New Britain herald., 1919-09-10
MY HEART and MY HUSBAND ADELE GARRISON'S NEW PHASE OF
 Revelations 0f q Wife

| her, and that he went out agaln upon 1 an errand, and upon his return alter 1 six found her lying near the telephot'e. 1 But the last statement IS the one | | believe Kenneth made. Several per- sons heard him say that, While there is only the family's word for the hrst story they claim he told
 You say he says he went into the | house at five-thirty and did not see herr" The question escaped me ill., 1 voluntarily.
 Yes. Why?" Her voice held startled infection which warned me not to betray the reason for my query
 Nothing" l returned inelegantiy' "It was simply an idle question.
 But my brain was busy with the picture my memory was calling up.
 At five-thirty Kenneth Stockor1ose had re-entered his home after gong to his father-in-l laws. At flVe-thlrty' Milly Stock kbridge, seated at the tele- phone, where her husband could not possibly help seeing and hearing her as he passed through the hall, was tutoring vile threats against Allce Holcombe and me in a raucous scream which must have been audlple all through the house.
 And hut a minute or two later she
  had cried out in. fear, and the tele- phone had been Suddenly silenced
 The sound of the front door belng "ofIicially opened'' by the janitor for the arrival of the teachers and the voices of the two earliest arr1Nals put an abrupt stop to our dialogue.
 But I carried away with me like a buzzng gnat the conviction that Kenneth Stockbridge had much to explain.
 What Miss Wines Said to Startlc
 Madge.
 Miss Wines and Miss Pratt-d1sre- spectfullv alluded to by their younger colleagues as "Old Grouchy anu 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 present pertec1 types of drab, conscientious drudges' who carry to their work no real love or inspiration That they did not ex- pect to see us was evident in the slm- ultaneous, explosive "Oh's.' that left their lips.
 ! Good morning." Alice Holcombe said gravely, while I merely inclined my head. "Of course, you nave heard-'
 ''Yes," Miss Pratt returned solemn lv. while Miss Wines turned slow, speculative look upon me, which made me jingle, for to my excited imaglna- tion there seemed to be sly malice in her eyes, I remembered the look she had given me the day before when had told her that I expected MT. Stock bridge to come to the school, wonder ed apprehensively 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 teach CTS, all visibly excited.
 .'rherc Are Limits-''
 Isn't this perfectly awful, girls?' she shrilled. Poor old Milly! She's threatened to kill herself often enough, but I never thought she'd really do it.''
 What makes you think she's done it now?"
 Miss Wines voice was dry and caus-
 Bess Dean whirled on her.
 Look here, Wines'y! What are you trying to do, join the bunch of bone heads in this forsaken town that are mixing up Kenny's name with his W1Io s deaIn
 Miss Wines sallow face took a purplish tinge, but he voice did not change from its annoying pitch
 If I were in your place, Bess, I 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 alm ost 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 disagreea bly,.
 'I don't wonder you don't like it." she said slyly, and, of course, 1 think too much of you to repeat it. For can tell you all, whether you believe in MT. Stockbridge's innocence or not, there is going to be an unpleasant in vestigation into this thing, and it isn't going to be very comfortable for any woman of whom his wife was jealous' v
 Into Bess Deans snapping eyes flashed a look of fear. I guessed that Miss Wines words had alarmed her. although she would have died rather than admit it. But because of her own vanity she had put herself into posi- tion where her name might be coupled with that of Kenneth StOckbridge al though l was sure that in the old hcmely phrase he had never looked twice in her direction." But I had myself heard her say with a meaning