The Yale expositor., 1915-04-22
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Copyright 1915 by the Mcclure Newspaper syndcate)

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-
eddy, 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 a cold; you
keep this place like a barn"
why, dear, there's only one win
down halfway up. 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"
Maybe I'd better put on more coal
while I'm up and not let the fire go
out. It takes so long to get it started
in the morning"
Fearing to smother out what little
fire was left, Helen cautiously SHOW
eled on some coal. Then she waited,
crouching by the crate, until there
was was a CHEEKY crackle and a tiny
blue flame shot up.
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?"
What's the natter" savagely.
Keeping you awake? Where's that
internal handkerchief" Warren was
cropping under his pillow.
Wait, dear, I'll get you a fresh
one"
See here, this all the covers we've
got? Well, I'm cold-get my overcoat
and throw it over my feet"
Helen got the overcoat, although the
bed was already so burdened with COW
ers that she could hardly bear their
weight. With the fire, and the win
dow only half open, she was almost
suffocated.
Hey, whatre you doing there?"
I'm so warm, dear, | was just lay
ing back this comforter from my side,
but I'm not getting it off of you"
We'll, see that you don't. That's
how ! got this cold-sleeping in a reg
ular gale with no covert"
Helen knew he had caught the cold
by going out the day before in driz-
cling rain without his raincoat, but
she refrained from saying so.
The fire was now burning well, its
glow reflected here and there in the
polished wood of the heavy English
furniture. Helen lay watching it 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.
1t was a gray, foggy morning, pene-
tratingly chilly. Softly she slipped out
of bed, put down the window and
turned to the fire.
Very carefully, for fear of awaken
ing Warren, she poked down the ashes
and put on fresh coal. II he would
only sleep until she could dress and
the room was warmer
II.
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 off
again, but he threw out his arms with
q yawn.
Hello, you up? What time is it,"
"It's Sunday, dear; you don't have
to get up. Try to sleep little longer.
.'Ao 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 ne
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
little fever with a cold Don't try to
get up. Stay there and have your
breakfast In bed"
'1'll have my bath first and see how
I feel" as he reached out and pressed
the bell.