The Richmond palladium and sun-telegram. [volume] (Richmond, Ind.) 1907-1939, 1913-10-16
Married Life
the Second Year
BY MABEL HERBERT URNER.

Helen was sitting out in the yard
under the trees, sewing on little
white dress for Winifred. 1t was the
second week of her convalesence. The
color had returned to her cheeks and
she was rapidly gaining strength. Win
fired lay on a rug at her feet, playing
with large maltese cat, that stretch
ed itself lazily on the grass and sub
mitted, with lofty Indifference to her
caresses.
Through the open sitting-room win
dow came the hum Of sewing ma
chine. For the last few days, Mrs.
Parker, the village dressmaker, had
been sewing there.
Helen had sent to ST Louis for sam
pies of dimities and lawns and had
ordered enough to make several dain-
ty summer dresses for both herself
and Winifred And now Mrs. Baker and
mother and Aunt MOllie were all help
ing to make them.
They were glad that she should
have this interest and diversion dur
ing the tedium of her cOnvalescene.
But to Helen it meant far more than
that She was planning to go back to
Warren with some pretty fresh sum-
mer dresses to make herself and Wini-
fred as dainty and attractive as she
could.
A SECOND HONEYMOON.
And we are going to begin over
again" His last words still sung in
her heart She wanted to make her re-
turn something of a second honey
moon, and happier and more beautiful
than the first.
She was planning countless little
ways by which she could make him
love her more. She would never let
him see her carelessly dressed again.
Every morning she would put on a
dainty gown and every evening dress
for dinner more carefully than she ev-
er had before.
And she would try not to show her
love quite so much. She would be more
reserved, more elusive. She would
make him seek her caresses. She
would not give them unasked-and
perhaps he would value them more.
Helen ordered much over the long
talk she had with her father, just af-
ter Warren left. She realized the value
of his advice, even that part which had
hurt her most. From what | had seen
of Warren | Judge he is man who
would become satiated with love too
freely given. | know all the tender
ness of your nature and how you
crave for affection. But, Helen, L be-
lieve you would receive more from
Warren if you gave him less"
And now, she was going to give him
less. Not that she would be so appar-
emily cold that he would divine her
purpose But she would be delicately,
oh oil
feel that now having been away from
him so long, she could not help but
be a little different, that absence had
made him something of a stranger,
and that only by his love could he win
her anew.
The soft color deepened in her face
as she planned and dreamed all the
possibilities of happiness their reun-
ion would bring.
She remembered wildly a novel she
had once read, in which a woman had
always held her husband lover by
her very alOftness, by reserve and
mystery with which she surrounded
herself. And feeling that he had new
or quite won her, he remained even an
ardent woOer.
THE SECRET OF POcc ESsION
of assured possession, of nothing
more to attain, that brings safety in
married life.
While Helen had vaguely realized
this, blinded by her own deep, unwav-
ering love- she had tried to believe
that Warren's love would be as unfal-
tering.
This is the greatest injustice of sex,
that, once having won a woman's love,
the man can afford to be himself
but the woman never can. Upon her
rests always the anxiety of keeping
his love. She can never quite afford to
be Just herself" Part of her mature
she must withhold and part of it she
must dissemble.
Helen, can you come in now and
Try this one" her mother called from
the porch.
1t was a dainty blue and white dim
ity house gown, and, as Helen tried
it on before the mirror, she was hap
PLY conscious that it made her look
very young and girlish. Her illness
seemed only to have accentuated the