New Britain herald., 1921-05-31
DLDING A HUSBAND
 deQe Garrison's New Phase of Revelations Of q Wife

strangely helped me to gain control of my anger and my voice.
 Hello. Edith T" managed to mako my voice careless. Don't you know mo? his is Madgc, and I must talk 10 Dicky as soon as pos- sihle. So if you can hurry his lag Eing footsteps I shall be most grate- fui.''
 Conflicting Emotions.
 "oh. MadGc !" Her voice was gen. uine enough In it's surprise. but | could not get over the feeling that she was pretending. How stupid of me not to know you I'll get Dicl<y ut once. He's just gone down the hall 10 Cravcn's studio. WhercS arc you talking from? Sag Harbor? Why 1. Dicky thinks. I'm sure. that you're on your way in. He wired you yesterday. He's been ragging around all morning because he didn't get an answer from you"
 Not a word of explanation of her being in tho studio: instead, n subtle rcproach because [ had not answered my husband's message. If she had been Dicky's sister she could not have appeared more at ease. Of course. I realized with tho common sense half Of my brain that it was the only possible attitude for her to take. whether or not her presence in tho studio was accidental or premedi- tated. Any offered explanation would he an admission that she was con- scious of the need for an explana- ton.
 "I received his wire about half an hour ago." I explained. resisting the impulse to mako my voice curt. "So. of course. l cannot meet the folks as he wished. But I am coming in on the next train, and must talk to him first"
 Hold the wire, please" shc TO- piled with a tinge of curtness in her voice.
 She evidently resented my re- peatcd hint that wished no delay in talking 10 Dicky. I heard the tap uf her high heels down the corridor. had n queer. morbid fancy that they were dancing on my heart. and looked through tho door of the telephone booth to see Lillian gazing at me with a look of pity in her eyes. knew that though I had been able to con- trol my voice when had heard that of Edith Fairfax. my face must have betrayed the tenseness of my emo ton to so close and loving an ob- server or me nS Islllian.
 Madge Wins Control.
 That she had not intended mo. 10 sec her compassion I knew by the swIftness with which the expression of her eyes changed when they met mine. or course she had heard every word. have such n horror of the close air of n telephone booth that I rarely close tho door tightly. and Lillian stood just outside it. But there was no hint of her knowl- edge in her voice or manner as she spoke to me.
 "Can you get him 2:f she asked, casually.
 Hen be here in a minute" I re- piled. with equal nonchalance. Edith has gone to call him.
 The little coiloauy. with Lillian's patent effort to ignore my emotion, turiously enough boistered my cour- nge to tho point--which. incidentally I had been afraid I could not reach where I was able to reply cheerily. and with every appearance of com posture. to Dicky's excited voice l when Inc reached the telephone.
 For the love of Mike! Where are you9" hn demanded. "Why didn't you come fin this morning?'' So Edith had told him nothing but | tho bare fact that I was at the telc- | phone. I explained the non-arrival of the telegram. and announced my | intention of coming in on the after noon train.
 | What do you want to do that | for?" Dicky queried grossly. ''All I wanted you for was to them them | on out there on this o'clock train. suppose I'll have to do 1t myself now. Have you got house yet? If you have. why couldn't we stay there tonight? You could rustic in enough | furniture from some firm. Mother | wires that she saw in tho papers | there was case or two of scarlet | fever in New York. so she says we | loaya tho sf fiou but r-o p