The Pensacola journal. (Pensacola, Fla.) 1898-1985, 1922-11-26
New Revelations of
a Wife
BY ADELE GARRISON

What Occurred at LHIIan's After Robert
SaVarin Had Said Good-Ry.
think 1t was fortunate for Lillian that
the next few days following her little
daughters departure were so full of
duties. Otherwise I was afraid she would
have dwelt far too much upon the hope
Aessnsss of her feeling for Robert Savarin
and his love for her.
Save for the time when she told me
the story of the horrible Injustice Of
her child's enforced separation from her
had never seen her SO moved as she
was when she turned back to Katherine
and to me after the taxi had rolled away
with Robert Savarin's face framed in
the window
Her face was white and working, her
eyes fixed as If gazing at something
far ahead Of her. She brushed past
Katharine and me without speaking, and
crossed the living room to the rose pam
elled bedroom from. which she had just
sent away her little daughter.
There she paused and half-turned to
us:
''rll see you IN a little while'' she
said huskily, and closed the door be.
hind her.
Katherine and carefully avoided look
ing at each other. We felt that we
should not comment upon our friends
emotion even by glances. Katherine was
first to speak.
I'm going to take one more look up
stairs" she said, and 1 shivered a bit,
for I knew she meant to go into the
room where old Mrs Morton lay wrapped
in her last sleep, land then I'm going
to a21
little slumber also. There's absolutely
nothing to do for awhile"
I believe I will" I asented hastily,
for I wished no thought of me to inter-
fere with Katherine's rest. But I knew
that there would be no sleep for me for
hours to come.
1 had been through enough in the hours
which had elapsed since I started along
the pipe line on my surreptitious journey
to exhaust me physically and mentally
But I was keyed to so high a nervous
pitch that I knew there would be no
perceptible lessening of the tension for
a long time.
The physical comfort of the big Iuxu-
rious couch in Lillian's cool, darkened
library was most welcomed, however, and
as / stretched myself upon 1t l resolved
/ to make my mind as blank as possible
and try conscientiously to WOO the sleep
needed.
But all to no avail. The events of the
hours just past, the persons who had
figured in them swept through my brain
in endless Kaleidoscope procession, re-
fusing to be dismissed. ! was glad, in
deed, when Lillian, freshly groomed and
looking as calm and upperturbed as if
no emotion touched her, came into the
library.
Been asleep, Madge?"
Her keen eyes swept me, read me, and
she hastily added:
mo, of course you can't sleep just yet
I'll prescribe for YOU
I put out my hand protestingly,
! please, don't try to-"
She interrupted me quickly.
LILLIAN THE PRESCRIBER.
I'm not going to put you to sleep,
silly! Haven't I been through that keyed
up business? No. I'm only going to tell
you how to get fit to help me this fore
noon. Undress, take an ice cold shower,
brisk rundown, and afterward get
Betty to give you a small black coffee.
Then the minute this afternoon that you
feel sleepy tumble into bed, and you'll
know nothing more till tomorrow
I followed her directions implicitly, and
found her a good prophet, except for the
fact that 1t was night instead OF after
noon before I felt sleepy. Lillian kept
me busy all day helping her make the
necessary arrangements for the laying
away of the worn-out shell which had
been old Mrs. Morton.
THEN YOU KNOW"
By tacit agreement we shielded Kathe-
rine in every way possible, compelled her
OF keep her bed and her room, except
whein we absolutely needed her. She
looked so fragile and white and worn