The Pensacola journal. (Pensacola, Fla.) 1898-1985, 1920-09-16
Revelations
Ofu Wife
How Madse Saw Jack Bickett's Ship
Put Out to Sea.
BY ADELE GARRISON.

Don't ever ask me to ride in the
subway again. 1t is the most uncom-
Portable place I ever experienced"
The elder Mrs. Graham snapped
the words at me, if one can use such
a word in connection with the state
ly dignity of my mother-in law, as
we climbed the stair from the South
Ferry station to the street.
Her usual dignity appeared to be
a trifle ruffled at the edges anyway,
1 noted, smiling inwardly, albiet with
much mental trepidation. I knew the
real reason for her dispIeasure. 1t
was not the discomfort of having to
stand in the subway car which had
upset her, but the ridiculous mistake
of my old acquaintance, Mr.. Lawrence,
whom we had met Unexpectedly.
He had not known that I had. mar
ried, and when 1 told him he had
promptly congratulated me upon be-
ing Mrs. Beckett! And Dicky's mother
had heard him
1 knew she was too proud to make
any reference whatever to the Incl
dent. But I also knew that she would
nevertheless resent it in every little
haunting way she could. Her complaint
of the subway was the first shot.
felt that 1 had every reason to dread
the day.
why. we are not at the harbor at
all" This was the next remark as we
reached the entrance of the Kiosk and
faced the ferry buildings which sep
arated us from the water of the har-
Dor.
"You cannot see the water for these
buildings 1 explained patiently You
will get a wonderful view of it from
the Aquarium, the old Castle Garden"
"Oh, yes, Castle Garden. I remem-
Der that very well,' she said with
more animation, and then ENORMOUSLY,
but l do not see it,
at is right over there" I said, in
dicating it by pointing, something 1
detest doing. But I felt a breathless
anxiety to smooth down my mother
in-laws ruffled feathers in any way
possible She turned her eyes to the
squat old building. which has seen so
many vicissitudes, and which has
helped so much in the making of the
city's history.
But what a distance away" she ex-
claimed. WAS there no nearer way of
getting to it?''
began to feel badgered, and 1 am
afraid my irritation crept into my
voice
The Bowling Green station is near
err, certainly" ! said coldly. But you
said you wished to go to the end OF
the island first and then walk up. You
will get a wonderful view by walking
along the sea WALL
II do not remember making such a
remark" she said stubbornly. but it
does not matter, let US hurry along.
I am freezing here"
looked at her in establishment. Il
was my first lesson in the futility of
ever contradicCing my mother in-law,
or recalling to her memory anything
she had said, and which she did not
wish to remember. I mentally jotted
down the fact for future guidance, and
walked by her side. accommodating
my steps to her slower ones.
But as the full view of the harbor
burst upon our eyes, even Mrs. Gra-
hams Miniature had to vanish.
A Wonderful View.
TT is wonderful! wonderful" she
said. Wait a moment. want to fill
my soul with it,
1 felt my heart warm toward her.
have always loved the harbor. Many
treasured hours have spent watching
il from the sea wall or from the deck
of the Staten Island ferries. To me
it is like loved friend. I enjoy hear
ing its praises. 1 shrink from hear
, ing it criticised. Mrs. Graham s
hearty admiration made me feel more