The Pensacola journal. (Pensacola, Fla.) 1898-1985, 1921-08-31
REVELATIONS
OF A WIFE
BY ADELE GARRISON.

"Well, he's here. Wen be out on
the next train-gets to Marvin at 3
o'clock"
Dicky's voice betrayed a touch Of
excitement as it came over the tele-
| phone to me. Robert Savarin had
just arrived from his home in the Cat
skills to make us his long promised
| visit, and / knew that Dicky was like
an enthusiastic boy in his eagerness
to greet and entertain the famous ar
tist so long lost to the world, whom we
had so dramatically discovered in the
farmhouse of his sister in the Catskill
mountains, where we had gone for an
autumn sojourn.
Every well. I'll have something hot
for you when you get here" I prom
Used, and hung up the receiver, a little
stirred myself by the memories of the
thrilling experiences I had passed
through when last 1 had seen Robert
Savarin.
went to the kitchen to give the di-
rections to Katie for the something
hot" which should stay the traveller
until his dinner in the evening, and
even before reached the door / could
hear her grooming happily to herself.
Katie had been >bhssfully happy ever
since I had removed her hysterical
fear that she and Jim would be sent
away because their marriage was to
be blessed by the coming of child.
''You are sure you understand. "Ka-
tie?" asked, after had told her what
wished.
"oh, sure" Katie carolled. "Ven
you ring. den I hurry me into beeg
room, put dot table like a fence legs
before the fire"
"You mean gate-Iegged table, don't
you, Katie?" I asked smiling.
"Gate, fence, vot difference?" asked
Katie indifferentIy and went on witt
her rehearsal.
"Den I put me on dot lunch cloth
you told me, and dot little bowl VITA
red roses and put dishes and silver on.
den l make me qveeck to kitchen and
bring all dot stuff in dot wagon. Sup
pose stuff burn vile feex fence Ia
ble?" She looked up at me with one
of the old roguish glances which had
sometimes annoyed me in the past, but
which 1 was delighted to see upon her
face once more.
81 will help you with the table, so
that you'll have plenty of time to see
to everything,"J promised. and going
hack to the living room sat down in
big chair by the fireplace to give
final survey of the room.
Naturally I wished everything to be
looking at its best for the artistic eyes
of our famous visitor, but even despite
the ugliness of wallpaper and wood
work at Brennan's. which nothing
could hide. I felt that the atmosphere
of the room was one of quiet comfort
which ought to appeal to every man.
The Romantic Story.
The blazing logs in the fire place
dominated everything. and the hues of
the leaping flames were reflected in
the glowing red roses with which I
had filled bowls and vases in rather
couches were placed carelessly about
and made inviting with gay. sensible
cushions meant to be crushed, not rne
type which must be admired only. And
books and magazines were everywhere.
1T was distinctly living room, and I
dared to hope that it would appeal
to Robert Savarin.
/ suppose every hostess has some
guest for whose critical or admiring
eyes she puts forth her best efforts
in hospitality. I had entertained many
friends of Diclxy's since we were mar
ried, but I had~never welcomed one
with more genuine pleasure than 1 ex-
pected Robert Savarin. .
Robert Savarin! It was a name with
which to conjure. by mind Went
swiftly back to the romantic story Of
the man as Diclzy had told it to me
when we were walking along the
brookside near the Cosgrove farm.
An artist possessing the real genius
which is so rare, he had experienced