Richmond Palladium (Daily), Volume 41, Number 81, 14 February 1916 — Page 10
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PAGE TEN THE RICHMOND PALLADIUM AND SUN-TELEGRAM. MONDAY, FEB. 14, 1916.
Helen and Warren Series; Story of Their Married Life
"Everythiug all right, sir?" The head waiter paused solicitously. "Very good," commended Warren. "Pretty lively here tonight." "Yes, we're crowded now, but it begins to thin out about nine." "Do a good supper business?" "Not what it ought to be. Used to be jammed here after the theatre. Now they pass by go to a cheaper place or go home. Nobody in the show buslness's got any money this year." While Warren was talking to the head waiter Helen had caught the raised voice from the table just back of them. A woman was querulously reproaching a man for neglecting her. "That's a He and you know it!" her voice rose in angry shrillness. "You had her out last night. You took her to Maxim's Jim saw you there. And 'twas my money that paid for the supper." The man's mumbled reply Helen could not hear.
"I tell you, I'm tired of supporting
you," the woman shilled on. "You've lied to me and fooled me just long enough. Why should I turn over my
hard-earned money to you? What you
don't spend on drink you spend on that woman. It's not as if " Here the orchestra started up, and the rest was lost. "Dear, look at that couple back of us," whispered Helen, leaning forward i tensely. "Tell me what they're like." "Man looks like a bounder. See 'em ! in the glass, can't you?" A swift glance at the mirrored wall; I yes, she could see them both. The man was about thirty, fastidiously groomed, with a coarsely handsome, wine-flushed face, prominent black eyes and a Roman nose. The woman sat with her back to Helen, their chairs almost touching. She was much older, thirty-five or forty, and rather stout, but she was carefully made up and expensively and
youthfully gowned. They were drink
Ing Rhine wine, and they both had had
too much.
"What's the point?" asked Warren cynically, as Helen's gaze did not leave the mirror. "Friends of yours?"
"Oh, I suppose I shouldn't have lis
tened, but I couldn't help hearing.
They're quarreling, and she said she
was tired of supporting him. Dear, DO women really do that? How can
a man take money from a woman?" "That's not a man," with a con
temptuous snort. "That's only one of ' these pinheaded skates who hang
, around Broadway."
The orchestra had stopped now, and ! above the buzz of voices Helen caught
the woman's excited:
"Sure I'm sore! I got a right to 1 be sore. And it ain'st just the money.
It's all the lies you've told me that's what makes me sore."
Again the man's muffled retort, ; which Helen could not hear. But she
could see bis insolent shrug and sneer
ing defiance. He was leaning back, a cigar In his mouth, his hands in his
; pockets.
Suddenly, in the mirror, his eyes met Helen's, and held them with a I bold, insolent stare. She turned away,
I the blood leaping to her face. "Want anything else?"- asked WarI ren, taking up the dinner card, j "No no, it's so close in here," feeling that the man's gaze was still upon her. "Let's get out into the fresh air."
, What had he thought? Was he ! presumptous enough to mistake her glance for admiration? Studiously she kept her eyes from the mirror while Warren paid the check. But as the waiter helped her on with her wrap, ' she saw by a swift side glance that
the man was still watching her. "What's the hurry?" demanded War
ren as she pushed past him , in her eagerness to escape from that insistent gaze.
