The Pensacola journal. (Pensacola, Fla.) 1898-1985, 1920-08-06
Revelations
of O. Wife
By ADELE GARRISON.
What Helped Madse's Head "A Lot"

| Dicl1y came rushing to the door of
Mrs. Underwood's bedroom in which
I sat where she had left me. 1 had
wondered vaguely how she was going
| to persuade Dicky that ought to go
| home. The result showed that as
strategist she was highly successful.
Why, Madge, dear" he said solicit
ously, why didn't you tell me you felt
one of your headaches coming on? I've
ordered a taxi and Wen go home at
once. I'll fire Katie in the morning.
| No wonder you were upset at finding
she had been rummaging through
your things"
oh, no. Dicky," 1 protested, then
stopped, smiling family at Dicky's
masculine idea of soothing headache.
Nothing mattered now. / was going
home, and Diclkys voice showed that
he was his natural, shunny, lovable
self again.
That's right" Lillian's voice broke
in cuttingly. Got her head to going
good by promising nice little domes-
tic ruction in the morning. Trust
man to do a thing up really brown"
She handed me my hat, helped me
/ into my coat, waited on me as deity
as a train maid could have done.
Harry Underwood Iounged in the
background, his hands in his pockets.
/ glanced up once, inadvertently, and
found him smiling sardonically at me.
/ knew that he did not believe l had
headache, but his opinion weighen less
than a feather now that Dicky was
with me.
On one thing I was resolved. Head
ache, or no headache, meant to tell
Dicky everything that had happened
since he had left me in the morn
ing. He might be angry. / might
have to endure another scene, but there
should be nothing held back.
Harry's Kind Invitation.
have always abhorred anything
sayoring of deceit. 1 felt that 1 could
not endure the least shadow of it IN
nv life with Dicky. The honk of car
sounded outside.
guess there's your choo-choo,"
drawled Harry Underwood. say
Dicky, don't let this headache spoil
everything. If the wife gets better
bring her back tonight, and Wen all
go play a bit somewhere. II she does
not and gets to sleep the way Lii does
after a headache, she won't need you.
Come back by yourself
And I had thought Dicky inconsid-
crate sometimes! I caught a glimpse
of a selfishness so colossal that 1t
made Dicky's occasional thoughtless-
ness appear as nothing.
I waited breathlessly for D.cky's re-
ply. but before he had a chance to
speak Lillian interposed.
f(,,{ Iof To- - che said pI1ipt- l
ly. but her voice was like flint. 'Dicky
is not coming back here tonight. He's
going to take care of his WIFE,
Her husband shrugged his shoulders,
but did not reply. There is one thing |
certain about the Underwoods. Lii |
liam strikes the dominant note in the
family. Her husband busters and
sneers, but I notice that she decides all
questions of any Importance, and there
appears to be no appeal from her de- |
cision.
The auto horn sounded again. Dicky |
hurried lfe to the door. Lillian |
snatched lace shawl from chair
where she had thrown it, and wrapped |
it around her bare shoulders.
Come on, Harry" she said as genial
ly as if she had not just called" him,
as Dicky would say. wen see that
they get in the machine all right.
"Cure That Headache"
He sulkily followed us down. Lillian |
matted my shoulder again as I got into |
the taxi.
II do so hope you won't have much |
trouble with that head" she said anx-
iously. I won't phone you, because |
YOU might just be dropping to sleep |
when the call came. But do call me
M soon as you feel better, and do /
YOU call me, young man"-she turned |
tn Dicky-''if she should feel really i'll, /
and YOU should need me.
Thanks awfully. Lii" D.clzy answer
ed gratefully. I'll do just that"
Dear Mrs. Underwood" I said lean
ing out of the taxi, Il must tell you
now"
Won must tell me nothing" she said,
nusbinp me back gently. Don't worry 1
about the usual thanks. Just get home
and to bed and cure that headache
she took her hand from the door,
and turned TO the chauffeur.
Drive carefully" she said. Forty
civ East Twenty ninth street is the
number. This lady has bad head
ache and must not be jolted-"
Very well. ma'am."
"Good-by," called Lillian as we drove
off. Her voice was as loud and care
less as ever, but it no longer grated
,,non me. For the moment l forgot
All the other sentiments / had enter
tanned toward her, and remembered
onIv her genuine kindness toward me.
How kind she is" l murmured as
the taxi started -.
aShe's the bulIiest little scout that
aver breathed," Dicky rejoined enthu-
1 felt there was triI1e
80 Y,uch enthusiasm in his voice.
But il did not trouble me- Tor the
next minute he slipped his arm around
ne and pillowed me comfortably
against him.
as the headache very bad, sweet
neart2" he asked tenderly.
yves. but this helps it lot, an
swered. smuggling against him happily
Knew had trying interview in
front of me. but at least / would
snatch a few minutes of happiness