Cheyenne record., 1917-10-25

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'No, he won't.
/ didn't want to come with them. I
knew just how it would be-"
"Now see here" angrily. "we're out
for a holiday. and I'm not going to
squabble over dollar more or less.
Don't you begin"
"Sh-sh, dear, not 90 loud-they'll
hear you! These walls are SO thin. I
wish they hadn't given us adjoining
rooms"
''Huh. lucky to get anything. Attain
tic City's always crowded over Sunday.
Lot Of Philadelphia people stop at
this house. Come on, let's have a
swirl down the boardwalk"
"It's after five now," demurringly.
"If we go out tonight. I ought to rest
a while before dinner"
"Then lie down-don't keep on your
feet pottering over your things. Hello.
therel" Warren knocked on the door
between the two rooms. "Want to
take turn on the boardwalk?"
"I'm ready" Mr.. Carson opened the
door. "But Mile says she's too tired"
With the brisk vigor Of men off for
q holiday, they slammed out, their
voices ringing back as they strobe
down the hall.
"There's no hangers in this closet"
complained Mrs. Carson through the
still open door. "And it isn't big
enough to hold anything"
"It can't be smaller than the one in
ren's dinner coat. you'd think these
new hotels would have larger closets.
What do people do who come down
with a lot of clothes?"
"Oh, want you to see these slip
pers. Did l tell you about that place
where they paint them any shade-to
match your gown"
Although the rooms were the same
price, the Carsons had taken the bet
ter one. And now, while Mrs. Carson
expatihted on the slippers, Helen could
not help but notice the room and the
things strewn about.
An expensive fitted suit case partly
unpacked, some French lingerie and
suit of blue silk pajamas lay on the
bed. Warren could not afford to wear
silk pajamas, yet he was always the
first to draw out his wallet, thought
Helen Indignantly, he was always the
one who paid.
AREN'T you thirsty? I'll phone
down for some ice water"
Helen was back in her own room
finishing her unpacking when the
water came. She heard the clinking
ice as the boy emptied the pitcher.
"Have you any change" Mrs. Car
son cane to the door. 81 haven't q
thing but five-dollar BILL"
Helen supplied the dime for the tip.
Small as was the amount, 1t added to
her resentment.
"Are you going to lie down while
think 1 WILL" as she closed the door
between them.
After the tiresome trip on the train,
the fresh linened bed seemed luxuri-
Gus. She tried to doze off, but her
mind was filed with ranking thoughts
There would of course be no dinner
check, for 1t was an American-plan
hotel, but tonight they would spend
the evening on the boardwalk and then
go somewhere for supper. Would
Warren have to pay for that, too7
1t was all so one-sided. Even about
the rooms, when the bellboy ushered
them up, Warren had insisted genially
on the Carsons taking the larger one.
And at luncheon in the dining car they
had ridden backward-yet Warren
had paid the check.
with an effort, Helen arrested this
train of thought. How foolish to spoil
her whole trip in this way. All her
worrying would not curb Warren's
Mberality.
After a restless half-hour she rose
TO dress. They would not dine until
seven, but tonight she did not want
TO be hurried.
She had just finished her hair and
wars getting into her gown when War
rem burst in, brandishing huge, grim
ming rug doll.
"How's that for a beautr' tossing
It at her. @Nice playmate for Pussy
Purr-Mew."
"Oh, Warren, how foollshl You
didn't buy a thing like thatr'
swon It at skee ball. It's a great
| game down here. Carson's q dub at
it-didn't get blamed thing with over
| seventy balls. But he got the hang Of
a hoop game all right-won q couple
| Of tin-headed canes. She'll kin him,
with a chuckle, "if he ever tries to
carry EN-"
HELEN. loathing hersek for hsa
| smaIlness, was wondering who had
paid for these gamsA