The Pensacola journal. (Pensacola, Fla.) 1898-1985, 1920-06-27
Revelations
of a Wife
BY ADELE GARRISON.

CHAPTER Xxi.
allow Madge and Dicky Saw Putnam
House,"
We'll! Why don't you say I toll,
you so'?"
Dicky growled out the words afte
he had taken a long eloquent look a
the sign For Rent. Caretaker will
show the house." which decorated tn,
front entrance of Putnam Manor.
did not answer him. In the frs
placed l was too tired and fnlngr,
latter cur long tramp to do anythins
more than stare at the deserted inn
Dicky had told me so much ofsits ex.
|cellent meals and the wonderful pic.
turesqueness of its interior that I was
woefully disappointed at find it closed
go on. Why don't you say it?'
Dicky appeared bent on taking his
own irritation out on me. When we
had started for our long tramp from
Marvin, the little station to which we
had come for a long day in the coun-
try, I had begged Dicky to inquire
whether or not Putnam Manor was
open. But, manlike. he had made fun
any inquiry, saying the inn had been
open every winter for years. And now
tired and ravenously hungry, we faced
a sign For Rent" instead of the
chicken and sea food meal which Dicky
had so glowingly described during our
walk
Il don't think there is anything for
me to say" I replied quietly. I have
always prided myself upon being a
woman who would not say II told you
So" no matter how great provocation /
had.
'.Oh, no, there's nothing for you to
say, but you stand there with that
martyr-at look on your face
reflecting on how different every
thing would have been If 1 only had
taken your advice. I'd much rather
you'd rave around and call few
Names
Don't you think you are trifle un-
reasonable, Dicky?sI am as hungry and
as you are. If / re-
preached you because you would not
inquire about this place this morning
you certainly would be angry. Be-
cause I say nothing you are annoyed.
If you will kindly tell me just what
to do I will do it,
/ suppose my last words were not
calculated to soothe Dicky. He gave
a short, disagreeable laugh, and
turned away.
No use standing here" he said.
Might as well go back to the station
and get the next train to the city"
''Dicky!" / said, aghast. why, it is
frx 4 I,
the whole afternoon. Surely there
must be some place around here where
we can get somthing to eat"
Il don't know of a place" he re-
turned. but evidently my eagerness to
stay and finish our day Modified him,
for he dropped his unpleasant man
ner.
Would you like to look around the
old. shack now you are here?" he
asked, 81 see it's for sale as well as
rent, and if it's sold, of course the
vandals that buy it will tear the old
house down and split up the land into
building lots"
with row of houses each exact
y like the Others" 1 agreed, with
little shudder at the picture I had
,alled up.
Sure" returned Dicky. You'd
,hink, out here, where there is plenty
If room, people would like touch of
Individuality in their homes. OF
course you do find lots of attractive
houses, but the majority of the peo-
pie seem content with houses that look
Is if they had been poured out of
mold in some factory"
do ring the bell, Dicky," I said. Il
I'M so anxious to see the inside of
his old mansion"
Ring the belli" Dicky exclaimed
,cornfully. Where do you think you
ire? In the goth century? Look over
you head"
looked and exclaimed in delight,
or just above my head was an i'm
nense knocker Of the kind that
ldorned the old colonial homes.
fitted it and let it drop. but the sound
hat came from it seemed muffled.
doubted whether any one inside could
lear it.
The sharp peal of a bell may not
lave the sound of the olden time, but
t is more effective said Dicky, an
wering the look on my face; but the
opening of the door, disapproved his
words.
A tall, thin woman stood in the
'pening Her face was pale, her hair
Irawn back from her face and coiled
n a tight little knot on the top or
Ter head. Her dress was clean and
Idly, but very plain and coarse Shej
leld plump baby in her arms, while
mother little one, scarcely more than
baby herself peeued at US from the
heller of her mothers skirt