South Bend news-times. (South Bend, Ind.) 1913-1938, 1915-03-09

the Pompeian Baths on everything "
asked Helen suddenly, for across the
center of every sheet, towel and blan-
ket this phrase was worked in large
red letters.
That's the one thing l don't like
about this place, they're so distruct-
ing. Who would want their old
their patrons TO have that Stolen from
the Pompeian Baths on everything ?"
oh. here comes Nellie now"
Nellie Arrives
A tall well-buiIt girl, her sheet
girded around her waist and over her
shoulder in the manner OF all attend
ants, now came up to them.
is this the lady who wants Rosa ?"
glancing toward Helen as she unwrap-
ped Mrs. Stevens blankets. She'll be
here in a minute, she's just giving an
alcohol rub
Helen watched Mrs. Stevens go off
with Nellie, with a sudden nervous
! ness at being left alone. This was her
| first experience at a Turkish bath,
and she did not know just what was
in store for her.
You the lady with Mrs. Stevens ?"
| asked pretty, round-faced attendant,
who now approached her cot. What's
your NUMBER" as she began un-
wrapping the blanket.
1856" answered Helen, glancing at
the key of her locker, suspended from
| the rubber ring around her wrist.
Helens heart beat fast as she fol-
| lowed the girl out into the baths
The various apparatuses and hurrying
white-sheeted attendants were some
what terrifying.
Just step in there" Rosa pushed
open the door Of the steam room. III
call you in a minute"
Helen found herself in a cloud of
dense white steam. She put out her
hand and took one step forward.
There were others in the room for she
could hear their voices, and from
somewhere came the roar of machin-
cry and the loud kissing Of steam.
A shuddering thought came TO her
of the engine room of the Titanic. She
imagined IL was like this as the ship
went down, and she pictured the
wretched stokers trying TO fight their
way out through the binding steam
Then she heard the door open, and
Rosa's voice calling 1856" When she
stepped out the clear air quickly dis
PEELED her greWsome thoughts.
Rosa now led her 10 one Of the
many scrub rOoms-a marble parti-
toned cell with a stone bench and a
stone pillow. With a small hose she
turned a flood OF water on the bench
lurking fear that things might not be
clean"
Now. just lie down there ma'am.
Is this your first bath?" noticing
Helen's shrinking reluctance. "Oh.
you'll like il when you get used to it.
Helen closed her eyes and held her
breath. With astounding vigor and
energy this young woman went at her
with a stiff brush that felt like a curry
comb.
THE ONSLAUGHT.
"Oh. not so hard, My skins too
| tender"
IT'S good for you. ma'am, con
solingly. Now. turn over. please"
Helen squirmed under the onslaught
| of the bristle brush. Then a moment 5
, respite and she felt a flood Of warm
water from the hose. Then more lath-
ering with soap and more vigorous
| scru bling.
There. now. ma am as Rosa turn
ed on the nose Would you like a
salt rub?"
Helen had no conception Of what a
salt rub meant, but she remembered
a sign: "Salt Rubs Make Pink Skim
The bristle brush alone was torture,
but the bristle brush filled with coarse
salt brought visions of the Spanish In
QUESTION when they dashed their VIC