Harrisburg telegraph. [volume] (Harrisburg, Pa.) 1879-1948, 1915-02-19
). Their Married Life
Copyright by International News Service.

| gown, but II always made her too pale
| locking, and her hair never showed
/ to good advantage with it.
A few days before she had bought
a narrow band of rhinestones to put
| in her hair. The rose frock had a
band of them near the neck, so this
would follow out the idea. She still
/ had plenty OF time to dress. and have
| dinner. There was time for short
| letter to her mother, and then to get
| ready.
At 7.30 Helen was dressed and wait
+ ing. The rcse gown was particularly
! becoming. A flesh colored tulle scarf
| floated gracefully about her shoul-
! ders. Her dark, wavy hair was softly
and simply arranged. The last time
she had worn the gown Warren. in
an unusual burst of affection, mad
( told her that she looked quite ador-
able. She smiled happily, thinking
of it.
The ting-a-ling of the doorbell an
nounced the Stevens arrival. Helen
| slipped into her fur coat and went
downstairs. Mr.. Stevens greeted her
| and led her to the waiting taxi The
two women chattered all the way
down. Mr.. Stevens occasionally got
a word in. Reaching Fortieth street.
they Joined the slowly knowing trail
| of motors and at last reached the
entrance. They were just in time.
I Helen's eyes roved over the crowd. No
! sign of Warren. Well she was glad
I they were there first. Warren always
detested waiting. She watched the
men and women with interest. Time
passed and vet Warren didn't come.
| The music was starting. Helen hated
| to miss il. She went to the opera so
! seldom that she wanted to hear every
! bar. Mr.. Stevens suggested that he
! Il 60 ut n ~
| entrances.
Warren Gets No Studs or Gun Links
You both wait here he said. I'll
only be a few minutes"
He had sacrcely left when Warren
came in breathlessly.
How dye do. Mrs. Stevens, glad to
see you. Hello. Helen" turning to
his wife. Where's Stevens? Gone TO
/ look for me? That's too bad. Good
heavens, 1 thought I'd never get
/ here!'
why, what happened, dear?''
/ Helen asked.
What happened?" he growled.
You're a fine packer. Never sent my
studs or cuff links. I couldn't wear
! the ones l use in the daytime for this
getup. Had to go all the way up
/ town. Didn't start to dress until after
/ you left Even if you had brought
| them here, l don't know how I'd get
/ them in He smiled unpleasantly.
I'm very sorry. Warren. 1t was
stupid" Helen murmured. Something
always seemed to mar a pleasant
/ time. she thought. However, Mrs.
stevens presence would save further
discussion. Poor Nora, Helen didn't
dare say that she had packed the oaE,
{ Nor did she dare say that she had
/ been out until too late to pack it her
self. Warren would only be more an
/ noyed than ever. Mr.. stevens pushed
his way through the crowd.
Hello, Curtis. Here YOU are. AL
/ ready? Got the tickets?"
The women went ahead. When
4 they were inside. Helen managed to
/ get next to Warren.
/ please don't be angry, dear" she
whispered. We're not so very late
| But I'm sorry you had to go home
! She squeezed his fingers.
oh, that's all right" he mumbled
magnanimously. Come on
Helen smiled. Peace was restored
/ They walked quickly to their seats.
(Another instalment of this inter-
| esting serial will appear here soon.)