"Oh, my hair's every way. I'm go
ing in here," turning toward a curtained doorway, while he got his coat from the check boy. Even in the dressing room Helen
could not through off the unpleasant im
pression of the man's presumptuous
stare. Her face still burned as she nervously smoothed her hair. The door swung open. There was a whiff of a heavy lilac perfume. Helen caught her breath it was the woman who had sat behind them. ' Without a glance at Helen, she drop
ped into a chair before one of the
dressing tables and proceeded to take a powder rag from her stocking. Under the glaring shadeless light ohe looked much older, and showed tho effects of the wine much more than in the restaurant. "Where's that maid? Ain't there no powder round this place?" "1 haven't seen any maid, but I can give you some powder," offered Helen. "That's enough. Thanks. I'm all in
tonight," dabbing on the powder. "Plague take it," as it scattered on her blue satin bust. ' She made a half-hearted attempt to brush it off with her handkerchiefThen suddenly she dropped her head into her large jeweled hands with a hiccoughing Bob. "Oh, I'm all in tonight! Say, what'd you think of a man, who'd blow in your money on another woman? A lazy, worthless Oh, but what's the use? I'll tell you I'm all in it's my head." "Wine always makes my head ache. I wouldn't drink any more tonight, if I were you," advised Helen. "Oh, it ain't the wine, it's that hound. He treats me as though I was the dirt under his feet. But I'll show him," vindictively. "I get back at him. And as for that little minx Oh, but what's the use?" And her head went down on the dressing table. For a moment Helen stood awkward and embarrassed. Her first impulse was to slip away, for she knew Warren was waiting impatiently just outside. Then she went over and touched the heaving blue satin shoulder.
"I wouldn t give way so. Hell see that you've been crying." Here the door opened again and a girl swished in a typical Broadway type, slim, short-skirted, with white spats and a fruit sauces hat. "What's the matter?" powdering her nose with an indifferent glance at the sobbing woman. "She sick?" "She's just a little upset," murmured Helen, ashamed of not wanting to seem to be connected with her. "A drop too much, eh? Buck up, old girl.". Then pulling up her stockings and pulling down-her shirt waist, she swung out. "You're all right now, aren't you?" asked Helen soothingly. The woman was gazing in he mirror at her tear-bleared eyes. "Good, how old I look! That's why
he's tagging after that little squit! I Rut HhA rnn't hnlrl him oho ain't ent
a red cent. Oh, that's where I've got him," gloatingly. "And he'll walk the chalk or he'll not get another penny. Oh, I can hold him all right long as I'm making good money." . "But why do you want to hold him if he only cares for your money?" "Why?" excitedly. "Don't you think I get lonely? Don't I want somebody to take me out? And .he's got a. way with him, Jack has, that, any woman would fall for. Got a cigarette?" Helen shook her head. "Where's that maid gone, anyway? She always has cigarettes. Yes, I know he's not worth holdin' on to. Go ahead, tell me I'm a fool! But if I work hard for my money, why shouldn't I throw it away if I want to?" "I can't stay any longer," murmured Helen. "My- somebody's waiting for me." She had caught back the word husband, fearing the suggested companionship and security might add to the woman's dejection. . "Say, have that boy out there get me a box of cigarettes," thrusting at Helen a dollar bill. "I'm all in. , Got to have one to quiet me." Outside Warren was pacing scowlingly up and down the corridor. "What under Heaven? Just about to send in for you." "Oh, dear, the strangest thing! That woman, the one who sat behind us, is in there. She's gone all to pieces. I'm afraid she's " "She's soused, that's what's the
matter. Don't waste , any sympathy on her." " ; -s ' "But I've got to send her in some cigarettes." SheTgave me this to give to the boy. You. get them I'll take them in to her."" L. . "Think I'll have'you fussing ; over that woman?. Jove,, you can drum up the weirdest acquaintances!" He strode over to the hat boy. "Here, take that box of cigarettes and the change into the dressing room."
The boy took the bill and darted
down the corridor to the cigar stand "Let's wait and see that she gets them." pleaded Helen. "
"Now that's enough of this tomfoolerv." and Warren Dushed her out
through the revolving door. "Talk about mandlin sympathy, you've got it on tap! Fairly splashes over.".
"Maudlin was word Helen always shrank from. It meant to her the
cheapest and most mawish sentimen
tality, and because he knew it hurt her Warren was constantly accusing her
her of it. But now she let it pass.
She was wondering what the woman would say when she went back to that man at the table. Would she rage out at him, or would the fear of losing him altogether have a restrain
ing effect? .
