The Pensacola journal. (Pensacola, Fla.) 1898-1985, 1918-12-26
Married Life, to Date
by MABEL HERBERT uRNER

to get back to his hotel and find his
wife and baggage gone
But, dear, 1 only thought it would
save you time and
Drop it, Drop it, 1 tell you. You
wanted to move here-well, you're
here, aren't you? What's the matter ?"
noticing her Redeemed eyes. Been
having Mysteries over it,"
Helen bit her lip.
We'll there's one thing you can
count on with sneeringf emphasis,
'if you ever come abroad again you'll
come alone and put UP where you
blame pleased I'll not be in the par
ty. Now, for heavens sake, stop your
sniveling." and throwing his cigarette
into the CRATE under the marble man
tel he slammed into the bedroom.
BY the sound of his moving about,
Helen, who was waiting in dumb mis-.
cry by the window. knew that he was
getting ready for bed. Suddenly he
opened the door with an angry:
Where in the devil did you put my
suitcase?"
(. I'm the closet, dear. All your things
are in that big closet"
"Only closet 1 see is hung full OF
your buds"
In the white wood paneling the
closet door was hardly noticeable and
now Helen darted in and threw open
the door with an eager:
isn't that a beautiful closet? And
all those patent hangers were already
there! Oh dear, don't you see it is
really wonderful place? And SO per-
fectly appointed"
But with another impatient, ooh cut
it," Warren dragged out and opened
up his suit case.
Helen went back into the sitting
room and gazed unhaDpily out the
window, until a creaking of the bed
springs told her that he was in bed.
He had turned out all the lights and
afraid to disturb him by their glare.
Helen undressed by the light from the
street. The narrow cane beds were
side by side, but she crept into hers
with a feeling that Warren was miles
away. He lay there with his back
to her, is out stretced form under the
white sheet looking almost giant-like
in the dim light.
The unfamiliar shadows and objects
of tie room, the strangeness of the at
mosphere, accumulated her wakefu1-
ness.
Her head ached and she was now
conscious of a gnawing hunger-the
morning. The discomfort itself she
was too unhappy to care about, but
the fear that 1t might keep her awake
to worry and angus through the night
made her think of a cake of milk
cocolate that Warren had bought on
the train. Softly she slipped out Of
bed, opened her satchel and felt for
the chocolate.
What in the deuce are You trying
TO do?" demanded Warren, suddenly
switching On the light by button by
the side of the bed.
Nothing, DEAR" shrinking from the
sudden glare. II was just looking for
a piece Of chocolate"
Chocolate? What's the matter2
Hungry? Didn't have much dinner"
mot much" stammered Helen.
mo. much? How much?"
Helen flushed as she unwrapped
bit of tinfoil from the chocolate.
$50 that's it! Didn't have any dinner
at all, Ell? Another of your foor per-
formances. Well, don't eat that stuff.
don't want you here sick on my
hands. Chuck 1t, 1 tell you!"
Dear. what are you going to do?"
anxiously as he crossed the room and
pushed a bell.
Get you something to eat
ON, L don't want anything, eX-
citedly. I'm not hungry. 1 only
thought I'd sleep better if 1 nibbIed at
something. Oh, please don't order
anything up here-it'll be so expensive
at this time of night. Why, it's almost
twelve"
Warren growled at her to keep still
and rang the bell again.
What can you get to eat here SO
late? Helen heard his demand of the
boy, who came to the door. whats
that? Well, send me a waiter-one
that can speak English! Understand?
Yes, English
Just what Warren ordered, Helen
who was still in the bedroom, could
not hear, but when he ad given the
order he came to the door wit a per-
emptory:
Get into your dressing gown-we
are going to have something to eat"
Bewildered. yet following a quick
impulse, Helen took from her trunk
one of her prettiest negligees. 1t was
a pale pink chiffon, charming over the
white lace of her night gown. Her
rumpled hair she srroothed under
boudoir cap. Her eyes. no longer red,
were now feverishly bright
There are few conditions under
which woman is not conscious of her
charm and even now Helen felt a faint
glow of pleasure as she glanced in
the mirror
Warren had turned on all the shad-