El Paso herald. (El Paso, Tex.) 1901-1931, 1913-04-10
The Husband Question

lhe husband Y u e StIOn
Beatrice Minor Is in Grave Doubt as
10 the Man She Loves Most,
and Calls Up Helen.
By Virginia Terhune Van de Water
~ EATRICE MINOR had little leis-
X ure TO think Of her various love
affairs during the first few days
after her return to her city apartment.
While Mary had the place thoroughly
cleaned and set to rights, il always
takes a little time to get settled after
an absence Of many weeks, and, more
over. there were clothes to be bought
There was also a pleasure in get
ting entirely fresh outfits for the chill
dren-
Jean, true to the instinct Of her sex,
found JOY in accompanying her mother
on her shopping tours and IN trying
on pretty hats, dresses and coats. Not
.1Sicz OF the city,
"Geel" he sighed. I'm sick Of this
old city already 1 wish we lived in the
country"
His depression was lightened by the
information impaired by his mother
one morning as they sat at breakfast
Kiddie,' she said, Il have a letter
from Mrs Robbins and she cells me
they are all coming back 10 town in q
week Isn't that fine2"
Good" exclaimed Jack and Jean.
''Then we will see Dick and Dora
often"
Their mother paid little heed TO their
chatter, for she was reading another
letter This letter had been posted
from western town
Beatrice, unfamiliar with Keith
LacyiS handwriting. had not thought
for the moment that the second epis-
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had been written on the train, and
was short II told her that as the
distance between the writer and the
reader increased he thought more of
her and Of his love for her. I viii
live on the hope Of what your answer
VIII be when return next month";
he added
She appreciated with a sudden oualrn
that she must soon face the old prob
lens, and she was more doubtful than
ever before as to whether she loved
this ardent young man. She thought
OF Dr. Haynes-yes. she felt no thrill
But when her mind turned for an in
slant to the bandaged and swathed
form she had seen carried past her
door less than a week agO her heart
gave a sickeniug thrOb.
YeaEer in Town.
What did IT mean2 she asked herself
Did she care more for Paul Maynard
only more remOrseful because she had
not treated him fairly2 She had had
no way of leaning what mis- condition
was since his sOJourn in the hospital,
but she determined suddenly to know.
DIP. EeageF was probably In town
somewhere, she did not know where.
Well she would ascertain from Helen
TO what hospital Paul Maynard had
let her friend suspect how eager she
was 10 learn of Maynard'S where
abOuts and his condition. After break
fast she went to the telephone and was
n
ton She must give some reason TO
Helen Robbins for calling her up, so
she made Keith Lacy's letter an ex-
cuse- when greetings were exchanged
Beatrice came 10 the pointer what
she pretended was the point
Ny dear" she said, Il just called
you Up to tell you that got a letter
from Keith this morning-Written on
the train I thought you might like
TO know that ne was very we'll"
oh, thank YOU replied Mrs Rob
bins. but you might have saved
yourself the trouble Of telephoning
just for that and incidentally adding
thirty-five cents TO your telephone
bill, for I got a postal myself from
at the same time that your letter
was"
Beatrice Stammers.
Then, as there was a moments sill
ence. Beatrice made an effort TO speak
naturally. failing signally-
'Oh, Helen she stammered. what
do you hear from all the people we
saw so much Of this summer"
Nothing from the women" said
Helen, somewhat stiff1y- You know.
I suppose that Robert NIaynard's
wedding cards are out. and. of course,
you know all about DR.. Haynes. and
also that Uncle Henry is out west
again"
She stopped Beatrice felt herself
flush with embarrassment But she
would not be fOiled now.
And what about-abO ut-PaUl May
nard?" she burst forth desperately
why, Beatrice" was Helen's an
noyed exclamation. 'SYOu know per-
fectly wen that he is in a hospital in
New York;
what hOspitaIe" asked Beatrice,
her voice quivering with excitement
Helen named the hospital coldly,
then fired a verbal bomb.
Il suppose, Beatrice she said cut
tingly, that you really called me up
to talk about other people, rather than
u tell me about my poor Keith"
ooh, Helen How can YOU say such
q. thing" protested Beatrice, amazed
Because" was the cold reply you
evidently do not care as much for
that dear brother Of mine as you do
for-sOmeone else"
With which enigma teal remark the
conversation ended.