The Pensacola journal. (Pensacola, Fla.) 1898-1985, 1918-08-28
Married Life. Third Year
BY MABEL HERBERT uRNER

about the ice box, and now it could
not be put off any longer.
To clean it thoroughly took up most
of the morning. The afternoon she
spent polishing the silver and sweep
ing and busting the front room and
library. It was the tiFrt time since her
marriage that Helen had been left
| without a girl and she was beginning
to realize all the discomforts and hard
ships that it involved. BY the time
Warren came home she was thorousds :
! ly tired out.
i've got you girl all right" was
/ his cheerful greeting.
"Oh, I'm so glad. Tell me about it,"
excitedly
saw an advertisement of a man
who was leaving the city and wanted
| a place for his working housekeeper.
| 1t was way up on One Hundred and
| forty-second street. Went right up
and saw both the woman and her en-
| pIoyer She's been with him for seven
| years. But, aside from his reference.
| / could see she was just what we
wanted"
but how much, dear? Maybe shell.
/ expect more than we can pay"
| mo. twenty-five dollars, provided
| she don't have to wash. But she can't
come till Tuesday--she had to help
/ him pack
Tell me something about her How
/ old is she? Did she look neat? And
the apartment-did it took we'll kept
was it nice place.
Now. just hold up until you see for
| yourself I said we'd be around TO see
her this evening about $40 SO II
We're going out to dinner we'd better
i hustle
! They had dinner at a crowded
Broadway restaurant. The service was
J exceptionally slow, and they did not
| get through until after 8.
I'VE can't get up there now by
| s. go said Helen anxiously.
That's all right; we'll go anyway
| Well not take any chances on losing
| this girl
The Usual Type.
! It was typical apartment with the
imitation marbled entrance hall and
the wTought-iron elevator in charge of
, a sleepy colored youth. He let them
| off at the ninth floor and Warren rang
/ the bel at the door in the back hall
| It was opened by a comfortable Ioolt
| ing white aproned Irish woman.
! Maggie this is Mrs. Curtis said
warrei. Il wanted her to have talk
| with you before we made any arrange
ments.
Yes, sir, just come this WY.
pleased
She ed them into the dining room,
! but they were hardly seated when the
| portierss were pushed aside by TALL
/ pleasa faced man.
'yToRt you come in here?' inviting
| them tito the front room where the
| scattered newspapers beside the green
| shaded table lamp showed he had been
| readingl
"oh, ,on't let US disturb you,' pro-
tested Warren.
Not at all. come right in I'll go
| into the other room if you wish TO
| talk to Ma ggie."
| This isn't secret conference"
laughed Warren. 1--WE should be glad
to hav you stay. My wife. Mr.. Hen
derson'
In few moments they were seated
rather awkwardly about the room.
| Wei, Maggie asked Warren. have
| you had any more answers to the
ADJ"
| "Oh, res. sir, a good many"
| You haven't tied up with any one
YETI"
| Not yet. sir"
| Il tdd Maggie the place for her to
! GO" Interrupted Mr.. Henderson.
\
He said with you, Mr.. Curtis"
| smiled Maggie.
I'm sure that's very kind" said
Warren warmly, "and l hope If Maggie
| does come with us she'll find as good
| a home as she's had here I believe
| you said she'd been with you seven
yearS?''
yes, seven years this fall"
Settling Things.
4 We'll, what do you say demanded
| Warren turning to Helen.
Why, yes, dear" murmured Helen
1 conscious that she had been brought
/ here TO have a talk with Maggie and
/ yet she had not said one word since
she entered. Warren had left nothing
! for her to say, but had carried things
! through with his usual high-handea
method.
| Here Mr.. Henderson drew his chair
/