The Richmond palladium and sun-telegram. [volume] (Richmond, Ind.) 1907-1939, 1916-05-15


cious lunge he ground the broom
against the ceiling. But, having airly
escaped, the mosquito was now en-
circling the chandelier. wait Until
he settles" grimly
Convulsed with laughter, Helen
dropped on the window seat In his
blue-striped pajamas, capering about
on the bed and flourishing the broom.
Warren was grotesquely comical
What's so alfred funny?" as he
made another lunge. "Hah, that's the
time I nailed him! But he dent
squash disappointedly; hadn't got
tanked up yet"
"Oh-oh, forgot these were up."I
Helen was jerking down the shades.
They could look right ini'
Let EN- look. All, there's one on
the molding,"
The springs creaked professionally as
he Waded to the head of the bed.
on, Warren, II stained the mold
ing! Don't kill any more Come,
We'll have to get out the net"
| But warren was now imbued with
the bloodthirsty spirit of the chase.
Not until he landed" two more would
he relinquish the broom.
Now where's that blooming metz"
| following Helen to the hall closet.
TITS up there-behind those boxes.
You can't see it from here"
With muttered profanity, as it
knocked against his shins, he lugged
the stepladder chair from the kitchen
Get out of here. We don't need
you,' as Pussy Purr-Mew shifted
around the ladder. Nov which box?"
| climbing up to the top shelf
Not box-it's done up in an old
sheet. Yes, that's it. Be CAREFUL" as
he knocked off hatbox. "Oh, wait,
this doesn't feel like it," when he
handed down the sheeted bundle.
This is that rose blanket"
We'll, that's all up here"
1T MUST be there. Wait, you come
down, I'll get up and see
| Holding close her long nightgown,
Helen climbed up. But there was no
other bundle, only suit and hat boxes
and stack of old music
why the Sam Hill don't you keep
things where you can find 'em?"
! Warren, you know there's no closet
room in this apartment! No place to
put anything!" her vehemence imply
ing sore point long contended.
IF you'd keep a card index of the
FL! stuff, you'd know
"Oh, here it is-on the next shelf.
| knew it was here somewhere
In the bedroom they unpnned the
sheet and shook out the voluminous
netting, attached to the umbrella-like
frame.
How does the blame thing go?"
Warren was trying to open it. Here,
take hold of that end Now which
side do you want the slit on"
The opening? Oh, on my side-I
can keep it closed"
1t was cumbersome thing to han
die, They both stood on the bed,
Helen holding it, while Warren hung
it to the chandelier.
Dear, it's too high-youn have to
let it down. 1t must touch the floor all
around-or they'll get in underneath. -
At last. adjusted, it hung over the
bed like canopy.
Guess that'll do the trick" Warren
viewed it with approval Now what s
the natter"
II just want to change this, start
ing to take off the pillow case, With
its bloodstained evidence of the Skin
nish
oh, let it go for tonight Here. give
it to me. Now let's try to get some
sleep"
Dear. you can't lay on that! Wait,
it don't take a second"
Hurriedly she je"ked off the sill
and ran out to the hall closet. In the
dark, without waiting to turn on the
light, she felt along the lower bed
linen shelf for the pile of pillow cases
Then
A wild, piercing strickland she
dashed stumbling back through the
hall.
What is it? What is it?" Warren
leaping out of bed, had her by the
arms.
"Oh-oh!" hysterically. her whole
body a-tremble oh, ] put my hand
on it,"
"On-on Pussy Purr-Mer:. And she
she squirmed!"
With snort he flung her from him
Scratching like a COmanche In
dian, Wake up everybody in Tho
house,"
There was a strained, tipping sound
as, forgetting the net. he flounderet
into bed.
He was always irritated when sht
was frightened or even startled. HI
always claimed that she could contro
her nervousness if she tried
Dear. couldn't help it, painting
ly, for her heart had not yet slowet
down. That was enough to frightei
any one-to put your hand on some
thing warm and squirmy in the dark
Huh, you're always throwing a fl
about something. Nerves." sccrnfully
Your nerves are good as mine if 20,
didn't give way to them. Now 70
heavens sake let's get some sleep"
Curling an indignant retort, Hclel
turned out the lights and crawled il
under the net. 1t was hot and stuffy
The breeze had died down, and tn
netting kept out what little air Their
1 was.
3 long silence, in which Ware
IS tossed restlessly. She could feel hi
10 irritation as he jerked the shee
2 punched his pillow and turned ote
If with such force that the springs r.
s bounded.
Ie Dear, does the net make it to