Omaha daily bee. (Omaha [Neb.]) 187?-1922, 1919-09-27
NV HEART and
My HUSBAND
Adele Garrison's New Phase OF
Revelations
of a Wife
The Answer Mother Graham De-
manded From Madge.

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coffee was delicateiy seeming tn,
air, and my mother-in-law had fol
lowed it to the dining room.
what ii> the world?" she de-
manded, for once too surprised to b
dignified.
! locked up from the comfortabl,
chaise Tongue in the bay window o
the dining room, where ! wa!
ensconced with the morning paper
II had no particular duties unit
Junior Weakened, and l did not :ars
to leave Katie ITO my mother-in
laws tender mercies, especially
when the elder woman was engaged
in anything so nerve-racking as the
concoction of Richard Seconds frs
birthday cake. So !. took advantage
of the interval to read the paper
comfortably and leisurely instead
of simply skimming it on the trair
as ] usually am compelled to do.
II thought you'd be hungry so
had Katie prepare breakfast on the
electric things in here,' / answered
automatically. "You said yor
didn't want to be disturbed in the
kitchen and luckily she had every.
thing to work with here and in the
refrigerator room"
A Surprise For Mother Graham.
"Humph!"s When my mother in
law cannot find fault she is lost, and
this prospect of breakfast a good.
| half hour sooner than she could
reasonably have expected it appear.
ed completely to nonplus her. She
drew the chair from her place at the
table, which was already set, and
observed with an air of nonchalance
painfully assumed
We'll! / have a little time now
have just put my cake in the oven
so I might as we'll have my coffee ]
suppose. ] had intended to tell
Katie to make some of those little
hot biscuits this morning, but, Of
course that is impossible now" ~
Her tone was plainly intended to
! mirror disappointment, and the be-
lief that in some way the biscuits
could have been managed. 1t was
ther fore with great delight that
rose lazily from my seat, sauntered
over to the table and touched the
bell for Katie, who, I knew was busy
with the grill in the library.
Mother Graham is ready for her
breakfast, Katie" I said sweetly
when the girl parted with the library
portieres and looked inuuiringly
at me. II will pour the coffee il
YOU will bring her cereal and the
biscuits. Don't bring mine yet. ]
want my fruit first"
rs Richard Coming Home"
saw Mother Graham start at the
word biscuits, but she would not
acknowledge her surprise at the un-
expected qualification of her wish,
not even when Katie bore in a
plateful of delicately Drowned
dainties covered with a white folded
napkin. Instead, she took refuge in
an old controversy.
"How often have ! warned you,
Margaret, about your pernicious
habit Of eating your fruit first" she
said tartly. "That iced fruit taken
into your stomach the first thing
cannot help but chill you. You
should begin your meal with some
thing hot"
Don't you think we've gone over
that enough?" I asked placidly.
Il like my fruit first. You like your
coffee And we both have medical
authorities for our course. So
don't you think it would be good
idea to agree to differ about it," :
II think you are adopting a very
impairment tone toward me-" she
retorted acidly, and for the next few
minutes devoted herself strictly to
her cereal and the delicious omelet
which Katie brought in next.
Has that ape got over her tan
trum??' This was her next contri-
button to the conversation, deliver
ed .explosively as the girl left the
room after serving the omelet. "She
still looks sulky."
II think she is simply worried for
fear things aren't cooked right" l
replied quickly.
well, see that she keeps out of
the kitchen and my way until l get
that cake out of the ovenw my
mother-in-law retorted.
As if her own words had remined-
ed her of duty, she sprang up,
rushed to the kitchen, and evidently
inspected the cake, for she returned
in a moment flushed and trium-
plant, and announced that is was
rising beautifully"
She drank second cup of coffee
and then folding her arms on the
table before her, looked at me stead
lily.
"Is Richard coming home for
Richard Seconds bithday?" she de-
nanded.
l hesitated only a second. I
might as we'll be hanged for a
sheep IS for a lamb" l quoted to
myself, remembering that | had in
sisted to Mother Graham that there
was no quarrel between Dicky and
me.
"Of course he isl" I asserted.
But he is SO busy that | don't ex-
pect he will get here much before
tonight"
"Humph!" she calculated again,
and the monosyllable. which was the
only reply she vouchsafed me, held
no more of doubt than did my own
heart.
Continued Monday !.
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