New Britain herald., 1919-09-22
MY HEART and MY HUSBAND
 Revelations 0f e Wife

month. Said d lot of them had como in yesterday and that he had told you about them."
 bless my stars for my mother-ln- laws garrulity. She had given me my cue. If Dicky had betrayed no 1nkhns of our disagreement l assuredlS should not be the one to spill the beans" In spite of my anger at him I could not help a twitching of my lips as l remem bered how often the crude phrase was upon his lips.
 He did speak of the orders" l af- firmed unwinkingly, salving my con science with the remembrance that upon our motor ride home he had said that his work was picking up most encouragingly. And you are ut terly mistaken, mother, in your theory that Dicl<y and l have had any disa- preement over Alice Holcombe."
 Well. if it wasn't she it was some thing else!" she asserted stubbOrnly. T know the earmarlls of row when I see them, but, of course, 1T you make up your mind not to say any thing, why, I suppose you'll be as null ish as you generally are. Now never mind standing on one foot in your hurry to get away. l want to hear all about what happened today. 1 feel 1t in my bones that something unpleas- ant is going to develop from that woman's death.'
 Mother Grallam's Idea.
 Your premonition is justified this time." said stinly MT Stockbridge 'wasNarrested this afternoon upon sus- picioh of having killed his wife,
 You don't tell mel" she exclaim- ed, her face and eyes alight with the enthusiastic interest with which she invariably greets a mystery.
 Dicky more than once had remark ed irreverently' that "the old dear ought to have been a sob sister on yellow journal, she had such an eye for people weltering in their gore, and the ludicrous phrasing came back to me as I saw the Querulous lines fade out of her face, leaving it pur- poseful animated I saw with a little thrill of relief that she had forgotten all about the affairs, peaceful or quar- reIsome, of Dicky and me, resolved to gratify her appetite for thrills to the utmost of my ability.
 To this end I drew a chair near hers, and sitting down, told her as much of Milly Stockbridge's story as I dared without betraying how intimate was my knowledge of the tragedy and the events leading up to it, then re- lated Alice FIo1combe's account of the coroner's inquest.
 tried to make my friends connec- tion with the affair as sketchy as pos sible; thought that I had succeeded until after I had finished and my mother in law had relaxed somewhat from the breathless attention with which she had followed the story, she said caustically:
 "If that red headed friend of yours doesn't look out she'll find herself held as an accessory or whatever they call it. She seems to be making an 1S-carat idiot of herself. For my part I wouldn't put it past her to have slip ped mething in the other woman's tea at that. Whats the matter?"
 I knew my face must have betrayed the inexplicable feeling which had re- cured to me at the commonplace phrase the other womans tea" which my mother-in-law had used Why should I be haunted at every turn by the memory of Milly Stock bridges hands reaching out greedily for the packets of tea which I had of fered her at the schoolhouse the last day I had seen her alive?
 But not to my mother law could I conf1de my psychic horrors.