Omaha daily bee., 1919-11-29
My HEART and
My HUSBAND
Adele Garrison's New Phase Of
Revelations
of a Wife
What Arthur Walters Brought to
: Madge.

to lack fresh roses, he was not the
first grown-up masculine caller !
had when my fractured rib had
healed sufficiently to permit of my
walking around downstairs and into
the garden. 1t was a far different
sort of man whose card Katie
brought to me the first day l was
downstairs. She rendered it at the
end of her fingers as if it were
something that would bite.
An Insistent Caller
II joost tired sweeping dot bunch
of soup greens off front porch"
she said pertly. He COON every
day for two, tree days, say he want
see you. I tell him nothings doing
till next week, but he COON joost
same. Missis Underwood she say
bring everybody to her, but he never
have time to stay. She ask me
vot he look like, and ven l tell her
she say he probably some young
book agent, and tell me to say you
never home, he get tired cooming.
He never give me dot card before.
but he saw you in yard joost now,
and say bring dot card to you
qfeeck. Vot / say? Tell heem get
qveeck to hell out of here"
"Katiei KatieW I reproved, re-
pressing q smile with difficulty, for
my little maids adventures in Amer
lean slang and mild profanity are
irresistibly funny sometimes. you
must not say such things"
81 know, always forget" Katie
returned with superb nonchalanee.
"But you pleese let me tell dot
empty can on front steps joost dis
vunce vot | said?"
Her eyes were laughing, her lips
pursed and pleading, and knew
that she was anxious to save me
the possible ennui of seeing per-
sistent stranger. But the name on
the engraved card which she had
handed me was not strange to me,
although | had never seen the man
who owned the cognomen.
ARTHUR WALTERS.
Walters, Hines & Gibson
70 Front Street,
Attorneys-at-Law. Bayview, L. l.
One of the most lovable girls in
my class in the Bayview high school
bore the name of Esther Walters,
and knew from her girlish com.
ments that this must be the idolized
brother, "Art," OF whom she had so
often spoken. That the young
man was a stanch friend of Kenneth
Stockbridge I also knew, and my
decision to see him was taken in
moment.
"Take Mr.. Walters into the liv-
ing room, Katie" I said with quiet
soberness, the manner which always
best subdues my volatile little maid,
"and say that will be there d.
rectly."
She looked at me shrewdly.
The Sealed Letter.
"All right, / feex.' she acquiesced,
and in another moment | heard her
assuring my caller that "Meesis
Graham, she COON in double
qveeck." 49,,
Nv first impression ,of Mr. Wal
tiers as he sprang to his feet at my
entrance was of extreme boyishness,
but a second look told me that he
was much older than he seemed,
that in fact the early thirties were
not far away from him if he had
not already entered them. But
Young or old, he was most pre-
possessing chap. and I felt the ire
mors which had seized me at the
sight of the word "attorney-one
to be dreaded in the present state
of uncertainty surrounding the mys-
tesy of Miliy Stockbridge's death
vanish at my first look into the
steady hazel eyes of the young So
Gcitor. :,
"Mr. Walters, I believe" l said,
cordially. II am Mrs. Graham. l
have heard of you often from your
sister, Esther"
He laughed boyishly.
mot more often than ! have
heard of you from the same source,
he countered promptly. Il only hope
her accounts of me are as .enthu..
siastic as those she gives OF you"
"They are the last word in en-
thusiasm," smiled, and then as we
sat down in chairs facing each 9TH
err / saw that the young attorneys
face grew grave.
II must only detain you a moment,
Mrs. Graham, for / find that be-
cause of my friendship for Kenneth
Stockbridge l am constantly shad-
owed. But | have a letter for you
from him which he could trust to
no one else, and which he insisted
| that l must deliver only into your
own hands. / know nothing OF its
! contents, but I do know that if you
are ever asked if I brought you any
message from Kenneth Stockbridge
you must deny it positively. Say
that my business with you was
purely personal one, invent any ex-
cuse you please, but give no one
an mixing that my friend has ever
sent you a message OF any sort.
You will promise this?"
"Of course" I said simply. but
felt again the shadow of intoler-
able mystery and crime enwrapping
me as spoke.
Continued Monday