South Bend news-times. (South Bend, Ind.) 1913-1938, 1913-09-25
MARRIED LIFE THE
FIRST YEAR AFTER
THE HONEYMOON
BY Mabel Herbert Urner.
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All that Helen had ever heard or
read about mothers care before
the coming of her child she now read
and put into practice
The reading of cheerful books, and
keeping of herself from worry and
anxiety and her thoughts on pleasant
things, the wearing Of light, dainty
clothing. and having flowers and pref
" things about her. To her diet she
gave the most careful concern-plen-
ty Of fruit and nourishing food She
drank no coffee nor tea, but plenty of
milk, always glass of warm milk at
night.
Faithfully every day after luncheon
she would lie down for a nap. She
was harboring all her strength to
meet the need that was to come.
For diversion, Warren took her to
number of concerts and light op-
eras. And as she sat beside him. her
hand held close in his, under the
programme or a fold of her wrap.
she let herself drift to the strains of
the music about her and the wonder
full song within herself-and knew
that life was giving her of it's best.
She had long neglected her piano,
but now she spent hours playing soft
~, dreamily, sweet old-fashioned mel.
OdieS that she played by ear, while
her mind lowered about the wonder
of the next few months-and all that
they would mean
Her keencr Sympathics.
Even the hand-OrSan man received
an unusual number of pennies She
seemed to find a melody in his grind
ing airs that she had never noticed
before. And, too, there seemed q
new pathos in the old and withered
Italian couple who day after day
pushed by their heavy organ, looking
up 20 the windows for pennies THAI
SO rarely came
Helen's sympathies were keener.
and the demands on them more fire.
quent than ever before. She could
pass no beggar. no blind or crippled
peddler without needing their appeal.
And Warren. who had always been
strongly opposed To promiscous aims
giving now made no protest when she
asked him to give that poor old
man something"
And when he dropped a coin in
some trembling, palsied hand. she
would press closer against his arm.
Now that we are SO happy-it
seems so hard To see unhappiness in
others. If one could only help them
all-in some real way-some way
that would give them courage and
hope. oh. there is so much suffer-
ing-I seem to see il more now than
ever before"
But you mustn't. dear. Now is
the time you mustn't think of such
things.
Warren is Kinder.
oh, I know. / know. and yet I
can't help it. l feel everything so
much more keenly. And the children
the poor little street children who
are born in Ignorance and disease
who are never given a chance! oh,
Warren. if One could only help those
children-help them TO selp them
selves
Hush. dear. YOU mustn't dwell on
things like that If YOU think of them
at all. try TO think that there is an
eternal justice in all things-and that
somewhere, sometime. all that now
seems hard and cruel will be made
right"
Warren had never been given TO
moralizing. and yet now he often
surprised himself in his desire to
comfort and reasSure her And her
trust and clinging dependence on him
/ now was complete. She took 10 him
all the little perpleXities with which
/ she would never bother him before.
She was no longer afraid of him.
4 She no longer hesitated 20 ask his
advice or help in anything that might
/ contribute to her comfort or peace
/ of mind. For she felt that il w9s not
/ only her welfare that was to be con-
I sidered. but the welfare Of something
J dear to them both.