The Pensacola journal. (Pensacola, Fla.) 1898-1985, 1919-01-31

noise as Mr.. Curtis cold had kept
him awake most Of the night and she
wanted him to sleep late.
1t was gray. drizzling, foggy
morning. Should Warren go to the
office on a day like this with such a
cold?
| Then she heard him calling her and
ran in to find him sitting on the edge
Of the bed, scowlingly rubbing the sole
Of his foot
| You did laundering good job of
brushing up that glass!''
"Oh! Did you step on a piece? Oh,
am SO sorry; 1 thought I got it ali
up. Let me see?'' solicitously
! But Warren pushed her aside, thrust
his feet into his slippers and reached
for his bathrobe.
! Dear. you'll not try to go to the
office today. will your" anxiously. TT
is SO damp; it's drizzling now. and
I'm afraid
/ 'I,I see how feel after breakfast"
CURLY. Get out my heavy gray suit,
will you?''
! He 10 irritable.
/ While he took his shower and shaved
Helen took out the heavy gray suit
and put his buttons in a fresh shirt.
| At breakfast Warren appeared in his
smoking jacket and slippers, which he
wore only on Sunday mornings.
That's right, dear, don't think
you ought to go out such a day.
! May clear up by noon," frowning
out at the leadened gray sky.
| After breakfast Warren telephoned
to the office, read the morning papers
and then began to grow restless.
Put down those windows" he roar
ed when Nora raised the windows in
the library.
''Oh, Nora I forgot to tell YOU"
Helen explained hastily. "You need
not try to clean much in here this
morning. And don't open any win
dows on account Of Mr.. Curtis cold"
Got a decent pen here?" demanded
Warren, as he sat down at the desk
ITO do some writing.
| You want stub, don't you? Will
this one do? Oh, dear, I'm afraid you
ARE catching fresh cold,' as Warren
sneezed explosively.
| WHO wouldn't" savage1y. when
you throw open all the windows. and
have a regular hurricane blowing
through here"
| Helen refrained from saying that the
windows had been open only second,
for she had no desire to irritate him
further.
Dear, II you'd inhale some hot
camphor water-that might help. That
was always my fathers remedy for
cold. VIII you try it,
| Helen got the camphor bottle and
poured a teaspoonful into cup OF
boiling water. She placed the cup on
the desk before him and persuaded
him to infa1e it, while she held a towel
over his head and shoulders to keep
in the fumes.
With the same solemnity with which
he sucked the 1ozenger. Warren snuff
ed and snuffed up the fumes under the
towel. When he emerged his face was
flushed and his hair steamed into
damp. clinging locks.
! To her great surprise. half an hour
after he demanded more OF the cam
phor
That's great, It's clearing out my
head and nose. Don't feel so stuffed
up"
He Seaids Himself.
ooh, I'm SO glad. dear. I'll get it
for you right away
| Again he bent over the camphor
fumes, but this time he bent so low
and snuffed so ardently that his nose
touched the scalding water.
With a howl Of rage and pain he
hurled off the towel and sprung up.
Dear. what it is?' excitedly. What
lis the matter?''
Matter he roared. "scalded my
nose in that blooming stuff"
ooh. wait, TIL get some cold
cream" and Helen flew to her room.
Ungraciously he submitted to hav-