The Washington herald. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1906-1939, 1915-06-07

! ed Helen, as he opened the bottle
and let the tin cap fall by his plate.
"N ont that soil the cloth?'
Great Scott, cut these company
/ frills, Give 'em what we have. What's
good enough for us is good enough
, for anybody"
| When Anna brought in the large.
extra fine roast OF beef. for which
Helen had paid SI.5o, with anxious
concern she watched Warren carve
it.
Dear, I wouldn't cut into it too
, much. There ought to be enough in
| that to warm over tomorrow.
Call that rare:o" he grumbled
Cant she ever cook meat right"
"This wasn't her fault It's stood
so long-she had to keep it hot Give
me that first piece. The next slice is
rarer."
"Hcrc' get down from there" War
rem waved a beligerent carving fork
at Pussy rr-Mew, who had leaped
up in the empty guest chair. and was
/ shifting at the caviar toast still at
his place.
Anna. save that extra artichoke
for Mr., Curtis tomorrow; he
Helen stopped. petrihed at the shrill
alarm OF the bell.
"Oh-oh. There he is now! Quick
Anna. that beer bottle! Take the glass
too! Oh. these old napkins! Wait! No
no. don't open the door yet. Turn
on the front room lights! THERE
breathlessly, sinking back into her
chair. Now you can let him in"
Warren strobe out to the hall to
greet his guest-the old napkin in
his hand. He had not taken the good
one she had thrown back by his plate.
How're you, Jordan. old man:
| afraid you'd been tied up. You won't
mind our having begun"
Not at all-not at all! Afraid I
am little late. Been playing golf all
day. Id like to wash up bit"
"Sure, right this way"
anna. bring back the wine glasses
quick" whispered Helen And
warm up his soup! Get down" brush
ing Pussy Purr-Mew from his chair.
Then as they came in, she tried to
look at ease and unconcerncd.
Mr.. Jordan was short, thin and
slightly bald.
Sorry to be late. Mrs. Curtis"
when he was introduced.
"Oh. not at all" murmured Helen
vaguely.
Apparently golf had given him an
appetite. for he quickly dispatched his
soup.
NO, thank you. none for me-" as
Anna started to fill his wine glass.
WHAT" asked Warren with con-
Germ. mo claret? Rather have
Scotch? Anna. bring that bottle Of
Scotch-and the vichy."
Mono, nothing at all. I've been
cutting it out lately. Doctors put me
on diet. No alcohol and only two
cigars a day."
"How's that? YOU look pretty fit"
well. I've had indigestion and a
touch of rheumatism. Oh, by the way,
seen Gilmore lately? Met him on the
links this afternoon. You wouldn't
know him-he's lost twenty pounds.
YES, heard he'd been sick. I'm
afraid his affairs are in bad shape,
too. He imports most of his goods
the wars hit him hard"
Through the rest of the dinner they
talked shop" and Helen was COM
pletely ignored. Mr.. Jordan did not
even glance toward her. That he was
bachelor, she knew. Perhaps that
accounted for his scant courtesy.
Hello. it's a cati" as he raised the
cloth and glanced under the table.
Thought / felt something"
That's Pussy Purr-Mew," Helen
informed him proudly.
well, l can't say that I'm very
keen on cats. Like dogs better" Then,
turning to Warren, Remember that
collie used to haver
Helen looked at him resentfully.
Every one paid homage to Pussy
Purr-Mew-he had barely glanced at
her. She almost disliked this man. He