The Richmond palladium and sun-telegram. [volume] (Richmond, Ind.) 1907-1939, 1914-11-18

woman passing rather near to her re-
marked languidly:
stunning little gown, isn't It? But
that woman is rather too pale for
black and white"
The women were lost in the crowd
and Helen could not see what they
looked like, and a moment later War
rem came back with the tickets and
they were being shown to their seats.
Helen was very quiet during the
time remaining before the curtain
went up. A casual remark about her
looks worried her unreasonably. She
always had been sensitive about her
self, and, although nearly all the
women she knew touched up their
cheeks occasionally when they were
going out. she had steadfastly held out
against it. Somehow or other, the
idea of painting her face was repul-
sive, even though it be just a light
busting with rabbits foot.
pretty good seats, aren't they?" re-
marked Warren, and Helen was just
about to ask him if he thought her too
pale, when a sudden thought checked
her. Perhaps it would be just as we'll
not to tell Warren what she had over
heard; she would keep it to herself
and some time when she could put the
gown on for Louise she would ask her
opinion. Somehow, she did not be-
lieve Louise used anything of the kind.
A moment later the curtain rose,
and for the rest of the evening Helen
was enthralled with the play. The
situation was very strong, with many
tense moments, and Helen hardly
spoke, even between acts.
wasn't it good, dear?" she queried
when it was all over and they rose to
go.
"Oh, l don't know, I'm not so very
strong for a play of this kind. l want
ed you to see something you liked,
you know, and l knew this would be
just about what you wanted | should
think you women could get enou q
sorrow out of real life without com
ing to the theatre for more!'
Helen followed Warren out of the
theatre and together they mingled
with the crowd on Broadway.
Where shall we go for a bite to
eat, might as well do things up
brown"
Anywhere. dear, you know it
doesn't make bit of difference to
me-"
"All right. We'll go right in here
they can fix up lobster in here as
we'll as they can anywhere In New
York. Are you hungry"
1t was quite gay little supper with
Helen looking her best across the ia
BILE; the rose colored shades casting a
faint pink flush over her cheeks, and
Warren was most conSiderate. AS
they stepped into the apartment later
Helen thought that she had had quite
as nice time as she had expected.
They walked into the front, and a
moment later Nora unattached the
kitchen door and came to the door OF
the living room.
Did you get your telephone mes
sage, Mrs. Curtis? l waited up fol
fear you wouldn't find it. There it is
written out over on the table,"
Nora had scrawled across the paper
the words "Mr. Atkinson called up"
Helen read the message with {
queer sinking of the heart, and ther
! she looked across at Warren. Nora
|
that the message was off her mind
and Helen was inwardly glad for fea
Warren should decide to ask her ques
lions. That would be too humiliating
and if the thought should happen t.
strike him Warren would think moth
ing of cross-questioning Nora. Heller
| felt, somehow, as though the time hat
passed when she could spend a pleas
| hiv,
; always happened to spoil it all.
HELEN TRIES TO EXPLAIN
THE CASE TO WARREN.
Warren had been regarding he
steadily for some time. Not angrily
| as she had supposed he would, bu
with a surprised look in his eyes. Be
fore he could speak Helen crossed tn
room to his side, something inwardl
driving her on.
81 know it looks as though | hav
not told you the truth, Warren" sh
said slowly, but | assure you from
the bottom of my heart that | know
no more about this man than you dc
The whole thing sounds like a joke t
me, and if | can look at it that way
surely we can laugh at it together"
Warren said nothing even then, an
Helen, feeling as though it would b
useless to say anything more, wen
on into her own room. She wondere
as she took off her hat and slipped OF
her gloves if this sort of thing woul
be kept up indefinitely. If anythin
more happened she could hardly e.
pect Warren to believe that she knev
nothing about it.
And yet there was nothing she coul
do, absolutely nothing, unless til
thing happened to blow over Will