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Show iff II0VE and MARRIED IIFEl Iff note author j Iff j Idah MGlone Csifoson I Iff! THOUGHTS OF HOME. f FU Thoroughly tired, after reading Hel- t4h ens ,clier' and my vlsits from John i ( and Alice, I allowed myself to be made. i ready for the night. jLj "The doctor says that you may sit 9HtSfeb up lomorro'vv'' if 'ou "ish," said tho iTRP' oursc. "Oh, how splendjd! Do you think I. j can go home soon?" I asked eagerly, j "I am sure you can," she answered, "Then I'll ask him tomorrow if I may not be taken home in an ambulance! Vou can go with me, can't you, and sta with me until I am well again?" "Yes," she answered. "J should lovej to go, if you want me. But you must, go to sleep now, so that you may get all the strength possible." Her information was so comforting that I forgot all about everything exr cept that I was getting well, arid I. ; went to sleep almost as soon as I was I lefl alone. The next morning after the doctor came, the nurse got me out into the big chair beside my bed. After she had arranged mo in my pink bed coat ' and hair ribbon, she allowed iiie to i take the hand glass and look at m- 'jm l was surprised and aimosi snocKea when I caught the first gjimpse of my 91 face. Although I had looked in the l glass while I was lying down I looked IWT so much paler sitting up. jrfv Reason for It. j I suppose thcro is a psychological O1 reason for this, for we do not expect if one to look the picture of health while 1 on a sick bed, but we unconsciously look for signs of health when one sits up. I was much thinner. For this I was i thankful and smiled at myself I con- I fess thcro was vanity in the smile when I found that my illness had seemed to further refine my features. I knew I was looking my very best ' ;vhen the nurse placed a great sheath of pink roses on tho white silk cover let that had been placed across my ) knees. "You look like a million dollars. Mrs. Gordon," sho said gaily, and I smiled j to myself a little bitterly, it ist true, as I recollected that the only money ' I had in the world had been practically i given me by my husband's sister, I while the. great bunch of La France j roses that made fragrant the atmos phere all about me and gave the last touch of luxuriousness to the ensemble, ensem-ble, had been sent me by a man friend of my husband. For the first time I looked about my room with seeing eyes. It was perfectly perfect-ly evident that John had insisted upon the finest silite in the hospital for me, for through the door of my bedroom I noticfed a little sitting room. "Tomorrow I shall take' you in there," said the nurse. "Oh, wpuldn't it bo lovely, if day after af-ter tomorrow I could go home!" Asks About the Trip. When John camo in I was full of the proposed trip and I asked him if he didn't think it would be lovely to have me back, in our rooms. I "You bet it w,ould, honey!" he an-swored. an-swored. "When does the doctor say i you can go?" I "He thought Mrs. Gordon would be able to go the last of the week If she was taken in an ambulancp, and I went with her to help with her convalescence," conva-lescence," the nurse interrupted. "Bully! That's fino! We can put a bed in the little room wo were going to make into a nursery for you." "I thought that could bo done," I answered, and I felt a coldness about my heart as I wondered if that little room ould ever echo to the uncertain uncer-tain tread of tiny feet. 1 "I expect you read your letter from j 1 Helen wnat uiu sne say.' jonn asK-ed asK-ed abruptly. "She just told me her side of the story," I said. j M3hc hasn't sot any side. Any, woman who has done what Helen Van -Ness has done deserves no considera-i tion whatever. And Bob Gaylord, 1 have about concluded, is a cad." "But, John, you mudt give them both some credldt for the courage of their! convictions." j Case of Losing Heads. j "Convictions.! Nothing! It was just j a case of losing their heads! Gaylord will come to his senses in a little while, and then she'll probably get what's coming to her." j "Any one would think, to hear youi talk, John, that Bob and Helen were the first couple who had ever done a thing of this kind." i "Ob. I know there are lots of fools! who kick up a sranda, but you must surely know, Kathcrlne, that while i there are hundreds of men who might; onjoy a little flirtation every day. j when it comes to a show down, if they; are men of any decency at all thy go! back to their wives and conversion-! allt!" j "( think. you mean, John, that they1 try io go back to their w'ivos and rc-j spectability!" TomorrowJohn's Views. " I |
