The Richmond palladium and sun-telegram. [volume] (Richmond, Ind.) 1907-1939, 1913-09-19
married Life
the Second Year
BY MABEL HERBERT uRNER.

=" ger a pair of gray trousers
W and frowned} at them disap-
spprovingiy. Didn't tell you to send
these to the taiIor?"
why, | thought you said he'd call
for them" answered Helen, who was
putting the collar bones in a freshly
laundered wrist.
Il said nothing of the kind. / dis
tinctly told you yesterday morning to
send these trousers and that heavy
Dvercoat to be pressed
Yes, / knew you wanted them
pressed, but ] thought you were TO
stop on your way and send the man
after them"
We'll he didn't come did he?" And
they were hanging there all day:
couldn't you see them? And, if you
knew ! wanted them pressed, why
didn't you send them to him."
Mother came yesterday, and | had
so many things to think of that T.
"Oh, you always have some excuse.
Now see if you can remember TO send
these things to the tailor today. Do
you think you can do that? sarcastical-
1y. "Will that tax your memory too
much?"
Helen flushed. Il have no one to
send but Della and she doesn't like to
leave her work in the morning. You
have to pass the place as you go TO
the subway; couldn't you stop and
send the man after them?"
"OH, THAT'S 1T, EH?" HE ASKED.
oh that's it's it? You don't want
to send Della. Then why didn't you
say so in the beginning, without lying
about it and saying you misunder-
ytood?"
II didn't lie, Warren; that would be
rather a small thing to lie about,
wouldn't it?'
well, now | want these trousers
sent to the tailor. Do you hear? If
Della won't take them, send for a
messenger boy. When | start down
town in the morning, | haven't time to
stop at any little tailor's. Any other
woman but you would manage to get
her husbands clothes pressed with
out all this fuss. Now, do you think
you can manage to call a messenger
boy, or is that asking too much?'
ooh, Warren, how can you be so
unjust. You know I'll not call a mes
senger boy. I'll take them myself. l
wouldn't have said anything about it,
but | thought as the place was right
on your way, you wouldn't mind stop
ping"
well, ! would. I'm not an errand
boy, and, when start out, | have 9TH
er things to think about If you'd only
do what | tell you without so many
Internal excuses
Warren, don't. Mother will hear
you-she's just in the next room"
We'll, what of it,"
ooh, don't want her to know"
Know, WHAT"
Helen's only answer was a gesture
of despair.
WARREN GROWS SARCASTIC.
You mean you don't want her to
know that we're not divinely happy"
with a disagreeable laugh. We'll, you
don't think she can stay here very
long without finding that out, do you?"
NO suppose not" YEARLY.
Whats the matter with you, any
way? You've been going around here
with the most woe-begone expression.
Any one would think I'd been beating
you. | tell you I'm blamed tired of
your aggrieved and injured airs. l sup
pose you have made me out a brute
to your mother, already"
Warren. you know l have not dis
cussed you or your affairs with moth
er. Above everything else. l don't
want her to know"
Know what! You're eternally say
ing that. After all, what is there to
know"
"Oh, Warren. don't-don't let's
talk about it! 1t doesn't help matters.
Let's not quarrel all the time"
We'll, who's doing the quarreling,
Who started it? Didn't you?'
Perhaps | did" more YEARLY; I'll
admit anything for the sake of peace"
"Oh, you will-will you? Well. that's
worth knowing. When you find you
are beaten in an Recommendation you
say you'll admit anything for the sake
of peace. BY George that's like you!"
Here Helen, who had finished put
ting in the collar bones and had slip
ped on the waist, hurried into the
next room, where her mother was
dressing the baby.
Mother. will you button me up?
Warren is shaving, and he doesn't
like so many buttons anyway" with
a laugh. which she tried to make care
less.
Had her mother heard?
Her mother drew her to the light,
saying naturally, you'll have to turn
around, | can't see back here"
There was nothing in her voice or