The Richmond palladium and sun-telegram., 1914-08-24
Married Life
Fourth Year
Nv MABEL HERBERT uRNER.

BY MABEL HERBERT URNER.
Warren had decided to come home
BY train, and the day had turned out
70 be uncomfortably warm. At New
Bedford. where they changed from the
boat to the train, the heat seemed a.
most fntolerable and the stuffy little
train without chair car, which ran
% far as Providence, was little bet
ter.
I'VE have nearly an hour to wait in
Providence" he remarked finally, so
We migst as well have lunch there"
All right, DEAR" said Helen, trying
70 force a little enthusiasm into her
voice. Il think it will be nicer to do
that than to eat on the train. / won
der II the brakeman could open this
window for US. 1t would be so much
.ooler."
"Fn see II can open it. What they
rent the windows closed for Is more
han can understand" And Warren
.ugged at the window, which remained
5bs.inately shut.
Can we have this window open,
CONDUCTOR" as the conductor came
through and stopped to watch his ef-
forts.
II don't believe I can manage it for
you," he said. obiligingly coming into
the seat and trying to force II open.
Hardly any Of the windows in this
train are ever opened, and they get
stuck"
Looks as if we'd have to give it up
as bad job" remarked Warren final.
ly, and Helen smiled family at the hu-
NOR of the situation, in spite Of the
fact that she had never been 80 un-
comfortable in her life.
Warren had bought some magazines
on the boat and Helen took one up
and began to look through it listlessly.
One Of the stories attracted her in
spite Of herself, and she began to read
ut first mechanically, then with real
interest forgetting the heat Of the day
% she became engrossed in the plot 1t
Was about girl on train, a girl who
vas or course unusually attractive,
md whom circumstances had forced
b travel alone. She fas having a
eourse Of thrilling adventures, one of
which concerned a good-looking young
man and . lost dress suit case.
THEY HAVE TO HUNT FOR
A LUNCH COUNTED.
The story ended in the conventional
manner, and she had not enough am
bition to begin another, SO she rested
her head against the hot red plush and
closed her eyes. She had not slept
very well last night and the motion Of
the train gradually soothed her nerves.
She had really been sound asleep when
they reached Providence, and as she
followed Warren into the station she
felt better.
Feel hungry" he said. turning as
they waited to check their bags.
Y0<
cold to drink"
worst thing in the world for you;
you'll feel better when we've had some
lunch. don't think there's a restau-
rant connected with the station, but
I'll find out"
In t, station they found nothing but
lunch counter.
There surely must be place near
the station where we could have ta-
ble," suggested Helen, who hated tho
idea of sitting up at the counter for
anything to eat
We'll see what we can do. I'll ask
this boy selling papers. He ought to
know Of some place"
Hey, sonny, do you know Of place
near the station where we could get
something to eat?''
Well" he said, finally, there's a
fine place around the corner where
they have tables, name is Holman.
You'll see it up over the door,
Warren handed the boy a dime and
he and Helen departed. It wasn't
very hard to find, for as soon as they
reached the end Of the block the name
Holman stared at them from a large
awning.
Might as we'll try it, suppose; the