Great Falls tribune. [volume] (Great Falls, Mont.) 1921-current, 1922-12-11
HTY MARRIAGE
AVE-
Adele Garrison's
New Phase Off,
REVELATIONS
ORA WIFE
WHAT MADlE OVERHEARD
WHEN THE REPORTERS
TALKED

AS Dicky hurried away to get the
car | had requested, | warily looked
around for the reporters who had been
upon the train. | had wanted them tc
see and hear my ~purposely cordial
greeting of my husband, but / dreaded
any conversation with them.
They had not entered the little sta
ton. and as | rose from my seat and
walked toward the door with the in
tention of finding out where they were,
the ticket agent, an understood man,
who looked as if he would be the bet
ter for a thorough busting, came out
Of his office and began to tur out the
lights.
Are you closing the %station?'
asked.
The face he turned to me held the
conviction that / was the last word IN
banal dullness, and / felt myself inclin-
ed to agree with him.
THAT was the last train" he an
swered with a finality which made me
pick up my bag and scurry to the plat
form. I was sure that he would make
no bones about locking me up with the
station should | not get out.
The lights on the platform also had
been extinguished, and l found the
night pitch dark with the intense
blackness which often p%recedes the
rising of a brilliant moon. knew
that there would be a moon later on,
but the knowledge was small comfort
to me, as I made my way along the
side of the building in the direction
Of Dicky's departure.
A New Measuring Stick
/ turned the corner of the building
and CROPPED my way along it, remem-
bering that the roadway lay upon the
side opposite to that from which |
had emerged, and that Dicky undoubt-
edly would drive up there. My prog
ress was absolutely noiseless, but
when I reached the second corner,
and prepared to turn it, ! was startled
almost into an exclamation by the
sound of voices on the roadway side OF
the building, and the realization that
they were the voices OF the reporters.
My first impulse was to travel back
to the other side of the building as
noiselessly as | had come. that | might
not encounter them. Then the sound
Of my own name told me they had no
idea I was within earshot, and for a
seeouU OF LSu pEuuSAcV bdLtiCh "AI
good breeding, and prudence WOE.
I had never thought | would listen
to a conversation not intended for me,
but ] reflected that in the tacit armed
agreement between the reporters and
me, in which they were seeking news
concerning Dickey's escapade, and /
was keeping everything possible from
them. a condition had arisen outside
OF my usual measuring stick, and | APP
piled a new and decidedly different
one which justified my eaVes-dropping.
wei she's queered any story" Mr..
Rickett said. I'VE might as well go
home. You've got to slip 1t TO her.
She's made it impossible with that
dsinty, half-casual, ~balf-anxious greet
ing of hers for any body to have the
ghost of a story foundation"
"She Has Self Control"
women are all alike" observed
young Mr.. Smythe with gloomy phi
losophy. "Colonel's lady and Judy
like the slum wife who gets a beating
and turns around and kisses her hus-
band. She hasn't the spirit of a rab-
bit, that one"
500 you think zo?" Mr.. Rickett
asked dryly. ;
Don't you?"
my SON" the elder mans voice was
a provoking drawl. its a brave mar
who allows himself to form any opinion
of a woman's reaction to any given
condition. By the way, you're the
youngest of US. Suppose you hunt UP
n garage and rustic a car to take us
over to the resort where the Grahams
are going"
at thought you said just now we
might as well go home" young Mr..
Smythe returned sulkily.
1--WE might as far as Mrs. Graham is
concerned Miss Cargill struck in.
But there's always the chance that
the Foster is really in love with the
gallant aviator. If she is there may
be unexpected fireworks"
Young Mr.. Smythe's footsteps died
away completely before Mr.. Rickett
again spoke, and I guessed that he had
sent the younger man away purposely.
Don't you think Mrs. Graham is in
love with her h~usband?"
"Of course" Miss Cargill returned
with such absolute conviction In her
voice that I wondered at her knowl-
edge. But she has self-controI down
to as fine a point as I eve saw.
Somebody or something has schooled