The Pensacola journal. (Pensacola, Fla.) 1898-1985, 1922-06-23
REVELATIONS OF A WIFE
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madas Receives q Call.
ADELE GARRISON :


70 kDik 20 youl She downstairs"
Katie held cut a card 70 me, the corner
damp from her hand, which she had evil
IDENTIFY just taken from the dlshwater. I
frowned in quick aisappfoyai
"Katiew I exclaimed reproachfuily.
Surely you didn't forget 70 use the card
tray again"
Ratis's face fell.
"oh, dear. sooeh a bunch OF coup
greens. Missis Grahaml You can't nevsr
learn me nottings. An she's an awful
stylish lady. too"
I looked at the card. L bore in ir
reproachable engraved old English the
superscription:
Mrs. John Edward HadIey.
Oak Lodge
2s Merrick Road.
Marvin, Long Island.
The name wasn't familiar 70 me
knew that oak Lodge" wherever Il
might be situated. wasn't one OF the
great estates with which Long Island is
dotted. Diely and l. nour rambles over
Marvin and the neighboring villages, had
| passed and remarked upon al OF them.
: But knew also that the habit II chris
tening ones home and putting its name
upon ones calling card wasn't confined
alone to the owners OF the large estates.
Many women OF all grades IN the social
scale did It.
Where aid you leave herr" asked
! Katie.
She raised startled eyes to mine. Evil
IDENTIFY she had forgotten another OF my
instructions.
At First Glance.
"she standing by door," was her an
swer, and ! saw that the girl was upon
the verge OF tears. I FASTENED to reas-
sure her. for had no desire to send a
weepy maid with a message to the un-
known caller.
Alright Katie" said reassuringly.
go down stairs and say: Mrs. Grahom
viii be down directly. VIII you please
be seated here?' And then take her into
the living room, draw out one Of the big
! chairs for her, and raise the curtains.
Wait a minute. Did you dust in there
this morning.
"surs. vot you tink? I always feex
dot first ting" Katle's voice held offend
ed reproach. But" anxiously. SAY dot
again. vot I say 10 her"
repeated the words. and Katie said
Thorn over twice. Then she hurried down
the stairs, and confess I went 20 the
hall window and peeped through the cur
tain to the street below 70 see the car
in which the visitor had come, for had
heard a motor purring just before the
bell rang.
1t was a beautiful limousine saw at
glance that il must have cost good
deal Of money. But there was no ehauf-
feur at the wheel. Mrs. Hadley must
have driven the car herself. Ny opinion
Of her went up, and a vague feeling Of
envy crept into my heart. II is about
the only pet vanity have, the desire 60
own and drive a motor car. But sterniy
repressed IT, and DiclSy's inelinations on
the subject besides, because Of Dicky's
reluctance to consider anything but an
expensive car. know we ought not to
indulge ourselves in a car running into
the thousands. and Dicky would not hear
of anything else.
"No fivvers or cheap truck for mine"
he had said repeatedly III / can't have
the kind want I'll walk or hire a taxi"
and nothing could say affected his de-
termination,
/ went down stairs slowly after a
quick look into my mirror to see II I
were presentable. Mrs. Hadley rose as
I entered the living room.
MRS. Graham?" she inquired a BIT
stifny.
yes, am Mrs. Graham, Mrs. Hadley."
returned "Will you not have this
CHART" think It Is far more comfortable
than the one you have"
Thank you" she said. and took the
chair I indicated. I sat down opposite
her, mentally appraising her
Mudes Catalogues Her.
She wasn't hard 70 catalogue. She vas
slender, dark. about IS years Of age
with face and eyes that while hRvsns
no pretensions to beauty. might have
been termed pretty" or attractive Il
1t hadn't been for a certain petty disa-
greeableness OF expression that naarred
her face. Her motoring attire was as
correct as her card and her motor. And
there wasn't a hair out Of place. She
was irreproachable perfection. "A per-
feet housekeeper." said mentally, a
martinez as to discipline. q slave to con-
ventionality and the proper thing and
more than bit OF a Bnob."
Her first words confirmed my impress
sion.
Il hope you will pardon my coming 20
you, a stranger, Mrs. Graham" she said,
and her manner held not only nervousness
but hint OF patronage that irritated
me. "but our great cause Is my excuse"
New to public work Of any kind"
said 20 myself. "and handles # very
awkwardly Now wonder just what
she's sftsr7"