The Washington herald., 1917-02-26

Thls series n q eentinuation oi
Their Married Life.1 produeed d
Mabel Herbert Urner for four years
The Married Life Of Helen and war
ren,s aDpearing exclusively In this pa
Per. - the enly series now being VIII
ten ~ Mabel Herbert Urner.
The dingy pawnshop window was clut-
tered with dusty assortment OF 1eweiry,
tools. moth-eaten furs and musical In
struments
Just q moment. dear" Helen drew
Warren to q pause. sometimes tney
have old silver purse tops-I want one
for that bead bag"
Nothing but junk In there. impa-
tiently urging her on
But Helen, freeing her arm, stood
transhxed. She was staring with fas-
cinated intentness at an old cameo
brooch. curiously set. 1t was Laura :
cameo. Countless times she had seen II
in her waist or belt. the only piece OF
tewelry she ever wore
'Aoh, warren, Iook-that cameo pin
There. by the wrist watch! That's
Laura's! II belonged to her mother.
She's In desperate need, or she'd never
have parted with it,
Nonsense; you could hll a bushel
basket with canoes from these shops.
MO8I OF -em DETERMINATIONS, maQe E1Bnt
over here on the East side"
But that setting-Pd know 1t any
where. She's sick or in troubled"
Grumblingly Warren followed her into
the shop. A dim. musty shop with
crowded shelves, q long counter case, and
In the rear q frowning safe.
I'D Ike to see that cameo brooch In
the window" requested Helen.
The pawnbroker got 1t out and laid II
nr0f h. ar1. NsA, n
ably Laura's pin.
'T think this belonged to a friend of
mine" tensely. DO you remember from
whom you bought it?"
Expecting to make a sale, not to an
swer questions, scowlingly he shook his
head. and with rude abruptness started
to replace the brooch.
What do you want for it?" demanded
Warren brusquely, stepping forward.
Ten dollars"
Six" was warren's trenchant offer.
Il should sell that for six dollars? Such
fine cameo and the setting solid goldp'
Then as Warren moved towards the door,
'T'n make it nine
Six" firmly from the doorway.
1t ended by the pawnbroker accepting
the six dollars. which was probably more
than he would have asked OF a less pros
porous looking customer.
Now let's have the name and address
OF the party who sold IT," Warren drew
out an extra inducing dollar. That's all
right" as the man hesitated. "There'n
be no trouble-it's not been stolen"
The broker. retreating behind a Gagged
desk, consulted a soiled ledger.
That's the party" handing them a slip
on which he had scrawIed the address
Il. Wilson, 325 West Street"
Its Laura" whispered Helen excited
~. she's moved! 3S West Street?
Where is that? What kind Of . neighbor-
hood?'
Pretty poor" admitted Warren.
How can we get there-the quickest
wayT'
We'll. we're not going before dinner -
with emphasis ITS nearly seven now"
1t was the maids afternoon OF. and
they were on their way to a popular
downtown Italian restaurant.
Dear. 1 couldn't eat a thing. until I
know. I should've looked her up this
week" remorsefully. Il knew she wasn't
we'll"
'oh. she's always getting in wrong.
She's chronically hard up"
It's more than that-or she wouldn't
have sold that brooch. Warren, don't
often ask anything Ike this, emotion
ally.
''Oh. well. II you're going to harp on it
come on" with surly reluctance. We'll
have to take a taxi" as they left the
shop. That's an out-of-the-way place
be an hour getting there on the car"
Helen did not demur; for once a taxi
did not seem an extravaganza. Should
she tell Warren Of Laura's real condi-
ton? She had not told him, because she
felt II would be a betrayal OF Laura $
confidence.
In the cab as they sIushed through the
trapped mud and snow, she longed to tell
him. The need OF his help and advice
seemed urgent
But his darkened scowl as he gazed
out at the massed trafic was not en-
couraging. He had never approved of
Laura. and her unfortunate marriage had
deepened his antipathy.
She'll be out when we get there"
irritably. This is a fine goose chase /"
1t was a shabby. red brick house be-
fore which the cab lurched up. A dingy,