San Antonio light. [volume] (San Antonio, Tex.) 1911-1993, 1926-04-18

from sheer dependency.
Nov, no cunning around the shops
today" had been Warrcn's parting
admonition. "You stay in and nurse
that cold. Get in shape for that din
ncr tonight"
She had stayed ina long, dreary
day. But her cold no better Those
shivery chills down her spine. A touch
of the FLU"
And tonight-the dinner at Sir
Charles brings!
She must go. Sir Charles the head
of London firm Warren represented.
Cautious steps in the sitting room.
Subducd fixing-the-firc sounds.
as that you, Judkins:"
"Did 1 wake you, madame?" now at
the door, cleaning coal scuttle in
hand.
mo, ! wasn't asleep. Will you fill
this jug? And throw that quilt over
me- just can't get warm"
SLEEP ELUDES.
Eyes, it's a bit raw todsy. Why.
you didn't drink your tea, madame, !"
taking away the tray.
The reheated jug at her feet, Helen
.cuddled down for another cough.brok-
en-, trying-to-doze hour before time to
dress.
Only few moments sleep would
rest and refresh her. But the strained
after oblivion would not come.
Her head ached, her throat ached.
And those icy sbivers down her back.
But worst of all--the crushing sense
Of depression.
To have wasted the day, with all
London calling. Her favorite haunts
the out-of-the-way antique shops.
Dingy treasure-troves on forgotten
Side-streets. Then, when tired, a bus
top ride through regions still unex-
plorcd!
Surely day "antique-ing," doing
the thing she loved most-would have
been better than these brooding hours
in bed.
With her all ailments were so men
tai. Just to get out, to forget them,
was to throw them off.
Fumblins under the pillow for her
handkerchief. How sore and swollen
her nose! She would look borrid TO.
night.
WARREN URGES.
And her hair! Should have washed
it today-but had not dared. Over
two weeks now. Always hopeless
when oily.
To have time to wave it-she must
get up now. But still she lay there.
Too wretched to move.
The room growing darker with the
fog-veiled dusk. Only faint glow
from the fire.
Big Ben. Six.
She sat up. Shruddery chills over
her back and shoulders. Again she
shivcred down.
The door-Warren,
\ stream Of light from the sitting
room.
Hello, all dark in here" peeripg
INTO the bedroom. "How's the cold?"
ON, dear, j feel wretched," with
verifying cough.
Huh, been out again. switching
on the lamps. 'Gettin' your throat
full Of this COMPOUNDED fog"
Il haven't been anywhere. This
morning ] wrote letters-and in bed
all afternoon"
TRIES TO ESCAPE.
Great. Just what You needed
You'll feel all right when you get
started. What'd you have to eat ? Goo ]
lunch!"
"Oh, yes" evasiveIy. shrinking
from the thought of food. But, dear,
l. don't see how l can go-I look 50
Nonsense. you look fine" without
glancing at her. Come gu now. peD
up" peeling off his coat and vest.
Got to leave here by T."
As be swung into the bath room,
Helen forced herself out of bed.
4 dizzy moment crOuching before
the CRATE. Thin, blue, heatless flames.
Where's my Shawn soap?" came
his irate shout.
There sOmcwhere-just look" for
once not running TO wait on him.
Struggling with her hair now. The
mirror reflecting swollen, REDEEMED
eyes.
Her curling iron poked into the
crate. she took out her maize chiffOT.
"Whcred that blOomin' valet put
my dress shoes" growled Warren,
now rummaging in the wardrobe.
They must be there. Oh, it hurts
me so to cough -
"What'd you have for lunch? No
wonder you get run down-won't eat
anything. Have to stoke up in this
climate. Hello, what's burnin' there r
MY curling iron! Quick-put il
QUIT"
But the blazing wooden handle was
beyond rescue.
MORE TRAGEDIES.
snow ! can't fix my hair! And it's
hopeless :"
What's the matter with il? Oh,
it's all right-slick it back"
And I'm sight! Look at my eyes
and nose Dear, / just can't gO.'
Powder your map-yOu'll pass
These blamed English laundrics," as
saulting his collar. Always glue these