South Bend news-times. (South Bend, Ind.) 1913-1938, 1914-03-05

1t was Sunday, the first warm
sunshiny spring Sunday But IL one
IS lonely and unhappy the very ra-
dance OF "a day like this seems only
10 add depression
Since Warren had been away Helen
had dreaded the Sundays most OF all.
Each one had seemed more dreary and
desolate than the last And now as
she wandered restlessly around the
apartment she wondered how she
could get through this day.
IL had been ever a week now since
she had heard from Warren-nOt one
word since her letter about the room
er. She was anxiously waiting for
every mall ON Sundays one OF the
elevator boys always went 90 the post
office. but today there had been only a
circular for her. And there would be
no other mail until morning
She had glanced through the sun
day papers but was too restless TO
read Finally she went in and got
out her mending basket. Surely it
was TO worse to sew on Sunday than
10 do anything else. and the time
would drag less heavily If she was at
work. A little petticOat OF Winlfred S
and some stockings we're already in
the basket. These she mended and
then got out her blue serge skirt
which needed fresh braid around the
bottom.
1t was so warm that she raised the
window beside her, and the soft spring
air blew in the curtains through
which she caught glimpses OF the
street below. The bright day had
brought out many afternoon strOllers.
The silk hats and frock coats of the
men. the spring millinery of the wom-
en-, gay swith flowers and bright col
ored straw. the occasional bunch of
viOlets-it was all a part of the atmO-
sphere OF a Sunday afternoon in
spring.
DesOIate Thoughts.
No one seemed alOne-they were all
ways in couples or in groups Of three
or four. AS Helen looked down at
this leisurely. wCll-dressed Sunday
thrOng. more than ever she felt her
desolatiOn.
Just then there passed an athletic
looking man with a slender woman
beside him and a little girl in white
running on in front. There was some
thing in the carriage OF the man that
reminded her Of Warren, and the
woman was strangely like herself.
And vet what a difference For even
as they passed Helen saw the man
take her arm at the street crossing.
and his very gesture was one OF love
and protection, while the woman look
ed up and laughed happily.
1t was only passing picture, but II
was so full OF the joy of companion
shin that Helen turned from the
window with the old aching lump in
her throat.
She thought of the look of content
ment on the wOman's face and the
pride of possession in the mans. How
long had il been since Warren had
looked at her like that2 What could
that woman give that she could not2
And why must she be here alone with
the emptiness of a Sunday afternoon
end evening before her, while other
women had the JOY of their husbands
love and COmpaniOnship?
4 startling ring from the telephone
i'm the hall She dropped her sewing
and ran eagerly to answer il. ANY
chance caIler-any interruption to her
brooding thOughts-would be well
Mrs stevens is calling, announced
the boy.
with a hurried ASK her to come
mp" Helen ran back TO gather up her
sewing and put it away.
"Moping here all alone asked
Mrs. Stevens. as She kissed her. II
thought so. Now put on your things;
we've got the car down stairs. We're
going for a long drive and have din
ner somewhere i'm the country"
"But Winifred? It's Delia's after
noon On-I've got no one TO leave
with her"
That's all arranged for" triumph
antly. brought Jennie along to take
care of her-she'n be up in a mo-
ment."
Jennie was one of Mrs. Stevens
maids. a young French girl. devoted to
children. who had taken care OF Win
fired on several occasions. SO Helen
had no fear 81 leaving her.
wow hurry and get ready. oh.
it's wonderful Out.'
IL took Helen only a few moments
10 dress and get into her wraps, and