The Pensacola journal. (Pensacola, Fla.) 1898-1985, 1918-08-03
Married Life
Warren Becomes Irritable and ACCESS
Helen of RidicuIinq Their Hostess.

Helen of Hidiculing Their Hostess.
He said the third house from the
church." Warren frowned down the
tree-shaded street. Don't see any
thing that looks like a church"
Perhaps it's the next street." sug-
gested Helen.
mo, he said the second turning
from the station, and then five min
utes' walk to the top. These English
mems directions are so blamed indefi-
nite.'
Lets go on little further-maybe
it's up beyond that crossing"
1t was a typical English suburban
street with the vine covered cottages,
flower gardens and stone fences.
Rose Villa, Cedar Lodge, Ivy
Manor, read Helen from the gateposts.
Il love the way they name their
houses here. It's so much more pic
turesque than having them number
ed"
well, it's a darn sight more con-
fusing You know 10 comes after
los, but I'll be switched If you know
what comes after Rose Villa or Cedar
Lodge Wouldn't want the postman's
job"
"Oh, there-could that be it? He
said gray brick, didn't hep
"Oh. that's too pretentious. Boothby's
"Oh, that's to pretentious. Boothby's
week."
why, 1 thought you said he was
a middle-aged man with a family"
so he is. But there are a lot of
middie-aged clerks in England living
on five pounds a week-and they're
content with it, too. If mans
clerk here, he stays clerk. and he
doesn't think he ought to be promoted
to the head of the firm"
This was a trait in the English char
acter that appealed strongly to War
rem He often said over here sefY-
ants are servants and they don't ex-
pect to be anything e1se-thats why
they're good servants
But Helen could never quite see
why lack of ambition should be COM
mended, and she said so now.
Not Ambition.
ambition? It's not ambition-it's
dissatisfaction. Who was
it said, America is full of careless
Young people who want to be great?
Well, he had it just about right.
There. isn't that a church,"
The third house beyond 1t was
plain. little, gray brick cottage, with
a garden and an air of home
AS they were sailing Saturday War
rem had insisted on their accepting
this invitation to tea. Mr.. Boothpy
was only a clerk In the office where
he had made his headquarters, but In
MANY ways he had been most heip1ui
and Warren had planned to leave some
unfinished business in his care.
AS they went up the flower-edged
path. Helen saw that the table on the
lawn was already set for tea. Mr..
introduced them to his wire
and two daughters. The girls dressed
for the occasion in their best white
GOWNS were awkward and self-con-
scious.
It was plain that to them this was
quite an event. Most of the middle
aged English are convinced that every
American is a millionaire and the
Roothby's had probably looked for
ward TO this tea with much concern
and trepidation.
They were soon seated on the wicker
chairs by the little table under the
trees There was no maid and the |
two girls passed the tea and toasted
with shy embarrassment. !
Their white dresse were so stiffly
starched and their blue sashes care
fully tied. 1t was plainly their SUN
day best"
sThese are mighty good sandwiches, |
Mrs. Boothby," said Warren, as he took |
another. us this anchovy paste?"
EMO. that's made from kippered her |
ring. I'm glad you like it. We use |
that a great deal for sandwiches-over
here"
"You buy IL canned?'' as,1en Helen.
"Oh. no, just take herring, take