The Pensacola journal. (Pensacola, Fla.) 1898-1985, 1918-11-07
Married Life, Third Year
BY MABEL. HERBERT URHER

What in thunders going on up
| there" demanded Warren irritably.
| Il suppose they must have company.
dear" and Helen stopped to pick up
| the spool of thread he had knocked off
with his paper.
We'll. they don't think were going
to stand for that racket do they as
| shrieks OF laughter rose above the din
iiof the piano.
Should say they would stop before
long," grimly. Where's that maya
zine with the Wall street article?''
Helen found the magazine, and he
settled down again to read But the
noisy revelry in the apartment above
kept on. A very vigorous and strident
pianist was loudly stunning popular
airs, and a number of voices shrilled
the chorus.
Well, I'll settle that" Warren rose
and threw down his book as still
louder shout OF laughter rang out
''Oh, dear. you're not going to com
plain about. it?' pleaded Helen. run
ming after him as he strobe toward the
phone.
why noto"
"oh. I'd hate TO offened Mrs. San
fOrdi OF course I've met her only in
the hall and elevator, but she seemed
very nice, an dbesides, dear, it's not
half-past ten yet"
The Revelry Stops.
We'll. We'll not stand for that arcket
at any hour"
But listen" eagerly. "They have
stopped already"
and the merriment seemed suddenly TO
have died down.
Warren turned reluctantly from the
phone, plainly disappointed al being
thwarted in this opportunity to vent
his i'll humor- AS the silence remain
ed unbroken, Helen breathed a sigh of
relief.
At II Warren went TO bed. still in a !
surly mood. But just as Helen was
turning out the light there came the
crashing notes of ROW, Row Row
with a chorus of high pitched voices.
Here. turn on that light again"
Warren had jumped out of bed. Now
where in thunder's my slippers? Get
my bathrobe there, will you?'' |
Helen got his bathrobe and slip
pers and followed him pleadingly:
"Oh, dear, do be careful what you |
say. It'll be so unpleasant to have |
any strained feelings" |
Strained feelingS-the devil, Itlli
be a whole lot more unpleasant if l |
don't get any sleep"
He was already at the phone, i'm /
patiently shaking the received hook. /
.''Helloi See here, you'll have to call
up that apartment, over us and tell /
them to let up on the noise We're
not going to stand for anything like /
that, you know All right. and you
can say the complaint came from this
apartment, too, understand"
And Warren shuffled back to bed |
muttering som ething about Letting /
those people know a thing or two
1t was still night. and Helen, who |
had not stopped to get her bathrobe. .
crept shiyeringly in beside him.
ugh. you're as cold as frog
growled Warren Keep over there, |
will you."
As She Pictured Ii.
Helen waited breathlessIy for the !
noise to cease She pictured the boy !.
phoning up and the indignant silence |
that would follow She wondered if |
Mrs. Sanfrod would still speak TO her |
when they met in the elevator. Helen /
so dreaded any strained relations she I
would always put UP with any discom-
fort rather than make a complaint /
say Warren sat up in bed with /
alarming energy. Hasn't that boy I
had time to call up there YETI
You know after ten he's on the
elevator. too dear. He may be taking {
somebody mp
Still sitting IN III bed. Warren watt