The Pensacola journal. (Pensacola, Fla.) 1898-1985, 1917-12-28
MARRIED LIFE.
BY Nobel Herbert Urner.

II BY Nobel Herbert Urnsr.
Helen 10 Still III snd Her Father Tel
esraphs for Warren.
Warren e Curtis, Broad Streer,
New Yory City. New York.
Helen is very ILL., Come at once.
NJ. G. ALLEN.
This was the telegram which Hell
ems father, DR.. Allen, had sent. and
he had sent it without Helen's knowl-
| edge. For, although she had now
been very i'll, for over a week, sho
still persistently refused to let them
send for Warren.
Only she knew the cause Of her
illness-that midnight walk in the
yard with only her bedroom slippers
and a light wrap over her night
gown.
And when she had come in, and was
feeling her way through the hall, in
the dark. her grouping hand had
touched the telephone. And, at that
moment, had come the wild impulse
to call up Warren in New York. She
did not stop to think Of the cost-nor
Of anything except that she could end
her suspense!
For over a half hour she had stood
there. shivering in the dark until
Central could make the connection.
And then, at last, she had heard War
ren's faint Hello" and when she
asked wildly-what was the matter
why hadn't he written--why hadn't
she heard from him so long-he cut
her of, furious that she should have
gone to the extra expense Of this long
distance call.
Fell sebhins on the Floor.
And she had fallen sobbing on the
hall floor beneath the telephone, and
crouched there in the dark, too
wretched to move. When. at length
| had thrown herself on tho bed by the
window, still in the dew drenched
gown.
The next morning she had had q
binding headache and q high fever.
And yet she had risen with the de-
termination to 90 down town to tho
telephone once and pay for her mid
night call to New York, 50 it wouldn't
be put on her fathers bill. They
would then. never know that she had
been desperate enough to try reach
go before breakfast, before any one
Warren in this way. II she could only
saw her and realized how ilrshe was!
She had slipped on her hat and coat
to her mother who was in the dining
room
I'm going for little walk before
breakfast. I'll be back in fifteen or
twenty minutes"
But as she started out, she had met
her father on the porch. In one giAnce
he had seen something was wrong
why, Helen, what's the NATTER"
Nothing, only I didn't sleep very
| we'll, and thought I'd go for a wall,
before breakfast
But you are sick: You're not able
to go out. Come here and let me
see you!"
"Oh, no; TIL feel better when I get
a little air."
Then the Fever Broke.
But he had taken one Of her hands
| and looked at her closely. Then he
had put her to bed and installed her
mother as nurse. Before night her
fever had been 1o4
The next day she had been worse.
And when he had wanted to send for
Warren-she had refused to let him.
It was not, until now, the eighth day
Of her illness that he had telesrapned
for Warren without her knowledge
He had sent the message about sew
en- in the morning. At three o'clock
came this reply:
DR. NJ. G. Allen, Carterstown, Mo.
Is my coming imperative? Almost
impossible to leave now. Write IL
condition is critical
WARREN e. CURTIS,
With a, mutter oath, DIR. Allen gated
at the telegram in his hand. That Hell
ems husband should have sent such
an answer! Hurriedly he wrote this
reply:
Warren E. Curtis, Broad Street,
New York City, New York
Helen critically ILL., Your place is
here. Drop everything. Come
NJ. G. ALLEN
Mrs. Allen came in just then and
saw the crumhIed telegram on the
table before him.
From Warren" tremuousIy, as she
picked it up. He nodded.
She read it and laid it down with
a sigh: II was afraid So Can't you
see that's why she didn't want you
to send for him.
Then the man is a brute. No decent
man would refuse to come TO his wife
under such circumstances.
Martin. I'm afraid" Mrs. Alien