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The Married Life of Helen and Warren
E By MABEL HERBERT URNER ]
l Originator of “Their Married Life.” Author of “The I
Journal of a Neglected Wife,” “The Woman Alone,” etc.
They Dine at an Anarchist Restaurant in an Atmosphere
of Real Bohemia
(Copyright, 1915, by the McClure Newspaper Syndicate.)
The clatter of dishes mingled with
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through to what had been the back
parlor of the once dignified old house.
Although Helen had wanted to see
what this much-talked-of anarchist
restaurant was like, the stifling cig
arette smoke and bare tables were
not alluring. She was almost glad
when Warren came back with a brief
“full up.”
But as they turned to leave some
bedy called out jovially, *“Hold on
there! Always room for two more!”
Warren nodded his thanks as they
took the end of a bench made vacant
by the others sliding themselves and
their dishes closer together.
Somebody shoved toward Warren a
soiled menu mimeographed in purple
ink. Glancing over his shoulder,
Helen saw the items, “Bean soup, 10c¢;
Small steak, 25¢; Succotash, 5¢,” and
promptly decided that the food was
too cheap to be either good or clean.
“Seem to be shy on waiters,” War
ren tried to catch the eye of a man
in shirt sleeves dashing kitchenward
with an overloaded tray.
“Steve's the only food slinger here
—but he's a wonder,” a man opposite
informed them sociably.
“He must be to wait on this
crowd,” admitted Warren.
“Never been to Mollie's before?”
“This is our first offense.”
“Well, I'll show you the ropes.
. Write your order on this,” reaching
for a small pad, “and give it to Stewve.
Thßp JOPERE AL, o i iy
“Any bread up that way?” called
someone.
“Sure!” and a long French loaf
went coasting down the bare table.
Helen thought of the wet, dirty
dishcloth with which Steve had just
wiped off one of the other tables, and
decided not to eat any bread.
“How about a cocktail?” Warren
#sked their friend opposite. “Can you
get anything to drink here?”
“If they know you. Take a chance
—write it down anyway.”
“Dear, look!” Helen was gazing at
the weird hectic-colored posters above
the line of ccats. ‘“Are they Cubist
and Futurist—or what?”
“There's the chap that drew them.”
The man opposite pointed cut an
anemic-locking youth with flowing
hair and tie. ‘“Maybe he knows.”
Steve now dashed up with a tray
laden with bowls of thick, reddish
brown bean soup. Two of these he
shoved across the table to Warren,
The soup had slopped over the
nickel edge of the bowl in gmeary
brown streaks. With a feeling of re
vulsion Helen pushed it from her.
“What's the matter?” sharply. “Now
no supercilious airs here!”
“But, Warren, 1 can't very well eat
goup with a fork,” for only a fork and ‘
a black-handled knife were at her
place.
“The spoons are out there in the
pantry—in a box to your right,” was
the helpful suggestion of a young
woman next to Helen,
With the air of a habitue, Warren
gtrode back to the green swinging
door, beyond which several of the
others had foraged.
“Did things look clean?” whispered
Helen when he returned with the
gpoon,
“Didn’'t notice,” indifferently. “Ah,
here we are!” as Steve slammed be
fore them two cocktails in plain whis
ky glasses.
The cocktails were dark and sweet.
ieh, and Helen drank hers with dis
taste, but it gave her courage to try
the soup.
“1f Steve don't bring all you order”
(the man opposite reached for his hat
and coat), “hustle out and help your
gelf. That's the rule here.”
Hie place was soon taken by a dark,
foreign-looking woman with gleaming
black eyes and pallid skin, She
gecmed well known here, and was
greeted with eareless familiarity.
“One of my blue days,” as she lit
a cigarette with long, nervous hands.
“How 1 loathe Sunday! If I'd had a
yood dose of eyanide, I'd have shuf
fled off tcday.”
“Oh, we all feel iike that at times,”
comforted the man with the Vandyke
beard who sat next to her. “What
got you hipped today?” 3
“1 don’t know,” musingly, watching
the cirele of her cigarette gmoke, “ex.
cept this was the anniversary of my
divoree.”
