The Omaha morning bee., 1922-11-09
My wharfage
Problems
Adele Garrisons New Phase OF
Revelations of a Wife"
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What is Lillian Trying 10 Keep
From Madgpy
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| started after Lillian In puzzled
amazcment at her action IN gathering
up the morning newspapers without
Offering 20 let me see them. The dis.
courtesy augmented by the fact that
they were all my prop rty. not hers.
was so unlike her that I began to
wonder II there were some special rea-
son for her action.
Could II be possible that she had
seen something IN tho paper which
concerned me. ana which she was try.
Ing 20 keep from me?
The idea was emnently absurd, but
it persisted. ns ridiculous notions viii.
and | determined that before | went
down to the Ticer cidormnking |
would see the newspapers which Ill.
Ian had Just carried upstairs.
She had said that she meant 10 take
them 10 my mother-inlw Swiftly
+, too. mounted the stairs,
and went to my motherin laws door.
It was aIar. Just as II had been few
before. when ] left her mail
upon the table The letters were stlll
there, showing she had not yet return.
ed to her room. and n searching glance
around told me that no newspapers
lad been left there.
Had Lillian gone to Dicky's room.
whore Mother Graham was putting
Katie through her PAGES IN one OF her
house cleaning orgies? ] dreaded the
lrdeal Of meeting my motherin.law,
hut the desire 10 see the vanished
was stronger than my re.
luctance, and ] went down the hall,
knowing that IL Lillian had carried
he newspapers to Mother Graham
would meet her coming away from the
scene Of the house cleaning. No one
fingers voluntarily near the scene Of
my doughty mother inlaws activities
n that direction.
There was no Lillian TO be seen,
however, but before reached Dlcky's
loor II opened hurriedly, and Katie
'ame into the hall, harried look up
IN her face. She closed the door be.
lind her and walked toward me swift !
y. and | saw her hands clasping and
lnclasplng In II mannerism OF hers
which always spells extreme nervous
less.
An Unsuccessful Search.
Dot old yomans she drive me |
,razy ] tink," she whispered as she |
,ame up to me. then evidently taking |
fresh burst OF resolution she added |
eryently: But / stand eet for you
lees time. You look 80 seeck."
Thank you. Katie" | returned
rarmly. "Have you been in Mr.. Gra-
lam's room for the last ten minutes?"
"Yes, sure"
Has Mother Graham been there
II the timer
Sure ting" Katle's eyes were Won
erng now.
Have you seen Mrs. Underwood in
nat timer
Il no see MIssis Underwood for vun,
wo hour"
VERY well, Katie, that's all want.
q to know" l turned my steps to-
'ard Lillians room with my heart
eating excltedly, and tapped at her
oor.
Come in" she said promptly, and I
ntered, to find Lillian prosaically en-.
aged in changing her pretty imported
Ingham morning gown for a more
ractical khaki dress, ...
I'D advise you to follow my ex.
mple," she said brightly Cider
taIns, you know"
This couldn't be hurt" ! returned,
lancing around the room and seeing
o trace Of a newspaper. by the
ay, I'd like to look at the newspapers
minute. But they're not in Mother
raham's room"
Telegram, Missis Graham"
There was not an instant's hesita-
on in her answer.
mo, she wasn't there, SO ] took
lem in to your father, in Tom Ches-
sr's room. But I'd advise you to
ave them there for while. Chester
as Just dropped to sleep, and 1 think
our father could have killed me Tor
oming in. There isn't a thing IN
10 papers this morning, anyway.
ldging from the headlines. They're
bout as thrilling as a modern con-
speech
Clever as she was. she was overdo-
Ig it, as far as convincing me was
)ncerned. The conviction OF some
ling concerning me deepened but for
le present she had effectively spiked
" guns. | had no choice but to wait
+ our return from the cider-making
sudden inspiration
,ized me.
/ would improvise an errand to the
llage, and buy more duplicate copies
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