
for an illustration. His enthusiasm
in devising schemes to please me
and to amuse me appeared I'M
bounded, and l know that he must
have neglected his own work shame
fully, for he did not go to his studio
at all for fully three days after my
injury.
From Major Grantland there
came no sign, not even an inquiry at
the door, although I guessed from
little Mrs. Durkee's mysteriously
important air as she daily mao the
most minute inquiries as to my con-
dition that the officer was ascertain
ing the degree of my improvement
from her. Sensitive beyond all rea-
son, with Puritanical sense of hon
or, I knew that he would consider it
an objectionable offense for him to
be the means of exciting Dicky's
jealousy by even a trivial act.
What little Mrs. Durkee had seen
fit to tell him concerning the episode
Of the flowers no mortal man or
woman could tell or guess. And in
congruous as confidential init
macy between Her Fluffiness and
Major Grantland might be, l knew
enough of his story and of his lone
illness to be sure that the feather
headed, warm-hearted, motherly lit
tie woman was just the type to ap-
peal to his mother-hungry heart. /
had no doubt that if he cherished
romantic secret of any sort it was
already in the possession Of my lit
tie neighbor, whether Willingly con-
fided or unwittingly betrayed to her
keen feminine instinct.
Is Dicky Weariedl =
Dicky's observance of my every
mood, his careful attention to every
wish, left me no moments for con-
temp1ative analysis. But when the in
evitable day came, the day-which
l, knowing Dicky so we'll, placidly
anticipated-that my husband grew
restless at the prison-like atmos-
rhere IF the sick room, and suddenly
that his orders were
piling up, fitted back
to his studio atmosphere, | found
myself with nothing better to do
than to speculate idly concerning
the romantic, mysterious personality
whom I knew as Major Grantland.
His dramatic temperance on my
I:fe's stage, his restored sight, startl-
ing enough in itself to be the subject
Of any ones curiosity, the whole
odd personality of the man began to
occupy a greater portion of my
thoughts than I myself realized in
The days following Dicky's return to
the studio.
Little Mrs. Durkee consciously or
fixed my attention
more definitely upon the officer
upon her visit the day after Dicky |
lad returned to his work.
where's the Dicky-bird" she
,hirped as she fitted into the room.
Has he flown the coop? I thought |
he would before this. He's lasted a
great deal longer than / thought he |
would. He never was cut out for
| nurse" i
Gle makes a wonderfully good
,ne." returned loyalty.
"Of course" she said. "He does
lnything well that he sets out to
TO-"
I imagined that her tone con-
,eyed the subtle intimation that the
are of me was a disagreeable task
which Dicky with set teeth had
worn to perform or die in the at
empt.
What Lillian Neglected.
"You people haven't taken any
are at all of the poor majors
oses," the little woman next ex-
laimed, pointing petulantly, and
making the leap from one subject
o another with the charming in.
:onseqentiality 50 characteristic of
Ter. "See, they are all dropping,
md they were so lovely, too"
Roses are perishable things
lillian declared sententiously from
he big window seat where she was
lending over a drawing board. In
rider to alleviate my loneliness, Lii
ian, the morning of Dickeys first
departure from the studio had
'rought her work over, was doing
n important commission between
Ter self-appointed task as nurse.
,ut at my little neighbours comment
pom the roses she put her work
ather abruptly away and rising
vent to one of the vases OF roses
nd looked at the blossoms criti-
ally.
"They really ought all to be
brown away" she announced. Il
hould have attended to it before
his"
"I'll bet you haven't given them
drink once" Mrs. Durkee pouted.
"You win," Lillian replied evenly.
Katie attends to the flowers"
ooh, Katiep The tone consigned
~ little maid to the lowest depths
( inehiciency. well, I'm glad my
ice major can't see how little you
ppreciate his flowers. I've the
iggest seven-eighths Of notion to
ii him to send his next batch to
,e."
II think that would be a highly
esirable arrangement" laughed
lillian, but / was sure that beneath
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