The Richmond palladium and sun-telegram. [volume] (Richmond, Ind.) 1907-1939, 1914-04-04

questioning eyes, then walked straight
to Helen and put the kitten in her
lap. "Oh, how DEAR of you!" as
Helen stopped over to put them both.
Il have little girl and she has q
kitten, too. She calls it Pussy Purr-
mew-Pussy PURR-ME! Isn't that a
pretty name?"
The child nodded and made q mo-
ton as If to climb into Helen's lap.
"No. no, Alice!" protested her moth
er Mrs. Curtis cant hold you and
tho kitten both"
Eyes, l can hold Alice and Alice
cand hold the kitten" laughed Helen,
lifting the child up on her lap.
For the next few minutes Helen
forgot the purpose of their visit. as
she talked to Alice about Winifred
disagreeable reminder when Warren
asked, glancing at his watch.
what time did you expect your
husband, Mrs. Winthrop"
"Why, he should be here now; his
| business takes him out SO many even
ings but he said tonight he'd be gone
only little while"
They waited until almost 10, but
still Mr.. Winthrop did not come.
ooh, I feel so sorry for her!" ex-
claimed Helen. when at length they
came out on the street again. Shes
really very nice-and think of her liv-
ing In that place with that hdeous
| furniture for over a year!'
Eyes, she's fine little woman,
agreed Warren, land I don't under.
! stand it, Winthrop hasn't made much,
but he's made enough for them to
live better than that There's screw
| loose somewhere"
AS they approached the subway a
couple were standing just beside the
entrance.
by jove, that's Winthrop now
whispered Warren, as he drew Helen
back into the shadow. They stood
there only an instant, but 1t was Ions
! enough to hear the man say:
II hate to see you go home alone,
| but I've been out SO many nights, that
she's began to complain"
"Oh, I'm not afraid" laughed the
girl, who was young and rather pretty
In a cheap obvious way. But don't
| forget you're to take me to dinner to-
morrow night. And see if you
| can't"
But Warren had led Helen out an!
| down the subway stairs.
ooh, that couldn't-that couldn't
have been him." stammered Helen.
That's Winthrop all right If you
hadn't been along, I'd liked to have
punched his head That's where his
money goes. That snip Of girl when
he's got that fine little woman home!'
| "Oh, Warren, can't you do some
! thing? Can't you talk to him
! CAN'T you make him realize
| whats the use talking to man
like that? He ought to be horse
whipped. Next thing we hear he'll be
running off with that girl, and leaving
! his wife and children to shift fol
themselves. I'll never see my three
hundred-that' dead sure; but I'm
not thinking SO much of that as OF the
| little woman up there
| An express train drew in now, and
as they were whirled homeward, the
roar of the cars made talking impos
sible A torn newspaper lay on the
floor just in front of Helen. Hell
glance fell on the headlines, DE
serted Wife Shoots Husband IL
Street.
With his cane Warren was absently
turning the paper over as he frownet
unseeingly at it. But Helen read the
lines on the other side: "Eloping cou
pie found at Atlantic City. Man sale
to be Mr. w. F. Lawrence, wealthy
cotton broker with a wife and two
children, girl is Miss Ethep'-the res
was torn off.
Helen knew that such account!
filled the papers daily And tonigh
she had seen one of these tragedie:
in the making. She had seen the wife
and children at home and the maj
talking to the pretty insipid girl OF
the corner.
The pity and horror of it all swep
over her. How many wives in thi:
great city, she wondered, were at tina
very moment waiting for husbands
who were with other women
AS they left the car she chung clos,
to Warren with the feeling of secur
ity that she thought of unfaithfulnes
of other men always brought How
ever irritable and indifferent-at leas
he was true to her! Never had tn,
certainty of his loyalty seemed 81
precious.