New Britain herald., 1924-04-12
The Amazing Favor Mrs. Marks
 Begged Of Madec

Mechanically rose from my chair and bade the hurrying Mrs. Mark's good-by. From somewhere l pumped up 3 smile and an apparently cordial invitation to come again, as I closed tho door after her.
 For long tune l stood motionless, trying to reconstruct my opinions which my neighbor's talk had shat tered.
 Every conjecture I had made con- cerning Dicky and Mollie Fawcett had been confirmed. She was the girl who had bound up his head when he ious adventure. He had come up to the city as soon as I had left to see her and his treatment of Mrs. Marks had changed from a supercilious tol- erance to cordial neighborlncss.
 And yet, curiousy enough, her rough praise of Dicky and her em- phatic assurance that 1 would have approved his action of that night, quieted my suspicious and changed the current of my thought.
 I found myself wishing that I had not been so caustic in my langua gc to my husband. Useless that wish LOW, however. It would take some time, knew, for Dicky to recover from the royal rage in which he had rushed out of the apartment. That he was not irrerocab bly angry, I knew as well as that some time be- fore midnight he would telephone to see if Lillian had arrived.
 Mndgc Is Remorscful
 | am not especially timid, yet there is something about the house which makes me dislike remaining m our apartment alone all night. Dicky not only knows this, but on his own account cherishcs strong ,isapproyal of our enforced habita- ton. And while knew that just now he was so angry that he mon tally could consign me 10 all sorts of mediaeval torturcs, yet a little later his innate chiyalry would spur him to mako sure that was not left alone.
 The reflection was sslutary for me. II made my remorsc for my own harsh words oyershadow the TO- pombranee of my husbands equally offensive vocabulary. But, above all rlse, felt a load lifted from my heart.
 had not dared to look s1nsrely at the things my own jealous imagination was picturing until tho homely gossip of Mrs. Marks changed tf,n aennnt of A l. together. might have cause for un- casy heartache in the future. I could ttct contemplate with equanimitY tho coming association of my husband and Mollie Fawcott when he should transfer her exquisite and unusual lovoliness to his drawing board. but ust now thanks to my famhoyant neiehbor was comparatively al pvpcn.
 "You'il Hcir Me, Won't fou:"
 suddenly felt very tired almost exhausted and physically l [ looked at my wrist watch, and esti- mated that Lillian would not get 10 tho apartment for another two hour. lt least. would have time for ! good refreshing sleep before she ! rame. I knew the signal she always Sivcs--two long rings. separated by l short one--and as crcpt into bed. after securely locking the doors of the living room ana bedroom. tesolyed that no other ring should re- seiye the slightest attention from me.
 was sound asleep almost imme- iiately. and csme back with tho of bring lifted from deep gulf. Insistont in my ears was the thrilling of the doorbell. the pro onsed. steady ring of some one Seeping finger uninterrurtsdly upon he bell and nearer still. outside my ,edroom door, was an agonized whis- ,er. il "Mis' Graham Mis- Graham. Oh or goodness sake, denrie, open the loor i''
 It vas the voice Of Mrs. Marks,