The Caldwell watchman. (Columbia, La.) 1885-1946, 1915-05-28

,, hair ana c0ld-reu-
dened nose.
"Thought you were so keen about
riding on top
ooh, am, when it ism so cold-Du'
I'm almost frozen
well. we'll get off somewhere for
tea-thatll warm you up. Ought 10
strike a place along here pretty soon
Helen loved these long bus.top rides
that on Sunday afternoons run far out
through the quaint London suburbs,
but today it was chill and raw.
Here we are" Warren nodded to
the familiar red rampant lion on a
sign up the road.
It was one of the thousand RED
Lion Inns" about England. But wher
they left the bus Helen saw that il
was not we'll kept, and that 1t hac
neither age nor quaintness to recon
mend it.
Dear, it doesn't look clean" draw
Ing back as she caught a glimpse o
the dingy, misunderstanding dining room
with red-checked table cloths. Ism
that another place down there? Let
try that"
Farther on, across the road, was al
old gabled house. half hidden by
high box hedge. THE Queens Head,
read the faded swinging sign.
THAT'S more like it," admitted Wal
rem as they went up the gravelet
shrub-lined path.
They entered a long, low room wit
white-clothed tables and a cheerfa
open fire. Highly.colored chromos
fish and game hung about. and 4 th
mantelpiece we're some stuffed Dire
under a glass dome.
The room was empty. AS they wal
; ed for someone to serve them, Hele
struggled with her hair. while Ware
turned through the Guest Book"
:, the table.
: Listen to this" with chuck
i "'Bed and board good, but rest q
turbed by Growing of ancient roost
at 3 and 4 a. M That's rich! "
y, can just see him looking at his wat
and cussing that rooster
Helen glanced over his shoulder
q the closely scrubbed sentiments OF
r various guests.
4 TOO full for words. Everythi
d top hole. God save the king re
- Warren. That's British for you. 4
8 here's a choice bit:
If "The beef is good,
h The tea Is fine,
h This is bully place to dine"
"Oh. look, dear, l love this Oh
N Words fail us-to be taken which Y
Of you like
See here" Warren turned from
ID book, how do you raise these !
>" ple?'' rapping on the floor with
,g cane.
10 A sound Of a closing door, ant
woman hurried in. Helen noticed
C. her eyes were red, and her face wi
le- and drawn.
ey I'm sorry, sir, il I've kept you "
ut ing, but I'm all alone here this at
noon. Will you have tea, sir?'
mp Eyes. two teas, and one brandy
lid soda"
en- Gould l go somewhere to fix
ne hair?" ventured Helen.
"Yes, ma'am, just come right
On. stairs"
She led the way up the steep
for steps to a low dormer-windowed n
Tor BY the high post bed was ches
drawers with an old round mirror
Cd Helen took of her hat and begs
let down her disheveled hair, but
woman still fingered.
ct IF things are d. bit upset, ma
~ l hope you won't mind. IL just !
that my brother died ip French
boy pital My husband" papsing to 81
her her voice. was killed thfee week
lan' at at Amiens:" Then she TIMED al
M Hastily Helen thrust up Der hal
hurried down to Warren.
That's hard lines" he ADJ
" when she told him.
~. va do you suppose she's try pg
M this place alone?"
= THAT'S about the size of
- of these English women are %
a mighty game fight. Now thu
kind of a person you'd like to b
A chug.chug Of a motor outsil
A. a party of three entered-two
wv and a man in long motoring |
y ~ They settled themselves noisily |
Three meat teas right away|
hans man ordered peremptorily, whl
woman came In to serve WI
-. brandy and soda.
~ "Yes, SIR" as she hurried oul
The man threw OF his coat, n
cigar and leaned back with conf