The Nome daily nugget., 1935-07-09
SUSPICION
 8 By R. K. WILKINSON
c. Bell syndlcate.-wNU Service.
WHERE was no real cause for | 1t. None other than that Il strange, unexplalnable inner

Il strange, unexplalnable inner voice that Is woman's intuition.
 Anne Just began to sense the feel ing of suspicion when Gregg an nOunced he would have to stay at the office at least one night week.
 Its the depression" he told her. We've had to let lot of the boys go. Working overtime to fill In the gap"
 Anne fought the feeling, and yet it persisted.
 Why? She couldn't find an an- swer.
 Certainly Gregg had changed none In his attitude toward her.
 He was the same always-loving and kind and devoted.
 He'd been that way for two years.
 Two years of blissful, unbeley- able happiness-as far as Anne was concerned.
 Suspicion is the instigator of jealousy.
 It gnaws at ones soul.
 It is like a malignant disease.
 Time stimulates its growth.
 When one Is suspicious of ones husband one Is apt to brood rather than confide.
 Hence there was no relief, no es- cape from the torment.
 At the end of two months Anne found herself the victim of mental torture.
 Her health was affected.
 She lay awake nights wondering if Gregg really was working late every Wednesday night, conjurlng up pictures of how he spent his lunch hours, visualzing him keep ing secret rendezvous.
 She tried nightly to cast the thing from her mind
 Not a single instant did she en- certain the idea of accusing Gregg.
 The thought of doing so, only to discover her fears unfounded, struck terror to her heart.
 Nor did she consider trying to entrap him.
 She shuddered at thoughts of sinking so low as to sneak out and spy on him.
 Her love was greater than that.
 nd hn fn. I 1nt tor her closest friend, Helen Browning, said In jocular way:
 Saw that perfect husband of yours out riding with a rather at tractive girl last nlght,' It was as If Anne had been waiting for and expecting the announcement.
 She had all she could do to keep her nerves under control, to return Helens light, merry grin with a forced laugh and a bit of repartee.
 So 1t was true?
 Gregg was carrying on an affair with another wOmanl
 No, not Gregg!
 Not dear. kind, devoted Gregg!
 Not the Gregg whom she loved and worshiped and loved more dear. ly with each passing day.
 Impossible!
 Anne brushed the mist before her eyes and laughed.
 It wasn't true. It couldn't be.
 There was some explanation for it. And yet
 It was Wednesday night and when Gregg came in the hour was past 12.
 He looked wretchedly tired and miserable.
 Anne lay with book in her hand and pretended to read while he pre- pared for bed.
 "These late hours are knocking me for loop" He took off one shoe, yawned, stretched
 Had to take the stenog. home. You'd think q stenog. would have sense enough to live within walk ing distance of her job
 Anne became rigid.
 Stenographer.
 Anne remembered the girl. A blonde
 It would have to be blonde!
 Sleek and young and Tn cheap sort of way beautiful!
 But shallow, like most girls who pound typewrlters and chew gum. Anne waited week.
 She was going to give Gregg every opportunity to come to her, to be honest and fair about the whole thing.
 She waited a week because there was the bare possibility that she had been mistaken, that 1t was all product of imagination.
 And during the week she waited Anne tried to perceive in her hus- band some change, some noticeable difference in his demeanor that would betray his deceit.
 But Gregg remained the same. He looked tired and worn.
 His features revealed the strain of hard work, and more than once he mentioned that If the present pace continued to be maintained at the office, he'd be a physical wreck.