Harrisburg telegraph. [volume] (Harrisburg, Pa.) 1879-1948, 1914-05-09
Their Married Life
By MABEL HERBERT URNER


The long white and gilt ballroom
was ablaze with lights. An orchestra
in an overhanging balcony twanged a
syncopated one-step, while the dancers
swayed and gyrated over the shining
wax floor.
Skirting the outer edges of the
f2Cm. Warren steered Helen to line
~eilt chairs against the wall
A final crashing chord. and the
music ceased. Clamorously the dane
ers applauded for more, and with
scarcely a moments interval the or
chestra again struck UP.
Think they'd take time to get their
breath. Strenuous word that" War
rem nodded to man with wilted col
lar and fiorid face streaked with
perspiration. Must be pretty hard on
a girls makeup"
But considering the vigorous meas
ures of the dance. Helen thought the
women seemed less flushed and dis
heveled than the men.
Dear. there're some really good
gowns here" scrutinizing each couple
as they whirled by.
pretty good-looking crowd-for a
public dance"
why, it isn't a public dance"
"Oh, these club dances aren't so
mighty exclusive. Get into any of 'em
by planking down a five-spot. Here
comes the Daltons now"
We've been looking everywhere for
you" Mrs. Dalton dropped breath
lessly into a chair beside Helen, fiut-
tering a gold-spangled fan.
Thought we saw you come in"
(Mr. Dalton was dabbing his handker-
chief over his flushed face), but lost
you in the shuttle. Big crowd here
tonight"
I'VE were just saying that" agreed
Warren. "Good,looking crowd. too"
"Yes, the Adelphian Society usually
turns out a pretty fair crowd. We
thought you'd enjoy it.
"Oh, there's the hesitation" Mrs.
Dalton's white satin slipper tapped
eagerly as the orchestra swung into
another tune.
"You two go on urged Warren.
You don't have to entertain u.s.
Don't mean you're not going to
dancer" exclaimed Mr.. Dalton.
mo. Helen and aren't UP on these
new dances"
Nonsense! Of course you'll Dance
We'll. we'll see a little later. You
go on, we'll sit here and give 'em the
once over Want to get few points
first"
why, Warren, we're not going to
dance at ALL" protested Helen, as the
Daltons swirled off. you know we
can't do any of these new steps,
"Why can't We? It's all tommy-rot
about having to take a lot of lessons.
Watch this-its only an exaggerated
waltz. Anybody who can dance at all
can catch on to that"
Fearing that Warren might under
take to prove his assertion. Helen did
not dispute it. She had not expected
to dance. and had worn long gown
in which she now felt most conspicu-
Gus, for all of the others wore short
dancing length.
She realized, too, that although this
was her Paris gown, as it was neither
f1ounced nor draped around the hips,
1t looked decidedly out of date.
For the love of Mike, what's the
matter with that woman's hair?"
Helen leaned forward. "Oh, that's
one of those colored wigs. Pale blue,
isn't it, to match her dress? How
sallow 1t makes her!'
AShes sight!" grfmly.
IRE were no other colored wigs
ont Enumber of white ones. and all
the headdresses were elaborate with
agirettes and jeweled bandeaux.
What's that girl got on-a night
'They wear those lace caps for
dancing. Oh. do look. that's an ex-
quisite gown!" as girl swept by in
q pearl embroidered cream chiffon.
ITS dirty" criticised Warren. It'd
have a cheaper frock and have IL
fresh looking. Jove, most of these
gowns look worse for the wear"
The dancing's so hard on them, "
explained Helen. And / suppose this
crowd goes to a dance almost every
night"
pretty soiled lot of slippers, too
Say, look at that heavyweight, will
your Well, I'd can those red splotches
Looks as IL she'd been committing
murder in the first degree"
Helen smiled as very stout woman
pranced by with a ~uffed overskirt OF
white taffeta. splashed with red. A
huge bow of red tulle was fastened
butterfly fashion to her back. the ends
trailing over her broad hips. With
this fetching" costume she wore red
slippers, and her skirt was slashed to