Omaha daily bee. (Omaha [Neb.]) 187?-1922, 1920-01-02
My HEART and
My HUSBAND
Adele Garrison's New Phase OF
Revelations
of q Wife
The Odd Way Madge's Father Be-
gan His Chat.

| availed myself without delay OF
my mother-in-law's brusque permits
sion to bring Junior to her for his
morning bath while | talked to my
father.
1t was but the work of minute
or two to transfer my small son and
the paraphernalia of his bath to his
grandmother room. Then, leav-
ing Mother Graham radiant, Junior
riotously happy, I sped back to my
own room, and with a sudden i'm
pulse perched upon my fathers
knee, rumplil.g his hair-all silver
now, alas for the former debonar
"Quester" but still soft and abund-
ant.
He slipped an arm around me con-
vulsively, then sat very still. | stole
glance at him, and saw that his
face was working almost to the
point of tears. But when he spoke
at last his voice was quiet and con-
trolled.
DO you know, daughter" he said,
II have dreamed of your doing this
-rumpling MY hair-but you never
have happened to do it before
l had to pretend gayety to keep
my voice from tears.
"Well, if that's your idea of bliss
having your hair pulled" | ban
tered, Il can make you happy a.
any time! It's one of the best
things ! do"
| gave his hair a playful tug, then
with a fresh grip on my. poise,
sure knowledge that | would not be-
tray the remorse | felt at his I'M
conscious indictment of my neglect,
bent and kissed him. q
Now. sir, having been duly
rumpled, suppose we settle down ror
regular chat. What's on your
mind?"
1t was the verfest banal nonsense,
but | realized from the slight start
my father gave, that there was
something special about which nc
wished to speak to me, wondered
apprehensively if there was any
thing troubling him.
Are you completely recovered
from your accident?" he asked after
moment. Sure you are quite
strong Sagain" :, ,
Il never felt better in my life" (
assured him, not quite truthfully, for
nv nerves were still feeling the et-
feet of the fright | had undergone,
How do you feel about driving
carr" he asked hesitatingly. Does
the idea brighten you, or do yon
still want to try one!
His words took me so completely
by surprise that for long minute
did not answer him. | was busy
asking myself silently the same
question he had just put orally. The
desise to drive a car had been al
most an obsession with me, but eve,
since my accident it had been over.
shadowed by another vision. that o.
Major Grantland's powerful car
rushing toward me and my utter
helplessness to guide my own ma
chine out of danger.
The Whimsical Comment
But persistence in trying to do
ANYTHING ] like has always been
pronounced trait of mine, whether
a commendable one or not, l never
have been able to determine to my
own satisfaction, and | realized be-
fore my minute of introspection was
over that if only the opportunity OF
fered | should be more anxious to
learn to drive than ever | had been.
The very fact of my ignomnious
failure would spur ME on to prove
both to myself and to others that |
could achieve my ambition.
But not with Dicky! That ques-
ton was forever settled in my mind.
NV short experience under his tute-
lage had proved beyond all doubt
that | not only failed to receive any
benefit from his instruction, but that
his Impotence with my slowness, his
insistence that | could grasp the
rudiments of the art and put them
into practice almost without heslta-
ton, confused me so completely that
what ideas | did gather vanished
absolutely from my mind.
l did not dare to conjecture what
my fathers question might mean. 1t
opened too dazzling a possibility be-
fore my minds eye. | contented
myself with quietly stating the truth.
Il would rather learn to drive
car than do almost anything else in
the world" l said. But to tell you
the truth, father, l cannot learn with
Dicky teaching me. I don't know
why-I fancy it is my fault-but the
dav was with him 7 got 81 CON