San Antonio light. [volume] (San Antonio, Tex.) 1911-1993, 1925-10-11
The Married Life of
Helen and Warren
By MABEL HERBERT URNEK
Trousers Us. Paint

clothes in there" when he came in
with a blatant yawn. mo place
to lay anything here.".
"That clock in there stopped.
winding his watch. "Told you not
to move it."
I'VE didn't touch it. Be careful,
don't get against that window-sill.
l just covered it up on the mantel.'
"Well. somebody's monkeyed with
it," militaptly, the clock his one
domestic care. Il started it again.
Now, see that it's not moved"
"Oh dear, I forgot" hastily
switching off the lights. "No
shades! They can see right in"
well, what of it? Where're all
the chairs?" cropping in the semi
darkness for place to hang his
coat.
Give it to NELL hang it in
the closet. Now, dear, do undress
in the bathroom! No place to put
anything here. But don't shut that
door-it might stick. Leave it
open just a little"
"Where're my slippers?" came his
irate growl from the bathroom,
Hand 'em in"
oh, where did I put them? We
cleared everything out of here.
Can't you do without them to-
night?"
No, 1 can't! This bathroom
floor-you could shovel it up"
If we'd stayed at home we'd
have had this room straight. But
you would"
Now, never mind that!o vol
canically. "Trot out those Slip
pers.'
To explore Warren's closet. re-
CARELESS of the windows across the
court she again turned on the lights.
A discouraging melee. To make
ready for the painters everything
had been crowded away. Ali the
things from his chiffonier on the
shelf with his shoesl
Dear, / CAN'T find them!
You'll have to do without them.
Wait, Ill put some more papers
down." laying a newspaper trail
from the bathroom to his bed.
How many more days of this?,
stepping gingerly in his. bare feet.
oh, wait, ] keep forgetting"
switching off the lights. Across
the court--they can see right in"
Let 'em look. Hope they like
my pink pajamas! Phew, this's
enough to drug you," punching tie
pillow. Everything wide open?
Pull down those windows from the
top"
"Oh, we can't now-they're oil
paint. But we're getting what air
there is-they're all the way up
Better circulation when they're
open top and bottom. Here, what
the Sam Hill-what's on this pill.
low? All gritty!'
why, it can't be-the beds were
covered up"
well, / don't sleep on this
Turn on those lights What's that?
Well, let EN- rubber"
A fresh slip on his pillow, War,
rem again settled down.
Hold on, leave that light on,
Got some of this COMPOUNDED grit in
my eye, Get me a handkerchief.
But his sheet-covered chiffonier
showed front against the wall, Helen
could not open his handkerchief
drawer.
One in my hip pocket" with
blinking facial contortions. Quick ~
Darling into the bathroom, the
ename!ed chair on which she had
visioned Warren's clothes held only
a carelessly flung towel.
a gasp-a stifled cryl Warrens
trousers-on the paint.wet door!
NOW what's the matter?" came
his bellicose shout.
Your clothes! You hung them
on the doorl"
well, what of it? You told me
to undress in the bathroom, didn't
But the doors all paint! You
knew 1t was-I told you not TO
close It. And your trousers Oh,
dear. they're RUINED !"
"The devil they are - the paper
cracked under Warren's wrathful
tread.
Just look! It'll NEVER come
put. All down the side of that Leg ,
she walled. NO, the cleaner can't.
They couldn't that spot on your
roat when we painted last year"
"Of all the pinheaded idiots ~
now oblivious to his eye. MADE
ne undress in here-where'd you ex-
pect me to park my clothes! In
the bathtub?"
"Why. there's a chair, Oh, your
new suit! III see il they've left
any turpentine. While it's fresh
maybe | can get some of it Off"
Out in the pantry. under the sink
where the painters had slowed their
cans and brushes, Helen found
greasy, labelless bottle.
Dear, see if this isn't turpep-
tine,' rushing bacl; to the bath
room where Warren was still glow
,ring at his paint-smeared trousers.
1T smells like it,"
Cant tell" with a Disguised
sniff. Everything smells round !
here"
"Oh, it's oil,' pouring some on
The corner of a washcloth. "Therel
mother bottle out there-wait, IL
bring that ill.,"
mo, you don't! My pants have
been doused enough for one night
Send EN- TO the cleaners'-see what
they can do.
"Oh, I'm just sick about 1t and
your new suit! What'd you pay
,or itl Sevcnty-five, wasn't it?
:"
"Ies. and if we'd gone to a hotel
wouldn't be shy a pair of pants"
he snorted. But you'd rather ruin
m eighty-dollar suit than cough up
tight for n room. That's YOUR
dea of economy"
Then as he stumped belligerently
no oil 10 IoI