The Washington herald., 1917-05-21

This series II q Continuation Q
Their Married Life," produced b
Mabel Herbert Urner for four year,
The Married Life of Helen and war
rem" appearing exelusively In thi
paper is the only series now beInI
written By Mabel Herbert Urner.
Why aren't mirrors used more? They'r'
cheaper than most decorations-and much
more effective" unused Helen, appraisIne
the mirrored wall. which gave to the re.
nected restaurant an illusion of extended
\ space.
But Warren was absorbed, trying to
| read the closely printed menu under the
| olrn, heavily shaded table light.
| Why, dear. that side wall is a mirror
toof thought that was another room.
Look how they've built the arch to give
that impression
! Here's some curried specials-chicken,
shrimp and lobster" warren's attention
was confined strictly to food. "'All cur
| ries served with chutney and Bombay
! duck That sounds like the real thInT,
wonder II they've got an Indian chef
here"
I'll Just have some scallops with Tar
tare sauce" For when confronted with a
high-priced menu. Helen always made
her selection from the fish list.
That's not enough for you. How about
an artichoke?"
mo. it takes me forever to eat one. II
were going to the theater, we won't have
time for much
Got all the time there IS" Erunted
warren, proceeding to order regardless
OF the inflated prices.
Dear. whoever furnished this rlaee
had some original IDEAS her interest re-
NertlnS to the decorations.
some pretty rotten ones, I should
say giancing at the gilded, winged fR-
ure that flanked the marble steps. ''IIools
Ike an Egyptian tomb"
NO, don't care for that Babylonian
effect, but love these dim, glowing
the mirrors" -
Their table was on the very edge or the
circular dancing space, from which the
moor rose in tiers, a row of tables on
each slight elevation. with q balcony
above. -I
by a marble mermaid. the water trick
ling down over the glass steps, under
which glowed colored lights. 1t was
really only half fountain, completed by
the mirrored illusion.
why how-how strange" murmured
Helen in a puzzled tone, staring at the
adjoining table. why. another couple
was there a minute ago-just beginning
their dinner. Didn't you notice that very
blonde girl?''
''Eh7 So there was. Musrve got out
in a hurry"
But it hasn't been five minutes ago
ana these people are having their salad!
That's the most curious"
Shall I serve the curry. sir?'' inter
rupted their waiter. uncovering a silver
domed dish for warren's approval.
The serving Of their order now absorbed
Helen's attention. It was not until she
had secured her favorite Chill sauce to
supplement the meager ninety-cent por-
ton of scaIlops, that she glanced again
at the adjacent table.
With an audible gasp she dropped her
fork. which slid unnoticed into her nap
kined lap. Two men were now at that
table!
"Eh? What's the matter?" Her speech
less astonishment had signaled warren's
attention. Then following her frightened
gaze he too stared dumfounded at the
men, calmly finishing a chicken casserole.
At that same table, so near that they
could almost touch it, had been first a
florid man with a girl conspicuously
blonde. Five minutes later another couple
were seated there, their dinner in the
salad stage. And now like magic appear
ed two men almost through to-order
dish!
IF one cocktaiPu do that. I'd like to
know the brand" but Warren's voice held
tense note, his gaze still riyeted on the
table
Helen's heart stood still. The table
was moving! No-they were moving! The
man who had been sitting on line with
her was now slightly back of her chair
She was now almost opposite the other
/ mani
''Oh. what is it?'' starting up with
/ throbbing fear. Warren L"
! A faint giggle from a girl behind them
| "Sit down." growled Warren. Don't
make show OF yourself. It's some new
stunt we've not been UP against"
! The two men were now past them. ano
the next table was drawing near-with q
I stout, bald man and a chorus-type girl
| They're not moving-we are! It's thi:
blamed circular floor" Warren wa!
swiftly getting his bearings.
But how-why-?" her fear. ebbinl
| back to wonderment.
4 Can't give you a diagram right of tht
reel" snappishly. irritated at having
been bafrled even for a moment. Blu
over there's your table with your bleach
ed blonde"
''Yes. there across the dancing spac
was the girl with the taffy-color hair
The motion, though so slow It was hardl!
perceptible, would again bring their ia
bles side by side.
What's this whirling stunt?' demand
ed Warren Of the head waiter, VIII
paused to refill their glasses.
It's our revolving dancing floor, sir.
Whats the point?"
Just something different" with an ex
pressive shrug. There's nothing like
in the city"
80 we've got to be spun around Will
we -eat-as an advertising novelty. eh?
grunted Warren.
That's about Il, SIR" with a broaden
ing grin.
BY this time Helen had solved the puz
lie for herself. It was the dancing fiooi
edged with the single row Of tables, tina
was revolving. Slowly-very slowly-the
were moving by the stationary table
outside the circle.
Now a barefooted girl in an Egyptia
costume. under a weird green spotlight
whirled out on the dancing space. Broa
gold bands encircled her arms and an
llles. and from a jeweled band rose
ruby-eSed serpent. With distorting cor
tortions. she writhed through sensuou
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