The Pensacola journal. (Pensacola, Fla.) 1898-1985, 1920-09-17
Revelations
of o. Wife
How Dicky's Mother Lectured.
By AOELE GARRISON.

TOW DICky mOtneF LeCtuTe0s
When 1 could no longer see the Sa-
| turn as she churned her way out to
sea, I turned around quickly with a
| sence of guilt at having ignored my
| mother laws presence.
But she was nowhere to be seen. I
looked around wildly. There were few
people walking along the sea wall, and
none of them was the elder MIS-. Gra-
ham.
My anxiety was a good counter
irritant for the misery of a few mo-
ments before, when I had watched the
Saturn starting on it's way across the
ocean to battle-swept France. knew
the ship held my brother-cOusin, Jack,
and L had forgotten everything else.
Where had she gone? She did not
know the city. She would, therefore
hardly have gone into the subway en-
trance, or climbed the elevated stairs
My common sense began to assert itself
again. Of course she must have gone
into the Aquarium. 1t was the only
logical solution of her absence.
L hurried on to the old Castle Gar
den, ready to be quite abject in my
apologies. ! realized that it had been
a most objectionable thing in me to
keep my husbands mother standing in
the cold while 1 gazed seward after
a ship holding any man, even one as
near and dear as my Cousin Jack had
always been to me.
I do not knsM what I expected
reproaches, perhaps an angry demand
to be taken home at once. But the
elder Mrs. Graham is a pastmistress
in the art of dominating a situation.
She was standing near the door of
the Aquarium as l entered, and really
made a striking figure of well-br
dignity. Utterly oblivious of the Gu
rious glance of the other visitors, she
stood calmly looking through her lorg-
nette at the walls of the Aquarium,
the cases that lined them, and the peo-
pie that walked past her, bestowing the
same impersonal gaze upon all.
A Cold Reproof.
I hurried up to her, but she turned
away as came, pretending not to have
seen me. I smiled involuntarily as she
did so, recognizing the adroitness with
which she compelled me to be'the first
to speak.
L am so sorry NJ RS. Graham" 1 said
breathlessly. I did not hear you go
away at all. Why did you not speak
to me?'
She turned slowly and surveyed me
with her lorgnette. 1t was not an an
cry look, not even a disappearing one
but there was something in its cool
disdain that made me feel almost like
an insect.
4 did speak to you, twice" she said.
1T really did not seem worth while TO
try it again"
"Oh. Mrs. Graham!'' cried in shock
ed protest.
'Tt.reaIly doesn't matter in the least.
she said indifferently. and her tones
dispatches me to oblivion. we will !
walk on now"
Her words and tone were exactly |
what she would have used 20 a servant |
I flushed resentlyfuIly, but L realized |
that I deserved some sort of punish |
ment, so I said nothing, but turned |
and walked by her side
Her quickness of thought and her
pride compelled my admiration. She
must have known something Of the
events of the day before, she must |
have realized that it was the presence
of Jack on board the Saturn to which
my utter forgetfuiness of her presence
was due But she would not acknowI-
edge by word or look the fact that