The Knoxville independent. [volume] (Knoxville, Tenn.) 1894-current, 1917-09-15

Ef - Warren strug-
Cling with his
auspenders and
-. u,s, stamping down
SasDoA -1' his trousers legs.
"Look at thatl Three inches too
short! Where the Sam Hill did these
come from?"
"why, you've drawn them up too
high"
s.Too high? Let out to the last
notch. When'd you have this suit
Ipressed?" examining the dress coat
and vest he had thrown on the bed.
"Today."
"Well. it's somebody elses! That
fool taller got 'em mixed. NOW
we're in a devil Of a fixl"
"Oh, Warren, he couldn't! 1t must
be your suit"
1T is, Ell? How about this-'H.
Gordon" finding the name on the
tailor's label inside the vest pocket.
"Mr. Gordon!" excitedly. "Oh, that
stupid delivery boyl Dorall have to
take IL IN anu get youAo'
With anxious directions, Helen fold
ed the suit over Dora's arm and sent
her across the halls to the Gordons'
apartment to explain the tailor's err
ror.
But the girl returned with the dis
concerting message that neither Mr.
nor Mrs. Gordon was in and that she
could not make their Norwegian maid
understand.
'Dear, wear your dinner coat,
pleaded Helen. "The Leonards aren't
very formal"
"The dinner coats all right-but
what about trousers? They happen to
be in style this year"
"Oh," despairingly, remembering
Warren had but one pair Of trousers
for both his dress and dinner coat.
"TI see if can locate EN-" girdlins
about him his long blanket robe.
'sNo-no, dear, you can't go IKE
that! Wait. I'm almost dressed. Onl.
Mrs Gordon's so peculiar hate TO g
wren SHE'S not there"
If 1t had been any one but the Cor
dons, worried Helen, as Dora hooked
her gown. Ever since the unpleasant
maid incident, last winter, their rela
tons had been most strained.
"The tailor who presses the clothes
left this suit with us, so you mus
have Mr.. Curtis" explained Heller
laboriously to the Gordons' maid.
"This Mr.. Gordon's suit?' smiled tn
girl. "Yes, take it in"
"But l want the other suit! Yo'
don't understand. The tailor got I'M
suits mixed" she began again will
distinct, painstaking slowness.
ooh, yes, ma'am-yes, maam, un
tlerstand! l get you the suit"
Helen waited hopefully at the door
but it was a blue sack suit that tn
girl brought out. Once more she ex
planned that it was black with satll
faced collar, and the maid came smll
ingly back with morning coat.
"Know what time 1t ISL" called war
rem, appearing in the hall. :,
"Oh, / can't make her understand,
desperately. "Shes brought ever
suit but the right one."
.sThen 60 In and get it yourself"
"Oh, not while they're out"
"Well, II we're going to that Dime
we can't stand on ceremony"
"Yes, maam, you come look-thatl
be all right" the maid assured them.
Reluctantly Helen followed ne
through the long, dim hall. Thong
they had lived on the same floor wit
the Gordons for over two years,
was the first time she had been l
their apartment.
Past the dining room, with the tabl
set for dinner, a glimpse of bati
room with elaborate, but unpolishe
fixtures. and Helen found herself in a
oyerfurnished bedroom cluttered wit
cretonne-covered boxes and han'
made knicknacks that suggested
church bazaar.
eMaybe you find it here" The gi
threw open the closet door.
1t was crowded, disordered close
The shelves were jumbled with ha
boxes and the floor Uttered with shoe
and shoe trees. From a cross re
hung Mr.. Gordon's suits. Helen wei
through them hurriedly. A frock Goa
a cutaway, four sack suits, an owe
coat-Warren's dress suit was NJ
there.
'.Maybe in hurry she left 1t mere
suggested the maid, leading the wa
into the smaller bedroom that In the
apartment Helen used as a dressir
room.
Here Mrs. Gordon's clothes owe
flowed the hooks and crowded u
door. On the cross-pole hung her De
ter frocks on ribbon-covered hanger
and among them cleaned the satiI
black Of Warren's dress suit. III
sound Of closing door, and the ma
ran out with an anxious, "Oh, Mr