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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 unpaclS these things. Would
Warren and she be closer or farther
away? What gradual shifting of condi-
tions might not another six months bring?
There is, too, a reminiscent sadness
about the things from the year before
And as she shook the camphor bolls from
her furs and laid them in the window
to sun them, she could hardly have ana
lived here 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
<et name or any endearing terms,
AS she shook the creases from War
ren's heavy overcoat something futtered
from one Of the pockets. They were the
stubs of theater Observation-Disclosures NJ.
Dec g."
She remembered the night bitter cold
night with a deep snow from the day
before. and Warren had scolded her be-
cause she had forgot her rubbers. She
had wanted to go to a new problem play,
but he had insisted on vaudeville. And
II had been a very poor BILL except for
a one-act play. She smiled as she
\ thought of their heated argument on the
May home, over the ethics involved in
the sketch a girl forced TO choose be-
tween stealing and going on the street.
Helen puts 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, instipctively, she went through the
other pockets-some matches, q cigarette,
collar button (the cheap, black kind
the laundries use), a pencil and a sub
way ticket. Evidently she had packed
the coat away In hurry and had for
gotten to go through it.
There flashed through her mind story
she had read not long before of a wife
emptying the pockets before sending one
Of her husbands suits to the tailor-and
finding note which proved his untaith-
fulness.
Helen stopped over and rubbed her
cheek against the coat with a sudden
rush of tenderness. At least she need
never fear that. 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
lines before.
do you want tomatoes with the salad
Fetonight-or Just the plain lettuce?' asked
Della, coming to the door.
why tomatoes. II you have any nice
Ones-and a little green pepper. While
III haf atrN e
tray No. I want that chair-we'd bet
ter put it here on the floor. And Della, u
as she started out 'heat an iron for me-
( want to press out some things"
The dining room clock struck T. and
Helen realized that she must hurry II
Ihe wanted TO get these trunks and boxes
feared away before Warren came.
Quickly she took out the rest OF the
winter clothes and packed in their place
Inc summer things, making a list of tho
contents Of each box and trunk. This
she always did, so II any one article was
needed before the others, it could easily
be found.
She never packed Warren's thing
separately. There was always a feeling
hat she wanted them with hers-it CAV,
4 certain sense OF intimacy seeing hi
clothes laid away with her own.
The irons hot, ma'am," called Dele
IAN right. but come help me here
/noment first. Here" handing her
Dencil and pad. make list Of thesl
.hings as / put them in
Della was not an expert penman. bu
The managed 10 write legibly the article
which Helen called out as she folded an,
packed then away.