New Britain herald., 1920-12-16
OLDING A. HUSBAND
 Adele Garrison's New Phase of ReueI0finns Of q Wfe

| 1 hand" he directed ncky, and hold her tight. We don't want her tumb- | ling into tho Lumbee just as she | reaches her journeys end. And I'll i bet there ain't q mite of feeling below her knees. I've seen women come oh | these boats before. Don't know why | it don't seem 10 affect men the same way. Guess they don't wear their I shoes SO tight"
 \ Great Relief.
 was too grateful for the proffercd aid to resent the aspcrsion against the common sense of feminine footgear. For my legs were really so numb that am sure I should have fulfilled Jim Piorce's prediction and have tumbled ignominiously into tho Lumbee river had not the guide and Dicky come to
 my aid.
 They almost lifted mo to the wharf, and then. leaning on DiciSy's arm,
 managed to ascend a short flight of
 steps to the broad veranda of most
 curious but attractive log cabin, or rather series of cabins, connected by
 covere/ passa gewaYs with each other,
 which extended along the shore Of the
 river.
 Here [ sank down on n rustic bench,
 saved from ignominy by tho fact that
 almost every other woman alighting
 from tho canoes was undergoing the
 samc experience. And then for a few
 minutes all along the veranda could be
 heard tho soft stamping of feminine feet as we tried to restore the circrIla- tion to our numbed feet and legs.
 Jim Pierce. the man named Tim. and the other guides were busy with I..,t- f,u ,fKnr, them in the cove where we had landtd others were taking them on through the narrow passageway I had noted.
 The river must go on past that place through which some of tho guides took their canoes" I observed lazily. too content with the return of sensation to my mum bed feet really to know what I was saying.
 Dicky Decides for Dinner.
 "Of course it goes on goose!" Dicky said laughingly. 'It must. because it's a perfectly good. normal river. headed ed for the sea. IL goes on and on and gets wider and wider until it strikes the ocean or at least d bay of the big briny. They say there are plenty of nuts that 20 down the whole one hun drcd and fifty miles to the sea in these canoes. stopping along tho way for re- treatments and sleep. But not for me, Thts trip and return will he just about enough for yours truly.N feel like the | man who said he wouldn't take fifteen million dollars for the kid he had, or give fifteen cents for another one. How about you. old dear?'
 "I share your sentiments absolute ly," I said, rising. But have enjoyed thlstrfp trip so far tremendously. and I am ready for anything now that my feet have 'thawed out Is there n chance to> see tho river beyond the | bend? And where is Blues Bridge?"
 ''Sit down again until I find out." | Dicky returned promptly. But I | warn you I'm not going to do much | rambling until after this famous dinner | they advertise Is pulled off"
 Hc disappeared into the cabin and | n minute of two reappeared at the | ioor in company with red-haired. | nm miablc-looking giant. who held onE fork in ono hand and dish owel in the .otAer. Upon his head | was an an indescrihable white cap, evidently intended to be of the variety | worn hy a chef. while a huge apron 1 anveloped him. His rumbling voice | cached me plainly. as hc pointed with | he fork and Eesticulated with tho | fish towel, evidently directing Dicky | o various points in the camp. Anl Il hen. as he saw me, he promptly took | ,ff the cap with the hand that held | he fork. 10 my nervous eyes. narrow | y escaping tho skewering of himself | lr Dicky made n deep. ducking obeis- | lncc, and retreated hastily into the | ra bin while Dicky came back to me, |