The Pensacola journal. (Pensacola, Fla.) 1898-1985, 1920-09-05
Revelations
OfO Wife
By ADELE GARRISON.

Why Dicky Said, ~ have a Confession
To Make, Madse.
What did your mother say to all
this?"
asked the question timorously
Dicky and I were seated in the COM
parative seclusion of a rear seat of a
sparsely- filed elevated train. I had
wished to put the query before, but
had hesitated fear' ng to rouse my
unpleasant discussion.
Dicky laughed shortly. We'll. of
: course she didn't go into raptures over
the affair." he said, but 1 think she
| learned a lesson. At least 1 endeav-
ored to help her learn one. I read her
| the riot act after you left"
oh! Dicky!" I protested, that was
hardly fair?"
L know it, he admitted shame
facedly. Il am afraid did rather take
it out on the matter when l found you
had really gone. But she deserved
a good deal of it You have done
everything in your power to make
things pleasant for her since she came,
and she has treated you about as shah
billy as Syas possible"
oh! not that bad. Dicky," I pro-
tested again, but 1 knew in my heart
that what he said was true. His
mother had treated me most unfairly.
1 Gould not help a little malicious
thrill Of pleasure that he had finally
resented it for me.
Just that bad. little Miss Forgive
ness" DiclCy returned, smiling at me
tenderly.
My heart leaped at the words. When
Dicky is in good humor he coins all
sorts Of tender names for me. l knew
that to Dicky our quarrel was as IL i'll
had never been.
/ I'll give you a pointed about mother.
Madge,' Dicky went on When you
see her act as if nothing had happened
at all, it's the only way 10 manage her
She can be most charming when she
wants to be, but every once in while
she takes one of those silent tan
trums, and there is no living with her
until she gets over it."
I didn't make any comment on this
speech. fearing to say the wrong thing.
Instead l asked a question.
Did she get any sleep at all?"
"Oh, yes" Dicky replied. she was
sound asleep when your cousin called,
1 felt as if my pulses had stopped
for moment before going on again.
It was the first time Dicky had made
the slightest reference to Jack since
our reconciliation in Mrs. Stewart |
little sitting room.
When 1 had covered his lips with
my hand, in protest against any rash
promises for the future, he evidently |
had thought the prohibition extended |
to any discussion Of the events Of the |
evening.
He had smothered me with caresses.
and assured me over and over again |
Of his love. Then he had hurried me I
away after the briefest OF farcwellst
to Mrs. Stewart, whose attitude to-
ward him was tinged with the aver /
sion she could not help feeling.
See you look after that girl OF !
yours little better" she said as |
she stood looking after US from the
doorway.
Thank you, I'll do that" Dicky had |
laughted back. gayIy lifting his hat
Then as the door closed behind her he
remarked banteringly: Your old
friend doesn't love me any better than
she used to-"
/ made no answer; there was none to
make, without telling fiat untruth,
for knew Mrs. Stewards opinion of
my husband.
But the casual reference to Jack
from Dicky's lips made my heart very
glad. He had never spoken Of my
brother-cousin before without a sheer.
I knew better than to refer to his
words, however. If DIcky wished to