The Richmond palladium and sun-telegram. [volume] (Richmond, Ind.) 1907-1939, 1914-05-04
Married Life
the Fourth Year
BY MABEL HERBERT uRNER.

BY MABEL HERBERT URNER.
THAT must be the landing down
there. / can't see that sign, but I'm
sure that's where you get the St. Cloud
boats"
Hadn't you better ask some one"
ventured Helen. Its SO far to 60
way down there and find 1t isn't the
place"
Il tell you it is the place." scowled
Warren, who always hated to ask his
way, and often wore Helen out trying
10 ind a place without guidance.
Already they had walked across the
Alexandra Bridge, and Hen was
tired and hot. Her feet ached, too,
fer she had foolishly started out in
pair of white canvass pumps which
she had bought the day before.
A gravel path and stone steps led
down to what Warren thought was
the boat landing. But evidently it
was not in use this season, for the
place was deserted except for man
who was shearing dog in an empty
shed.
He was sitting on the ground hold
ing on his knees King Charles
spaniel whose sleek body he was
clipping close. leaving only the lion
like ruff of neck and tai. The dog,
grateful to be rid of his heavy coat
this hot day, lay patiently on his
back.
"Tll be darned!' muttered Warren,
looking around the deserted landing.
Il know those boats used to start
from here"
But it's been seven years since
you were in Paris" protested Helen.
You can't expect to find everything
just the same! Do ask that man
where the right landing isl CAN'T
walk much farther"
We'll, if it's along here Well find
it, obstinately ignoring her sugges-
ton. There, see it now! Isn't that
a boat just pulling in?'
HELEN INQUIRIES.
Helen's heart sank, for the landing
Warren pointed to was back beyond
the bridge. And it might not be the
right one! Determinedly she ap-
preached the man with the dog If
Worren would not ask, she would.
Not knowing the French for boat
landing" she repeated st. Cloud, st.
Cloud?' and pointed to the landing
beyond
Out oui, madame" nodded the
man. Understandings, while the dog,
in spite of his inverted position
waggeg a friendly tail.
Warren was already striding back
up the stone steps. Hope you're
satisfied" he grumbled, as Helen
breathlessly caught up with him.
That's the st. Cloud boat there now.
If you hurry we'll get it,"
Helen. her shoes hurting her at
every step, kept up with Warren's
long strides as best she could. AS
they drew near they could see st.
Cloud" fluttering on red flag over
the boat.
May have to wait another hour
if we don't catch this!" called back
Warren, running ahead to get the
tickets.
The boat gave warning whistle.
A man was loosening the chain. Were
they going to miss it after all? War
rem had the tickets now and was
waving them at her! Helen, flushed
and GREATNESS, reached the boat only
a second before it moved off.
"Whee! That was close and War
rem wiped the inside of his hat with
his handkerchief. Pretty good sprint
for hot day.
"Oh, can't you find me a place to
sit down." painted Helen. MY feet
hurt SOL"
Don't see any place. do you?'' look
ing around the crowded boat, on
which every seat was taken. What's
the matter with your feet, anyway?
You've been hobbling ever since we
started
It's these shoes l bought yester-
day. They're plenty big" defiantly,
but they're too stiff. They hurt in
the back at the heel
Hump, you ought to know you
couldn't get a decent shoe in this
country. Why ON earth didn't you
bring enough with you?"
Il did, dear, all except white ones.
We'll, serves you right. They
ought to hurt you, if you haven't more
sense than to start out on trip like
this with a new pair of shoes.
Paris had been hout, but the Seine
was hotter The sun glittered on the
water that was not even rippled by
breath of air. The iron rail, against
which Helen was leaning, almost
burnt through her gloves Would she
have to stand on her aching feet in
this blazing sun all the way to st.
Cloud?
WARREN COMPARES.
They talk so blamed much about
the beauty of the Seine-well | don L
see it! Can't hold a candle to our
Palisades along the Hudson
But Helen was much too uncom-
Portable to note the scenery.
None too clean either went on
Warren. Hope they don't drink this
water But that's so-Frenchmen
don't drink any water. There's
scat. if YOU want one as man rose
to get out 1T the next landing.
Helen sank into the seat, and with
a sigh of relief drew off her slipper
under her dress. Warren did not
trouble to come and stand by her. but
stood where he was, leaning on his
cane by the railing
AS they left the outskirts of Paris,
the river grew cleaner and the seen