Omaha daily bee. (Omaha [Neb.]) 187?-1922, 1919-12-27
My Heart and MyHusband
ADELE GARRISON'S New Phase of
''Revelations of a Wife

0n0 thuS SoNSAIh8 liz NA&ft AOt NioSC
who might discover the secret
drawer in it I felt my chagrined ir-'
ritation at my own doubling spirit
increase. But the question at the
back of my brain persisted in spitei
of my better Judgment. knew that
I must voice it Immediately.
II was only wondering" I said
deprecatingly, IF those people who
are watching Mr.. Walters on &C
count OF the Stockbridge case might
not also be keeping an espionage on
other friends and associates of the
principal"
Including your" Lillian interrupt
ed decisively. "Of course, they are.
goose--the call of that man who
named himself Hantbridge orl
Bridgeham shows that. But I know
enough of their ways to realize that
it's the easiest thing in the world to
fool those square-toed sleuths." Her
voice breathed infinite boredom at
the whole race of private detectives.
An Unconscious Suggestion.
Doesn't Jim take that spawned
old horse, out of here about once a
week, and with wagon make trip
somewhere bringing back all sorts
of truck?" she asked abruptly. 1T
seems to me I've seen him do it
often enough so that his going APP
pears rather routine thing"
1T u.s., l returned, thrilling with
excitement, as saw, or fancied l
did, whittier her questions were
tending. THAT horse is his own,
you know-from what Katie tells
me, I fancy he. has had the ANIMAL
since he was a boy. At any rate,
Babe is as young and as desirable
in his eyes as ever she was"
"'Babe'w Lillian calculated, laugh
ing. Gan you beat that for name?"
II shan't try" l retorted. "But I
will answer your, question. Jim
does make weekly trips, sometimes
oftener with his horse and wagon.
He goes to the waterfront for sea
food, down to his fathers farm on
the bay for feed and all sorts of
things and in the fall he goes to the
beach and gets driftwood for the
CRATE fires-it burns wonderfully"
The Plan "Works."
1--WE got it~ Lillian exclaimed
gleefully. Il knew | would if you
talked long enough. Jim must spend
all day tomorrow gathering drift
wood. He can bring one or two
loads home, and unload it where any
casual, spying person can see it.
They aren't watching Jim anyway,
but you, so when he drives away late
in the afternoon, evidently for an
other load, it's a practical cinch that
whoever's hanging around will pay
no attention to him. And then
nothing will be easier than for HIM
to 60 to his fathers home, stay there
until it's time to go to this Lundin's.
on Forest place in Crest Haven, and,
when he gets to Lundin's to pile
enough driftwood on top of the;
Grated desk to conceal it, and beat
it home.
Anyone hanging around will pay
no attention to Jim, and il, your
mother-in-law calls out casually to-
him to put that last load in the eel.
lar, where it will be handy, then it
will simply be pie for him to drive,
into that covered entrance to the
cellar. Once there I'll defy anyone
to find out that crate as we'll as
driftwood>goes into the house. What
do YOU Think"
"I'm too ashamed Of myself to
tell YOU" / admitted frankly. "But
you have effectually squelched any
little, sneaking objection l might
have had"
Thank YOU" she said mockingly.
"I'm glad Pm so convincing. But,
seriously, l wish l was as sure OF
a number of things as I am that
about "a hours from now we'll be
this famous desk of your
with no one but ourselves
and the Walters, brother and sister,
the wiser"
But despite her assurance, which
l knew was not feigned, she was un-
deniably nervous during the hours
that elapsed after Jim's last depar-
ture from the house according to her
schedule until we heard the beat of
Babes" feet turning in the drive
way. A casual observer, however,
would have noticed no departure
from her usual poise, but | have
known her so long that | knew she
was grimly REFRESHING a suspense
which almost any other woman
would have voiced Historically.
Mother Graham, whom we had
taken into our confidence enough to
make sure of her cooperation in d.
recting Jim to drive to ,the>eellar en-
trance, paced the floor almost all of
the last hour of our wait, and her
impatient direction to Jim, born of
her nervous wait, was very realis-
tic.
And then, in an incredibly short !
space of time. Lillian and | assist.
ing Jim, while Mother Graham kept |
Katie busy and out of the way as
only she could, the uncrated desk
was standing in the alcove of my
room, and Lillian was looking at it |
intently, as if she would wrest its
secret from it with her eyes.
Continued Tomorrow.)