The Pensacola journal. (Pensacola, Fla.) 1898-1985, 1918-05-06
Married Life
Helen and Warren Spend Sunday in the
Country With the Baldwins.

| "Oh, then it isn't so far7 1t not
more than fifty minutes, is IL dear p
asked Helen.
| "Fifty-five minutes on the train.
| believe Baldwin calls it an hour and d
| quarter from Wall street. He don'i
seem to mind it, but that trip night
| and morning would be more than Id
want"
| Yet 1t must be nice to live in the
country" murmured Helen a little wist
fully, looking out at the green fields.
Baldwin wants us to take that cot
tage just below theirs It's cheap
| enough-they only ask $4,000 for the
whole summer. But living in the coun-
try when you have to come In every
day is not what it's cracked up to be.
Here-this is the station now"
1t could hardly be called a station
there was only covered platform, be-
side which stood a rig with forlorn-
looking horse?
Can you take US up to oakview-
Mr.. Baldwins placer" asked Warren of
the driver, who was busting off the
shabby seat, expectantly.
Yes sir, yes sir" stepping aside for
them to enter
But Helen had been gazing at the
wretched looking horse. 1t was gaunt
and bony, and hung its head in hope
less detection. And there was a piece
of soiled towelling on its shoulder I'M
der the harness. which spoke plainly
of sore beneath
"0h dear, | won't ride behind that
horse-I can't" Then turning indig-
nantly to the driver. How can you'll
drive such a horse? He isn't strong
enough to draw this hack-he looks
half starved"
"Oh, he's all right. ma'am: he just
looks that way. He'll take you up |
there all right"
horse Interrupted Warren impatient |
ly. Cant expect prancing steed in a |
country hack-can your"
Warren, don't ask me to ride be-
hind that horse. I'd rather walk.
Look" and as she leaned over she
raised up the edge of the toweling,
under it a raw red sore. The
horses skin quivered as he felt the
cloth being lifted, and he turned his
head in pathetic inquiry.
"Oh, | say" exclaimed Warren, who
was in some ways very tender-hearted
That's outrageous Here" to the
driver, look at that sore You know
that horse isn't fit to be driven. Where's
your stable"
The man motioned sullenly down the
road
Is it your stable-do you own this
horse?" Warren persisted
No sir. tie Bennington's stable" still
more sullenIy.
You say it's down the road-how far
down ?"-
About half mile
- fr1se Tf1prspzsaf
and Warren jumped into the rig. You
stay here Helen. I'm going to see about
his horse"
me man demurred, but quickly be-
'ame submissive when Warren threat
'ned him with arrest for driving such :
IN animal :
ana Helen waited eontentedly on the =
'iatform, knowing that when once War
en- undertook thing he put it through
nd that he would not rest until he :
ranged to have the horse properly
ared for.
1t was full half hour before he =
anne back in the same hack with a
oy driving, and with another and
luch better horse
Its all right" as he Jumped out TO
clip Helen In. I've got that man thor
lghly frightened. He'll not drive thatl
0rse in that condition again. I'll ask
aldwin to keep an eye on him. Jove.
Ike TO string up man who'd work
Morse like that Here, lift I'D yourl
ct and let me tuck in this lap robe"
On, I'm so glad, DEAR" and Heleni
essed his hand under the robe. sri
thought that wretched old horsei
rs standing here to be driven around
would have spoiled my stay Oh. youI
the dearest kindest hearted personi
the world
They were going up a hill now AMI
sound Of the horses feet and the
taking OF the hack were to HeIeuI
lnds of the country.
There had been a heavy rain the
int before which had badly washeal
the roads but left everything fresh,
bright. And the air was filed
tn the pungent smell of earth thatI
mes after spring rain.
he Baldwfns We're out on the norcb -
greet them. Hardly had Helen step-t II
into the yard when shaggy brown
: came leaping about her.
Down. Max Down. Oh. I'm afraid
3 gotten you all muddy" apolozfeed =
;. Baldwin. as they made their wayif
0 the house. But Helen, who loved II
3, was patting the glossy head as
kept beside her. 4
was roomy, rambling countrvIt
Use. A real old-fashioned home that II ,
not been spoiled by modern reno-II
ions and modern furnishings. II
inner was served at once-a reaIiI
nfry Sunday MONDAY dinner. Notil
,e Helen had been out home had shell
such delicious homemade pre-jt
yes. pickles and branded peaches.
er dinner Mrs. Baldwin took herII
IN to the cellar and showed her anil
fruit she put up last summer. ItII
J packaged closely on long shelves.
the glass jars were neatly labelled. -
t makes me almost envious," sighed
en- I've always wanted to live in
en1tnfr,r -