The Washington herald., 1916-12-04

This series II . continuation Of
''rheir Married Life.s produced BY
Mabel Herbert Urner for four years
-'rhe Married Life of Helen and WAR
reh.v appearing exelusively In this pa
per. is the only series now being writ
ten By Mabel Herbert Urner.
They live very plain. Turner gets a
fair salary. but he's trying to get ahead
so don't expect any frills," explained
Warren, as they turned into a street oi
moderate-priced apartments.
Il thought he was going into business
for himself" Helen shrank from some
boisterous roller-skating children, who
crashed up behind them.
, so he Is, that's why they're saving
every cent now. Guess they don't give
many dinners-she does all the work"
/. We'll, we've had them twice, suppose
they wanted to do something; two forty
eight-isnt that the NUMBER"
In the dfmly-lighted vestibule. they
scanned the names over the double row
Of bells. wv. F. Turner"-it was a better
looking card than the others.
The unlocking click OF the latch an
swered their ring. Pushing open the door
they entered the narrow dark-papered
hall. From somewhere came the quavey
of a phonograph and the fretful cry of a
child.
TOP floor, l. think he said" announced
Warren. starting UP the stairs.
Hurried steps from above, and Mr.
Turner came running down to meet them
Sorry we haven't an elevator" as he
shook hands with Helen, but it's only
two nights more
Good exercise" was warren's hearty
comment. -
On the top floor. Mr., Turner threw
open a door and led the way into q
tiny room. with a cot-lounge, typewriter
desk and a shelf of books.
"lf you'll take your things of In here, u
alphabetically. You see we've rathei
small quarters"
. why this is fine" approved Warren
you've made this into a study"
Helen laid her wraps on the lounge
and they went into the next room-the
living and dining-room combined. There
was round center table set for din
ner, bookcase, q small sideboard and
weathered oak
A half open door gave a glimpse OF
the kitchen with Mrs. Turner hoverins
over the gas-stove. Flushed and embar-
rassed she came out to greet them.
II can't be the cook and a proper
hostess too" with laughing apology
Our maids out on Sunday night" then
quickly as though fearing her Jest would
be taken literally, ''and all the other
nights"
''It was very nice Of you to have u.s."
murmured Helen. Il hope you haven't
gone to any trouble"
mo indeed. I enjoy it,. in her soft
English accent But I'm afraid our Iit-
tie fiat seems very cramped after your
roomy beautiful apartment"
why, it's most attractive here-so cozy
and homelike. You look very comfort
able" Helen almost gushed In her effort
to seem appreciative.
'-Oh. no, VIII, don't sit down yet," as
Mr.. Turner drew the chairs to the table.
Tn not quite ready. I hope you people
aren't very hungry"
''Ravenous." laughed Warren, intent on
the bookcase. "I say, Turner, you've
some good old editions here"
The books kept them engrossed, while
Mrs. Turner iuttereas back and forth
and finally brought in the soup.
Although the china and table appoint
ments were inexpensive. they were dainty
and well chosen. A small vase Of sweet
peas bore testimony TO the English love
for flowers.
Il suppose you miss your garden" OBJ
served Helen, thinking the flowers were
needless eXtravagance.
"Oh I get so homesick," sighed Mrs.
Turner wistfully. "win does too. though
he won't admit it. This was our cot
tage," rising to take from the mantel
a photograph OF a charming vine-covered
villa "1t'S in qolders Green-about
forty minutes from London
Helen thought of what 1t must mean
to give up such a home and live in these
shut-in rooms overlooking smoked-black-
ened roofs-with not even a glimpse of
green. Z
"And everything's so much higher here
1T frightens me. We pay thirty-five
dollars for these four rooms and bathl
Why our cottage with the garden was
twelve dollars a month. And food-I
come back furious every time 1 go to
market"
you mustn't think Of it that way,
Nell" reproved her husband. MY
salary's double here what 1t was IN
London"
1T know, but I'll never get used to
the prices. No. you sit still. dear" as he
started to help her remove the soup
plates. I've everything just ready TO
bring in." .
It was a delicious English dinner. A
joint OF mutton. grilled tomatoes and
DuDDle-dnu-SQuedh green CaDDage ana
potatoes cooked together. dish unknown
in America.
'This's a real treat" enthused Warren.
helping himself generously.
You remember the first time we ever
had it?' asked Helen. ''At the Holbern,
wasn't it?"
And the next half hour was spent in
interested "reminiscences of London res
taurants, for the Turner's were eager to
talk about home
We can't get the real Stilton here, this
Is the nearest to It," when. Mrs Turner
brought on the watercress salad and
cheese.
Later, while the men smoked over their
whiskey and soda, Helen insisted upon
helping her clear the table. The tiny
| kitchen. with its blue walls and white
papered shelves. was spotless.
Yes, do all the work, except once
week woman comes in to clean. Will
expects to start in business for himself
next year, and we're saving every cent