Every evening, Wilmington daily commercial., 1922-11-24
My Marriage Problems
Adele Garrisons New Phase Of
Revelations of a Wife
ocpzrEhs 1921. Nsxspspee R.surs serx1ce,
1chalantiy and glance - h-as IL sfrseh-


ing my memory.
'Oh, yesi saw this" said brightly
with An amused little smile. "Cleverly
written, isn't it7'
/ Into the eyes Of both Miss Cargill and
Mr. Rickett there flashed look which
had seen in Lillian's when some sud
den difficulty confronted her. And
hugged 70 myself the knowledge that
they had decided | was TO be no easy
meat" in Dicky's vernacular.
1T Is entertaining" Miss Cargill re-
joined. But is it correct in It's par
ticulars7 This says that Miss Foster
has not been seen by the reporters and
we are anxious 10 know If she perhaps
was injured by the accident"
w hat Do You Intend 10 Do2"
Il fancy not" ] replied airily. "At
least my husband assured me that she
was all night when he telephoned me. -
The expiring fragments Of my Pun
tan conscience protested weakly, but
threw them sop 10 the effect that a
telephone message Is the next thing 70
q telegram. The unpleasant, eager voice
Of young Mr.. Smythe struck into the
conversation abruptly.
/ pO NOl llifdlA AAldN NbAi AlCbnAAL a.
tually telephoned you about this?" he
/ demanded.
My hands itched TO box his ears, but
turne d to him with wide-opened, inno
cent eyes.
why, Of course" answered, hopin,
that i could effectually hide the intens'
dislike which the youth had aroused in
me "Mr. Graham naturally knew tha
! would be ANXIOUS both about him anS
Miss Foster, who Is one Of my deares
friends, and he notified me at once.
am going up there on the afternoon
train"
"Ahw Young Mr.. Smythe's exclama
ton was sibilant. And what do YOU
intend 10 do when you get there? Dc
YOU intend TO file suit for divorce?'
MIR Rickett was not quite quicl
enough with the surreptitious kick be
gave his colleague, although his inten'
tons undoubtedly were good. But tho
question had been uttered, and youn,
Mr.. Smythe, though he WINGED per
ceptibly, was game enough 10 ignore
the kick, as his ferret eyes fixed them
selves on me.
"Divorce?" ! threw up my heac
haughtlly, registering intense astonlsh
ment and anger as Lillian had coache'
me. Surely Cou do not mean tina
question seriously"
Juniors Find"
will you please remember" Mr.
Rickett put in softly, that neither Mis-
Cargill nor ] has asked it2"
] turned TO him with a grateful, re
heyod smile
Thank YOU" / said, "and for tha
reason ] will give you ans answer q
your unspOken question. ] have not tn
slightest intention Of suing for divorce
Indeed, bringing that word into an Incl
dent which is harmless comedy, is tn
height Of absurdity."
Your attitude, then" Miss Cargi
began, but the unquelchable Mr.. Smyth
interrupted her.
You say" he interjected explosively
that Miss Foster is a dear friend O
yours. Surely you have a photograph Q
her which you will let US have?"
mo, ! haven't" ] forced my voice &
a note of regret. She" my voio
trailed off in panic as my eyes caugh
the doorway.
"Oh, Mama, see what Dooner dot
nice big picher, all tornl Mama mend j
for Doonerp
Coming toward me was my small sol
with the torn pieces of Claire Foster
photograph in his hands.
Ito be continued)
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