Great Falls tribune. [volume] (Great Falls, Mont.) 1921-current, 1922-12-22
MY MARRIAGE
Adele Garrison's
New Phase off,
REVELATIONS
OF A WIFE
TIE WAY CLAIRE FOSTER FIRST
TRIED TO REPAY MADGE

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Mrs. Barker kept her word. She
carefully avoided II possible encoun-
ter with either Dicky Or Claire Foster,
and her willingness to aid M first ex-
pressed itself in meticulous attention
10 the supper table, which she laid
for the three of us.
ut will be all ready for you in five
minutes she said, when | had ex-
pressed my appreciation OF the help
she had promised, and | followed her
out of her sitting room into the dining
room with the assurance Rugged to my
trouble with her. j.
/ retraced nv steps to the front of
the house, where Dicky was standing.
"Oh, Dicky.' I said artlessly. making
sure that my voice was audible on the
veranda. will you join Claire and me
in the dining room in five minutes.
Mrs. Barker has a most appetlzins
supper ready for us"
I'll be there with sleighbells at
tached," he tossed back, with apparent
insouciance. but /, who knew his every
infection, read in his voice his distaste
for anything connected with Mrs. Bar
ker. That he would be tractable, how
ever, and keep his ruffled feelings to
himself. / was sure. and I sped back to
Claire Fosters bedroom with the graft
fled feeling that the most arduous task
was over.
"WiH i Do?"
She had made good use of my alb
sence. / saw that as soon as / opened
the door in answer to her low-toned
Come in.' l had told her to look her
prettiest and smartest, and my first
glance at her told ME that she had
obeyed me literally.
She had toned down the rouge and
powder which she had huriedly slapped
on at my first knock upon her door
until no one but a very keen-eyed wom-
an could have told that she had given
any artificial aid to the complexion
which. / knew, upon most occasions,
needed none. Her olive green cloth
gown embroidered in scarlet and with
pipings and. narrow girdle of the same
royal shade, spelled the last word in
sartorial smartness.
"Will / do?" she asked. and there
was in the question nc s~elf-conscious-
ness. rather a note of humility foreign
indeed, to spoiled, imperious Claire
Foster.
Il should imagine you might" ]
smiled back. and then | caught sight of
myself in the mirror. much the worse
i0f Weir. DpiOiSt u NY jun LEY III
the day coach of the slow train, and
womanlike-I y~isualized the contrast /
would make in Dicky's eyes TO Claire
Fosters freshness.
A Quick Transformation
You haven't had a chance to freshen
up since FOUR journey" she replied so
quickly that l wasn't sure whether or
not she had seen my self-deprecatory
.lo,.o sSTbara 10 ynJ,r hoe
in the taxi"
But | nave extra combs and every
thing right here" she said capably.
Here. let me be your maid, please"
There was something so insiatent. SO
pleading in her tone that | yielded
promptly in spite of an instructive re
p%ugnance | felt to accepting any favor
at her hands. But / guessed that the
girl was in a perfect agony of youth
full remorse and anxiety to do anything
she could for me. and ! could not
wound her. as refusing her request GER
tainly would do.
For the next three minutes | sat be
wildered by the haste and efficiency
with which she remedied the ravages of
my journey. She whisked my suit coat
from my back, shook it completely, and
hung it upon a padded hanger. even
while she tossed me a big towel with
the injunction to tuck it around my
neck and put my hat upon the bed.
Then with quick. deft fingers she
massaged my face with a cleansing cold
cream, wiped it off. and busted on a
little rice powder. Then she removed
the hairpins, shook out my hair. gave it
a hasty but thorough brushing, and
twisted it up again. She stepped off
a pace, surveying me critically.
There, you are yourself again, she
said. Luckily your blouse is tan, so
it doesn't show the dust as a white
one would. And it is the Quickest thing.
Now let me play Pullman porter and
you're ready"
She applied a wlisk broom vigorous
ly to my skirt. gave a whisk or two
TO the coat, and held it ont for me to
slip on. And then, with head critically
TO one side, she put on my hat, adjust
ing it as carefully as if she were a
millinery saleswoman.
Nov you may look" she said. and
my glance into the. mirror showed me
myself almost ~miraculously transform
ed. | sent a thought wave of thank
fulness to Lillian for having insisted
hat | wear my best trotteur suit.
Without being conceited, | knew that
! need no longer fear a contrast with
Claire Foster. and the knowledge, in
curious feminine fashion, softened my
heart toward the girl who had SO quick
Nv and deity aided NE.