The Washburn times. [volume] (Washburn, Wis.) 1896-1976, 1917-05-03

| Guided to dine together in a nearby
restaurant. They went in early, but
the place was already well filled.
"This is great place for stage peo-
ple," said her friend. Marian "You
see, they have to dine early
She pointed out some prominent peo-
pie of the stage. do you see that girl
over there in the big blue hat? Well.
she is in the front row in The Girl
From Sweden. Pretty, isn't she? But
awfully made up.'
EYES," responded Helen, 'she is
pretty, and she is laying herself out
TO captivate that man, whoever he is.
The mans back was toward them.
and a waiter at that moment quite hit
him from view. AS the waiter moved
! away, the man turned to speak to him.
Marian hoped Helen had not seen him,
but it needed no word to tell her she
| had. 1t was her husband. He had not
seen Helen, and she hoped he would
not. She hated scenes, and she went
through pretense of dining, though
her friend saw it was forced, and deep
| ly sympathized with her.
Gradually from talkative friends she
learned that Arthur Mays devotion to
this chorus girl was well known on
| waited.
One day in the city, having crossed
the street, just as she reached the
| curb, she heard scream behind her.
A woman had fallen, and an automo-
bile was swerving away from her.
Helen was first to go to her, and help
her to her feet. She seemed scarcely
able to walk, and a policeman of
fered to call an ambulance. She re-
fused, asking him instead to call a
| taxi.
Wouldn't you like me to go home
with you?" asked Helen.
"Oh, would you?" she begged.
There isn't soul there to do a thing
for me, and something has happened
to my arm"
Helen got into the taxi with her. She
had recognized her fellow-passenger
Ole was luc gil III IlIC ait, Win
whom she had seen her husband.
"Good heavens 70 walled the girl. ST
hope this won't lay me up. I've got to
get to the theater."
1t was very pretty apartment,
handsomely furnished, that they en-
tered. Helen bathed and bound up the
injured arm. She helped to remove
| the girls clothes, get her into a neg
ligee, and see that she was comforta.
bly, disposed on a couch. The min
istration of a sister could not have
been gentler or more considerate.
II think you are an angel" said the
girl; "Just an a1l-wool, yard wide angel.
Won't you let me have your name, and
address?"
Helen parted the question by asking
the girls name.
"Oh, I'm Florrie Parks-in The Girl
From Sweden
She rose, and dragged herself, limp
ing, to the telephone. She called IA
miliar number to Helen. To hide her
agitation, Helen turned away. A dia-
mand pendant on the dressing table
caught her eye. She picked it up and
turned it over. On the reverse side
was the inscription, "Florrfe from A."
This was the jewel he had not wished
her to see.
arthur, dearie," she heard her say
ing through the telephone, "do come
as soon as you can. I'm pretty badly
banged up. There's the dearest little
woman here. She's done all sorts of
things for me. But she'll be gone be-
fore you get here"
Helen managed to delay her depart
ure. In about 20 minutes she heard
mans step approaching, then the click
of a latchkey, and her husband en-
tered.
"Helen!" he gasped.
Sim going to take the train now"
she said quietly. 81 suppose you'll not
be out tonight"
eyes, WILL" he answered.
81 hope you'll be all right in the
morning, Miss Parks" she said quiet
ly to the girl, and she went. AS she
did so, she heard in awed tones the
girls exclamation, "My God"
The next day Helen said to her hus-
band: 81 suppose you would like
divorce"
'Divorce he exclaimed, as though
1t had never occurred to him.
"Why, yes" she said. "That seems
the only thing now; the only happiness
for you. She is q good-hearted little
thing-a bit coarse-grained, but with
kind impulses; yes, very kind. didn't
blame her-I was just sorry"
eyes, she's all you say. And you
better believe she made me see what
rotten cad I've been to you. She
thinks you must have wings, and she
said if I hadn't found it out, I'd better
begin right now. She didn't want to
see me again till I could tell her /
had"
Helen was silent, wondering at this
strange turn of affairs.
81 don't know how to ask you to for
give me. Helen. But If you'll let me
take her advice II think it's some
thing I can never forget"
She put out her hand to him, and
he drew her close in his arms.