The Pensacola journal. (Pensacola, Fla.) 1898-1985, 1922-12-18
New Revelations of
a Wife
BY ADELE GARRISON

.Nvhat Can Capt. orAntIand Mean by
Isa His Strange Message?
I@1Allian's face was even moro sober
Gan her voice. 1ntultively 1 knew
haAt while she admired the wonderful
avavery. the brilliant achievements
and the sterling character OF the
yowne army officer, in irnpersonal
Sashion, she strongly disapproved OF
tho schoolsirlish hero worship OF
which my attitude toward him had
lsaSorsd in the days following his
lspsctacular saving OF my life and
routing OF the gang OF enemy consptr-
lAtoSs at the inn.
Cant. Hugh Grantland on the
l'phone," l repeated namely enough
hut In truth Lillians announcement
Ter his name had come so closely upon
the heels OF my shame-faced retro
lspective thoughts as TO deprive me
lof even the semblanee OF thoughts.
Yes" she returned, still regarding
line with the same grave. intent look
II felt that she wished to convey a
warning to me. bus forbore to do so
TOR some unexplained reason.
| - al Shall Not see Him."
with A sudden decision I voiced a
traeolution which had come TO me
Aurink the seconds following her an
nouneement.
you need not worry. Lillian" l
said Soberly. Il shah not see him. "
H&r face cleared as il BY magic
kAs I passed her on my way to the tel
lAphone she swung me around and
kIssed me warmly.
"Mueh better so, dear girl" wAS
her only comment, but the Whispered
approval fortified me for the diff
leult lev moments I saw in front OF
Fos had a vivid recollection q
RtnS hst time had seen Hugh Grant
A1andl OF the midnight walk through
lthe wild roSe-scented woodland path,
which my enforced trip along the
pipe line" had compelled me to take
with him. and OF the dramatic, almost
4 mpassioned farewell he had uttered
bust before we came under the lights
81 the little country station. fam
lied n could feel yet the. burinE
touch OF his lips upon my hands
could hear his deep tones telling me
ahat he must see me once more be-
lore he left for the other side.
Swept by the power or his emotion
Ind an answering one in my own soul
which I didn't care probe, had given
him Liilian's address, had tacitly con-
aented to the farewell Interview he
evidently wished. And now, with the
of common sense and
the Utmost recesses OF my
soul, I realised that must so back
upon my Word. must deny this man
who had dared and had done so
much for me, the thing he had asked !
The telephone receiver wavered in |
my unsteady fingers and my shaking I!
knees were glad OF the chair by the |
aide OF Iiilian's pretty telephone |
stand, but fortunately I controlled my !
voice, and flatter myself not
trsnsr married the tones with which /
Efsetsd him.
capt, GrRntland?'
''MrB. Graham" he instantly re.
iPsndsd. and the deep tones OF his
,oies were anything but calm. And
hen for n long instant that seemed
n hour there was silence.
/ guessed that he was endeavoring II
o find words for something he wish
d to say, and for my own part I
ould not have uttered sound.
And yet realized with little throb
Z gratitude that my nervous tension
ras due only to the distaste nat
rally felt to breaking my word ana |
the ssnbibilitiAs OF 4 man
.. whom I was 50 indebted.' ThA
lsmour yhleh had surrounded t., ~.