Omaha daily bee., 1912-07-31

mean they drive to the left?"
That's It, And you've got to keep
that constantly in mind and be mighty
alert If you don't want to get run over"
But dear, surely the driving laws
should be uniform all over the world.
Why think If chauffeur came over
here and got bewldered"-
Yes, that's happened several times
and there's been jolly smashup. We
think the English should conform to our
rules and they think we should conform
to theirs-so there you are!"
He paused now before window in
which were displayed raw chops and lob
sters and Joints Of mutton and beef.
Here is the chop house 4 spoke Of
It's famous for its grill. We'll go there
for dinner some .night'' To Helen this
phrase carried with it a thrill of ex-
pectancy. And theye were not only to be
in London one night but many nights!
And Warren had promised to take her.
to a different place for dinner every
evening. s. .. 81. =
Now, we'd better get on a bus here.
I've just about time to take you to st.
Pauls."f -. :
"oh, Warren, I'd forgotten all about the
time. You'll not be later"
mo. it's only half past g. You can't
do any business here until TO- They don't
open their offices before that. II an Eng.
lishman gets to his office In a top hat
before noon and writes a couple Of let
ters he thinks he's done a days work.
That's why we're going to put things
through here-and we're going to put
them through good and hard. I'll show
these Britishers a thing or two before !
leave"
And as always when Warren assumed
this confident, all powerful air, Helen
was duly impressed. II deep In her heart
there was the doubt that Warren was
under estimating the Englshman's ability
and over estimating his own, she would
not admit it even to herself. Since War
rem had come over here confident that
he could put over his deal in a few weeks,
Helen was far too blindly idolizing to
doubt the success of ais plans. vs.,
''Oh, dear, wait till 1t stops!' as War
rem now hurried her after passing
bus. "
IT'S not going to stop" almost lift
ing her on the still moving vehicle.
You've got to get on while they're 60
ing-that's a pecularity of the London
bus"
Where tor demanded the conductor
when he come for the fares.
St Paul's," answered Warren.
Three ha'pence"
How much is that?" asked Helen,
eagerly.
charge here for the distance you 60,
and it's sensible plan, too. At home
we pay five cents, whether we ride two
blocks or two miles,
..Oh, that curious old church right in
the middle of the streetr
"Yes, that's st. Mary's; and there's
Temple Bar. Now this is Fleet stree we're
going into-the newspaper offices are all
along here. There's the old Cheshire
Cheese That's where they have the
famous beefsteak pie every Thursday,
I think it is. Well take that in"
Helen was gazing with breathless in
terest at the famous old places of which
she had often read.
Now, this is Ludgate Hill, and that's
st. Paups at the top. Baedeker gives
you a lot of dope about that. Come, we
get off here"
Again the bus refused to stop, and
Helen was forced to Jump off while 1t
was moving.
Backwards, of course!" exclaimed
Warren. angrily. "A woman never has
sense enough to get off car the right
way. Now this is St. Pauls court yard.
There's a lot OF cheap shops around here.
Back there is Paternoster Row and
Amen Corner, where all the old book
shops used to be, After you come out Of
St Paul's you might wander around here
a .while-its an interesting old neighbor- !
hood"
Then glancing at his watch, ITS al |
most 10 o'clock. I'll have to hurry. Now
you understand, do you? You're to meet |
me at the hotel at o'clock. Got enough |
"Oh, yes, dear; plenty"
"All right, take care of yourself. And |
don't forget about these streets-that |
goes to the left"
He left her on the steps of st. paurs, |
turned back once, tipped his hat and |
was quickly lost in the crowd.
Helen stood motionless for several |
looking after him. Thought
she saw him. jump on bug. just as a |
huge van moved in the way.
She turned and looked up at the great |
towering above her. then back |
again to the crowded thoroughfare that !
ed down through Fleet street to the
strand-the great high road of the city.
Alone in London!" Helen smiled at