The Pensacola journal. (Pensacola, Fla.) 1898-1985, 1918-06-30
Married Life

For few moments she lay listening
to the rushing waves and the creakinG
OF the ship. Then very softly, SO not
to awaken Warren in the berth above
she climbed out of the narrow bunk
and over to the port hole.
1t was a wonderful glimpse Of the
morning sun on the ocean. Far out
to the horizon the deep blue OF the
waves was changing to a metallic
glitter as they caught the light. and
then broke into white crests of foam.
But through her thin nightdress the
salt air was piercingly cold. Slipping
into her bath robe she rang for the
| bath stewardess.
If only Warren could sleep until she
| could get dressed and out. The state
room was So small she wanted TO get
| all her things put away before he got
up or he would complain again about
her bringing a lot OF truck
Although it ook her almost an hour.
she was all dressed and was just tying
on her veil when he awoke.
''Uh-h,' turning with difficulty in
! the narrow, creaking berth and push
! ing back the curtain. You up?"
Yes, dear. I'm all ready to go on
deck. thought I'd hurry and get out
! so you wouldn't be crowded.
| What time is it?"
Ten minutes Of eight" looking at
the tiny travelling clock which she had
! put in one OF the racks.
"Oh, that things not right-they set
! the time forward on you now everv
twelve hours It's nearer nine. Ring
! for the steward, there, will you? And
shut that port hole-it's internally cold
| in here"
at is shut. dear, Wait, I'll give you
your dressing gown"
Hand up those slippers. too, there
by that suit case. and see If you can't
locate that steward as you go out.
Hustle him in here. It took him half
an hour yesterday to fix my bath"
Helen sent in the steward and then
went on deck. A number Of passen-
gers were walking about. and few
were already settled in their steamer
chairs.
II Was a Glorious Day.
It was a glorious day. The deep
blue of the sky dotted with fleecy
white clouds seemed almost exactly
reflected in the deeper blue of the
sea. with its caps of white froth.
Helen walked briskly up and down.
taking deep breaths of the fresh air
and gazing out at steamer that
could Just be seen Oh the horizon.
She was thinking of Warren and
hoping he would spend more time with
her today. Yesterday morning he had
tucked her up in her steamer chain
and then strolled off to the smoking
room, not reappear'ng until lunch time
After lunch he had walked around the
deck a few times and again bundled
her up in her chair and left her.
Ready for breakfast" demanded
a11I
her.
"Oh, yes" Then pointing to the
steamer now hardly more than a saint
streak against the sky: Look, dear
there's steamer out there
Never mind about steamers now
I'm hungry It is the air and the salt
baths" And he hurried her down.
The long white dining room with its
red velvet carpet and chairs and il
flower laden tables was most attrac-
tive.
With an air of satisfaction Warren
took up the breakfast card.
Grape fruit, kippered herring and
Spanish omlet-thats about my size
this morning. How about you?"
throwing the card over to Helen.
I'm sorry, sir" interrupted the
steward, apologetically but we don't
serve anything but boiled eggs and
coffee after 10 o'clock"
THE devil you don't"
Its a rule Of the boat, sir"
We'll, it's a new rule. other boats
of this line don't have it"
Warren had never been on any other
boat of this line, but it was his habit
to intimidate walters In some such
way. However. in this case it did not
work. The steward waited. respect
fully attentive. but without any sign |
of yielding.
Bring on your boiled eggs. then-soft |
boiled" Warren finally growled. "I'H |
see the head steward about this later" |
But, dear. l suppose they must have /
some rules" conciliated Helen, when !
the steward had gone for the order.
Rules Your Grandmother.
Rules, your grandmother, When |
a man pays s175 for his passage he |
expects something besides boiled eggs
for breakfast-rules or no rules. Next
time I'll go on a boat that has a Ia
carte service: there you can get what
you want when you want it. Boiled
eggs only after 10 o'clock-huh. that's
a fine rule for an ocean liner
but you know. dear. they serve
broth and sandwiches on deck at II
o'clock"
Yes. and I never touch that stuff II
What I want is a substantial break
fast-not a lot OF indigestible truck
between meals"
Here the steward came up with the
coffee and the despised boiled aggs.
The chief steward says, sir. that
hereafter If you'll get your order in
before ten-you can be served after
that. You can send the order by your
steward-just so it gets TO
the kitchen before ten
"Humph, that's some better" con-
ceded Warren. somewhat notified.