The Pensacola journal. (Pensacola, Fla.) 1898-1985, 1921-07-19
REVELATIONS
OF A WIFE
~ ADELE GARRISON.
What Madse Found in Dicky's Chit
fonier and What She Feared.


I have learned TO pay respectful at
tention to these uncanny presentiments
Of mine. Almost invariably when one
Of them comes to me, some startling,
usually unpleasant experience follows.
But the Unconditional practical side of
ne which is always at war with the
mystical strain in my nature generally
forces me to disregard the warnings.
had a long mental struggle, how
sver, before l finally plucked up cour-
age to open the drawer. When had
done so tossed a little mocking laugh
toward my own superstition. The con-
tents of the drawer were most in
nocuous, discarded ties, clean and
soiled handkerchiefs jumbled together,
picture postal cards, which Dicky was
always receiying--it has Away
seemed to me that he knew more
travellers than anyone else--bills, let
ters with the names of various maya
zines on them. 1t was evidently
Dicky's junk drawer.
1 gathered the heterogeneous collec-
ton together, and dropped them as if
something, had stung me.
A Kodak picture stared up at me
with Dicky standing in a mock heroic
attitude against a studio background,
while two remarkably pretty girls
knelt in front of him with uplifted
faces which wore expressions evident
ly intended to be reverentiai, but
through which laughter struggled.
AS I picked up the Kodak picture
that had found in Dicky's chiffonier
drawer which I was clearing out for
the use Of the guest he was bringing
home with him. I noticed an inserip-
ton beneath the figures of Dicky and
the two pretty girls.
"Rescuer and rescued. Dicky- bird,
Edith and Leila. Presidents speech,
Madison Square Garden"
I drew in my breath sharply. At
my first glimpse of the Kodak print
had told myself that it was prob
ably some picture taken in the days
before Dicky met me and that the
only question that needed to trouble
me was, why he preserved the me-
niento?
But the sight of the inscription and
my consequent study of the pretty
aces turned up to my husbands
brought back most wildly TO my mind
one Of the most humiiiating expert
ances of my life.
Again frightened and almost unable
10 breathe from the pressure Of the
crowd around me. / stood by Dicky's
side in the mob surrounding Madison
Square Garden on the night of the
pre-election speech of the President of
he United States. I saw him nod re-
assuringly in answer TO the frightened
glances of two girls whom he evident
w knew and call out heartily:
'Don't get frightened I'll see you
through"
had contrasted his manner toward
The two girls, who were distinctly
pretty and Of the friliy clinging type,
helpless type, with the rude way in
which he had greeted my frightened
exclamation at the pushing of the
crowd but few moments before.
had thought that the cup of my hui
initiation was full then, but when a
little later Dfcky had dashed to the
rescue of one of the girls who had
been thrown from her feet and in do
ng so had become separated from me.
1eaving me alone in that awful mob.
learned what humiliation and terror
as well really mean.
I could hear again the shrek of one.
Of the girls, "Dicky. they're killing.
Edith"
SO this was Edith" whom Dicky had
rescued, and Leila, the one who knew
him Familiarity enough TO call him
.'Dicky" I knew, for Dicky had told
me when I had first seen the girls.
that they were art students from Vir-
ginia who had studio in the same
building which housed Dicl<y. He had
spoken Of them nonchaIantly. with al
most paternai air.
They're r F. v's and ali that sort
~ rot" he had said. Think they're
studying art. but they'n never amount
10 a hill OF beans a. it. Mighty nice