The Waterbury Democrat., 1939-06-10

eight weeks, but she was married now. And Bart would help with expenses. It would be easier now
 It was that very Monday noon that the girls in the office insisted she lunch with them, and intro- duce the brand-new husband. Iris tried to evade the ivitation, but had to capitulate when they crowded her.
 Bart may not be able to make it," she explained uneasily.
 He'd better" Ellen Kent chuck led," or we'll ask proxy - some one so devastating he'll regret playing hooky."
 "All right" Bart said trifle shortly, when Iris telephoned him at the shop a few minutes later, though have only an hour, Iris. I have to get right back to the shop and relieve Henry so he can go to lunch"
 Henry won't die if you're few minutes late, Bart; after all he works for you and you've some say about things, I should think"
 Bart didn't answer that. He felt that women rarely understood the duties and responsibilities of man toward his help, and at tempts to explain the bond only confused the issue further.
 Were all going Dutch," Iris explained promptly, when Ellen told him they'd decided on the Tivoli, everyone loves the Mon- day Italian specials they have at the Tivoli, so we thought if each one paid for her lunch we'd have something really good and not oe a burden to anyone"
 That night Bart brought home a pound and half of steak, a cauliflower and pineapple and sug- gested they eat at home.
 But of course, darling" his bride exclaimed wistfully. you know how I love to hide away in our little nest here. Only well wish I'd known. There are so many things we have to have to make a really good dinner
 Don't you buy your groceries ahead, Iris?" Bart asked bluntly. She .dimpled shy smile at him as she wriggled into the lilac satin housecoat and hauled the zipper up, batting the purple sash into position fondly.
 Mostly, things have to be bought as they're used. Bart, when you've no pantry. These small places have only a cabinet and re- frigerator, and it means buying as you go along. It isn't such bad plan, really"
 "It's an expensive one, Iris! Look, you save dollars, buying bargains in large lots. But you know that, naturally"
 "Yes, I know, Bart. It makes me so mad. It seems as if the people with money enough to not worry over savings, get all the bargain chances while the folks who really need to economize, make it up by paying extra for small quantities of everything
 Well, let's see what we need, honey can't be helped"
 He went to the little store around the corner and spent $2.70 on the list Iris gave him. And by the time she had the meal cooked her head was aching, and Bart had the dishes wished onto him as an after dinner token. But he whistled cheerfully as he cleaned up the kitchen, confident that he had married the one and only wonder girl in the world, and that their future was wide, serene road to Paradise. It took time to get things organized, and get ad- justed to changes, and Iris was not used to running home for two.
 The next day, her headache was exchanged for a scratcny throat, and Iris insisted she felt too punk to care about eating much of any thing. They could go around the corner to the Campus Chocolate shop and have hot vegetable soup and rolls, and she'd go straight home and to bed after.
 Only the hot soup was so good. Her throat felt much better after she'd had the invigorating broth, and lamb chop, and the regular menu followed, with Spanish Cream extra. Bart thought of the triangle of leftover steak he had planned to dine on, supplemented with a chop for Iris, and his budget book had a sever crimp in it, even without consulting the figures.
 That first week was but fore runner of weeks to come that were to fall into the same pattern. Iris was tired after her day at the office. too tired to cook supper for them. But not to tired to dance at the Cove Inn, or the Royal Palace Arr cadia, or the Blue Moon.
 And after while, Bart stopped arguing, stopped protesting. After awhile, he grew to dread the menacing threat of her swift tears, and stormy sobblng if he tried to remonstrate with her, or deviate from the course she wanted their matrimonial bark to cruise on.
 "Why, Bart7 Money isn't every thing. and we're only young once" she cried petulantly. Then. wind- ing her warm round arms tight about his neck. Don't you love me. darling2 Don't you want your little wife to have any fun7 lt Isn't as If you weren't the hand- somcst man on the dance floor. and by far the best dancer. it isn't