South Bend news-times. (South Bend, Ind.) 1913-1938, 1914-01-09
SECOND YEAR OF
MARRIED LIFE.

Helen slowly drew out her hat pins
and laid them on the dresser before
her Although she was gazing into
the mirror she hardly saw her refiec-
ton.
How could Warren have spoken to
her like that? How needless to hu-
initiate her before the Stevens. She
was running one of the hat pins
through the hem stitched edge Of the
bureau cover when she went over
every incident OF the drive.
Just because she had screamed
when those dogs had darted almost
under the car! How could she have
helped it? And yet il made him
furious and he had hared out at her
before them all.
"Shrieked like a Cemanche Indian"
was one OF the things he had said.
Her lips Quivered as she remembered
MRS. Stevens look of surprise at War
ren's anger, then her kindly effort to
put her at ease by claiming that every
exhibition OF nerves make man
angry.
And then they had stopped at the
road house and Warren had hardly
spoken TO her and had shown his dis
pleasure by ignoring her in the most
pointed way all through the evening.
And when they reached the hotel he
ing there on the gravel path while he
called out:
Stevens, don't you want another
smoke before you go to bed?"
For a moment she stood waiting,
thinking of course he would go with
her up the steps; but he had DELHI
erately walked off with Mr.. Stevens
and left her standing there. And
she had made her way up TO their
room with a burning sense of indig-
nation.
And now she realized that she had
not even taken off her hat. She drew
out the hat pins she had so carefully
woven into the bureau scarf and
reached up TO unfasten her veil.
The door opened and Warren en-
tered Helen did not turn, but their
eyes met in the mirror. His were
still hard and angry.
What on earth have you been do
ing? You haven't got your hat Off
yet I thought you'd be in bed by
this time"
He took off his coat and drew a
chair TO the open window, put his
feet on the sill. and lit a cigar. Helen
laid her hat on the shelf of the mar
row closet, folded up her veil and
started TO put 1t in the top drawer.
But il was a cheap oak dresser, the
kind prevalent in summer hotels, and
the varnish had stuck and now the
drawer refused TO open.
She could put the veil somewhere
else, it was not necessary to open that
drawer Just yet. But she dreaded the
long sullen silence which she felt War
rem was falling into, so she asked
quietly:
Warren can YOU open this drawer
for me? II has stuck somewhere.
without answering he lowered his
feet and put his cigar on the window
sill, and came over and jerked at the
drawer But il obstinately refused to
open. Again ne tried. but still with
out success With a third effort one
of the cheap brass handles came of
in his hand.
With a muttered oath he fastened
back the handle and tried again.
Everything on. the bureau swayed
perilously.
"Ch. wait-wait." Helen caught a
powder box as il was sliding off.
Don't - you will knock everything
over"
But unheeding. Warren gave an
other vicious jerk and bottle or
toilet water came crashing over the
hand mirror. breaking the mirror and
spilling most OF its contents.
AS the bottle tottered, with
scream Helen darted forward TO catch
II.
That's right. scream some more,
You're doing well for one night" And
with a jerk II sent the brushes and
other things sliding 10 the floor, and
then the drawer came open.
Warren stalked back TO the window
and resumed his chair and cigar.