The Detroit times. [volume] (Detroit, Mich.) 1903-1920, 1917-07-27

AANlt Ffidhu sat upon H'l poiNhf
adequately screened from the public,
With palm leaf fan In her hand. II
Mas hot. humid morning. For as
hours the world had sizzled under
he July sun, and there was no re-
iet IN sight. Isle had scarcely
slept three hours during the night
Toward daylight she had fallen into
1er first rostful slumber, and Homer.
eaving her andisturbed. hyi cooked
sis own eggs and brewed his own
Office lislo had trained him 90 do
this although II frequently occa-
stoned grumble from her lsIAbaI-i.
Now. as she sal in the big reed rock
ar, cooling herself after swift bout
with the morning. Homework. she
'elt tired and llmped and uncom-
.ortable
ON the opposite corner, at Car
.er's biz house. a smart young maid
was putting the yoranda IN order.
while the shining new seven passeh-
ger car waited az the curb for Mrs.
Cartcrs morning airing. who pres,
entity came, crisp. gray. elegant. and
wearing roses She stepped into
m, car. gave the colored chauffeur
an ofGci. and was of
isle bit her lip she never asks
me 10 go" sne thought angrily. land
with nvc empty seats in her car,
too ~ wouldn't hurt her even tho
Homer does work IN her husbands
office wish Wc ha da car. wish
| had "A maid. ana / wish We had a
big, cool house. II doesn't seem fair
the way things are arranged In this
world That old Mrs. Carter has
everything want. and she doesn't
even think OF sharing Tears came
into her eyes. and she nibbled the
edge OF The palm leaf fan with teeth
which would have liked nothing bet
ter than 10 have Dir a chunk out Of
Mrs Carriers eAqulsitely massaged
cheek
last night "a Lisle and Homer
had sat alone upon their lfUle porch
they had looked our thru their brief
street az The procession OF automo-
biles. which on every fair evening
turned FloralIve into the gaycst
OF bOulcvards. Homer had roughly
estimated the value OF the rolling
stock as he called II, and gloomily
informed her that the price OF
single car like the Carter would
buy two bungalows the size OF
theirs Now. II there was a thIr/ on
earth that Isle wanted. next 10 a
talking machine and porch ham
mock. and a Circassian walnut din
ing room set and pair OF gray
strap pumps, and few other like
necessities. IL was an automobile.
l.. ~,
get ehead OF their actual expenses
OF living I.islc thought II was HON
crs fault because he was not suiii-
GENTLY efficient 10 command a high
or salary And Homer said that her
extravaganza had more TO do with
II than his salary MY mother al
ways used 10 say that woman
could throw out more with tea.
spoon than man could bring in
with shovel" He had nasty
way Of quoting
Lisie was a very unhappy. discon-
tented woman this morning Life.
the weather. her neighbors, and
Homer all seemed conspiring
against her 20 make her wretched
"Oh. what's the use?" she sighed
10 herself
Suddenly she gathered from the
general chorus OF morning sounds
one particular sound that had a jar.
ring familiarity. For days she had
been conscious OF that sound--a
clear whistling which conveyed
variety of tunes without much re-.
gard 30 time or tune Now when
she heard the notes OF Jesus, My
Cross Have Taken" she felt a shud-
dering distaste and An increasing
sense OF wrong When the tune
changed from "Suwanee River tO
"Mississippi Cabaret" and from that
20 Nearer. My God. 10 Thee" Lisle
felt her nerves fraying AZ the edges.
What a nuisance" she exclaimed.
81 wonder who IL is I can't seem
10 locate the sound II | could"
She glanced ominously at the
backs OF two or three houses. which
yerged on the empty lot opposite.
The unseen whistler had started on
Under the Sheltering Palms" and.
unable 20 endure longer, she fed
indoors The Joyous. persistent whis.
Ting seemed 20 follow her until
peal FROM the telephone bell drown
ed IL out
Bridge? This afternoon Oh. it's
80 hot" Lisle VAS answering the
next door neighbor. Mrs. Bland Il
haven't anything cool enough 10
wear My white linen is In the wash
That wrrtched washerwoman should
have had my clothes home yester-
day don't know who she is-some
one Homer looked up. Her names
Croker Mrs Clara Croker. She
docs Right here in the neiNhbor-
hood Moved last week? Well. I'll
30 and sec her and give her my
blessing n | get my dress III 90.
She hung up the receiver and
snatchod a parasol IL might have
known she would give me trouble
That comes of letting a man attend
90 youT business"
Thirteen Orchard-st Mrs Bland
had given the number As Lisle IN
her morning dimity and white shoes,
under the rosy parasol, approached
No i3 she was aware that the wills
ting was growing louder Good
NIGHT. little girl. good night she
heard Then she paused. looking
in az a tiny side porch wherc a NO.
man stood ironing something white.
My linen dress flashed across
Isles mind
She was a mlddle-aged woman.
with rough gray hair and strong
face that had look OF having smil
cd persistently into the faces of
great many things that most women
would have shrunk from. She was