The Washington times., 1920-06-30
BY Ella Randall Pearce.

IT HE absorbed air and corrugated
brow OF her husband should
have warned Irma Wsrds
against what she intended TO do
that morning. But she had waited
long for the domestic clouds TO lift,
and young Mrs. Warde was not a
patient woman.
Richard Warde was always brood
ing and frowning these days. She
watched him now across the break
fast table. then spoke abruptly.
Richard. l must have some
money. today-if I'm 10 get ready
for our trip to Atlantic City"
Richagd Warde looked up stolidly.
II gave you money for what you
needed, didn't /? You said your
wardrobe was In pretty fair shape.
You wouldn't have TO buy much"
That's why you can't refuse me
now" Irma's voice took on wheed-
ling accents. "Tve been scrimp-
ing and saving all winter. Making
my old things do"
"Old thingsw broke in her hus-
band and laughed harshly. Irma's
extravaganza had always been a
point OF contention between them.
."oh. well. II you're going TO take
that attitude" sulked Mrs. Warde,
"When / really have econ omized,
and we're going where folks are
fashionable and critical. you
you"
Irma choked and nuttered a wisp
OF handkerchief with which she
touched her long lashes. Then she
cast dewy. reproachful glancs
at her husband.
What do you want?" asked Rich
ard Wsrde. but his manner was not
encouraging.
1--WE everything all ready for our
trip" began Irma eagerly. But I
need wrap. Something stylish 10
set off my tailored suit and sim
pie frocks. A fur scarf or stole
] showed you Tressilon's catalog,
Richard. They are wonderfully
smart. and make a woman look so
well dressed"
"Humph, is that all?" Richards
frown deepened. II thought you
needed something, Irma. Don't call
furs in warm weather a necessity,
do you?"
Yes, when other women are
wearing them" retorted his wife,
her sapphire eyes flashing. "And
do need a wrap. The sea air."
Buy a wool sweater" advised
'''Nho'u u' iisiHB WIN d smile tnat
was half sneer on his face He
turned back from the doorway.
Trina, be reasonable. Good furs
cost money-and you know I'm
worried enough over money mat
ters. When l get out of these busi-
ness tangles and get my feet on
solid ground again we'll talk about
luxuries: meanwhile, well go slow.
The trip to Atlantic City will be
expensive. but i feel that THAT
we-need it Besides. by that
time"
TIRED OF 1T ALL.
He snapped his lips together,
looked away and fumbled nervously
at his coat. BE patient, Irma," he
said more gently, and went out.
Young Mrs. Warde made a pas
sionate gesture at the closed door.
''Patient-reasonable Oh. I'm
tired Of it all! Scrimping and saw
| ing and doing without. And a fur
wrap is so stylish! One of the new
spring styles-a little cape or dol
man with chiffon-Id look like a
different woman"
Irma visioned herself on the
boardwalk at Atlantic City. Her
| new suit Of marine blue and her
season hat Of Paris origin-how in
significantly plain they appeared
without the fur accessory she had
in mind. But add the scarf-and
what Transformation!
| Il don't care whether we can af-
| ford it or not. I'm going to get
that fur scarf some way" decided
Mrs. Warde.
Then, few days later. the do
| mestic clouds lifted. Mr.. Richard
Warde came home to dinner an
hour later than usual, but with his
old time jaunty air and a brighter
countenance than he had worn for
| many weeks.
Irma, about to complain of his
tardiness. was arrested by his ,un-
.-wonted air of cheer. She herself
had been unusually distrait and
nervous all day. but her husbands
buoyant appearance restored her
own poise.
I'm afraid dinner will be spoiled.
Where have you been?" asked
| Trina.
| "Oh-er-looking around. Buying
a new tie for myself" He shook a
rather snowy silk scarf out of it's
wrappings. Irma fingered 1T sus-
piciously.
why, Richard, that's a gorgeous
affair. I'm afraid you've been ex-
travagant."
"All this time to buy a scarf?