El Paso herald. (El Paso, Tex.) 1901-1931, 1913-09-17
Married Lies Troubles
On Their Last Night in Paris Helen
Follows Warren to the
Cafe de la PAX.
~ Mabel Herbert UrneF

CD For for n %'' you ,, -.
II Where do you want IT.!
With his cigar in his mouth, Warren
lifted the tray from Helen's trunk anu
stood looking around for place 10
Here. on the bed. No-wait, I want
to fold some things there. Just put
it here" showing forward a CHAIR:
But the chair seat was not quite
wide enough. and the next movement
tbe trav fonpIed over, its carefully
packed contents scattered over INC
..The devi1r muttered Warren
scowling at the up-turned tray;
"Oh, and I had it all packeo! De-
walled Helen, almost in tears
We'll, why'd you tell me 10 put II
there?" resuming his study of the
steamer plan, while Helen turned
over the tray and began TO repack II
on the floor. ,o.1-s
This outside room on Deck b LOOKS
prettv good" he frOwned, but there
fbst nTomenade deck right outside,
and we don't want any Internal bano
waking US up every morning, as We
had coming over. What dyou say
Take a chance on that room?
why. dear. whatever you think
murmured Helen absent-mindedly, III
tent on re-packing the tray.
We'll, look this over when you get
through there" And Warren threw
down the plan, thrust his cigar pc
tween his teeth, took off his coat anu
drew bunch of keys from ms poc Oh -
When Warren packed, he went at II
with a grim determination TO get
through and it took him only ABOUT
one-fifth the time it took Helen
Now he pulled out his trunk from
the wall, unlocked it, STROBE over 10
the wardrobe and came back Win an
armfuI of suits.
'Oh, do be careful" warned Helen,
who was sitting on the floor, with
the contents of the tray spread
around her. But even as she spoke
/ a box lid crunched under Warren's
aThen don't plant yourself right
/ in the middle of the floor! Shove
| that stuff up against the wall or go
! into the front room-this bedroom
| isn't big enough for US both to pack
Warren strobe into the front room
and returned with a large basket Of
I clothes.
"Oh, I'd forgotten about the laun-
! dry" exclaimed Helen in dismay.
How WILL I get all those things
| in?s
Warren Finishes.
With a shrug Warren went on win
| his packing, and in a marNellousIy
short time he was through
Now you can have the field 10
| yourself" as he locked his trunk and
| went into the next room. I'm go
ing to write some letters"
For the next hour Helen anguished
over her packing. Even her dainti-
est things had been crushed into the
smallest possible space
Getting through" Warren ap-
| peared at the door with the stamped
~ ic n11r
night in Paris. How about going
over to the Cafe de Ia Paix?"
''Oh, dear, I can't-Pm not nearly
through" glancing around the room
still Uttered with things YET 10 De
packed. And with that hard Channel
trip tomorrow-won't we be too tired
If we go out tOnight?'
Wen have the whole week on the
steamer to rest up in
yes, I know, but I don't believe
CAN go out tonight"
All right, suit yourself-out I'm
going" And he started
Helen started up. It was their last
night-Oh, why hadn't she gone with
him? She could finish packing when
thew came back. What difference did
Breathlessly she ran to the DOOR but
the hall was empty Warren had gone
down. Then she saw on the dresser
the letters he had left there when he
brushed his coat. Would he come
back for them?"
street-to be ready in case he should
come. Then she gathered up the let
tiers and started down to mail them
He might still be lingering about the
office.
The lobby was full of people but
Warren was not there. She dropped
the letters in the box and walked to
one of the long, low French windows
that opened out on the street. This
was their last night in Paris. Never
had the lights and gaiety of the
streets seemed SO alluring.
Whenever Helen yielded to an i'm
pulse, she yielded quickly, knowing
that if she stopped to thik it over,
she would probably not yield at all.
And now she rushed up to the desk
with an eager request for a cab.
Three minutes later she was being
whirled toward the Cafe de Ia Paix.
What if Warren should MT be there?
But she need not get out Of the cab
unless she saw him. Her heart was
| beating fast. To be driving alone at
the very daringness of it thrilled
| her with a sense Of adventure.
When the cab drew up, Helen
I gazed out in dismay. She had not
: realized how many tables there were
| in front of this famous cafe. How
crowd2
) The driver opened the door ex-
| pectantly, but Helen would not leave
| the sheltering refuge of the cab IN
/ til she had located Warren. At
/ length she saw him at a small table
! far back of the green hedge.
/ With eager excitement she sprang
/ out, paid the cabman and started
! through the maze of crowded tables.
| Warren was just as she had pictured
/ him, his hat pushed back, leisurely
/ smoking a cigaret with a small
/ cordial glass before him. He did not
! see her until, with an excited laugh
/ she slipped into the chair beside him.
/ He did not seem surprised. Warren
/ was never startled. Now he merely
fIicked the ashes from his cigaret
/ and asked with cold displeasure.
What sort Of a caper do you call
/ this?',
"Oh, dear, I couldn't stay there
alone. 1 should've come with YOU.
/ It's our last night in Paris-and !
| couldn't spend it packing"
How'd you get here?'
81 took a cab-it was perfec+lv