The Fayette falcon. (Somerville, Tenn.) 190?-current, 1915-07-02

I*. ! w II y went
back to the
phone, and Helen, leaving her des-
sert, few into her dressing room and
dragged from the wardrobe her two
best gowns.
Come back here and finish your
dinner" called Warren a moment
later.
"Will my blue taffeta look too
light?" unheedingly. IF they're din
ing at the Biltmore, Carriell be
dressed, won't she?"
Now don't rig up for them! Wear
what you've got on, and come finish
your dinner"
But Helen, having decided on the
blue taffeta, was already half I'M
dressed.
Dear" calling to Warren, who was
still in the dining room, ring for
Emma--I want her to hook me up"
She had slipped on the blue gown,
but somehow 1t did not look as well as
usual. Perhaps 1t was her hair or be-
cause she was flushed and hurried.
Emma, want you to clear the
table and straighten the dining room
as quickly as you can" as the girl
fastened her dress. "Mr. Curtis sis
ter is coming, and she's wonderful
housekeeper. Put on your best white
apron and keep 1t on-we may want
something during the evening. oh, is
that hook of? Yes, you'll have to pin
It. Wait, here's white one"
With a last adjusting touch to her
hair. Helen ran in to straighten the
front room and the library.
Hold on, there; l want those"
growled Warren as she folded up the
scattered evening papers.
They're right here" laying them on
the table beside him. They look so
untidy strewn about. Dear, move
your chair a little-you've caught up
the rug. oh, don't put your ashes
there-here's your ash tray"
Helen brushed the ashes from the
lamp base, hastily arranged the maya
zines, and evened the window shades.
What in the Sam Hill are you fuss
ing around fort Nobody's coming but
Carrie and Ed"
"You know Carrie sees everything.
oh, you're not going to wear that old
house coat?"
why mott" belligerently.
ED never wears one when we 90
there. And that's so shabby-look at
that spot on the sleeve. Dear, please
change It"
With a muttered expletive Warren
flung down his paper and strobe into
the bedroom, peeling of the house
coat as he went
Dear" following him anxiously,
shat collars frayed. Won't you"
mo. I WON'T" jerking on his other
coat. Il put that on clean for dinner,
and I'll not change again. See here,
shut those windowsl"
"Just a minute until 1t airs outl"
sniffingiy. Il can smell that caulifiow-
er yet. Wait, dear. help me put on
this good bedspread! No, draw It over
to your side more. Oh, there they are
nowl" as the door bell rang. Quick
this sides still too long!"
Helen had just time to straighten
the counterpart and smooth over the
pillows before she hurried out to
greet them.
why, you've got all the windows
up" was Carries first critical COM
ment when she came into the bedroom
to lay of her wraps.
1T was so warm In here" Helen
hastily put them down.
We'll, it's cold enough out" taking
OF her coat and displaying gray
crepe evening gown that fitted severe
ly her tall, stiff figure.
You sit here, Carrie" Helen
pushed forward an easy chair as they
Joined Warren and Ed in the library.
NO. I'll sit over by the radiator;
I'm chilly. Do you people always keep
your apartment this cold?"
Helen said the place smelled Of
cooking blundered Warren.
I'VE had eaulifower for dinner"
flushed Helen, and think the odor
OF that's always strong. don't gous"
Yes, II you let II get through your
house.
well, how did New York look when
you got back" asked Ed.
Mighty good agreed Warren. and
for some time the conversation was
on their trip and the war conditions
they had found In London.
Helen was glad to let Warren do
most of the talking. but she was con-
scious that Carries critical glance
kept wandering about the apartment.
ugh. how she frightened met" as
Pussy Purr-Mew made a sudden leap
for the fringe on Carries wristbag