The Pensacola journal. (Pensacola, Fla.) 1898-1985, 1920-06-17
Revelations
Ofn Wife
BY ADELE GARRISON.
A Quiet Hour at Home.

! A Quiet Hour at Home.
well, old girl, what sort of day did
you have?"
Dicky's voice came like a fresh
breeze through the stale air of closed
afternoon. The discourtesy and in
gratitude of the woman across the hall,
and my experience with Harry Under
wood on the omnibus had depressed
me.
l had sat pretending to read, but in
reality idly thinking ever since I had
come back from my unpleasant bus
ride. I had eaten no luncheon for we
had breakfasted so late, and this was
the first time I had seen Dicky since
morning.
"a perfectly horrid day. Dicky. Oh!
But I'm glad to see you."
/ chung to him as he kissed me. He
evidently read my need of his sympa-
thy for he picked me up and carried
me to our armchair. and sat down,
gathering me close to him, and smooth
ing my hair
Now tell me all about It," he said
Get it out of your system and you'll
feel better"
l had to decide swiftly how much I
should tell him of Harry Underwood's
annoying persistence in seeking my
society. / knew Dicky's unreasoning
childish jealousy. 1 did not wish to
arouse it If could possibly handle the
situation myself. made up my mind
to hold my tongue concerning his
friends ridiculous actions for a while,
at least,
You were right and was wrong
this morning about those people across
the hail." 1 began.
A Comforting Hour.
Why! what did they do? Were
they rude to your" Dicky bristled at
the mere idea of rudeness to me.
I'll tell you all about it, and you
can judge for yourself"
SO for the second time ratified off
the petty little story of the rudeness
or my neighbor across the hall.
by Jove!" Dicky calculated when I 1
had finished. II never heard ANYTHING
to equal that. We saved her baby's
life among us, and she considers it a
bore to meet you. Well I guess the
next nursemaid who rushes in here
with a dying infant will be told to
beat it to the nearest hospital"
could not help but smile at Dicky's !
Indignation and his way of expressing
It.
Tell me all about it. this minute.
There couldn't anything like that /
happen again. 1t is too strange an
occurrance to come more than once"
should hope So" Dickys tone was
still wrathful.
Let us forget all about it. I'm sure
never want to think about it again. !"
All right. What did you do when
you walked away like a tragedy
Iueen?"
Nearly walked into an automobile
and had my life saved by a police
man. 1 smiled at the recollection.
what. You're joking, Madge,"
indeed I'm not. but there wasn't any
LANCER. l think, even il the policeman
lid scold me-
he listened quietly until I had fin
shed, then took me by the shoulders
ma snook me playfully, yet the grip Of
us nands hurt me. But I did not
nind, LOT both the clasp OF his hands
ND MS scoiding words warmed my
cart with the message of love and
oncern for me they betrayed.
Don't ever. ever do such a thing,
gain. he said. What do you think
'oulo become or me If anything should
appen to you? I don't want to think
r talk of it, >
He shook his shoulders as If throw-
lg off the memory Of the occurance.
Il hope you had had a pleasant ride.
surely should have been a dandy toll
lake up for the rest of the morning"
I smiled grimly to myself at thel
ateful memory OF the ride. But III
lust not let Dicky suspect the truth.
The ride was well enough" I said
differently. Mr.. Underwood board