San Antonio light. [volume] (San Antonio, Tex.) 1911-1993, 1923-02-04
The Married Life of Helen and Warren
WARRENS TEMPER WHEN LIGHTS GO OUT
A COMPANY

they all lowered about the door.
Take some Of these blooming boxes -
Warren handed them down.
Helen, holding high the Pickering
candle, was unhappily conscious that
Mrs. Allison, standing behind her, was
peering into the crowded untidy closet.
The troubles not up here-these
fuses are all right. Must be a blowout
in the meter. Hand me up those boxes -
Then you can't fix it?' despaired
Helen.
No, the darned things locked. Wen
have TO phone the company"
'Oh that happened once beforehand
it was hours before they camel"
BLAMED awkward! What's their
number? Bring that candle in here -
i ne company on the wire promised to
send man at once.
swell have to make the best of it."
Warren cut short Helen's nervous apol-
ogies TO their guests. Get out more
candles SO We can see to eat"
Dear, I'm afraid we haven't any.
IL"
"Eh? No candles? Told you to or
der some last time we had a blowout ="
81 know, but II forget"
Forgot? Not darned thing to do
yet you can't order a few candles! If
| ran my office. as you run this house..
you'd be taking in washing! OF all"
Dear please don't" Juggling at his
coat under cover of the darkness.
I'VE can get along with this one can
de encouraged Mrs. Allison.
Something's BURNING" anxioused
Helen. Don't you smell itY
My coat" exploded Warren. "You
held that damned candle right against
my sleeve. Why don't you look what
you're doing?"
SIN sorry. dear. I must've tipped
it." glad the darkness concealed her en-
barrassment. This hot wax was run
ming down on my hand"
Back at the table they placed the one
dim candle in the center.
"How'm / gonna see in the kitchen?"
protested Anna.
Cant you use the candle you clean
the iron WITH suggested Helen.
In the feeble candlelight the dinner
progressed under difficulties.
well there's some compensation for
eating in the dark. Here's where take
my drumstick in my fist" announced
Warren.
"Henry. are you eating any of that
dressing" Mrs. Allison peered across
at her husbands replenishcd plate. Its
delicious. hut you know it doesn't agree
with YOU"
"TLis here won't set up" Anna re-
with the candle misshapen
from its iron-waxing service.
'Then well have to give you this |
ole" worried Helen. fearful of Annals |
I'll fix that" taking an |
antique eandlestick from he sideboard |
But the lopsided candle. refusing to
stay in the candlestick. had to be prop
ped up between two silver salt cellars. |
ITS dreadful this should happen
when you're here" apologized Helen
or the dozenth time.
Might've happened TO any of u.s."
was Mr.. AllisOn's courteous but trite
Il member once when
We had guests
"Oh, quick. The table CLOTH
The candle had slipped from the sup
PORTING salt-ccllars. Warren snatched
t up. and Helen with knife scraped
he grease from her best cloth.
"Darnation ~ as the hot tallow drip |
ned on his hand. "Wbcre'H we put
he blooming thing?"
Thrust into n glass tumbler the re-
,elliOus candle spluttered out.
"Oh, this is too dreadful" Helen
vas almost in tears.
The candle rcIit and carefully prop
'ed in the tumbler. once more shed its
glimmer on the sombrous din
Ter party.
"Yes, you may bring the salad.
Anna" as the girl entered. "Youd bet