South Bend news-times. (South Bend, Ind.) 1913-1938, 1914-02-23
HELEN Co.'s TO \ BOX
PARTY AND MIR. TRAVIS
AGAIN TAKES HER HOME.
BY MABEL HERBERT URNER.

in amazement. How had he known?
He smiled at the question ia ner
eyes.
"Oh. can read your thoughts
sometimes"
act. the play had worked itself out
TO the stereotyped happy end" The
husband had conveniently shot him
self in a ut OF dependency brought
on by large gambling losses and a
week OF dissipation. And the wife was
left free TO marry the good and
loyal" man who loved her.
AS they left the theater Mr.. Travis
insisted that they all go somewhere
for supper. but Helen firmly refused.
II don't like TO break up the party"
she apologized. but / must get home
10 Winifred-I shouldn't keep Della
too late"
Then Wen drive through the
park" suggested Mr.. Travis. as he
put Helen into a taxi "It'n only take
a few moments more and the park
is beautiful tonight"
1t was beautiful. Everything was
snow covered. The branches Of the
trees outlined in snow stood out in
an etching against the starlit sky. A
distant tingling Of sleigh bells added
TO the scene.
You're going with US 10 see The
BystanderS,' next week." as the cab
drew up at the door.
"Oh, I'm afraid 1 can't" Helen
murmUred. I'm not used To so much
diversion"
That's why it's good for you. I'm
not going TO let you say no. I'll get
the tickets and leave Mrs. Stevens to
persuade you"
And before she could protest he
was gone.
J had been away Helen went TO bed
: without writing him. II was late and
she was very tired. She would write
in the morning.
Troublesome Thoughts.
She opened the window, turned out
| the light and shuddered down under
| the cold sheets. But somehow she
was restless and nervous. and could
not sleep. Although Warren only
wrote her twice a week and some
| times only once, the most brief and
| unsatisfactory notes-still she felt I'M
comfortable that she had not written
her nightly letter.
And Mr.. Travis? Was it right
that she should go out with the
/ them? Was it possible that Mrs.
Stevens was arranging this purpose
| ly?
Here the dining room clock struck
! the half hour-half past IL. She tried
| to put all disturbing thoughts out OF
her mind and go 20 sleep. She
counted one hundred backward-then
started TO count sheep going over a
! fence-but was more widely awake
! than ever 1T was useless. She could
not sleep until she had written War
| rem.
She got out Of bed turned on the
| light and put down the window;
lrI,fw -, .C1I xr~ffE 7Irr
a dressing gown about her, she sat
down to write.
| Dear warren
1t IS after midnight. But I could
not so TO sleep without writing you.
l went to the theater tonight might with
| Mrs. Stevens. We saw The Only
Reason" 1 enjoyed it, but did not
| think it very true.
a MIR. Travis was in the party. l
think L wrote you about him before
He was with us at the Alden Club
4 dinner.
Here Helen paused. Should she
say he had brought her home? And
! then she felt her face burn-why
| shouldn't she say so? What was
getting into her lately that she mao
such curious thoughts?
He brought me home tonight. Next
week they are going to see 1.-The By
Il
them. They all seem to think /
ought to get out more. but I'm sure
that I'll go so soon again.
Oh, dear. do mics you so and
YOU say nothing about coming back.
| Every letter l look for some word
| OF when you will return. Surely it
will mot be much longer. And write
me. Warren-try TO write a little
oftener. The last two words were
noted.
You see I cannot miss even one of
my nightly letters TO you. Was so
| tired tonight that I thought / would
| let it go this once-but I couldn't
! sleep. SO 1 got up again and am
| huddled up here iE my dressing
| gown. my fingers are so cold L can
| hardly write.
1t is beginning to snow. I can
| hear it on the window, and the wind
| is howling-yOu know how il sounds
me feel more alone and need you
A I owing goodnight. dear
HELEN.
Throwing shout her a long coat
Helen hurried out and rang for the
| elevator.
Please take this to the corner and
mail il" handing the letter and
dime to the sleeping elevator boy 81
want il 10 be in the first mail in the
morning.
She hurried back. threw off the
coat turned out the light and once
more slipped into bed And this time
IL was TO sleep.