The Pensacola journal. (Pensacola, Fla.) 1898-1985, 1918-12-10

TUESDAY MORNING,
drinking anything? What's wrong
with you, Curtis?"
! I've got to go light. Old man."
answered Warren. I've big days
Work tomorrow"
! A Foolish Man.
100, never let business interfere
with pleasure" and Mr.. Thurston's
| laughed boisterously at this time
worn adage. Then as he still failed to
get the attention OF the maid" he
called perempotrily:
Mariei" tapping his glass sharply.
1t was an embarrassing moment In
the face of Mrs. Thurston's order not
fill it. Helen wondered what the girl
would do.
THE bottles empty, SIR faltered
the maid.
Then open another bottle" order
ed Mr.. Thurston.
Dear ventured Mrs. ThurStcn.
cordial now Do you care for any
more champagne" s1z
"oh. all right. bring on the cordial
then. That's some I got down IN 1
Porto Rico" he explained. when the
maid brought on a curiously shaped
bottle with a bright foreign label |
You can put that right here, as
having filled the tiny cordial glasses,
she started to take away the bottle.
It was time to leave the men to
their coffee and cigars. but Mrs. /
Thurston dreaded to leave her hus-
band drinking.
Have another cordial, Curtis. It's !
very light. Won't hurt you.''
No, thank you. I've had enough" |
Mr.. Curtis is right. dear, think |
we've all had enough"
Now see here, Minnie, don't be a |
kill-joy," grumbled her husband
But You know, dear, you'll feel |
bad tomorrow and that cordial is SO
sweet and heavy. Don't drink any
more OF it, Henry"
'All right; this sweet stuff is bit /
sickening." he agreed good naturedly.
Lets have a Scotch. What do you I
say. Curtis?"
Rising somewhat unsteadily, Mr.. !
Thurston got bottle of Scotch from
the sideboard, which he brought over
to the table.
Lets leave that till later" as War
rem, to Mrs. Thurstons relief, made
a move to leave the table. "Shall vel
all go in the other room? We can
smoke in there, can't vac. Mrs. Thurs
ton? ?"
"Oh, you can smoke anywhere She
answered gratefully.
A Bad Scene.
AS they trailed out of the dining
room, q fold OF Helen's chiffon gown
caught on carved claw foot of the
sideboard
ALLOW me-" Mr., Thurston stopped
over to unfasten it. He was unsteady,
his foot slipped on the polished floor.
he lurched heavily. Trying to catch
himself by the sideboard, he knocked .
over cut glass vinegar curet which
broke and splashed over Helen's new
dress
With Warrens help he scrambled
undignifiedly to his feet, stammering
confused apology. Mrs. Thurston,
crimson with embarrassment, had
caught UP some napkins and was wip-
ing Helen's dress.
Come in the ELECTROMAGNETIC. I'll
wash it out before it stains"
1T doesn't masterpieces don't I
worry about it, protested Helen.
Something IKE that always hap
pens" sobbed Mrs. Thurston, as she
tremblingly sponged the spots in the
bathroom. That's why We SO rarely
have dinner parties. He always
drinks too much and does something
to embarrass me. 90, you don't
knowi" now sobbing Historically.
"Oh. don't, don't, they'll hear you,"
pleaded Helen.
II can't help it," recklessly. And
he's getting worse! He used to drink
only a little and now it's more and
more. 1t is growing on him and I
don't know what to do. But in every
other way" with a sort Tree loyal
ty, hes the kindest and best hus-
band in the world"
But why do you have wine at din
ners, them" asked Helen gently
"Oh, he insists on 1t. You don't
think I'd have it, if he didn't?"
But do you need to have so many
kinds? Wouldn't just a simple c1aret
or light Rhine wine be enough"
sOh, mono, he wants them all. It
is the only thing he is obstinate about
and each time he promises he'll drink ,
only little. But you see how 1t 49, ,
Helen had nevr before felt very
near Mrs. Thurston. She had always
thought her rather cold. But now her
reserve was completely broken down.
1t was seyra1 minutes before Helen
could calm her.
An Unhappy Home.
When they finally went back to the
drawing room they found that Mr.. g
Thurston had brought in the Scotch .
and vichy, had mixed highbal1 for
himself and was trying to persuade