The Pensacola journal. (Pensacola, Fla.) 1898-1985, 1921-09-04
REVELATIONS
OF A WIFE .
How Lillian and Her Child Came to
Madee's House and Met Robert
Savarin.
BY ADELE oARRisola.

How Lillian and Her Child Came to
Madse's House and Met Robert
Savarin.
"Oh, Auntie Madge! Auntie Madgel
is that nice man ewho paints such
splendid pictures here? Mother said
he would be-"
Marion Morton, Lillian's fairy-like
little daughter fairly tumbled out of
the taxicab into my arms, so excited
was she in her demand to see Robert
Savarin, the famous artist, who was
our house guest, and of whom her
mother evidently had told her.
Diclxy and had gone down the steps
of the veranda to meet Lillian, while
Robert savarin, who appeared to have
been overtaken with an attack of the
old painful shyness, stood back of us
in the shelter of the doorway. But
Marion's keen eyes spied him almost
at once.
isn't that him-I mean he?" she
asked in what she apparently meant to
be a whisper. but which was clearly
audible to all of US.
smiled invo1untarily at the child's
correction of the case Of the pronoun.
Lillian evidently had been strenuously
at work, for Marion's English when
she was restored to her mother was a
had taken care of her.
Lillian, descending more sedately
from the taxi with Dicky helping her,
heard her small daughters stage whis
per, and frowned reprovingly. Marion
paid no attention to the frown, for she
is a spoiled elf although a most Iowa
BILE one, but peering past me, smiled
engagingly at the artist.
Marions smile is something to re-
member. 1t is like her mothers sweet,
frank and infectious. It would have
drawn even more diffident man than
Robert Savarin from the shelter of the
doorway.
He came at once directly to her, and
STOPPING. grasped the eager little
hand she held out to him.
How do you do, Miss Marion?" he
said, as formally as if he were adj
dressing a grown up woman. Did I
hear you say you wished to see me?"
Eyes, I'm so glad you're here!" Mar |
ion caroned. Lots Of times when |
think I'm going to see people I've
heard about, they go away before I /
get there, and I was so afraid you /
wouldn't be here after all. VIII you 4
put me in a picture? My mother does
sometimes, but then they're not real
pictures, she says. just things you get
checks for"
"Marionl" Lillians voice held an
soJ. ~
IDENTIFY recognized for she checked her
But she still kept her
hand in that of the artist, and it was
standing thus that Robert Savarin
and Lillian Underwood met each 9TH
sr again.
1t was a moment tense with excite
nent for me. I knew that no one else
iid-that Lillian had never forgotten
he romantic alteration, the first girl
sh love she had secretly given the ar
list, and but a short time before Rob
.rt Savarin had unwittingly betrayed
o me the interest which must have
,een his for his little studio friend in
hat long ago time Why he had not
ried to win her then I had no idea,
tut that he had cared for her I was
cry sure. waited breathlessly to see
What these two, each ignorant of the
,ther's feelings. would say or do
But it. was a most commonplace
nd conventional meeting. as I. with
ny experience Of Lillian's poise. might
ave known it would be. As she spoke
Iarfon's name she advanced toward
he artist and held out her hand
7 cannot hope that You viii remem-
er me, Mr. Sayarin," she said bright
Y. abut 1 mean to recall myself to
on just the same. Do you remember