The Pensacola journal. (Pensacola, Fla.) 1898-1985, 1918-07-15
:. MARRIED LIFE THIRD YEAR

| he could so easily have had his din
ner sent up? What IL she should be
seriously Ill over here? It was not
the Hines that she thought of with
such terror, but the fear of learning
to what extreme Warren's selfishness
and Indifference might go. She must
not be ill-she must not put him to
that test.
little later there was a knock at
the door, and waiter entered with a
tray and placed it on the bed beside
her There was a bowl of chicken
broth. thin buttered toast and some
crisp fresh romaine salad.
At least, Warren had remembered
that she loved romaine. 1t was an alb
curdly little thing to offset the rest
OF his selfishness. yet 1t brought
faint glow of pleasure.
But she could not eat. Just the ex-
ertion of raising on her elbow to ge.
at the tray made her dizzy.
When Warren returned he frowned
at the untouched tray.
That's no way to do. You've got
to eat to keep up your strength"
Dear. couldn'ti" appeafingly
stretching out her hand on the cover
let with the hope that he might take
1t and sit down beside her.
iod ndFthl IIi6u, ignoring neT
hand. Now see If you can't take
some of that broth. alt, Ill fix that
pillow at your back BY George, these
English pillows are heavy ana hard as
bricks. Thought you were going to
have the maid take off this bolster
II did tell her, dear, but I guess she
forgot"
Huh, she didn't want to take 1t off. !
She's always made her beds with q
big soggy bolster and two soggy pill
lows and she's not going to chane.
That's the Enlish of it"
He jerked off the bolster so rough !
ly that the whole bed shook and the +!
bowl of broth sloshed out on the tray
cloth.
There now" adjusting the two pif- |
lows at Helens back
Obediently she slipped at the broth, !
then pushed 1t aside with a faint. !
Dear. can't: my throat's too sorel" /
Throat sore?" Why's that?" His
tone implied that she had wiIfulIv
chosen TO have a sore throat
It's been Sore all afternoon. You
don't think can be getting tonsillitis !
do you? Doesn't that start with a .
chill?'
Tonsillitis-huh. Wonder you don't |
say diptheria. You get a touch of /
cold and you think you've something
serious. Here, I'll ring for the waiter /
to take this tray away, and you turn |
over there and try to sleep You're /
ready for the night, aren't you?" |
"Oh, no-no"
Alone Again.
Well, now, don't get UP and do a /
lot fusing around and catch more
cold. That things loose-sleep in
that. I'm going downstairs to get off
some letters. AQd 1 want to find you
asleep when I come back TIL turn
in without waking you. You'll be all
right in the morning. !
He had Switched off the light SO 1t /
would not shine in her eyes, and Helen /
lay there in the darkened room with
an ache in her heart that was much
harder to bear than the pain in her
throat.
When, an hour later, he came back /.
she was not asleep, but she lay with |
closed eyes pretending that she was.
He got out of his clothes with a !
heavy mans ponderous attempt to be
silent. The bed crashed loudly when /
he got in but still Heltn feigned UNI
consciousness. Tt would only irritate
him to find her awake
In a few moments he was sleeping
soundly, while she lay beside him
restly turning her heated pillow and
listening to the quarter hour chimes
from some distant church tower.