The Richmond palladium and sun-telegram. [volume] (Richmond, Ind.) 1907-1939, 1914-07-01

FARMER.
powder puff and her toilet was as
complete as she could make it.
Then she went over to the bed
Dear" tenderly brushing back his
hair. If we. want to catch that $40
you had better get up
He stirred, turned, then opened his
eyes with a dazed, "Huh?"
I'VE have only about fifty minutes
to catch that train," repeated Helen.
He stared around the unfamiliar
| room, then realized where they were.
The dewitt" as he sat up in sleepy
| irritation.
Heavily he got out of the spring
creaking bed. The lack of bath and
dressing conveniences he did not take
as philosophically as had Helen.
Grumblingly he poured some water
into the wash bowl.
"Oh, dear, don't try to wash here!
Wait till we get home-don't wash
in that BOWL"
HELEN is TIMID.
What is the matter with it? Looks
all right"
| "Oh, that water isn't fresh-it may
have been standing there for days."
! Huh! You are too blamed squeam-
ish"
"Wait,-if you want to wash, use
this drinking water!''
Helen emptied the bowl, refilled it
from the drinking pitcher, and insisted
on his using a handkerchief instead
! of the towels.
| Ungraciously he accepted her peck
ct comb to smooth his rumpled hair.
He felt ruefully his unshaved face,
and fairly glowered at the soiled col
lar he was forced to put on.
Feel rotten!" was his grim COM
ment as he slammed on his hat and
shrugged into his overcoat. READY"
Helen gave her veil a final adjust
ing touch before the blurred mirror
and turned out the gas.
Better have some coffee and rolls
before we start" as they went down
the musty- smelling hall.
ooh, l couldn't eat a thing here"
protested Helen. Hadn't we better
wait until we get home?"
At the bottom of the brass-bound
stairs, she stumbled over a scrub
bucket. A blear-eyed man with a
sack apron was wiping up. the office
floor. Apparently the mingled odor of
soap suds and stale beer decided War
rem against breakfast. AS they were
without baggage, he had paid for the
room in advance. and now he had only
to hand in the key
| Outside the air was cold and damp.
The walks were wet and the streets
filled with the slush of melting snow.
We will have time to get some
coffee glancing at his watch, "if we
can find decent lunch room"
Thni 10 cfo 1n6 fhnr
through the main street Of the town.
There was a fiourishing & 10c store,
Boston Dry Goods" store, a bank,
post office, but a marked absence of
restaurants.
How about this?" Warren paused
before a Quick Lunch ROOM" in the
window of which were couple of
greasy looking pies. plate of dough
nuts and sheet of fly paper.
TOO MUCH FOR HIM.
IF you think you can eat there,
; will go in and watt murmured Hell
en-, resignedly.
Warren hestated, glanced again at
the fly paper, and started on.
Guess ] will wait until we get to
New York"
crowded with commuters. The $40
their offices a little after nine.
"Jove, but it will be awkward if we
meet Baldwin. But he takes the $40,
doesn't he?"
"Oh, | hope he will not be on this, -
exclaimed Helen in dsmay
1t would be awkward, decidedly awk-
ward, to go in this morning with their
host of yesterday; to have to explain
that they missed the train and had
gone to the palace" hotel, rather
than to return to his house at mid
night.
On account of the snow the train
was late. and Warren stalked impat-
iently up and down, Tuning about the
idea of anybody wanting to live out
side New York.
Imagine having to take the $40
in every morning, and the 500 out
every night! man is fool to spend
over two hours day on a blooming
train. They can keep on batting
about their country homes but one
dose of this is enough for me-"
The train Numbered in now, drown
ing Warrens complaints.
They were hardly seated when Hell
en- shrank back with a panic-stricken
whisper.
BALDWIN APPEARS.
| on, uedF, uOn let MIN see us.
Mr.. Baldwin was swinging down the
aisle, apparently on his way to the
smoker.
He will see us all right answered
Warren, grimly.
Helen turned to the window and
hxed her eyes on the snow-draped
fields, hoping desperately that Mr..
Baldwin would pass by without not
icing them. But the next moment
came his voice in astonished greet
ing.
She wanted Warren to do all the
explaining, but Mr.. Baldwin directed
his anxious, excited questions at them
! both.
ITO think of you going to that mis-
| cradle hotel! Why didn't you come
back and let us make you comfort
able?" he kept insisting.
"Oh we got along all right Helen
is not much good at roughing it, but
we managed"
| Minnie will be distressed beyond
| words when she hears this We were