The Pensacola journal. (Pensacola, Fla.) 1898-1985, 1920-09-11
Revelations
ola Wife
The Voice of the Woman Who An.
swered the Telephone in Dicky's
Studio.
BY ADELE GARRISON.


Studio.
Margaret" My mother in law.
tone was almost tragic. Richard ha.
! gone off with my trunk checks"
''Why of course he has" returned
wondering little at her envious
| tone. 4 suppose he expects to give
| them to the expressman and have the
trunks brought up this morning"
Richard never remembered any
thing in his life,' said his mother
tartly. Those trunks ought to be
| here before 1 leave for the day"
"Oh, l don't think it would be pos
sible for them to arrive here before
we have to start, even if Dicky gives
them to an expressman right away,
as l am sure he will do"
Richard will carry those checks in
his pocket until he comes home again,
if he is lucky enough not to lose them, -
said his mother decidedly. Il wish
you would telephone him at his stu
dio and remind him that they must
be looked after
Obediently 1 went to. the telephone.
1 knew Dicky had had plenty of time
to get to the studio, as it was but a
short walk from our apartment
Madison Square 1894" I said in
answer to Centrars request for mum
Der"
When the answer came almost
dropped the receiver in my surprise.
1t was not Dickys voice that came to
my ears, but that of a stranger, a
woman's voice, rich and musical.
"Yes?" with a rising infection, this
is Mr.. Graham's studio. He has not
yet reached here. What message shall
1 give him. please. when he comes
imp"
please ask him to call up his
home" Then l hung up the receiver
and turned from the telephone, put
ting down my ae%uion with a firm
hand until could bc alone.
"Dicky has not at reached the
studio l said to his 4mother calmly.
4 think very probably 4he has gone
first to see an expressman about your
trunks. If you will pardon me, I
have a few things to attend to before
we start on our trip. Is there any
thing I can do for your"
mo, thank you" Mrs. Graham's
tone was still the cold, courteous one
that she used in addressing me. Il
suppose I can ring for Katie when 1
am ready to have my dress fastened2"
"Oh, by all means" I returned l
thought bitterly of the little services
used to perform for my own mother.
How gladly l would anticipate the
wants of Dicky's mother if she would
cealed aversion with which she re-
garded me.
Miss Grace Draper?
My motner-in- law went into her
room, and I, vsalKing swiftly to mine,
closed and locked the door behind me.
threw myself face downward on the
bed, my favortie posture when I wish
ed to think things out.
The voice of the woman at the
studio haunted me. 1t was strange,
but familiar, and 1 could not remem
Der where l had heard it.
What was a woman doing in Dicky's
studio at this time in the morning,
anyway? I knew that Dicl<y employed
feminine models, but 1 also knew that
he always made it a point to be at
to arrive.
II suppose I am IA awfu4 crank,
he had laughed once, but no models
rummaging among my things for
mine"
I knew that Dicky employed no
or at least he had told me
that he did not. I had heard him
promise himself that when
his income reached $4,000 a year he
would hire one
All at once the solution to the mys-
terry dawned upon me. The rich must !
cal voice belonged to Grace Draper, the /
beautiful girl whom Dicky had seen /
first on a train on our memorable |
trip to Marvin.
He had not rested until he had found |
out her identity. She was just the type |
that he wished for a model, but he |
had feared that he could not get her |
to consent to pose for him.
The Veriest Nonsense.
It had turned out, however that her |
whole life was centered in her ambi- |
bon TO become an artist. She had /
gladly accepted Dicly's proposition to
pay her literally for the hours size I
spent in posing for him and 20 give /
her the use of his studio and thei
benefit of his help and instruction at /
1ther times.
Why had not Dicky told me that |
she was at the studio? The question
-ankled in the back of my brain.
That was not my main concern,
however. What swept we with a sud-
len primitive emotion, which know