Vilas County news. [volume] (Eagle River, Vilas County, Wis.) 1896-1927, 1915-04-21

AAoI WHAT LII gong 10 HnQ out.
You stay here with these" and, leay-
ing Helen with the hand baggage,
Warren hurried to the ticket window.
The dimly lit station was swarming
with passengers from the st. Paul,
all tensely anxious to get on to Lon
don. The excitement of the midnight
landing was in the air.
London papers were being eagerly
scanned for the latest war news. A
table supplied with cable and tele-
graph blanks was crowded with those
anxious to send messages.
But there was none of the usual ex-
hilaration OF landing. Even the hurry
and excitement were subdued by the
ominous feeling of depression.
Got two berths of some kind" an
nounced Warren. Then, with a glance
ct the lunch counter, Want some of
that fodder while we wait? There's
our old friend, Bovril," nodding at
the familiar English sign.
Il don't like beef extract" de-
INJURED Helen.
Hello, they've got bar, too! What
about sherry and bitters? Thatll set
you up.
Wait, DEAR" as Warren started for
the lunch counter ga lot of people
are wiring on to the hotels for rooms.
Don't you think we'd better?"
"No; they always soak you more.
Don't you worry-we1l get in some
where. They'll not turn away good
American money, war or no war"
Warren now made raid on the
lunch counter, returning with sherry
and sandwiches. They had had a
late supper on the steamer, but the
thought of the midnight landing in
a country still in the throes Of war
had left Helen too excited to eat.
"All passengers this way!" shouted
the guard.
Helen hastily finished her sandwich
and followed Warren into the huge
brick-lined hall, where all the baggage
was ready for inspection.
Keep close to me-" as he pushed
ahead and quickly located their trunks
in the section under &C."
"Any spirits, tobacco or silver
.plate?" asked the custom officer per-
functorily, as he chalked the trunks
without opening them.
With some difficulty Warren got a
porter. The scarcity of porters was
one of the first evidences of the war.
Register these trunks through to
Euston," he ordered. 'This hand bag
gage we'll have in the sleeper"
Outside they made their way down
the platform to the waiting train.
where's this stateroom?" asked
Warren, showing his ticket.
They're not reserved, sir. Take
any you like"
When the porter deposited their
hand baggage in one of the stuffy state
rooms, Helen looked around with
amazed disapproval. Compared with
the luxurious American sleeper 1t was
crude, shabby and not even clean.
There were two cot-like berths with
a washstand between. The curtains
we're stained and dusty, and the bit OF
carpet worn threadbare.
Helen promptly examined the dup1-
ous-Iooking bed linen. The narrow
sheets barely covered the soiled mat
tress, and the harsh, stir blankets
were a grayish white.
Dear. look! Even the sheets don't
look fresh"
well, they're getting American
managers on these roads now. They'll
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junk heap.
Lets get out our steamer rugs"
persisted Helen. They're cleaner tnan
these blankets"
Unheeding Warrens growing pro-
test she unstrapped the rugs. Then
from her suitcase she took two towels
end mined them over the pillows.
"Now. see here" scowling around
for a place to hang his coat; you're
to take things on this trip as you nnd
'em. Well have none of this squeam-
ishness. If you don't like
ooh, watt" pleadingly. Let me
wash out that basin first" as Warren
started to wash up. And, DEAR don
use that soap!
Impatiently he waited Willis iheAon
washed out the dusty basin and got
the soap from her suitcase.
"Oh. dear, l wouldn't stand on TINS
dirty floor. Where're your Shippers!
Let me get them out for you"
mo, you don't" pushing her aside
mo sense in getting everything I'M
hacked. 1 paid for this stateroom to
get few hours sleep-not to potter
around all night.
Helen had hardly begun to unoress
when Warren Topped into his berth.
"Great Scott, this things narrow!
Don't take any chances on tossing
about. Say, what in thunder are you
doing now?"
''Fll be through in a minute, for'
having a deep-rooted aversion Tor
doubtful wash basins, Helen was clean
ing her face with cold cream.
well. l may not be so ALFRED par
ticular as you are-but l wouldn't
smear all that grease paint on my face
for farm"
Through lull in the rumoling OF
the baggage trucks, the voices OF two
women now came with shrill distinct
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