The Richmond palladium and sun-telegram. [volume] (Richmond, Ind.) 1907-1939, 1914-05-26

did not try to sleep again, and was up
at half-past seven.
She cautioned Nora to make no
noise, as Mr.. Curtis's cough had kept
him awake most of the night and she
wanted him to sleep late.
1t was gray, drizzling, foggy
morning. Should Warren go to the
office on a day like this with such
cold?
Then she heard him calling and ran
in to find him sitting on the edge OF
the bed, scowling rubbing the sole
of his foot.
you did laundering good job
brushing up that glass;"
ooh! Did you step on piece? Oh.
I'm so sorry! I thought l got it all
up! Let me see," solicitously.
But Warren pushed her aside.
thrust his feet into his slippers, and
reached for his bathrobe.
Dear, you'll not try to go to the
office today, will you?' anxiously.
ITS so damp; it's drizzling now, and
I'm afraid"
I'm see how feel after break
fast CURLY. Get out my heavy
gray suit. will you?"
HE is IRRITABLE.
While he took his shower and
shaved, Helen laid out the heavy gray
suit and put his buttons in a fresh
shirt
At breakfast Warren appeared in
his smoking jacket and slippers.
which he wore only on Sunday morn
I ings.
That's right. dear: I don't think
you ought to go out on such a day"
May clear up by noon," frOwning
out at the leadened gray sky.
After breakfast Warren telephoned
to the office, read the morning papers,
and then began to grow restless.
/ Put down those windows!" he
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's cold
! Got a decent pen here?" demanded
i Warren, as he sat down at the desk
; to do some writing.
You want stub, don't you? Will
this one do? Oh, dear. I'm afraid
you're catching fresh cold" as Warren
sneezed eNplosively.
! "Who wouldn't" savagely, when
! you Ill wv OpCI ali tiiS "IIluoNo anu
have regular hurricane blowing
| through here!'
Helen refrained from saying that
the windows had been open only q
second, for she had no desire to irri
tate him further.
Dear, if you'd inhale some hot
camphor water-that might help. Thai
| was always my fathers remedy for 6
cold. VIII you try it,"
Helen got the camphor bottle ano
poured a teaspoonful into cup o.
boiling water. She placed the cup or
the desk before him and persuaded
him to inhale it, while she held {
towel over his head and shoulders t.
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 wal
flushed and his hair steamed int
damp, clinging locks.
To her surprise, half an hour latel
he demanded more of the camphor.
That's great. It's clearing out m,
head and nose Don't feel so stuffed
up"
HE sCALDS HIMSELF.
!, "Oh, I'm so glad. dear. I'll get l
for you right away"
Again he bent over the campho
fumes but this time he bent so low
J and snuffed so ardently that his nos,
touched the scalding water
: With a howl of pain and rage b,
hurled off the towel and sprang up
Dear, what is it," excitedly. "Wha
is the matter?'
"Matter?" he roared. "Scalded m,
nose in that blooming stuff
"Oh. wait-1'll get the cold cream!
and Helen flew to her room
! Ungraciously he submitted to hav
: ing the Redeemed end of his nos
ge"+'" coated with cold cream
THAT perfumed stuff's no good,
shifting az it disapprovingly.
"Oh, yes, dear; it's splendid TO