The Ocala evening star. [volume] (Ocala, Fla.) 1895-1943, 1915-05-07

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for tomorrow"
~oh. yes; wouldn't put on a fresh
one till we're there. My, it's good to
get those shoes on Patent leather
draws my feet So"
Tan shoes are easier for travelling.
Oh. do you like those lace-front cor.
sets? I've been wanting to try them.
they say they The rest was lost
in the trundling of baggage outside.
Huh. just getting interesting. /"
grinned Warren. ''What're those two
females over here alone for, anyway ?"
Il think one is correspondent for
some paper" whispered Helen Don't
you remember her. the one who was
always writing on deckg"
"Oh, that Well, ftll take more'n a
lace front to make her
Hush. dear, they'll hear youl"
Now what else have you to dog" de-
manded Warren
Just to TX my hair-but / don't
need the light for that"
She switched. on the light and raised
the window at the foot OF her berth.
The long platform was now cleared
Of trunks The cold. white arc globes
fiickered ghostly along the prison-like
station The familiar English signs OF
soap. tea and junket seemed frivolous
ly out OF place against the grim stone
walls.
Then without sound OF bell or
whistle. with almost a sinister silence,
the train slipped out into the dark
ness.
The outskirts OF Liverpool. with
the streets stony. treeless. and poor
ly lit, looked inexpressibly dreary.
There were endless rows OF the mo-
notonous. low brick houses. all dark
now except for a faint glimmer from
an occasional window.
Vaguely depressed by the scene.
with whispered Good night, dear =
Helen reached out across the narrow
aisle.
Good night briefly. pushing away
her hand.
Now let's get what sleep we can
A silence OF several moments then
Helen crept out OF bed and bent over
him with a wistful;
Dear. ] can't go to sleep without
telling you good night right"
As she stopped to kiss him. her
hand unconsciously slipped under his
pillow and touched something cold
and steely- With a frightened cry she
drew back
~oh, OH Why. Warren, that
isn't
well, what IL it is2 what're you
fumbling under my pillow for?''
Tit isn't loaded?" breathlessly.
what use would it be IL It wasn't p
But. dear. you don't think"
Think it's just as well to have one
Lot OF sneak thieves at q time like
this. Now you go TO sleep and stop
proving around"
Helen crept back into her berth. but
the touch OF the revolver had chilled
her. There was something terrify.
ing in that cold steel With q rush II
brought back all her brooding thoughts
OF the war.
They were beyond the city now,
speeding through the sweet-smeIlihe
English country Raising her pill
low, she eazed out on the peaceful
farm lands Here and there were
groups OF cows sleeping or grazing IN
the moonlight
1t was all so quietly peaceful thai
IL was hard to think OF the war zone
as being SO near. All those Belgian
battlefields had few months ago been
as serenely quiet as this. Perhaps
many OF the battles had been fought al
night under just such a calm, pale
moon
The thought Of the killed-and wound
ed Helen resolutely put from her. AL
her mental anguish over the suffering
in this war would not alleviate single
pang, and she was schooling herself
not to think. Just before they sailed
she had sent check 70 the Red Cross
That was expressing her sympathy In
the only way that could help
Determinedly she now turned heI
thoughts to London. They would be
there I'm the morning. What condi
tions would they fnd2 The hotels
restaurants, music halls-all the places
she had loved on her first trip-hov
many of those would be closed?
Whatever the hardships or incon
veniences or the next few weeks. there
was something thrfllingly exciting
about being so near the heart o.
things.
The spirit OF adventure was always
strong within Helen, and now she
looked forward to their arrival In Lon
don with a glow of eager expectancy