The Richmond palladium and sun-telegram. [volume] (Richmond, Ind.) 1907-1939, 1913-11-20
Married Life
the Second Year
By MABEL HERBERT URNER.

S'AN' NN'A--@bo
ing in putting away the clothes of one
season and taking out those of the
next.
There are always memories and as
sociations that cling about them. II
the season had been happy one, 1t
is with regret that we realize 1t is
past. If II was unhappy or even an in
different one, we are filled with vague
sadness that another half year has
gone and brought us SO little.
And there is always, too, feeling
that we have failed 10 make the most
Of the time. There are suggestions Of
lost opportunities, possibilities Of hap
piness or achievement in the season
now ended, that We have missed.
And now as Helen folded away her
summer dresses. something of all this
was in her mind She wondered, too.
what the next summer would be like
what change might come before she
would again unpack these things.
Would Warren and she be closer or
farther away? What gradual shifting
of conditions might not another six
months bring?
There is, too, a reminiscent sadness
about the things from the year before.
And as she shook the camphor balls
from her furs and laid them in the
window to sun she could hardly have
analyzed her feeling of depression.
She thought Of the day when War
rem had bought them for her. She re-
membered how he had said, as he rub
bed his hand over the soft fur: Looks
Just like you, Kitten" How rarely he
called her kitten" now. How rarely
he used any pet names or any endear-
ing terms.
AS she shook the creases from war
ren's heavy overcoat something flut-
tered from one of the pockets. They
were the stubs Of theatre tickets
"Orchestra M Dec. s."
She remembered the night, bitter
cold night with the deep snow from
the day before, and Warren had scold-
ed because she had forgotten her rub
bers. She had wanted to go to prob
lem play, but he had insisted on vau-
deville And it had been very poor
bill, except for a one-act play. She
smiled as she thought of their heated
argument on the way home over the
ethics involved in the sketch-a girl
to choose between stealing and going
on the street.
Helen put the bits of pasteboard In
to the coat pocket with foolish SEN
timent, that since they had been there
so long she would not throw them
away Then, instinctively, she went
through the other pockets-some
matches, cigarette, collar button,
(the cheap black kind the laundries
use) pencil and subway ticket. Ev-
identity she had packed the coat away
in hurry and had forgotten to go
through it.
There flashed through her mind
story she had read not long before OF
a wife emptying the pockets before
sending one of her husbands suits to
the tailor--and finding a note which
proved his unfaithfulness.
Helen stopped over and rubbed her
cheek against the coat with sudden
rush of tenderness. At least she need
never fear that! She could go through
the pockets of all his suits-and find
nothing like that. She Rugged that
thought to her now Is she had many
times before.
DO you want tomatoes with the
salad tonight-or just the plain len
tuce?" asked Della, coming to the
door.
why tomatoes of course, if you
have any nice Ones-and little green
pepper. While you're here, Della, help
me lift this tray. No, I want that chair
we'd better put it here on the floor
And Della" as she started out, heat
an iron for mel want to press out
some things.
The dining room clock struck four
and Helen realized that she must hur
ry if she wanted to get these trunks
and boxes cleared away before War
rem came.
Quickly she took out the rest of the
winter clothes and packed in their
place the summer things, making a
list of the contents of each box and
trunk This she always did, so II any
one article was needed before the 9TH
ers, it would easily be found.
She never packed Warren's things
separately There was always a feel
ing that she wanted them with hers
it gave a certain sense of intimacy
seeing his clothes laid away with her
own.
The irons hot, ma'am!" called De-
liza.
All right, but come help me here a
moment first. Here" handing her a
pencil and pad, make a list of these
things as l put them in
Della was not an expert penman, but
she managed to write legibly the arti-
cles which Helen called out as she
folded and packed them away.
"Pongee Suit.
Blue null dress.
White parasol.
Warren's linen coat
Warren's gray flannel suit.
Warren's blue serge suit.
White duck skirt
There was a quick step in the hall
and Warren opened the door.
Hello. what's going on here?" gaz-
ing around at the Uttered room. Helen