The Washington herald., 1917-06-04


bathroom. Was Warren up-withoul
waking herr Dizsily she biinked at the
strip of sunlight that barred the bed,
Instinctively her hand pressed her fore
head. Across her eyes and At the base
Of her neck was a duh. depressing ache.
The sound OF warrens stropping razor
rasped her nerves. Recoilingly she eud-
died back under the covers Never had
it seemed so hard to get up. It took
all her will power to force herself out
Of bed.
For the first morning in weeks she
omitted her exercises. She felt too
wretched, she could not goad her ach-
ing muscles through their usual tOrtuous
stretches. -. Q. .....
In spite Of her effort to dress quickly,
Warren was finishing his cereal when she
went in to the table.
You look rotten-like you'd been on a
bat" was his cheerful comment. What's
the matter? Didn't sleepT'
oh. thought I'd never get to sleep,
! wearily.
a. worryins-fest-you can sleep on the
couch in your room"
why dear, you went right off,
didn't keep you awake"
Didn't eh?" belliserently sailing his
egg. L heard the clock strike all hours
before you stopped squirming
Just then Nora came in with the toast
| twice as much as they needed. Nine
slices-Helen counted them at a glance.
Five. two for her and three for Warren.
were as many as they ever ate.
II was almost a relief when Warren
slammed on to the office. leaving her
alone with her headache and her pend
ing trials
First she made out the list she had
planned during the night.
Toast for breakfast............ 5 slices
Bread for my luncheon........ slices
Eor olnneT. T......-............!.... slices
For guests, each................. 3 slices
With a shrinking dread of the girls
inhammable temper, Helen took this out
to the kitchen
Nora, want to speak to you about
the bread. You know how high it Is
now, and we've been using three large
loaves every two days. We don't eat it.
you cut it up and let it get stale. Just
look in there
Opening the bread-box Helen exposed
dozen or more slices in various stages
OF dryness
Now. Nora. there's no excuse for that.
here's almost a loaf-wasted."
Il can use 1t for bread puddin'," sui
lenly. but without the voluble arguments
Helen had dreaded.
We don't like bread pudding" quietly.
Now hereafter cut up only what we
need. Here's a list I'll tack up by the
bread-box. II you follow this. unless we
have company one large loaf a day
ought to be plenty"
Encouraged by Nora's unexpected
meekness. Helen approached her next
hurdle.
And I want TO speak about the ice.
You must keep the ice box closed. Yes,
see it's closed now. but 1t very rarely
is Our ice bills are much too high. Try
to be more careful won't you. Nora?"
Nord's Yes. ma'am'' was an indistinct
humble.
Now today you clean the dininE-room
and hall. and the hall closet. Last
month you forgot the closet. so give It an
extra good cleaning"
AS Helen. with an unwonted sense Of
triumph, was leaving the kitchen the
door bell rang. II was the superintend-
cnt with the plumber.
why. thought you'd forgotten about
that shower" she began ooldly. IT'S
been almost two weeks"
Yes. I know. Mrs. Curtis" apologetf-
Cally. But our house plumber Is sick
and it's almost impossible to get any
outside help, There's a leak In Mrs.
Hoffman's apartment-we've had the hot
water in her pantry cut on since We'd
nesday-and I can't get 1t fixed"
At this Helen thawed. Mrs. Hoffman
was the one who was always making the
most complaints and who, she thought,
received the best service.
The plumber at work in the bath
room. Helen turned to the telephone
She would call up the cleaners about
that waist right now. Two of her
worries vanquished. with added assur-
ance she assailed the third.
The woman who answered was most
courteous. She would send for the