“Wouldn't mind a little thing like
that,” said her neighbor cheerfully.
Taking off her dusty black hat, she
tossed it up on a hook. Her dark,
cloudy hair was coiled in a careless
knot low on her neck.
Helen watched her, fascinated. It
was a glimpse into a different world.
Who was this weird, dark-eyed wom
an? What did she do? In spite of
her unhealthy pallor and her shabbi
ness, she was curiously attractive.
“Now that's what I call a fetching
get-up,” grinned Warren as a man
came in with a slouch hat, baggy cor
duroy trousers, and sandaled feet.
“Sandals!” Helen stared at the tan
straps over the black socks.
“We've struck the real thing this
time,” with a chuckle. ‘“Wonder if
that's a bomb,” as another newcomer
deposited a box on the mantel.
But it contained nothing more
alarming than some announcements
of a “Feminist Ball,” which were dis
tributed with jovial comments.
As several were now leaving, the
| man with the Vandyke beard rose and
i hospitably announced:
| “A jamboree at Jimmie's tonight!
| Everybody come that can!”
; “Oh, I don’t think I'll go after ail,”
| murmured the dark-eyed woman.
| “What're you going to do?”
| “Go back to my room and mepe,”
| flicking the ashes from her ciga
| rette.
“Don’t be a focl,” lighting his pipe.
“Where're you living now?”
“Same place — 3%0 Washington
| square. It's rotten—but the room'’s
{only four per. Man overhead walked
the floor all last night.”
“That was pleasant. Ycu come on
to Jimmie's! Have a drink first.”
“No, thanks. I'm not drinking. So
long. Tell Jimmie my mocd's not
hilarious encugh for his party.”
| Taking a quarter from her hungry
; looking purse, she laid it by her plate,
reached for her hat and jacket, and
| hurried out.
thick with smoke
and garlic. The
long tables were
without cloths,
and wooden
benches took the
place of chairs.
Around the walls
was a line of
hooks, from which
hung a motley ar
ray of wraps.
From the door
way they scanned
crowded tables for
an empty place.
“How about that
other room? You
wait here,” and
Warren strode
280 Washington square—what kind
of a place was it? wondered Helen. To
what dingy, dreary room was this wo
man returning?
It was late now, and the crowd was
gradually thinning, ‘Mollie” herself
came out from the pantry, rolled down
her sleeves, took off her apron, and
sat at one nmm;em” She
was tall and angular, with short, bushy
hair, and an interesting face.
“Good crowd tonight, Mollie?”
“Fair. Forty-eight. If they'd only
come earlier.”
“No. I'll pay for my own dinner. 1
graft on cigarettes—but not on food,”
insisted a girl as a man went up to
Mollie with two checks.
“I'll have to sign for mine tonight,”
announced the man with the sandals
as Mollie drew from a deep pocket a
bag of change.
“Wonder if 1 dare tip her?” mut
tered Warren.
But when Mollie handed him his
change, it was with a friendly “Good
night” and an air that plainly implied
“no tips.”
Outside it was snowing—wet, sting
ing flakes. Helen shivered and held
her muff to her face as they started
down the ice-coated steps. |
“Wasn't it interesting?” oagerly}
taking his arm: ‘“But not at all what
1 expected. 1 always thought an
archists—"
“Oh, they're not the bomb-chucking
kind;"” Warren paused to turn up his
collar. “Just an impracticable bunch,
trying to make over the world. Did
vou hear that chap spcuting about the
war and universal anarchy?”
“No, 1 was watching the woman op
posite us. Wasn't she weird? Yet,"
musingly, “in a way she was fascinat
ing, too. There's Washington square
ijuit ahead. let's walk through and
‘ see what 380 is like.”
~ “Some studio joint. Know what's
‘the matter with her—don't you?"”
“Why no” wonderingly; “what do
you mean?”’
"DODQ.”
