Cheyenne record., 1915-04-08

ous fingers she was tearing at the
margin of the Final Extra" with It's
Haring war headlines.
There's no risk, ! tell you," persist
ed Warren .London's all right, and
I'll be back in less than month. Now.
for heavens sake, cut the hysteria.
Business here is dead! I'm not max
ing enough to pay the Office rent. II
I've got a chance like this-fd be
chump not to take it."
Helen swallowed hard at the lump
in her throat.
"Jove, I'll have to hustle to meet
Griffin at $780," glancing at his watch.
you'd better be getting my things
together. That small steamer trunk
in the storeroom?"
She nodded
.Well, give me the storeroom key
and I'll have the elevator boy bring
1t up. Get me an umbrella, Will you!
Drizzling when came in"
Helen got the key and the umbrella,
and followed him to the door. AS he
took his hat from the hall rack he
stopped to kiss her with brisk:
Now, don't be silly. You ought to
be deuced glad this offer came my
way. Don't sit up for me. Grifhns
going over the whole case tonight
only chance we'll have" And with
cheerful so long" Warren stepped
into the elevator.
From the front room window Helen
gazed down at the umbrella that came
out and bobbed up the street. She
was still dazed from the announce
ment he had made at dinner with such
brutal abruptness.
Mr.. Griffin had today offered hin
| $4,000 II he would make rush trip to
London to look after some interest In
stock company that had become-tn-
volved since the war.
Helen had heard the details only
vaguely. Sailing on the st. Paul to-
morrow noon." was the part that had
scared into her mind. Warren had ta-
booed her fears. London was safe,
perfectly safe, and he would be home
in less than a month. Three thousand
and all expenses paid-it was an offer
to jump at.
"A deafening thunder crash, a zig
Jagged streak Of lightning-and the
rain came down in sheets.
Then, with her nerves still a-quiver,
she hurried to answer startling ring.
What could it be? No one would call
so late!
1t was the bellboy with the trunk.
,"Mr. Curtis said you wanted this up
tonight"
"Oh, yes. just-just take 1t in there
in the bedroom"
Now he was going alone-with all
Europe at war! What might not hap
pen? Her mind was filled with lurid
pictures Of possible dangers.
Mechanically Helen unlocked the
trunk The tray was empty. Under
meath were two steamer rugs, a shawl
strap, heavy trunk strap, Warren's
travelling cap and an air pillow.
Slowly she took out the things and
scooped up the scattered mothballs
Her breath came fast. Her hand
clenched tight over the crunching
balls. Then she started up, threw the
things on the bed, rushed out to the
hall and rang peremptorily for the ele
vator. Not until the car shot up did
she take her tense finger from the but
ton.
"There-there's another steamer
trunk in the basement" breathlessly,
"'that Mr.. Curtis forgot. We're sail
ing tomorrow, so l must pack tonight.
Will you bring it up at once?"
In a few moments the trunk was in
her room. With desperate, feverish
haste she began to pack-Warrens
trunk first and then her own.
There was no hesitancy or uncer-
tainty in her movements.
1t was after twelve and she was
crowding In her tray the last few
things when she heard his key in the
door.
Hello. you up yet? Take this. will
you?" thrusting at her the dripping
umbrella. Then as he entered his
room: Got the trunk packed? That's
fine. Put in plenty of underwear?
Don't know when I'll get any washing
DONE"
81 put in five SUITS" her voice mis-
leadingly quiet; that's all you have
clean"
"Ought to be enough Phew, I'm
tired" peeling off his coat and vest.
As he threw them on chair his
glance fell on Helen's packed trunk,
which stood conspicuously by the open