The Pensacola journal. (Pensacola, Fla.) 1898-1985, 1920-07-22
Revelations
Ofu Wife
By ADELE GARRISON.

| My tears were falling fast now. Jack
stood up and laid his hand upon my
shoulder.
| Come, Margaret, you must control
yourself" he said in his old brotheriy
voice. II want you to tell me your
new name and address. I'm never
going to lose track of you, remem-
Der that. You won't see me, but your
big brother will be on his old job just
the same"
told him, and he wrote it carefully
down in his notebook. Then he looked
at me fixedly.
You would better put your engage
ment and wedding rings back on" he
said. "Of course l realize now that
you must have taken them off when
you removed your gloves in the res
taurant, with the thought that you
did not want to spoil my dinner by
telling me of your marriage. But you
must have them on when you meet
your husband, you know"
How like Jack, putting aside his
own suffering to be sure of my well
fare! l put my hand in my muff,
drew out my mesh bag and opened it.
The rings were gone!
Give Me the Pleasure of Riding With
You.
Jack" gasped, horror-stricken,
my rings are gonei"
'Impossible!" His face was white.
He snatched my mesh bag from my
grasp. Where did you put them?
In here?"
1 nodded. 1 could not speak. This
was the final touch to the misery. l
had piled up for myself by delaying
to tell my cousin, Jack Beckett, of my
marriage to Dicky.
1 had thought l was going a wise
kind thing in considering my brother
cousins feelings upon his return from
a years absence in the wilderness
where he had been unable to receive
any news of me. / had gone to meet
him, intending to tell him of my
marriage when our reunion dinner
should be finished. l feared Dicky's
jealousy would prevent my seeing
much of Jack, and 1 wanted to give
him one last hour or two on the old
motherly and sisterly basis.
And as a result, Jack had told me
that he loved me, something he would
never have revealed had he dreamed
was married, and 1 had lost my en-
gagement and my wedding rings.
had put them in my mesh bag, in the
restaurant, when 1 took off my gloves,
so that Jack should not guess my
marriage until after dinner.
Jack turned the mesh bag inside
out. A handkerchief, a small coin
purse, two or three bills of small de-
nominations, an envelope with tiny
powder puff-these were all.
Are you sure you put them in
here?"
yes" 1 could hardly articulate
the word, l was so frightened.
Have you opened your bag since?"
I thought a moment. Had /? Then
rush of remembrance came to me.
Il took out a handkerchief when l.
cried in the restaurant"
You must have drawn them out
then, and either dropped them there,
or they may have been caught in
the handkerchief and dropped in the
taxi. We must hurry, dear. This is
awful. If you have lost those rings,
your husband will have a right to be
angry.
Back to the Restaurant.
He caught my arm. and fairly
rushed me along the path in the di-
rection the taxi had gone. In a very
few moments we came to the parking
space where the chauffeur had said
he would wait for us.
We did not need to look for the
His was the car nearest us.
Jack rushed up to him.
Quick. tumble out the cushions in
your machine. This lady has dropped
two valuable rings. we think in the
restaurant, but there is a chance they
may be in the cab
The man hurried to do as Jack re-
Together they searched every