“Oh!" with a shudder, tightening
her hold on his arm. '
They were on the gouth eide of the
square now, and through the !wirl-|
ing snow Helen tried to read the!
numbers over the dimly lit doorways.
384, 382, 380—the shabblest of all’
that shabby row. The lower windows
were dark, but there was a faint light
on the tkird floor. The blind was up
and Helen could see the dim, un-|
ghaded gas jet and a patch of wnll-'
paper, It loocked unutterably dreary. |
Was that her rcom? Was she up
there now, trying to fight off the crav
ing for the drug that was wrecking
her?
For a fleeting #econd Helen had a
wild impulse to dash up to that room
~to tell that woman that she wanted
to help her. Then, as Warren impa
tiently drew her on, she lowered her
face in her muff and hurried along the
slippery pavement without looking
back.
The whole evening had been for
Helen an illuminating glimpse into
the eareless good-fellowship, the reck
lese impreddence, and the sordidness
of Bohéwr¥nism. And now she
pressed cw&rmm a throbh
of thuw time. The t life o
which Wtfi jM
CHARLTON COUNTY HERALD, FOLKSTON, GEORGIA.
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115 LI CYVANTE OF LIER
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Here's my guarantee—Go to any
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bottle of Dodson's Liver Tone. Take a
TAKE PLEASURE IN HAGGLING
Tibetans Will Not Be Denied the Joys
That Accrue From the Sense
of Bargaining. v
“Mornin’ time, bargain time!"S@lls
out one of the- peddlers by the b
side in Tibet cheerfully as he
vou returning from a glimpse of the
snows at sunrise. You bid him come
to you, and from one of the innumer
able pockets concealed in his volu
minous robe he will produce a perfect
little jade cup, or a ,Tibetan coffee
pot, or gold copper and precious
stones, or perhaps a huge lump of
rough turquoise hewn to look like a
couch with a tiny gold Buddha reclin
ing on it.
Then comes the bargaining, in which
he and all his friends take part agamnst
vour single self. |
It can all be done by signs and
smiles and patience and in the long
run you will get some things well
worth having at a very reasonable
price. _
But you must have no false pride
about bargaining. It is an elementary
part of these people’s nature,and the
joy of selling will leave them forever
when the day of haggling is done.
l No Speed Marvel.
“Is vour hired man about th’ place,
Ezry?”
“No. I sent him to th’ cross roads
to fetch th’ mail.”
“I see a cloud o' dust down th’ road.
Mebby that's him comin’ now.” :
“’Tain't likely. I don’t s’pose he
ever moved fast enough in his hull
life to raise a cloud o’ «d!}st." i
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An Error in Debate. 3
“I think I made a mistake in argu
ing the question of expense with my
wife.”
“What do you mean?”
“She wanted an automobile and I
inadvertently told her that I couldn't
afford it.”
“Well?”
“Now she wants it worse than be
fore.”—Detroit Free Press.
Sympathy.
Mamie—ll see, operated by two men,
a machine invented by a Chicago ho
}tel steward will wash and dry more
than 18,000 dishes an hour.
~ Julie—That's the way of the men.
Trying to knock poor mother out of
work!
For lame back use Hanford's Bal
sam, applied thoroughly and well rub
bed in. Adv.
Perverse Human Nature, ’
“Is it true that poverty improves a
man's perspective?” |
“I doubt it.” |
“Then, how about riches?”
“The result is the same, When a
man's poor he can't appreciate the
simple life because he has to live i,
and when he's rich he can’t appreci
ate the simple life because his doctor
recommends it.”
Too Late,
Bill-It has been estimated that the
heat received in a year by the earth
from the sun s sufficient to melt a
layer of ice 100 feet in thickness cov
ering the globe,
Jill=And yet we have to go hacking
at it on the sidewalk with an old
hatchet, just the same.
Beat Milton's Record.
Student—l heard that Milton spent
fifteen days on one page when writing
“Paradise Lost"
Convict — That nothing. 1 have
been on one sentence sixX Years.-
Brooklyn Star,
To Drive Out Malaria
And Build Up The System
Take the Old Standard GROVE'S
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Not Under the Circumstances,
“Were you surprised to hear of
Jones' death?”
