The Oakley herald. [volume] (Oakley, Idaho) 1908-1961, 1915-07-02


dened nose.
Thought you were so keen abou
riding on top
oh, l am, when 1t isn't so cold--bu
I'm almost frozen"
We'll, well get of somewhere fol-
tea-thatll warm you up. Ought &c
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.
II was one of the thousand RED
Lion Inns" about England. But when
they left the bus Helen saw that it
was not we'll kept, and that 1t had
neither age nor quaintness to recon-
mend it.
Dear, 1t doesn't look clean" draw
ing back as she caught a glimpse of
The dingy, dubiouslooking dining room
with red-checked table cloths. isn't
that another place down there? Let's
Try that"
Farther on, across the road, was an
Did gabled house, half hidden by a
ligh box hedge. THE Queens Head"
'ead the faded swinging sign.
That's more like it," admitted War
ZEN as they went up the graveled.
shrub-lined path.
They entered long, low room with
white-clothed tables and a cheerful
open fire. Highly-colored chromos of
ash and game hung about, and on the
nantelpiece were some stuffed birds
under a 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
.urbed by growing of ancient rooster
at and a. M That's rich! 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.
Too full for words. Everything
top hole. God save the king" read
Warren. That's British for you. All
,ere's choice bit:
r THE beef is good,
The tea Is fine,
This 10 hn1lv v,1aoa 10 Jf,obU
"Oh. look, dear. l love this one!
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 his
zane.
A sound Of closing door. and
woman hurried in. Helen noticed that
her eyes were red. and her face white
and drawn.
I'm sorry, sir, II I've kept you wait
ing, but I'm all alone here this after
noon. WIN you have tea. sir?"
Yes. two teas, and one brandy and
soda"
Gould l go somewhere to fix my
hair?" ventured Helen.
Yes, ma'am, just come right up
stairs"
She led the way up the steep dark |
steps to low dormer-windowed room. |
By the high post bed was chest of |
drawers with an old round mirror.
Helen took OF her hat and began to |
let down her disheveled hair. but the
still fingered.
IF things are q bit upset, ma'am-
hope you won't mind. IL just heard |
hat my brother died in French hos |
pital My husband" pausing to steady |
her voice, was killed three weeks ago |
1t Amiens." Then she turned abrupt |
y and was gone.
Hastily Helen thrust up her hair and |
hurried down to Warren.
That's hard lines" he admitted
when she told him.
do you suppose she's trying to run
his place alone?'
That sabout the size of It. Some
If these English women are putting up
! mighty game fight. Now that's the
lind of a person you'd like to help
A chug-chug of motor outside, and
i party of three entered-two women
md a man in long motoring coats.
They settled themselves noisily.
Three meat teas right away" the
nan ordered peremptorily, when the
woman came in to serve Warren's
brandy and soda.
Yes, sir" as she hurried out
The man threw of his coat lit a fat
.igsr and leaned back with complacent