Omaha daily bee., 1921-11-19
My Marriage
Problems
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Revelations of q Wife"
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The One Suggestion Dsss Dean
Had TO Make.

Ia Cosgfove 10 naturally the most
courteous OF men, but his wrath had
been stirred SO nightly by the ac-
ton OF the tall man at the roadside
inn, that he said bad words" stead
lily and methodically to himself Tor
whole minute after VIC had made
our dramatic rush from the inn
grounds. II was as artistic per-
Torrance as ever had heard. and
even my Puritan training was not
proof against il. Despite the stress
Of the moment, could not cavil At
Bess Dean for the appreciativc
ehuckling laugh which came TO her
lips as Mr.. Cosgrove paused for
breath on = particularly picturesque
imprcca,ion. II
"Oh, Pa Cosgrove" she gurgled.
If ! could only cuss like that I'd
be-
"Wba.whati" the big man stam-
\ mered. "Sayi ! clean forgot there
J were ladies present. sure beg your
pardon, Mrs, Graham-and-Miss
Dean"
Who Smith Is.
81 need no apology, Mr.. Cos
grove | made the words espe-
cially emphatic, because ! could not
turn my head to utter them. / was
obeying Dicky's instructions to
step on the gas and the machine
needed every atom OF my attention.
DO we turn at that next corner"
mo, keep on about quarter OF a
mile beyond the corner. You can
see Jake kerns' light when you get
few yards past the corner
who is the tall gent back there!"
drawled Dicky. "Thc one who ap-
DDpeared to be SO peeved at us?'
"Thc biggest no-good stiff in all
this seetion," Pa Cosgrove returned
emphatically. His name-the
name he gives up here--is Smith,
but III bet cooky there was a
sky or 'chdt' tackled on before he
changediit, He came up here about
1912, bought up nearly whole
mountain, built him great, big
house, and put up a lot of other
buildings. He put barbed wire,
miles OF it, all around his boundaries,
and had regular mystery place up
there. OF course, there was a lot
OF talk during the war, bound to be,
but either he was o. K. or had an
awful pull; anyway, he was never
investigated, and since the war
stopped he's got a lot of the men
around here on his pay roll in some
capacity or other, pays big wages,
and they don't dare say their souls
are their own.
Take that little restaurant man
back there, kronish, as nice and in
offensive little chap as ever lived.
But Smith owns his place, and let's
him have it at low rent-the fellows
a good landlord, and liberal to all
his help--and, OF course, Kronish
slides down the pole whenever
Smith rings the fire alarm. But
Smith don't own me, thank the
Lord, although he could make it
most awful unpleasant for US if he
keeps up this pose OF thinking we
had anything to do with that young
fsilow getting hurt But Ina not
!, going to crossthat bridge until we
come 10 it. There's Kerns' light
ROW, Mrs. Graham. Now every
peuy SoJ Sout PAoJSto . eiot tisS wv . |
there and can leave"
= do Stop Foolingr'
Bess Dean twisted herself in her |
seat as | stopped the car in front of
the kerns place, and Mr.. Cosgrove
leaped to the ground, running up
the path like : boy
rs he speaking the truth?" she
demanded of Dicky in low, worried
tones. will that tall man make
trouble for us, try to connect US
with that troopers injuries?"
"Im not a mind reader, little !
one" Dicky rejoined airily, so | |
cannot tell you what is passing |
through the massive bean Of the |
tall, mysterious stranger at the inn.
But this | know. and know full well,
that l do not like that particular DR..
Fell one little bit, and ! wouldn't |
mind a chance Of slapping his wrist !
gently and with discretion, Of
course, but still slapping it.
you know" Dicky went on, "old
Dad Cosgrove is pretty wise gink. |
Ii he's sized this Smith lad up as a |
trouble-maker he's probably right.
DA CSCh ~ yOu @tN put IA J0ii W |
night, sweet one, do not weep. |
shall brihe the jailer to give me the |
next cell, and provide me with un-
limited quantities OF chocolate al |
monds-your favorite CONNECTION,
you know-and either. The al |
monds | will slip through the bars |
to you, and the bars will play on
the either, tra-l2-la.
That Dicky was up to some mis- |
chief knew by this farrago of nom
sense and a certain infection in his
voice which only appears there |
when his gayety has something a
bit malicious in it.
- "Oh, do stop fooling and talk
sense minuteP Bess Dean fairly |
snapped the words at him, and !
made the mental comment that the |
man who married her might find an
able vixen concealed behind her ap- |
parently cool insouciant exterior.
what particular brand would
you like?" Dicky inquired with ex-
aggerated Difference. Analytical,
experimental, subjective, metaphysi-
cal-just indicate the tap you wish"
Il only wish the answer TO this
question: her voice had vicious
edge This physician. OF course,
has a machine here | can see il
over there. Why cannot Pa Co.'S
grove go back with him? Then we
could go back to the house where
we belong. This fishing trip is up |
20 the CoSurnrec apvuarr'