The Washington herald., 1916-09-25

AThe Married Life of Helen and war
rem" appearing exclusively I'm this
paper, Is the only series now being
written by Mabel Herbert Urner.
From the bathroom came the
sound OF razor briskly stropped--a
familiar warning that in another five
minutes Warren would be dressed.
Tying the ribbons of her lacy
camisole, Helen hastily slipped into
a fresh linen waist. A white crochet
button dangled by a thread, but
there was no time to sew it on
They were going out to break
fast, the maid being away for her
sisters wedding.
How're you making outa" call
ed Warren. Most ready?
Almost. Oh. there's the dumb
waiter Dear, you go-you're dress
ed. If it's the ieeman-say we
don't want any till tomorrow"
When, a moment later, Helen
joined him in the hall. it was with
the disconnected feeling of being
hurriedly dressed. By the eleva-
tor mirror she smoothed her hair
and frightened the cobweb veil.
"Keeler's will be the quickest" :"
announced Warren, as they came
out on the sun-bathed street.
"You sure they serve breakfast?"
brushing a hair from her skirt
"Of course they serve break
fast-a good one, too. That was
an Al steak we had there the
other night"
Keeping up with his long strides,
Helen, remembering her breathing
exercises, took deep breaths Of
the clean morning air
Nothing like walk before
breakfast to get up an appetite, ="
swinging his cane. with exuberant
energy. How about a Spanish
ome1et and waffles?"
As they left the car, Helen glanc-
ed across the street at a hanging
sign, "Ye Candlestick Tea Room"
In the quantity curtained window
was a modest card-"Breakfast g.
Dear, let's try that; it looks so
May be all right for tea-but
we want a real breakfast"
In the next block the electric
bulb-studded sign over Keelers
restaurant was gray and lifeless
in the daylight. 4 row of garbage
and ash cans graced the entrance.
Inside most OF the tables were
piled with chairs; only those by
the windows were set. The air
was heavy with a rancid odor OF
soap and brass polish.
"Oh, we can't eat here" protest
ID Helen shrinkinPly
From out the dubious darkness
emerged a soiledaproned waiter.
Snatching a menu he hurried to
one of the cloth-covered tables and
drew out the chairs with a per-
suasive flourish.
"No, I guess not" retreated War
rem. I'VE don't like the looks of
things"
The disappointed waiter followed
them to the door, insisting that he
could serve them breakfast, but they
hurried1y escaped to the street.
"Oh, how dirty everything look
cans ea AS'$B vide 6sFtS. sstS we7 're2sF ne7sr
dine, there again.
Guess a lot of 'em are on the
bum in the morning. But that
smell of soap suds was too much
for me. Now where?"
Lets go back to the tea room
l know thatll be clean"
It'll be clean all right-but not
filling. Wen try Caldwells. Want
to stoke up after this jaunt."
CaldwelIs was a well-known lob
ster and oyster house few blocks
farther on. In their window was
always case of sea food, display
ed on slabs of ice. But this morn
ing the window was empty, and the
paneled net curtains gave a glimpse
of the dismantled restaurant within.
Great Scott, don't the people
around here eat breakfast?''
do let's go back to that tea
ROOM" pleaded Helen.
"No, we don't" grimly. 1--WE
started out for a real breakfast,
and by George, I'll have it. Here,
we'll take the subway to the As
torbilt"
Dear, it'll make you so late
it's almost nine now. Do try the
tea room-just this once. If you
don't get enough, you can order
second portion"
Three breakfasts served for
two, eh? Oh, we'll. come on" re-
The quaint Colonial atmosphere
of the white and yellow tea room
was refreshingly cool and restful.
Nobody here either" grunted
Warren, as they settled themselves
at a spotless clothed table by the
flower boxed window.
A neat waitress took their order.
Sliced oranges. shredded wheat,
plain omelet, English mullins and
coffee.
That's very reasonable for 50
cents" approved Helen, laying aside
the quaint rough-edged breakfast
caru.
But Warren was now buried be-
hind the morning paper. From
across the table Helen read a de-
partment store sd on the back page,
then turned her attention to an ap-
preciative survey of the room.
The color scheme was inexpen-
sive, but effective-the white walls
with yellow paneling, the yellow
muslin curtains, the wooden chairs
painted yellow, the yellow banded
pottery china, and a single jonquil