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Married Life the Second Year
Helen Realizes She Must Fight Her Own Battles Without
Warren's Help.
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By MAUEL HERBERT VRXER.
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i lielen opend the door but thTf
no one there! She stepiieil out Into the
hall U wag empty. But a she turned
"back there was a sound of flickering
laughter and scurrying feet from the
hall below. Ehl
closed the door
with an Indignant
flush.
"Delia!" hurrying
back into the kit
chrn. "It was that
Barret boy! That'a
the third time he's
rung our bell this
week."
"Did you see him,
ma'am?"
. "No, but I heard
him he had Just
run down the. steps."
. "Well, ma'am,
you've put up with
that boy's mean
ness ever since
they've moved here;
I'd gone straight
to his mother long ago,
"Yes. I kniw, but I do hat to make
a fus. .......
: Delia shrugged her shoulders and gave
the celery she was washing an angry
shake In the water.
That afternoon when Helen went out
on some errand. Just as she turned the
corner there was a startling, crashing
noise behlng her. George Barrett dashed
by on roller skates, so dose that It was
a deliberate Intend to frighten her. As
she gave a nervous start, he laughed a
mocking, insolent laugh and dashed on.
Helen was furious. There was nothing
that make her quite so angry as to be
Atartled. And whenever he saw her this
boy seemed to take a fiendish glee In
dashing up behind her with all the clat
tering, terrifying noise that roller skates
can make. .
And now Helen turned back deter
minedly. 6he would put a stop to this at
once. Khe had tolerated Jubi about
enough from that boy.
"Did you forget something, moam?
asked Delia.
. "No; I've come back to settle that
boy. He dashed up behind me down there
Just to sec me start. He's always doing
that. And you know what a racket those
roller skates make. I'm going to write
a note to his mother-and you're going
to take It to her right now."
- "Hure. I will," said Delia with convic
tion. She had long wanted to get even
with that Barrett "limb."
Helen waa already at her desk writing
rapidly I
- "My Dear lira. Barrett: Will you kindly
nee that your boy does not ca!n ring my
doorbell and run away, 83 he has done re
peatedly in the Inst few weeks? And also
that he dot not dnuh up behind me on
i oiler sktttes for the deliberate puriose
of seeing me start?, Also the noise he
makes skating up and down the halls "Why, dear, I'm not glum
most annoylnff. Very respectfully.
"IlEI-KN K. Cl'RTlS."
Helen read It over hurriedly. There
were too many "tUio'n." but she would
not stop to renlte It. for fear her courage
would ftil and slie would not send It at
all.
"Now, Delia." blotting and sealing it
tapldly. "Take this up to Mr3. Barrett's
opartmeit,"
"Must t wait for an answer?"
"No: not unless she asks you to."
Hardly had the door closed on Delia
wlien Helen began walking nervously up
and down the room. What would Mr.
Barrett do? Would the send a note back
by Delia or would the telephone or would
the ignore It altogether?
And had her letter been too curt? Now
that It was gone, Helen, woman-like, be
gan to wonder If slio slioulj have sent It.
Hie tried to remember word for word
what she had written. Che wished now
she had kept the note and thought about
It a little more. Oh, why was shb always
Uunng things on Impulse and then re
gretting them?
What If Mrs. Barrett vhould lgnoro the
note and the boy ttlll continue his un
ties? What an embarrassing position the
would be in then, tine could have Ignored
the boy's misdemeanors before writing
the note, but the certainly could not Ig
nors them now. And If they continued
what could she do?
Hera Delia cams back.
"What did she say?" asked Helen.
"She didn't say nothln ."
"Did the come to the door herself?"
Delia nodded. "Yes, and I think she had
compear some one was playing the piano.
"Thea she didn't open the note while
you were there?"
"No, she Just took It and shut the
floor."
Again Helen started out on her errands.
But her mind was full of the note and Its
tosslsl consequences. J'trhat Mrs. Bar
rett would answer It In her absence, she
might phone or even call. As soon as she
could Helen hurried back. ,
"Anything while I was gone, Delia?
Anyone call or any note?"
Delia shook her head. "Nothln' at all,
ma'am."
But hardly had Helen taken off her hat
when the duor bell rang.
"It's Mrs. Barrett," whispered Delia,
coming back to the bedroom. "Bhe
wouldn't come In she's wnitln' at the
door."
Helen, painfully conscious of her flushed
face, went out into the hall. Mrs. Bar
rett, dressed for the street, wau standing
Just outside the open door. In her hand
was Helen's note.
"I believe you sent me this note, Mrs.
Curtis," freezlngly.
