The Pensacola journal. (Pensacola, Fla.) 1898-1985, 1920-06-03
Revelations
of a Wife
BY ADELE GARRISON.

Curiously enough, my first distinct
emotion after hearing Lillian Gale
calmly tell me that her husband fell
in love with every new face he saw
that he was attracted by me, and would
probably try to make love to me, was
resentment against my husband.
Why, / asked myself passionately,
had Dicky insisted upon my friendship
with these people? Suppose they were
his most intimate friends? I was his
wife and / had nothing whatever in
common with them. Knowing them as
well as he did, he must have known
Harry Underwood's propensities. He
must also have known the gossip that
connected his own name with Lillian's.
He should have guarded me from any
contact with them. l felt my anger
fuse to a white heat against both my
husband and Lillian.
An ugly suspicion crossed my mind.
Lillian Gales absolute calmness in the
fact of her husbands wayward affec-
tions was unique in my experience of
women. Was the secret of her indif-
ference, a lack of interest in her own
husband, an exces of concern in mine :?
Did she hope perhaps to gain ground
with Dicky with the development of
this situation? Was her warning to
me only part of cunningly construct
ed plan, whereby she would stimulate
my interest in Harry Underwood?
1t was ashamed of my thoughts even
as they came to me. Lillian Gale
seemed too big a woman, too frank
and honest of countenance for such
subterfuge. But could not help feel
ing all old distrust and dislike of the
woman rush over me. I had a strug-
gle to keep my voice from being tinged
with the dislike 1 felt as / answered
her:
Il am very sure you must be mis-
taken, Mrs. Underwood. Such a pos
sibility would be unspeakably annoy
ing. We will not consider it,
Il think you will find you will have
to consider it." she returned brusquely,
with a curious glance at me. But we
do not need to spoil our afternoon dis
cussing it. Isn't there something we
can do while we are waiting for those
onions? This bread ought not to be
cut until the filling is all ready to
spread between the slices"
Like an animated answer to her
question, Katie appeared at the door,
nuts? Heem dry like bone. You feex
now?"
81 will be there in minute, Katie"
to Mrs. Underwood.
Il have some almonds ready to brown
in the kitchen. But I really do not
need any assistance with them. Won't
you talk to Dicky while I do them"
II
child" she returned. You can't get
rid of me that easily. Dicky's no nov
city. I see him every day; you know
our studios are on the same floor. But
I'm not acquainted with you yet, and
rye made up my mind to make you
like me-"
THAT ought not to be hard to do" 1
replied, and felt myself fraud and a
cheat for the answer.
Il don't know about that" returned
Mrs. Underwood. The shrewd glance
that accompanied her words was an il
lustration to my mind. I realized that
this woman read my mind. / realized
that this woman read my dislike of her
my prejudice against her, as she
would read the pages of a book. She
did not press the subject farther, how
ever. to my intense relief but led the
way into the kitchen as if she were at
home.
Aren't you the ambitious lady,
though, to prepare your own sailed al
monds," she said as / lifted the towels
and she saw the rows of white nut
meats. Never mind, my dear, two
years from now you'll be buying them
at the corner delicatessen like the rest
of us. I can remember ages and ages
ago I did this same stunt. but / got
bravely over it. I am always glad to
be invited to the home of newly lived.
Brides are the only women ambitious
enough to do these things. and there is
no denying that the nuts you get at