The Richmond palladium and sun-telegram. [volume] (Richmond, Ind.) 1907-1939, 1914-03-05
Married Life
the Third Year
BY MABEL HERBERT uRNER.

what in thunder is thatv demand
ed Warren with sleepy irritation.
Wait. dear, I'll see.' and Helen
slipping into her dressing gown and
slippers, hurled into the front foom,
at the door OF which there was
vigorous knocking.
It's the laundry, ma'am," as she
held the door open a few inches in
quiringly. She opened it wider and
a large basket was thrust through.
"Nice time to deliver laundry,
growled Warren, as Helen came back
into the bedroom dragging the heavy
basket. Haven't they sense enough
to know people want to sleep on
Sunday morning.
But, dear, it ia time to get UP
anyway" glanoing at his watch on
the stand beside the bed. 1T is
halp past eight"
What of it? Got nothing to do this
morning." and he turned over heavily
Draw down that shade there, Will
you? am going to take another nap
vices at ST Pauls.'
Then you go ahead and dress. l
will be ready in time
When Helen came in from her bath
Warren was still sleeping soundly.
She waited until she was almost
dressed before she awoke him.
9Th" blinkingly, What time?"
"AU right You order breakfast.
Tell them to serve it in half an hour.
I will be ready. And hand in those
shoes out there, will you?'
When Helen opened the door to
get the shoes she saw several other
pairs down the hall. Evidently the
English were not early Sunday risers.
Helen now went into the front
room to do her hair. SO that Warren
might have the bedroom to himself.
When he wished she knew he could
shave and dress in record time. And
the breakfast had not yet been served
when he came in looking fresh and
vigorous from the mornings groom
ing.
whats the matter? Breakfast not
up?"
Not vet. dear. suppose every
body has breakfast served in their
rooms on Sunday and it takes longer"
"Where's the papers,
Il didn't see any There wasn't any
at the door
THAT is always the trouble over
here It is SO internally hard to get
a Sunday paper. 1t is about time
some enterprising American came
over and started daily with Sun
day edition"
why, don't all the papers have
Sunday editions?'
None of them. Didn't you know
1hat?''
But we had papers last Sunday.
Yes, the Referee and the Observ-
err But they are weeklies. Not con-
nected in any way with the dailies.
i O q
one now"
While he was gone for the paper
Helen went into the bedroom and
opened up the laundry. She spread
the clothes out on the bed to count
and compare them with her list.
Dear. there is two of your collars
missing" she called out when she
heard Warren enter the front door
again.
What's that" coming to the door
with some papers in his hand Here"
throwing her a copy Of the Referee.
Doesn't look very much like Sunday
paper does it. What did you say
about collars? ?"
why, dear, they have sent back
only eleven and | had thirteen on the
list"
But Warren did not seem to be
concerned about the missing COllaTs.
He picked up one Of the shirts and
was glazing at it furiously.
Look at that shirt, will you? Just
LOOK at it. I knew these English
laundries were rotten, but never saw
any work like this. He threw down
the shirt and took up the collars.
And look at these! Here shaking
one at her angrily. What do you
think fthat?' And look at the
rest of them-see those frayed edges
and torn button holes?"
THAT is pretty bad work. admitted
Helen.
"Bad-it is rotten! Why they are
not even clean. You can see the dirt
under the starch. Think | would
wear collars like that?'
Shall We send them back, dear?"
Fire them back first thing in the
morning. Why they are not washed
at ADJUST CLOSED and polished up,
Look like celluloid. And the shirts $500
look at the shine on that bosom! My
God, they need an American laundry