El Paso herald. (El Paso, Tex.) 1901-1931, 1911-10-26
Married Life the Second Year
By Mabel Herbert Urner s css a'7;5

m HERE is something subtIy depres-
sing in putting away the clothes
Of one season and taking out
those OF the next.
There are always memories and as
sociattons that cling about them. If the
season has been a happy one. 1t Is with
regret that we realize It is past If IL
was an unhappy or even an Indifferent
one. we are filled with vague sadness
that another half year Of our life has
gone and brought US so little.
And there is always too. feeling
that we have failed to make the most
Of the time. There are suggestions OF
lost opportunities possibilities Of happi-
ness or achievement in the season now
ended. that we have missed
And now as Helen folded away her
summer dresses something OF all this
was IN her mind. She wondered, too,
what the next summer would be like
what changes might come before she
would again unpack these things
Would Warren and she be closer or
farther away? What gradual shifting
Of conditions might not another six
months bring2
There is too, a reminiscent sadness
about the things from the year before
And as she shook the CamphOr balls
from her furs and laid them in the win
dow to sun she could hardly nave an
alyEed her feeling OF depression
She thought of the day Warren had
bought them for her. She remembered
how he had said, as he rubbed his hand
over the soft fur: Looks just like you,
Kitten" How rarely he called her
kitten" now. How rarely he used any
pet name or any endeartng terms
AS she shook the creases from War
ren's heavy OvercOat something nut
tered from one Of the pockets They
were the stubs of theater tickets
Orchestra NJ. Dec. g."
She remembered the night a bitter
cold night with a deep snow from the
dav before and Warren had scOlded be-
cause she had forgot her ruDDers- she
had wanted to go to new proQ4em pay
but he had insisted on vaudeville. And
Ii had been q very poor DILL except Tor
a one act play. She smiled as she
thought of their heated argument on
the way home over the ethics involved
fin the sketch girl forced to choose
between stealing and going on the
Helen put the bits Of pasteboard back
into the coat pocket with foolish little
sentiment that since they had been
there so long she would not throw them
away. Then, instinctiTely, she went
through the other pockets-some
matches, a Cigaret, "a collar button lthe
cheap kind the laundries use), pencil
and a subway ticket Evidently she had
packed the coat away in hurry and
had forgotten to go through it.
There flashed through her mind a
story she had read not long DeLore OF
q wife emptyinE the pockets before
sending one of her husbands suits TO
the tailor-and finding a note which
proved his unfaithfuIness.
Helen stopped over and rubbed her
cheek against the coat with a sudden
rush of tenderness. At least she need
never fear thati She could go through
the pockets OF all his suits and find
nothing like that She Rugged that
thought to her now as she had many
times before.
do you want tOmatOe with the salad
UOuiEht-Or just the plain lettuceG'
asked Della, coming TO the door.
why tomatoes, il you have any nice
Ones-and a little green pepper. While
you're here, Della, help me lift out his
tray. No, want that chalr-we'd bet
ter put IL here on the floor. And Della
as she started out, heat an iron for me
II want to press out some things"
The dining room clock struck four.
and Helen realized that she must hurry
If she wanted TO get these trunks and !