The Pensacola journal. (Pensacola, Fla.) 1898-1985, 1920-05-06
Revelations
Of q Wife
There's More Than One Way or Saying
What You Mean.
ey ADELE GARRISON.


Smiles on my lips, which forced to
remain: tears in my eyes which dared
not shed--these marked the delicious
little dinner which Katie served Dicky
and me after my notifying financial
experience. The knowledge that before
the evening closed / should have to
tell Dicky had paid his long ignored
bill to Touraine Bros. and brave his
certain wrath for meddling in his at
fairs, weighed heavier upon me each
moment. That ! must also confess
the paying Of the bill had left me pen
nileSS, and must ask Dicky for more
money, no matter what mood he might
be in. Inundated me almost beyond
endurance.
"Missis Graham, you not eating one
ting, what the matter? Amt it cooked
the right way?"
Katie's worried voice brought Dicky
to his feet with start He has been
in such gay spirits, and so absorbed
in his rafting amusing account of the
days happenings that had been able
to conceal from him my real feelings
by smiling at his nonsense and pre-
tending to eat. At Katie's words he
come around to my side Of the table
What's the matter sweetheart?
Aren't you feeling well?'
have always deSpised the women
who employ feminine, wiles Of tears
and pretended illness to wheedle con-
| never judge them again. 1t took all
my will power to keep from bursting
| into tears at Dicky's tender words.
How I longed to plead a severe head
| ache or any other illness to yield to
| the petting and tender care l knew
would follow, and to tell him OF my
troubles when all of his protecting
chivafrous nature was aroused. and it
would be impossible for him 10 be
angry.
| But it is as impossible Tor me to do
any OF these things as it would be for
| me to offer Dicky an unsolicited ca
| ress. / think sometimes Oh the name
the women in the, theater dressing
room applied to me the night Dicky
and I went to the revival of Rose
mary" the night first lear led of my
husbands long and romaEti. friend
ship With Lillian Gale.
The marble BRIDE" the woman had
said, Ealf contemputously know that
the name fits me In MANY ways. My
real feelings are hidden deep beneath
hard crust Of inherited will power
and GOODNESS, and years of bitter train
ing in self-control.
So my voice was steady, my eyes
fearless as I answered Dicky's ques-
ton.
II am quite well. Please don't worry
about me, but finish your dinner
/ Then something is troubling you.
What has happened?''
mo, Docky, don't get excited. Moth
i inc in rorfio,slor hoe honnonod have
been a little upset over something to-
day, something which / will tell you
/ about after dinner. but / refuse to
spoil this delicious dessert with any
thing troublesome"
/ / tried to make my tone gay and
careless, and I much have succeeded,
| for Dicky attacked his dessert. maca-
room pudding, with gusto, much to the
delight of Katie, who evidently consid-
cred it masterpiece. To please her
| managed to choke down my portion,
winning Dicky's approval at the same
time.
That's better" he said heartily
/ Glad you could eat something Shall
we have our coffee in the living
room?' we did this occasionally,
lighting the gas crate and slipping our
coffee before.
/ mighty poor substitute Tor long
fire, but unfortunately they don't put
/ old-fashioRed fireplaces in most apart
ments. Dicky commented when we had
settled ourselves before the crate and
Katie served our coffee there.
Its very cheerful, even as 1t is"
answered.
/ 1T is when there's bully little
wife to share it with a man" returned
Dicky tenderly. Dicky always calls me
| little" when he is in tender mood
although / am quite above the aver
age woman in stature. within two
inches OF his own height. in fact.
i thought of asking You to take a
little stroll with me tonight" Dicky
went on. but it's too comfortable
| right here at home. feel at peace
with the world tonight"
The ringing OF the telephone bell