The Yale expositor., 1915-04-29
81 wonder who he is ?"

WOHueT WHO ne Is
Huh, that was lot of hot air he
gave us. They're all blowing about
the big letters of credit they couldn't
use. Well, ready to go?"
ITS 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, 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 a 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 ii
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. Il 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
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 L. E. W." and the maker
G.. Watts, Go 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 won't wear this!"
why won't II" belligerently.
with that greasy leather band in
side? Just look at it!'
We'll, I'm not going to blow in any
twelve shillings for a 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 stun and leave it off?"
81 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 I'll fire them out in the hall"
Very well, dear, I'll speak to her
again." conciliatorily, as she put away
the workbox and hung his vest over
a chair.
A moment later there was a loud
knock on the door.
who the DEVILS that?" growled
Warren, tying with a jerk the cords
of his bath robe and shutting over
to answer it.
1t was a bellboy with his hat.
"The gentleman's waiting down
stairs, sir. He says he's very sorry
he made the mistake-and would you
send his down, sir?"
When the boy had gone Warren
slammed the door, and flung his own
hat on the table.
There, hope you're satisfied. But
can tell you one thing-if that John.
ME hadn't turned up with my hat I'd
have worn his the rest of the trip
even If II was a size too small"
But why" began Helen.
"Why?" savagely. Because of your
internal meddling-that's whyl If
that hat band was soiled, could see
it-couldn't I? But no, you've got to
go up in the air-you've got to manage
everything. Didn't dream of wearing
that hat tomorrow till you started to
row about it,"
Helen, who was letting down her
hair bit her lip with an air of patient
endurance that irritated him all the
more.
That's right" raspingly. Now feel
hurt and pity yourself. That's always
your role! But, take 1t from me, IL
you'd an ounce of brains you wouldn't
be forever butting in. A man wants
to manage his own affairs once in a
whilel"