The Washington herald., 1917-10-08

I company-didn't know they had a
branch here. Boyd & Waring-one of
the best shops in the Middle West.
What's the matter?" noticing her
dropping unresponsiveneas. Aren't
you enjoying it,"
"oh. yes. dear. very much-onIy I'm
a little tired"
We'll, this'll do you good after being
cooped up on that train. Used to be
famous Rathskeller around here
no. guess It was in the next street.
Come on, I'd like to locate that. A
Welsh rabbit wouldn't 20 bad Just
now"
Helen could have cried out with
sheer pain as she tried to keep up.
With strained intensity she gazed
down the street for some sign OF the
Rathskeller. Anything for an excuse
to rest-to get off her throbbing feet.
There-isn't that 1t over there?'
Mono, it was big place-the one
live joint of the town. Must be on
the other street after all-further
down. We can cross here"
oh. dear. let's not go any further"
plaintiyely.
why not? We've still a half hour
Best beer I ever drank-and corking
good eats"
Back to the other street and down
four more endless blocks, but still no
sign Of the Rathskeller.
"Must-Ve gone out OF business"
Warren finally admitted. "We'n go
back to that first place-the one on
the corner That looked fairly good"
Three more blocks which to Helen
were excruciating torture. They
reached the corner only to find it
dark.
We'll. what do you know about
that?" in deep disgust. "CIose here
that early? This is a Jay town. Well,
some OF 'em must keep open. We pass
ed a restaurant further up. Let's try
that"
But Helen was leaning against an
iron misunderstanding brokenly.
Dumfounded he stared at her.
"Why-whats wrong?"
oh, IL can't go another step, My
feet hurt and lin so tired I"
why in blazes didn't you say so!"
with angry relief.
Hailing newsboy, he sent for a
taxi. In a few moments they were
whirling to the hotel.
Leaning back with closed eyes.
Helen was too wretchedly tired to an
alyze Warren's silence. 1t might mean
dawning realization of his thought
lessness-or 1t might mean a brew
ing wrath. But just then she was
struggling to keep back the tears
hysterical tears from sheer fatigue.
At last in their room, she flung
herself across the bed.
Want your shoes off"
She felt him loosening the laces,
but his touch was as cold and unsym-
pathetic as his voice.
Now get up and get off your
clothes-can't lie t:.ere like that"
A sharp knock on the door. Her
face in the pillow, she did not turn,
but Warren's curt, Put II there"
and a heavy thud. proclaimed the
trunk. A clink Of change, and the
door banged after the porter.
Want this tray out?" warren's
voice was raspingly harsh.
Her outflung hand clenched the
brass head rail. She wanted him to
come to her, to take her in his arms
to show some concern. She wanted
love and tenderness. His coldness
only goaded her to repressed hys-
terra.
What the deuce are YOU .nis-
fling about now? How could know
you were tired-lf you didn't say
so? I'm no mind reader"
You knew was worn out-I|
wasn't well when we started"
Oh, you're never WELL" brutally.
You're always complaining-if III
isn't one thing it's another. Gets
pretty darn tiresome, too"
The cold cruelty of this silenced
her sobs. She lay quite still, grasp
ing tighter the bed rail.
A long silence. Then awkwardIy, a.