Cheyenne record., 1915-06-10

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ILL.,. Zeppelin raids.
the Londoners
were at last aroused.
She went into the bedroom. AS she
gazed moodily across the narrow
courtyard, a woman's form was sud
denly outlined against the drawn blind
of a lighted window. Her every move
ment was clearly silhouetted.
Helen watched her, fascinated. With
clenched hands she was walking up
and down the room. Then she dropped
into a chair, her face buried in its
cushioned seat, her shoulders culver
ing with convulsive sobs. There were
abandonment and abject grief in every
line of her slender figure.
Something that looked like a news
paper lay on the floor beside her.
Helen's thoughts leaped to that daily
column of killed and wounded.
At any other time she would not
have followed the impulse that now
came to her. But the war had broken
down many barriers.
The next moment Helen was hurry
ing down the hall to the apartment
opposite. 1t was some time before her
tfmid ring was answered.
who is it," asked tremulous
voice, the door opening few inches.
MRS. Curtis-from the apartment
next door," faltered Helen.
The door opened wider. the woman
still shielding herself behind it.
IL know you're in trouble" i'm
pulsively. II saw you through the win
dow-the curtain was down, but I
could see your shadow. Don't think
me intrusive, but l knew you were
alone-and l couldn't help coming"
The woman's only answer was to
turn back into the room and throw
herself sobbing on the couch. Helen
followed, constrained and awkward.
After all, what could she do-what
could any stranger do?
Its someone-in the war;" gently,
drawing chair beside her.
The head O. the pillow nodded.
Helen took one of the hot. clenched
hands in both her own.
A small desk clock licked harshly.
Then the woman sat up and looked
at her DULY.
"Oh, it's not what you think" reck-
lessly. TITS not my husband or my
brother-or anyone whom can grieve
over openly. That's why I'm alone. I
don't dare have anyone with me-any-
one that might know"
Helen felt a tightening in her
throat: she did not attempt to speak.
HE was brought home yesterday
wounded-fatally, the papers said.
That's all l know. can't go to him.
I can't even telephone know
my voice." She looked unflinchingly
at Helen, "He's-another woman's hus-
band"
Helen did not start or draw back;
her hold on the hot land frightened.
This morning l drove by in a cab.
The blinds were down, but there was
no-crape. I'm going again tonight.
Oh, it's torture-not knowing!"
Abruptly she rose and took from q
desk drawer a leather-cased photo
graph. 1t was strong, clean-cut face
of virile Englishman.
There was nothing the whole world
couldn't have known" her burning
eyes were on the picture. And yet
now that he's dying I'm almost sorry
there wasn't!" defiantly. Can you un-
derstand that?"
Helen nodded.
"Oh, we're more natural. more prim.
tive in times like these! That's why
can tell you tilis. And yet" slow
-ly:; IF he should get well-it would
be just the same. Oh, we've made
such waste of our lives-such a pitt
full waste! It was all my fault, but
I've paid for It." bitterly. I've paid
for one foolish, hysterical moment
with six years Of torture"
six years" breathed Helen.
I'VE were engaged" she steadied
her voice "Oh. 1t was such a trivial
thing we Quarreled over! And he
he took 1t seriously. He threw up
everything and went to India Last