El Paso herald. (El Paso, Tex.) 1901-1931, 1912-09-18
HE THIRD YEAR
4 By MABEL
HERBERT URNER

Warren put down his book ~An
right. Guess it's getting a bit rough
for you Want me to bring this pill
low?"
He helped her down to the state
room Helen had hoped he would
come in but he threw in the rug and
pillow and LETT her with brief Try
to get nap, you'll feel all right by
dinner"
The room seemed close and the mo-
ton - the ship worse than on deck
There is nothing so depressing as sea-
sickness and as Helen lay there listen
ing to the throbbing machinery and
dashing waves her eyes filled with
tears of sheer dependency But the
swaying motion soon rocked her into
an uneasy sleep.
How are you now?" Warren was
hanging up his coat and steamer cap
He mad turned on the light and Helen
could see through the stateroom win
dow that it was already dark Had
a good nap?" :.
She tried to rise, but a sudden lurch
sent her back against the pillow
Pretty heavy sea-" as he showed
back the steamer trunk that had slid
from under the berth. Guess were
going to have a night of it"
"Oh dear is 1t it getting Worser
We'll, it's not getting any better
How do you feel about dinner? Think
you'd rather stay where you are?
I'm afraid III have to- I'm so
dizzy
'All right. the stewardess will bring
you what you want There'u not be
many down tonight. See here, we
can't have this window openT
''Oh, Warren, don't shut that!
@'Why not?"
~oh. it's So close in here I couldn't
stand it"
well, this has got to be shut. Can't
have the waves coming in here and
getting everything soaked.
The Window Dispute.
But they're not coming in now
No but they may any moment. The
winds getting around this side"
But I'll watch" pleadinSly.
Huh, the whole place would be
flooded before you'd know it" And
Warren with his knee on the couch be-
gan closing the window.
"Oh, Warren, please DON'T I'll be
deathly sick here without air
Now, for heavens sake, don't get
one of your unreasonable fits. told
you the wind was shifting to this side,
and the window has to be closed 1t
isn't the air you want half as much
as your own way. Now, If you're go
ing to begin that" as he saw Helen
was on the verge of tears, here's
where get out.
He took some cigars from his grip,
thrust them into his vest pocket, and
slammed out of the StaterOom.
bling brOkenly. The blood rushed to
her head, increasing her dizziness and
the feeling OF suffocatiOn.
Helen had always said that she could
do without everything except air. This
had often been q point OF contention
between her and Warren Even in the
coolest weather she wanted the bed
room windows open wide at night And
sometimes, when he slammed them
down growing that 1t was too IN
formally cold" she would sleep on the
couch in the sitting room.
And now as she lay there nervous,
sick and dizzy her imagination made
the room seem far more sitting than it
really was A flame of, resentment and
Indignation was burning within her.
She glanced at the closed portfolio.
Then she rang for the steward.
Will you open that porthole?" when
the water will come in now do your
We'll, not Just yet, ma am, as he
Ioosened the ventilator.
The fresh air blew gratefully against
her face, and she lay back drinking it
in fiercely resentful that Warren,
knowing how much the air meant to
her had been so willing to deprive her
Of it now.
It was stadily growing rougher. But
however uncomfortable and sickening
the motion of q ship, it usually makes
one sleepy, and Helen dozed again. It
was almost 10 o'clock before Warren
came back.
What's that window doing open? %.
he demanded angrily.
For a moment Helen. awakened so
suddenly, was dazed. Then she an
sWered quietly.
Il couldn't stand it, Warren, it was
too close in here. I had the steward
open it"
We'll you'll have to stand it," as he
once more closed it. Were not going
TO have everything ruined just because
you want your way"
And scowling darkly. he cleared off
some things from the upper berth,
where he slept For several moments
Helen lay quite still, then she raised
herself on the pillow.
Warren, if you're going to keep that
ventilatOr closed all night, I'll have
to ask the stewardess if I can't sleep
in another stateroom."
This was so unexpected and so unlike
Helen that for a moment Warren was
disconnected. Then he snarled:
You try anything like that, and
you'll be good and sorry"
The bell was on the wall where