Evening capital news. (Boise, Idaho) 1901-1927, 1919-09-21
My HEART and
My HUSBAND
Adele Garrison's New Phase OF
Revelations
of o. Wife
The Way Mother Graham,
Greeted Modge.
r OR moment as I gazed upon the
- blank sheet of paper which Dlcky

blank sheet of paper which Dlcky
had seen fit to enclose in the en-
velope he had given his mother for
me I saw red" in primitive feminine
fashion, and could have shrieked my
anger and humiliation at the trick my
husband had played upon me.
Then, as / remembered that the keen
eyes of my motherin-law were fiXedly
watching me, L controlled my wrath
with an effort OF will power that cost
me more than l realized. and laughed
lightly as I crumpled the paper in my
hand.
Poor Dicky," I said carelessly. T
wonder If nothing will ever cure him
of being absent-minded. I suppose he
fs carrying the note to me around in
hls pocket under the impression that 1t
Is sheet of blank paper. while he has
put no writing at all into this envelope"
Madge Gets a Cue.
DO I look like n fool?" was my
mother-in-law's response to this con-
tribution Of mine. You'd better own up
the whole thing. Richard simply handed
me that note in order to pull the wool
ever my eyes. But" grimly, "he never
has been able to do It vet, and I'm not
quite In my dotage, although you and
he probably think that l am. No. you've
mad disgraceful row, and ] don't won-
der Richard tried to get out of it by
pretending he had such a rush of orders
on that he couldn't get home TO sleep
for month Said lot OF them had
come In yesterday and that he had
told you about them"
bless my stars for my mother-in-
laws garrulity. She had given me nv
cue. If Dicky had betrayed no inkling
or our disagreement I assuredly should
not be the one to spill the beans" In
spite of my anger at him 1 could not
help a twitching of my lips as I remem-
bered how often the crude phrase was
upon his lips.
He did speak of the orders" I af-
nrmed unwinkingly. salving my con-
science with The remembrance that upon
our motor ride home he had said that
his work was picking up most encourage
inely. And you are utterly mistaken.
mother, IN your theory that Dicky and
have bad any disagreement over Alice
Holcombe"
Well, IL 1t wasn't she II was somc-
thing else. she asserted stubbornIy.
Il know the earmarks of a row when I
see them, but. OF course, IL you mako
up your mind not to say anything, why.
suppose you'll be as mulish as you
generally are. Now never mind stand
ing on one foot In your hurry to get
away. I want to hear all about what
happened today. feel Il In my bones
that something mighty unpleasant Is
going TO develop from that woman's
death"
Mother Graham's Idea.
Your premonltion is justified th,p
time" I said stifhy. Mr.. Stockbridge
was arrested this afternoon upon sus-
picion of having killed his wife"
her face and eyes alight with the en-
thusiastic interest with which she IN
fariably greets a mystery.
Dicky more than once has remarked
irreverently that 1.-The old dear ought to
have been sob sister on yellow Jour-
nal che had such an eye for people
weitering in their gore" and the ludi-
crous phrasing came back to me as saw
the querulous lines fade out of her face,
leaving it purposeful. animated. / saw
with little thrill of relief that she had
forgotten all about the affairs. peaceful
or quarreisome, of Dicky and me, re-
solved to crafty her appetite for thrills
TO the utmost of my ability.
To this end l drew chair near hers.
and sitting down. told her as much of
Milly Stockbridges story as dared
without betraying how intimate was my
knowledge of the tragedy and the events
leading up to 1t. then related Alice Hol.
ccmbe's account of the coroner's in.
quest.
tried to make my friends connection
with the affair as sketchy as possible;
thought that I had succeeded until after
! had finished and my mother -in-law
had relaxed somewhat from the breathe
less attention with which she had fol.
lowed my story. she said caustically:
IF that red-headed friend of yours
doesn't look out she'll find herself hold
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 1t past her to havs slipped some-
thing In the other woman's tea at that.
What's the natter"
knew my face must have betrayed
the inexplicable feeling which had re-
CURED to me at the commonplace phrase
the other woman's tea" which my
had used. why should
be haunted at every turn by the mem-
Dry OF Milly Stockbridge's hands reach.
Ing out greedily for the packets of tea
which l had offered her at the SCHOOL,
house the last day had seen her alive?
But not to my mother-in-law could I |
ronf1de my psychic horrors