After all she was only doing what countless other women were doing in to some man, holding by every means
and every allurement in their power,
At least this woman did deceive herself. She was too wordly-wise to
think the man loved her. She knew he did not. "Yet because she loved him worthless as he was, she showered on him money the only allurement she
possessed.
It was only another phase of the baffling, inexplicable vagaries of a
woman's love.
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Emmy Wehlen, the star of many big
dramatic and musical productions in both London and New York, will be seen on the screen at the Palace Tuesday in the Rolfe-Metro photo-dramatic production, "Tables .Turned." This popular star will have the support of an exceptional cast, headed by H. Cooper Cliffe, the well-known dramatic actor. The story of "Tables Turned" is an unusual one, brimful of tense situations. LYRIC.
The Bison two-reel mystery drama, "Phantom Island," at the Lyric, tonight
written by Grace Cunard and produced
by Francis Ford, with Mr. Ford in the leading role, is one of the greatest photo-plays of adventure and mystery
ever depicted upon the screen.
Here we have a young couple, who
take a sea voyage for the mere pur
pose of becoming better acquainted.
Accompanying the man is his servant,
John, a faithful employe for many
years. The ship on which they are passengers encounters a typhoon and the two men and the girl are the only
survivors.
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Events in Liberty
By Elizabeth Draper.
Owen Rariden is in Indianapolis this week on business in the interest ot the Rude Manufacturing Co... . . .Mrs. A. L. Harlan and Mrs. Cad Tappen spent the day Thursday in Richmond..... L. B. Sherwood is in Louisville, Ky this week on business Miss Laura Dubois is spending this week with relatives in Indianapolis. . . . . Mrs. Frank Rude and little sons Harold and, Elliot, left the early part of this week for a visit with relatives in LaPorte. . ...G. W. Pigman was in Indianapolis on business the first part of this week. ... .Mrs. William Bishop of Camden, is the guest of her sister, Miss Ida Williams this week.. .. .Mrs. Herschell Wray returned to her home in Dayton Thursday after a weeks visit with her parents, Mr. and Mrs. James Irwin.. . . Jennie Updyke of Riley Ohio, spent several days here this week, the guest of Mas Ruth Rariden..... Miss Ida Williams is attending the millinery
opening at Cincinnati this week..... Miss Grace Crist returned home Wednesday from Indianapolis, where she has been attending the millinery openings Mrs. Clara Stiner returned to her home In Cincinnati Thursday after a visit with Mr. and Mrs. Gilbert Packer...:. Miss Bessie Colyers spent Wednesday and Thursday in Connersville, the guest of Mrs. Claire Mof fett. ....Mrs. S. D. Bowers of Hamilton, is visiting relatives here this week Miss Hazel Balph of Indianapolis, is the guest of Dr. and Mrs. Garrett Pigman... . .The Delta Theta Tau sorority held a meeting at the home of Miss Clarissa Shock, and initiated their pledge. Miss Lou Shupe, Friday evening.
LODGER TAKES TYPHOID.
LIBERTY, Ind., Ind., Feb. 14. Will Taylor, an Englishman, who applied
for lodging at the county jail Thurs
day night, and coming from Ohio, has developed a case of typhoid fever, and has been quite ill. He is under the care of the county physician.
The starfish of Japan is used to fertilize the land. It contains nearly 5 per cent of nitrogen.
Lazy Livers Come fron Lazy Living sometimes from food follies that tax the overworked digestive organs. Get back to Nature by eating Shredded Wheat. It puts you on your feet when everything else fails. It supplies the muscular energy and mental alertness that put you in fine fettle for the day's work. Delicious for breakfast with milk or cream, or for luncheon with fruits. Made at
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You may never want to sell your farm. But you may want to borrow on it. As a business farmer, then, you want to know its exact value s And so does the loan appraiser. He doesn't care what you paid; or what you can sell for; or what you think it's worth. He finds out. : c , How he finds out will interest you. It's told in What Is Your Farm Worth? an article that appears February 19th in
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