The Richmond palladium and sun-telegram. [volume] (Richmond, Ind.) 1907-1939, 1913-12-09
Married Life
the Second Year
BY MABEL HERBERT uRNER.

Wilson is in New York. Her mother
told me she had position il some big
lawoffice and gave me the address of
the place she is boarding. No West
Twentysecond street. II You nave time
you might call on her. I'm sure she
would be glad to see E0r. j. must b.
very hard for her 10 start out alone tor
herself III "trahIr Guy Hut since hor
1ather dt""' tL'Hh 'Ht5 a!e III l
pretIy odu way re t'l1 'o'l!ii7 ~
thelr nom" ana inc Iot a'J?ihih6 ~
and they We aIfeddy "ad l" 81 II the o.
wen enough ., tHi7' ANA - " az u
lne todaH an" nav ~ E@| 0"PPci-
WIN much Io'c. ....,,,r,
MOl 1Eh
Helen read this page OF her moth
er's letter several times. 80 Laura VIII
son was here in New YORK trying 10
make her own way; Yes, 1t must be
hard and particularly nara 1oT Laura
who had always been sensitive CELL
safe girl.
Helen resolved to go and see her at
anca And thie WAS Saturday the one
Xf,orroor sho ,,iobt ha q. home mr.
.'o,,Il rtrahah1,, ha,,., onIv q aaIf
~ az the office Al any rate. she nad
Rme errandg downtown, and it would
Got be much out of the way to stop
there
1t was just four when Helen rang
the bell of No. - West TWenty-secOnd
street. It was a dingy o'd-fashOned
house muddy grass mat was in.
side the yestibule. and some sol1ed
netting covered the glass named of the
door
A sloyenlv German Girl answered
The hell and ushered Helen into the
dark. shabby narlOr Tho whole place
Mad an air of dreary detection. Helen
xazed around while the maid climbed
Reluctantly I'm the stairs TO see if
"Miss Wilson is in" II WIS not often
that Helen had occasion to call at a
boarding house, and she was curiously
Interested in it all
There were some cheap Japanese
vases on the mantel, black marble
clock mot running) some shells a1I
n dusty piece of coal. The one old
rose" upholstered piece Of furniture
was worn threadbare. the worst places
on the arms and back Of the chars
being covered with tides. Some faded
chenille "portieres" hung over the fold
ing doors that led into the back par
1or" now undoubtedly used as a bed
room.
rhare vae n courd ri oooor - ~.
IN the stairs and Iaura WIS Wilson ~ ep1
reared AZ tho door Her s,,rnriso and
Measure in seeing Helen wera most
evident.
LAURA is HOMESlCk
How long have YOU been hero"
asked Helen, when the first greetings
were over.
almost three months now"
"And Won like itq''
with q catch in he,. voicn - co1 ho~,l-
" STAY. Tho day at rbe nfIice isn't g,
bad-:jut oh, the EVENINGS. and Sun
days. I almost die Of Aomesickneas
then. Sunday in a boarding house is
the most depressing thins in the
world"
Helen smiled. "Nts, | suppose it is
But YOU must como and SEQ us after
this. We're almost 3Iw9ys home on
Sundays. You should haze looked me
up or let me know you were here"
A little later Laura asked Helen if
she would like to see her room. 1t 5
not much of a ROOM" with a laugh,
but I don't think its quite as funeral
like as this parlOr!"
They went up three flights of stairs
to the little room-the fourth floor
back.
WAIT Ill light the gas. Thatll
make Things look less che1lless.
me FURNITURE was even shabDler
tnan the parlor, out Laura had put
out few things of her own. it IS
sometimes amazing what 4 few photo
graphs, half dozen BOOKS, a work
basket and the personal belongings of
dainty woman Will do for even the
most hopeless room.
Not very charming outlook, is
IL noodlng toward the landscape OF
roofs, ana clothes lines outside the
window. AT first these grey roofs and
back yards gave me the horrors-bet
I'm getting more used 10 them nov"
But, you're not IN your room very
much?" ventured Helen.