The Richmond palladium and sun-telegram. [volume] (Richmond, Ind.) 1907-1939, 1914-01-15
Married Life
the Third Year
BY MABEL HERBERT URNER.

BY MABEL HERBERT URNER.
How about some broiled guinea
hen?" asked Warren genially. THAT
sounds pretty good-doesn't it?"
Helen gave a hasty glance at the
dinner card before her. "Broiled
guinea hen-s1.25, $500. Two dollars
for the roast alone-without any veg
etables or salad! Oh, it was going to
be frightfully expensive dinner.
well how about it?" persisted
Warren. You like guinea hen, don't
you?"
"Oh, yes" And then in a low voice
SO that the waiter couldn't hear. But
isn't that high, dear-two dollars, and
they don't seryie anything with it,"
well, what if it is? guess we can
afford decent dinner tonight. Here,
waiter. Give us that broiled guinea
hen and see that it's a good one.
Bring with it some green peas and ar
tchoke. 1 want plain butter sauce
with that artichoke-not Hollandaise.
And bring a portion of romano.
Serve it undressed in bowl-1ll dress
it here. Now let's see your wine card.
The waiter hurried off and Warren
leaned back with sigh OF content.
GOOD TO BE BACK.
well, it seems ducedly good to get
back again. l tell you it takes couple
of months out West to make a man
appreciate New York. It's the only
place where they know how to do
things right
Helen was vaguely hoping that he
would say something about the pleas
ure of being at home again-not be-
cause of the city, but because Of their
being together again. Since his return
yesterday he had been unusually kind
even though it was a somewhat toll
Grant kindness. And Helen, ever
ready to believe in his love for her,
was now eagerly awaiting some word
of affection.
Several times she had made" him
"say things Her "Oh, it is wonder
full to be together again, isn't it,
DEAR" had been frequent And he
would answer, "Of course it is, kit
ten" From him this was somuch that
Helen was now encouraged to want
more
"Why, hello, Curtis, old man!
Thought you were out West" and a
tall man in grey strobe up to the ia
BILE.
How are you, Stanton?'" rising and
shaking hands cordially. 81 got back
yesterday l believe you have met
Mrs. Curtis"
Yes bowling courteously. 1--WE had
that pleasure"
Wont you join us?" reckoning to a
waiter for another chair.
THANK you, no I've just dined. And
I've an appointment with Hartwell at
eight BY the way, he was telling me
about that Bennington deal. l under
stand you put that over"
"Oh, yes, closed that up Saturday
Pretty tough job. Clarkson is a mighty
hard man to handle"
so I've heard. But Hartwell said
you were just the man to handle him
Well I must be getting on. Drop in al
the office tomorrow if you can. There's
a few things I'd like to talk over"
FILLED WITH BUSINESS.
"Stanton's a mighty nice fellow,
said Warren when he had gone. "Bu
if he wants to see me-hell have tt
come to my office. I'm too busy JUS
now to run around looking up any
body. Oh, that makes me think"
drawing some letters from his pickle
and making a note on the back of al
envelope, I've got to call up Walter:
tomorrow about the Dawyer case. AnC
[ mustn't forget to write back tt
Hutchinson. Let's see-I think l made
memorandum of that"
With a thrilled sense of pride, Hell
en- watched him as he turned over tn.
letters and cards. Never had he seem
ed SO much the alert man of bushes:
the man of affairs. Unquestionab l,
the success of this deal had mean
much 1t had given him a certain as
surance, an atmosphere of confidence
A1watc no had hoop HCrpip tipu nor
sonalty but now he seemed more SO
Impulsvely Helen leaned over the ia
BILE.
"Oh, Warren, I can see now it mus
have been d very big thing-this Bel
lngton deal. And oh, l was so prou
when Mr. Stanton said you were tn
only man who could have handled MI
Clarkson.'
We'll, I'd like to have seen any
body else tackle him, complacentiy
But | don't want to be up agains
anything like that again? Six week
was just enough. With mighty littl
money and the blamed uncertainty c
it all tell you it was as near purge
tory as | want to get"
oh" with anxious sympathy,
know it must have been hard. And II
afraid my letters worried you. But OF
Warren. if you'd only explained il
stead of writing as you did. Your lie
ters We're so harsh. Oh, dear, I wol
der if you knew how cruelty HAIRS
they were!"
Nov let's not begin that! Weir
here for a pleasant evening-aren
We? And we're not going to have an
post-mortems. The thing to do is t
look forward-not back It's abo,
time you learned that"
ooh, I know didn't mean to brin
up anything that was unpleasant. Of
dear, I'm so glad to put it all asid