New Britain herald., 1920-01-24
NY HEART AND MY HUSBAND ADELE GARRISON'S NEW PHASE OF
 Revelations of a Wife

What q magnificent animal he was! l could not withhold the mental lri- bute. much as | dislked him. With his coat off and bending over the tire | could sec that either his contine- menl in the war prison or his army life had taken from him every tra"' of the groSSn csS, the hint of coming obesity with which his indulgence ill Agood food and wines had threatened him. His face, too, had lost the high color, the suggestion of Aabbinesa, which had marrcd it in the last months I had seen him.
 He was evidently in splendid phy- .sical trim, his mentality unimpaired: but his moral sense? | realized a. I looked at him, reviewed his mock ing comments, his utter lack of re morse upon facing me-when he knew, that. was aware of his attempt upon Dicky's life-that he was the same selfish, interruptions, devil7maN- care chap he had always been.
 And Lillian, usually so sane, with so balanced a viewpoint, had put hap pncss out of her life because this man. once her husband in the emo tional remorse for the awful thing which even he would not have at- tempted unblinded by liquor. had sent an appeal to her, saying he wanted to begin over again..
 Lost in Work.
 He needs me-" she had said to me.
 | looked at the man bending ovep the tire and gritted my teeth in futile eXaspera tion. For this splendid spc- cmen of physical manhood, housing
 a reckless, selfish soul, needed no- body. Good impulses, generous inn pulses, he often had without ques- tion; but close association with him was only crucitiXion to woman possessing ideals and a conscience. A picture flashed before my eyes with photographic fidelity-that of Robert SaVarin, falling almo ost ifeless at Lillian's feet after his quest of the man before me. She had nursed him back to life and then had made it worthle by sending him away from | her because of her fancied duty to 1 the man whose only bond to her was l the empty legal one.
 [ A sob rose in my throat as l thought of the contrast between the almost invalded artist, spent in | Lillian's service. whom I knew she loved with her whole royal heart, and | this physically magnificent wastrel ! whom she loathed. but to whom she 1 felt quixOtically bound. l bent closer over my knitting that my face might not betraN it's disgust if MT. Under- 1 wood should look at me.
 ! 1 need not have feared. He neither | looked at me nor uttered d word until i he had repaired the inner tube and 1 had adjusted the shoe. Then he eN- ' amined the whole machine with the 1 air of an expert and when he evident = l ly decided that it would do he rolled 1 down his sleeves, put on his coat and
 sauntered- over to me.
 l Haven't any cold cream and pow l der in your knitting bag. have you Lady Fair.?" he asked mockingl I'm afraid my complexion is nearly 1 ruined. and as for me delicate hands-hevings!
 Despite my disgust and anger,
 had hard work to rcpress a Smile
 I knew that he had had months o
 the hardest kind of ambulance serv
 ice in France, and he managed tt
 make his demand for cosmetic,
 whimsically humorous. felt subtl!
 the old conviction stealing over m>
 that there was no use wasting time
 in being angry at Harry tnderwoot! ] One could only take him he wa
 and keep out of his way as much a possible.
 T am sorry," I said quietly. deter mined to keep out of my answer any thing save the most natter of ia c air, ."but l have nothing of the knt with me. Thank you so much fo fixing the tire. l must hurry Aalong.