New Britain herald., 1919-09-18
MY HEART and MY HUSBAND ADELE GARRISON'S NEW PHASE OF
 Revelations 0f q Wife


 known only to myself. The fact that Milly Stockbridge's call to me had been interrupted by some one who had hurt her and disconnected the telephone at the same time, was, as far as I knew, a secret shared only by myself, the dead woman and the unknown intruder Had the telephone operator been istening after all? Was this the thing which had pointed the finger of suspicion at the princi- pal? If so, I foresaw painful pub licity, humiliating involvement in the case for myself.
 No time, now, though, for thinking of self Before me lay woman whose need of all my ministering strength was written upon her tortured face. To her had come that worst of all tragedies, disgrace for the man she loved, made more poignant by her in ability either publicly to share his suffering or to alleviate it in any way. I must not only rally ali my faculties to aid her, but l must let no word or look escape me which would lead her to suspect that l did not share her absolute belief in Kenneth Stock bridges innocence.
 Not that I had actually a cOnvic- ton of his guilt in my own mind. But I by no means shared Alice Hol- combe's blind belief, although l knew that I must feign acquieScence in her views.
 To this end I put a startled note into my voice as I answered her.
 Nadge Is Worried.
 "No. Why, how in the world could they do that? What is the charger saw that in the overstrung condition of her nerves it was far better to let her talk all her horror out.
 "I believe they call it being held for the grand jury" she said wearily, but it simply means that they think-they think-he killed Milly.'
 What nonsense!" l exclaimed, With as much heartiness as I could infuse into my voice. ''Why, there is no proof at all! On what are they passing their charger"
 I awaited her answer breathlessly. Had that secret telephone conversa- tion been rehashed at the coroner's inquest? But her answer treasured me.
 "Oh on those marks on her wrists. she replied contemptuously. And the rage her people say he was in when he came to their house. Oh, the way they turned against him today was something horrible. You would think he had been a fiend incarnate all these years instead of being gentle ness and tenderness itself to Milly. lie ought to have killed her long ago. Alice Holcombe's face twisted itself into a grimness unpleasant to sec eff ever anybody deserved a violent end it was she, but Kenneth Stock bridge never did it.
 "Of course not I soothed, "but l tell me just what did her people say?'
 What didn't they say, you mean" she retorted But the vital part of their testimony was the fact that Kenneth had come to them in a rage demanding that they aid him in di- vorcing Milly, and that when they refused he left the house muttering threats. Of course, that testimony, com bined with the fresh marks upon her wrists, and the fact that the poison in her stomach has been proved to be the same kind Kenneth h. in his photographic studio, was enough for that set of crooks in charge of the farce today. But l don't believe even they would have dared to arrest him if 1t hadn't been for Kenneth himself. I don't under stand him at all I thlnk the shock of Milly's going in so terrible way must have turned his brain."
 ''What Did He Do?'
 She Stopped short and began to twist her hands together in her lap. 1 prodded her back to speech with a sharp question.
 What did he do?"
 "That's the trouble, he didn't do she returned. He simply sat like a graven image all through the proceedings, and whenever he was asked a question his invariable answer was: I have nothing to say Even when the coroner turned to him and directly asked him: Did you or did you not make those marks upon your wife's wrists?' he made the same stereotyped answer: I have nothing to say The coroner put it another way: DO you deny it?' and Kenneth , returned: I neither deny nor affirm it.
 "Oh, it hurt him terribly with the people there, I could see that! And now he is in jail-think of it-in jail, , lyip6eSt tr1eSt man who