Orleans County monitor. [volume] (Barton, Vt.) 1872-1953, 1915-09-08
81 wonder who he is? ?"

gave uo. 1ASy lS dill UlOWluS ABOUT
the big letters of credit they couldn't
use. Well, ready to go?"
"It's a shame to disturb her." re-
luctantly lifting the heavy, sleepy cat
from her lap.
"Darned shame. Want to stay and
nurse her all night?"
Outside there was almost a wintry
tinge in the chill damp air
ooh, I love that place!" Helen
turned to look back at the dim light
from the wrought iron lantern. Let's
not forget where it is"
Hold on there!" Warren stopped
short under street lamp and exam
ined his hat. Great Scott, I've got
some other fellows lid"
They hurried back. but Warrens hat
was not there.
We'll, some blooming FOOLS worn IL
off-that's ALL" irritably. eff he
brings it back give him this" and
scribbling their hotel address on his
card, Warren left it with the barmaid.
ooh, dear, I'd carry that until we
get to the hotel,' when they were once
more outside. II can't bear to have
you wear anyone else's hat"
"I'd look like a blithering idiot with
out a hat this weather.
But you might get some scalp dis,
ease! They say all kinds of things
can be caught that way. Besides, dear,
it isn't clean!"
well, you're not SO alfred particu-
! lar or you wouldn't have nursed that
cat. Talk about germ carriers!"
Helen, sensing his growing irrita-
ton, made no further protest, but
when they reached their room she
carefully scrutinized the derby. The
initials were 81. 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"
well, what Of it?'
"Why, you'll have to wear some.
thing in the morning until you can
buy hat. You won't wear this!"
''Why won't II" belligerently.
with that greasy leather band in
side? Just look at it,"
well, I'm not going to blow in any
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 filed 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 ZEN
take off this stuff and leave it OFF,"
81 did speak to the maid, but she
said she didn't have any place else
to put them"
''Well, you tell her to find a place
Or I'll fire them out in the hall"
Very well, dear, I'll speak to hel
again. conciliatorily, as she put away
the workbox and hung his vest over
a chair.
A moment later there was a louG
| KNOCK on the door.
who the devils that?" growlet
Warren, tying with a jerk the cords
of his bath robe and shutting ove1
to answer it.
1t was bellboy with his hat.
''The gentleman's waiting down
stairs, sir. He says he's very sorr!
he made the mistake-and would yol
send his down, sir?''
When the boy had gone Warner
slammed the door, and flung his owl
hat on the table.
There, hope you're satisfied. Blu
l can tell you one tning-if that John
ME hadn't turned up with my hat II
have worn. his the rest of the trip
even II 1t was size too small"
But why" began Helen.
I "Why?" savagely. Because of you
Internal meddling-that's why! /
!. that hat band was soiled, / could se
: 1t-couldn't I? But no, you've got t.
, go up in the air-you've got to manag
h everything. Didn't dream of wearin,
that hat tomorrow till you started t.
: row about it,
Helen, who was letting down he
y hair, bit her lip with an air of patien
endurance that irritated him all tn
more.
That's right" raspingly. "Now fee
hurt and pity yourself. That's Away
7 your role! But, take it from me, i
O you'd an ounce of brains you wouldn'
q be forever butting in. A man want
to manage his own affairs once in
while!"