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Show i I LOVE and MARRIED LIFE Xkj, the noted author I Mali MGlone Gibson MY HUSBAND I "No, no. ! didn't mean hat! I couldn't mean i ' ' I heard a voir, baj In low ion- - i, bl ndi d protest and horror f A cold shudd. i t-hoi.k me from head to fooi I look, d up quickly iurtivoly -as John pushed a.i annoyed race above his newspaper, with grim And thrn I realized that he voice vas r, nof hlQ: that he had been siient. a? Usual, behind th- effectlvi k teen of I his newspaper which stood propped tlD by the water bottle and held in pi.no by the calt and prPPpr shakers. "What did jou say?' ho inquired gruffly "if inus, Ulk speak out, I EP11'1 'ou, so 1 ha t one can hear" You 1 Inould know by this time that I detest I Ffie mysterious whisperings which take my mind from my paper and yet pre roo innlst.ru ! for me to under Asain a convulsive shudder swept lrtr me. I caught niv hands tlgntly I gether in my lap as the realiEatlon JM I l'ned upon me that It had been mv own strained voice, in horrified denlai, XT Jbat had annoyed my husband and yet H lftat quick, terrified exclamation had H Jomf a unconsciously as had the aw-Mi aw-Mi wish whirh it denied 1M. 'What shall I answer"' I asked my K lit. And then I breathed easier be- cause i saw ,),;,. my M(. partner had jf Calmly raised his newspaper to a hlgh- IJ frangle. again obscuring his face, and roin what I could hear seemed io be I Lcf'dlDR wilh n'6 breakfast and the JPorUng news with nis usual noise and As was his wont he did not expect m answer to his question. Already , P teemed to have forgotten thai I spoken at all. Nothing disturbed m Bllence of the room exenpt the mtling of the newspaper, as John "rned to the first page, and I knew was reading some of the news rleB, the headlines of which he had I probably glanced over before I came j down I had overslept and I did not 1 want to be reproved like a small child j lor my tardiness. 1 realized that my hands were damp ; witb perspiration, and I forcec myself I to open them quietly and pour a up I of coffee. The noise of the flowing 'liquid must have reached my h'isband's j j consciousness, for without a word he ! passed his cup to me Silently I filled It. Then I had to cull his attention to I 'the fact that I was holding it out to him, for his eyes werp glued tc the pn-1 per which he now was holding before i his face. Hurriedlj he took the cup lrom my, i hand and looked at his watch as the rumble of the motor told him that the I car was at the door In his haste he swallowed nls cof-j i fee noisily and I had all that I could 1 do to keep my rasped nerves from oro-! testing: As It was, 1 must haie R)0?ed Uneasily, for he pu1 his paper down and for the lirst lime that morning, gave me a seeing glance. "What is the trouble? Aivm't you j well?" he Inquired perfunctorily. (Without waiting for a reply he con-, Itlnued: 'The trouble with you is. von jdon't have enough to do, You don't1 exercise enough You make mountains! of every little ill you have. Look at I me I didn't get in 'til all hours of the ; morning! " I found my voice here in time to Bay: "i was aware of that," but h though I had not spoken, he went on "and you see how fit I am thi morn- lag!" "I wr.nted io Interpolate Just here, I ' Yes, 1 H"e how fit you are, nnd I also realize thai tit" long hours In which I i waited lleeplessly for your coming last! might, probably passed all loo qulokly for you." But be Torn 1 could find ny word i 1 ' peak he bad continued In a, would be JOCUli r manner; j 1 "You look so pule and washed out this morning' Are you going to be one of those women who, If their hus band stays out a little later nan us ual a night the next day har a headache head-ache which mould belong to him?' I did not speak I could not A.8 1 looked in the glass behind him. I knew he was right I did look pale 'and washed out. I saw that my tea turea were drawn but I knew it was ecause I was tellmc myself that I was the Wickedest woman in the worlo Mh very wickedest' I, Kate Gordon, had wished that my husband, the man to whom I had been married barel three years the fathei of my baby were dead! i ( 'ont inued Morula |