The Caldwell watchman. (Columbia, La.) 1885-1946, 1915-05-14

Dear, I'm sure | DrOuSht some OF
those licorice tablets"
They won't do any good hoarsely.
Stay where you are.
But Helen was already out Of bed,
She turned or the light and found the
medicine roll in her trunk.
mo, | didn't bring any" ~disappolnt'
edly, but here's some camphor.
Not going to be dosed up, | tell you.
Come back here and turn cut thai
light. No wonder I've got a cold; you
keep this place like a barn"
why, dear, there's only n win
down halfway up. We couldn't sleep
without any air."
The windows at night were ever a
cause of contention, for Helen could
never get enough air, while Warren al
ways complained of a draft
ITS this COMPOUNDED English eli
mate! And they expect that dinky
little crate to heat this room. Jove
I'd hate to spend the white: ovel
here"
Got enough covers on here9" 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 we'll 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 natter" savagely
Keeping you awake? Where's that
Internal handkerchief" Warren was
cropping under his pillow.
wait, dear, III get you a fresh
one"
See here, this all the covers we've
got? Well, I'm cold-get my overcoa'
and throw it over my feet"
Helen got the o%vercoat, although the
bed was already so burdened with GOV
ers that she could hardly bear theil
weight. With the fire, and the win
dow only half open, she was almost
s%uffocated.
The fire was now burning we'll. it,
glow reflected here and there in the
polished wood of the heavy English
furniture. Helen lay watching 1t unit
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'
watch by the side of the bed-it wa
after eight.
It was'a gray, foggy morning, pene
tratingly chilly. Softly she slipped GU
of bed, put down the window ant
turned to the fire.
Very carefully. for fear Of awaken
ing Warren, she poked down the ashes
and put on fresh coal.
S%hiveringly she took a cold spong'
bath, fearing to ring for hot water les
she awaken him.
It was still 80 dark that she turned
on the lights to do her hair. The fol
had thickened to a rain. Below tn
wet, dismal street was deserted-th'
desolate desertion Of a rainy Sunda!
morning.
Her fingers, numb with cold, let fal
her hairbrush. Warren, aroused b,
the noise, stirred uneasily. She stool
m~otionless, hoping he would doze OF
again, but he threw out his arms witt
a yawn.
Hello, you up? What time is it?
ITS Sunday. dear; you don't hav
to get up. Try to sleep a little longer
The rooms not warm yet"
What time Is it," vigorousl,
scratching his head, his favorite meth
cd Of waking himself up.
"A little after eight, but I'd stay Il
bed till the rooms warm"
Got the paper"
Helen opened the door and brough
in the London Observer and Warren
shoes. He took the paper. proppe
himself up with the pillows, and wa
soon absorbed in the latest peace M
gotiations.
See here" suddenly feeling hi
chest and neck. i've get a fever"
The next moment Heidi was hover
ing anxiously over the Ned.
Dear. you are feverish!" her han
on his forehead. You always have
little fever with a cold. Don't try
get up. Stay there and have you
breakfast in bed"
"Ill have my bath first and see no,
feel" as he reached out and presse
the bell.
The extra charge of two shilling
per bath had made Helen confine he,
self to sponge baths in the room, bu
Warren had his tub every morning
wait, dear; you forgot the soap" a
he started down the hall in his batl
robe. for even with the two.shilHn
bath soap was not furnished.
While he was gone Helen hurried
Strengthened the bed and put the rool
in order. while the maid emptied tn
ashes and brought more coal.
Aren't you going back to bed. dea