Wood County reporter. [volume] (Grand Rapids [i.e. Wisconsin Rapids], Wis.) 1857-1923, 1895-08-01
THEIR FIRST QUARREL.

Il think you're very unreasonable"
said Helen Mort>n, tearfuIly.
Sand [ think yoE'Te very selfish"
said Dick Morton, angrily
"But you talk so foolishly,'' SAID
Helen
at all depends on the ptint of view,
| suppose" returned her husband,
loftily.
well, I'm going to that masquerade
party, and you may just as we'll make
up yo- mind TO it right now
Il lay just as we'll make up my
mind, then, that you are going to do
just exactly as you please, regardless
of my wishes or my Judgment" said
Dick
when your judgment is as much at
fault as it appears to be in this in
stance, you may make UP your mind
that | shall exercise my own judg-
ment"
Your What?" inquired Dick, sarcas-
tically, and Helen was 50 angry at this
last shot that she flOunced herself out
of the room.
MIR. and Mrs. Morton, or "Dick and
Helen" as their friends always called
them, were an exceedingly young cou-
pie in more ways than one They had
been married just six months. Helen
was 10 and Dick was %. They had
always been very happy and agreed
perfectly about their mutual affairs
till the question of the mask ball came
up. The party was to be a large affair,
given at one of the cit lbs which num-
bered among it's members most of the
gay young bachelors of the town.
Dick did not like the young fellow
who had sent them the invitation
Paul Elliott had been little too atten-
tive to Helen of late to suit Dick, who
was trifie Jealous, as most husbands
of young, pretty women are Helen
was fond of attention. But she was
perfectly devoted to her husband. al
though she did love to tease him at
times, if only to convince herself that
Dick was as crazy about her as he
had been in the days of their engage
ment.
SO she pretended to f1irt with Paul
Elliott to Dicks intense annoyance and
chaGrin. He felt a little disappointed
in his young wife, for it seemed to him
that she had rather stopped to gain a
point when she would flirt or pretend
TO tirt For he did not in the bottom
of his heart believe that Helen was in
earnest. so when she had said to him
that morning at breakfast, 81 sent Our
accGptanceS for the mask ball. Dickie.
''Dicllie" answered that he did not care
to go to the mask ball, and that. of
course, he did not want her to go
without him. One word had led to an
other, till finally Helen lost her temper
and Dick Immediately did likewise.
He lighted cigar and started off
downtown, without seeing Helen. 1t
was the first time he had ever left the
house without kissing her goodbye
and she watched him from an upper
window with a lump in her throat and
an angry quicker between her pretty
brOwS
'rAll right, Mr.. Dick" she said, def
antly, brushing tear away at the
same time. You can be spunky and
so cam l. III 90 to that mask ball if
have to get divorce to do it,
And the silly little GIRL immediately
began her arrangements for her COS
tune and mask. She telephoned to her
friends the Browns, Who, she knew.
were going, and asked them to take
her with them. They gladly dssented
Helen decided to Wear an oid-faSh-
Toned gown, made in the style of the
frocks of colonial days. 1t was of 4
rich yellow brocade and, as the
modiste said to her, would suit her
brunette beauty wonderfully we'll.
The low neck cut rounded off at the
sides and showed the beautiful curves
OF her throat and shoulders, which
were very white and dimpled. Helen
WAS very we'll satisfied with her aD-
pearance il the costume and ordered it
sent home. Then she bought a dainty,
yellow ostrich feather fan. and amber
satin slippers ard silk stockings of the
same hne. Long, yellow suede gloves
completed her purchases, and she went
home to luncheon tired and unhappy,
but with renewed determination.
IudI uISIlI sic eulSIudlIleu 1T Qln-
ner, and the guests did not perceive
the GOODNESS in Mr.. and Mrs. Morton's
attitude toward each other. The host
and hostess were too we'll bred to let
it be seen.
The next night at 8 o'clock, Helen
stood in her room gazing in the long
cheval mirror. Her powdered hair
was very becoming, and che turned in
stlnctively to where Dick always stood
when they were dressing to go out, to
seek his admiration. But Dick was
not there, and with a smothered sob.
she gathered up her fan, gloves, bou-
quet and opera cloak and went slowly
down stairs.
where is your master, Mary?" she