My Marriage Problems
Adele Garrison's New Fhaso of "Revelations of a Wife."
The Music to Which lMcky tame
Home to Madge and tlaire.
"B hat’s the matter?'' Claire Fes
ter asked, ax I stood staring at the
Open kitchen cupboard in the Bliss
apartment. "You look as if you d Just
remembered an appointment at the
dentist's "
I wanted to retort that I felt as
Jf 1 had just completed the appoint*
mnnt. Instead, I waved iny band to
ward tho fragile, exquisite glass and
china upon the upper shelves of the
cupboard.
"There s reason enough for any
housewife s dismay." I said. "There
Isn't a common dish In tho place.
I cant’ use those. Suppose I should
break them?"
She reached up a negligent hand,
took dow n one of I lie cups and held
it out to me gingerly.
"I suppose that's some more be
loved old stuff.” she said, a note of
good-humored contempt in her voice.
1 took it from her carefully, and
looked It over, a charming thing of
ancient vintage, incongruous enough
in this prosaic New York apartment
house. It belonged with lofty panel
led rooms tn stately old houses such
t«s that of Aunt Dora Paige, where I
had witnessed Delta Fairfax’ marriage
to Alfred Durkee.
Flippant Philosophy.
Somewhere in my mental reference
file was an item to 'lie effect that
Jjieky once had spoken of little Mrs.
Bliss 'is belonging lo an old New Or
leans family, and the piece of china
confirmed t lie memory.
"It is indeed," I said putting it rev
erently back into llie closet.
"Do you mean to tell rue tlint any
sine woman uses those dishes every
day, and takes care of them herself?
Claire demanded incredulously.
"There are such women left In the.
World." I said drj ly.
"They belong on tho shelves with
the china, then,” stio retorted. "Is
averj thing old up there?"
"No, but it's all unusually good—
^nd rare," 1 answered. "Tomorrow I
*ha!l go to the nearest five and ten
and buy some dishes to use while we
are her*"
"And until then, don’t eat your
heart out if something should be
broken,” she said flippantly. "There's
filling in the world which can't be
paid for.”
"Making Yourself at Home.”
"Is that your philosophy?" The j
query sprang involuntarily from my
lips, mid the next second I was
ashamed of having said it. To cover
it. I muttered something nervously
about making out the grocery list,
and began looking through the cans
of supplies left by the mistress of the
little apartment.
I paid tribute to her tliriftiness nnd
management as I did so. Kxcept for
staple groceries which would not de
teriorate in her absence of a month,
her cans were practically empty.
There was enough coffee for one mak
ing, the same amount of tea, small
amounts of sugar, salt, pepper, spices
.and small amounts of cleaning pow
ders.
With the certain knowledge that
Dicky would be sulky in proportion
to the amount of shopping he had to
do. 1 resolved to use the supplies I
found, all of which were of standard
brands, to be found in any good store,
■and to replace them with good meas
ure when I left .
f put dow n on the list for Dicky
only the things for the morning's
breakfast, fruit, cereal, butter, bacon,
eggs and an order for morning cream,
rolls and ice. While I thus busied
myself, Claire, w ho had pretended not
to hear my query as to her phisophy,
prowled around the apartment, han
dling the books and small articles of
bric-a-brac with a freedom and care
lessness that made me exceedingly
nervous.
She finished her peregrinations at
the phonograph, where she put on a
record which l recognized as one of
the highest priced ones. Dicky canto
in as tiie strains of a really wonder
ful cello sounded through the robin.
"Making yourself at home. I see,"
he asked as he shrugged out of his
topcoat.
"I always do." she retorted. "Pc
lire! Hut that thing's slow! I'm go
ing to quicken it.”
Without lifting the needle, she
swiftly drew back the lever regulat
ing I ho speed. There was a grating
sound, and Dicky and I gave a simul
taneous gasp of dismay. He sprang
forward, lifted the needle and stopped
the machine.
I waited tensely to hear what he
would say, for I knew' that she had
run counter to two of his most pro
nounced prejudices—against Jnterfer
ring with the mechanism of a phono
graph .and against making free with
possessions not one's own.
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JIMMY RABBIT
ONCE MORE
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CHAPTER XXXII.
A Midwinter .Move.
Mr. and Mrs. Rabbit and their son,
Jimmy, were ready to set out on their
search for a new house. Because a
family of fierce Weasels had come
to live opposite them, they no longer
dared stay in the hollow' tree, where
they had intended to pass the. winter.
Everything in the house was packed
In three bundles. And now Mr. Rab
bit shouldered the biggest one, Mrs.
Rabbit picked up the medium sized
one and little Jimmy seized the small
est bundle. While his father and
mother were taaing one last look all
around, to make sure they weren't
leaving anything behind, Jimmy Rab
bit crept to the door And pepped out.
"Oh, Pa!" he cxclaim-d in a whis
per. "Como here, quick.”
