South Bend news-times. (South Bend, Ind.) 1913-1938, 1913-09-22
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+ MARRIED LIFE THE :
4 FIRST YEAR AFTER
Z THE HONEYMOON !
BY Mabel Herbert Urner.
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no. they are not! And l put them
there when ! took them out of my
shirt last night"
wait. I'll come look, They must
have fallen on the floor" She got
down on her knees and looked under
the chiffonier-under the rug-under
the bed-but no cuff buttons were Wis
ible. Then she looked hurriedly
through the top chiffonier drawer.
"Oh, I'd never have put III m in
there" impatiently. / always lay
them right here. You've gathered
them up with some of your things. If
you'd just learn to keep your things
away from here l wouldn't have so
much trouble in finding mine. /
never look here that l don't find hair
pins, combs pOwder-sOme of your
frills. Haven't you a dresser Of your
own? Why on earth must you litter
up my chiffionier?"
'I'll try not to- didn't know
often left things here
We'll, where are my cuff buttons
! that's what L want to know now?
I've got to get down 10 the office some
/ time today"
"Oh. they are here some place"
anxiously. I'll be sure to find them
/ when l straighten up the room. Can't
4 you wear another paid this morning."
| Something Always Missing.
NO, we've got TO find thoss-and
! find them now. / broke the only 9TH
er pair I had last week" And he
| strobe around angrily, looking under
\ the edges of the rub as he kicked it
/ up, and swearing underneath his
! breath.
! This is the most internal place TO
/ lose things" he fumed. Almost
every morning it's my collar button or
my scarf-pin or something! / never
used to lose things when l was alone.
! It's having your COMPOUNDED trumpery
/ all mixed up with mine no wonder
! ''Wait-Wait. dear, I'll look again..
And again she went down. on her
| knees, again looked under the chif-
fonier and fed. She rose, flushed
and fiurried.
"Oh, maybe you didn't take them
out Of your shirt-they may be right
| there"
She rushed into the bathroom to
! the laundry basket. The shirt he had
thrown in last night lay on top. But
/ no-there were no buttons i'm the
cuffs. The button holes CAPPED at her
emptily
"Of course. not" when she came
/ back without them You don't think
I'm as absent minded as that-do
/ YOU"
Listen. dear" eagerly. Won't you
wear a pair of mine-just today?
I'm sure / can find yours afterward."
/ What are they-some fancy set
affairs?'
No: I have one pair of perfectly
plain gold ones. Wait: "Pn get
them"
There, won't those do for to-
day?"
The Breakfast Ordeal.
Il suppose they'll have To do
70 a - re
gone. Now come, dear. as soon as
you can: breakfast is ready"
! She hurried into the dining room to
see If everything was right. Fruit.
oatmeal, toast and two soft-bOiled
eggs was Warrens breakfast all the
year round. But the eggs had to be
just so-three minute eggs he called
them and they must not be boiled a
| second more or less.
Helen poured his coffee while he
ate an orange and glanced over the
morning paper.
More about that CASTOR case. If
the papers knew how sick OF it the
people are they'd let up for a while.
He slipped his coffee and handed it
back
TOO strong"
She started to fill up the cup with
cream. and then seeing that it would
hold so little more, put it down by
her own plate.
Wait, I'll take that and pour you
a fresh cup"
/ She watched him anxiously while
ne broke his eggs. but as ne made TO
comment she knew that they were
right
She ate her breakfast in silence
7 while he read. the paper propped up
on the sugar bowl before him.
Finally he pushed back his chair
and glanced up al the clock.
That clock right. now?"
/ Yes, I think so, l set il by Central
i yesterday"
He drew out his watch There was
a tinkling sound as something fell out
on the floor.
oh" Helen cried joyously. "One
! of the cuff buttons"
He picked IL up.
see if you have the other one %
eagerly.
, with a frown he thrust his fore
finger into his watch pocket and drew
out the other.
How in thunder did they get
! there?"
You picked them up With your
watch. And you were SO certain you
left them on the chiffonier," reproach-
: fully.
She knew she should not have said
that. He could never tolerate being
told that he was wrong
l What if 1 were? Everybody's IL
! able To be misJaken-aren't they
For heavens sake Helen. don't devel-
op into a I told you so woman. l car
stand anything but that"
''NO-no l didn't mean that
You're always too darned eager &c
tell me that I'm wrong You never
seem TO think that ninety-nine times
out of a hundred it's you that's wrong
And you're always so devilishly cock
sure about things. too"
She crumpled her toast in silence
She had learned that silence was her
best refuge against his irritability; i
| pacihed him more quickly than any
words.
: He went into his room and came
out with his hat and gloves.
Don't forget to send that suit tC
the tailor's 10 be pressed. NO. dear
won't"
She followed him 10 the door. when
! he aimed a hurried kiss in the gen
/ ara1 direction ~ her ear and Was