The Richmond palladium and sun-telegram. [volume] (Richmond, Ind.) 1907-1939, 1914-02-28
Married Life
the Third Year
By MABEL HERBERT URNER.

eagerly. OnIy It's always SO nal
for me to meet strangers-andt to go
to their homes for the day when l
have never met any Of them"
What II you haven't Marland's
been a big help to me over here. ne
ia in a position to throw me In with
the men ! want to know. Besldes'
these Dnghshmen don't often ask you
to their homss-they are not any TOO
keen on Americans. So if he wants
us to como out there Sunday-it 10 tho
least We can do to go"
He took some letters from hfs
pocket, looking through them nnr-
riedly.
what did I DO with that time table
he gave me? He said there was
train around TO-"
"Oh. would We start as early as
that?'
Il told you he wanted us to come
npr the day. Here it u.s." taking out a
small yellow folder and running over
It. "But you can't find anything on
thssa confounded tables. Nine thirty
five arrives at Annerly at 10:4S. No
that won't do, that is only ON Tues
DAYS. Thursdays and Saturdays. That
In English for you! You break your
neck to get a train here and find 1t
doesn't 60 on chat day. Here-9;5e.
Yes. that's the Sunday train
But. dear, what shall l wear!
don't know how to dress for day in
the country here"
Wear anything Guess we will And
they are very simple people.
But on Sunday morning, when Hell
en- started to brush the skirt of her
gray tailor made suit, Warren asked
sharply:
You are not going to wear that?"
"Why, yes, dear,it's the only suit
I have"
well. don't wear it. They are al
WAYS making fun fthe American
women who come over here and wear
nothing but tailor-made suits. Put
on some kind of a dress"
But / haven't anything suitable
they are all too dressy."
Not here The English dress a
lot more than we do. And We will be
there for luncheon
It was so rarely that Warren MOTTO
ed or made any request about her
clothes, that Helen felt forced to COM
ply. She knew she would feel most
uncomfortable and over-dressed, but
she hurried into a blue changeable
silk that she had brought for dinners
ON the steamer. She had nothing to
which looked much too heavy.
Hurry up there said Warren,
I'VE have only twenty minutes"
But Victoria station was not far
and they made the train on time.
Warren promptly buried himself in
IN illustrated London weekly, and
Helen who had put on her things so
hurriedly. now tried to adjust her hat
and veil and Elk" before the narrow
mirror in the compartment.
Under any circumstances she would
have dreaded the day, but now she
dreaded it still more. because she
felt appropriately dressed. There Is
nothing which 80 adds to woman s
discomfort and selt-consciousness as
the feeling that she is badly gowned!
When they left the train at Annerly,
MIR. Marland and his son were there
to meet them in big touring car.
Warren had said the Marlands were
very simple people and Helen was
rather surprised at the car.
She was still more surprised, when
after few miles drive they turned
in at a very beautiful place with large
grounds and gardens. Pine Grove
Lodge" was the name over the gate.
The first few moments in which
they were introduced to Mrs. Marland,
her sister and the three younger child
rem were for Helen most awkward
She was glad when Mrs. Marland
asked If she would not like to go up
stairs at once and lay aside her
wraps.
A maid showed Helen up to a large
bedroom on the floor above. 1t was
a charming room filled with interest
ing old English furniture.
Helen took off her coat feeling more
than ever over-dressed, as Mrs. Mar
land had on only white waist and
black silk skirt
When she went downstairs again
they were all in the drawing room
Young Mr. Marland rose to give her
the chair beside his mother Helen
would much rather have gone to the
couch in the corner instead of being
conspicuously in the center of the
room. She was always painfully awk
ward and self-conscious in a group O.
strangers.
Yes, this is my first trip" repeat
ed Helen, trying to think of some
thing to say.
Il suppose you find London yer,
different from New York"
oh. very different" loathing he
stupidity
This Is very pleasant time of tn
year to come
"Oh, yes. We have had yer,
pleasant weather"
And | suppose you had a yer.
smooth voyage coming over?"
Yes. it was very smoth'
But here this brilliant dialogue wa
interrupted by Mr. Marland who ask
ed If they would not like to see tn
garden before luncheon
"Oh, isn't this Sweet William" sh
asked, as they paused at bed wit
those old fashioned flowers "An
this is verbena. Oh, these are mar
golds-1 haven't seen any since I wa
little girl. And what are these
these little white flowers?"
That's Candytuft, but perhaps, i
America you give it another name.
"Oh no, we call it Candytuft, too
remember now we used to have bed
There is more Catarrh in this Sc,