San Antonio light. [volume] (San Antonio, Tex.) 1911-1993, 1926-01-16
The Making Of
I a Husband
IA n n Lisle's N e ~
| Phrase of Jim and
Anne's Marital
Adventure
BY ANN Isle
By ANN Isle
CHAPTER III.

ltlt.
well, for the love Of Mike, cut
out the garnishes and hurry. I'm
starved." Jim growled.
~If you're in such a hurry, why
don't you offer to help?" I asked
testify.
"You always tell me I'm in the
way" Jim said.
Il do not. That's just an ex-
cuse"-I began, but ] stopped my
self abruptly as a suspicious smell
greeted my nose.
l shifted instinctively and then
I fairly hurled myself upon the oven,
where / was baking batch OF bis
cults. When / opened the door a
cloud of smoke greeted me. The bis
cults were scorching so fast that they
became a hideous dark brown instead
of soft tan before I co.
the oven and pull out the pan.
IL seems absurd, but at the sight
of nv ruined biscuits / started to
cry and laugh hysterically. Probably
~ this offered me an outlet for the out
ragged feelings with which | had been
struggling almost from the moment
when ] saw Arlette Valleau's picture
in the Sunday supplement.
81 had honey to go with them: !
sniffled. And / did so want them
to be god
.Poor baby" Jim said, comforting.
", coming and patting my bowed head
with a combination Of sympathy and
amusement. "Of course, you're dls-
appointed. But I don't like biscuits
and holey. anyway. Id much rather
have sdne good old toast and couple
Of frid eggs"
| Looked at him sadly.
"Py made fish cakes" | said.
"Thev are all reudy--to serve just
keepig hot in the spider. And there
are bans in that pot-with tomato
sauce And"
"vhy the biscuits, them" Jim
oske, scornfully. Every child knows
thatbrown bread and fish cakes and
bcak 90 together Sundays. There .
Srgcous breakfast without the bis
cults,
"Iiorgot the brown bread" l con-
fesss. And ! don't know how to
mag it," ,,,
.iou 20 in and sit down and I'll
mac the toast and dish things up, .
III said, comfortingly. you've stood
or this stove long enough. Now
rh.r
SO I ran. feeling vastly comforted,
id as II / were rather grateful TO
ne biscuits and so bringing out the
)asic tenderness of Jim's nature. And
breakfast turned into delightful meal,
free from arguments or acrimony and
so Jolly that il almost seemed as IL
it must have cleared up outside to
match our gay mood.
Even washing the dishes was a jolly
performance. for Jim insisted on help
ing me, and he was so quick and help
full that we were all Strengthened out
in n third the time is usually takes
me to do the work alone. With fur
Their assistance. the living room was
quickly put to rights. the beds were
made and the whole place was put in
fine order.
Jim pulled out his watch when we
had finished.
Only 1:45," he said in a disap-
pointed voice. "Gee! What are We
going to do with this long day."
"We've lived through other Sun
days" | laughed.
Il know; but it's tantalizing to be
shut in in the spring when you've a
car fairly demanding to be driven. !"
funny Mr.. Perry hasn't telephoned
TO insist that we take him out in spite
OF the weather." | said.
Hes probably amusing himself
nicely" Jim began, and then, as if a
malicious fairy had waved a wand, his
face changed from boyish sweetness
TO curt. male intentness. I'll have
10 20 over there" he said jerkily. 81
may get stuck in the mud and have
to talk. This rain is making pulp
81 the road. But I'll start and see
what | can do"
Leaving me TO get through the long
day MS best / can" / said quietly.
IN be back as soon as j can make
it," Jim said.
why don't you offer to take me?"
| asked.
"Why-er-come IL you want to-"
Jim said.
His elaborate attempt to be cordial
failed. 1t froze me to the marrow.
Why should he want TO go 10 Nicholas
Perry's of a Sunday without me? Why,
indeed, unless he has business he
doesn't want me to know about? And
what can that business be but some
thing that concerns Arlette Ynlleau
and the odd looking woman with whom
whom she is pictured in the Sunday
rotogravurc. My breath caught.
tried to think fast and sanely. Was
it my duty to let Jim 20 without pro-
iest-or was it no more than right
for me TO insist on knowing something
more OF this diane Petruzzi" who
sounded like a medieval heroine and
dressed like relic of the Civil War?
"You can't go until you've told me-"
| began.
Jim pushed me aside with an ex-
of impotence.
"I'm in n hurry" he said. "Don't
bother me-"
As Jim fairly showed me out Of the
way and rushed out to the garage. |
stood there helpless, wondering what
/ could do if Jim chose TO keep all the
important matters OF his life secret
from me.
"How can / make Jim want to con-
fide in me?" ! asked myself. allow
can make him feel that / understand