"What !s it?" asked his father.
‘‘What's the matter?”
'There's a Weasel watching our
do ii way!" Jimmy told 1.1m jreatli
lonely.
“My! My," said Mr. Rabbit In a
t.nie of disappoint u nr. "Wo can't
1*. i«i now. It woq'dr ■ he safe. Well
Iia\e ii. wait uu i: he'i gene”
So they sal down upon their bun
dles and looked at one another glumly.
Now and then Jimmy stole to the door
and peered out. And each lime he
looked he said that the Weasel was
still there.
"Well have to spend another night
right here," Mr. Rabbit announced at
last.
"Oh. dear! Then we must unpack
everything," Mrs. ltahbit wailed.
"It can't be helped,” he.* husband
told he- "We II pack again early to
morrow morning and start out while
the Weasels are asleep."
And that was exactly what they
did. Mr. Rabbit said they were lucky
to get away.
"It's a wonder,” lie remarked,
“that one of those Weasels didn't
crawl into our house."
“I’m glad we couldn't leave last
night," Jimmy Rabbit's mother ex
claimed. “It's beginning to snow
now. If I'm not mistaken, there 11
be a heavy snowfall; and those ter
rible tVeasels won't ho able to track
ns. They won't know where we've
gone." i
The Rabbit family were in high
spirits as they hurried through I lie
woods. But all at once little Jimmy
give a squeak of dismay and stopped
short.x
"My red sled!" lie cried. "I’ve
left it behind! I'm going back for it."
"You mustn't.” his father told him.
“It's ft pity to lose-the sled. But per
haps it will teach you not to l>c t^r
getful."
Jimmy Rabbit sniveled a hit as tlirv
started on again. And pretty soon Ins
mother dropped her bundle upon the
ground and threw up lmr paws.
"Land sakes," she shrieked. “ I
came away and left my best bon
net. I certainly can't lose that.”
"Von certainly can't go back,” Mr.
Rabbit told her sternly. "It’s a shame
lo lose your best bonnet, especial
ly when we’re moving into a new
neighborhood, where folks will stare
at us. ”1 trust.” he added, "{ trust,
Mrs. Rabbit, this will teach you to
look around our next home, before
we move away from it.”
Again they started on. Jimmy and
his mother looked finite downcast.
Hut Mr. Rabbit walked with a very
manly air, as if he felt finite proud
that he hadn't forgotten anything.
And then—then he came to a halt.
"My dressing gown,” he bellowed.
“I left it hanging behind the front
door. And I wouldn’t lose it for
worlds. I’ve had it for years and
years. Wait here, you two, and 1 11
run back and get it.”
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8il«nce, Sii'l* thundered Mr Rabb®
interrupting tuna
"Get my sled, loo, r,i," cried Jlm
niv .
Mr. Rabbit was just about to leap
over a log when his wife laid hold of
his coat-tails.
"You shan't go one step hack,” she
cried. "It wouldn't he safe. Besides,
I'm glad you've lost that old dressing
gown. I've begged and begged you to
throw it away,”
Mr. Rabbit struggled to free him
self. But lie couldn't escape. And fi
nally lie stopped trying.
"Probably," said his son, .Timmy,
i hen. “it's a good thing you left
> our dressing gown, Pa. It ought to
teni-h you-” »
"Silence, sir," thundered Mr. Rabbit,
interrupting him.
1 'And picking tip his bundle, which
hr had dropped in the snow, Mr. Rah
hit marc hed forward with a very se
vere look upon his face.
--
Tomorrow—ITirle Isaac Bunny
Helps Mr. Babbit and then does some
j tiling odd.
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Problems That Perplex I
Answered by
BEATRICE FAIRFAX
You NVed Backbone.
Dear Miss Fairfax: I am a school
teacher, a rut I have a companion
teacher in the same school, a country
school. In about the middle of Sei>
tember she told me that her brother
was coming from New York to visit
her. When he eame she introduced
ns" and he took a liking to me at lirst
sight.
Now he is walking in another town,
but for a while he was here and walk
ed out to our sciioolhouse every day
for a week straight.
He used to,bug me and wanted to
kiss me and expressed bis deep love
for me. but l'(l just refuse. To tell
1h» truth, I don't like him one bit.
but because hi is nty companion's
brother 1 pretend and way to
him sometimes. He writes, and in
©very letter expresses his love and
that he wishes he had ine there, that
his arms are hungry for hie. I don't
like to read such letters, lie also
sends ine a box of candy every week.
For Christinas he gave me a leather
handbag, which I know was expen
sive. Kefore, he sent me an ivory
frame and a gold jewel box. I don't
like to accept anything, but he said
if I refused to take it he would
smash it up and send nie the remains.
1 don’t like to be two-faced. Will
you please tell me what to do so as
not to hurt my companion's feelings
(also his), for she is counting me as
a future sister-in-law.
Should 1 return all he has riven
£.
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