“Not at all. 1 knew he was being
attended by a physician.”
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spoonful and if it doesn’t straighten
You right up and make you feel fine
and vigorous 1 want you to go back to
the store and get your money. Dod
son’s Liver Tone is destroying the
sale of calomel becauze it is real liver
medicine; entirely vegetable, therefore
it cannot salivate or make you sick.
I guarantee that one spoonful of
Dodson’s Liver Tone will put your
sluggish liver to work and clean your
bowels of that sour bile and consti
pated waste which is clogging your
system and making you feel miserable.
I guarantee that a bottle of Dodson’s
Liver Tone will keep your entire fam
iiy feeling fine for months. Give it to
your children. It is harmless; doesn't
gripe and they like its pleasant taste.
Rocky Roads of China.
We all know the description of the
snakes in Ireland: “There are none,”
and much the same might be said
about the roads in China. There are
so-called roads, certainly, upon which
the people move about, but 1 have
seldom met one that was any better
than the surrounding country, and
very, very often on this journey 1
met roads where it was ease and lux
ury to move off them on to the neigh
boring plowed field. The recipe for
& road there in the North seems to
be: “Take a piece of the country that
is really too bad to plow or to use for
any agricultural purposes whatever,
that a mountain torrent, in fact,
has given up as too much for the
water, upset a stone wall over it, a
stone wall with good large stones in it,
take care they never for a moment lie
evenly, and you have a road.—Wide
World Magazine. ‘
A Ghastly Fear, 2
Mrs. Strongmind—Henry, I want
you to come straight home as soon as
you leave the office, every day! You
were twenty minutes late yesterday,
and it gave me quite a shock.
Henry-—Yes, Henrietta. But you
didn't think I'd been run over by a
car, did you?
Mrs. Strongmind—No; but how was
I to know that somebody wasn't hold
ing you for ransom ?—Puck,
Newspaper stereotypers use Han
ford's Balsam of Myrrh for relief from
splashing metal burns. Adv.
Gave Him Pause,
Wife—Henry, you really must have
the landlord come and see for himself
the damage the rain did to our ceil
ing.
Hub—l can't without letting him see
the damage the children have done to
the rest of the house.
* But SBhe Can Stop Her Ears.
“Pa, what is an echo?”
“An echo, my son, is the only thing
that can cheat a woman out of the
last word.”
Sight Came Too Late,
She—~When you married me you
sald you were well off,
He—Bo 1 wae, but I didn’t know it
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Well Named.
They were talking about a promis
ing young man who had failed to make
good as a traveling salesman.
The first man said to the other
man:
"It was queer about the boy. He
seemed to be a regular whirlwind.
His first trip was a rattling success,
but all he brought back from his
second trip was a bunch of foolish
excuses.”
“What was it you called him—a
whirlwind ?”
“Yes.”
“] see, All ‘whirl’ at the beginning,
and all ‘wind’' at the finish.”—Cleve
land Plain Dealer,
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Good Advice,
“Mother, how had I better dress for
my motorboat trip this afternoon?”
“Who is going with you, dear?”
“Mr, Scatterbrain.”
“Then you'd better wear a bathing
suit and a life preserver.”
When a man is down and out he is
about all in.
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Siander, sir! You do not know what
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light sound, skimming the earth like
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The Way Out,
“Sometimes I think,” remarked the
timid young man in the parlor scene,
“that if I—er—had money I would
er—get married.”
“Well,” suggested the dear girl who
was occupying the other end of the
sofa, “why don't you try and-—er—
borrow some?”
A Modern Incubus.
“Poor Dobble! He was the victim
of an unfortunate automobile aceident
yesterday."”
“Goodness! What happened?”
“He fell into casual conversation
with a smoothtongued person who
turned out to be an automobile sales.
man and sold him one.”
Repartee,
“Did 1 make myself plain, sir?”
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