South Bend news-times. (South Bend, Ind.) 1913-1938, 1915-01-07
THEIR MARRIED LIFE
By MABLE HERBERT URNER
NhHN THEY REACH LONDON WARREN PREsCRIBEs
HELEN \ GOOD SQUARE MEAL
By MABLE HERBERT URINE

II was after seven when the train
. drew in under the great arched dome
OF Victoria station. Helen stepped out
on the platform bewildered by the
hurrying crowd. the noise the smoke
and the confusion.
Still sick and dizzy from the rough
channel trip her one desire was TO
get TO a hotel and lie down. AS they
were % be in London only over night.
Warren had decided that they might
!. as well 20 10 the GrOsVenOr. which
4 was opposite the station. and would
: mean less dragging around of them
selves and luggage.
'No. ] want hotel porter" and
Warren waved aside several railroad
porters who rushed up for their lug
gage.
Here YOU are. sir man with
rHotel Grosvenor" on his cap picked
up their suit cases and led the way
through the great crowded station.
As they entered the vaulted lobby.
of the GrOsvenOr. Helen was instant
~ impressed with the dignity and
{ spaciousness OF tke place. and the air
or rather gloomy grandeur, typical OF
the older London hotel.
This is one OF the Gordon houses"
commented Warren with a critical
glance around. ought 10 be pretty
good"
ANY trunks. sir" asked the porter.
IF you1l give me your checks I'll get
them passed by the customs and
brought right up to your room"
Wait till / see about "A ROOM" and
Warren strobe over to the desk, while
Helen. feeling that she could not keep
UP much longer. sank into one Of the
massive leather chairs.
It's all right" as he came toward
her followed by a boy with a jangling
% hot f.rrf no. a
got a good sized room. Jove, 1t seems
good to be in a country where you
can speak the language"
\ Typical Room.
I'D the lift, down through the long.
wide hall with its heavy red carpet,
and the boy unlocked the door Of
ALA.
1t was a typical London hotel room,
very big. high ceilinged and gloomy.
There was the inevitable two marble
topped washstands, side by side the
furniture was of the heavy black wal
nut and the red plush period.
"Tll have your trunks right up, sir
the porter put down their hand bag
gage and hurried out.
As the door closed after him Helen
threw herself across the foot of the
bed. She had taken off her hat but
not her coat or gloves Her pallor
and limp relaxness showed her COM
plete eXhaustian.
Got no time to lie there" frowned
Warren, as ne opened up his suit case,
took out his brushes and a fresh col
lar. Wee got TO wash up, and get
some dinner. It's almost eight now"
"Oh. / don't want any dinner
couldn't eat a thing" moaned Helen.
Il just want to go TO bed"
Nonsense, you haven't had any
thing 10 cat Stree breakfast What
1e
down 10 Simpsons and get some good
plain English fOod-nOne of your
French "A la but a good thick grilied
chop and bottle of stout. Thatll set
YOU up all right"
"Oh dear. 1 Couldn't" weakly pull
ing off her gloves. Il couldn't go out
of here again tonight! You can GO
and I'll have them bring me little
more broth and go 10 bed"
She had gotten out Of her coat now
and drawn pillow under her head.
Now see here. there's no sense in
giving way like that. OF course YOU
feel bad Feel rotten myself but 1
tell YOU what YOU want is food! We
could get dinner here, but hotel
restaurant can't touch Simpsons for
plain. nourishing food. Come on, now
-freshen up. I'll get "a taxi and Well
be there I'm five minutes"
Helen rose diZzily from her bed.
How could she go? IL was cruel Of
Warren To drag her out again.
y tap At the door and maid came
i'm with tin of not water and towels.
other Orders.
Anything else. sir2'
Yes. we'll both want a bath to-
night How about your bathrooms
here" asked Warren.
There's only one on this floor. sir.
II you'H just ring when YOU want it,
sir"
"Only one on floor" muttered
Warren. as the girl went out. That's
English for you Wait. TN open that"
for Helen was trying weakly to open
the dress suit case
Half an hour later washed and
freshened up, they started for Simp-
sons
by Jove. it's good to he in London
again, Wish we could stay here
week." exclaimed Warren. as he
gazed out the taXicab window.
Helen loved street scenes and would
have reveled i'm this night ride
through London had she been well.
But now she leaned back with half
closed eyes. Why had she let Warren
force her 10 come out again? What
If she should be in tomorrow-so i'll
that they could not sail? She felt as
though she was on the verge of "a seri
GUS sickness.
Dear. feel my head-don't YOU
think I'm feverish ." lifting Warrens
hand 20 her forehead.
No cool as q cucumber. I tell
YOU nothing's the matter with YOU eN-
cept you're hungry. Just wait till YOU