The Richmond palladium and sun-telegram. [volume] (Richmond, Ind.) 1907-1939, 1914-04-13
Married Life
the Third Year

When F1slen hNAs Up tho telephone
receiver. she hurried straight to tho
clothes closet In her room. and hastily
unpinned the sheet tAGt covered her
best gowns.
Taking from its hanger pale-blus
evening gown, she spread It out on
the bed. Against tho white counter
pane it looked even more soiled than
she had feared. Oh, Why had she put
off having 1t cleaned? She should
have known that something unexpect-
cd would come up. and she would have
nothing to wear.
Since they had moved into their
new apartment, Helen had been SO
busy getting settled and then getting
ready for Christmas, that she had had
no time or thought for clothes. She
had needed a new evening gown bad
~, but had wantd to wait until the
January clearance sales. hoping to get
something greatly reduced.
Just that morning sne had cut out
the advertisement of An exclusive
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taking reductions. Evening and din
ner gowns. imported models at less.
than cost of importation.
But even II she could find what
she wanted. there would not be time
to have anything fitted and delivered
today. Again she TUNED hack TO the
gown on the bed. Perhaps at night it
would not look SO soiled. Quickly
she drew down the blinds and switch
ed on the lights, then held the gown
up before her and looked at 1t in the
mirror
Maggie" she called suddenly, as
she heard her sweeping in the hail.
come here a moment"
Maggie came to the door, a dust
cloth in her hand.
Come, look at this" demanded
Helen. do you think it's too soiled
for me to wear tonight? Yes, l know
It's dreadful around the bottom" as
Maggie stopped over and turned up
the skirt, but that won't show much.
Do you think the waist looks too
soiled?"
Yes, MISS" with blunt honesty. 81
think that looks right soiled. Amt
you got nothing else you can wear?"
mo, since l ripped up that laven-
der silk. this is my only evening
gown. And Mr.. Curtis Just phoned
it's to be q dress affair"
Cant you dip it in gasoline?" sug-
gested Maggie, that would freshen
1t up bit"
Yes, l thought of that" for Helen
was an expert at gasoline cleaning.
But there wouldn't be time now for
the odor to get out
There's the dumbwaiter man." as
a distant bell rang family, and Mag
gle hurried off.
1t served her right, Helen had told
herself fiercely. for not always hav-
ing at least one dress ready for an
emergency. If it was anything else,
she could make some excuse not to
go, but this was the recital of Mr..
Courtney's daughter, who had just re-
turned from Europe and was making
her first professional appearance.
Warren had just telephoned, saying
that Mr.. Courtney had evidently mail
ed him the tickets last week, but that
he had just found them on his desk
and that the rictal was to be tonight.
Its a nuisance, of course, but We'll
have to co. he grumbled. Court
ney's been pretty decent to me in a
number of ways, and l don't want to
offend him. I suppose we'll have to
dress-it's sure to be dress affair"
And then he had rung off before
Helen had time to protest that she
did not have "a THING to wear"
For fully half an hour Helen an
ing to think Of something she could
do that would make it presentable. 1t
was the chiffon which draped the
waist and formed the overskirt that
was the most sOiled. And at last she
decided there was but one thing to
do-to rip off all the chiffon and wash
It.
It would wash beautifully-but
would she have time to get it all on
again? 1t would be almost like re-
making the dress. But there was no
other way. A moment later she had
drawn a low chair on the bed and with
desperate haste began ripping off the
chiffon
Maggie" she called, "get out that
clothes rack and put on couple OF
IRONS I'mm going to wash this out
and press it while it's damp"
1t was 3 o'clock when she began.
BY four the chiffon, looking like new,
was ready to put back. But to get 1t
back right would mean fully a days
work, and she had only until half past
eight.
At five the telephone rang. Helen
told Maggie to answer 1t.
1T it's anyone calling, say that I'm
not in" she warned her. Il just can't
see any one this afternoon"
It was Mrs. Dawson and Helen par
ticularly wanted to see her, but she
dared not take a moment from her
work. A little later Carrie, Warren's
EAGER TO WORK