Great Falls tribune. [volume] (Great Falls, Mont.) 1921-current, 1922-05-12
MY MARRIAGE
Adele Garrison's
New Phase off,.
REVELATION
OF WIFE
THE WAY MOTHER GRAHAM
MADE HER APPEARANCE

tits a crime to disturb you" Lii
lisn said softly. as she smiled down at
me. Marion. sound asleep, was cuddled
against my shoulder, and, indeed, l was
not far from slumber myself. despite
the fright and excitement l had just
undergone.
With infinite care we moved the cur
ly head from my shoulder to the pill
low. Then, with Lillian's hand aiding
me, l slipped from the bed without
disturbing Marion's slumber. / waited
until we were out Of the room before
answering her regretful little speech.
ITS a crime for me to be so near
Sleep" | answered, when you are so
troubled, but I'll defy anybody to Groom
The House That Jack Built very
long without DOING"
5 that's the way you put her to
Sleep Lillian commented. Its al
ways sure fire, isn't it? Pity We can't
work it on your mother-in-law."
w were at the stairs by this time,
well out of earshot, but Lillian spoke
in as subdued a whisper As though
elbow. And ever after we reached the
kitchen. to which, a little TO my sur
prise, Lillian led the way, she kept her
voice to a murlnur.
What will you take to make a pot
OF your unparalleled coffee?' she ask
ed. peering with practiced housewifely
air into the kitchen stove, after she
had softly closed the door leading to
the dining room. Il see Katie pru-
IDENTIFY has her wood fire all laid for
breakfast. but it won't hurt her to
build it again, and l simply shall lie
down in the corner and pass out to
slow music it l don't have a cup of
coffee soon"
You never knew me to refuse one,
did you" l asked, taking down the
percolator as she applied a match to
the shavings in the stove. But | warn
you that closed door won't keep the
aroma of this from Mother Graham's
nOstrils. If every keyhole and crack
in the house were stopped up, she'd
smell coffee brewing, and want a cup.
III put in enough for her"
Madge Is A%pprehensive
'Of course. Make a pot while you're
about it, for we shall have a guest
with us in d few minutes. There, that
fire is all right. Now I'll interview
the refrigerator and the pantry, and
see what sort of snack | can rout out
for a hungry man"
| turned from the coffee grinder and
stared at her in amazement.
Tom Chester will be here in a few
minutes she said. THAT is. he will
be if my bunch as to Smiths probable
homeward course holds true. And he'll
be hungry, of course. / never knew a
youth his age who wasn't. And prac-
tically ever returned soldiers a coffee
fiend, so get busy"
turned TO the coffee grinder again.
finished that task, prepared the coffee
and set it over the blaze before I
spoke. There was still fresh in nv
mind the memory of Tom Chester's
last visit to the house. and Mother
Graham's caustic and insulting COM
ment thereon. What might not nv
mother-is-law take it into her head
to say or do?
She had confined her remarks to nv
ears upon the first occasion. but I had
no assurance that she would not ex-
press her disapproval of his presence
in the house before Lillian, or even be-
fore Tom Chester himself. At the
bare thought of the last contingency
| shivered involuntarilv and glanced up
to see Lillian looking at me with whim.
steal sympathy.
Mother Graham's Orders
Don't worry she said. still in a
murmuring monotone. II have your
doughty mother-in-law dashed To the
mast, with the idea firmly fixed in her
head that any untoward movement on
her part would send the whole ship of
state plunging into a whirling abyss. if
You know what that is. She knows
were going to make coffee, and I've
promised to take her up a cup. SO I'm
not afraid she'll disturb the coming
conference. The only reason I'm keep
ing my voice lowered is that her ruling
passion may bring her down to see
that YOU are brewing the coffee accord
ing to Hoyle. But she'll go back again.
for she's too tired and sleepy TO make
a full toilet. and she would face n
stranger in nothing less. There, |
told you So"
There was a familiar football on the
dining room floor. and the next instant
Mother Graham-majestic in her gray
dressing gown. the braided wisps of
her hair covered with a silk cap. her
feet decorously shod in gray slippers
instead of the red yarn ones which had
completed the ludicrous picture in her
bcdroom-stalked into the kitchen.
You didn't need to close that door.
Margaret she said acridly. ~ could
tell even through It that you're not
making that coffee properly. HIM"
pulling the percolator from the fire.
How many tab~lespoonfuls did you nut
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