Evening capital news. (Boise, Idaho) 1901-1927, 1917-05-11
The Business Of
Living % o. p
DOUGLAS GETS HIS SUNDAY FOR
REST
BY MRS. EVA LEONARD,

Sunday morning dawned clear and
| cold. The Fillmore household was
early astir. Eleanor had no more
than net foot In the kitchen than
Aunt Laura appeared in her fresh cal
leo dress and big white apron.
why did you get up SO early,
AuntT' asked Eleanor. II was plan
ming to let you sleep till breakfast
was ready this morning"
EARLY! Do you call this early ?"
laughed the old lady. why. have
been awake for over an hour waiting
for you folks to stir. We get up
earlier on Sunday than any other
morning. I never want to hurry to get
ready for church."
II do love an extra nap" Eleanors
smile was appealing. I'VE have to
get up early six days in the week
and Douglas at least can sleep on
Sunday morning. There is never
much late sleeping for a mother with
little baby"
II know how that IT," said the
motherly old voice. Now while you
are feeding the baby l will get the
breakfast: l will make some Of the
mullins Douglas used to like"
THAT will be delightful surprise"
Eleanor had learned that the way to
make her guest happy was to allow
her to carry out her plans undis-
turbed. By the time baby's break
fast was over the mullins were ready
for the pans and bacon was crisping
on the stove.
Now breakfast will be ready in
about 20 minutes. Is everybody up?"
asked the bustling old lady.
mo, l will call them" She glanced
at the clock. 1t was fully an hour
earlier than her husbands rising time
on Sundays; but the mullins were
nearly ready. She left the kitchen to
call him.
Douglas" she shook her husband
softly, Il hate to wake you, but Aunt
Laura is making mullins especially
for you and they will be done in
about 15 minutes. You will have to
get up"
Il don't want any breakfast. II
would rather Sleep" was the drowsy
answer.
But you know you are going to
church with her. You told her so last
night and"
A yawn told her he was awake. II
am so tired I simply can't" was the
despairing answer. Eleanor cast about
in her mind to know what to do.
Shall I tell her you are sick?" she
asked. Douglas groaned.
It'll get up" was the gloomy an
swer.
Il don't believe you are we'll, Doug
las" said Aunt Laura when the family
were seated around the breakfast
table.
Just tired, that's ALL" Douglas tried |
to simulate cheerfulness.
II believe you are In for one of |
your headaches and I shall have to
set about to cure it." Aunt Laura look |
ed determined. Putting your feet in
hot mustard water will draw the blood
from your head and a hot pack will
lessen the inflammation. I'll not go
to church today. rll--"
MY dear Aunt Laura" began Flea
nor. hurriedly, as she saw the look
in Douglas eyes. You give me full
directions and I will cure Douglas
headache. ! would not have you miss
church for anything. You can have
Jack for an escort; he will be de-
lighted to go with YOU"
Don't you want to go to Sunday
school. too?" Jack was enthusiastic in
his invitation. The old lady hesitated.
Il would enjoy that, but"
You set ready then: I'll help you,
and write down full directions while
you are dressing" Eleanor rose de-
termined to get the coast clear that
Douglas might rest. You watch the
baby till I come back, that is II your
head is not too bad She shyly
smiled at her husband and disappear
ed. He could hear the hurrying feet
of the church goers as he sat back in
an easy chair with the baby in his
lap.
Yes. Til have him all cured when
you get back" he heard his wife say
as she bade them goodbye and
closed the door.
Now, dear, the house will be still
Put on your bathrobe and sleep the
whole blessed morning" Eleanor ,
took the baby.
>"Dear little deliverer," he muir II
as he folded her In his arms,
baby and all. Eleanor smiled happily !,
as she watched him climb the stairs
waving to the baby as he went. l.
(To be continued) Ia
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