The Pensacola journal. (Pensacola, Fla.) 1898-1985, 1917-09-28
Married Life
the First Year
CHAPTER xxx.
BY Mabel Herbert Urner

CHAPTER xxx.
It was Sunday morning. And
Sunday was always difficult time.
Everyone got up later and the ma
chinery of the household seemed new
er to run quite smooth.
While on week days Warren was
off to his office by 9, on Sundays he
rarely got up until 10. But instead
of the long rest being beneficial, it
seemed only to make him more lrrl-
table.
And this morning it was raining,
which kept him from his accustomed
walk and added to his irritablllty.
Of the four Sunday papers winch
he always took only three had been
delivered that morning. The lrregu,
larity in the delivery of papers had
been frequent of late, and now ne
started into the nursery to complain
to Helen about it. (Whatever went
wrong he somehow always managed
to make her feel responsibility. AS
he opened the door he found the
room sitting hot and close, with the
radiator suffering loudly IN the cor
ner.
"By George! What are you trying
to make of this room hot-house
! Helen was kneeling before the
lower drawer of the chiffonier laying
out some fresh clothes for the baby:
"Oh, Warren, shut the door-we're
getting ready for the baby's bath"
well, it will be a steam bath IN
this room-why, it's sickening."
"Warren, don't stand there talk
ing and keeping that door open.
Either come in OR out-but shut the
| doorw 49,,
But Warren stood obstinately,, still,
holding the door open. Don't you
know such heat as this isn't good Tor
anyone? Why. the child will be sick
if you battle it in here"
"And it will have the Group II you
keep that door open!'
"No, it won't. What are you try
ing to make of it, anyway hot
house plant? I tell you right now,
I'm not going to have any child OF
mine, raised that way. | want q
rugged, hardy, healthy child-not a
frail, sickly, pampered thing"
"But this a baby, Warren-a lit
tie baby! You can't begin"
"Oh, yes you can-you can't pegln
too soon. Accustom it now to plenty
of fresh air-don't weaken 1T IN
room like this"
Il suppose YOU'D ADVISE an 1SS peaeAA
with all the windows open?"
"Well, by Jove, l am not so sure
even that wouldn't be better than
this"
ooh" YEARLY, "what do you know
about baby's bath? Please shut
that door and go await will take
half an hour to get the room warm
again. I've been bathing it every
morning so far, without your suppes-
tons, and think I can dispense with
| them now"
This was a mistake, and she knew
it, but he had been irritable all
morning, and her own patience was
almost at an end.
"You can, eh ?" angrily. "Well l
guess right here is where my sugges-
lions take effect" And he strode
across the room and turned off the
sizzling radiator.
"Now if that baby is to be/bathed
| this morning it is to be done IN a
moderately warm, well-ventilated
room. and not in this whiting heat"
Helen disdained to answer this
and went on laying out the baby's
clothes with elaborate care. Her
silence only served to further irritate
| him.
ADO you hear what I say? Since l
am the father of this child, | propose
to have some voice in its bringing
up" Here the telephone bell rang
shrilly. With muttered exclamation
he went in to answer it.
With flushed cheeks Helen was
still bending over the clothes when
he came to the door again.
"Jim Weston wants me to go out
to the country club to play golf. Inc
rains about stopped now" he spoke
with a careful attempt at careless
ress. well have lunch out there,
| ard l can easily get back for din
ner." ;,
"Why, yes, why don't you CO."
stiffly.
.Um- think I will"
| He went into his room, got into
his golf suit, strapped his sticks. and
with a strained and profunctory
"Goodby, I'll be back around seven.
hurried off. The subject of their
controversy was entirely ignored.
When the door banged after him,
Helen went back into the nursery,
turned on the radiator, which
promptly renewed its suffering.
Then she carefully closed all the
doors, and with a sigh of relief pro-
ceeded with the baby's bath.