The Richmond palladium and sun-telegram. [volume] (Richmond, Ind.) 1907-1939, 1914-02-11
Married Life the Third Year

blown, and the air of festivity was
clouded by. the final farewells On ev-
cry side was heard some parting mes
sage.
Nov take care of yourself!" A
pleasant voyage!" Gable me when
you land" "I'll send you a wireless
But there were many more silent
and more pathetic leave-takings A
grasp of the hand, kiss, or a linger-
ing embrace, and some one would hur-
ry away with bowed head to hide the
tears that could not be kept back
Warren drew Helen over to the rail-
ing just above the gangplank by which
the visitors were leaving the boat
One after another they would hurry
off, then turn and wave their hand
kerchiefs in vague uncertainty, trying
in vain to distinguish the face they
sought among those leaning over the
rails.
woman in black was now hurry
ing down the plank, drawing her veil
closely about her face. Even from the
deck, so far above, Helen could see by
the quivering shoulders that she was
sobbing.
Now couple came down together,
but evidently the woman was to sail,
for the man was gently forcing her
back. Oblivious of the many spectators
the woman chung weeping to his arm.
At last he broke away and almost ran
off-not trusting himself to look back
For moment the woman stood gasp
ing helplessly after him, and then
turned and came slowly on board
again.
LEIEN wNNnEpc
And Helen looked down upon the
pathetic little scene, wondered if it
was always like this when a ship sail
ed, or had the horror of the recent
ocean tragedy made the parting hard
er.
"Oh, there they are-there, just be-
yond that post" and stout middle
aged woman, who was leaning over
bunch of roses at some one on the
deck below. Cant you see them ?"
anxiously, to the man who stood be-
side her. There's Belle, too. and How
ard" And she took out her handker-
chief and waved it with the flowers.
Helen thought she could distinguish
in the crowd below the little group
/ that waved back, one of them trying
to shout up some last message
through a megaphone hastily impro-
vised out of a newspaper.
Where is he? Oh, if we could only
see him. and young woman with
redeemed eyes was trying eagerly to
find place by the railing.
Warren stepped back to give her his
place, and then he drew Helen away.
Come let's not stand here"
And Helen understood. There were
others who had a better right who
were leaving some one dear, to whom
they were eager to wave last fare
we'll.
Dear, you are very thoughtful, -
pressing lovingly against his arm, for
she was always quick to appreciate
his slightest act OF thoughtfulness or
| courtesy.
HER COMMENT IGNORED.
Warren always ignored any such
comments; they irritated rather than
pleased him. And now he said CURLY.
Il want to go down and see if there
is any mall"
He guided her down to the saloon
deck. to what seeemd like a regular
hotel office, with two clerks assert
ing the mails.
"Curtis-W. E. Curtis" said War
rem briefly.
"Oh. dear, did you know we would
get so many!" whispered Helen de-
lightfully, as the clerk handed ont a
| number of letters and portcards, land
there are two telegrams!"
Warren tore one of them open and
she read Il D&eP hts ahouldeR