The Pensacola journal. (Pensacola, Fla.) 1898-1985, 1921-03-13
REVELATIONS
OF A WIFE
HN AHE NADPtcnM
Why the Changing of Two Bags Caus-
ed Oicky Deep Unhappiness.
BY ADELE GARRISON.

Why the Changing of Two Bags Caus-
ed Dic<y Deep Unhappiness.
] My worry over the possibility of get
| ting our travelling bag mixed with the
one so near like it, which the waiter
had carelessly placed next ours under
the serving table, spoiled my enjoy
ment of our luncheon. l was thorough
| ly provoked at myself for being so
disturbed, but the thought of having a
third clash with the owner of the other
bag, the middled-aged woman who al
ready twice scored Dicky roundly,
made me nervous.
| Dick on the contrary, was in high
good humor. Having relieved his irri-
tatiOn at me for my delay in the dress
| ing room by one Of his characteristic
, exposures of temper, and having out
witted in her rush for, a table the wo-
man who had rebuked him, Dicky felt
very much satisfied with himself, and
proceeded to prove himself a valiant
trencherman in his attack upon the
viands put before him.
When I had left the upper deck I
had been really hungry but Dickys
temper and my worry over the travel
ing bags effectually took away the zest
from my appetite. I ate what was put
DG1O4S me- DuI lOI any enjoyment Oh
the meal I might have been dining on
bread and water.
When 1 had finished and Diclly had
paid our check, with Il liberal tip, the
waiter brought a bag and handed it
to him. 1 did not get a good look at 1t
until we were almost out of the dining
room, and then, with a Mortified little
thrill, realized that the bag the wait
er had given Dicky, although almost
identical in appearance with ours was
still not the one we owned.
"Dicky!" gasped, "wait; that man
has given you tire wrong bag"
IF you say another word about this
bag" Dicky rejoined irritably. I'll
throw the blasted thing overheard. Do
you suppose 1 don't know my own
property when I see it?"
1 shut my lips tightly and walked on
after him, grimly repeating my former
resolve to say nothing, no matter what
happened.
AS we reached the lower corridor
on our way to the checkroom thought
1 heard the voice of the woman who
I knew owned the bag, in angry expos
tulation. but I did not tell Dicky of
my impression.
If the square jaw and thin lips Of
the woman whose appearance DICky so
disliked denoted anything, they surely
evidenced the ability Of the lady to
take care of herself and her possess
siOns.
I knew that before we left the boat
she would find us and get her proper
ty back. 1 did not relish the thought
of the encounter, but told myself that
Dicky certainly deserved any unpleas-
antness that might arise as a result
of his obstinacy.
We went back on the top deck again, |
but the beautiful scenery of the upper
Hudson had no more appeal for me. | |
might have been travelling on the sub
way for any notice I took of it.
Every faculty was keyed to receive
the first hint of the scene I knew was
inevitable. But as the steamer moved
majestically onward and. finally turn
ing, swept into the sma Her stream
upon which Kingston, our landing
place, is situated, my dread Of q scene
gave way to a fear that the woman
misht not find out her mistake after
all, and that through Dicky's obstiracy
our travelling bag and belongings might |
be lost to US.
This fear obsessed me ali through /
the hustle OF landing. Dicky had |
taken the bag and our suitcase from |
the checkroOm, and as I followed him !
meekly down the gangplank 1 was
miserable indeed.