New Britain herald., 1921-10-18
MY MARRIAGE PROBLEMS
  REVELATIONS OF A WIFE

hers IS a command to me. Any grati- tude you may feel is her due, not mine.''
 His tone had finality that I think penetrated even the thick coating of self-conceit which was Eleanor Run- dies. I saw her bite her lips sav- agely, then she achieved a light little laugh. ..-.t-.- A<
 "Oh, that's Lil's specialtyp' she said carelessly. The trick of evoking gratitude along her trail And of course, old girl, I am tremendously obliged and all that. Do come to see me, all of you,' she included me with a half-contemptuous flicker of her eyelids, And I know you're, in a tremendaHs hurry, so I'll run along.''
 She Blew us a kiss as she turned and walked swiftly back to the door of the art gallery. Robert Savarin proffered his hand to Lillian to help her into the car.
 'That saffron chap on. the; front steps unconsciously gave me the only possible comment upon his perform ance" He said Pearls before swine your aid to her is," and then in a whisper which carried further than he knew, I heard him add:
 '-Dear heart, you must not spend yourself so for others.'
 Utterly Exhausted.
 I saw her face brighten at-the whis- pered words, and I was as glad at the sight as I could be for the indig- nation which was mine against the rudeness, the callous taking for grant ed of Lillian's compassion, which Mrs. Bundle had exhibited. And I knew ', Dol ,,,c tistic instincts could not regret the recognition he had obtained for Flea nor Bundles work, yet he bitterly
 resented her cavalier behaviour to the woman he adored
 That the incident had cast shadow over our little trip I saw only too clearly, so I cast about for something which would divert them. Remem- bering a bana1, oft-quoted sentence, drawled it nasally. 7, Well, the more I see of Art, the | better I love Nachoor!" I tried to give it the appropriate pronunciation | and was rewarded by a chuckle from | Revert Savarin swift smile iron, Lillian.
 | 'sAin't Nachoor wonderful, any | way?" she countered, in her own in- | imitab1e drawl, and then we all laugh | ed heartily, as people under a strain {! invariably do at the silliest things, and | I knew that the tension had lessened, 1! and that Mrs. Bundle had been rele- gated to her proper negligible place | in Lillian's memories. -. r@ .s- P l We drove on through the beauty | that is the Hudson river valley to his I toric Palenville, inquiring the way to the foot of tho mountaina at which
 we expected to meet Dicky, Bess Dean and one of the twin Cosgroye boys. | But we were evidently too early, for l tI,vre was no sign of them when we ! drew up at the beginning of the road | winding up the mountain: Robert
 savarin turned off the switch and for ten minutes we sat quietly enjoying | the contrast between tho tranquil cul- | tivated fields of the country around | us and the glimpse of wild. almost | primeva1 undergrowth the mountain | road afforded
 And then we uttered a simultaneous | exclamation of apprehension and dis
 may, for around the curve in tho
 mountain road there suddenly appear
 ed two men, Dicky and Ted Cos
 grove, supporting between them, al-
 most carrying, a tottering, swaying, | apparently exhausted woman whom I had hard work to recognize as Bess Dean