The Pensacola journal. (Pensacola, Fla.) 1898-1985, 1919-07-17
THEIR MARRIED LIFE

! his head with deep laugh. Maxwell
| is a mighty fine fellow-but act! on,
say. it's TO be rich"
! The waitress came up now with a
solicitous inquiry.
No. l guess that's about all we've
/ got time for. You can bring the check.
How about tipping her.? as she dis
/ appeared. she looks to me like the
/ proprietor's wife"
But Helen was much too worried
/ about her hair TO be concerned about
the status of the waitress.
Dear I'm going TO run over to that
DRUG store 70 ra comb. I'll be back
! before you'll get the change.
"Unheeding the protest Warren aaras[l
the office and through the street She
had not waited to take the umbrella
but the rain had slackened some.
| The drug clerk who weighing
out cough drops looked up in surprise
as she entered with a GREATNESS:
"A comb. Any kind of comb"
The next moment she had comb
cheap en-cent one with leatherette
case and was darting back.
Have you a dressing room?" she
! now asked the waitress who was now
making change from the drawer in
/ the office.
Yes, maam, right UP the stairs at
your left"
The first door was ajar and Helen
|
a country hotel bedroom with the
musty odor that comes from such
| room, shut UP rainy night. Across
the hall was sort of parlor with
| cheap upholstered furniture. and fur
Their on was the dressing room.
Before the small cracked mirror,
which hung over an unvarnished table.
she quickly took down her hair, braided
and coiled it securely. Then with a
feeling of immense relief that she could
now enjoy the evening, she hurried
down.
Warren. already in his overcoat. was
waiting with savage scowl.
Know what time it is? Ten after
eight, You never go anywhere that
you're not everlastingly powdering and
Think everybody'n be looking at you
instead of the stage, do YOU"
Why, dear" ventured Helen unhap
PLY, My hair was almost down" The
proprietor who had directed Warren
how to reach the church where the
play being given, now followed
them out into the porch with final:
Three blocks straight ahead and
then to the left"
At the first crossing. with a splash,
Helen stepped into a puddle.
Look where you put your feet"
growled Warren.
Then as she glanced down at her
spattered skirt she stopped short with
a dlSrnayed:
oh"
Now what's the natter"
"Oh, nothing, only l must have left
my overshoes under the table. But II
doesn't matter" hastily They're old
ones-and these shoes are heavy.
without a word Warren switched
her around, and in grim silence
marched her back to the hotel. AT
the gate she broke away from him and
, ran ahead through the office and into
the dining room. where her overshoes
! were still under the table.
. "Oh, I'm so sorry" as she Joined him
, ! breathleSsly. We won't be late If we
hurry, will We? These things never
begin on time"
, Without deignging an answer, War
rem STROBE on fast that Helen had
almost 10 run to keep under the UNI
breila One of her overshoes was loose
! and when she stopped to stamp it on
! he jerked his arm away and stalked
J on ahead.
! She caught up with him, but her
, oyershoe was still loose and as they
crosse dthe street il came off in the
, mud.
What the DEVILS the matter now!
, savagely. as she turned TO look for 1t
"One of my overshoes came Off
, falteringly. But we won't stop 70
| look for it,"
NO, by George we won't! You We
done about enough to queer this eve
! ming Now come on!"