Omaha daily bee., 1920-02-11
My HEART and
My HUSBAND
Adele GarrisOn's New Phase of
Revelations
of q Wife
Why Dicky Asked Madge a Surpris-
ing Question.


from the greeting | had been pictur.
ing to myself as | rushed to the sta
ton, chilled me as thoroughly as il
he had chosen to dash bucket O.
icJld water over me. Using the com
mon sense which since my husband
return from the war | have been try.
ing to inject into my relations witt
him, | had firmly pushed into the
back of my mind the words of Harry
/ UndcrWood's that had so troubled
lmc:. e'a.
The Dicky-bird's not playing the
game with YOU" and had resolved
| that | would never refer to them
never even tiink OF them again. But
my husbands unexpected Ndeness
not only droused my temper, but
summoned from the depths where
thought had buried it the ugly sus-
picion whi,h for little l had har-
| bored.
With wifcIy intuition ! knew ex-
actly how | could most quickly ex-
desperate Dicky, and with my temper
near the boiling point-but with my
mental thermometer carefully con-
cealed-I set to work.
Really, Dcky," | drawled smil-
ingly. that is long story, too long
70: the telling now, especially as |
dent suppose you care for an audi
ence. Several of your fellow pas
se-pefs appear to be unduly inter-
ested in us as it is. Don't you think
would better"
Blast itr Dicky interrupted un-
der his breath. throwing his suitcase
into the tonneau as he spoke and
seating himself beside me. Get out
of this-quickr'
A Silky" Question.
He had cast one furtive glance
around, mad seen as | had, that sew
cral OF the idlers at the station were
watching us with open curiosity and
smiles which they took no trouble to
disguise. was fairly trembling
with humiliation and anger, but with
mighty effort | kept the bored
smile on my face that had put
there when ! first spoke to him.
| didn't speak until we had turned
Ythe corner from the station and were
headed for the culvert beneath the
tracks. | caught glimpse OF Mrs.
Ticer hurryilIg up the path away
from the corner where had left her,
guessed that at her first sight of the
machine sic had left her post in Or
der that | need not feel obliged to
stop and Introduce Dicky to her and
blessed whatever astral body it was
which had SO ordained her move
mants. 1t was no time for social
plelSantrles. =,
DO YOU wish to drive" I asked
silkily as | guided the car under the
culvert, always a dangerous proceed
ing, because of the narrow place IN
which machines are compelled to
pass each other. I always vigorous
lv~sounded the calliope horn | had
purchased whenever | went under
it, and upon this particular occasion
gave it one or two extra blasts,
guessing tha- Dicky would disap-
prove.
my Very Own"
"Drive this fivver9 Not on your
golden Wedding day." he retorted
contemptuously. "And for the love
Of. Mike cut out that fiveboat siren.
Of course, everybody within 81
miles must have you spotted for a
rank amateur by this time, but wait
till I can get out of this before you
mix me up with it."
Hcroically | repressed the lncllna-
ton to ask him if he would prefer
walking back to the station and get
ting taxi out. I knew him we'll
enough to be certain that he would
act upon the suggestion at once, and
improve upon it by returning to the
city upon the next train. SO | con-
tented myself by remarking calmly:
The best driver | ever have
known says that all motor car driv-
ers are amateurs. except the few who
race in those big contests"
I felt rather than saw my husband
twist in his seat, and knew that his
eyes were fixed with suspicious in
quiry upon my face.
The best driver you have ever
known" he repeated with a mock
ing laugh that | knew was forced.
81 suppose you're an accomplished
Judge of drivers by this time.
Strange the newspapers aren't after
you to write their automobile col
umns. May | ask who this paragon
is"
Il don't think his name would in
terest you" | said demurely. you
do not know him very we'll, and l
have heard you speak with distinct
disapproval of him many times, so
why talk of unpleasant things. Isn't
the coloring of those clouds beauti-
full"
Dicky expressed his opinion of the
clouds and the surrounding country
with emphatic and somewhat pict-
uresque eloquence. Then he shot
forth another insistent query:
where did you get this blasted
car. 1t looks too new to be a rent
ed one"
1T is my own, my very own" I
returned proudly.
Dicky made a quick movement
toward me. think he haU meant
to seize my arm, and remembered
just in time that I was driving.
Even the movement made me lose
control long enough to let the car
swcrve rockingly to one side. But
| righted it quickly, apd the effort
enabled me to listen calmly TO the
astounding question which Dicky
next asked.
Look herep he said with black
fury. Did that pup, Grantland,
dare to teach you to driver"
Continued Tomorrow.)
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Eor Mon hrrnctod In r,,oL +.