Harrisburg telegraph. [volume] (Harrisburg, Pa.) 1879-1948, 1914-03-11


The wall paper was cheerful f1ow-
cred red and white. the floor was
covered with linoleum and a dingy
red carpet. Over the mantel hung
some colored coaching and hunting
scenes.
Haven't any too much time-that
shows supposed to begin at S:15.
Hope they'll hurry along that steak"
as Warren drained his cocktail.
Helen had been making futile ef-
forts to fix ner hair, which was al
most down from the constant jog
Cling of Warren's umbrella against
her hat. AS they were alone in the
dining room, she now went over to
the mantel mirror, but found that her
pocket comb was not in her handbag.
oh, I've lost my comb-what shall
do? I can't go to that place with
my hair like this!"
Now never mind the primping-
here comes the steak!"
Helen went back to the table with
the uncomfortable feeling a woman
always has when her hair is loose
and no re-thrusting of hairpins will
help.
"How's that?" demanded Warren.
who had carved into the steak and
now held up a piece with critical ap-
proVal. Pretty good sirloin, eh? Done
enough for you?"
"Oh, yes: plenty"
Potatoes Good
The potatoes were not the ordinary
soggy French fried" but were
Drowned to a golden turn. smoking
hot and delciously mealy inside.
Knew we'd get good plain food
here declared Warren with satisfac-
tion. Never order any fancy stuff at
a place like this
Their table was by a window, and
now through the rain-blurred glass
ellen saw the colored lights of a drug
store across the street.
Dear, 1 know they have combs
over there. When we're through
can you run over and get me sone?"
lpleadingly. 1T won't take minute" :"
Now we've got no time to fool
Shove your hair up under your hat.
Who's going to notice you anyway?"
But III have to take my hat off
won't II"
How do I know" with a shrue
'I've never been to one of these
church shows. But I'd go anywhere
to see Max try to act. They've been
rehearsing this dope for about six
! months. He's been shouting about it
ever since-the to be or not to was
style"
ITO be or not to was!" laughed
Helen. Il never heard that before
But 1 didn't know it was a Shake
spearian play"
IT'S not. But he't got an idea he
can act, and he's studying on the
side. That's the joke-he really
THINKS he can act. Ha! Hal" War
rem threw back his head with his
deep laugh. "Maxwell's a mighty fine
fellow-but ACT! Oh, say, it's going
The waitress came up now with
solicitous inquiry.
mo, l guess that's about all we'll
have time for. You can bring tbe
check. How about tipping her?" as
she disappeared. Shall / risk II? She
looks to me like the proprietor's
wife,"
But Helen was much too worried
, about her hair to be concerned about
the status of the waitress.
Helen Seeks Relief
Dear, I'm going to run over to
that drug store for a comb. I'I he
back before you get the change"
Onheeding the protest Warren
roared after me. Helen darted out
! through the office and across the
street. she had not waited to take
the umbrella, but the rain had slack
ened some.
The drug clerk. who was weiehine
out cough drops, looked up in mild
surprise as she entered with a breath
less:
comb" pAe'
The next moment she had the comb.
cheap ten-cent one In a leatherette
case. and was darting back.
Have you dressing room here ?"
she asked OF the waitress who was
now making change from the cash
drawer in the office.
Yes. ma'am, right up the stairs to
your left"
The first door was ajar and HELEN
pushed 1t open. But 1t was a he'd
room. a country hotel bedroom with
the musty odor that comes from such
room, shut us on a rainy night.
Across the hall was a sort of parlor
with cheap upholstered furniture and
further an was the dressing room
Before the small cracked mirror
which hung over an unvarnished ta-
Bile, she quickly took down her hair
braided and coiled 1t securely. Then
with feeling of immense relief that
she could now enjoy the evening. she
hurried down.
| Warren. already In his overcoat.
was waiting with savage scowl
Know what time 1t is? Ten after
eight! You never go anywhere that
you're not everlasting powdering
and fixing up! It's your blamed con-
ceit. Think everybody'll be looking
at you instead of the stage, do you ?''
! why, dear" ventured Helen un-
! happily, my hair was almost down."
" The proprietor, who had directed
/ Warren how to reach the church
where the play was being eiven now,