San Antonio light. [volume] (San Antonio, Tex.) 1911-1993, 1923-08-12
The Married Life of Helen and Warren
A NEIGtBORLY EVENING BRIDGE is FOLLOWED BY A
HUMILIATING DISCLOSURE. = =
BY MABEL HERBERT HARPER

and glowing, who answered her ring.
Mrs. Aldrieh left her glasses.
thought she might need"
Helen started back in, alarm as 0
bull terrier shot past them, out into
4Buster, Buster." cried the maid.
"Come back here! Buster! Buster!'
dashing after him down the stairs.
Helen, at the open door, hesitated
Then stepping inside she laid the
glasses on the "Italian chest" by one
of the Wanted Chinese vases. No
they might be knocked off. She had
better give them to Mrs. Aldrich.
A light shown from the library. She
passed on in--then stopped sudden
ly. Mrs. Aldrich's voice was shrlly
arresting.
always talking about getting
things abroad" You'd think no one
else had ever been to Europe. And
none of her things are good-just
lot of stuff she's picked up cheap
A bass humble from Mr.. Aldrich.
Everything they have she got in
London or Paris or Amsterdam
Wouldn't surprise me if she got most
of it at some east side junk shop,
And those old samplers and needle
work pictures she's hung all over
the place-they look so messy. I'd,
much rather have few good paintings
like ours. I didn't realize how well
our apartment looks until / saw
theirs"
Her face aflame. her hands grip.
ping the glasses. Helen stood in the
hall.
"Did you see in the bedroom?
Well. j wish you had! They've got an
old bed in there-said she got it in
Edinburgh. You couldn't give me one
of those old wooden beds-they're
not sanitary! And did you notice
that table in the hall? You could
hardly wedge by it. She hasn't the
least idea about arranging things
but she thinks she has,"
A note of impatience in Mr.. AID
rich's humble.
"Yes, I'll get ready right now. /
didn't want to stay so late, but she
kept talking. Where's Buster!
You'd better see that he's shut up
in the Kitchen
Mr.. Aldrich's approaching steps!
He was coming toward the hall.
THE glasses still in her hand. Helen
darted noiselessly to the outer hall
and down the two flights.
Breathless. she reached their own
apartment. Rushing into the bedroom
she confronted v arren, who was I'M
lacing his shoes.
SWELL never, NEVER have them
down Here again! And We'll never go
up there! I'm THROUGH with the
Aldrichs !"
Ell? What're you hittin' the cell
ing about now? Throw these socks |
away-not worth mending"
"She was talking about us. The /
things she said-the horrid catty
things!"
"How'd you happen to hear her?"
sternly. LISTENING in?.
81 couldn't help but hear. She's /
too deceitful for words After gush-
ing over everything when she was
DOWN here-she said the place looked
lreadful-that I'd no taste-and that
we'd only lot of old junk"
"Had her hammer out, eh?" he
shrugged. "Well. what of it?"
"To pretend to be friends-then
ak about you like that"
What about you?" thrusting his
Wallet under his pillow. "You were
loing solo on the anvil yourself
casting all her Chinese stuff,
"Yes, but that was different"
lot such darned sight differ
mt! Bet Aldrich didn't do any
"He muttered something-I couldn't
ear. But he didn't say much,
Thought so You women go around
lobbering over each other and then
o home and roast everything and
verybody. Thank heavens. men are
nore honest! We don't gush and we
ont criticise."
Il didn't criticise her." protested
ielen excitedly. Il only said"
"Iou only said she'd rotten taste.
er rooms looked punk, her stuff was
hony, and that she was a blower
nd an all-around bounder. Here. S
be strings out of these pajamas. Get q
mother pair. And stop chewing the i
ng about Mrs. Aldrich-as a ham q
Ter singer she's not got much on c
out" u
opyrisht 1928. by Mabel Herbert Harper d