San Antonio light. [volume] (San Antonio, Tex.) 1911-1993, 1925-08-23


and make a plain omelet. Quickly
as you cam"
Not for me. I'm off omelets
now," rasped Warren. Same thing
every Sunday-nevcr get a decent
Sunday breakfast. Sour cream-or
sour somethin' ~
why, dear, that's unfair-only
once the cream was sour. Let her
shirr you some eggs-or would you
rather have them poached?"
Nix on eggs-that omelet'll do
me for some time"
"Well, really think you'd be bet
ter off with just coffee and mullins.
In this heat-and after all that din
ner, you don't want"
Quit harpin' on that dinner! We
go out once in a blue moon, and
you chew the rag bout it for the
next week. Where're the papers?-
"She must have them. Sunday she
always takes them into the kitchen"
touching the bell. "She's crazy about
the COMICS"
"Didn't no papers come" was
Annals surly announcement. Eyes, I
asked the elevator boy. Said the
man didn't bring none for nobody
this morning."
Cant even get a paper here :"
exploded Warren. "Why don't you
get n man you can depend on? Not
the first time this happened"
"Dear, ] hate to change. That
poor man has lung trouble-and a
wife and two kiddies. He's the one
gave your brown suit to-he was
so grateful"
well, that's no reason why I
shouldn't have my papers on Sun
day."
Anna, can't you run out and get
them! No, never mind" at her sour
face. I'll go myself"
Here, finish your breakfast"
Warren reached for a third muffin.
mo, l don't want any more.
never can eat when it's so hot"
Then sit there till I'm through.
Here" showing over his cup.
Two cups of coffee, three mullins
and two helpings of orange MARINA
lade was Warrens "makeshiftY
breakfast.
"NOw you can get those papeffs."
pushing back from the table. EAnd
blow him up. Third or fourth time
it's happened. y
Not waiting 10 put on herl hat.
Helen snatched her parasol and
started out.
Down in the deserted street, the
sun-baked pavement scorching
through her thin-soled pumps, she
hurried around the corner to the
newsstand.
A tiny shop, cheap stationery in
. the window, the newspapers outside.
The door stood open, but no one
behind the counter. The coins on
the papers proclaimed self-service.
But Helen had only a dollar bill.
With mounting impotence she
peered into the dark rear room.
A sound Of hysterical weeping.
Through a dark anteroom, piled
with papers and boxes, hesitatingly
Helen entered the low sordid room
beyond.
Stiflingly hot. The one small win
dow facing n brick wall.
On tumbled bed lay the wife of
the ncwsdealer.
HAS anything happened? Are
you ill.," Helen moved nearer.
"This's Mrs. Curtis. 1 came to get
the papers"
Its Joe" raising a tear-blurred
face. HE was run overnight out
here
"Oh! brcathed Helen, cropping
for words of comfort.
II just been to the hospital. They
IT, 10
crushed-they think they'll have to
take it off,"
"Oh. maybe it's not so bad as
that. They do such wonderful things
now-they may be able to save it."
But he's not strong-he can't
stand much. He's worked himself
dowr-carrying all those heavy
Sunday papers,"
when did it happen?'
This mornin' when he started
out. A car came around the corner
didn't blow or nothin'. The man
Offered me hundred dollars to sign
a paper I wouldn't sue. No, 1
didn't-but ] must have money to
pay the hospital"
I'D have advice before ] signed
anything. III ask Mr.. Curtis-he's
a lawycr-he'll help you, know"
"Oh, will you, MANI gratefully.
ooh, must you go? / sent for his
sister-she's coming right away. II
you could stay-till she gets here"
eyes, of course I'll stay, but I
must phone Mr.. Curtis so he won't
be worried. You haven't a telc-
phone"
"They's one in the cigar store
next door"
A moment later, in the tobacco
rocking booth. Helen was impulsive-
ly enlisting Warren's aid.
g. Oh, / KNEW you would!
=. Yes, IJtold her not to sign any
away. And have Anna fix up some
thing-I know she hasn't eaten a
thing. Yes, I'll wait till you
come"
Leaving the sweltering booth, Hell
en-, aglow with her tidings Of help
fulness, hurried back TO the dark
rear room Of the tiny shop.
How trivial her worries OF few
moments ago-the heat, her depres-
sion, Warren's explosion, the One
let! Now with a glimpse Of real
tragedy. the emotional pendulum
swung to ferVent gratefulness for
all that she had.
What mattered Warren's irasci-
bility? Beneath it all he was so
fine and generous. Always ready to
help!
Her unreasoning depression
seemed now but fragrant ingratitude.
Hereafter. she would be immune to
his Sunday-morning grouches-by
remembering all that she had. And