The Richmond palladium and sun-telegram. [volume] (Richmond, Ind.) 1907-1939, 1914-01-14
Married Life
the Third Year
BY MABEL HERBERT uRNER.

odIi L 1dASloSO, Val, o-4t-AS.
Leaving today, arrive Thursday,
$40 p. m. Deal closed O. X, clear six
thousand five hundred.
WARREN.
This telegram had come Monday
morning, and ever since Helen had
carried it inside her dress. Each time
she bent over the rustic of the paper
thrilled her anew with it's message.
Since the moment she had received
it Helen had but one thought getting
the apartment and Winifred and her
self ready for his coming. Every room
had to be cleaned, every window wash
ed, every piece of furniture rubbed,
the brass and silver polished, and all
the floors waxed. When the apartment
was in shining order. Helen sham
pooed her hair, ran fresh ribbons in
her daintiest ''frillikins" and went
over all of her own and Winifred's
clothes to see that they were in per-
feet order.
Warren was coming home! Warren
was coming home. 1t was like Won
derful song in her heart. And he was
coming home successful. And because
he was successful he was happier and
more kindly-his last letter showed
that
Helens nature was naturally most
optimistic one, and she was always
sweetly eager to forgive and forget.
She was ever ready to put aside the
heartaches of the past and believe
in the happiness of the future. If War
rem made only the slightest effort at
atonement her condolences from that
time on that he would be different"
and that everything would be right"
was almost childish.
And so now she planned and made
ready for Warren's homecoming with
an implicit faith that they were going
to be happy-very, very happy. Now
that the irritating needs for economy
were removed, she could see no pos
sible cause for discord.
In the impulsive generosity of her
love she seemed to forget all his past
selfshness and tyranny. This ever
recurring belief in him and in the flu
ture was an inherent part of Helen's
devotion.
Over and over again she pictured
their meeting-the moment when she
would rush into his arms and he
would hold her in thrilled silence. At
first she had the thought of going to
the train, and then she realized that
their greeting at a railroad would be
at best constrained and awkward.
TO LUX HEX 6ESi.
In some ways Helen was strongly
dramatic and now instinctively she
planned the stage setting for their
first moment together. 1t must not be
at a noisy public railway station, with
her in street suit in which she new
er looked her best. 1t must be at
home, where she could wear her pref
test gown and be under the soft
LIGHTS of link shaded candles
Oh, she wanted that first moment
to be a wonderful one. She felt that
his first glimpse of her would stand
out afterwards in his memory. Often
when we meet some one after a long
absence it is the first glimpse of them
that is most wildly photographed in
our minds And we are apt to think of
them as we saw them at that moment.
Helen intuitively knew this, and she
spared no pains to make every detail
of the setting contribute to the effect.
She would wear little white null
gown that she had made while War
rem had been away. 1t was really for
Summer, but he had always liked her
in white and this was very soft and
clinging and girlish. He had often said
that if women had any sense they
would always wear soft frilly' things
that all men hated stiff rustling
silks and heavy velvets.
Long before it was time to put it on
she spread the dress out on the bed.
Yes, it was very soft and frilly" and
the knot of pale blue ribbon at the
waist added to it's daintiness. Inside
the waist she seWed tiny sachet bag.
Warren loathed perfume-the kind
you poured on" as he expressed it.
But he was, as are most men, suscep-
tible to a subtle, Elusive sachet.
And all through Helen's clothes
there was this faint, delicate odor.
She had silken sachet pads every
where-under the lining of her hats,
in the lining Of her coats and dresses,
In her handkerchiefs and glove boxes
and through her lingerie. This was one
of her few extravagances, but one she
could not quite give up.
She bought by the ounce the best
violet sachet, never changing the
odor, and made little castings out of