The Pensacola journal. (Pensacola, Fla.) 1898-1985, 1920-06-22
Revelations
of q Wife
BY ADELE GARRISON.
CHAPTER LxvI.
What Madge Saw in the Girl Dicky
Raved Over So Enthusi asticaIly.


Raved Over So Enthusiastically.
We'll, we are in plenty of time
We were seated, Dicky and /. in
the waiting room of the Long Island
railroad. Dicky had bought our tickets
to Marvin, the little village which was
to be the starting point of our coun-
try ramble, and we were putting in
the time before our train was ready in
gazing at the usual morning scene in a
railroad station.
There were not many passengers
going out to the stations on the island,
but scores of commuters were hurry
ing through the station on their way
to their offices and other places of
employment.
You don't see many Of the commut-
ers up here" Dicky remarked. There's
a passage direct from the trains to
the subway on the lower level, and
most of them take that. Some of the
women come up to prink a bit in the
waiting room, and some of the men
come through here to get cigars or
papers, but the big crowd is down on
the train level"
do you notice how contented and
healthy most of them look?" I asked.
Its different looking set from the
ordinary city crowd" Dicky acquiesced
idly. "Of course, they are healthier.
They live more regular lives. and have
plenty of fresh air. But not for me
in the winter time. Too deadly dull.
and if you want to come into town it
takes a year or two to get in and
back. But in the summer time, when
you only have to get in once or twice
a week, it's the only life"
/ hardly heard him, for / was so in
terested in a girl who had just come
into the waiting room. 1 had never
seen so self-possessed creature in my
life. She was unusually beautiful,
with golden hair that was so real
the most captious person could not
suspect that hair of being dyed. Her
eyes were dark, and the unusual COM
bination of eyes and hair fitted a face
with regular features and a fair skin.
had seen Christmas and Easter cards
with faces like hers. But l had never
seen anyone like her in real life, and
am afraid I stared at her as hard as
did everyone else in the waiting room.
by Jove!" Dicky drew in deep
breath. isn't she the most ripping
beauty you ever saw"
His eyes were following her 1.-the,
perfect figure as she walked down the
waiting room. / have never seen a
pretty girl appear so utterly uncon-
scious of the chances directed toward
her as she did.
But with a woman's intuition. I
knew that underneath her calm ex-
terror she was noticing and apprais-
ing every admiring look she received.
I could not have told how knew this,
but / did know it.
She sat down little distance from
US. and Dicky frankly turned quite
around to stare at her.
Il wonder if she is going on our
train" he unused. by George, I never
saw anything like her in my life"
1 looked at him in open amazement,
tinged not a little with resentment. He
was with me. his bride of less than a
month. for our first days outing since
our marriage, and yet his eyes were
most open admiration. felt hurt, ne
elected, but I was determined he
should not think me jealous.
Yes, isn't she beautiful" I said as
enthusiastically as I could. Il never
eyes and hair
TITS her features and figure that
get me. I like to get a glimpse Of
her hands and feet. Perhaps she will
sit near US in the train. If she does
her numerically
/ tried to think of something to say
which would not betray my resentment
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But no words came to my mind.
saw, however, that it did not matter
Dicky would not have heard anything
I said anyway. He was too absorbed
in studying the girl. Nine-tenths of
same thing.
Most OF the women were looking at
her also, some, with hostile glances,
others with critical survey, while a
few We're honestly admiring her.
/ had to admit that her clothes
alone We're well worth looking at.
Either she or some one for her. had
carefully designed them with but one
thought. that they should suit her.
She was so very blonde in hair and
skin. so regular of feature that she
really would have been lacking in color
except for her clothes.
But the small hat that sat so pref
tily upon her head would have
frightened an absolutely colorless
woman. It was made of cerise velvet
with band of brown fur resting
against her fair hair, and geranium
blossoms so exquisitely fashioned as to
appear real, scattered carelessly around
the brim. The brown of. the fur was
like the brown of her eyes, while the
daring color of the velvet and the
flowers vivified her face.
Her gown was a ught-fitting. Sc
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