The Richmond palladium and sun-telegram. [volume] (Richmond, Ind.) 1907-1939, 1914-11-19
Married Life
Fourth Year

Helen opened her eyes with a vague
consciousness that something was diff
ferent She was too sleepy for few
seconds to remember, and then it all
came over her with flood of memory.
Winifred was home!
The long trip and the short time
they had been with her mother seem
ed already like 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 yet
altogether lacking in tenderness OF
any kind.
While they had been in Cleveland
she had noticed it so much, but now
that she began to think back, this
attitude had begun before they had
left. Could it be possible that War
rem was still thinking of that absurd
incident concerning J. Woods Atkin-
son?
1t amused Helen to think OF day
passing without any of the little DICK
erings and disagreements that war
rem was sure to indulge in when ne
was entirely himself.
She tiptoed into the next room. Win
fired was lying in the middle OF the
large brass bed of the guest room,
her tawny little head half buried IN
the pillow and her small white arms
flung high. Her cheeks were family
flushed and she was breathing regu-
larly. There was no trace save In the
half-parted lips of shadow OF any
thing that allied the child, and Helen
thought with a pang of the hospital
where Warren insisted that the opera
ton must be performed. Even her
mother had laughed at the idea Of
worrying about it, but Helen dreaded
it just the same, and of late Warren
had neglected to pooh-pooh the idea.
Perhaps he hated it just as much as
she did, but men are always 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 severity
about them, an absence of childish
ness, that Helen hated to see and
longed to remedy. Already her
thoughts were jumping wildly ahead,
and she was planning raptCrously a
dainty wardrobe of sheer little Mother
Hubbard dresses, made full inch
above the knee, and leaving good
eXpanse of dimpled little legs clad in
socks and black strap slippers.
What fun it 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 time
and trouble she would begrudge and
how willingly she would give up any
thing 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 continued to
| treat her so coldly as he had of late,
/ all the pleasure of thinking and plan
ming would be dimmed for her
UnconsciOusly she had bent over
Winifred and was watching her close
! ly, when a movement in the room sud-