Harrisburg telegraph. [volume] (Harrisburg, Pa.) 1879-1948, 1916-01-26
WOMEN'S INTERESTS
THEIR MARRIED LIFE"
Copyright by International News Service

gayly. "You people will miss the train,
and now YOU can't see my birthday
gifts
Really? I am so sorry!" said
Helen, penitently.
We'll. 1t can't be helped. Come on.
We promised to hurry as soon as you
people arrived"
The inn was on a stretch of road
that ran through several Long Island
towns. 1t was a fascinating place, old
fashioned and with quaint rooms fur
nished in the style of long ago. There
were steps leading from one room to
another, and Helen was in love with it
before she had taken off her things.
Places for Fourteen
The table was spread for fourteen
and there was favor at each place
beside the place cards. Babbie was
flying around arranging things, and
the men were arranging the music
they had brought with them. There
was mechanical piano that could be
started by dropping a scent piece in
the slot that was arranged in the din
ing-room in easy reach of the table
itself.
The plano played several tunes on
one roll and Mr.. Garnett, who had
brought over a drum with several at
tachments, was already testing it out.
Helen began TO feel pleasantly excited
She always did in this atmosphere, as
she called it.
Somehow there was something about
the Bells and their friends that radi-
ated life and good spirits. They were
always ready for a good time, and
/ their good times We're always different
from the good times that she and War
rem had been accustomed to having.
There was an absence of formality. a
real entering into the spirit of the
arrangements planned, that Helen en-
1oyed more than she could say, and
Warren was always at his best when
with them also.
Jack Parmelee. whom Helen genu-
inely liked. had arrived shortly before
they had with the girl Tom Bell had
spoken of. Helen had caught a glimpse
OF her upstairs and now had a chance
TO see her at close range. Somehow
she was interested in the girl that Jack
Parmelee might pick out. She wanted
her to be worthy of him. He was
such a dear hoy, with such wonderful
ideals and with illusions that she
hoped he might never lose.
The girl was dressed unusually, in
black velvet. She was odd looking.
and yet Helen could not exactly tell
what there was about her that was
different. OF course her clothes were
extremely attractive, but II was her
face that was somehow dominating.
Up to the present Helen had thought
Frances Knowles one of the most at
tractive girls that she could ever i'm
agine; now this girl appealed to her
in an entirel eerdyffi1 s;!.roatyu at.
in an entirely different way. She was
not of the typical New York specimen.
Coming from the West probably set
her apart from the girls one usually
sees around Fifth avenue.
This girl when she smiled was a diff
ferent person from the girl who was
silent. Helen noticed this character
istic first long before she noticed the
girls features, which were not regular.
Her hair was extraordinary; it was
gathered up careleSsly on her head
and escaped in picturesque disorder
The color. too. was unusual. 1t was
of a shade of black not often seen
which under the light would look red
where the hair was closest.
Helen felt that somehow she was
going to know this girl; she sincerely
hoped so, at any rate