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Married Life the Third Year
Delia Shirks the Extra Work in the Apartment and Fi
nally Leaves.
By MABEL HERBERT URNER.
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"Why, Delia, you haven't cleaned the
nickel in that bathroom!
"Can't do everything at once," grum
bled Delia.
"But I told you particularly I wanted
that done. You can leave those shelves
and do it now."
Delia. suiKily
threw down the oil
cloth she was fit
ting on the pantry
shelves and got out
the nickel polish.
It was not often
that Helen made
her stop one 'thing
to do another in
this way. But all
.during the moving
end for the two
days they had been
in the new apart
ment, Delia had
been most" sullen.
Shj9. showed plainly
that she disap
proved of the
larger apartment and had made several
grumbling remarks about the work being
much harder here.
She had been in the bathroom now
hardly twenty minutes when Helen heard
Tier go back to the kitchen. Surely she
was not through! She could not have
cleaned the nickel in that time!
When Helen went to lodk she found
the faucets had been rubbed up a little,
but the nickel pipes under the washstand
and the shower over the tub had not
been touched.
Helen, ' now thoroughly angry, went
tack to the kitchen. She had put up with
A good deal from Delia in the last few
flays, and her patience was exhausted.
"Delia, do you mean to say you call
that nickel polished?"
"Good as I can get it the fim time
That ain't never been polished hefore."
"But you didn't touch the pipes under
the stand nor the shower."
"Couldn't reach that shower," sullenly.
"Then gt the stepladder. Now you'll
have to go back, Delia, and do that
right"
Delia muttered something under her
breath and went back to the bathroom
In a furious temper. Helen followed her
in.
"And this idling you haven't cleaned
tmy of this." ,
"Those spots won't come off, them's
paint."
"Get a knffe and scrape them off,"
trying one with her thumb nail. "Now,
Delia, I want you to get this bathroom
clean. We've been here three days now,
' pnd it's almost as bad as when we
came."
"Well, I can't do no more than I can,"
muttered Delia.
For the rest of the afternoon Delia
maintained a sulky, resentful silence. At
dinner, even Warren noticed that some
thing was wrong.
"What's the matter with Delia?" he
asked.
' "Oh, dear, I don't know. She's been sul
len and grumpy ever since we've moved,
jid today I had a perfectly. dreadful time
making her polish the nickel in the bath
room. She thinks this apartment is too
big that the work's going to be harder."
"Well, if she d'jesn't want- to do the
work here, fire her. We'll get somebody
who does."
,"But, oh, I dread to think of a new
ttirl. We've had her so long."
"Too long, maybe. These girls get
spoiled when they feel you can't do
without them."
"S-s-sh dear, here she comes."
Delia came In now with the vegeta
bles. "Delia, how did you burn these?" asked
Helen, as she took a blackened sweet
potato on her plate.
. "That oven fburns everything. Can't
bake nothing fit to eat in that stove."
"Then why didn't you boil these?"
But Delia swung through the pantry
floor without answering.
"Delia!" Warren called angrily. Then,
as she did not return, he put his foot on
the bell under the table and kept !t there.
"Delia," sternly, as she came to the
Boor again, "why did you go rat without
Answering? Mrs. Curtis asked why you
didn't boil the potatoes If you knew the
oven didn't bake well."
"Didn't know you wanted them bolied,
' sir," was the evasive ansvT.
f "Well, if she's beginning to g3t' Inso
lent," fumed Warren as the door again
swung after her, "we'll get rid . of her
so quick It'll make her heal swlnv
You've spoiled her, that's the trouble.
You've made her feel you couldn't Itet
along without her. That spoils any
girl. They take advantage of it every
time."
"But dear, Delia has been so good in
so many ways, and she's so clean about
the kitchen that's everything."
"Lots of other girls are clean, too, and
a darn sight more economical."
