New Britain herald., 1920-01-02
ODen from g A. M. to P. M. Friday
 7:3O to 9 Saturday Evening
Y HEART and MY HUSBAND ADELE GARRISON'S NEW PHASE OF
 RepeIafi0ns 0f e WUe

rumpling my hair-but you never have happened to do it before
 had to pretend gayety to keep my voice from tears.
 Well, if that's your idea of bliss having vour hair pulled" I bantered, 'I can make you happy at any time! It's one of the best things I do."
 I gave his hair a playful tug, then with a fresh grip on my poise, a sure knowledge that l would not oetray the remorse I felt at his unconscious indictment of my neglect, l bent anu kissed him.
 Now, sir, having been duly rum pied, suppose we settle down TOT a regular chat. Whats on your m1nd:'
 Pointed Question:
 It was the vcriest banal nonsense, but I realized from the slight start my father gave that there was some thing special about which he wished to speak to me, wondered apprehen- sively if there was anything troubling him,
 .Are you completely recovered from your accident?" he asked after a moment. 'fSure you are qu-te strong again ?''
 1T never felt better in my lfe," I assured him, not quite truthfully, for my nerves were still feeling the effect of the fright had undergone.
 How do you feel about driving % car?" he asked hesitatingly. 'Does the idea frighten you, or do you still want to try one?"
 His words took me so completely by surprise that for long minute I did not answer him. I was busy asking myself silently the same que5- tion he had just put orally. The de- sire to drive a car had been almost an obsession with me, but ever since my accident it had been oTershad- owed by another vision-that Of Major Gfantland'S powerful car rush ing toward me and my utter helpless ness to guide my own machine out of danger.
 The Whimsical Comment.
 But persistence in trying to do any thing I like has always been a pro- nounced trait of mine-Whether commendable one or not, l never have been able to determine to my own satisfaction-and l realized before my minute of introspection was over that if only the opportunity offered I should anxious to learn to drive than ever I had been. The very fact of my ignominious failure would spur me on to prove both to myself and to others that I could achieve my ambition.
 But not with Dicky! That question was forever settled in my mind. My short experience under his tute1age had proved beyond all doubt that I not only failed to receive any benefit from his instruction, but that his inl- patience with my slowness his in sistence that I could grasp the rudi- ments of the art and put them into practice almost without hesitation, confused me so completely that what ideas I did gather vanished absolutely from my mind.
 I didsnot dare to conjecture what my fathers question might mean. It opened too dazzling a possibility be- fore my minds eye I contented my self with quietly stating the truth.
 II would rather learn to drive ;l car than do almost anything else n the world,'' I said. But to tell you the truth, father, I cannot learn with DickY teaching me. l don't know why--I fancy it is my fault-but the day I was with him l got confused that I did not know what I was do- ing. I would never dare attempt it again.
 My father smiled WhimsicallN.
 ''I have yet to see the person, man woman, who can learn from the teaching of a relative" he said. "Oc course, I suppose there are unusually amiable and placid persons who can accomplish the feat, but I have never happened to meet them. And you and Dicky are the last in the world to attempt it. Please believe there is no reflection upon either of you in that last remark"
 He paused deprecatingly.
 "Of course" I said, breathlessly, kissing him 10 hide my suspense. What did he mean by all this pre- amble?