The Elbert County tribune., 1915-04-30

Copyright is5 by Mcclure Newspaper Syndicate,

joNe, tnat queer, troWneu war
rem. I'D have sworn it was on this
street"
Gould that be it-down there
where those lights are?"
mo, it was dingy little place.
Come on. let's try the next block
They turned into another narrow
dimly-lit street which ended abruptly
expected turnings and blind passages
that, Tor Helen. made the London
streets so full of charm
Warren paused before low door
way, over which hung a quaint
wrought-iron lantern and swinging
sign Higgins Wine Room. Est. 174e."
Here we are; here's the place" as
he pushed open the door.
Inside the walls were lined with
huge wine casks, and the air was pun
gent with the odor OF wine-soaked
wood. There we're few bare tables.
a sawdusted floor. long bar and
some sporting prints. yellowed with
age.
How about this? Real thing. eh?
Now what do you want-port?"
Ports too sweet" objected Helen.
mot the kind you get here. oporto
Port, 1878" reading the label on one
OF the casks. "That'll about do for
u.s."
The barmaid drew the port, and
gave them a couple of watercress sand
wiches from under glass dome.
How about that for color?" War
reh held up his glass. THAT dry
enough" slipping it. Couldn't get
that port at home at any price"
Helen was taking in every detail of
the bar. with its shining glasses and
polished brass 1t was the first time
she had ever been in a barroom, al
though in London they are frequented
by women of all classes.
On the end of the one of the casks
was tackled conspicuous war poster:
YOUR KING AND COUNTRY NEED
YOU-A CALL TO ARMS.
An addition OF 100000 men to his
majestys regular army is immediate
ly necessary In the present grave ma
tional emergency.
Lord Kitchener is confident that this
appeal will be at once responded to
by all those who have the safety OF
oui empire at heart.
Full Information can be obtained at
any post office in the kingdom.
GOD SAVE THE KING.
Although Helen had seen this
same bulletin posted everywhere, it
seemed curiously out of place in the
quiet, peaceful seclusion of this quaint
old tavern, with its atmosphere of
Dickens London.
many bracelets" whispered Helen,
watching the barmaid draw a mug of
foaming ale.
oh, they all wear string of brace
let's, and they're strong on hair puffs.
But they're all right-a barmaid over
here is just as much respected as a
stenographer or q clerk"
Yet the men all talk to her." for
two men were lounging over the bar
in leisurely conversation.
Sure, she talks to the customers
that's part of her job. But no
Englishman ever gets fresh with a
barmaid. She wouldn't stand for it,"
"Oh, Warren, look! What a
beautyH as huge maltese jumped
down from the bar and stalked ma
jestically across the sawdusted floor.
With coaxing. Kitty. kitty.
kitty Helen held out bit of sand
wich. The cat shifted at it. then
leaped suddenly into her lap.
"Oh. you dear. you dear." strok-
ing the sleek fur. i've got a Pussy
Purr-Mew at home-but she's not so
heavy as you"
Put 1t down, You don't want that
dirty cat in your lap
She's not dirty! You're a beauti-
full clean pussy cat. aren't your"
The cat purred loudly and dug her
claws through Helen's skirt as a
further expression of content.
Pardon me. sir. may | see this?"
The man at the next table reached
for the paper Warren had laid aside.
There was an unmistakable Ameri-
can twang to his accent when a lit.
tie later he returned the paper with
sociable, "Well, you can't get much
news out of these English papers.
They've got the press pretty well bot
tied up
Yes. they're not giving out any
more than they can help"
Been on the continent"
NO" Warren reached for a match
lust here in London"
You're fortunate. A month ago
was in Berlin-took me five days to
get here. Wouldn't go through those
five days again for good deal"
Must have been pretty strenuous
trip"