New Britain herald., 1920-12-13
OLDING A HUSBAND Adele Garrison's New Phase of
 Reuelafi0ns Of q Wfe

articles in my small bag when dross tomorrow, and there isn't a thing clso to do. You know you wouldn't let mo take care of Junior if l did stay at home"
 "I should say not" she declared emphatically. with an adoring glance toward her idolized grandson. who was building himself wonderful house of blocks upon the floor. That it came tumbling down each time just before it was completed, ap- peared to dotract no whit from his gurgling enjoyment of his work. I've had to do without that blessed baby all the time I was sick. I guess I'll have him all I want now.
 But that's beside the mark" she went on. returning like homing pigeon to her original subject. "You'H tumble into that river as sure as anything. and then where will your trip North be?"
 "Oh, mother. say not SOL" Diclsy lmplorod. stretching his arms toward her in a burlesque appeal. Don't wish us anything like that!'
 "I don't want to hear anything from you" she turned on him quick ly. You're the one that's responsi- pio for all this. Don't think you can pull the wool over my eyes, young man. Margaret would have been starting North by this time except for your lim-flam about those reser- vations. Don't tell me you couldn't get any accommodations until the day after tomorrow. know better:"
 Dicity Takes Precautions.
 You can ask the ticket agent" her son rejoined flippantly.
 
 significantly.
 Into her sons eyes for q moment flashed a startled look. which con- frmed tho suspicion I had entertained that ho had purposely misrepresent- ed the earliest date upon which he could get reservations in order to give me the trip to Blues Bridge. But his reply to his mother was prompt and disarming
 That's right. Nothing like set ting things at headquarters. Just let met know when you are really and I'll take you over.''
 T think I can manage to get there by myself" she said. tartly. bending over her sewing again. and evident y dlsmissinE us as unworthy of con- alteration.
 Dicky glanced furtively at me. There was such boy y-caught-steaIing- am look upon his face that I could rot resist the temptation to assure ,im of my understanding of his rlIse Ind forgiveness of it. There was no nance, however, to express my feel ng in any other way than by a slow, wink.
 Dicky started. and his face lighted with appreciative glee. He blew me . kiss over his mothers unsuspecting lead and spoke quickly but casually:
 Seriously speaking, Madge. I'd year that wool jersey suit of yours, with golf hose and your stoutest. | Ieavest shoes. That wool skating ap you used to wear last winter | would be the thing for your head. ut I don't suppose you brought it l long,"
 Its in my trunk said demure- y.
 "Oh, wise young woman!" Dicky l Well, then. you're | complete except thnt you ought to ake along an extra sweater or coat | Tor an emergency. And now. If you'll excuse mo. I've got some packing of | my own to do"
 He sauntered leisurely out of the door. but I saw him pass the window | a minute after, and guessed 1 that he had gone to fortify ahe ticket | agent agnipst any inquiries his sus- picious mother might choose to make.
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