The San Francisco call., 1913-10-31
) Their Married Life .
Stays Home With Cold Has Most Try

BY MABEL HERBERT URNER

RBERT URNER
, roared, when Nora raised the win
dows in the library.
"Oh, Nora, forgot to tell you. .
Helen explained hastily. You needn't
try to clean much in here this morn
ing. And don't open any windows on
account of Mr. Curtis cold"
Got decent pen here?" demanded
Warren. as he sat down at the desk
to do some writing.
You want a stub, don't you? Will
this one do? oh, dear. I'm afraid
you're catching fresh cold" as Warren
sneezed explosively-
WHO wouldn't" savage1y, when
you throw open all the windows and
have a regular hurricane blowing
through here?"
Helen refrained from saying that
the windows had been open only a
second, for she had no desire to irri-
tate lfm further.
"Dear. If you'd inhale some hot
camphor water that might help That
was always my fathers remedy for a
cold. VIII you try it?''
Helen got the camphor bottle and
poured a teaspoonful into a cup OF
boiling water She placed the cup on
the desk before him and persuaded
him to inhale it. while she held a
towel over his head and shoulders to
keep in the fumes.
With the same solemnity with which
he sucked the lozenge Warren shifted
and snuffed up the fumes under the
towel When he emerged his face was
flushed and his hair steamed into
damp, clinging locks
To her surprise, half an hour later
he demanded more of the camphor.
That's great" It's clearing out
my head and nose. Don't feel so
stuffed up"
HE sCALDs HIMSELF
'.Oh, I'm so glad, dear. I'll get it
for you right away"
Again he bent over the camphor
fumes, but this time he bent so low
and snuffed so ardentfy that his nose
touched the scalding water.
With a howl of pain and rage he
hurled off the towel and sprang up
Dear, what is it?' excitedly. what
is the matter?v
''Matter?' he roared "Scalded my
nose in that blooming stuff"
"Oh, wait--rll get the cold creamr'
And Helen flew to her room
Ungraciously he submitted to hay
ing the redeemed end of his nose
gently coated with the cold cream
THAT perfumed stuff's no good"
smiling at it disapprovingly-
"Oh, yes, dear; it's splendid for
burns and scalds; it'll take out all
the Inflammation"
He demanded hand mirror and
gravely examined the cream coated
end of his nose, which gave him
clownlike look
The rest of the morning was for
Helen a trying time. The proverbial
snarling bear with sore head was
amiable compared to Warren with
sore nose. Helen could say or do
nothing that did not irritate him.
BY II the rain had stopped and the
sun was struggling through the gray
clouds.
We'll, I've had enough of this.
I'm going down to the Office
You think you won't catch more
cold?" anxiously following him into
his room, where he jerked off his
smoking jacket and shrugged into
the coat of the gray suit
Looks like I've been on drunk"
ignoring her question and scowling
at his Redeemed nose in the mirror.
why, 1t hardly shows" reassur-
ingly. But wait with sudden in
spiration. "Just a minute.''
demanded, as Helen returned with a
down powder puff.
Let me powder it just tiny bit?'
coaxingly.
Not If / know it.' pushing her
away with a contemptuous grunt
What do you take me for? YOU
use enough powder for this family
I'll let my beauty go unadorned. Now
get me a couple of handkerchiefs and
I'm off,
Helen saw the door close after him
with an unmistakable sense of re-
lief. It had been a tempestuous morn
was tired, very tired. For having
Warren about the houseduring the
day was conducive to neither peace
nor rest.