Cheyenne record., 1915-05-13

SAO00 lASoAASS S0oASsc.
They won't do any good" hoarsely.
Stay where you are"
But Helen was already out of bed.
She turned on the light and found the
medicine roll in her trunk.
mo, didn't bring any" disappoint-
edly, "but here's some camphor."
mot going to be dosed up, tell you.
Come back here and turn out that
light. No wonder I've got cold; you
keep this place like barn..
why, dear. there's only one win
| down halfway I'D. We couldn't sleep
without any air!"
The windows at night were ever
cause of contention. for Helen could
never get enough air, while Warren al
ways complained of draft"
'It's this COMPOUNDED English eli
mate! And they expect that dinky
little CRATE to heat this room. Jove.
I'd hate to spend the winter over
here"
"Got enough covers on here?" draw
ing them up around his shoulders, as
Helen came back to bed.
Here's this extra one" throwing
over him the RED sateen comforter and
tucking it in well on his side. Dear,
don't like to hear you cough like that.
Won't you let me send out for some
thing?"
Whats the matter?" savagely.
Excepting you awake? Where's that
internal handkerchief" Warren was
cropping under his pillow.
"Wait, dear, I'll get you fresh
| one"
.See here, this all the covers we've
got? Well, I'm cold-get my overcoat
and throw 1t over my feet"
Helen got the overcoat, although the
| bed was already SO burdened with Gov
ers that she could hardly bear their
weight. With the fire, and the win
dow only half open. she was almost
suffocated.
| The fire was now burning well, its
glow reflected here and there in the
| polished wood of the heavy English
! furniture. Helen lay watching 1t until
her thoughts drifted hazily into sleep.
When she awoke her first impress
sion was that it was barely dawn.
Then her glance fell on Warren's
watch by the side Of the bed-it was
after eight.
It was gray, foggy morning, pene-
tratingly chilly. Softly she slipped out
| of bed, put down the window and
1 turned to the fire.
| Very carefully, for fear Of awaken
ing Warren, she poked down the ashes
and put on fresh coal.
Shiveringly she took cold sponge
bath, fearing to ring for hot water lest
she awaken him.
It was still so dark that she turned
on the lights to do her hair. The fog
had thickened to a rain. Below the
wet, dismal street was deserted-the
desolate desertion of rainy Sunday
morning.
Her fingers, numb with cold. let fall
her hairbrush. Warren. aroused by
the noise, stirred uneasily. She stood
motionless, hoping he would doze OF
again. but he threw out his arms with
yawn.
Hello, you up? What time is it?"
"Tt's Sunday, dear; you don't have
to get up. Try to sleep little longer.
The rooms not warm yet"
What time is it?" vigorously
scratching his head, his favorite meth
cd of waking himself up.
"a little after eight, but I'd stay in
bed till the rooms warm"
Got the paper?"
Helen opened the door and brought
In the London Observer and Warren's
| shoes. He took the paper, propped
himself up with the pillows, and was
soon absorbed in the latest peace me-
gotiations.
See here" suddenly feeling his
chest and neck. I've got fever"
The next moment Helen was hover
ing anxiously over the bed.
Dear, you are feverish!" her hand
on his forehead. You always have q
little fever with a cold. Don't try to
get up. Stay there and have your
breakfast in bed"
.I1l have my bath first and see how
/ feel" as he reached out and pressed
the bell.
The extra charge Of two shiliings
per bath had made Helen confine her
self to sponge baths in the room. but
Warren had his tub every morning.
wait, dear; you forgot the SOAP" as
he started down the hall in his bath
robe, for even with the two-shilling
bath soap was not furnished.
While he was gone Helen hurriedly
Strengthened the bed and put the room
| in order, while the maid emptied the