Omaha daily bee., 1922-04-09
The Married Life of
Helen and Warren

inert she shFaRk from the Initiative OF
getting ready for bed,
Eleven, Hali-past Still she sat
by the window with Pussy ruTf-
Msw in her arms,
She Was half doing when, a, mid
night. Warren entered,
"Helle, you up yet" with a note
oi Irritation,
How well he wore his evening
elothesl She never failed 10 notice
that,
Il Just couldn't so 10 bed knew
! wouldn't sleep running 10 turn on
the table lamp as he sank ~ the char
beside Il. Dear, ielt 80 blueV'
"Bluel What you got 10 be blue
abou,!" taking his pipe from tie
drawer
"oh. nolhins-iI's just this spring
night. | suppose. Did YOU have 4
nice timer" placing the matches
within his reach.
Lot OF long-winded speeches.
Carson would be spoutlng yet Il !
hadn't shut him of. Rang in all the
old whiskered gags tha.'ve worked
long enough TO be pensioned, And
Jordan had 10 orate-hali an hour oi
wordy platitudes. That old spread
eagle stuff falls mighty Hat since
they've cut out the booze"
Were there many there"
"'Bout 200. Here's the menu,"
taking il from his pocket.
Helen scanned the seyen-eoufse
dinner from the Caviar Canape to the
cigars and coffee. On the opposite
page were the speakers with War
rem l.. Curtis. toastmaster.
you were POSTMASTER: excited
~. And you never even told me-"
Didn't think OF il. Rotten job.
They pitchiorked me into it
"Why. dear, its a great honor TO
be toas,mastcr OF the annual dinner"
Warren only grunted and puited
a, his pipe. Then, after a moments
silence:
I'm TO have something handed
me next week that's worth while"
what" eagerly. "Oh, you never
tell me anything"
Didn't want TO talk about il till ]
was pretty sure, but today got il
straight from old Hutchison. I'm
to be one of the directors OF the
Eastern Export company"
Director OF the Eastern Export
companyw rapturously.
Yes. he's retiring-he and Wynd-
ham are putting me in. Comes up
at the next mceting-but its prac-
tically settled.
"a director! Director OF the East
ern Export company" fairly sloating
over the impressive phrase. Next
thing you'll be PRESIDENT
well, not right away" he grinned.
You're so square and hnc-no
wonder they want you," perching on
the arm of his chair. Dear, | just
know-I've always known you're
going to do big things. You can't
help it-you're so wonderful!'
Huh. maybe everybody don't
think that way. Here, give me a
hairpn.'
Tell me about the Eastern En-
port company" feeling in her hair
for wire pin. How many direc-
tors are there?' avidly. is it a big
company"
"Not so big, but its solid. Some
good men on the board" poking the
hairpin through the stem of his pipe.
GOOD bunch to be in with-ough,
| to mean some extra business. Don't
know how old Hutchison happened
to pick me-
81 know! Because you're so Won
derful and honest. That's what they
want-somebody who's honest-who
can't be influenced"
"That meetings a week from We'd
nesday," musingly, now putting at
the cleared pipe,
Increasing his knees, Helen
forced her way into his reluctant
lap.
"And next year, or the year after,
they'll be electing you president!'
picturing him in great leather chair
at the head of long "directors'
table. 81 just know they will"
! Eat chance Of that! Here, stop
your squirming."
Nesting against the silk lapel OF
his dinner-coat, all brooding
thoughts of her own narrow, monot-
onous, subservient life were forgot
ten in the JOY Of his success.
He was forging ahead! Her own
ambitions, her restless cravings
dropped from her. Once more came
effacement-contented, willing ef-
facement in the glowing pride OF his
career!
Copyright, 1929
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