The Pensacola journal. (Pensacola, Fla.) 1898-1985, 1919-07-17
They Have Cherries Trip to a SUI
burdan Town on a Dismal
RAINY Nioht

Rainy Night.
Look dear. isn't that restaurant
over there?'
Warren lifted the dripping umbrella
and peered across the dimly lit, rain
driven village street.
Dairy lunchroOm," in a tone of dis
gust( as he caught a glimpse of the
cash register an dthe marble topped
tables through the glass door. we
We're dwelling idiots not 10 eat be-
fore we started. Stand nightly slim
chance of getting anything around
here"
But whatever the discomforts of the
dinner an devening. Helen felt free
from all blame. for Warren had planned
this trip.
Several weeks before he said not
TO make any enga gements 70 rthe 18th
as they We're going up TO Milford TO
see Jack Maxwell in an amateur play.
1t was so unlike Warren to attend an
affair of this kind that Helen had not
taken IL seriously. But that morning
at breakfast he told her to met him
at 80 that they would take an early
train and get dinner at milford.
Wen not go if it rains ?" protested
Helen looking at the grey threatening
sky.
Rain? Think I'd let a little rain
keep me from seeing Max make fool
of himself. Not much"
But now as they splashed through
the dark rain-swirled streets, with the
prospect of a dairy lunch room dinner,
Warren's ardor was dampened
There, that's more like it, as two
signs Milford House Grill" and Cafe
| shone out cheerfully ahead. we can
| at least get something to drink there"
oh, its an old fashioned country
! hotel" exclaimed Helen gleefully as
| they went up the steps. Just the kind
of place we'd hoped we'd find"
1t was an old fashioned frame house
/ mi ~ nj iaI Il
/ ter hall was used as an office.
A man, evidently the proprietor,
| pleased with having guests on so rainy
a night, came from behind the desk
with a hospitable good evening"
| Can you give us something to eat?'
! asked Warren, ramming his dripping
umbrella into a stand at the door.
Yes. sir, certainly" leading them
| into the dining room, which was empty
and dark except for a single gas jet
Hastily he lit up the center chandelier
and turned to Warren with an apollo
getic Its a little late for our regular
supper, sir. but we can give you any
thing you want" What have you got
| that's good p For Warren knew that
| whatever you want" in country
two three things.
Nice sirloin steak, sir, or we can
broil you a chicken"
! Warren ordered a steap and French
in doubt about the culinary resources
of a place.
i Helen always interested in the at
mosphere of rooms and places. was in
terested in looking around
The wall paper was a cheerful flow
cred red and white, the floor was COW
cred with linoleum an da dingy red
carpet. over the mantel hung some
colored coaching and hunting csenes
Haven't any too much time. That
shows supposed to begin at Sis. Hope
they'll hurry aloIg that steak as
Warren drained his cocktail.
Helen had been making futile efforts
to fix her hair, which was almost dOwr
from the constant jogging of Werren's
umbrella against her hat. AS they
were alone i nthe dining room she now
went over to the mantel mirror, but
found that her pocket comb was not
| in her handbag.
| "Oh, I've lost my comb-what shall
do? l cannot go to that place with
my hair like this
| Never mind the primping-hert
comes the steak"
Helen went back to the table with
the uncomfortable feeling that a wom-
an always has when her hair is loose
and no rethrusting Of hairpins vii
help.
'.How's that" demanded Warren
who had carved into the steak, and
now held up a piece with critical APP
prevail. Pretty good sirloln, Ell? Done
enough for your"
oh. yes, plenty
The potatoes We're not the ordinary
soggy French fried, but We're Drowned
! to a golden turn, smoking hot and de
liciously mealy inside.
KNEW we'd get good plain food
here" declared Warren with satisfac-
ton Never order any fancy stuff al
a place like this"
Their table was by window ane
new through the rain blurred glass
Helen saw the colored lights of g
drug store acros sthe street.
Dear. 1 know they have combs Over
| there When wire through can't we
run over and get me one pleadingly
1T won't take a minute.
Now we've got no time TO fool
Shove your hair up under your hat
Who's going to notice you anyway
But I'll have to take my hat off
won't II"
How do 1 know" with a shrug
shows. But I'd go anywhere TO SEE
Max try to act. They've been re
hearsing this dope for about si'
months. He's been spOuting about i
, ever since-the to be or not to was
: style
ITO be or not to was.." laughed
Helen. Il never heard that before. Blu
1 didn't know it was ShakespeariaI
play"
ITS not. but he's got an idea he cal
act. and he's studying on the side
That's the joke-he really thinks h
, can act. Ha, Hal Warren threw bacl