The next morning right after breakfast,
Helen said briskly:
"Now, Delia, I want you to ciean this
range thoroughly today. You can begin
as soon as you get through with your
dishes. Try to get all this rust off. Take
a little kerosene. There's some in that
bottie in the lower part of the cupboard."
When Delia was in one of her disagree
able moods she had a provoking way of
not answering. Helen added sharply:
"When you get through the range I
want you to wash all these glass 'doors
in the pantry. That , should' ve been done
before you put oilcloth on the shelves."
As she was talking Delia turned on
full the hot water In the'sihk, making
so much noise that Helen had to raise
her voice. This added to her Irritation.
Had Delia turned on that water pur
posely? The incident rankled. Perhaps
Warren was right perhaps she had
spoiled her. At any rate Helen deter
mined that she would not put up with
this sullen insolence any longer. And
she would let Delia understand this at
the first opportunity.
She had not long to wait. An hour
later she found Delia In the pantry wash
ing the glass doors. Helen knew that to
clean the range properly would have
taken much over an hour. And now.
when she examined it, she found Delia
had simply washed it otf, but the rust
was all there.
"Delia, I told you to take some kero
sene and get this rust off."
"Can't get that rust off with kerosene.
That stove need to be polished; that's
what it wants."
"But the gas company doesn't want
you to use polish on these ranges. You
ought to know that. Bring me the kero
sene." Helen poured some in a saucer.
'There," showing the rust on the rag.
"You see, that takes It off. Now, 1
want you to do this before you do any
thing else." "t
But Delia was already back again
washing the glass doors.
"Don't you understand me, Delia? I
said I wanted you to do this before you
did anything else."
But with her back to Helen, she was
obstinately polishing on of the doors.
She did not stop to turn around.
"Delia! Do you hear me?" ,
Still Delia did not turn.
"Delia, what is the matter with you?
This began when we started to move
and you have been growing worse every
day. Now I'm not going to put up
with it. If you don't want to do the work
here and do it the way I want you to
then I shall get some one else."
Delia's face had flushed a dull brlek
red.
"You'd better get 'em right away. I'm
ready to go now." She put down the rag,
wiped her 'hands on her apron and before
Helen could realise what had happened
bad slammed into her room. ,
Helen locked after her with a curious
feeling of dismay. Was she in earnest?
Was she really going to leave?
Then she remembered that this had
happened once before and almost in the
same way. Delia had even gone so far as
to pack ber trunk, yet a few hours later
she had found her in the kitchen prepar
ing dinner as though nothing had hap
pened. She tried to assure herself that this, too,
would end that way. Delia was impulsive
and quick tempered, but her anger was
usually soon over. Helen went on about
her work, trying not to let the Incident
upset her, but she found herself listening
for every sound from Delia's room.
At last she heard her come out, stalk
heavily down the hall and bang the out
side door after her. '
What did it mean? Surely she had not
gone. Helen waited breathlessly several
moments; then went down the hall and
opened the door of Delia's room.
Her trunk was packed and locked, her
strapped luitease set beside It Placed
conspicuously on the bare top of the
bureau was a note:
"Dear Mrs. Curtis: I don't have to work
for nobody that always finds fault
Maybe you can get somebody that suits
you better. I'll send an expressman for
my trunk. .
"DELIA CDONOUGHUBJ."
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Copyright, 1912, National News Aasn.
By Nell Brinkley
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Th Blind-We Should Help by Kind
ness to Make Existence for the :
Sightless Ones Less Melancholy.
ny ELLA WHEELER WILCOX.
shadows fell, like
When first the
prison bars.
And darkness spread before me
like a pall,
I cried out for the sun. the earth,
the stars;
And beat the ear, a mud man beat
a wall.
I turned my vision inward Lo, a
spark
A light- torch, and all the world
grew bright.
For tiod's dear eyes were shining'
through the dark. .
Then, bringing to me gifts of
tecompen.se, .
