The Pensacola journal. (Pensacola, Fla.) 1898-1985, 1921-12-21
>REVELATIONS
OF A WIFE
BY ApELE cARRlsoN.
81 ADELE GAARisois.
Does Or. Petit Know something About
picIy That Madge Doesn't Know?


Does Or. Petit Know sonething About
pieky That Madse Doesn't Know?
I wonder if you will ever understand
what this kindness of your means to
me?"
The words. the first beyond the
merest comonplaces which DR.. Petit
had uttered since we sat down to the
farewell luncheon we were eating at
the table in the unobtrusive aIcove at
the end OF the main dining room at
Ristori's, were tense with represseA
feeling. They rushed from his lips as
II they We're sentient things long lock-
ed up and eager to be free.
There was something about them
that disturbed me, made me wonder
whether after all ! had done the wise
thing in yielding to the force Of cir
Icumstances and remaining in the al
cove, to which. the head waters mis-
/ take had assigned rs, instead OF to the
table ir the public grill which Or. Petit
had ordered.
I knew-cou1d not help Knowing
that the man on the other side OF the
table cared for me- In fact he had
given me to understand that his hope
less feeling for me was the reason why
he was resigning his practice in the
city and accepting the very splendid
offer which had been made him in
South America. But had no desire and
certainly not the least shadow OF right
to listen to any more protestations
from him.
I acquitted him OF any reconciliation
in the words which / feared were on
his lips as I exhonerated him of the
suspicion had entertained for a mo-,
ment that he had planned to arrange
our luncheon in this quiet corner, but
eyes less concerned than mine could
have seen that the mans iron self-re-
preston was failing him.
T scored myself freely for. consenting
to this farewell luncheon, forgetting
for the moment the real reason for my.
presence there. Then I remembered
that had come in the face or Dicky's
prohibition, the certainty of his anger,
to say good-by to DR.. Petit and to ask
him if possible to aid my father. who
was surrounded by some terribEe, nys-
terious danger in the very country to
which the young physician was going
seized upon the topic as a safeguard,
introduced it c1umsily, as l would have
held UP a shield in battle.
1T isn't my kindness that we are go
iEg to talk about but yours" / said
hastily win you let me tell you about
my father in South American"
"Your father?D he repeated. bewil-
dered and 1 remembered that he knew
nothing OF my fathers romantic quest |
for me, or Of his identity as Robert
Gordon.
It's quite a long story" I returned, /
and Immediately plunged into the mar !
ratiYe, resolved IL possible to fix his at
tention upon it, to the exclusion of any
other thought. I told him my fathers |
whole story from the beginning, going
back even to that long ago day in my
babyhood when my father had run
away from my mother and me- taking |
with him in his flight my mothers
best friend. I showed him the raneor !
which had 81 long cherished against
my unknown father, and of my moth !
er's request that If he ever came into
my life I should forgive him and give
him daughterly affection
"Ah, now I see where your divine, |
mistaken patience and forgiveness
come FROM" DIR. Petit intersposed, |
much TO my bewilderment.
Divine, mistaken patience and for
giveness what could the man mean? |
I knew that I possessed no such quail