Great Falls tribune. [volume] (Great Falls, Mont.) 1921-current, 1922-05-13
MY MARRIAGE
Al
Adele Garrison's
New Phase off,.
REVELATIONS
OF WIFE
THE REASON MADGE BEGAN TO
DOUBT HER OWN EYES.

JUDD TEN OWN GIGS.
Lillian and l looked at each other,
heroically concealing our mirth, as
Mother Graham with the air of having
accomplished something at least COM
parable to the discovery of America,
turned from the stove after having
prepared the coffee to her own no.
ton.
There she said. '"That will be
something like coffee. I'll just wait
here until it's ready, and take my cup
up with me. There's q certain moment
when coffee is just at it's perfection,
and / want mine at that instant. Then
you can do what you please with it."
She sat down in a kitchen chair,
folded her arms and watched with
critical majesty our hurried prepare
tiOns for the smack" of which Lillian
had spoken. A leg of lamb left from
dinner. from which ] carved thin slices,
homemade bread and butter, a dish Of
currant jelly. another of apple sauce,
some sliced tomatoes, last of the garden
plenty, and a half of one of Katie's
delicious layer cakes-these we placed
ulOu tiC ulLBS tdDiC uLuNI NiotuCA
Graham's inspection. and to a running
accompaniment of comment.
"PIease Remember"
isn't there any parsley in the
house? 2" she demanded, as l took up the
small platter Of sliced meat and started
with it to the dining room. That ape
of a Katie generally has sense enough
to gather some fresh every day. She
1il,nc Tho 1onLc &c - hopca1f 7 rnoton
or she'd never remember it.
Yes, there are ONE sprays in the
refrigerator" / said quietly.
Then will you kindly tell me why
YOU haven't put any around that meat?
That plate looks like a lunch set out
for the laundress on the tubs"
II forgot it. ] fancy" | said apollo
gctically. willing to eat any amount of
humble pie to keep her placated. IN
fix it right away"
See that you do she retorted.
and l went to the pantry to get the
parsley with an i~ronical little smile
quirking my lips. 1. too, like a touch
of green around a plate of cold meat.
But l had not dared thus to embellish
the one in my hand for fear my
mother-in-law would accuse me Of try
ing to make the table attractive for
Tom Chester.
! purposely fingered over my task
as long as / dared, and was rewarded
when l returned by the sight of
Mother Graham drinking the cup of
coffee for which she had waited. She
drained the cup. poured herself a
second cup. disdaining our proffer Of 1t,
and rose with the cup in her hand.
'I1l just take this upstairs with
me-" she said. Now, Mrs. Underwood.
please remember what l told you"
THAT Proves Nothing"
She marched out of the room
there is no other word to describe her
gait-with the cup of coffee held out
like a b~andleader's baton. We waited
tensely until the closing of her room
door told us that she was safe for the
night. and then we laughed. noiselessly
but consumingly, until we were almost
helpless.
said at last. .wiping her eyes, what
I'm to remember"
notion Of her meaning had come to
me. But 1 could not acknowledge il to
Lillian.
I'm to see that you conduct your
self with the propriety and general
demeanor of an eighteenth century
young matron," she said. IF you were
a convent-bred young thing about to
meet the world for the first time she
couldn't be more solicitous. SO do pro-
mise me you'll behave. Look here, if
o dare to take that or your mother
in-law seriously. IIl-IU spank you, if
it's the last thing / ever do"
Her sudden change of manner saved
me from the humiliation of angry tears.
And then. with sure divination of the
best way to divert my mind, she spoke
authoritatively:
"Tell me, now. before Tom Chester
there in Katie's room when you said
that 1t wasn't Smith who looked into
the room, but q boy?"
why, it was a boy I said. and
then, as my memory flashed again tn.
picture of the face l had seen, I hest
fated.
AT least. it was a boys wool stock
ing cap. and a boys sweater that /
l said slowly. "The cap was
drawn down almost over the eyes. and
the collar of the sweater was turned
up and fastened high about the neck.
But the little of the face l could see
in between was all ruddy and fresh
like q boys, and the lips were red"
THAT proves nothing" she said. 'ex-
rept that the gifted Mr.. Smith probably
a Hollywood film favorite to
her happy home. But there's Tom
Chester. Bless the lad! Does he want
10 afOuse the house with his knock
Nsxt-Why Lillian and Madse Post.
posed, for 4 Time, Toms Story.