New Britain herald., 1921-08-02
HOLDING A HUSBAND Adele Garrison's New Phase of
 ReueZnfi0ns Of q Wife

. from her early training in Poland, 4 I'll bet two ginger cookies' Is MadSc Flustercd? His tone pointed his meaning un- mstakably, and while his ironic mood was unmistakably an innoc- uous and merry one, yet there was that in his infection which made me conscious of an undercurrent of seriousness, and rendered me dis tinctly uncomfortable.
 w had reached the street with ! the end of Dicky's sentence, and I. was wondering how best to answer him, when the consciousness of a duty undone freed me from the necessity of referring to his gibe at | all.
 "Oh, I must telephone the hospi- ! tai 7" I said hurriedly. And, what I do you think? Don't you think I l can wait till tomorrow afternoon to go over there? That first train will | be in by that time, and I shall be so fearfully busy before then.' Dicky laughed down at me quizzi- cally.
 Do you think, don't you think" he repeated. Whats the matter with the original sharkess on diction '. this morning? It can't be as she's Mustered.
 | I turned away abruptly that ! Dicky might not suspect how near the tears were to my eyes. But the next instant he was at my side, lay
 ing a compelling but unobtrusive finger on my arm.
 Go ahead. boil me in oil I dare lyou to I'll call the cop," he whis- pered, and of course, I laughed, my
 worried irritation vanishing at once.
 'I think you're right about the hospital he went on in his ordinary tones. They don't need you, and with Robert Savarin there they won't
 miss you. And Lils a sensible old scout. She knows how busy you are. Want me to get the number for you? It's hot in the booth this morning.
 Thank you so much,' I returned, knowing it would be useless to pro- test that it would be just as uncom- fortable in the booth for him. Where the small courteses and at tentions of life are concerned, Dic<y is the most royalty thoughtful and selfless man I have ever known.
 "You Are Right"
 Just ask for Miss Jones'" I said Then, while they're getting her on the wire I can take your place."
 Yes. maam.'' He tucked his head in another imitation of Jerry Ticer, which set me to laughing, and made me forget all my worries for the minute. And the next | was in the telephone booth waiting for Miss Jones's voice. When it came I Iasked after the patients welfare and !explained my errand. -. | She answered me queerly enough in the reverse order.
 There is no real need for your coming over," she said slowly, "and
 am sure it will be perfectly all fright. Marion is absolutely ab- lsorbed in her Uncle Robert, and is
 getting along beautifully, but, frank ly, I am puzzled and uneasy about her mother. She has not nearly SC i much vitality as she thinks, and she { seems to be undergoing some tre- lmendous mental strain. If it is any
 thing in which you could help hel
 think you ought to come over Ii : not, as I said before, there is nc | possible need for you to do so.'' ! "You are right in your diagnosis, I replied. But it is nothing 1T
 which could be of the slightest use But remember if you need me at an,
 time, spare no expense in sending a messen nger for me or telephone Dr Petit. He comes past the house
 and could probably get me there ' more quickly than anybody else Good bye"
 And as I hung up the receiver, L.
 that I could not help my friend Wa only too tragically true. Nobody bu S her own soul in communion with tn ' infinite could solve Lillian's lift
 problem.