New Britain herald., 1920-12-17
OLDING A HUSBAND Adele Garrison's New Phase of
 Revelations Of q Wfe

viewing it. revealed itself as something really beautiful and far. far removed from tho commonplace.
 piclSy Plans. Built every inch of it with the aid of one helper, an unskilled day laborer, whom he keeps principally to help him lift heavy logs. Oh. he's q character, Whlstling Sam Is! I've heard of him before. and I'm fighty glad to get this chance to view him at close rangc.'
 I wisely kept silent, seeing that Dicky was in a communicative vein. and. knowing from long experience, that an injudicious question might make him register an imitation of a clam.
 Its to be supposed he has a real name. and folks. and other appurte- nances of a civilized human being. But he never by any chance reveals anything concerning his history" Dicky went on. 'whistling Saf he calls himself, and whistling Sam Is the only name he is ever called. Even his mail is addressed that way.
 He is one of the best camp cooks in the country. they tell me- Dicky smacked his lips in burlesqued appre- citation. But he is more noted for
 
 camps for many wealthy men who've come here and seen this. He asks so many dollars a day. his expenses. the transportation of his tools. and the services of ono unskilIed laborer in the vicinity of his work, which he stipulates must he in the heart of tho woods. Then he fells trees, turns them into logs and floor boards and trim mings. and builds as large or as small a camp as is ordered. And his results arc certainly fascinating. There's another of his buildings over there, hunters camp, where men who come down here hunting can stny all night If they wish. Of course, this building is mostly dining halls, with Kitchen and one sitting room. I've half a notion to grab some spot that suits us up North. and have him put up shack. What do you say?"
 Tim Appears.
 "oh. DiclSy-" exclaimed ecstatical- ly. But even as the exclamation, born of my artistic instincts. left my lips I began to have doubts of the practical ity of the scheme. Were these houses suitable for housekeeping from n woman's point of view? I saw a num- Der of open crevices. and decided that they were not proof against mos auitoes, wandering insects or even an occasional tiny snake should one de eide to make the inside of the struc- ture his home.
 But I knew better than to qualify that first assenting cry. Dicky would probably forget all about the scheme if kept silent, while If opposed 1t. he would be almost certain to go in and cnEnEe whistiing Sam on the spot. and purchase the piece of ground for him to work on when he returned North.
 '.I thought it would get you" my husband said approvingly. But there's no hurry. "Ill find out be- fore wo 90 where I can reach him by mail. then after we find a suitable site can communicate with him. Look there-that must be Blues Bridget"
 We had come out upon a long bridge spanning the stream. It looked as if it were a fost ancient structure, and l rather timorously set my feet upon 1t. wondering if it might not be so old as to be dangerous. But one look at tho massive old timbers sus- tnining it treasured me. They looked as if one ccntury's wear would be but an incident to their strength.
 Below guide was swabbing out his canoe which evidently had shipped some water. As he raised his head at the sound of our footsteps I saw that he was tho man named Tim. and again the pleasure of the day was darkened for me.
 moved hastily away. wishing to put as much space as possible between myself and the ill-omened figure, yet knowing in my heart that someway I must contrive speech with him un-