The Knoxville independent. [volume] (Knoxville, Tenn.) 1894-current, 1917-09-08

nabe, HsrSsr. urner arms over the pill
low. ~"Do let's
Sunday" in grunting protest, set
thing lower under the covers.
"But, dear, it's almost nine," sitting
up with disturbing energy.
"Only day I can Sleep" shouldering
back the bedclothes. "Pull down those
shades"
Reluctantly Helen darkened the
room and again lay down. The shrill-
Ing spaTows and the slit Of yellow
light beneath the shades were allur-
Ing notes of the sun-bathed morning.
From down the street came the
tangling rhythm Of a hand organ.
Strident as was the tune, somehow it
suggested a white-sanded beach, a
deep blue, sun-glinted sea and the
murmurous rush Of frothing waves.
What wonderful day for an out
ing! But Warren's heavy regular
breathing discouraged her holiday
spirit. That he had had a hard week,
she knew, and Sunday was the only
morning he could be in bed.
For while she forced herself to lie
still. Then, finding sleep impossible,
noiselessly she slipped into her dress
Ing room.
"Will I start breakfast, ma'amY
Dora was busting the dining room.
"No, not yet! Mr.. Curtis wants to
Sleep"
Yielding to an impulse to dress up
to the day, Helen got out her daint-
lest summer gown---a sheer blue or
candle with flounces of white net.
Another lifting hand organ drew her
to the window. Leaning out she drank
in the sparkling air. Baby carriages
and nursemaids, well-dressed strolling
churchgoers and speeding motors
nffed with outing parties gavea GRa-
day festivity to the street.
A quarter past ten, glancing back
at the clock on her dresser. Warren
must get up! It was Dora's afternoon
off-she would want to get through
with the work,
Entering the darkened bedroom,
Helen drew up the shades, laid out
Warren's clean underclothes and a
freshly pressed light gray suit.
Then, perching on the edge of the
bed, she smoothed his rumpled hair
with persuasive, "Dear, it's after
ien!"
But Warren, in a deep Sunday morn
ing coma, breathed on in audible con-
tent.
Sweetheart" laying her cool cheek
against his sleep-heated face, you
must get up!'
"Uh-hY" turning over to escape her
disturbing caresses.
"It's Dora's Sunday Olive mustn't
make her too late"
"Eh?" yawningly. Then as thesglar-
Ing sunlight blinded his sleep-blurred
eyes: "Put down those shades. Don't
want any breakfast"
"Look who's come to help get you
up!" as Pussy Purr-Mew, leaping on
the bed, shifted inquiringly at War
rens outstretched hand.
"See here!'' with an angry founce
that shook the springs and sent Pussy
Purr-Mew flying. "I'll not get up till
I'm good and readyl Now you get out
of here and let me-"
But Helen had darted off to answer
the insistent phone.
"HelIo! --- Yes" with eager et-
pectancy. "Oh, we'd love to
90. --- How soon? - Where're
you now? - Downstairs" in dis
may. "Oh, Warren's not even up! -
Wait, I'll ask him."
Leaving the receiver off the hook,
she rushed back to the bedroom.
sThe Stevenses are downstairs in
the car" breathlessly. 'They want us
to go out to the Fieldbrook club, but
they can only wait ten minutes. Hur-
ry, dear--do hurry!"
sTen minutes? guess not? If they
can't wait half an hour-tell 'em to
60 on"
"Oh, they can't! They've got to
meet some people who're going out
on the IL 80. Oh, dear, hurry-hurry,' y
trying to drag him out of bed. tits o
perfect day for Fieldbrook!"
"Say I'll be down in half an hour,
as with maddening leisure he prepared
to get up. "They can't expect us to be
always ready to fall into their ma
chine"
"Can't you walt twenty minutesT
temporized Helen over the phone
"He's dressing now--he'll hurry all he
can. No, Of course not
wouldn't want you to miss them. ---
Yes, I'm ready. - Without War
rem? Oh no. couldn't think Of It."
"Why not?" yelled Warren from thu
bedroom. "Go ahead II they wan
you! That'll suit me flne."
"But, dear, I wouldn't enjoy 1t with
ont Ysu.'