Orleans County monitor. [volume] (Barton, Vt.) 1872-1953, 1915-09-29

silence, the paper propped up before
him. His cereal he pushed away
with an irascible, whats the matter
with that cream? Looks like it's
blued!"
HE didn't leave nothin' but milk
this mornin', sir. That's the top Of
the bottle" volunteered Emma, as she |
came in with the bacon and eggs.
Helen poured the coffee and served |
Warren with two eggs and three |
pieces Of bacon, and herself with one
egg and two pieces Of bacon.
"Why in thunder can't ever get |
bacon cooked the way want it? This
stuff's burnt to crisp" rapping it
with his fork.
Dear, she does cook yours less.
That doesn't look very we'll DONE"
you mean that's the way you want
it-burnt to a shrivel. How much
nourishment do you thinks in that? If
I didn't get a good square lunch-Pd
not go far on this breakfast"
'Why, dear, you know I want you
to have everything just as you want
it,
Huh, I know that bluff. You take
mighty good care to have things your
way You want your bacon like dried
chips. and your boiled eggs hard as
bullets-so I've got to stand for the
same kind of fodder"
Helen did not try to meet this TRADE
with argument Instead she rang for
the maid.
Emma as the girl came to the
door, latter this don't cook any of the
bacon so much. I'll take mine the
same as Mr.. Curtis. Cut it thicker
and don't crisp it,
But even this effort at Cancellation
Warren ignored. Having gulped down
his second cup of coffee, he took up
his paper, pushed back his chair, and
strobe out into the hall.
For moment Helen's hurt resent
ment kept her from running after him.
He was getting into his overcoat. She
heard the rattle Of his cane as he took
the hall door.
"Warren!" She darted after him
but the door had closed.
Even then she felt he would come
back to kiss her good-by, with an
ironical, Thought I'd gone, eh?"
The seconds passed. She opened the
| door. He was not standing before the
elevator. The hall was empty.
"Shall I put this cloth in the wash,
Helen. heartsick, passed the dining
room.
"Yes-oh, no, it doesn't NATTER"
running to the front room window.
A delivery boy with a basket, a
couple of girls hurrying to work, a
| shambling old man in wind-whipped,
/ threadbare coat-except for these the
street was empty. Warren had al
ready turned the corner.
It was foolish to feel so wretched,
she told herself with passionate reas-
surance. She had done nothing to irri-
tate him. 1t was not her fault. She
must not let this spoil her day.
But Helen had the feminine trait
of magnifying the thing that dis
brooding.
By noon she had visions of Warren
leaving her altogether, and of herself
facing a loveless and destitute old
age. The impulse to "do something
to avert these threatening calamities
was irresistible. She could no longer
keep away from the phone. She must
call him up before he went to lunch.
His stenographer answered.
Eyes, Mrs. Curtis, Mr.. Curtis is
right here. Just moment!"
"Hel1o!" 1t was Warren's voice,
curt and hurried.
"Oh, dear, I couldn't help calling you
up" quiveringly. Tin awfully
sorry about that bacon.
"Eh, what's that?'
Tim so sorry about the bacon
'Talk up, can't hear you," impa.
tiently. "Wait minute, Miss Middle.
ton." to his stenographer, who was
evidently tipping. "Now, what is it?'
Something in the curt, matter-of
, factness of his voice helped restore
Helen's sense of proportion.
ooh, IL" f1oundering desperately
for something to say, 81 can't find the
, name of the laundry. I thought maybe
you'd have it down there
"Oh," in impatient disgust, ST can't
bother about that now Colonial
Cumberland, some such name Look
it up in the book. By the way, I met
Stevens in the subway; they want us
to come to dinner Thursday. See ii
I've got clean white waistcoat."
> Helen turned from the. phone with
a hysterical desire to laugh Would
she never learn? It was always like
this-she was always anguishing over
something to which Warren had not
! given a thought.
Did other women wear themselves
! out in just such futile hours of use
less, youth-wasting worry? Were the
peace Of mind and happiness of other
: wives so Datheticallv denendent 11nor