Harrisburg telegraph. [volume] (Harrisburg, Pa.) 1879-1948, 1917-05-24
THEIR MARRIED LIFE"

Helen was in the midst of help
ing Mary preserve some strawberries
when the bell rang,
Now who can that be?" Helen
asked inVoluntarily.
Mary had by this time answered
the door and the next minute came
out into the kitchen with the in
formation that Mrs. Atwood and
that queer young lady ma'am, Miss
Nesbitt," were in the living room.
Helen hurried in just as she was,
big pink cambria apron envelop-
ing her.
Frances jumped up and kissed her
and even Viva seemed more friend
ly than usual. That is, all that
could be seen of Viva was friendly,
most of her small face was hidden
under a shiny black mushroom hat
wreathed around many times with
prickly things that were very smart.
Just look at her." laughed Fran
ces. well, honey, you certainly do
put us to shame with your little
housewifely apron, What are you
doing?"
"Just helping Mary put up some
preserves. Warren is so fond of
them for breakfast"
Carp has to eat canned things"
Frances sighed. How ever do you
do it, Helen? Warren doesn't half
appreciate what you do"
Helen laughed.
WELL" continued Frances, in a
more business-like manner, you re-
member Harley Tracey, don't you?
Well, his new picture is released to-
day ard Viva and 1 want you to
come down and see it with us. He
has sent us a box with the incest
note. There are to be two other
friends of his there, and he says we
are sure to like them and just to in
troduce ourselves. So come on. slip
into your hat and coat, and we'll be
off,"
Helen did not stop to argue, but
did as she was bid. Somehow she
fell just like obeying Frances, and
she would have gone with her no
matter how much of the preserving
still remained to be finished.
Stumbling over each other, for
the picture was already on, the
three women finally reached the
dark recess of the box and dropped
into some vacant chairs. Helen, who
loved moving pictures, was imme-
diately immersed in the story and
she did not speak until the inter-
mission. Then the women who sat
in the front of the box turned
around ana IN IeW minutes tney
were all chatting.
Helen looked with interest at the
two women, who were Harley
Tracey's friends. She was anxious
to see just what kind of women he
knew. The man himself had been
complete surprise to her and she
had no doubt that the women would
be also. Both were attractive, but
in a different way. The younger one
was blond with round dimpled
face and a charming Southern ac-
cent.
The older woman called her
Roslyn, which name Helen thought
just suited her. She Immediately
became interested in Viva and
Frances however, and Helen was
left to talk to the older woman, who
spoke with queer little drawl, and
her observations were so original
that Helen could not quite place
her. She seemed unconventional in
her ideas and yet there was flavor
of wholesomeness about her.
Suddenly she smiled at Helen and
asked quickly: 81 suppose you don't
quite know what to think of me-
Mrs. Curtis. Well, I'm not truf-
fer, and 1 don't belong in the other
class because I'm too unconven-
tional. My husband is an artist, and
help him keep house; that's al
there Is to it,
| Here was an interesting view