The Falls City tribune., 1909-07-30
Out In the Cold
Winkle Decided to Take
the Fresh-Aa Cure

on his face a smile of supreme salts
faction.
As for Mrs. Wrinkle, she regarded
the bundle with the suspicion born of
long experience.
What have you been doing now?"
she asked.
Nothing much-only preparing my
self against all forms of insidious dis
ease, terrifying myself against every
known germ. building myself up, max
ing a new man out of myself"
Tell me the worst, at once, and
please don't keep me in suspense"
Wrinkle stopped christening the
bundle, and came over to where his
wife sat.
You have probably heard" he said,
"of the fresh air cure. You know that
now it is Advocated mean insisted
upon-by practically every health
board in the country. Indeed, no In
telligent person can afford to neglect
1t. Here"
Wrinkle spread out about 25 feet of
canvas-'is one of the latest and
most approved appliances.
you see." he went on with the air
of an accomplished demonstration,
this goes on the back piazza. You at
tach these ends to the side of the
house. Then, by means of these pull
leys, you lower the shades to suit
yourself"
Where do you sleep?"
'In my little bed, of course. l
came home early in order to move 1t
out"
Mrs. Wrinkle was rapidly getting
angry.
Are you going to move your bed
out on the piazza2" she demanded.
81 most certainly am"
Mrs. Wrinkle shivered slightly.
II guess" she said, that you will
find it pretty cold out there on that
piazza. My dear, you will catch YOU
death"
Wrinkle had his coat off, and was al
ready working at taking down his bed.
In the course of an hour he had the
whole apparatus rugged up on the rear
porch. 1t certainly did look inviting.
He dragged his wife out to view 1t.
"There." he exclaimed. Isn't that
perfect? Just think, my dear girl.
what this means to me-"
"Umph! I'm thinking of what 1t
will mean to me If you get cold, and I
have to take care of you. My dear,
don't be foolhardy. Take my advice,
just this once, and don't make a fool
of yourself. Remember, you are not
used to it."
ooh, I'll remember"
Toward evening the thermometer
began to drop. Outside the wind
blew clear and sharp. Wrinkle and his
wife sat down after dinner by the
coy fire, but it was evident that
Wrinkle, even before their regular bed
time, was beginning to get uneasy,
and as the hour approached his joy
usnes increased.
A few moments later, arrayed in a
patent flannel robe that he had pur-
chased for the occasion, he solemnly
and with as much dignity as his
covering permitted-kissed her good
night. The door closed behind him.
All was silence.
1t was midnight. The door Of Mrs.
Wrinkles room softly opened. A dark
form stole silently in.
Wake up!"
Mrs. Wrinkle, still drowsy, muttered:
well, what is it?"
"I don't think" chartered Wrinkle,
his teeth playing like c%astanets, that
l got that flap fixed just right. But I'll
fix it up tomorrow. Brr. Guess I'll
come in with YOU"
Mrs. Wrinkle began to awake to her
peril.
mo, you WON'T" she cried. "Im
nice and warm and coy, and I'm oh
so sleepy, too. You go away and don't
bother me-"
"Brr."
Let me in, I say. I want to get
warm"
Mrs. Wrinkle rose up in bed.
Never! You go away. You've
made your bed-you go and lie in It.
Do you suppose I'm going to have you
warm yourself at my expense?
Never!"
You're a heartless woman. l
wouldn't turn away a dog on a night
like this. Hear the wind howl! Bril-"
"You go away"
But, dearest! Sweetheart! l never
was so cold in my life. ear feel
pneumonia coming on"
II don't care" she muttered, you
Just 60 away and don't bother me. l
wouldn't let you get In here for a
million dollars"
And, shaking and shivering, the
fiannelrobed specter silently stole
away.
The next morning early Mrs.
Wrinkle awoke with a start, a vague
something on her mind and con
science. AS she regained her senses
repentance filled her soul. She sprang
out of bed and a through the house
searching for her husband.
She found him at last, stretched be-
fore the CRATE fire, upon which he had
evidently passed most of the night
heaping wood-judging by the pile of
ashes.
please forgive me-" she cried, "but
really T couldn't I cou1dn'ti II fook