Harrisburg telegraph. [volume] (Harrisburg, Pa.) 1879-1948, 1914-04-28
Their Married Life
By. MABEL HERBERT URNER

the hotel. Helen got the keys from
the clerk, and they went up to Bob's
rooms on the seventh floor
The blinds were drawn and the
place was close and musty from hav-
ing been shut up for several weeks
helen raised the windows while
Louise glanced around with look
of rapt wonder.
How often I've tried to picture his
rooms-wondering what they would
look like. It's hard to realize that
I'm really here"
know" mused Helen. II used to
wonder about Warren's room and all
ms things. | suppose every woman
idealizes the surroundings of the man
she loves"
Louise glanced at some books on
the center table, then went over to
the chiffonier in the alcove dressing
room Lovingly she touched the
brushs and trinkets that lay there.
as though a-thrill with the intimacy
of it all
On the bed there were two large
bundles of laundry which Helen now
unwrapped, handing the list to Louise.
dont suppose he ever checked
on ms laundry in his life--but we
Will Six shirts, eight collars. two
paJamas. three pair socks, seven
handkerchiefs, two suits of under
wear
Louise with tense interest. marked
them OH the list and then helped to
put lhem away in the chiffonier
drawers.
She fingered yearningly over each
garment. Buttons were off. button
holes torn-all the ravages of the
modern hand laundry on the de-
fenseless bachelors clothes
Louise Is Happy
'I'll have time to mend them all
up In the week I'm here" ioyouslv.
on, it's so wonderful that | should
be here-doing this! Think how ut
terry Wretched / was two weeks agol
Helen, the whole worlds changed in
the last ten days."
Il know, dear. And oh. | want il
to stay changed! I want you to be
TRANQUILITY, restfully happy now -
without any more misunderstand-
ings!"
DO you know" dreamily. 'one of
the first things he said. as soon as
the doctor let him talk, was that he
was wiling to concede everything
rather than lose me again. oh he
needs me so, He makes me feel that
he needs me! And he's very gentle
now-very different from the old
1
A moments silence Then Helen
drew Louise down beside her on the
couch with an earnest:
Dear, this is hard to say-but I
feel so responsible for it all-that
there's something I must speak to
you about"
Louise looked at her wonderingIy.
ITS about your staying here in
TINS hotel for week or so. I've
IL
not sure that 1t will be wise"
"Why?" quickly.
| Helen hesitated ''WeU Carrie
came to see me this morning. She
thinks il would be very indiscreet-
that it would cause comment"
"Carrie!" with scornful impatience.
"Oh, I know Carrie hates me-she has
all along. She's hardly spoken to me
at the hospital. but I've been so happy
| haven't cared. You don't think I
mind what SHE says?''
But Louise, she may be right-it
may cause comment"
What if it does?" proudly 'If a
flew gossipy people wish to miscon-
istrue things they can. Do you think
that would influence me-now?"
Helen was pulling thoughtfully at
the tassel on the corner of q sofa pill
low. Somehow the arguments she
had meant to advance seemed sud
denly inadequate. And yet there was
still the feeling that it would not be
best for Louise to so defy conven-
tions.
l. \ Bold Plan
do you know" Louise started up,
walked to the window and back
lagain, II may not take other rooms
may stay right in these! [ NAV
marry Bob at the hospital tomorrow
land come here-as his wife"
LOUISE
"Oh, / know his whole family
would be up in arms, They'd want
all the red tape and conventions of a
formal wedding. But I'm not con
sidering his family-Tm considering
Bob and myself"
"But Bob" faltered Helen. II al
ways thought he was so very con-
lservative? I'd imagine he'd want a
lvery conventional wedding"
"He does. He hasn't even sug-
gested this" flushing slightly. 81
haven't either, yet - but l think ]
shall. I'm not going to risk any more
lseparations-Ive suffered too much.''
Il know, oh, ] know" murmured
Helen, drawing Louise's hand into
lhers.j
"You don't know" bitterly, you
CAN'T know what 1 went through In
! those three months at Palm Beach!
II tried to force myself to mingle with
other people, to accept attentions