Great Falls tribune. [volume] (Great Falls, Mont.) 1921-current, 1922-12-13
MY
Adele Garrison's
New Phase or
REVELATIONS
ORA WIFE
HOW DIcKEY VAiNLY TRtED TO
aMAKE UP" WITH MAOGE

Are you cOmIoFLaDIe OA.hS Aohou
courteously. as the taxi Whlriea away
from the railroad station ana turned
into the smooth but winding o lead
ing tn the resort where I was to find
Claire Foster.
Couldn't be more so, thank you" 1t
took an effort to keep my voice tuned
to just the right pitch Of airy fllp-
| pancy, the attitude which | intended TO
adopt during this whole Illuminating
| episode into which Dicky,s RIDICULOUS
escapade had dragged me.
I felt far more like turning on him
| stormily and having "a good old-fash-
Toned row. over his derelictlon, re-
CARELESS of whether the taxi driver
was scandalized in the process. But
| that primitive outlet for the emotions
| being denied me, I knew that the only
| safety for nv poise lay in adhering
! strictly to the role I had written for
| myself. ANY deviation from it might
| let loose the elemental feminine l had
! chained in q remote recess of my be-
ing.
Dicky Misunderstands
"That's good" There was a con-
ventional note in his own voice, and
| for a long while we sat silently in our
respective corners of the taxi, while
| the moon emerged from behind the
| distant hills, suddenly, as it does in
the higher country, and flooded the
| road with its soft light.
Tome came a flashing. stabbing re-
| membrance of other moonlights when
| Dicky and I together had motored over
| country roads. That he remembered.
too, | knew as from beneath my low
| cred eyelids / furtively caught him
| gazing at me with an expression al
most wistful. And then he coughed,
a little unconscious mannerism of his
| when, as most rarely happens, he Is
| at a loss how to handle a conversation
| al situation, and spoke slowly. hest
family.
"Do you know. Madge-you've been
| a brick about this mess
"gVhat did you expect me TO do,
| shoot from the hip" [ retorted with
an airy little chuckie. Il know that
has been the invariable custom even
in some of our very best social circles
| whenever a wife feels herself a bit
peeved. but ! think it's a bit passe
! now. so many women are taking it up.
| And I'm not q very good marksman,
anyhow
"You little devil,' His voice held a
| mirthful, appreciatiye note, and l saw
that my retort had led him to believe
! was not really angry. Trying to
| spool your bad boy, Ell? Don't snuggle
into your corner that way. l know a
| better place for you to snuggle while
you hear me say my litany of re
morse"
"RealIy, I'm Not Interested
He moved swiftly to my side, slipped
an arm around me and bent his face
| to mine to kiss me. And his action
| almost loosed the emotional feminine
I had chained SO securely. | wanted
him to kiss me, but at the same time
I wanted to strike the smile from his
| lips. indication of the assurance he
felt that he had only to bestow a caress
| to make me forgive anything be might
have done.
The desire to punish him. however.
far outweighed the impulse to yield to
his caresses. and | knew that storm
ing at him would only betray to him
| the emotion ] was so ~strenuously con-
c%ealing. There was a far more effect
i've means ready to my hand, and /
was aware of it with the fiendish sub
| tleness possessed only by married cou-
ples who have lived together long
enough for each to know each weak
place in the others armor
therefore withdrew into myself
every vestige of tenderness or any 9TH
or emotion. leaving only the airy shell
of indifference, which of all my moods
Dicky detests most. Without even the
hint of Il struggle | sat quietly in his
arms and permitted his kisses. but no
tiniest responsive movement OF lips or
body did | make.
When after a second or two he real-
, lied my attitude, he suddenly lifted his
head and withdrew his arm.
you're about as responsive as a
glass of iced tea he said sulienly.
ooh. Dicky dear, can't you think Of
q more complimentary simile-say an
orange frappe now, that "oulo oe eve
so much"
4 word exploded on his lips as he
flung himself away from me INTO Il
corner of the taxi again.
All the feline in me purred content
edly Mt this exhibition, but L knew
better than to speak until he broke
the silence himself, and il was a long
five minutes before he spoke again.
Look here!' he began grufflF. L
know you have a right to be sore. but
Won also have a right to an explana-
ton, and before We get up there I'd
like to have you understand
I put up Il protesting hand
aPlense spare me the details,
Dicky." l drawled. Really m not
Interested
Next-What Madge Compelled DIcky
to Agree to Do.