Omaha daily bee., 1920-02-24
My HEART and
My HUSBAND
Adele Garrison's New Phase Of
Revelations
of q Wife
How Madge Brought Alice Hol
Combe Calmness.

door opened and she rushed down
the walk. Her surprise at seeing me
pilot the car evidently drove from
her mind for the moment the things
for which she had summoned me.
"Oh. what surprise! she ex-
claimed, her face and eyes showing
a trace OF the animation which had
been hers when | first knew her
and which she seemed to have ut.
terly lost since the tragedy which
had fallen athwart Kenneth Stock
bridges life. when did you learn
Is it your carr"
| countered with another ques-
ton. "Are you ready to go for a
cup of tea? III answer all questions
on the road"
Just let me get my coat" she
said. and without further parley
went back to the veranda, caught
up light pongee coat, slipped II
en- as she came back down the walk
and was in the car as she fastened
the last button.
! / noticed that she held a small
brown paper parcel fastened with
rubber bands, and that she carefully
transferred it from one hand to an.
other as she fastened her coat. She
held it tightly in her hands as she
sat by my side, and I didn't need to
nave a Sherlock Holmes brain to
deduce that the packet had some
thing to do with the reason for her
urgent wish to see me.
carefully avoided all reference
to it, however, and occupied the time
between our start and our arrival
at the secluded little tea room I had
picked out, with an account of my
motor experiences. | tried to make
them as humorous as / knew how,
judging that my friend would be
much the better for little distrac-
tion from the burden weighing upon
her, and was rewarded by an occa-
sional low laugh from her.
Overtaxed Nerves.
But when we had reached the little
tea room, which was in reality just
the "parlor" and tie small screened
veranda of a house owned by wild
owed gentlewoman who added to
her slender income by her knack OF
brewing delicious tea and baking
toothsome cakes, the hunted
strained look was still in evidence
upon her face.
"Are-you sure--we can talk safe
ly here?" she whispered, when the
hostess of the tea room had taken
| our order and departed.
where more safely?" | replied
encouragingly. "See-we are seated
in this farthest corner from the door
and there are no windows on this
side. There's no possible chance OF
anyone coming behind US withou,
seeing them, and we are screened
from the street. Besides, there is
almost always no one here at this
time. A half hour later the place will
be filled, but we must be gone be.
fore then"
"But I have some things to show
YOU" she protested.
| "That doesn't matter" / explained
patiently. "You need not bring them
out until after Mrs. Wynne has
served our tea and cakes. That will
be her last appearance unless Gus
toner comes in, and we shall have
ample notice of that as our seats
command a view of the only path
Come, dear, trust me and relax a
little. You are under a terrible ten
sion. You are going to snap like an
over-wound watch spring If you keep
this up"
What She Needed.
Her eyes filled with tears which
she winked back resolutely. But the
very sight of them alarmed me, for
Alice Holcombe and the weakness
of tears were two utterly incongru.
Gus things.
"I-I-know it." she said pitifully
"But-I-I--can't help It,"
Eyes, you can," made my voice
authoritatively unsympathetic, in
stinct telling me that she needed ;
firm hand more than anything else
you're going to let me take charge
of you for the next hour and / an
going to insist that you obey me alb
solutely. In the first place, let mi
put that packet into my bag. Thu
very handling of it Is making yo,
nervous. There" I took it from
her trembling fingers, slipped it int
my bag and hung the bag over m.
arm. at is perfectly safe. Nov
forget II until we have had our tea
I'm awfully thirsty. We had broilet
sausages for lunch in the woods to
day and I could dring any kind o
beverage. Did you ever broil sau
sages over a campfre?"
mo" she answered, evidentl,
speaking with difficulty, but making
brave effort to conquer her emo
| tons. "Tell me about il"
I strung out my account of ou
picnic luncheon and campfire -unti
! Mrs. Wynne came out with the te;
tray. l presided over the cups witt
a martinez eye upon my friend, see
| ing that she drank several cups o
the fragrant steaming beverage anc
ate her share of the cakes. With
| little inward glow of satisfaction,
| saw that while she was still agi
tated, yet she was in far better shap,
| to discuss the things which worried
| her than she had been before.
| When we had finished, and / hat
pushed the tea tray to one side,
opened my hand bag, gave her bacl
| the little packet and said quietly