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New Revelations of
a Wife
BY ADELE GARRISON

Ho" Robert savarin Started Out to Win
Marion.
| We haven't much time" reminded
Robert Savarin, consulting his watch, ''if
we take the little girl back with us, as
we ought to take leaves in less than
| three hours"
We'll have breakfast right away"
| Lillian responded promptly. II wonder
whether or not I ought tc waken Marion
SO that she could have breakfast with
' us"
| "Wa<en her. dress her, and turn her
| over to Mr.. Savarin as quickly as pos
sible," I advised. THAT is the surest
| her grandmother"
Your plan, 1 understand, IS to keep
her in ignorance of her grandmother
! death for perhaps weeks to come until
| her childish mind is so filled with other
| Things it won't be such blow to her?"
Mrs. Cosgrove's calm, kindly voice
| asked the question.
THAT is it, exactly" returned Lillian
| But, frankly, 1 don't know just how
were going to manage it. The very first
question she will ask when she wakes
| Is about her grandmother"
Will you let me try my hand?" Rob
ert Savarin looked questioningly at Lii
Ham, All MS passionate desire 10 serve
her in his brown eyes.
viii I let you?" Lillian's voice was
| tense, filled with emotion she repeat
| ed the question. Come with me now so
that she will see you when she first
wakens.'
Uncle Bob"
I think they had forgotten there was
any one else in the world except them
selves and her child as they went out of
the OF
Cosgrove and ], left alone together
locked at each other-a long comprehend
ing gaze. And then I saw Mrs. Cosgrove's
| eyes fill with tears.
The pity of it, she said passionately.
They're so suited to each other they
would be so happy together after the
| tragedies both have lived. Why, why, is
Fate so cruel? I wouldn't blame them if
they defied Fate and took their happi-
ness anyway"
It was a surprising outburst from the
artists sister, with her Puritanical ccun-
try environment. I knew that she was
speaking from her wrought-up emotions,
not her usual common sense, so I fore
bore the acquiescence in her sentiment
which I really felt.
ri know" I said soothingly. Suppose
we go with them. Miss Sonnet is al
ready with little Marion, and want you
to meet her"
It was banally done. but was obsessed
with the idea that the more people
there were around Marion the less
chance there would be for her to brood
over net seeing her grandmother.
l saw Mrs. Cosgrove lift her eyebrows.
but she followed me out of the breakfast
room and across the living room to Lii
lians rose-hung bedroom.
Marion, a daintily pajamoed little
cherub. with her golden hair ruffled in
enchanting curls all over her head, was
in Robert Savarin's arms, stroking his
cheeks with her tiny hands and uttering
little cries Of delight
I'm so glad you've come back, Uncle
Bob" she said again and again.
"she Will Want Me-"
'I've tried to get Marion to change
that name for a more dignified appella-
ton" her mother said, "but she insists
upon nothing but Uncle Bob"
Don't you ever let anybody change
that name, honey girl; will you?' Robert
gravely. and Marion shook her head
earnestly.
They made a beautiful picture. the sill
ver-streaked brown head of the artist
against the golden curls of the child.
The thought Dickens expressed so beau
tifully in "a Tale of Two Cities" came
to my mind, the idea that there is often
a peculiarly beautiful and intense affec-
ton between man who has hopelessly
loved a woman, and her children.
Lillian could not control the happiness
in her face as she looked at them. But
her voice and her manner were under
perfect control as she saw Mrs. Ccsgrove
and me.
Here is somebody else for you to love-
Marion" she said, taking Mrs. Cosgrove's