The Pensacola journal. (Pensacola, Fla.) 1898-1985, 1919-01-09
Their Married Life
BY MABEL HERBERT uRNER

Helen was tired, tired and warm.
and just a little irritable. There is
nothing more trying than continuous
shopping and sight seeing.
BY the large gilt clock over jewel
er's window on the Rue de la Prix it
was now half-past four. Helen passed
undoubtedly. She was too tired to do
anything more, yet too restless to go
back to the hotel and wait two long
hours before Warren would come.
She would go somewhere and have
tea-that would give her a chance to
rest. The Ritz, Why not go there?
She knew that to have tea on the ter
race CT the Ritz was one of the things
ITO do while in Paris.
When she reached the imposing en-
trance of this smart hotel, Helen won
dered if her simple travelling suit
might not be rather plain for tea at so
pretentious a place. But at least, no
one would know her.
Helen was always impressed by the
atmosphere Of appointments of great
hotel When she was with Warren
his assured man of the world air
gave her confidence, but now as she
passed alone through the luxurious
foyer and lounging rooms she felt
both timid and self-conscious.
The terrace, an inner court garden,
was gay with flowers and the red and
white parsol-shaped awnings that
shaded each table, it looked like gar
den party on the stage, and a con-
cea1ed orchestra, playing softly.
heightened this inspiration.
There was a small vacant table
near the entrance and Helen took it
hurriendly. She wished now she had
waited to come some afternoon when
she was more appropriately gowned,
for her dark tailored suit seemed con-
spicuous among all those light sum-
mer dresses of silk and chiffons.
To Helen's surprise a waiter now
hurried up to her and began talking
very fast in French. Seeing that she
did not understand, he rushed off and
returned with an arrogant head wait
er who spoke English.
I'm sorry, madame, but you cannot
sit here. This table is reserved"
Helen flushed. There was a subtle
note of condescension in his voice
which she sensed was due to her plain
gown.
THAT is also reserved" as she gath
cred up her purse and gloves and
turned to another table, "but I can
seat you inside
Intuitively Helen knew that the
tables were not reserved, OUT INdC lie
did not wish to give her a desirable
table that would seat four. For a
moment she forgot her shyness and
self consciousness and turned to the
pompcus head waiter with blazing
eyes.
do you mean to tell me that every
vacant table on this terrace is taken"
Yes, madame. but I will give you a
table inside"
With flaming cheeks Helen turned
to leave the place. She felt that
everyone was looking at her. oh. why
had she come here? Why had she
ment?
IT am fortunate! This is one of the
unexpected pleasules that don't very
often happen
Startled, Helen turned to find be-
side her the man she had met in the
Louvre. He looked even taller and
more distinguished than she had re-
membered him. With increased con-
fusion she murmured some almost in
audible greeting.
Please don't say that you've al
ready had your tea?"
mo. II" Helen's eyes were still
ablaze. "the waiter just told me all
these tables were engaged"
(Which waiter was that?" de de-
manded quickly.
1.-The head waiter-the one that's
coming now" for that pompous indi-
vidual was fastening toward them