The herald. [volume] (New Orleans, La.) 1905-1953, 1917-12-13


Arthur, how can you joke on such
q subject? What can we do?"
I'VE might try boarding" he said,
rattling some loose change in his peck
ct.
Mrs. Van Tyne frowned. "If we
board, the children will get pert and
horrid. l hate boarding house chill
dren. We shan't board"
''Then we might get a divorce ard
then | could marry the cook and make
home for the children. How does
that strike you?"
Arthur l think you are horrid to-
night. I'm sure we've always been
Happy together even If we have had
troubles with the servants" his wife
said. you might think of some plan
I think"
That's the only one I can think of
now" he answered, as he went up
stairs.
Mrs. Van Tyne went into the library
and laid down on the couch. She cried
little for she found that even Arthur
was rather unfeeling, too, today. Her
head ached and her thoughts seemed
to waver.
She could never remember exactly
how the divorce was gotten, for her
head seemed TO ache always now, but
she knew that she suffered horribly
when she had to leave her children
and her eX-husband. She kissed the
children all around twice and told
them never to forget her. The baby
cried TO 90 with her, but she unwOund
his little arms from about her neck
him a slight pressure of the hand for
the cook was watching them from the
dining room door. Arthur had never
looked more dear to her than at this
moment, but he only said carelessly:
Come and take dinner with us some
day-any day after tomorrow. You
know tomorrow is our wedding day."
and he smiled at the cook.
The cook was dressed in a gown of
blue and red plaid and she carried her
oNNOlulOI
In some way poor Mrs. Van Tyne
stumbled out TO her cab. 1t was very
bitter giving up husband and children.
so they could have a home and some
one to cook for them. But the hardest
trial was yet to come. After some
time had passed, she met Arthur one
day coming out of an employment
agency. He looked careworn and seedy
and tried to avoid his eX-wife. But she
caught his arm. "Why have you been
in there?" she cried, pointing at the
agency.
ITO get cook" he stammered, look
ing down at his rusty shoes.
ITO get cook-you married the
cooliI'
"Yes, I know" he answered. "But
after we were married she said she
was a lady because she had married
gentleman, and so of course she
couldn't keep on cooking. i couldn't
deny that / was a gentleman, so you
see she had me. Logical, wasn't she?"
he smiled drearily. Besides, she is
learning the banjo now, and that takes
IN good deal Of her time"
How do you live Them"
"We are 'mealers' at the restaurant
on Chestnut street."
HAS the baby cut any more teeth1
Does he chew on his rubber ring? she
asked.
81 saw him chewing at the poker yes
terday," Van Tyne answered, as he
walked away.
She looked after him. He stooped,a
bit as he walked and had quite lost
his alert, prosperous afr. She felt that
all her sacrifices had been in vain.
"And don't suppose any of tile chill
dren have on their winter flannels yet
or"
"Wnke up-dinner Is readyw Some
body was shaking her shoulder. did
1 act like brute?" somebody was say
ing. She opened her eyes. 1t was
Arthur.
Aren't we divorcedT she asked.
"Don't think so. Oh, / know what
you mean-the cook"
Mrs. Van Tyne took hold of her hus-
bands arm. II had such a horrible
dream about you and the cook being
married ttnd the baby's teeth. I can't
get over it,"
While the second girl was passing
the soup the glad strains of the accor-
dion came up from the kitchen by way
of the dumb waiter. katie seems hap.
by tonight" Van Tyne said.
"Her beau has come back from To-
way" the second girl answered. "He
wants her to be married as soon as
her weeks up. He was the one that
learned her to play so nice on the &C
Gordon"
Mrs. Van Tyne smiled-if she had
only known about the beau from Iowa
before the dream. 1--WE must give her
a wedding present" she said In her re-
lief to find that dreams are not real.
."Yes," Van Tyne replied with a grin.
"We1l get her red silk plated &C.
Gordon set with mother of pearl with
II is more Blessed to Give than TO
Receive engraved on the plate"
Dugny. The surgeon and nurses I'm
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