Great Falls tribune., 1921-12-23
MY MARRIAGE
X1 PROBLEMS
Adele Garrison's
New Phase off,.
REVELATIONS
OF a WIFE
D,cky D,stovERs MADGE's
SECRET.

lucky stripped Tic WcG S1OCAAu6 - oiAA
Junior-of course, man-fashion, leav-
ing the soaked garments in heap
on the floor-and went into his bed
room.
MY little chap was SO adorable as he
stood roguishly smiling up at me, his
face and body all rosy, his curls wet
and rumpled, that I forgot my gown.
and gave him a hearty hug even as L
began rubbing him vigorously with the
bath towel I had brought while Dicky
was stripping him.
.'Let me do that" Lillian said,
taking the towel from me, while you
get his clothing"
I obeyed her sensible suggestion, and
had no sooner laid pumps, socks, un-
derwear and romper on the chair pc
side her than Dicky's voice sounded
from the next room in the imperative,
querulous demand had feared:
"Madge! Where are those gray
trousers? Have you been disturbing
my things? Yes, sir, you have. Well.
by the left ear of Adams off OK. II
this isn't the holy outside limit! Say,
! come across with those pants, pronto.
What the dickens did you do with
them?"
/ shot a dismayed though laughing
glance at Lillian, for / knew her quick
comprehension would see the connec-
tion between my announcement TO her
that | had been packing for the jour
ney home. and this disappearance Of
part of Dicky's wardrobe. And | saw
an answering smile on her face as L
made evasive answer to Dickys de-
mand.
"Why don't you put on your knicker-
bockers?"
Because they're in no shape to
wear after last nights crawling under
barbed wire fences and over stones" ;"
II don't mean that pair"
"You know ] wouldn't wear those to
dog fight. Tailor made 'em about
mile too big. Look here, what are
YOU trying to do, stall about those
gray trousers? What have you done
with 'em. traded 'em for teakettle to
the tin peddler
Dicky objects
There was a rising note of irrita-
ton in Dicky's voice which l recog-
nized. But / dreaded telling him the
truth. Not that I minded undoing the
package into which ! had packed them.
but I knew that fastidious Dicky
would not wear the trousers after
being thus rumpled. Lillian struck
into the conversation, giving me time
to think. ~.
chasing power of pants IN these later
DAYS. dear boy she called. Even if
there were a tin peddler left in the
world which | doubt. you would get
no teakettle for the niftiest trousers IN
oil the land. A coffee -strainer per-
haps, or pairing knife, or even
saucepan. if you threw n a neckte,
but teakettle! 1t is to laugh
1T is to murder!" Dicky growled,
'.as you two idiots will find out in about
two seconds more. Here! "hat 5
this? Well! I'll be"
What he would be, though | well
knew the familiar ending Of his sen
tence. was lost In the furious tearing
OF paper / knew that Dicky had dis
covered one of my parcelpost pack
ages which I had putt had thought
beyond discovery behind some books on
the topmost shelf in Dicky's room. |
waited nervously for the explosion |
knew was coming.
II might have known you'd begun
YOUR usual Internal packing stunt. To
my surprise Dicky's voice was only
mildly querulous, and | decided that by
some miraculous streak OF luck the
gray trousers were not so sumpled but
what they could be worn. | slgnalled
my belief to Lillian, and she rose, her
eyes giving me a mischievous answer
ing signal. .., =. !.
nocent chee-ild, loving wife nor
faithful friend,' she said. Come on,
Madge, let's take Junior to dinner,
leaving Dicky to follow when he's
trousered and in his right mind again.
A Telephone Cal!
I hesitated for second or two, Won
dering whether Dicky would resent my
going. But an answering below to
Lillian's taunt reassured me.
"Go on--get out" he Numbered, and,
laughing. we lost no time in obeying
him
Despite my own annoyance and dis
comfort [ was glad indeed of the incl
dent Just at this juncture, for the lit
tie skirmish with Dicky had brought
back the color to Lillian.s cheeks, and
had lessened the pain which | had seen
in her eyes As ! walked beside her
to the dining room | felt that her
nervous tension was relaxing.
Bess Dean and Robert Savarin with
tbe other guests were at the table
when we entered, and as Robert rose.
with his never-failing courtesy. l saw
that the kept his eyes carefully averted
from Lillian. But Marion's entrance a
few seconds later, with her usual i'm
petuous rush to his side. kept his de-
meanor from being noticed, and / never
talked so much nor so fast as [ did
in the few minutes preceding Dicky's
entrance. I knew that as soon as
Dicky came in he and Bess Dean, in
their usual laughing repartee, would
hold the attention Of the table.
But he had hardly been seated before
there was peal of the telephone, and
in another minute Mrs. Cosgrove an
nounced gravely:
Long distance calling you, Miss
Dean"
Next-The Long Distance Phone