El Paso herald. (El Paso, Tex.) 1901-1931, 1913-09-22
Married Lies Troubles
Helen is III on the Rough and FOggy
Trip Across the Eng
lish Channel.
nv Mabel HPrharr UruaP
: By Mabel Herbert UrneT :
GID ETTER eat something" advised
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! k6n ETTER eat something, advised
Warren. You'll not feel Xix,
eating on the channel boat"
"Oh, you think it's going to bC
Cant tell, but it's always a NEAR
trip. Looks like it's going to be foggy
Helen glanced out the window at tn,
they were now whirling. 1t had beer
| n1isting when they left Paris, and now
the mist had thickened to a drizzle.
How about piece of French mel
! on?" suggested Warren; that's refresh
ing" as Helen nstlessly pushed back
! her plate.
cars; things don't look clean"
I We'll, they're a darn sight cleaner
| than those channel steamers. Seven
years ago they were pretty punk, and
! they're the same old boats
! When they left the dining car and
/ made their way back to their compart-
ment they found they had it to them
! selves.
Since we're alone, I think I'll lie
! down" for Helen was almost i'll from
the strain of the last few days in Pa
\ ris.
Last night. because it was the last
! night, they had stayed at the Cafe de
| Ia Paix, watching the gay theatre
/ they got back to the hotel Helen had
still much of her packing to do. 1t was
5 o'clock before they got to bed and
| they were up again at o'clock.
You do look played out" yawned
Warren.
Her Head Aches.
I don't believe 1 can lie down" as
she sat up YEARLY and smoothed her
hair. Tt makes my head ache worse.
Is it much longer now?"
Bout an hour and half We're not
due till 1 o'clock. Want something to
Tead?" dividing the week old New
York paper.
Helen glanced at the headlines. Her
head ached too badly to read and she
gazed listlessly out of the mist-bIurred
window. She was dreading the channel
trip. Would she be i'll? Everyone
complained of the English channel and
the wretched boats.
We're getting into Dieppe now" an
nounced Warren finally.
Everything was hustle and excite
ment The passengers, English and
French, were streaming out on the
platform, instructing the blue-bIoused
sailors about their luggage.
Come on, let's get out of this"
Warren started off toward the steam
er, which lay in an inlet just beyond
the station.
So this was one of the much-criti-
cIzed English channel boats, thought
Helen, as they made their way IN the
gangplank and around the narrow deck
Everything looked implanted and dingy
and through the open doors of the
caoln came heavy, sickening ship
It was almost an hour before all the
baggage was on and they were off
warren mad unStrapped their rugs and
wrapped them around Helen, who Law
back in a steamer chair, looking over
the gray, roughened hcannel. Already
she was feeling the sickening roll of
the boat.
She had no inclination to move about
but Warren insisted
La
cabins like They've got & buffet
luncheon down there"
Helen Mortified.
Helen followed reluctantly, for she
mad had several whiffs of the odors
from below. The cabin was a strange
computation of a diningroom and a
pubic staterOOm. Around the walls
was double row of hunks. and in the
center was large table, from one enc
OF which stewards were serving cold
salad.
Convenient arrangement" grinned
warren You can eat and then lie
down. Everything handy Feel hun
gry?' glancing down at her with an
amused smile. Want some cold ham
and salad?"
Helen shrank back in horror. you
know I couldn't eat down here" indig-
nantly. Let's go back on deck I'll
De SICK If 1 stay here any longer-the
doors something dreadful"
Helen almost ran up the stairs to
get to the fresh air again
Are these the best boats that cross
tne cnanneIE she demanded resentfulIy
surely they're not all so old and
Warren shrugged his shoulders
Ihey're all pretty rotten. That's be-
cause they've no competition. One
company controls all the steamers
then ne buttoned up the collar of his
ralncoat, pulled down the rim of his
soft tweed hat relit his pipe and
started for another strike around the
deck, while Helen lay back and eazed
thickened and the foghorns were con-
tinuous I'm
Dear. can't you move my chair to
tne other side?" she asked as Warren
paced BY I keep getting a whiff of
that odor," holding to a door lust be-
yond, and I don't want to see those |
basins, either"
Nonsense. You're too blamed fin
I 1Gky: besides it's all wet over there. !
1Hdl S the weather side
Helen Insists
But Helen weakly insisted that she /
uId not care how wet it was as long
as she got away from the ship odor and !
the suggestive basins
Now, that's all foolishness Hara /
: II move you up this way a bit" drag /
glng her chair a few feet along the /
80 VOW stop your fussing and 1
axe nap-that's what you need"
lump OF resentment in her throat added /
70 her growing feeling of nausea An
other Whit of the hot. sickening odor
cTom below, and she got up unsteady.
one was going on the other side-if She
naG Go 70 orag her chair over herself
mere do you want it put miss?'
4sked big English sailor, who had |
5 b1S5 run down the ladder from the
;, IN lew moments he had her set
-lJd on the other side and had brought /
: DlS rubber apron, which he fastened |
yer the chair. She did not mind the
face. IL AeF
Then she saw Warren striding an
srily toward her.
no you got over here, did you?'
SEStnsIy' BY George, you're the most
'Iu0Dorn headstrong"-
..Oh, dear, dOn't-I-I feel so sick"
oun be a lot sicker if YOU sit
ie, IN the wet. 'Nough to give any
10y pneumonia. Why the devil do you
Ave 10 be so different from everyone
, ,iS Nobody's on this side" He
; Va ed e down the wet, empty deck "An
ne ne O5her women have sense enough to
tay down in the cabin"
LOu know / cOuldn'r stand If dourp I