The Fayette falcon. (Somerville, Tenn.) 190?-current, 1915-05-28

Il-..r hair and cold-red-
dened nose.
Thought you were so keen about
riding on top"
ooh, am, when 1t isn't SO cold-but
I'm almost frozen"
well, wen get of somewhere for
tea-thatll warm you up. Ought to
strike 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 1t was chill and raw.
Here we are" Warren nodded to
the familiar red rampant lion on a
sign up the road.
1t was one of the thousand RED
Lion Inns" about England. But when
they left the bus Helen saw that 1t
was not well kept, and that 1t had
neither age nor quaintness to recon-
mend 1t.
Dear, 1t doesn't look Clean" draw
ing back as she caught glimpse Of
the dingy, dubious-looking dining room
with red-checked table cloths. "Isnt
that another place down there? Let's
try that"
Farther on, across the road. was an
old gabled house, half hidden by a
high box hedge. THE Queens Head"
read the faded swinging sign.
"That's more like 1t, admitted War
rem as they went up the graveled.
shrublined path.
They entered long, low room with
white-clothed tables and cheerful
open fire. Highly-colored chromos Of
fish and game hung about, and on the
mantelpiece were some stuffed birds
under glass dome.
The room was empty. AS they wait
ed for someone to serve them, Helen
struggled with her hair, while Warren
turned through the Guest Book" on
the table.
Listen to this" with a chuckle.
"'Bed and board good, but rest dis
turbed by Growing of ancient rooster
at 8 and 4 q. m That's richl You
can just see him looking at his watch
and cussing that rooster"
Helen glanced over his shoulder at
the closely scrubbed sentiments Of the
various guests.
'F'Too full for words. Everything
top hole. God save the king" read
Warren. THAT'S British for you. All,
here's choice bit:
"The beef is good,
The tea Is fine.
This is bully place to dine"
"oh. look, dear, l. love this onel
Words fail us--to be taken which way
you like"
see here" Warren turned from the
book, "how do you raise these peo'
ple?" rapping on the floor with bis
cane.
A sound OF a closing door, and
woman hurried in. Helen noticed that
her eyes we're red, and her face white
and drawn.
I'm sorry, sir, IL I've kept you wait
ing, but I'm all alone here this after
noon. VIII you have tea. sir?"
Eyes. two teas. and one brandy and
Soda"
could I go somewhere to fix my
hair7" ventured Helen.
Eyes. ma'am, Just come right up
stairs"
She led the way up the steep darl
steps to a low dormer-windowed room
BY the high post bed was chest o
drawers with an old round mirror.
Helen took OF her hat and began Il
let down her disheveled hair, but thu
woman still fingered.
"If things are bit upset, ma'am-
hope you won't mind. I'll just hear
that my brother died in French hos
pital My husband" pausing to stead.
her voice, was killed three weeks az
at Amiens." Then she turned abrupt
" and was gone.
Hastily Helen thrust up her hair an
hurried down to Warren.
That's hard lines" he admitte
when she told him. ~
DO you suppose she's trying to n
this place alone?"
That's about the size Of 1t Som
Of these English womer ara putting U
almighty game fight. Nov that's th
kind OF a person you'd like to help.
A chugehug Of motor outside. an
party Of three entered-two vome
and a man in long motoring coat
They settled themselves noisily.
Three meat teas right away" ID
man ordered peremptOrily. when u
woman came In to serve Warren
brandy and soda
Yes, SIR as she hurried out
The man threw on bis coat. liz 4
airar ana leaned back with complscef