Omaha daily bee., 1919-09-08
My HEART and
NV HUSBAND
Adele Garrison's New Phase Of
Revelations
of q Wife
What Miss Wines Said to Startle
Madge.

MISS wines ana MISS IGdtt-QlS-
respectfully alluded to by their youn-
ger colleagues as odd Grouchy"
and Miss Prim"-came hurriedly
down the corridor to the Office.
whispering in low hurried tones.
Always the first to arrive at
school, the last to leave, they pre-
sent perfect types of drab, con-
scientious drudges, who carry to
their work no real love or inspiration.
That they did not expect to see US
was evident in the simultaneous. ex
plosive "Oh's!" that left their lips.
Good morning" Alice Holcombe
said gravely, while l merely in
clined my head. "Of course, you
have heard"
Yes" Miss Pratt returned SOL
emnly, while Miss Wines turned
slow, speculative look upon me,
which made me tingle. for to my ex-
cited imagination there seemed to
be a sly malice in her eyes. | re-
r11embered the look she had given
me the day before when | had told
her that | expected Mr.. Stockbridge
to come to the school, wondered ap-
prehensively if she meant to speak
of it, was glad indeed to hear Bess
Deans excited, high-pitched voice
from the doorway, and to see behind
her three or four other teachers, all
visibly excited.
There Are Limits"
"Isn' this perfectly awful, girls?"
she shrilled. Poor, old Milly! She's
threatened to kill herself often
enough, but l never thought she'd
really do it"
What makes you think she's done
it now?"
Miss Wines voice was dry and
caustic:
Bess Dean whirled on her.
Look here, Wines'yl What are
you trying to do, join the bunch Of
boneheads in this forsaken town that
are mixing in Kenny's. name with his
wife's death?"
Miss Wines sallow face took on a
purplish tinge, but her voice did not
change from its annoying pitch.
IF | were in your place, Bess, |
would not let people hear me speak
so familiarly of your principal. Of
course, we know that his wife was
fearfully jealous of you, but"
Bess Dean stepped so close to
the older woman that their faces al
most touched: Let me tell you
something, Wines-y," she said.
There are limits to jokes, and this
is one of them. And don't let me
ever hear that particular brand from
you again"
Madge's Turn.
Miss Wines laughed disagreeably.
Il don't wonder you don't like it"
she said slyly. "and, of course. !
think too much of you to repeat it.
For l can tell you all. whether you
believe in Mr.. Stockbridge's inno-
cence or not, there is going to be
an unpleasant investigation into this
thing, and it isn't going to be very
comfortable for any woman of
whom his wife was jealous"
Into Bess Deans swapping eyes
flashed look of fear. I guessed
that Miss Wines's words had alarm
ed her, although she would have
died rather than admit it. But be-
cause of her own vanity she had put
herself into a position where her
name might be coupled with that of
Kenneth Stockbridge, although I
was sure that in the old homely
phrase he had never looked twice
in her direction" But I had myself
heard her say with meaning smile
that Milly Stockbridge has no use
for me, you know" and had OBJ
served several other indications
showing that she was willing to
have people believe herself the OBJ
ject Of the jealous woman's dislike.
I caught her looking at me fur
lively, wondered if she feared |
might inadvertently repeat what she
had said. l hastened to reassure
her without appearing to mean any
thing save a generalization.
Surely" I remarked, there are
enough sensible people in the viii
lage to effectually dispose of all
these idle rumors. We all know
poor Mrs. Stockbridge was not
quite sane, and"
"You must have special knowl-