The Pensacola journal. (Pensacola, Fla.) 1898-1985, 1917-09-15
Chapter Xxx.

AS Helen now shrank from going
out alone, Warren tried always to get
home in time to take her for a short
walk before dinner. He was now
more than ever anxious that she be
not so closely confined, and their
walks through the. quiet streets in the
gathering duss had come to be an
important part of the day.
Sometimes they wou!a stop in
some cheerful restaurant for dinner.
He would secure table in a secluded
corner where she could have the di-
version of the gay scenes, the lights,
the music, and still be shielded from
any curious gaze.
After any of these little outings
he always brought her home in a cab.
He was anxious that she walk one
way, but not both. Her strength
must not be taxed. Once she sug-
gested going back in a car, and he
answered hotly:
'I'll not have you riding in street
car now"
She stepped into the cab he had
peremptorily summoned, her heart
beating fast and a soft flush in her
cheeks. :. Or how sweet and wonder
full it was to be taken care of in this
way!
All the way home he held her
hand in a warm, strong clasp, while
she leaned close to him How care
fully he helped her from the cab and
up to their apartment, insisting that
she slip into a negligee and lie down
at once. -:
Cheerful and Loving.
And now as the time drew near,
more and more she had come to re
gard herself with thrilled sense OF
awe More than ever now must her
health and strength be fostered--
not for her own sake, but for the sake
of something else.
Since that night when: she sobbed
out her fear in the dark, they had
both carefully refrained from refer
ring to it again. But now and then
when she would suddenly cling to
him, her face hidden against his arm
he would know that the fears had
come back, and would hold her close
in silent, reverential understanding.
If any secret dread crept into his
it in any way. When he was with
her he tried to be uniformly cheerful.
And if he spent any. anxious hours
at the office-she never knew.
They had fitted up the spare-room
as a nursery. A white crib with it's
tiny hand embroidered pillow and
soft down covers, stood in the cor
ner And there were: many. other
things, the mere buying of which
had given Helen. so much happiness
The dressing table was covered with
dainty pink and white things-pow-
der boxes and brushes.
Her Dream Child.
One afternoon Warren came home
I L L. l.
She had not heard him enter, and
for several moments he stood silent
| II beside her. Then very gently he
lifted her to her feet and led her out
of the room.
In spite of his efforts to be with
her allthe could, he felt that she was
too much alone He wanted to have
some one with her during the day
but to this she would not listen.
Later there would have to be the
nurse. But now she shrank from
the thought of having stranger
around.
"No-no," she insisted again and
again Il want no one, have more
now than I ever had-my dream
child and you"
it. From the very beginning it had
been the am-child"-never any
thing else.
Warren had opened small bank
account in Helen's name-for the
dream-cflild. And they planned that
each month something would be add
ed to it. In that way, in a few years
there would be enough to insure their
child's Observation-Disclosures might
happen-to them.
The expense Of the last few months