The Lamar register. [volume] (Lamar, Colo.) 1889-1952, 1916-11-22
WILLIAM Wins
BY SHIRLEY MOSES.


The photograph next door called the
sentiment out of the window just as
Lillian Farrell tied Il checked apron
over her afternoon dress and started
down stairs for the kitchen. She had
come home from party and there was
no time to change. William would be
home soon wanting his dinner.
That's as true as the Bible she
agreed. for things had gone wrong all
day and instead OF the bridge game
soothing her ruffied spirits IL had made
things worse. She had always envied
Madeleine Dempster, her well-ordered
house, clothes and servants, but she
had gone prepared to ignore the diff.
ference in their circumstances and to
have a good time.
But almost everyone there had a
new dress, rich new satin or silk, city
made. Instantly she had felt frumpy.
And. looking around the room at the
carefully massaged faces, professional
ly shampooed heads and manicured
hands that bore burdens of gems, she
felt that every line in her face was an
inch deep, her hair thin and badly
done. and her hands red and rawboned
from dishwashlng.
So her resolve had been shortlived.
1t had been impossible to keep a brave
front when every fiber in her was pro-
testing Mt her lot. She complained of
IA headache, played badly, and left as
early as she could.
Not woman there had to go home
and get her own dinner II doesn't
seem fair. William doesn't seem to
realize that he is thirty-eiEht and
should have made some money by this
lime. He's as happy and placid as II
Summer day, in spite Of the fact that
tis one and only venture in stocks
ms cleaned him out OF almost every
cent be hnd-all we've worked for and
saved since we've been married. Men
make me- tircdl"
She banged the kettle of potatoes
ga the stove. lighted the bruilrr for
die steak and fixed sun.c cheese balls
Tor salad.
Il hate this old kitchen. | hale
this oil house, and my old clothes, AMI
hate-Wiliium! Yes, hate. hate.
45to him There h. is now r.
The front door shut and william
called back, Hello. monsy 2" They
aad never had any r!lildrrn. hut he
aad adopted The pet name long ago.
Hello, she answered duly. clear
rG the coffee with cold water.
lie crossed the Kitchen and kissed
ter or the check.
Go to the bridge partyT
"Ycs."
Have a good time7"
NO"
mo? What's the matter. girlie-one
Of your headaches aguin?"
"a little bit"
well, dear. I'm sorry. II thin-s
are ready I'll wash up and be down
in jiffy."
As he took his good-natured bulk
out Of the kitchen Lillian wiped an
indignant tear from the corner of her
eye, and began lifting" the dinner.
She lighted table candles, poured
out the water and sat down. William
came in.
Looks dandy, momp
No answer.
Peach of steak. You know what
l like. And mashed potatoes Good I"
He looked around at the buffet on
which stood the salad and dessert.
Cheese salad and Spanish cream,
tool What have l done to deserve
such a layOut7"
"Nothingi" she snapped.
William carved in silence. The snap
had divulged something he had not
noticed. His wife was out of humor.
Lillian, her eyes on the candles. tast-
ed some coffee. Then: THE girls all
had on stunning new dresses today. 1
looked fright beside them"
You look finel Never saw you look
better. You imagine thingsi"
mo, don't. I'm tired of everything
cooking, housework. and doing with
out things"
Tired OF me, honf
"Yesl"
''The devil you areP'
Instantly she was sorry.
''oh, no, I'm not, WIN. But you're
always so good-natured, and you don't
seem to understand. I'm worn out,
guess, and can't help 1t, but I'm tired
Of being poor"
A shadow crossed his face. $50 am
l, dearl 1t is tough lost that money
on Petrollne. 1 thought you could get