Harrisburg telegraph. [volume] (Harrisburg, Pa.) 1879-1948, 1914-03-31
Their Married Life
MABEL HERBERT URNER

back with a sigh of content
Shall | straighten the others, too?"
after a few moments. They're all
upset"
&c as far as you like" sleepily.
Knowing that hot broth on an
empty, weakened stomach would
naturally produce drowslness, Helen
turned out the green drop light by
the bed.
Try to sleep few minutes while
straighten these drawers
Sorting out the tangled mass Of
ties she found underneath them a
worn leather case. Almost without
thinking she opened it.
1t was a picture of Louise-one that
Louise had had taken during their
engagement. And the worn cover
was mute testimony of constant
handling.
The case was made like a locket.
In one side was the picture, and in the
other, under the glass, was a folded
sheet of note paper, a faded rose and
la long coiled strand of light brown
hair-Louise's hair.
Helen closed the case hastily and
put 1t back. Bob was doing, but she
had the guilty feeling that he would
not have wanted her to see this. 1t
betrayed a capacity for sentiment that
she had never dreamed he possessed.
The Momentoes
She wondered what was written on
that folded note paper? Was it the
first note Louise had written him---or
was 1t that most tender one? And the
Iflower-when had she worn that?
That Bob should have cherished
these things! 1t was TO Helen a reve-
lation of his character. While she
knew he had loved Louise she had
thought 1t was a masterful, domineer-
ing love, in which there was little of
such sentiment.
| The top drawer in order. Helen be-
gan on the third, which was filled
with dress shirts and evening waist
coats. she Strengthened them me-
chanically. for her thoughts we're now
with Louise. What would it mean to
her to know that Bob had kept those
things?
Unsuspectingly she opened a square
| jewelry box. Then her heart beat
fast as she saw what 1t contained.
There was a long white kid glove,
a lace handkerchief. a shell hairpin
and a tiny rhinestone buckle. There
was an embroidered ''L' on the hand
elusive fragrance that seemed always
part of Louise.
Helen turned suddenly to find Bob
awake, his eyes fixed upon her.
| "Oh perhaps IL shouldn't have
opened these" she faltered.
''It doesn't matter" bitterly. Sup
pose every man makes fool of him
self once in his life.'
| But Bob Then with sudden
daring, "Why must both you and
Louise suffer so much? oh, 1t all
seems so purposeless'
who said 1 was suffering % saw
agely And Louise certainly is not.
Palm Beach doesn't suggest a broken
heart. She's probably stringing along
half a dozen other fellows by this
| time"
oh" Indignantly, you know
| Louise DOESN'T
"I know Louise does exactly what
she chooses. And because she chooses
to do it-that's supposed to make 1t
right. What she wants Is molly
coddle--not man. Somebody that'n
dance attendance on her every whirn.'
Helen Protests
THAT isn't true---you know 1t isn't!
Louise is big and fine in every way.
Oh, it is such a tragedy that you two
will persist in misunderstanding each
other! If only
"Now we won't talk about It," cold
ly plainly regretting that he had said
as much as he had. See if there's a
bottle of spring water in the bath
room, will you?"
Helen gave him a drink and felt his
forehead. 1t was hot and dry.
Bob, you're feverish! You OUGHT
to have the DOCTOR
I'm all right, 1 tell you,'' i'm
patiently pulling away his hand as
she tried to feel his pulse. Its just
a cold. Now you run along and don't
worry about me. Stop at the desk
as you go out and say I'll want the
stenographer this afternoon. Got to
get off some letters"
Helen insisted on Strengthening the
room before she left. Then she saw
both the chambermaid and the head
waiter, and gave them strict instruc-
tions to serve Mr.. Curtis with only
light soups and broths/
AS soon as she reached home she
called up Warren to make sure that
he would stop by and see Bob that
afternoon.
Dear. he has a high fever--he
MUST have the doctor!" Then hesi-
tatingly, do you know I think he's
simply grieved himself sick over
Louise?'
"Rot!" snorted Warren. Hes bill
ious, that's all! But I'll stop by and
see IL he needs dosing up"