The Pensacola journal. (Pensacola, Fla.) 1898-1985, 1920-09-06
Revelations
ola Wife
How Madse Game Home"
BY ADELE GARRISON

tradict him. If 1 were like most wo
women 1 would have protested at
once that he was doing himself an in
justice and that what he said was I'M
true. l would have believed what I
said, too, for I think with most wo-
men love is indeed blind.
But, unfortunately, I think, for my
happiness, my head and heart have
never been in accord. With all the
strength of my emotion I worship my
husband. But my brain remorseless-
ly tells me that he is not and never
will be the man my brother cousin is.
Perhaps that is one reason 1 adore
the one and feel only a sisterly affec-
ton for the other.
However, this insight of mine was
no excuse for my wounding Dicky's
feelings. I had said simply: But I
love YOU" in answer to his half
question. I could see clearly if I ever
expected to make Dicky happy 1 would
have to learn to tell an untruth grace
fully or at least to stretch the truth.
He was silent the rest of the way
home. 1t was not one of his angry
moods, but a hurt depression that filled
me with remorse.
I longed for an opportunity to atone
for my taCtlessness, but found no
chance for even the veriest common
places in the trip on the subway from
Brooklyn bridge to Twenty eighth
street.
A Very Quiet Entrance.
AS we walked the short distance
from the subway station to our apart
ment, Dicky chartered briskly of ev-
erything and nothing. I saw that eth
er he had recovered from his annoy
ance or else had determined to hide
it.
Lucky have my latch key" he
said, as We mounted the stairs to our
apartment. IF we ring the bell I
suppose Katie will stage her welcome
of the prodigal in the hall here"
I smiled at his nonsense, but the
thought of the girl waiting for me
in my little kitchen touched me deep
ly.
L knew that Katie's devotion was
ephemera1, that a little unusual strict
ness on my part, a few cross words,
would transform her affection into
dislike. but, nevertheless. the fact that
she was waiting for me, worrying
about me, warmed my heart.
There are few enough people in the !
world who care about me. l can count
them on the fingers of one hand
Dicky, Jack. Mrs. Stewart, one or two
comrades of my teaching days-these
are all. For this reason, | suppose, |
Katie's whole-souled, warm hearted
admiration has been unusually pleas
ant to me.
Dicky opened the door very softly,
but Katie heard the sound. She evil
IDENTIFY had been waiting just inside
the Kitchen door, for as we entered
the room she sprang forward
ooh! my Misses Graham, my dear
Missis Graham" she whispered with
a furtive glance over her shoulder at
the door of the room which sheltered
Dickys mother. Evidently my moth
er-in-law had put fear into Katie's
soul. 81 so glad you COON. I cry
me eyes out. thinking maybe you never
COON back"
Katie. you're a brick"
She seized my hand and kissed it,
and I felt her tears upon it. The girl
had really been weeping, as she said.
Her eyes We're red and her face slight
ly swollen.
There, there. Katie" said sooth-
.ngly, stroking her hair. Everything
is all right now. I'm home to stay"
She raised her head her eyes brim- |
ming with tears.
"And you not let do old vomans
send me away from you?" she whis |.
pered, with a malevolent glance at the |
closed door of my mother in laws |
ROOM Dicky had gone to our room |
and fortunately did not hear her.
mo, Katie" I answered, but you |
must not speak in that way of Mr.. |
Graham's mother"
''All right, I remember" replied |
Katie changing from tears to smiles |
as is her wont. But, Misses Graham. /
you COON out in the dining room pref /
ty queeck, I feex you nice supper, you /
and Meester Graham"
'That's the stuff, Katie said DiCky |
warmly from just behind us. He had |
come so quietly into the room that we
had not heard him until he spoke.
"I am as hungry as a bear" he
continued, and I guess you could rel
Ish a little something, eh, Madge?'
Perhaps" I smiller back at him.f
In reality 1 was dismayed. | had
eaten practically nothing of the din
ieI WHICH ildO pidLlIltu with ~ iAlbNA
care for my mother in law, and so, at
Mrs. Stewards home I had been al
most faint for lack of food. and upon
her insistence had eaten a fairly good
meal. in spiteAof my misery. 1 felt
as if anything more would choke me.
But put on a brave face, and after
taking off my things joined DiCky in
he dining room.
Katie evidently had determined to
make a festival of my return. She had
aiken the flowers which l had bought
n honor of my mother-in law from
he living room and added them to
hose already on the dining room ia
Die. The electric toaster was in its
place. a tempting green salad stood at
ny plate ready for serving, and Ka-
lie hurried in with a steaming covered
iish, on opening which Dicky shout
ID:
'Scalloped oysters. by GEORGE" he
exclaimed. Katie you're brick. And
what's the other dish?" as Katie set
mother dish before him. Baked pota-