San Antonio light. [volume] (San Antonio, Tex.) 1911-1993, 1923-02-25

with irate emphasis Warren knocked
the ashes from his pipe. Been prom
Using Carrie for a month wed come
out"
Dear. I'm not trying TO get out OF
it.r Helen was fixing the couch TO
lie down. But I've felt headachey
and wretched all day." ,
mo wonder, the way you hang
around the house! Too darn lazy
to-"
warren, was out for an hour
this morning. l did all the market
ing. took YOUR watch to be regulated,
and saw the cabinet-maker about that
chair"
well. if you did all that you can
no TO Carries tomorrow. Now, I'm
fed nm with your being sick every
Sunday / plan with my family. Get
A soft bound on the couch as Pussy
Purr-Npw. repulsed by warren,
sought the solace of Helen's arms:
Even the comforting warmth oil a
hot water bag at her feet and the
Durrinr fur in her arms did not
soothe Helen's resentment. with
ranking rebellion she lay there. lis
tening TO the irascible rattle of War
ren's paper. All
Her headache was not assumed. All
afternoon she had fought against
s;cL headache. brought on by her
breeding dread of a day with war
More and more she shrank from
these Sunday visits. Since her last
clash with Carrie. another long day OF
.monIdering hostility seemed unen-
where's the morning paper! de-
manded Warren. You didn't tnro"
it out?" .L,+
1T may be in the pantry-on that
box under the sink. " 90.
"What's the matter with you
Glued to that couch" A.
Nettled BY his curt command, the
reluctance with which Helen went
ant 10 look for the paper was most
unlike her usual eagerness to wait on
him. .i,d
tbe rest. Warren, I'm not well enough
N 20 tomorrow. Call up Carrie now
shed rather know tonight.
See here. you've played that sIck
..mo TOO often. You can't pull 1t
off again. ~
1T isn't only a headache-l IN lev
erish," desperately. .Lo
aFeverish?" Throwing down. the
paper he came over to the couch;
IAN inward fever" she talterea as
he felt her forehead. a,,,
Inward fever" with snort, II
call that bluff right now
ke no strobe out to the bathroom
III nsrirkv dismay Helen knew he
had gone for the clinical thermome-
Here, take this" tbrusting the
r1ssc tnbe between her reluctant
That her headache had not IN
o-ca ed her temperature, Helen knew
Sbe could break the Thermometer
hut that would confirm his sus-
picions. -, .o-oo
nm that needle to register over IVO!
What's that?" growled warren
sKitchen belly" ,.u =,
yes, Anna lost her key. Ill co.
dad of an excuse to escape.
No. YOU don't. You keep that IN
YOUR mouth and stay right there.
AS he strobe out, swift lnsplra-
ton sent Helen flying to the path
room. - L.ld
the thermometer under the steamlng
flow. :.
registered. She had only second TO
dart back to the couch, before war
rem re-entered.
Now let's see that He was
s+ondipp over her,
Her heart beat in her throat as ne
took the instrument from her mouth
Had she held it under the hot water
roo long? Or not long enough!
1927" his voice betrayed his an1-
iety. .u5 toror
i told you had an inward teVer'
repressing her exultancy.
You don't look feverish," still un,
convinced. Huh, bet that's an Oh
record. Forgot TO shake the blame
thing down. Here, try IT again.
Helen's elation fell with the mer-
cury. as he vigorously shook the Their
mometer and again thrust it at her.
Was she doomed after all, TO
vretched Sunday at Carries:
Appraisingly she felt Pussy Purr-
new who had crept back into her
arms. But even her furry warmth
would not register 1O2. >,
The hot water bag! 1t had slipped
to the foot of the couch. But now
one silk-stockinged foot reached down
and wriggled it up.
Any desperate subtertdge to escape
q Sunday with Carrie.
Cautiously, lest Warren detect he'
maneuyer. she got the bag under her
cheek with the thermometer against
n. while Pussy Purr-Mew shifted dis
approvingly at the hot red rubber. -,
How long must she keep it there!
She tried to read the elusive silver