San Antonio light. [volume] (San Antonio, Tex.) 1911-1993, 1924-03-16
THE MARRIED LIFE
of
HELEN AND WARREN
THEIR DISMAL SUNDAY HOMECOMING is AGGRAVATED By
WARRENS PERvERSENESS
By Mabel Herbert Urner

NOW WHAT. QemdnQeu warren,
when he had opened both trunks.
"You can hang up your clothes and
put away your shoes. Dear, look
how that inspector crammed these
back, !" Helen was unpacking the
suitcase.
"sWell he let us off mighty light.
Only thirty-seven dollars duty on all
that Junk you brought in. Here,
what've you got stuffed in this shoe?"
"Oh, that perfume l got in Paris.
Be careful! I'll take it out" extract
ing from his shoe slender bottle wrap
ped in a gray silk stocking.
"Smuggled it through, eh?" con-
temptUously.
@No, didn't! 1 declared it!
put it there SO it wouldn't break"
His suits hung up and his shoes
flung in the bottom of the wardrobe,
Warren slammed on his hat.
"Going out to get a paper. Got
one on the dock but left it in the
eexi. Eight days on that boat with
gut any news. Want. anything while
IN out?"
Not that / know Of" Then call
Ing him back. "Oh, wait, get me
some hair-nets-I used the last one
on the steamer"
SUNDAY. Wherell / get emp"
"Any drug store. Light brown, sim
gle, cap--not fringe. Oh, I'd better
write it. You'll be sure to get it
wrong"
In grumbling impotence he waited
while she scrubbed it down.
"lf you see l. superintendent, as
you 60 out, speak about that pantry
faucet. And ask him to bring up the
n ill.,
Alone, Helen turned back to the
depressing task of unpacking.
Landing at noon, it was after two
before they got through the customs,
and three when they reached home.
Another hour to air the apartment.
Eet into an old kimona, and wipe off
he worst Of the dust, before she
started to unpack.
Always before they had landed on
wee lays, and Warren had rushed
Pff to the office. But now, as it was
Sunday, he could help.
Tomorrow she faced the dismal pros
Dect of getting new maid.
Anxiously she was taking out her
hrce hats. That quill was all bent.
rom Milan for Mrs. Dalton. Why
rad she not bought one for herself?
Why not keep this, and buy Mrs.
Dalton something here?
Those wash kid gloves from Lon
on. Would they really wash?
Pausing to examine every pur-
base, she had made but little prog
ess when Warren breezed in.
SCOT half Dozen" tossing her
mall package. "You didn't say how
many. Pulled down that house next
o the corner apartment going up. And
hey've got q 'sublet sign out here"
II guess it's the LawsOns. Did
GU see the superintendent?
"No, but / told the elevator boy
have him bring up the mail. Hello,
vas that there when we left?"
Helen followed his gaze to a stain
the cream-tinted ceiling.
"They've let that bathroom run over
gain. There's no excuse for it. War
en-, if you don't speak about"
"Now don't throw fit till you're
ure. Might be a leak in the pipe"
"You're not going to settle down
read. You said you'd help"
"What d'you want done?" turning
trough the bulky paper to the stock
larket.
"You can do I'D your laundry. oh,
hats the superintendent. Now he
an see this leak"
Warren, answering the bell. return
with a two-months' bundle of let
ers.
"Just sent up the mail. From
unit Emily" scrutinizing the first
nevlope. Better see what she's got
say"
With a dread foreboding that his
loffors alUavs hroupht Hplan
pre- it open:
"My dear Helen: suppose you
are home by this time. Received
your postcard from Lucerne. You
must have had wonderful trip.
Il want to come to New York
to have my hair treated. It's
getting so thin-coming out in
handfuls.
"Will it be convenient for me to
spend few days with you, about
the Goth?
"Tell Warren I made him some
of that grape jelly he likes. Have
almost finished the Spencer / am
crocheting for you. With love
AUNT EMILY"
"The twentieth-Thursday War.
"a, we can't! You KNOW we
In't!n
"Why not? Four days to straight
out. How long d'you want? A
onth?"
sect a new maid, the whole apart
ent cleaned, the windows washed,
le rugs put down, and the curtains
ing-in four days."
Don't have to be all slicked up
Aunt Emily. Let her help you"
"Help me? have to wait on her.
ne's always complaining about her
euritis. And we've hardly landed
ear. can't she 60 to a hotel?"
"Now we've thrashed this out be
re-" ripping another envelope. "If
INIT Emily wants to come, she's well
me. That's that"
The dreaded depression of getting
ok, getting unpacked, and now Aunt
nily
Plumbing through her other letters,
whole world doomed black.
"From Carrie" Warren was scan
hg his sisters scrawl. written Fri
y. Sorry she couldn't get down to