New Britain herald., 1915-11-30
A Busy Morning.

Lhatlng dish supper. For a moment I could not separate the real events of the night before from the troubled dreams which had filled the hours since I went to bed had dreamed of babies, all night | long, gruesome visions of dead babies, l terrifying dreams of trying to save l dying children. ''Dicky!" I called his name as loudly as I could. To my surprise | he rose from a chair at the foot of my bed. I had not seen him when ] awoke.
 Are you still bewildered?" he l asked playfully, yet with an anxious look. 1T was beginning to be afraid | you were going to be ill. You've been having nightmares evidently, talking Tn your sleep of trying to save somo child. I've tried to .waken you two or three times, but you wouldn't bGdge."
 1T remember now,' I said. "The maid from across the hall ran in here last night with that baby in a .con- vulsior, and Mrs. Underwood had brought it out before the doctor ar rived. Have you heard this morning how the child is?'
 NO. Only awoke an hour ago my self. Been watching you since. Do you feel like getting up? Katie has breakfast ready, I think, and I ought to be getting over to the studio.''
 "Oh! Dicky, Is so sorry to have kept you waiting. Run along now, and r. be ready in no time."
 Don't hurry. There's no life and death matter waiting"
 I slipped on a negligee and break fast cap, stockings and Japanese house slippers. bathed my face and hands and came out to the breakfast able. I did not feel comfortable for ! always tub and dress completely before breakfast, but I did not wish to keep Dicky any longer.
 The Baby Better.
 ''You ought to wear that rig oftener Madge." Dickys tone was admiring. You look ripping in it.''
 I'm glad you like it. I feel ter ribly sloppy in it.
 Katie brought in the breakfast things, her face beaming.
 Dot baby, him better"
 That's good,'' Dicky said Flow cid you know?" He winked slyly at me.
 Dot girl, dot Susie, across hall, she bring back hot water bag early dis morning, say much obliged, baby 1 better, tank you. Den she hurry back queeck."
 1 Rather discourteous way to treat | us. don't you think, dear? I should | have thought the mother would have 1 brought the bag herself and thanked us for our trouble' ] Don't be such stickler for the ! thing Sh no | thought you might need the bag. They | probably are pretty we'll upset, you l krow.'
 l I did not answer. I did not wish 1 to argue with Dicky, but I had an in- ward conviction that the people across the hall were snobbish and ill-bred. resolved, however, that lack of 1 courtesy on their part should not make me forget my own training. l l meant to go to the door later in the | day, and ask after the baby. By the reception I received I could judge whether I should offer any further courtesies.
 Well, goodbye, sweetheart
 Dicky swallowed the last of his coffee hurriedly, and kissing me as hastily-and I feel almost as per. functorily-took his hat and coa' and went to the StudlO.
 I fingered over my breakfast. I fel lazy, tired. I am not used to late hours, and they exhaust me. As 1 finally rose from the table, the tele phone rang.
 'I will answer it, Katie,'' said |" am going into the living room any day.
 As took down the receiver, hear, an unfamiliar feminine voice, it tones cultured pleasant. "Is this Madison square 246S?"
 Yes"
 "Is Mrs. Graham there?' 1T am Mrs. Graham. Who is thi please?"
 A Whisper Overheard.
 "Oh! Mrs. Graham, I am Mrs. Smitl of the Lotus Study Club. I just re 1 ceived your note, saying you woult , consider taking the leadership of ou history sectivn.. I as Sd glad. Wher can I see you and when?"
 1T have no engagements this weel at all.' I answered Any day tha
 will suit your convenience will be al l right for me-"
 "How would tomorrow afternoon a
 do, then?" . "very we'll indeed. Where shal . we meet?" Let me see. You are at Twenty
 ninth street Suppose we say tha
 dear little tea room, on Twenty
 ejgth street "The Sign of the Spin
 ring Wheel, isn't it called?"
 "Oh! yes, I know the place per
 fectly How shall I know you-"
 A clear ringing laugh came owe
 the telephone.
 How perfectly absurb! We neithe
 of us know what the other looks like
 Suppose we initiate the marriage cor
 respondence schools, and each wea | al. lr