The Washington herald., 1917-08-06

Thi. series L. continuation or
sTheir Married 1fe,D produced by
Mabel Herbert Ulher for four years.
sThe Married Ne of Helen and
warren" appearAg exclusively In
this paper, is a. only serie. now
being written N Mabel Hsrbert
Urner.
The room was stifiing. Both win
dows opened on narrow airless
court. Drawing de~n the dark shades
to give an impression of coolness,
Helen opened the transom. rang for
some ice water. and threw herself into
the linen-swathed chair.
There is nothing more firing on a
hot day than the pursuit Of antiques.
Yet Helen never came to Boston that
she did not spend most OF her time
exploring the diney Charles street
shops with their dusty, dubious treas
ures.
Her finds" q sampler, a lustre
pitcher. and an old tufted bedspread.
we're on a chair beside her. 1t was
a bulging, orudeiy wrapped bundle
that she had carried through the
sumptuous hotel lobby with diseon-
certed haste.
Unwrapping II to gloat over her
spoils. she glanced at the leatherca seq
travelling clock. A quarter Of six
later than she thought. She must get
her bath before Warren came.
1t was a relief to slip out Of her
hot, clinging clothes into the brim-
ming tub. The water refreshingly
cold. had q sea-blue tingo against
Tire white porcelain. There was
always a sense Of luxury in a hotel
private bath-even though the fittings
were no more pretentious than those
in her own bathroom at home,
A slamming door and warren's
questioning whistle.
''I'll be out in Just a minute" step
ping from the tub to the thick bath
mat.
When she sllppered out refreshed
and cool In her white kimono. War
ren, locking tired and hot, was
gulping down glass of ice water.
Dear, don't drink so fast-not while
you're so warm" Then as she kiss
ed him. Has it been a hard day?"
Going every minute. Saw Drake,
and got an appointment with wagnal
for tomorrow. Just missed Hartman
left for Canada yesterday. Can't
we get some air in hereT'He was
fum6ling with the patent transom
rod. How does this blamed thing
work."
"oh, I tried that! 1t won't open
any further"
"Ought to have electric fans in these
rooms. Hot enough in here to fry
eggs. No wonder" as he glanced
out the window, we're right over
that blooming glass roof. You're al
ways so keen for an inside room
hope you're getting a dose of it."
But, dear, the front rooms with
a bath are eight dollars a day."
We'll I'm not going to sizzle to
save a few dollars This is the last
time We take a court room. Get me
out some clean clothes" peeIing OF
his coat, Did you bring those tan
oxfords?"
By the time he was through his
bath, Helen was almost dressed.
do you think this is fresh enough
for tonlght?" she held up a pale blue
organdie. I've got my white Georg-
ette-but it's SO hot I'd get it all
wilted."
Where the Sam Hill did you put
my ties?" rummaging his suitcase.
Right there in. the second drawer
Il unpacked all your things. Dear,
DO look! Is this too rumpled7"
"Oh, that's good enough" inpatient
ly. without even glancing up from
his selection Of q tie.
But when a little later they went
down to the pretentious white and
gold dining-room. Helen was uncom-
fortably copscious that the blue or
candle looked rumpled and almost
soiled.
After the very modest. skimpy-por-
tened dinner for which the check was
A.6O. they strolled out to the lobby.
From a high-backed linen-coYered seat,
they surveyed the other guests and
listened to the music.
How about a roof gsrdenT' sug-
gested Warren, lighting a cigar.
We were up so late last night. Let's