The Pensacola journal. (Pensacola, Fla.) 1898-1985, 1918-12-17
Married Life, to Date
BY MABEL HERBERT uRNER

Another knock, and again the stew
ard called:
Bath ready, sir!"
Helen. who was sleeping in the up
per berth, pushed back the curtain
and leanded over the edge.
Warren. Warren. There's the bath
steward-your bath is ready
oh, all right" growled Warren,
turning over to doze again.
Dear, you must get up, He's hold
ing the bathroom for you. Some one
else may be waiting"
Let them waiti"
1t was not until the steward came
twice again with his insistent knock
and call of bath read that he finally
got up
With the stateroom to herself,
Helen now climbed gingerly down the
step ladder which hung from the up
per berth. She clipped into the blue
cashmere gown she had bought for
a steamer bath robe, got out the rub
her case that held her soap, sponge
and tooth brush and was waiting
when the steward came to call her
for her bath.
There were only two names on the
card which hung by the bathroom
door, her own for $3.50 and a Mrs.
Whiting for 9. Helen wondered why
there were not more
is it warm enough. n1a'am?" ask
ed the stewardess, who had solicit
, ously followed her to the door.
Helen dipped her hand in the water
with a sense OF unwonted luxury in
| having her bath prepared. A large
towel was spread before the tub. an
| other over the bench and two others
! lay folded ready for use.
! When Helen bolted the door and
! slipped into the huge tub of warm
! salt water, the dixconforts of the
! crowded stateroom were forgotten in
| the real luxury Of a sea bath. She
did not hurry, but took the full half
] hour allotted to give Warren time to
| dress and get on deck.
| With d pleasant sense OF we1l-being
! and exhiliaration from the salt bath,
| Helen went back to the state-oon. To
! her anlaZement she found Warren still
in his bathrobe, lying in his berth.
! why, dear. what's the matter? Are
! you sick?"
! Wei, I feel pretty rotten"
! ooh, I'm so sorry" Then, anxious1y
! feeling his head, DO you think you're
Seasick?'
! The Vibration.
! t'Seasick," with a sheer. when it
has been like a pond ever since we
/ started? It's this Internal vibration!
That's what it is, You insisted on
! this outside room-now you see it's
] right over the engines. This devilish
vibrations enough to upset anybody.
! Just watch those curtains shake!"
! 1t was true that the stateroom was
directly over the engines, and that the
! vibration was very bad. Helen watch
h Sx,lr
, ing heart.
/ Constant jiggle like that's enough
| to make anybody sick he growled.
! eff we'd taken that other noon we'd
! been up fore instead Of back here over
this confounded machinery. But that
! was an inside room, any you set up
! a howl about air"
! Dear. I'm so sorry, Can't I get
! you something? Where does it hurt
| you most?'
! "Oh, 1 feel rock all over"
! Maybe if you'd get on deck-the
air might help"
There you go again! The air, The
| air. It's because you've gone clean
daffy on the air question that we're
over these blasted engines"
! Helen knew that whatever sugges-
ton she might make would only pro-
! woke him further. He was always
/ particularly irritable when he was ILL
Here, take away some of tie con-
| founded pillows, will you? Th-'re like
bricks
She took one of the offending pill
| lows from under his head and adjust
ed the others more comfortably.
/ Dear, don't you want the steward
! to bring you an orange? Perhaps if
! you'd eat something
/ More Grumblins.
\ But Warren only grunted his dis
approval while he pulled angrily at
the covers in their sheet encasement.
Get this thing straight here! I'm
cold. Why on earth do they sew UP
their covers in a bag, anyhow? About
as unwieldly as a board.
That's to protect the blankets,
DEAR" as she tucked him in. This
way you're sure of not getting next
to you a blanket that's been over
some one else. It's much more sani-
tary."
But Warren was not in a mood to
approve of anything. With fretful
flop he turned over and demanded a
drink of water.
mo. not that" as Helen started to
Il take one of the water bottles from its
L rack in the washstand. Thought you
were so aIl-fired particular. You gre
always spouting about things being
sanitary. That's not fit to drink
stood there all night
Although it had been covered with
an unturned glass and was perfectly
i fresh. Helen rang for the steward and
sent for another bottle.
Tell him to bring me the juice Of a
II grapefruit with cracked ice.
Would you like a little toast, too