Judsonia weekly advance., 1915-06-16

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 don't try to un- pack tonight. Just take out what you need and get to bed-don't stay up for me. Here, I'll nct want this, taking a steamer cap from his bulging over- coat pocket.
 Wait, dear; do wear your muller. It's much colder here, and you're not used to it yet"
 But Warren, scorning the muller, buttoned his coat with a vigorous, Cold? This is fine-not that internal dampness we got in London"
 Anxiously Helen followed him to the hall door, and stood there until with a final nod he disappeared into the ele- vator. Then she turned back to the dusty, dismantied apartment with a feeling of utter depression
 How strange and unfamiliar every thing looked! As she switched on the lights and went from room to room, Helen almost wished herself back on the steamer. Even their stateroom seemed now more familiar than this. And their London apartment she pie tufed with an almost shomesick throb
 After the excitement of travelling, there is always a let down" in getting home. And now, instead of a feeling of relief at having left war-menaced country, Helen had a lurking longing to be back there.
 How she dreaded the unpacking! Every article would bring a rush of memories of those weeks in London that+noW seemed so wonderful
 Never had her home life appeared so humdrum, so duly uneventful. She shrank from taking up it's daily routine. Yet with the feeling that such thoughts were disloya1, she tried to crush them out.
 She had turned on the heat and the sizzling of the radiators emphasized the loneliness of the place. Everything was covered with dust She gazed about helplessly-where should she be- gin?
 When she had changed her travel ing suit for an old kimono Helen went out to look for a dust cloth As she swung open the kitchen door there was a sound of dripping water, start lingly loud in the stiffness.
 Stumbling against sharp corner of the table, she groped in the dark for the light. One of the faucets in the pantry sinks was leakingl No, it was not turned off! Had it been dripping all these weeks?
 Nora was too careless. They should never have left her to close the apart ment, but Warren had insisted that it would be all right
 How had she left the refrigerator? A strong, musty odor greeted Helen as she opened it. Far back were a cou- pie of shriveled tomatoes In a greasy brown paper was a piece of bacon green with mold And her last warn- ing to Nora had been to leave nothing in the iceboxi
 There were no clean dusters. Nora had left them all in the bottom of the broom closet, black as floor cloths Not having the heart to investigate further, Helen turned off the kitchen light. In the hall closet rag bag, she found one of Warrens old undershirts which she took for a duster.
 Even the toilet things on her dresser Nora had not put away, and the air had tarnished the silver and rusted the pins in the cushion.
 The first thing tomorrow she would call up that Danish employment agency She would never take Nora back, of that she was now grimly de- termined.
 The snow blew in from the outside sill as she raised the window to shake out the dust cloth. It was piercingly cold. The wind was growing stronger. It rattled the window panes with dis nal whine. Oh, why had Warren gone down to the office on such a night? How desolate it must be in that great deserted building with only the night watchman on guard.
 She pictured him unlocking his dark office with the silent covered typewrit- CTS, the closed desks and safe. He had taken her there once at night, and she had never forgotten that impression of deathlike stiffness of tense suspended activity.
 Her nerves already taut, she startled violently as the phone shrilled out. It was Warren! He was calling her up just to break the awful loneliness of that office. She flew into the front room. falling over an open suitcase in her eagerness.
 .Hello!" joyfully.
 Number, please, snapped central.
 Why--you called mel