The silver state. [volume] (Winnemucca, Nev.) 1909-1925, 1921-01-06
THE HONEYMOON |
BY MARGARET SWEENEY.

ing" Philip Crosbey was angry. III
get out, you can have your house.
lou think"
The door slammed and Crosbey stood
locking through the glass at his land
lords disappearing back.
1t was the Crosbeys wedding ami
versary, and every year, for Is years,
Philip Crosbey had celebrated the
event by closing his office and taking
Mrs. Crosbey on ons-dsy honey
MOON"
This TIL with his landlord was an
noying. 1t would upset Helen, he re-
fiected, as he turned from the door
and climbed the stairs to his wires
room.
THAT was Haskins for the rent"
he told her, "and he said that It would
be $40 more after this month"
Mrs. Crosbey, standing before her
mirror. adjusting her new fall hat.
was silent.
Philip Crosbey's attention seemed
suddenly attracted to the rug at his
feet. He had caught the meaning OF
his wife's silence. He remembered how
often-how very often-she had plead
ed with him to buy house-"a real
home. Philip, roof we can call our
own" Her words had come back
to him now. "a few hundred or thou
sand down, Philip, and the rest as
rent, and we've can get along With
out car, but we must have our own
roof"
And he remembered, too, that after
the arrival Of the new car Helen never
spoke to him again about buying a
house. The subject had become
taboo.
Il am ready, Philip"
Crosbey was brought back from his
reminiscent mood by the touch Of his
wifes hand upon his shoulder
II was just wishing, Helen, that
that had taken your advice and-and
not put SO much money into that car
III don't blame you toto be sore
about 1t and"
"Well, we won't talk about II to-
day, Philip" Mrs. Crosbey had begun
to do something to her husbands tie.
well go along on our honeymoon and
forget our troubles"
Philip Crosbey's face frightened,
and he stopped and kissed the patient
little woman who had so loyalty
shared his ups and downs-mostly
downs, for Philip Crosbey was not the
kind Of man that amasses money.
where are you going to take me,
Philipr' Helen Crosbey asked as they
went downstairs.
Anywhere you say, Helen; the car
is all ready. had just finished clean
ing 1t when old Sklnfiint Haskins came
along-we-we must find house that
has garage-I-"
81 do wish that motorcars were built
big enough TOTO keep house Init
would solve the housing problem for
many families" Mrs. Crosbey remark
ed from the open doorway as she sur
veyed the graceful lines of the big
gray car, "and-and Just think-some
of them cost as much as a comfortable
house-and their upkeep is"
well, we won't talk about II today,
Helen" Philip Crosbey chuckled as
his wife stepped into the car, well go
along on our honeymoon and forget
our troubles"
Helen Crosbey laughed - they
laughed easily, these two, who we're
all and all to each other. Her husband
took his place beside her and the big
car swung out into the clear Septem-
Der sunshine.
Have you seen the new bungalows
on Grove bill, Phillpr' Helen persist.
ed; there are eleven-perfectly
charming six-room affairs and no two
alike. wish you would take me up
there before we 20 home"
"Pll take you up now. but no doubt
they are all rented-the location is
good"
The white and green bungalows on
Grove Hill were good to look upon
standing wide apart among towering
trees, with screened verandas, sun
parlors, garages and garden plots
they looked good to Philip Crosbey.
"That one with the chimney on the
outside is. to me, the most honey
looking" Mrs. Crosbey pointed to a
bungalow standing back from the
street where the car had stopped; "lei
US get out and look at It,"
They walked up the neat asphalt
path and tried the door. II was locked
TRY the side door, Philip; maybe
some Of the carpenters are out arount
the garage"
When Philip Crosbey had disap
peared around the corner of the house
Helen began to tumble in her beaded
bag. She fished out the key and LEI
herself into the house, leaving tn,
door open behind her.
When the astonished Philip walked
In a few minutes later his wife wa,
standing In the hall, nervously dan
Cling the key.
How in--what the" Crosbe,
CROPPED for words. Helen Crosbey
handed the key to him and her firm
little hands went up and gripped hi