Middletown transcript., 1917-09-01

lure Newspaper Synd1cate)
I've been trying to get Warren up
all morning." with lingering regret, as
she settled back on the leather-tufted
seat
wei. you're not going to stay in
and pamper him day like this" Mrs.
Stevens tucked the linen duster about
her.
AT first, Helen gave herself up to
the sheer physical joy of the glittering'
sunlight and SOft-scented air. But
soon thoughts of Warren shadowed
her mind
Would he sleep all morning without
either breakfast or lunch? In her hur-,
ry, she had forgotten to give Dora any
orders. That she had had no break
fast hardly occurred to her. But War
rem should not miss his meals; any ir-
regularity always upset him.
| The car shot on with even speed.
They were at One Hundred and Eight
ieth street now. With vague uneasf-
ness, Helen was watching the numbers
on the lamp-posts.
THAT'S not very heavy" observed
Mrs. Stevens, feeling Helen's light
pongee coat. ''Will you be warm
enough coming back tonight?"
Tonight! Why, wei, be back be-
fore dinner?"
Before dinner We're to dine out
there! We won't get back much be-
+! fore midnight"
"Oh;" blankly. Il thought we were
only going out for luncheon"
"Well. now, don't begin to worry
about Warren. Do him good to have
lonely Sunday. You can phone him
from the club, if you want to-
Two Hundred and Thirty-fifth
street, Two Hundred and Thirty
sixth street, Two Hundred and Thirty
seventh street. The last subway sta
tiOn was at Two Hundred and Forty
second. She could get out there-and
be back home in less than an hour!
Not until midnight! What would
Warren do for dinner? Where would
he go? How would he spend the eve
AAd6 WOuiO AC SIdy dlOuuu uOLh0
and read in lonely dreariness?
What If he did want to lie in bed?
Sunday was his one day to rest. And
his work was so nerve-wearing, he re-
quired sleep.
Two Hundred and Thirty-ninth
street-only three more blocks Lean
ing forward, she laid OBTAINING hand
on Mr.. Stevens shoulder.
"Stop at Two Hundred and Forty
second street-I'm going back on the
subway! Oh, I know I'm foolish, but
can't leave Warren all day."
A storm of protest followed this an
nouncement. Mrs Stevens, exercis-
ing the privilege Of an old friend, de-
nounced In scathing sarcasm Helen's
lack of independence.
eyes, 1 know" helplessly, ''but
wouldn't enjoy 1t. I'd be perfectly
wretched all day. know would"
From the subway kiosk she waved
them a laughing good-by. Almost
lightheartedly she ran down the steps
to a waiting express.
1t was not quite twelve when she
reached their apartment Noiselessly
she closed the door and tiptoed
through the hall. Warren should
sleep as long as he wanted-but when
he woke he would find her there.
Passing the dining room, she
stopped in startled amazement. Dora
was clearing the breakfast table.
"Yes, ma'am, Mr.. Curtis had his
breakfast, but he didn't eat nothin'-
just cup Of coffee and bit Of
toast"
The next second Helen had darted
into the library where Warren, in his
shirt sleeves, his hands In his pockets,
stood staring moodily out the window.
It was only in that first glinting Sec:
ond that she saw his face light up.
Then he shook the ashes from his
cigar with a careless, Hello, kitten,
what brought you back?"
"Oh, they won't get home before
midnight! They're to have dinner out
there-and II couldn't stay that long
without you!" Drawing him to chair
she crept into his lap. II made them
let me out at the last subway sta
ton"
"Silly!" blowing away her tickling
veil. How'd you like to go down to
Long Beach-have dinner thereT
ooh, I'd love it," excitedly. I'D
love it,"
Look Out-that'S vilIainOuS
thing!" lodging a threatening hatpin.
as she burrowed her face against his
coatless chest. "Now we haven't time
to fool" pushing her away. "You get
some breakfast and We'll be off. Yes,
I'll have cup of coffee with you
felt q bit off my feed this morning"