South Bend news-times. (South Bend, Ind.) 1913-1938, 1915-01-11
THEIR MARRIED LIFE
By MABLE HERBERT URNER
HELEN DANCES WITH \ TRIUMPH
RETURN

: of their job to jolly alo, zoe pas
sengers"
But he said ! danced particularly
WELL" flushing at her conceit in re-
peating such a remark. but determined
TO impress Warren.
Probably says that to every wom-
an he dances with"
And HeIen's innocent pleasure in
what she had thought was something
Of a social triumph. was spoiled by
his depreciative comments.
Wont you dance this with me ?"
She ventured at length.
Suppose I'll have to-" ungracious-
", throwing away his cigaret
No one danced like Warren. thought
Helen, as he guided her skilfully down
the now crowded deck. There was
the same sureness in his touch. the
same even grace in his movements.
that used TO thrill her in those months
before their marriage. Her head
same just below his shoulders and
now for a moment she rested her
cheak on his arm.
Whats the matter? Want to go
TO Sleep" brusquely.
The instant the music stopped War
rem steeTed her over TO the railing
with a relieved. That's enough for
me. Too crowded to dance with any
comfort"
But almost Immediately Mr. Dud-
ley appeared and asked Helen for the
next dance. After that a Mr.. Wilmer
sought her out and then the captain
claimed her again.
EXhilarated by her unexpected sue
cess. Helen danced on untiringly. As
soon as one dance was over. some one
claimed her for the next.
Yes. she does dance we'll Her
husbands that tall, good looking fell
low-Curtis ! thinks the name was
a comment she overheard.
Helens checks glowed. II had been
so long since she had received so
much admiration and attention that
she was intoxicated with it all.
For the final waltz the orchestra
played the Blue Danube. which Helen
danced with Mr.. Dudley. And the
wonderful evening was over. Flushed
and triumphant she sought Warren
who was now loungng in the door
way of the smoking room.
Helen Vexcd.
We'll. you'll be good and stiff to-
morrow" was his greeting.
Helen knew that Mr.. Dudley could
not help but overhear this remark,
and she could have cried with veXa-
ton. 1t seemed that Warren took spe-
cial delight in making just such dis
concerning comments.
Every one went into the smoker
now for sandwiches and something TO
drink. As Helen sat down by War
rem at one of the polished tables she
caught glimpse of herself in the
mirrored wall opposite.
With a little gasp Of dismay she
gazed at her disheVeled reflection. Her
hair. from which the night air had
taken all the curl, hung in straight
struggling locks around her face Her
nose was shiny from warmth and
exertion and her dress was crushed
and limp.
"Oh, Warren. I'm a fright" excited
ly Why didn't you tell me?"
"Oh. what's wrOng?" looking at her
indifferently Hold on there. Here
comes your lemonade. Where're you
going?"
"Oh l don't want anything-Pm go
ing down to the stateroom. Don't
wait for me. I'll not be back" and in
the throes of self-consciousness Helen
rushed out OF the smoking room.
When she turned on the lights in
their stateroom, she stood wretched-
IL before the mirror. Had she looked
like that all evening?
OH why hadn't she thought of her
hair? She might nave known the
dampness would take the curl out.
And her dress-it was almost ruined.
The sea air had taken from il all its
freshness. She could have worn it
all season at home and not hurt ii so
much. Even her white slippers were
marred with black smudges.
What on earth is the matter with
you?" demanded Warren who now
flung open the door. Come on up,
they want you TO play whist"
"Oh. l can't hastily. fiuffing some
powder on her nose. Just look at
my hair, Why did you let me go on
dancing when | looked like this?'
How the devil did l know how yHl
looked? You're so blamed self-cOn-
scious that you always think every
body's looking at you. Hurry up now
slick back your hair and come on.
Nobody's going TO notice YOU anyway.