The Washington herald. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1906-1939, 1917-03-26

This series L. . continuation OF
Their Married Life" produced BY
Mabel Herbert Urner for four years.
the Married Life of Helen and War
REM appearing exclusively In this pa
Per, b the only series now being writ
ten by Mabel Herbert Urner.
With q shrinking repulslon for the fat,
oily bacon, Helen cut OF five clumsy
slices. She never could bear to touch raw
meat. and bacon was particularly loath-
some
The knife was dun; II could not be the
one Jane used It had been so long since
Helen had got breakfast that she felt
awkwardly incompetent
The bacon out, she lit the gas under
the skillet, then turned her attention to
the cocoa She had forgotten to bring in
the milk. Opening the kitchen door she
took up the milk, bread, and morning pa
per.
Holding the bottle to the light she esti-
mated that there were three inches OF
cream, yet Jane claimed there was never
any cream. Helen's suspicion that she
drank It was confirmed.
Taking down a saucepan, she gazed in
dignantly at the burnt, rusty bottom. II
was one OF the new white saucepans that
she had bought since ChristmaA Jane
was particularly hard on all the enameled
ware.
The milk on, Helen mixed In a teacup
three teaspsoonfuls Of cocoa with the
same amount OF water. Smoothing this
to a paste. she turned sharply at the
odor Of burning grease. The skillet was
smoking, the Ave pieces OF bacon black
ened to q crisp.
With a cry OF dismay she shut OF the
gas. scraping tho charred bacon into the
garbage pail, she wiped out the grease
with the paper from the bread, put the
skillet to soak. and took down . clean
one.
Six slices would be enough, she thought,
as she cut the bread for toast scorning
the toaster, she lit the oven, for oven
toast was so much better.
A kissing sizzle! The milk was boiling
over. She snatched OF the saucepan.
but not before It had streamed over on
the stove.
Furious at her inef1iciency, Helen stirred
the cocoa into the still sImmering milk
She had not smoothed it enough. for there
were floating brown Jumps. Lowering
the burner she put It back to boil up once.
Placing the bread in the now hot oven.
Helen once more took the bacon from
the ice box. No wonder there was such
n demand for the high-priced sliced ba-
con in glass Jars. 1t was worth the diff
ference not to have to handle this fat.
oily strip.
She had Just forked the bacon into the
sizzling skillet when a curl of smoke rose
from the oven. The toast! 1t was all
scorched. Two Of the pieces would do
for her. but she would have to toast
more for Warren.
The next few moments with desper-
ate concentration she tried to divide her
he
bacon, so that nothing would burn or boil
over.
mo. you'll have to wait for your milk.
Grossly to Pussy Purr-mew, whose beg
gng was insistent
The grape fruit, She had entirely for
gotten that. snatching the big yellow ball
from the ice box, she slashed It In two.
hurriedly coring and seeding Warren's
half but not taking time to fix hers.
where's the paper" called Warren,
with disconcerting briskness.
IT'S here. I'll bring 1t to you In MIN
utes"
whats the trouble?" freshly shaved
and groomed, he came to the door. Don't
look as IL you're enjoying It"
There's your paper" pointing with her
elbow to the kitchen table, needlessly
cluttered for the simple preparation OF
breakfast
"Hustle now, it's after eight" as he ex-
tracted the paper from under the bread
knife and a carton Of eggs
Dear, don't stand there-it makes me
nervous I'm hurrying all can. Wait,
take In the grape fruit Put this piece
at your plate
Breaking the eggs was a delicate oper-
alton, for Warren would never eat an egg
with a broken yolk.
An aEgravating buzz of the dumb
waiter. 1t would Just have to walt
as she cracked the last shell, parting
it carefully over the skillet Then
the thought of having the garbage
stand all day made her hasten to
shove the pail on the clamorous
By the time she washed her hands
and turned back. the eggs wer done.
A hasty search for the pancake turner
to lift them out. Where did Jane
keep It? 1t was not hanging up nor
was 1t in the table drawer.
The eggs were getting overdone.
Trying to make large fork serve
the purpose, she broke the yolk of
unused.
The bell! Impatiently she flung
open the door. II was the elevator
boy with the mail. Expecting Jane,
with whom he always held a friendly
parley, he stared surprised as Helen
took the letters and slammed the
door.
FOR the love of Mfke!" from the
dining-room. How much longerT
go right ahead-eat your grape
fruit. I'll be there in q second"
Great guns, this Is sour" was
warren's next beloved complaint.
where's the sugar."
"Oh, forgot that. Right there in
the china closet-the second SHELF
That's lump" he roared back.
The pulverfzed Is there too-in that
small bowl"
Not waiting to pour the cocoa into
the chocolate pot, Helen took In the
saucepan on an asbestos mat War
rem, having finished his grape fruit,
was irritably impatient for the rest
Of his breakfast
Screening behind the sugar bowl
her own plate with the broken egg
and burnt toast, she poured for her
self the first cup Of cocoa, trying to
pour off all the Jumps.
mo mail? glowering 1t his mussy
On, yu srsos ~ bring IT in-