The Pensacola journal. (Pensacola, Fla.) 1898-1985, 1921-07-06
REVELATIONS
OF A WIFE
RY ADELE GARRISON.
Why Madse Envies Katie's Primitive
Methods of Dealing With Her
Marital Problems.

Dicky looked up at me sullxily as
brought not one but two water bags
to the bedside and put them against
his back at the spot where he indi-
Gated the pain was worst.
Il suppose you're satisfied now" he
grumbled, evidently referring to my
plea few minutes before that he al
low me to apply them. Now that
suppose the blasted things will do any
good, but I might as well try some-
thing.
He turned over with his face against
the wall and / shifted the bags again,
toward the door.
Where are you going Dicky de-
manded.
Back to my room"
Huh! Care lot about my being
sick, don't you? Well, get along to
your book. 1 suppose you've got
your nose stuck in one"
Long experience with Dicky has
taught me the futility Of replying when
he is in a disagreeable mood, as
said nothing, but drew low rocker
to his bed side and sat down.
He made no further comment than
a sort of half rowl, half grunt, and
lay still without grooming for several
minutes. suspected that the warmth
from the hot water bags was relieving
his pain somewhat, but, of course,
said nothing about it.
His next move was to throw off the
coverings and attempt to rise. He
sank back instantly, however, with a
groan ande demanded savagely:
81 thought you were going to take
my temperature"
As I went to my room to get my
clinical thermometer I could not sup
press a smile at the remembrance of
gestion of taking his temperature just
a little while before. Irritation at his
discourtesy was changing into amuse-
ment at his ridiculous actions. After
all, this husband of mine was only a
sullxy. spoiled child.
/ washed the thermometer off and |
shook it down before went back into |
the room, for knew that any delay |
would only inflame Dicky's raw
nerves. As I passed 1t above him he
snarled irritably:
ooh, take that solemn, would he
professional look off your face. You
are neither a nurse nor a doctor, you /
know, but anybodyd think you were /
dean of a college of surgeons to look
at you"
Never mind nay looks" I retortsd
gayly, smiling as cheerfully as 1 could
under your tongue, close your lips up
on it, and don't speak until I take 1t
out"
"You Haven't Any"
Dicky opened his lips, evidently for
another diatribe. but 1 deity inserted
the thermometer between them, closed
them with the fingers OF my other
hand, and stood smiling down at his
angry eyes. At the end of two min
utes removed it, and scrutinizing il,
for to my relief that his temperature
was perfectly normal
Weir Dieky tried hard TO make
his tone nonchalent, but I detected
the anxiety beneath, how high is ito"
'.You haven't any" returned, with
Just a trifle Of malice. for I realized !;
that by this time he was fancying
himself very III indeed.
Haven't any! You rcust have a fine
thermometer there, or else you don't
know how to read it. Give it here"
I handed ii over and Dicky loked ct
t carefully. I knew that he was exas-
oerated to find that 1 had read 1t
but / did not expect that
his bad temper would lead him to dash
he little instrument TO the floor,
where It shattered into tiny pieces.
Get a correct one" he growled.
that things no good."
And for heavens sake don't stand