The Caldwell watchman. (Columbia, La.) 1885-1946, 1915-04-30

tr,rigbt 1915 by the Mcclure Newspaper Syndicatey

| iiuh' 'hhe "ao q iot vi not air he
gave us. They're all blowing abou,
the big letters of credit they couldn,t
use. Well, ready to go?"
ITS a shame to disturb her" 70
luctantly lifting the heavy, sleepy ca,
from her lap.
"Darned shame. Want to stay and
nurse her all night?"
Outside there was almost a wintrv
tinge in the chill, damp air.
"Oh, love that place." Helen
turned to look back at the dim light
from the wrought iron lantern. Lets
not forget where it is"
Hold On there!" Warren STONED
short under a street lamp and exam.
med his hat. Great Scott, I've got
some other fellows lid"
They hurried back, but Warren's hat
was not there.
We'll, some blooming fools worn it
off-thats ALL" irritably. of he
brings it back give him this" and
scribbling their hotel address on his
card, Warren left it with the barmaid
"Oh, dear, Id carry that until we
get to the hotel,' when they were once
more outside. 81 can't bear to have
you wear anyone else's hat"
I'D look like blithering idiot with.
out hat this weather."
But you might get some scalp dis
easel They say all kinds of things
can be caught that way. Besides, dear,
it isn't clean!"
We'll, you're not so ALFRED particu-
lar or you wouldn't have nursed that
cat. Talk about germ carriers!'
Helen, sensing his growing irrita-
zion, made no further protest, but
when they reached their room she
carefully scrutinized the derby. The
initials were Il. e. W." and the maker
G. Watts, IS Fleet street, London,
E. c."
Dear, lift that down." pointing to
their steamer roll on top of the ward.
robe"
What for?"
Your travelling cap is in there"
We'll, what of it,"
why, you'll have to wear some.
thing in the morning until you can
buy hat. You wont wear this!"
why won't II" belligerently.
with that greasy leather band in.
side? Just look at It'll" 49,
well, I'm not going to blow Id wy
twelve shillings for new hat. Under
stand? Now let up about it. Here,
sew on this BUTTON" tossing her the
vest he had just taken off.
While Warren undressed Helen got
out her travelling workbox, in hurt,
resentful silence. Surely in this she
was right-he ought not to wear that
hat; it might be filled with germs.
See here! I'm tired of disgorging
this bed every night" Warren yanked
off the heavy bolster and the two ex-
ira pillows. Cant you make 'em
take off this stuff and leave it OFF,"
Il did speak to the maid, but she
said she didn't have any place else
to put them"
Wen, you tell her to find a place,
Or I'll fire them out in the hail."
Very we'll, dear, III speak to her
again. conciliatorily, as she put away
the Workbox and hung his vest over
! chair.
A moment later there was a loud
knock on the door.
Who the devils that?" growled
Warren, tying with a jerk the cords
d his bath robe and shutting over
% answer it.
1t was bellboy with his hat.
The gentleman's waiting down.
stairs, sir. He says he's very sorry
re made the mistake-and would Won
send his down, sir?"
When the boy had gone Warren
slammed the door, and flung his own
lat on the table.
There, hope you're satisfied But
can tell you one tning-if that John.
lie hadn't turned up with my hat I'd
lave worn his the rest of the trim
wen If it was a size too small"
But why" began Helen.
"Why?" savagely. Because of your
nfernal meddling-that's why! If
nat hat band was soiled, l could see
couldn't l? But no, you've got to
20 up in the air-you've got to manage
verifying. Didn't dream of wearing
nat nat tomorrow till you started to
ow about it,"
Helen, who was letting down her
lair, bit her lip with an air of patient
ndurance that irritated him all the
more.
That's right" raspingly. Now feel
lurt and pity yourself. That's always
our role! But, take it from me, if
oud an ounce of brains you wouldn't
'e forever butting in. A man wants
o manage his own affairs once in a
vhile!"