The Richmond palladium and sun-telegram. [volume] (Richmond, Ind.) 1907-1939, 1914-03-16
Married Life
the Third Year
BY MABEL HERBERT URNER.

Yes, get everything down from
those shelves while you are up there. -
Della handed down the rest of the
boxes, then climbed heavily down
from the rather shaky ladder.
When she had gone back to the
kitchen, Helen sat down on the floor
and began opening up things. What
lot of stuff, What could she do
with it all? While their new apart
ment would have more rooms, the
closets were smaller. and she must
condense and throw away.
The first box was filed with old hat
trimmings, too good to throw away,
yet where would she ever put them?
Here was a black wing form winter
before last hat. 1t was an expensive
wing and just as good as new.
And here were those lovely silk
roses from that summer hat she had
bought at Akouses. She handled
them affectionately. 1t had always
been such becoming hat. Surely she
could use these roses on something
else And those We're the lavender
pIumes she had intended to have
dyed.
In all that bin, there was after all,
nothing she could throw away. The
next was a roll of patterns. At least
she could make away with some of
these.
A skirt pattern, tied with bit of
blue and white foulard--the ma terial
she had used How could she ever
have thought that full pleated skirt
attractive? This WAS the waist that
went with it, What big sleeves and
wide revers. a kimono pattern-she
would keep that. kimonos were al
ways the same.
But when she had tied up the pat
tern package, it was much smaller.
That much she had gotten rid of, and
the tissue paper would be good for
packing.
The mex vas the shoe box Those
beaded slippers she had bought at a
sale for Sl.49 They had seemed
small. but the clerk had assured her
that with thinner hose they would be
just right Yet even with her sheer
est silk stockings, they had been too
small, and she had never worn them.
She took Off her shoes to try them
on now. They were tighter than ever.
Were her feet getting larger. Helen
had always thought she had a very
small foot-2hb. And the thought
that she might new have to wear 8
was far from pleasing.
The slippers went back into the box.
The only person she knew who could
wear her shoes was the washerwom-
ans little girl. But a pair Of high
heeled beaded slippers would be hard
]y suitable for her. Perhaps some
:ir7e sbs vc.'.,2 Snd some one who
could wear them.
TIE pe1S package was small and
neatly wrapped. Shefeft it inauir
ipgly. Some of those things had been
packed away so long she had for
gotten what they were.
Oh yes, that sofa cushion cover had
never been finished. 1t was made of
tufted squares of silk but it looked
absurdly old-fashioned now Styles
change in sofa cushions as in every
thing else. Yet there was the silk and
cord and all the work she had put on
it. Perhaps Della would like it. She
called her from the kitchen.
Della, here is a sofa cushion you
can have-if You think you can finish
1t. 1t will be nice for your room.
But Della was never grateful for
any gift. She never seemed to appre-
ciate anything. And when she took
this with an ungracious Il amt got
much time fer fancy work, Helen
turned back to her boxes once more
vowing she would never give Della
another thing. She always regretted
tit made her uncomfortable
A roll Of leather trunk straps tied
together with a couple of shawl
straps. And she had thought them
lost. They had looked everywhere
FOR them when they went to Europe.
She laid them aside to be used in
moving.
A DIFFICULT TASK.
cumbersome brown paper bundle
she opened up one end. Her gym
nasium suit. What COULD she do
with that? She had never used it,
and as yet she had found no one 10
give it TO.
And so one thing after another she
unwrapped and wrapped back again
Most of them she would probabl Y
never use. yet they were too good to
throw away.
There is nothing more discouragine
than an overhauling of closet shelves
and oldtrunks. And Helens mind
was never one of prompt decision. She
had always to hover over and anguish
about at things before she could really
do with it, so she now spent a whole
afternoon and made but little pro
gress.
When she opened the bandbOX
with her winter hats, she forgot how
late it was, and began trying them on
What a difference a season makes
Not one of them could she wear as
it was. The black velvet would have
70 be reblOcked and the crown made
lower. How would that black wing
look instead of this feather?
Again she opened the box Of trim
mnes. Before she realized 1t, she was
trying the effect not only of the wing