El Paso herald. (El Paso, Tex.) 1901-1931, 1913-07-29

my hands! Chuck it, I tell youl"
Warren was already up, getting into
I his slippers and dressing gown
Dear. what are you going to do2"
anxiOusly as he crossed the room and
pushed a bell
Get you something to eat"
''Oh, I don't want anything" excit
edly, I'm not hungry only thought
I'd sleeD better if I nibbled at some
thing. Oh, please don't order any
thing up heTe-it'H be so expensive
at this time Of the night! Why It
is almost twelvei"
Warren groWled at her to keep
STILL" and rang the bell
What can you get to eat here, this
later Helen heard his demand Of the
! boy who came to the door. What's
who can speak English! Underestimate
Yes, English
Just what Warren ordered Helen,
who was still in the bedroom, could
order he came TO the door with q
peremptOTy
Get into your dressing gown
we're going to have something to
BewiIdered, yet following a quick
I impulse, Helen took from her trunk
one of her prettiest negligees. It was
a pale pink chiffon, charming over
the white lace Of her night dress.
Her rumpled hair she smOOthed under
a boudOir cap Her eyes, no longer
red were now feverishly bright
There are few conditions under
which a woman is not conscious OF
her charm, and even now Helen felt a
faint glow of pleasure as she glanced
IN the mirror.
Warren had turned on all the
shaded lights in the rose silk sitting
room The waiter had already brought
up a folding table and was now set
ting it with elaborate care
Mystery.
What did 1t all mean? She had ex-
pected only few sandWiches-Why
all this china and silYer2 But for once
Helen was discreet. She asked no
questions and made no comments, and
Warren had settled himself with some
papers by a shaded reading lamp
When a little later he opened the
door TO a waiter with a loaded tray
Helen gazed in establishment There
was brO1led chicken, French peas, arti-
choke and q bottle of claret- The
waiter arranged it all on the table
with a deftness and quicknesS that
only French waiter knows.
The Louis XIV. room with its gilt
furniture and silk hangings now
looked more than ever like a stage
setting-the Bohemian supper scene
in the second act. And Helen was
and Warren's quilted dressing gown
were a part of it The theatrical
instinct IS IN every wOman-and in
Helen it was very strong
wine, filled their glasses, drew up two
chairs. received his tip and bowed
himself out, Helen sank into one of
the chairs still in a dazed but now
happy bewiIderment
Well you can SIT there and stare
II you want tO-Im going to pitch in.
Looks pretty good to me-
Why, Warren; didn't you have din
ner either?''
Not mUch,' grimly
Helen looked at him Then drop
ping her napkin, with a breathless
cry, she ran over and threw her arms
about him. .-Oh, you didn't know
you didn't! You were wretched too
You couldn't eat any more than
could Oh you dear-yOu wonderful
dear?' shOwering her kisses on his
hair and neck. Oh I'm so happyl It
shows you do carer
Look here, are you going to let /
this chicken set cold? Now sit down {
there. and eat your dinner, supper /
or whatever you call this meal I'm !
blamed hungry. I tell you. Go on"
showing her away, but not urgently /
Here, what part of this bird do you 1
want first-white meat or a short /
leg?"