Omaha daily bee., 1920-02-14
My HEART and
My HUSBAND
Adele Garrison's New Phase Of
Revelations
of q Wife

crime following Dicky's account of
meeting Jack,
Slipping away at the first oppor-
tunity, while Lillian and my father
asked Dicky for the latest gossip
of the city from which neither
would ever be entirely weaned,
hurriedly penned a loving appeal,
rather a command to my little friend
to the effect that she and Jack
should come to us for the time in
tervening between the closing of
their place among the hills of New
Jersey and their departure for an
other state.
l knew that if it ;, were mailed
either in the evening or early the
following morning Katherine would
get it within "a hours. / also knew.
having had experience of her
promptness, that her reply would
reach me as quickly, and that I
would be able to meet Harriet
Braithwaite when I returned with
a definite answer as to my success
in bringing about the meeting which
she, in the same breath, so desired
and dreaded.
An Unexpected Call.
Mrs. Ticer solved the problem
of mailing the letter promptly. As
we were all sitting on the screened
veranda after our return from din
ner, silently admiring the wonder
full effect of the full moon upon the
waters of the bay stretched out be-
fore US, we heard the rattle of
wheels, and then from the winding
roadway behind the house came
Sam Ticer's reedy voice in a queru-
lous:
whoa there! Whoa, tell you'll
What air y'aimin' to do, take us out
for a swim?"
What the dew" Dicky began,
but Lillian's low peremptory voice
cut short the impatient words.
THE worthiest and most indis-
pensable OF folks come to make a
neighborly CALL" she murmured.
Life would have been insupport-
able without them. Climb down off |
your perch, Dicky bird, and mix
with the garden variety of fowl
awhile"
You and Madge always can man
age to collect the most outlandish"
he grumbled sulkily, but in low
voice.
l laid my hand on his-I was
cuddled close to him on the couch |
hammock-and whispered softly:
"Please, Dicky, be nice to them,
and agree to whatever | say tonight.
I'll make it up to you
l was confident in making the ap-
peal that it would be granted, for
Dicky was in a particularly apollo
getic mood, following his tempes-
tuous outbursts of the afternoon.
That it was an uanfair advantage to |
take Of his repentance we'll knew,
but I salved my conscience with the
reminder that Mrs. Ticer deserved
a far greater reward than cordial
welcome, or the acceptance of her
invitation to the cider making the
next day. l wondered apprehensive-
ly, however, whether Dicky's good
nature would be elastic enough to
assent graciously to the cider
scheme.
Tired But Happy.
AS it turned out, I need not have
feared. Dicky's sense of the pictur-
esque was captured from the first
entrance of the Ticer family-wizen-
ed, ferret-eyed Sam Ticer leading
the way, with his Amazonian wife
close behind him, and Jerry bring
ing up the rear, grinning.
1--WE though we'd come over and
set a spell and meet the skipper"
Sam Ticer said jovially, and Dicky
promptly put such good humored
cordiality into his conversation with
them that when they left they were
all evidently under the spell of "the
skipper's" personality. I had OBJ
served even in my short sojourn
among them that it is the custom of
the old seafaring people of the east
end of the island to refer to the
head of every household as "the
skipper" or "the captain" regardless
of whether he has anything to do
with the sea or not.
1t is never Dicky's way to do
anything half-heartedly, and he not
only accepted with apparent delight
the invitation to the cidermaking
of the next day, but when the NOR
row came it was hard to tell which
was the more delighted with ~the
various processes of the cider max
ing, he or Marion, who was literally
dancing with Joy during most of
the day. He picked up apples with
Jerry, helped Mrs. Ticer wash them
in big tubs, and under the tutelage
of the elder Ticer fed them into the
hopper, and following the grinding,
frightened the press and watched
with boyish delight the oozing forth
of the amber apple juice.
II don't know when I've had such
bully time," he declared 40 We
drove home, at the wheel, Dicky
beside me with Marion perched on
his lap, while Lillian and my father
guarded from breakage two large
jugs of sweet cider.
"And the best thing about it all
is that he really means it," Lillian
declared when we were talking
things over a little later. II must
confess had my qualms about this
affair when I knew that the Dicky-
bird was let in for it, but everything
has turned out beautifully. 1t is an
odd and enjoyable finale of our out
ing, for the next day or two will be
simply getting ready to go home.
Heigh ho!" she stretched her arms
above her head. Il wonder what's
waiting for US at homer"
1t was seemingly an idle speech,