Came keener heaving, finer taste
and. touch;
And that oft unappreciated sense.,
Which finds sweet odors, and pro--
claims them such.
And not until my moral eyes were'-
blind - o
Did I perceive how kind the world,
how kind. :
There is so much we could all do, by a
little concerted efforr, to brighten and
sweeten the lives of the blind,
i The benevolent people of Wealth In
America are many;' and they give largely
! of their means to
; improve the condl
i tlon of the blind,
I deaf, dumb, lame,
halt and shut-In.
I But I dout if
j there Is any organ
j ized plan In Amer
ica to provide musio
and flowers regu
j larly for the blind.
! It Would cost but
; little to give these
! pleasures once : a
i week to all Inmates
of blind asylums,
j and It would af-
ford enjoyment al-
i most Incomprehen-
! slble to those of us who possess
! our five senses unlmpared.
j In Jnpan, blind people alons give mas-
suite.
j The business Is wholly reserved for
them, and the government provides
schools where they are taught the 8wed
; Ish movement, and all systems of mas
! sage.
Good Queen Elizabeth of Boumania, has
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all of
built a city for the blind in her land
and she has hud the l(M people
brought there from every part of Ro
mania, and taught all kinds of occujia
tions possible for them to acquire.
That was, Indeed, a queenly act. -"
It Is the Impulse of every human being,
no matter how Ignorant or how wicked,
to be kind to the blind. , v!
But many of us, if not most of Us,
fall to do all we could do to rendct
existence less melancholy to the sight
less ones of earth. If there Is a blind
'asylum In your town or county, try and
Interest your friends to make up a purs
the net holiday and buy gifts of flowerj
to send to the institution. And send oh
or more of your friends with the gifts;
else they may never proceed further than
the office of the asylum or the room ot
the attendants. "
Then the following holiday arrange with
the officers of the institution to have
some of your musical friends sing or give
Instrumental music for the pleasure ot
the blind.
These little acts will cost you, llttle.n
time or money, and they will not only
give others happiness, but they will
sweeten and soften your own character,
and render you more sympathetic . and
more lovable. ,
Copyright, 1912, by A merican- Journal
Examiner. '
Second Childhood
By WILLIAM F. KIRK.
I'm celebrating, weetheart; I am seventy today.
I saw the neighbors laughing when they saw me getting gay.
"He's in his second childhood," was one sly remark I heard.
"He'd in his second childhood" and I laughed at every word.
They did not. understand, dear, when I danced in childish Joy;
There is no second childhood when man remains a boy.
I've been a man for fifty years, all wearing, tearing years;
For fifty years I've laughed away a million tears and fears.
The joy heart is the boy heart, that never stops its beat
Until the soul speeds, laughing, up to the Judgment Seat.
And so I mock the Reaper1, who finds nothing to destroy.
There is no second childhood when a man remains a boy.
A Memory
If you stop to think, you know they
other fussy little kid longs to m-i
softer, lovller , things than they know
a magic garden. on one side.ot.it and the
it isn't. tvaJlv. Thav'ro tiut kin. Nell
are "kin.".. One shoddy little kid and her
and maybe her pretty mother does, too
the other pair thinks a little dirt would
dusty street on the other looks like a
BrinUlov.
little mother long to get In. And ttio
if a follow knt?w. One pair long for
be' a nice thing. A big Iron gate with
mighty big barrier between folks, but
By WILLIAM P. KIRK.
Faults? I have fifteen hundred
Some of them big, some small.
Thousands of times I have blundered,
Answering some strange call.
Thousands of times I've wondered
What is behind it all.
But once on a time I met a child '
Who crept up into my arms and smiled.
Lies? I have told a million
Some of them big, soma small.
None of these lies escaped the Eyes
That watch for the sparrow's fall.
My soul is seared by the wrong, the weird
The painted cheeks, and the brawl.
But once on a time I met a child
Who crept up into my arms and smiled.