The Bridgeport times and evening farmer., 1922-11-15
MY MARRIAGE P R o B l. E M s Adele Gayytson's Neru Phase of
 ReUeLQtiOnS
 Of O Wife
The Wise Aduice Lillian
 GaDe Troubled Madge.
eapsr1ght, 1922. by Newspaper Feature servtes Inc

Y sNATCHED up Dicky's telegram
 which Lillian had just excoriated, and read it over hastily.
 Wouldn't that sound lovely in q spicy Sunday feature story?" Her tone dripped annoyed irony all over the place. Artist Graham's frantic appeal to beautiful young wife Will she save or scorn him?'"
 Don't, LiIian," said faintly.
 'T ought to be kicked she said with quick contrition, but. on the other hand, you can't be shielded from this thing. You'll have to know just what they'll say. What sort of chap Is the telegraph agent? Is he garrulous?"
 "No, very discreet, a high-ciass man"
 Good. But some other man on the route may not be the same type. We must spike the thing down. It's lucky this isn't real scandal or those news paper boys would have routed us out at three this morning the first minute their taxis could reach here But I think gossipy Sunday story is all they'll tackle. and the noon train will be time enough for then- Let's see how much time we have"
 No Time to Lose.
 She studied her wrist watch
 '"Can you get ready to start in half an hour if pack your bag?" she asked
 ""Twenty minutes" I returned laconi- G&1ly. You'll find q small travelling eaae, with toilet articles and nending Git all ready packed in my top dresser drawer"
 "T know" she returned. 'T have an emergency kit like that myself. It's the best insurance against furry know. Anything special you want me to put in7''
 Mot a thing" I returned. feeling that I did not care in the least what wore or what I took with me on this Journey, the most distasteful l ever had faced.
 "An right. I feex,'' she enrolled in Imaginable imitation of katie's stereo- typed phrase.
 Then she began packing my bag with delft, accustomed hands. while I hur- ried through my dressing, feeling as put on the new tailleur Lillian had in sisted I should wear. that a sombre crepe costume would more nearly match my feelings
 That's the tIcketl'' Lillian snapped the lock of the bag, strengthened her self and swung me around for inspec- tion. You are the niftiest thing. hIadge! Now your hat. so-just a tiny bit to one side-we're going to regis ter @insouciance, gayety charm. affec- ton for dearest Claire. knowledge of her being there-can't you the tabby cats about half an hour after you breeze in? They'll be so bewildered they'll forget to lap their cream ~There, That's SestledF'
 knew that she was cleverly suggest ing the course I ought to pursue, and my heart sank at the prospect of being compelled to play so mild a role when every pulse in me clamored for the primitive feminine relief of hair-puIling and face-scratching- But there was no use starting at all unless I meant to play the game through, and mentally Etrded myself for whatever the nexG day or two should bring me
 We had started for the door. when, with a sudden. dismaying thought I whirled Lillian
 .sdother Graham!' I exclaimed in tiisnay Whatever are We going to tell herr"
 ..Nothing just now. I'll attend to that when we come back. or rather, when I come back. I'm not sure yet whether you'd better dodge the re rorters and take taxi to Riverhead getting the train from there and leaving me to explain. or whether you'd better come back and see them here. Well null it over as we go. How about driv- ing in that suit? Won't you hurt it?
 ..I'n slip that big linen motor coat over it to be on the safe side" l re turned. Are you ready to go?
 "AIl-. set but my hat and coat" Lilz Han returned You go ahead anf get the car around to the side door, and I'll cover your retreat against possibie flank movements of your lnother-in law.
 We escaped however "AtiAooN S-A+ sfrn of Mother Graham. and droVc straight to the telegraph office, where the dignifed and courteous operate assured me that there was no possibility of the message being read by other eyes than ours and his own Then he wireo A request from Lillian to a high ofhcaai of the telegraph ssstem, wnlch. when granted. would esSectually safeguard from prying eyes the record of Dicky's message al along its route.
 .-There, that's settled! Lillian sald wtth a little sigh of relief, then l heard a otIfck catch of her breath Hurry Madge," she whispered. Let's get into tne Car before he reaches us"
 ' srwho?" I returned. bewildered- as l hurried along under the propelling grasp s,f her arm and saw the concrete an swer to my question as pr. Petit. with hlack. drowning face advanced towar' os-