The Ocala evening star. [volume] (Ocala, Fla.) 1895-1943, 1915-07-16

IC-rvrleht the Mcclure NewspaPer Syndicate,

ire Newspaper Syndicate,
-uuIu on Juere:~ warren stopped
short under a street lamp and exam
ined 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-that's ALL" irritably. If he
brings it back give him this" and
scribbling their hotel address on his
card. Warren left it with the barmaid.
oh, dear, I'd carry that until we
get to the hotel" when they were once
more outside. 4 can't bear to have
you wear anyone else's hat"
I'D look like 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!"
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-
E, ton, 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, Go Fleet street, London,
Z. 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 won't wear this!"
why won't -" 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? Nov 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 herei 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 of 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"
We'll, you tell her to find place
) or III fire them out in the hall"
t Very well, dear, I'll speak to hel
2 again. conciliatorily, as she put away
t the workbox aud hung his vest ovel
f a chair.
A moment later there was a louC
D knock on the door.
/, 'Who the devils that?" growleC
f Warren, tying with a jerk the cord
Of his bath robe and shutting owe
: to answer it.
). 1t was a bellboy with his hat
r The gentleman's waiting down
a stairs, sir. He says he's very sorr.
he made the mistake-and would yol
T send his down, sir?"
r When the boy had gone Warrel
slammed the door, and flung his owl
s hat on the table.
o There, hope you're satisfied. Blu
a can tell you one tning-if that JohI
ME hadn't turned up with my hat /
a have worn his the rest of the trip
d even if it was a size too small"
a. But why" began Helen.
T. ~Why?" savagely. Because of you
y, internal meddling-that's why!
d. that nat band was soiled, could sc
N it-couldn't 1? But no, you've got
go up in the air-you've got to manag
k everything. Didn't dream of wearin
~ that hat tomorrow till you started {
so row about it."
Helen, who was letting down hi
at hair, bit her lip with an air of patiel
endurance that irritated him all I'll
IT, more.
That's right" raspingly. Nov fe
er hurt and pity yourself. That's alwa!
a your role! But, take it from me,
you'd an ounce of brains you would1
- be forever butting in. A man wan
ed to manage his own affairs once in
while!"