Orleans County monitor. [volume] (Barton, Vt.) 1872-1953, 1915-09-29

devil do you put things so can't see
the clock?" settling down for another
five minutes. Hope you had enough
air last night-this rooms cold as
Greenland"
Helen, who always got up and closed
the windows, now with shivering re-
luctance slid out of bed. In her haste
a 1uttering curtain caught in the sash,
and the icy wind blew mercilessly
through her thin nightgown as she
tried to free it. Then she stopped to
turn on the heat, and then, chilled
through, crept back into bed.
mo, you dont!" growled Warren.
Warm up on your own side"
A sound Of water gurgling in the
radiator, then a loud vicious thump.
More gurgling, and more thumps.
You didn't turn it on full-that's
what makes that blasted noise!"
Il turned 1t on as far as it would
co." dreading to get up again.
In the gray light Of the winter morn
ing, the room was dim and cheerless.
Helen's head ached DULY, and feel
ing of utter detection made her long to
sink back into the oblivion Of sleep.
The dining room clock struck the
half-hour.
II tell you. we've got to- get to bed
earlier with a vicious jerk Warren
threw back the bedclothes. Tonight
I'm going to turn in right after din.
ner"
This was one of Warren's stock
resolutions. Yet even If they spent
the evening at home he would always
read until twelve.
"Oh, be careful of that broken
glass!' warned Helen, as he lurched
out of bed.
Thrusting his feet into his slippers,
he slammed into the bathroom.
Helen still lay huddled in bed
Getting up was always hard, but get.
ting up this dark, frosty morning was
excruciating. Her whole body shrank
from leaving the sheltering warmth
OF the bedclOtheS. AS a rule she got
up when Warren did, but sometimes
she allowed herself the few extra mo.
ments until he stropped his razor
That was her ultimatum.
Zip-smish! The first stroke on the
razor strop! With a heroic effect
Helen forced herself out Of bed and
ran into her room.
For a moment she crouched over
the radiator. Then, turning on the
light by her dresser, with numb fin
gers she thrust up her hair. By this
time Warren was out of the bath
room.
AS Helen went in the drencheG
shOwer-sheet was an accusing re
hinder. Warren's cold morning shower
had always seemed a form of torture
until she read of the ''youth-preserv
ing" virtues of the cold spray, and re
solved to form the habit. For three
mornings she had forced herself under
the icy stream; then her courage haC
failed.
Come here and look at this shirt!
called Warren angrily.
I'm just minute" gulping down
glass of water, an internal mornin,
bath that Helen never omitted
You're to send nothing more t.
that laundry-understan THROWN,
down his brushes, his hair sleek from
the vigorous grooming.
Helen examined the torn neckban
Of the shirt on the bed.
II can mend that, dear, so it'll no
show"
Eyes; you fixed that plated one
and my neck's raw yet. Call up tina
other laundry-the one we had las
year."
With a conciliatory "All righ-
DEAR Helen hurried back to her room
She finished dressing, then threy
up the window, leaned out, and dre7
) in ten long, deep breaths of the frost
air-another morning health-givin
habit that Helen never neglected.
When she came into the dinin
room, Warren was at the table glant
ing over the war news. The deel
frowning lines between his eyes wer
the danger signals Of a fault-fndin
and querulous mood.
The next half hour, until he lei
for the Office, Helen knew would be
trying one. She must say nothing t
irritate him, or he would go off in
temper that she would worry over fo
the rest of the day.
See here, if it takes you so infe
nally Longevity don't you get up /
timer"
I'm going to. dear. Hereafter, II