Omaha daily bee., 1921-07-24
The Married Life of
Helen and Warren

My stove is that electric iror
turned upside down. There mus
be no odors--oi course they allow
no cooking here. The Hhambe'
maid suspects, but | bribe her to
silence by trimming her hats and
writing her love letters, I'm rather
ingenious at swopping services.
give French lessons to Mrs. Colt fol
doing my hair and nails-thats
whom | thought the clerk was an
nouncing,"
'I'm afraid I've forced myself in
to your confidence" Helen lclt she
ought to check further disclosures.
81 don't trust women as rule
but I'm going to believe can this
time"
Il wish you would flushing. I'm
not good at saying things, but |
want you to feel you needn't worry
about my knowing"
And you mustn't think too hard
OF me. This makes me seem like
sordid adventures and yet-I'm
not quite that. | do care for luxury
i always have, But I'm going to
make Mr.. Worthington a good wife.
Some women" with a note of de-
fiance, would take all he had to OF
fer and give nothing in return, At
least | don't intend to do that"
A bell slrilled out. 1t was the
telephone on the wall back of the
door. Mrs. Reese had to take off
the improvised ironing board and
move her trunk to get to it.
"Hello. y Oh, how are you?'
her voice glowed. Il thought YOU
had to go out OF town today. y
Not until tomorrow? - Yes,
they just came. They're on my desk
now" glancing guiltily at the wash
basin where the orchids were propp
ed against the faucets.
why. I've been writing letters
all afternoon. = = No, I'm not
dressed-I was going to have my
dinner sent up. - = Oh, I'd love to!
+" By seven? Yes, III be down
in the reception ROOM"
Flushed and radiant she turned
from the telephone.
We're going out TO dinner! |
can close my pantry for tonight, ,
locking the bureau drawer. Were
you shocked at r1ly-ny glib lies?'
"No, in way | can understand,
trying to be sympathetic yet shrink
ing from what seemed needless false
hoods.
"Oh, don't go yet-lve plenty OF |
time to dress
Il want to get home before Mr..
Curtis. Oh, l almost forgot what
came for" taking from her bag
tiny enameled powder box. you
left this the day you called with
Mrs. Stevens. was AFRAID it might
break if I mailed it.
Il wondered where | lost that! 1t
was dear of you to bring it," Then
abruptly, holding out her hand, "You
are the only one who knows"
81 hope you won't worry" fer
vcntly. You'll find you'll have no
cause
Hurrying homeward through the
sultry dusk. Helen wavering between
sympathy and disapproval, brooded
over Mrs. Reese's humiliating con-
fesson.
A clock in a drug store window
rudely diverted her thoughts, A
quarter after 6! If only Warren
would be late
But as usual, when she was late,
he was early. When she entered
their apartmcnt-there oil the hall
table lay his hat and stick.
Dear, I'm sorry" fluttering into
the library. Il was calling on Mrs.
Reese-and I didn't realize it was
80 late"
Mrs. Reese" he grumped, throw
ng down his paper. Hope you're
lot getting thick with herr:
Why" nervously peeling oil her
gloves.
always struck me as four
lusher. Too darn keen on letting
,ou know she lives at the Astor-
Ritz. She's forever ringing that in.
Helen gazed at him in admiring
wonder. His discernment was un-
amy. He was always quick to
penetrate any form OF pretense. And
le particularly abominated the at
ectation of affluence.
"Well, don't stand there gaping.
Jet off your things and see if that
|ish-wrecker's got dinner ready.
we had a helluva day. Somebody
n every minute-couldn't get out
or lunch My little Mary's a
awning vacuum"
Next Week-Helen's Futile Ef-
orts to Dispel Warren's Boredom.
onyr;rht 1921 by Mabel Herbert Harper,