The Richmond palladium and sun-telegram. [volume] (Richmond, Ind.) 1907-1939, 1914-05-15
Married Life
the Fourth Year
BY MABEL HERBERT URNER.

Dear, will you lift out this tray for
me-" ...r
Where do you want it," With his
cigar In his mouth, Warren lifted the
tray from Helens trunk and stood
looking around for place to put it.
Here, on the bed. No-wait,
want to fold some things there. Just
put it here" showing forward chair.
But the chair seat was not quite
wide enough, and the next moment
the tray toppled over. its carefully
packed contents scattered over the
floor.
The DEVIL" muttered Warren,
scowling at the upturned tray.
"Oh, had it all packed" bewailed
Helen, almost in tears.
Well, why'd you tell me to put 1t
there" resuming his study of the
steamer plan, while Helen turned over
the tray and began to repack it on
the floor.
"lnis outside room on Deck B looks
pretty good he frowned,. but there's
that promenade deck right outside,
and we don't want any Internal band
waking us up every morning, as we
had coming over. What d'you say?
Take a chance on that room?"
why. dear. whatever you think
murmured Helen absent-mindedly, in
tent on repacking the tray.
We'll, look this over when you get
down the plan, thust his cigar between
his teeth. took off his coat and drew
a bunch of keys from his pocket.
When Warren packed. he went at
it with a grim determination to get
through, and it took him only about
one-fifth the time it took Helen.
Now he pulled out his trunk from
the wall, unlocked it, strobe over to
the wardrobe and came back with an
armful of suits.
"Oh, do be careful" warned Helen,
who was sitting on the floor. with the
contents of the tray spread around
her. But even as she spoke box lid
crunched under Warren's foot
Then don't plant yourself right in
the middle of the floor! Shove that
stuff up against the wall or go into
the front room-this bedroom isn't big
enough for us both to pack in"
Helen dreaded packing. IL was al
ways trying time, for Warren hated
the confusion and was always irrit-
able.
How about those soiled clothes?"
he demanded, taking down the laundry
bag from the wardrobe door. want
me to put them in my trunk?"
"Oh, yes, if you will. Dear, I'm go
ing to be SO crowdedif you could
only spare me a little ROOM"
We'll, can't told you to buy
an extra trunk. If you didn't get it,
that's your own lookout"
But we've got more trunks at home
than we've places to put Them pro-
tested Helen. II hated to buy an
other" Then suddenly, Isn't that
some one knocking? Won't you see?'
Warren strobe into the front room
and returned with large basket OF
clothes.
"Oh, I'd forgotten about the laun
Try" exclaimed Helen in dismay. How
WILL get all those things in?"
WARREN FINISHES.
With shrug Warren went on with
his packing, and in marvelously short
time he was through.
"Now you can have the field to your
self" as he locked his trunk and went
into the next room. I'm going tc
write some letters
Fer the next hour Helen anguished
,ver her packing. Even her dainties
,,ings had been crushed into the small
st possible space.
''Gettins thrcugh?' Warren appear
Cd st the door with the stamped let
,rrs in his hand. This is our last
night in Paris. How about going over
TO the Cafe de la Prix?"
och. dear. | can't-I'm not nearly
tArcush." glancing around the room
til Uttered with things yet to be
/ cked. And with that hard Channe
rip cmcrrow--won't we be too tree
i, 20 out tcnight?"
Wen have the whole week on the
stearrr to rest up in
YES, ! know. tut | dent believe
~ so cut tonight"
y right, suit yourself. but I'm GO
ing"
r heart sank as she watched hin
Tnsh his coat, take his hat and sticl
snd start out 1t was wonderful
night. soft breeze blew aside the
curtains. bringing in the strains of {
T. slant hand organ, and the mingled
street sounds Of the summer night.
Helen started up. 1t was their las
ui;ht-oh. why hadn't she gone with
nm? She would finish packing wher
they came TACK. What difference die
it make if she didn't go to bed at all
Freathlessly she ran to the door, bu
the hall was empty. Warren hat
gone down. Then she saw on tn,
dresser the letters he had left Their,
when he brushed his coat. Would HI
crme back for them
lurricdly she dressed for the stree
10 Re ready in case he should come
Then she gathered up the letters an;
started down to mail them. He Nigh
SIN be lingering about the office.
The lobby was full Of people, bu
warren was rat there She dropped
lie letters in the box and walked t
ono of the long. low French window,
that opened out on the street Thi
vas their last night in Paris Neve
had the lights and saiety of the street
seemed so alluring
She pictured Warren at one OF tn,
little outdoor tables before the CAT
de la Paix, slipping cognac an
Watching the gay throng that streame,
by that popular corner Then like al