Harrisburg telegraph. [volume] (Harrisburg, Pa.) 1879-1948, 1914-09-26
Copyright. 1914, International News
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Helen opened her eyes with n vague
consciousness that something was
different. She was too sleepy for a
few seconds TO remember and then ii
all came over her with a flood of mem
ory. Winifred was home!
The long trip and the short time
they had been with her mother SEEM
ed already life a dream. The only
thing that she remembered with any
distinctness was the fact that Warren
had seemed so different He had been
graver, very courteous to her, and
vet altogether lacking in tenderness
of any kind.
While they had been in Cleveland
she had not noticed il so much, but
now that she began to think back.
this attitude had begun before they
had left. Could il be possible that
Warren was still thinking of that alb
surd incident concerning ]. Woods
Atkinson?
It amused Helen to think of a day
passing without any of the little bick-
erings and disagreements that Warren
was able TO indulge in when he was
entirely himself.
She tiptoed into the next room.
winifred was lying in the middle of
the large brass bed of the guest
room, her tawny little head half bur-
led in the pillow and her small white
arms flung high. Her cheeks were
family flushed and she was breathing
regularly. There was no trace save in
the half-parted lips of a shadow of
anything that allied the child, and
Helen thought with a pang of the
hospital where Warren insisted that
the operation must he performed.
Even her mother had laughed at the
idea of worrying about it, but Helen
lAI ,,eF nd of Ia fG
Warren had neglected to pooh-pooh
the idea. Perhaps he hated il just
as much as she did, but men are al
ways different about showing their
feelings.
winifred turned over at this point
and Helen sat down on the edge of
the bed to be closer to her. How
wonderful it was to have her back.
and with a sudden remembrance of
yesterday Helen got up softly and
went over to the chair where Wini-
fred's clothes were piled.
She Begins TO Plan New Clothes For
Winifred
OF late her grandmother had been
making little dresses. probably be-
cause she loved to sew for the child,
and although great care had been
taken, the clothes were not the kind
that Winifred had worn before she
had gone West. There was a sever
ity about them, an absence of child
ishness, that Helen hated to see and
longed to remedy. Already her
thoughts were jumping wildly ahead,
and she was planning rapturously a
dainty wardrobe of sheer little Mother
Hubbard dresses, made a full inch
above the knee, and leaving a good
expanse Of dimpled little legs clad in
socks and black strap slippers.
What fun 1t would be to shop for a
small girl and there were plenty OF
things that she could make herself
so as to save expense. How little
and how willingly she would give UP
anything for this small daughter who
was so very dear to her.
Helen curled up on the bed again
with her feet tucked under her, and
with one of Winifred's warm little
hands in hers, gave herself up to day
dreaming. The only thing that would
need to happen to make everything
perfect was Warren's approval of her
ideas. Together they could do SO
much more, while if Warren con-
tinued to treat her coldly as he had
of late, all the pleasure of thinking
and planning would be dimmed for
her.
Unconsciously she had bent over
Winifred and was watching her close
ly when a movement in the room sud-
denly aroused her from her thoughts
and with a start she slipped to her
feet, dropping the hand she had held
on the counterpane.
Warren with a bath robe thrown
around him and his hair all rumpled
up, stood by the side of the bed look
ing at her gravely with look in