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Show MY HEART AND MY HUSBAND Adele Garruont New Phase of Revelations of a Wife i ; TUB (.MWrSt? MIM-K HAD OF TMO n i:ms. Our rose garden, a tangle of old-fashioned old-fashioned bushes. Into whtch I hav tried to Introduce some order and some of my favorite newer varieties, is separated sep-arated from ,the rest of the grounds by trellises of climbing roses, planted by former owners of the property, but which when we bought them were In a shocking state of neglect. Jim has worked wonders with them, however, and now Ihry rival the bay tree of ncrlpturnl tradition. They form such, in effective screen that one may stand on one side of them and be totally ua-itcn ua-itcn by a person on the other side. The w hole fragrant mass seemed drew sin 7 in the sunlight as 1 cams, scissor In hand, to the rarest blossom t I had. wonderful pink and cream buds ijuHt bursting; Into bloom. My slippered feel made no sound upon the turf, and for a minute or two I heard nothing I but the drone of the bees and the snip of my scissors. Then from the other nf the rose trellis suddenly cams Alfred lurkee's voice, tense. Impassioned Impas-sioned : HOHI OX KltllF.ARD. ."Hut I tell you I have made it all rtght with mother" j"'1 ' raaniiii Irt'la I- a tr fax xns wt-red : "Oh. but Alfred. 1 am so afraid she has only said ho because you have been so insistent, have over-persuaded her. Perhaps you have made her think that she will make you very unhappy if tha persists " Tn happy!" The word was like an explosive In Its sharp uutckness. "That in't the term a all for what my Ufa will be like without you. Or, Iila, sweetheart '." tie made a quick step toward her. I knew, because of the heavy crunching of his foot upon the graveled path. And with the sound I gathered my skirts around me and retreated noiselessly noise-lessly from their vicinity. I had been i too startled by the knowledge of their proximity as bet rayed by their voices to move from the spot where I had cllppt-d my last rose, for I had feared that they might hear the noise of my departure and realize they had a listener. lis-tener. Hut I guensed that with Alfred's last words he had gathered the girl into his arms, and 1 assured myself that they would pay no attention to anything but the most obvious of sounds beyond the rose trellis. 1 hurried back to the house, replaced re-placed the fading roses with the fresh ones, and then IJIlfan and I threw open the doors to IXcky standing chafing and Impatient outside. "HtM'OXV KATS." "Is this your Idea of five minute? he demanded. "I was delayed by having to changa the roes," 1 explained apologetically. "How long before you 8 re ready, so that I can tell Katie to serve dinner?" h, we'll be all through In fifteen minutes." IHcky returned loftily, "and that will Include my washing up afterward. after-ward. So you can have Male serve the first course in exactly a quarter of an hour." "I wouldn't advise you to follow that schedule exactly," 1,11 1 Ian commented amusedly as we walked up the stairs to my room. "I don't Intend to." T laughed back. "T shall tell Katie half an hour, and have her watch proceedings at that, for fear she may he delayed." "Wise lady." I,ilhsn commented. "Re the way, look out here a moment, will you "Out here." meant a view of tha lawn between our house and that of "1 j the mirkee. Across It, coming from the direction of the rose gardens, leiia Fairfax and Alfred Iurkee were sauntering, saun-tering, his head bent devotedly above hers, his hand clasping her elbow as if I she were a cripple in need of his con-j con-j stant support. And coming slowly to-j to-j ward them from the veranda of the iMirkee house was Alfred's mother, a , fluffy, dainty, little figure in lavender. "We've balcony seats for the third act of this little love drama." I,tllian remarked a bit flippantly. "Evidently we re just going to tell mamma. I can tell it from the set of Alfred's collar. A iid did you notice he didn't unci Inch when mother hove In sight 7 Too bsd our Horlul code prevents our staying -TTittt the ctirt.itrr-rtrops. I'd like to se the expression on mother's face when Son Alf breaks the glad, glad news." Hut I had already left the window, and in my own rooms a few seconds later 1 snatched my wondering baby from his crib nd hugged him passionately. For despite my irritation irrita-tion at little Mrs. lurkee's attitude, which my common srn"e condemned, f could comprehend the foolish, unreasoning unrea-soning but ho less real sorrow that was hers, .Fur I, too, was that mosi complex of all created creatures, the mother of an idolized son. |