Helen nodded. v
"Well, this is the first time anyone
has ever complained of George. You are
very much mistaken about the. bell I'm
quite sure that George never did such a
thing In his life. And as for rolling up
behind you on the street he says he
didn't even know It was you. The streets
are public property and my boy has Juet
as much right on them ss anyone else."
For a moment Helen was too discon
certed to reply. Always easily confused,
she wss now wholly at loss she could
think of nothing to say. And before she
could collect herself, Mrs. Barrett had
swept over to the elevator with & haughty
"Good afternoon."
Helen closed the door and walked
blindly back Into the sitting room.- Her
cheeks were nblur.e. Oh. why had she
lot that woman dominnte the situation
while she stood there helpless and con
fused as a school girl? She could think
of a dozen tilings now that she should
have said. Why could she think of
nothing then?
"What did she say, ma'am?' asked
Delia, coming In expectantly.
"Oh, she simply denied It said George
would never think of ringing our bell,"
bitterly. "At though 1 hadn't heard him
scampering down the hall."
"Didn't you tell her that, ma'am?"
"No, I I didn't have time to tell her
anything."
Kor the rett of the afternoon Helen
brooded over it all. If only the liadn't
sent the note. It had only resulted In
humiliating her. And now having discov
ered that he could annoy her. George
would take even more gles In doing so.
If Warren would enly speak to Mr.
Barrett but she knew It would be use
less to ask him. Always she had to fight
her own battles, and she so shrank from
dissension that she usually let herself
be fmpoeed upon rather than to cause
any disturbance.
"What't the matter with you tonight?"
asked Warren at dinner. "What makes
you so glum?"
Your Fairy Queen is in Danger
By Tad
wen, you re not wny too sprightly.
What's on your mind? Out with It!
You krofcr jou want to tell mo and yxt
might as wea get it over.
And then she told him of the months
of annoyance from the Barrett boy, abiiit
which he already knew; of her fruitlrtkq
complaints to. the Janitor, and finally of
the noto fha wrote today and Mrs. Bar
rett s Insolent call.
Warren only shrugged his shoulders I
without comment.
"But, Warren. If he d'es keep It up
won't you sprak to Mr. Barrett about it?
That tyould have more effect than any.
thing I could do won't you?"
"Not on your life!"
"But why. dear, why couldn't you do I
that much. yet knowing how useless It
was to persist.
"I'm not going to get mixed up in any
woman's squabbler. Hlght It out for your.
self. The next time he rings your bull-
go out and box his ears."
"Oh, you kr.ow I couldn't do that."
"Well, If he does It when I'm here I
will."
"But he knows better he only rings
when you re away."
wn. wen, inaurereni'y ; "t Huppose
there s nothing criminal about that. 1
did It myself whea I was u oungster."
"Oh, Warren, you didn't!"
"Of course 1 did. All boys du. The bell
ringing period li a a inevitable as the
measles."
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men, i ni giaj n mured Is a I
girl."
"urn so am I. You'd probably make
a mollycoddle out of a boy it you had
one. 1
"At least I'd make him considerate of
women," In an undertone.
"What's that?' sharply.
.Nomine, Hurriedly, anxious to avoid
a quarrel. "Don't you Ihlnk It's getting
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A Tennyson Christmas Shopper
lty JAMI'X UAVKXSl'IMFT.
You must wake and rail me oarly, rail me early, bubby, dour;
For I've KOt to do my Christmas shopping earlier tbls year.
Last Chrlitmaa live I fllulahod with a feverish, throbbing brow,
And had to have the doctor, so I'm golug to do It now.
You nuist call me early, hubby; It's tomorrow you begin.
And you keep It up each morning till my gifts are all laid In,
Kor 1 want to spare the shop girls and the horses and men, too,
For last Christmas, you remember, 1 was ill when I got through.
You must wake and rail me oarly; that'a a dear, good, nice boy there!
Yes, you'd better make the check out for aa much aa you can spare.
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I'd have needed lots more last year all I had left was a dlnio
If I hadn't started late, so this year I'll begin in time! '
The Poor, Tired , Shopgirl
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NEW YORK. Dec. IS.-Desr Winifred
Black: For goodness' take, can't some
one stop this "Oh, I'm so sorry for you"
fad tliut has Just come in?
I'm u shopgirl, not a saleslady a shopgirl.-
I'm paid for
my work, and I like
it. I wouldn't
change places with
the poor, dragged
out mothers .who
come In here fur
all the children I
see hanging onto
their skirts. I wish
I got more money
for my work, but
t don't have tu
honey up to soma
cross old rrunk to
get lilm to buy mo
a docent pair of
gloves and cull it
a Christmas pres
ent, either. I don't
want every little
guose who comes to my counter to say,
either by lier looks or her words, "Oh,
ynu poor, tired thing! Isn't this Christ
mas rush terrible? I am to sorry for
ou."
