The Washington herald. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1906-1939, 1915-07-19

won't you step in, sir? Glad to
put up anything! Rugs? Ivories?"
Took US for suckers, CHI" grinned
Warren, as they passed on. "Ah, here
you are! You didn't eat much for
lunch, here's where you can stoke
up" nodding at sign, Largest dog
on the Boardwalk, Sc"
Ugh shivered Helen, who loath-
ed the sight OF a frankfurter.
All the soda water you can drink
for FIVE cents" from another sign.
Strong on quantity around here"
I'll have to take Anna something"
Helen turned back to look at some
white crochet wrist bags marked
VERY special, soc"
Come on, you can do all that to-
morrow"
Sunday? Why, everything'll be
closed"
Not here-same as any other day.
Jove, 'nough OF those things to go
on with" he paused before one of
the many windows Of Japanese XII
monos.
They're not cheap either-get
them anywhere for that" Helen was
looking at a smiling wax lady in a
slimsy silk kimono marked $6.o8
None of this junk's cheap. It's all
for the sucker trade. Hello. what's
this:" Warren almost stumbled over
a mechanical toy baby. crawling on
its hands and knees. "Ha-ha, that S
great Let's get one for Bob"
1t was pink, chubby infant, drolly
- Zee ,Ih-a,-,,taI s6,,t
"Oh, dear. l wouldn't! Louise won't
like it."
But Warren asked how it was
wound, and pocketed it with a
chuckle
AS they strollcd on, the boards
grew hotter and Helen's feet more
painful She looked longingly at the
easy-rolling wicker chairs, which
from the many signs she knew were
fifty cents an hour.
Dear" finally conquering her econ
omy, couldn't we take a chair"
"Trundled around by a perspiring
darby? Huh, Id rather walk"
"But. dear, I CAN'T walk any far
therl I'm so tired-my feet hurt"
why didn't you say 500" He
Helen dropped into it. and prompt
ly slipped her heels from out the
torturing pumps. She could have cried
with relief.
"Why the Sam Hill don't you wear
shoes you can walk in?" snapped
Warren. Never 60 anywhere you're
not fussing about something Look
at that girl! She's the kind fellow'd
take out with some comfort"
An athletic girl, in a cerise sweater
and white duck skirt. was striding
along by their chair She was a type
that Helen had always envied, one
who never seemed warm or rumpled,
and did not easily get out "of fix"
Beside this girl, Helen knew that
she looked disheveled and wilted. She
could see the shine on her nose, and
feel her moist Strengthened hair.
Their hour up. the darby drew their
chair to the railing.
While Warren paid him. Helen
forced hef now swollen feet into the
stiff. hot pumps and hobbled out. :.
Dear, you needn't come yet, but
I'd better go back and dress for din
ner."
cts not FIVE" glancing at clock
over whirling carousal. you don't
want two hours to dress?. Let's go
in here and have drink"
From the glazing Boardwalk. the
small cafe they entered seemed cool
and dark. Under the shelter of the
table, Helen again kicked off her slip
pers, resting her silk-stoekinged toes
on the chair rung.
Slowly she slipped her elaret- lemon
ade, hoping to linger. bat Warren
drained his glass and impatiently
strummed on the table.
And this was the trip she had been
looking forward to for weeks, she
thought rebelliously. - iimpingly she
followed him ont.
Aacthe< hour of tosturous discom-