New Britain herald., 1923-09-26
MY HUSBANDS LOVE
 Garrison New rhass Of REVELATIONS OF A WIFE

The waste basket, Of course. That
 vas my first objective upon entering
 the bathroom where l had handaged
 Dieky's hun head, l had seen him
 glance fuFlively at it just before had
 helped him hack la his bedroom, and
 1 was sure that he had thrust into
 the torn papers which it contained.
 the queer awkward handages which
 had been tied around his head when
 he came home,
 l locked the bathroom door, and
 then. spreading newspaper upon
 the floor. tumhled the contents of the
 waste basket out upon il, The thing
 l sought was almost at the bottom Of
 the basket. \ newspaper roughly en- closing the hlood-stained handages.
 That they were not the ordinary
 surgical handageH, l saw Al once. but
 just what they were l could not se-
 termine, Putting the rest Of the pa-
 pers back in the waste basket. I poured from the basin the solution
 which 1 had prepared for the laying of Dieky's head. filled lt with cold water. and laid the bandages in it. At intervals l changed the water. until finally 1 was able with the air of warm water and soap 10 wash the pieces Of cloth thoroughly. It was after their final rlnsing that spread them over the bath tub rim. and item ized them carefully.
 Two small, cheap. but dainty fem- mine handkerehiefs, with no distin- gushing monogram, which had been wadded into balls and applied first to the wound.
 A large fine linen mouehoir, which recognized as one of Dicky's own which had been folded into small compass and laid over the others.
 A long lawn collar, hemstitched, such us adorns so many ready-made cotton frocks nowadays. They are duplicated by the hundreds in every large store. 1 had two or three siml- lar ones myself. had seen one upon the frock of the girl. Molly Fassett, who had como to see Mrs. Marks, herself. sported one, as doubtless did scores of other women within few yards of me.
 The collar had been used to tie down the other bandages, and for a long minute, I stood staring at it try ing to visualize the accident in which | Dicky so patently had received first | aid from some woman.
 That he had tried so hard to con- ceal the bandages, argued one of two things: Either the accident was one ich ba fa ha l. or else he had found me so Intolerant during our life together that, no matter if his escapade were Ii innocent. he feared a scene when I should discover the feminine and collar.
 Woman-like, l promptly acquitted myself of the second premise, but on he other hand, all my love of fair play protested against condemning Dicky without knowing the truth. My lltruistic sentiments, however, did not prevent me from planning Machia- 'ellian little surprise for my husband.
 resolved to stay awake the rest of z he night or rather morning that night send the waste basket down to 'e emptied before Dicky should i, Lwaken. This would effectually pre- , 'ent his knowing whether or not I :, lad found the bandages until I should lecide to enlighten him.
 Moving noiselessly. tidied up the ' ,athroom. putting everything in its 7 'lace. Then l went to the kitchen nd switched on my electric iron. When it had heated sufficiently, I /. roned the handkerchiefs and the col ar until they were dry Folding : hem neatly, I wrapped them in a :. 'iece of white paper, switched off the ron, and going back to the living oom, hid them securely away in my wn travelling bag.
 Only then did the tension upon my q erves relax, and I sumped weakly own upon the bed, feeling unutter- bly, miserable. But I did not forget c " determination to stay awake un- Il morning, and long before it was me for the janitor to make his ounds l dressed and carried the t 'aste basket down to his quarters d nd emptied it with the explanation f nat l needed it for the sorting of i,