The Richmond palladium and sun-telegram. [volume] (Richmond, Ind.) 1907-1939, 1913-10-25
Married Life
the Second Year
ev MABEL HERBERT URNER.

THAT red light way over there be-
You'd the light house-what do you
suppose that is?"
Just some tramp steamer, ans
wered Warren, "a lot of them pass
along out there
And there's another motor boat!
How aggressive they sound, such an
assertive snorting, isn't it? Look. you
can see it noW-it's coming into that
strip of moonlight Oh, and hugh
wave rolled up almost to their feet.
Hadn't we better move back a little?"
well 20 in now in moment,
drawing out his watch. ITS twenty
minutes to nine"
"Oh, that isn't late and its's so love
ly out here" pleaded Helen. See, we
can move Winifred back without wax
ing her" gently pulling the steamer
rug upon which Winifred was sleep
ing. oh look, ! love to watch the
waves roll up like that. 1t seems as
though each one was trying to go be-
yond the other. See how they fall
back to gather force for another effort.
Warren yawned and leaned back on
the sand. He had taken off his coat
and folded il up under his head, and
as he lay stretched out there in the
moonlight. the strong lines OF his fig
ure had never shown to better ad-
vantage.
ADMIRING WARREN.
Six feet and 100 pounds, Helen
thought proudly as she looked at him.
From the first time long ago Warren
had told her his height and weight
they had been to her ever since the
standard of mans DhVSiQue.
1t is d curious thing that a slight,
delicate, refined woman will worship
the splendid physique Of the man she
loves far more than would a courser
grain.
To her. Warren's broad chest, his
long clean limbs, and iron muscles
were an ever present cause for pride
and delight And when anyone spoke
of a fine looking man she would ask
quickly:
"How tall is he? About what does he
weigh"
And if the answer was less than
six feet and 100 pounds she would
make no comment. but her silence
would be full of superior conscious
ness of Warrens physical perfection
And now she ran her hand along the
shirt-sleeves arm that law beside her
THE NOTES.
"You won't take cold dear, without
your coat?"
Nonsense, On night like this?"
For several moments they watch ed
the sea in silence, while she softly
poured sand over his Out-stretched
hand.
Doesn't that feel cool? Don't you
love the feel of sand?"
He submitted indifferently while she
buried his hand in the sand and then
tunneled her own under to meet it.
The faint white sail of distant yes
sci passed now through the strip OF
moonlight. The waves rolled up near
er and nearer, leaving an outline OF
seething white froth.
The revolving light of the light
house flashed up and out again, the
moon shone clearly from a break ir
the clouds. And over it all was the
fresh salt smell and the haunting roal
of the sea.
Warren, do you remember that ev
ening before we were married wher
We sat on the beach and buried those
notes in the sand?''
What notes?"
"Oh, don't you remember? We eact
write on slip of paper the thing
we most wished for, and then we fold
ed them up and put them between
two clam shells and buried them
Surely you haven't forgotten that?"
well, what of it,"
ooh, I've often wondered what you
wrote, | thought then that some time
In years after we'd come back and di.
them up and read them. l tried to re
member the place, to mark it by ;
distant tree and cottage. Isn't that thu
way you locate buried treasures?"
'Hm-m"
What did you write, Warren" d.
tell me, I've often wanted to know!
Heavens! l don't remember now!
oh, you do-surely you do! 1t wa
to be the thing you wished for NOR
than anything else in the world. Yo1
couldn't have forgotten that.
Probably didn't write anything
WAS just humoring one of you
whims. George! shaping his ankle
there's another of those Internal mos
auitoes. Did you have that net pu
over our bed today?"
Yes, dear. and one over Winifred'
cot I told the housekeeper we mus
have them"
well, should say so. 1magin
running a hotel down here withou
screenst Come on, getting up AM
shaking the sand from his clothes 60
want to get some sleep tonight"