The Fayette falcon. (Somerville, Tenn.) 190?-current, 1915-07-23

It's one of the
good glasses, too"
Mabel II. urner. drowsily.
Then why the
devil do you put things so cant see
the clock?" settling down for another
fiye minutes. Hope you had enough
air last night-this rooms cold as
Greenland"
Helen, who always got up and closed
the windows, now with shivering re.
luctance slid out of bed. In her haste
a futtering curtain caught in the sash,
and the icy wind blew mercilessly
through her thin nightgown as she
tried to free it. Then she stopped to
turn on the heat, and then, chilled
through, crept back into bed.
NO, you don't!" growled Warren.
Warm up on your own side"
A sound of water gurgling in the
radiator, then loud vicious thump.
More gurgling, and more thumps.
You didn't turn it on full-that's
what makes that blasted noise!"
Il turned IL on as far as 1t would
- dreading to get up again
In the gray light of the winter morn
ing, the room was dim and cherries.
Helen's head ached duly, and feel
ing of utter detection made her long to
sink back into the oblivion of sleep.
The dining room clock struck the
half-hour.
4 tell you, we've got to get to bed
earlier" with vicious jerk Warren
threw back the bedclothes. Tonight
I'm going to turn in right after din
ner."
This was one of Warren's stock
resolutions. Yet even IL they spent
the evening at home he would always
read until twelve.
"0h, be careful of that broken
glassp warned Helen, as he lurched
out Of bed.
Thrusting his feet into his slippers,
he slammed into the bathroom.
Helen still lay huddled in bed.
Getting up was always hard, but get
ting up this dark, frosty morning was
excruciating. Her whole body shrank
from leaving the sheltering warmth
of the bedclothes. AS a rule she got
up when Warren did, but sometimes
she allowed herself the few extra mo-
ments until he stropped his razor.
That was her ultimatum.
Zip-smish! The first stroke on the
razor strop! With heroic effect,
Helen forced herself out OF bed and
ran into her room.
For moment she crouched over
the radiator. Then, turning on the
light by her dresser. with numb fin
gers she thrust up her hair. BY this
time Warren was out Of the bath.
room.
As Helen went in the drenched
shower-sheet was an accusing re-
hinder. Warren's cold morning shower
had always seemed form OF torture
until she read of the ''youth.preserv.
ing" virtues of the cold spray, and re-
solved to form the habit. For three
mornings she had forced herself under
the icy stream; then her courage had
failed.
Come here and look at this Shirt"
called Warren angrily.
In just minute" gulping down a
glass OF water. an internal morning
bath" that Helen never omitted.
You're to send nothing more to
that laundry-understand?" throwing
down his brushes. his hair sleek from
the vigorous grooming.
Helen examined the torn neckband
OF the shirt on the bed.
Il can mend that, dear so it'll not
show"
Yes; you fixed that plated one.
and my neck's raw yet. Call up that
other laundry--the one we had last
year"
With a eonciliatory "All right.
DEAR" Helen hurried back TO her room.
She finished dressing. then threw
up the window. leaned out, and drew
in. ten long, deep hreaths Of the frosty
air-ahothef morning health-giying
habit that Helen never neglected.
When she came into the dining
room, Warren was at the table glane-
ing over the war news. The deep
frowning lines between his eyes we're
the danger signals OF a faultfnding
and querulous mood.
The next half hour. until he left
for the ONCE, Helen knew would be a
trying one. she must say nothing to
irritate him. or he would 80 on in
temper that she would worry over for
tie rest Of the day.
See here. II II takes you 50 infer.
nally long-why don't you SET up in
timef@
I'm going to. dear. Hereafter. I'm