New Britain herald., 1920-11-06
LDING A HUSBAND Adele Garrison's New Phase of Revelations Of q Wfe

had seen enough of her relations 10 hor townspeople to know that she had hosts of old friends. She did not need to call upon new ones for any favor.
 This impression became a certainty as I watched her wheelchatr weaving in an out among the people seated in her little tea room. That she was not pitiod. but was rCvcred and actually beloved by her noighbors and custom CTS, | could sec bS the tender glanceB which were given her and by the in- tonations of Inc voices which greeted hes.
 The aroma Of the tea distilled by Betty Kane's quantity figured brown teapot was no more delicate and frag- rant than tho mental atmosphere of tho little room. It was as unlike the or dinary place where ono drops in for tea us could we'll be imagined. Surely. outside the pages of "Cranford," I re- fccted whimsically. there could not be found such another collection of prim. faded gentlewomcn Of an age that had long ceased to be uncertain, and more or less wheezy old gentlemen. trying hard to be gallant under the handi- cap of incipiont asthma.
 Hctty kanc's Way.
 Nor could the question of vulgar payment for the tea and cakes have been more ingcniously concealed hy the Crnnforditcs than it was by the patrons Of Betty Kane. Evidently each understood the price of tho food of- fcred, for none asked.and think each person had brought. tho exact change concealed in a glove or q handkerchief At any rate, I saw no money transaction whatsoever. But ns each man or woman finisht q tea, ho or she approached Betty Kane as one would take farewell Of a gracious hos tess at an afternoon furctioa, and shook her hand.
 was mornlly certain flat with each handshakc there was left in her palm tho puymdnt duo fer tne tea and cakes, and yet as far as my vision was con ccrncd. l could sec no sdch transfer. Hut oftcr each handshako [ saw tho crippled womau's hand 20 unobtru- sivcly into n brightly colored crctonnc knitting bag which hung upon her whCelchair. and was sure that fl was In thas~ receptacle sho concealed the coin which. if exhibited. would make her little room place of commerce instead Of the place of pretty homo "afteruoon."
 When the last "guest'-T saw that sho considered each customer that had gone, sho turned to me with n wistful smile curvinE tho lips. that must in her soung girlhood have been rarely beautiful.
 The Mysterious Chauffeur. Please don't think that I expect vt rangers to do that" she said. recog- nizing with her intuitive courtesy my unspoken query. But it pleases my old friends to pretend that I am sim ply entertaining them the way-I would love to do--if could afford 1t and cannot deny that it pleases mo also"
 Tt would please mo greatly if you would let me pretend fin the same way whenever I come.' returned earnestly. and was surprised and touched to see tho quick tears spring to her dark eS-es.
 You're real and you're rare." she said simply. but with an intonation that made mo feel as if | had re- ceived an accoiude.
 The aext moment she had wiped her eyes briskly. wheeled her chair | close to mine
 There is some one in my kitchen | who is waiting to sec you" sine said "He says it Is imperative. Will you I como now?''
 Him" I repeated the pronoun to | myself fearfully, with a sudden flash | ing prcmolItion of the person I would | see in another moment. And when I had reached Betty Kanfs spotIess kitchen, l knew that my premonition was justified.
 For. lounging against the door, | twirling his cap nervously, was the | driver of the mysterious closed car rinRei