Harrisburg telegraph. [volume] (Harrisburg, Pa.) 1879-1948, 1914-12-23
Their Married Life
Copyright by International News Service.

Il think I'd rather have club
sandwich. dear, 1 don't feel like the
salad tonight"
'All right, club sandwich; that
isn't much, though. I'm going to
have real meal. I'm hungry.
Helen smiled. 'All right, you order
what you like. Warren, that will be
all / can possibly manage. / ate an
enormous dinner. if you remember"
so did l. but several hours have
passed since then. Guess I'll have
lobster a la Newburg and some Juli-
enne potatoes. Bring some coffee, too,
waiter-for two.
Warren is Anxious
About Helen's Good Time.
Now how'd you feel?" said War
rem smiling genially across the table.
Headache better? That's good, Hav-
ing a good time?
Helen forced herself to act as though
she felt better. Just fine dear. I'm
so glad YOU wanted me this time"
''Of course 1 wanted you. Men don't
like strange towns any better than
women do, can tell you that This
will make a fine ending to our little
trip"
do you think I'll have time to look
around the stores Monday before we
go?" Helen never liked to miss out on
the stores where possible shopping
might be done for less money.
Sure. we're not going till after
lunch, you can have all morning If
you like"
The things came and really looked
appetizing. Warren dipped into his
lobster with real enjoyment and
Helen tasted her sandwich with not
such a feeling of distaste as she had
Not so bad, eh? Have some cof-
fee?"
NO, Warren I don't want any to-
night"
Come now, just a cup, you must
have it to draw the blood away from
your head"
But I won't sleep dear
You won't sleep anyway If YOU
have a headache, so you're more likely
to if you drink the coffee than If you
don't"
Helen gave in and took the cup
from Warren. 1t was sweetened to
suit her and she began to sip it obe-
diently and to her surprise felt a little
better. BY the time she had finished
her cup and most of her sandwich and
they were ready to go, her headache
was almost gone. although it gave a
warning throb when she rose to so
upstairs.
Warren got the key. and they went
up in the elevator. In their room
Helen began to get undressed as
quickly as she could. II she could get
into bed before her head started to
throb she might ward off bad night.
We'll you arc in a hurry" Warren
remarked"
I'm afraid my headache will come
back. dear, and if it does I won't sleep
at ALL"
Warren was silent, although Helen
was sure he was thinking how much
she gave in to herself. She kenw she
did: she wished with all her heart
that she was more self-reliant, more
clever and subtle about hiding her
feelings. But she was just as de-
pendent as any woman could be, and
men get tired of a woman like that
for regular diet.
Warren was sitting in the one COM
| Portable chair the room afforded
smoking his bedtime cigar. Between
lpuffs, he regarded Helen as she sat
!curled up on the bed against the pill
lows in her prettiest negligee watch
ing him. She wondered what he would
do if she should suddenly surprise him
by thinking his thoughts out loud for
him.
marked finally. ''How's the headache
Much better. dear. I feel so much
better than I did. What were you
| thinking about just them"
'T was thinking how selfish was
to keep you up like this when you are
all tired out. You're little brick
most of the time, Helen, and don't
you think I don't appreciate it,"
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