New Britain herald., 1919-05-19
MY SOLDIER SWEETHEART
 Adele continuation of REVELATIONS OF A WIFE
\ Swift Change.

ou are right" she returned con- tritely. 'Indeed, I shall never reler to this episode again. But Sou' We' all of Us, must be on our guard rom now on, now that we know or what her poor brain is capable. Tell me one thing, did she mean to include both you and ken-' she broke off abruptly, then began again impatient lv. What I'm getting at is whether YOU think Ken is in any danger.'
 I hesitated before I replied, at the memory of Milly Stockbridges face when she said to her husband: Ger tainly, if you wish it.
 "I don't think he is in danger from any deliberate plan" I said at last. ..But. of course. if he angers her.
 He will never do that" she spoke with decision. He is angelic tender- ness itself to her"
 She turned away and busied herself with her wraps. When next she spoke hardly knew her voice, so charged it was with bitterness.
 *Did you ever know it to fail" she demanded, that an utterly worthless woman will have double triple, aye a hundred times her share of love and tenderness lavished on her. while other"
 She stopped short as if someone had wiped the words from her lips.
 Its a good thing you don't pay any attention to my ravings," she said lightly. Here, let me help you on with your cloak. What a vision you are! Your husband ought to be the proud gentleman to be taking you home. I suppose poor old Donkey Donkers Is trembling in his shoes for ! fear I'll propose to him on the way | home. Do you know, every time that l man opens his mouth l expect to hear a bray? Fact!''
 The Final Picture. Her voice, her eyes, dared me to rem member anything she had inadvert- ently betrayed. I took her cue in stantly, the while my heart ached fo1 1 her, the mate fashioned for Kennetl Stockbridge, who must stand helpless ] 1y aside and watch the wreck of his r life and happiness.
 1 1T had the same feeling myself l when I was listening to him tonight ! I laughed. He certainly would wir the endurance medal in a conyersa- t1onal match, wouldn't he ?' ''If it were given for long winded | ness, yes" she retorted, opening the | door and sweeping down the stairs { her head held defiantly high to mee I the reluctant suspicion with which the ] ponderous MT. Donkers invested hi ' escort.
 [ With her husbands arm around her, Milly Stockbridge went througl her goodbye to us almost as m ecthan { ically as a well-trained parrot woult 1 have done She looked at Dicky ast Alice Ho1combe, but never raised he
 eyes to meet mine.
 T am afraid the evening has beer l too much for Mrs. Stock bridge, Dicky said mpathetica1ly l "Oh, no," her husband replied 1 brightly, 'she will be all right tomor l row. But she isn't strong, is extrem e 1 1y nervous, and my unlucky acciden to her cherished punch bowl upset he | terribly. It is all my fault"
 No, mo-" his wife murmured half l historically, shrinking closer to him l saw him soothe her with toucl l as he put out his other hand to Alic 1 Holcombe.
 Run over tomorrow, Alice, cal 1 your" be asked casually. ''Millv say l she wishes to see you"
 Of course" Alice Holcombe prom ! ised carelessly. Good night, Milly She put her lips lightly to the cheeI
 of the woman who had robbed her o
 the greatest blessing earth held fo
 her. As Dicky and I went down tn
 steps to our waiting taxi the thre 1 figures were silhouetted in the ligh
 of the electric porch lamp. The mar
 the wife, the faithful friend to ther both. I couldn't repress a little shive l at the hopelessness of the situation. 1 How uo,,11 if oil o,,5o