1 suppuM I'm e rassy, but I like the
Christmas I'tisli; there's something Jolly
about It, sjiuetlitng human, something
friendly, or there was till this "I'oor.
tired shopgirl tiling" got to tie the fad.
I'leaso tell m fur four of us that We
may lie shopgirls and we may be t'red,
hut we don't want to lie "poured" about
It every day In the week.
I'OI R OIAIVK t'Ol'NTKR CIRI.H.
Hurrah, for you! All the real Ameri
cana aren't dead yet, are they?
Where is thut counter of yours, any
wav? I'd go s long way to buy my
ChrlKtmas glove there and to wet a
i h&nce to wisli you and yours u Merry
Christmas, and many of them Into the
lai gain.
Hut s-h h! Ho careful, be very careful.
If any of the others should find out that
,t was you who wrote that letter It
makts me fairly shudder to think of It.
There's Ihotn l, for Instance. n't that
Isulii-I Herons the alxle there, with the
blende puff i and the daiigUnx eurrliif,' .'
Ar.d her friend, Clarice why, they'd never
forgive you never.
Hhe'H so tired she couldn't evrn hear
lun when I asked where tiie doll counter
was, and she's telling flarli e all about
It. f'K how Clarice's black eyes are snap
ping, and how disdainfully she looks at
me. The Idia, asking poor, tired girls
such question.
Just ree the way Clarice is taking It
out on that littlo woman with the baby
In her arms. "Walt on her when she gels
good and ready." Why didn't aha do her
Christmas shopping early, say last July,
when Clarice had her vacation. Instead of
coining In now In all th.s confusion, when
Clarice's feet ache so she can scarcely
taud It? A girl iun't dance all night and
work like u h g all day and not feel it.
rsu she? The anxious little woman wants
to get through and get I nine In time to
have luncheon ready for the children
when limy gi-L hutue Xiuut slIiuuI. but U
that Clarice's fault?
Tired, the anxious llttlo woman? Why,
the idea, she hasn't time to be tired.
She's been up three nights this week.
The little boy Is croupy, and the Ironing''
Isn't half done yet, and there's a rip In
Johnny's sweater to be mended before lie
can wear It again, and Mary's school
plaid will need a new braid before tomor
row, and not a amltch of the Christmas,
baking done It. Tired? Why, she doesn't
even think of such a thing. '
Whatl you sympathise with her, you at
the glove counter?
You love Christmas, too, and you wish'
you were at the toy counter to help lier
and tho rest of the thousand of good little
women like her lilck out their Christmas
fun lor the children? Worl, well, 1 am
surprised.
A Merry Christmas to you, all. four, of
you. And next year, "whlkpW.dt ij -io)e
you'll be In the toy department, too, both
fur tl.e sake of the women who shop
there and for your own merry, good
humored, heurtyomo, Merry Chiistmus
sake.
COURT RECORD'S STORY
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An interesting care comis from Ne-'
braska, showing a unl'iuc and successful;
attempt li recover money utolen from a
bank by burglais. In Aetna indemnity
company uf Hartford, Conn., agalntt
James Malone et al.. 131 Northwestern'
Keporler, !. it Hppcurod thut the safu
of the Chapman Stain hank was blown
and r.'.47f. In cash taken by burglars, who
shortly thereafter wero arrested by tha
police officers uf Lincoln, Neb., and vari
ous sums taken by the police officers
from the burglars. Including a mutilated
silver dollur, which was later Identified
by the cashier of t lie bank as having
been with the money stolen. The ban'c
having been indemnified ,by complainant
indemnity company to tils extent of $2.(H
the latter made common cause against
the burglars and the police officers as
assignees or xubrogees of the bank to
recover llo; funds, claiming that the
police officers were constructive trusted
thereof unil tracing the same by in can
of the mutilated coin. The police officers
refused to surrender thb money, claiming
that they had been notified of an assign
ment by the burglars to their attorneys
for services, und also claiming the light
to retain SMA) as an unpaid reward ot
fere 1 by complainant. The court sus
tained complainant's claim, holding thut
tho funds were traced Into the hands of
the police off Kirs, and that they w'era
liable as constructive trustees thereof,
and were bound to surrender the same to
complainant. The Ducket.
Numr Tabliod Wisdom.
Silence Is the remedy fur anger.
Want of variety leads to satiety.
A good heud has a hundred hands,
opportunity is the cream of time,
Kvery may -be hath a muy-be-not.
When a inu.il fctuw aiiry big icusuil
rides nut, t