Omaha daily bee. (Omaha [Neb.]) 187?-1922, 1919-10-06
My HEART and
NV HUSBAND
Adele Garrison's New Phase of
Revelations
of a Wife
How Madge Prepared to Meet
Dicky.


as | went to my room to dress fol
Dicky's return, of which | felt assur.
ed, though | only had the arrival Of
the big box for Junior as my war.
rant But | would allow no shadow
of doubt to cloud my anticipation
and | hummed little tune as | hur-
ried through my dressing.
Sometimes | hesitate over the
choice of a gown, fearing the one
have chosen first my not be quite
suited to the occasion for which !
am donning it. But today there
was no, hesitancy. The very frill-
lest huffiest, prettiest one I
possessed was none to good for the
homecoming of my husband.
I took down from its padded
hanger and its white wrappings a
eauzy, floating, fragile gown of
robins egg blue and cream.
When | had fastened its last snap,
and-remembering one of the things
that Dicky liked-l1ad tucked rose
at the side of my couture, | went
down the stairs in search. of my
small son.
Mother Graham's Greeting.
For | meant my husband to find
us in the garden, that wonderful
group of rose bushes which we to-
gether had pruned and trained as
much as such a neglected tangle
could be trained. Now it was fra
grant wilderness of blossoms, and it
called to ME insistently. Somehow
I felt that Dicky could not remain
angry at me in such setting
My mother-in-law was pushing
Junior up and down the screened
side veranda when | came there in
search of him.
"WellW she calculated open
mouthed, when she caught sight OF
my costume.
| knew as we'll as if she had
spoken her thoughts aloud that her
first impulse was to give utterance
to a caustic criticism of the insult
ableness of my own gown. But her
anxiety for a reconciliation between
Dicky and me gave her comprehen-
sion, | think of motives in don
ming it, for after a moments silence
she said in kindly accents:
you look very nice indeed Mar
garet. Do you want Richard Sec
ond now?"
Eyes. if you please, mother" /
returned. Il am going out into the
garden to gather roses for the rose
bowl in the living room-1 filled
everything but that-and as there is
nothing to do here, thought l
would sit out here little while with
Second"
An ironical smile fitted across my
mother-in-law's face at my substi-
tuition of her name for the baby in
stead of our own. But that pleas
ed her I was sure as l heard her
cordial assent to my plan:
Surely. Stay as long as you
like" she said heartily. when
Richard comes I will tell him where
you are"
With a sudden impulse I kissed
her warmly as | took the perambu-
lator from her hands.
Thank you, mother for every
thing" l whispered.
What Madge Planned.
She patted my cheek, one OF her
rare caresses, and uttered one of her
rarer expressions Of approval as she
fairly pushed me toward the door:
TYou are a good girl Margaret, a
good wife and a good daughter.
Now run along and gather your
roses"
When / finally found myself upon
a rustic seat in the rose garden with
Junior beating the air with baby
ecstacy. l felt myself trembling
with the fear that even if Dicky did
come home he might not be ready
to make up" in the royal fashion
which generally characterizes the
end of one of his tantrums.
After all, l reasoned, it is for the
baby's first birthday, not for me, that
he is coming home. Suppose, fac
ing the alternative of remaining
away from his little sons first ami
versary, or taking back the ultima
tum he had given me, he has decided
upon the middle course of coming
home, treating me, with outward
courtsey, but still preserving the
grievance against me which he
thought he had.
The sound Of q train whistle
brought me to my feet in sudden
excitement. If Dicky came home he
would in all probability be upon the
train. Of a sudden / felt foolishly
panic-striken, ready to run and hide
at the first sound that should herald
his approach.
Because 70 the war which took
them both away, Dicky and Alfred
Durkee have never been able to
carry out the elaborate plans they
had made for the identifying Of the
tangled bit of wilderness which
the small lake at the foot
of the gardens. But with Jim's aid
they have cleared away some of the
thrown footbridge
across the brook, and built tiny
rustic summer house under a big
elm on the other side. Lifting Jun
Tor in my arms I hurried across the
bridge inc the summer house, where
the vines successfully screened me
from observation.
There was method in my seeming
madness. 1t was a favorite retreat
for Dicky and me. !.
II he sought me there, instead of
waiting until I came into the house
and meeting me casually before
others, l should know that he was
again my royal lover.
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