The Pensacola journal. (Pensacola, Fla.) 1898-1985, 1920-05-02
Revelations
of q Wife
Katie and DieIsy Have Met Before.
BY ADELE GARRISON.

that she was so InOuShLu IA eoo ~
keting problems and interested enousn
to go to the trouble OF marketing ner-
self. 1--WE will go together. WIN sho"
you where the shops are, then you can
on nv yourself other days ! need the
air anyway.
"That will be NICE" Katie beamed at
me.
| be ready in a moment.
I nut on my hat and coat and Katie
and / walked to the shops where
| traded. I saw at once that she was a
shrewd buyer. She saw faults where
would not have dreamed they existed.
and haggled over prices in way that
made me blush, even though ! knew
that she was doing it in my interest.
'These people, they charge you double
prices if you don't watch" she said
bluntly to me.
81 hope you won't believe that, Mrs.
Graham" The marketman came for
ward. Sometimes prices are quoted
| Incorrectly over the telephone. l am
sure you will find our prices as rea-
sonable as any other markets which
keep our high class of goods.
"See you keep 'em cheap, or no
trade with you.' This was Katie's
parting defiance as she picked up the
bundle of eatab1es and started home
ward.
I had a luxurious afternoon. Katie
in the kitchen sang softly over her
work some minor cadened Polish folk
song, and nestled deep in an arm
chair by the sunniest window, dipped
deep into the pages Of magazines and
newspapers which I had not read.
realized with a start that was out Of
touch with the doings Of the outside
world, something which had not hap
pened to me before for years, save in
the few awful days of my mothers last
illness. really must catch UP again.
Headache better, sweetheart? It
must be, or you wouldn't be able to
eead that horror" He closed the maya
zine playfully and drew me to my feet.
Il am perfectly well,' replied, land
have good news for you. We have a
maid, a trifle rough in her manner, but
one whom I think will be very good"
That's fine" Dicky said heartily.
I'D much rather come home to find
you comfortable reading than scorch-
ing your face and reddening your hands
In a Kitchen"
"Say Missis Graham!"
Katie came swiftly into the room, and
i heard an exclamation OF sul ~ .oe
from Dicky.
why, Katie, wherever did you come
from?''
But Katie, with a scream of fear, her
face white with terror, had backed into
the kitchen. I heard her opening the
door where she had put her hat and
cloak, then the slamming of the kitch-
en- door.
I looked at Dicky in amazement.
What did it all mean?
He caught up his hat and dashed to
the front door.
Quick, Madge." he called. Follow
her out the kitchen door as fast as
you can. I'll meet you at the servants
entrance! I wouldn't let her get away
for a hundred dollars!"
/ obeyed Dicky's instructions, but
with feeling of disgust creeping over
me. l have always hated a scene and
this performance savored too much Of
moving picture melodrama to suit me.
L hurried down the two flights of
stairs and on toward the servants en-
trance. was almost there when Katie
came flying back, almost into nv
arms.
You kind lady. I pay it all back. II
always have it with me. Don't let him
put me in prison. I work, work NV
fingers to the bone for you. If you
only not let him put me in prison."
Dicky came up behind us. AS she
saw him she shrank closer to me in a
pitiful. frightened way, and put out
both her hands as if to push him away.
Don't be frightened, Katie" he said.
Come to the house and tell me about
it."
Bring her into the living room and
get her quieted before I talk to her"
suggested Dicky, as he disappeared in
to his room after had got her up-
stairs.
Bewildered and displeased at this BIZ
zarre situation which had been thrust
upon me, I ushered Katie into the
living room and removed her hat and
coat. She trembled violently.
I went to the dining room and from
a decanter in the sideboard poured a
glass of wine and, bringing it back.
pressed it to her lips. She drank il.
and the color gradually came back to
her face and the twitching of her mus
cles lessened.
When she was caImer took her
hands in mine and, looking her full in
the face in the manner which I had
sometimes used to quiet an historical
pupil, I said slowly:
Listen to me, Katie. You are not
going to be put in prison. Mr.. Graham
will not harm you in the least. But he
wishes to talk to you, and you must
listen to what he has to say"
Her answer was to seize my hand
and cover it with fearful kisses. 1 de-
test any exhibition of emotion, and this
girls utter abandonment to whatever
grief or terror was hers irritated me.
But tried not to show my feelings. II
merely patted her head and said:
Come. Katie, you must stop this and
listen to Mr.. Graham"
Katie obediently wiped her eyes and
sat up very straight.
II am all right now" she said quiver-
ingly. He can come. tell him every
thing"
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