The Pensacola journal. (Pensacola, Fla.) 1898-1985, 1918-01-22
MARRIED LIFE.
Showing by Contrast Two Very Ad-
mirable Traits in Warren's Nature.
BY Mebei Herbert Urner.


Showing by Contrast Two Very Ad-
mirable Traits in Warren's Nature.
Mrs. Prentice, with a magazine,
a tiny workbag and a parasol paused
uncertainty in the doorway.
won't you join u.s." asked Helen
cordially, from the depths of big
wicker chair at the end of the YER
anda.
Mrs. Prentice smiled. Not just
now. I've such a headache, l won't
inflict myself on any one at present.
And she passed on to shady cor
ner and settled herself in nam
mock. She made no effort to sew or
read, but gazed out at the sea
through wistful, half-closed eyes.
"I'm afraid it's a heartache, not a
headache, that's troubling her," muir
INJURED Mrs. Stevens.
"a heartache,' Helen repeated
wonderingly. why. | thought she
was very happy"
"Then, you're not very close OBJ
server, my dear. Haven't you been
here long enough to know the Cos
sip? Haven't you seen her husband
with that Mrs. Kline 2"
Helen shook her head.
well, you will if you'll take the
trouble to notice. They're together
constantly"
But she's so much prettier than
Mrs. Kline-so much more dainty
and refineS'
The Usual Way.
Mrs. Stevens shrugged her Shout
ders. "Unquestionably. The wife
is almost always more charming and
refined than the other woman
Helen, who was crocheting silk
tie for Warren, worked on in ST
hence She wan1ed to know more
about Mrs. Prentice-to know why
her husband was interested in this
other woman, who was so much less
attractive than herself. But she had
always refrained from gossip. And
now she hesitated to put her ques-
tions into words. However, Mrs.
Stevens went on without prompting.
Don't you remember the other
night at the dance how he spent the
whole evening with Mrs. Kline-and
left his wife to take care of her
self. We tried to keep her in our
party so she wouldn't seem so alone,
went upstairs"
Helen glanced over at the slim,
white-gowned figure in the ham
mock. The magazine and work bag
| lay untouched beside her as she still
gaZed out at the sea. Was she think
| ing of that same night, or of some
other instance of humiliating neg
lect?
"The next day she stayed in her
room all morning, and when she did
! come down her eyes were red and
SWOLLEN. She said it was only one of
her bad headaches-but of course we
knew better. She's tsuch "a proud
little thing, that's why she keeps so
much to herself. She's so afraid
we'll sympathize with her."
All the time Mrs. Stevens had been
talking of Mrs. Prentice, Helen had
of Warren's.
| However neglectful Warren had
been of her, at least it was not be-
cause of any other woman. That
was the consolation she always had,
and somehow it seemed to mean more
! than ever before She felt that
could the little woman in the ham
mock change places with her in this
respect-that she would gladly do SO.
Any wife would prefer the neglect
which arose from selfishness or in
difference to that caused by admira-
ton for other women.
That evening at dinner, Helen
glanced across the dining room to
where Mr., and Mrs. Prentice were
sitting. He was rather good look
ing man, yet there was something
in his face she did not quite like. Mrs.
Prentice looked very sweet and deli
cately frail in pale lavender gown.
/ And then Helen's gaze wandered
around the dining room to Mrs. KlAle.
She was strikingly dressed in black
and white Unquestionably a hand
some woman, but of the most obvious
type, with none of the subtle charm
and temininity of Mrs. Prentice.
Warren" Helen asked abruptly
do you know anything about the
Prentices ~
"The Prentices Why, no, nothing
more than that they are here at the
hotel. Why?"
/ Don't you know Mr.. Prentice at
all?"
! ooh, I've had game or two of
billiards with himv'
what sort of man is he? ?"
Decent enough chap, so far as
know"
! Haven't you heard anything
about" Helen hesitated-"about
Mrs. Kline, and his neglect of his
wife %
For Heavens sake, Helen, Az,