Omaha daily bee., 1912-05-01
BY MABEL HERBERT URNER.

The man shook his head. "rNothin' In
pockets" #.a.t.#s r.t.
"oh. but Mr.. Curtis was quite sure that
he left a bllibook."
Nothing In pocketa,' stolldly. as hs
clumsily wrapped the suit In a newspaper,
Not knowing what else to do. Helen
took the awkward bundle and hurried
but they were empty except for a sub.
way ticket and tobacco stamp.
Then she called up Warren.
Thought So" when she told him. III
see him on the way home. He'll find he
can't get away with this as easy as he
thinks"
But Warren. he didn't look guilty or
self-conscious. He seemed very natural"
''oh. has shrewd enough TO hoodwink
you. You didn't thing he'd give himself
away, did your"
But. dear. are you sure you left II In
that eoat2 Have you looked everywhere
else?'
'of course I'm sure. Because you're al
ways forgetting where you put things
DON'T think l am. I'll settle with that
man tonight"
1t was almost when he came home.
In glance Helen saw that no had not
recovered the bill book.
did you go 10 the tailor's?" she
asked cautiously.
Yes" curtly.
She knew Warren always hated to be
Questioned. that he always wanted TO
walt and tell things Ia his own time. But
now she could not refrain from asking:
what did he say, dearT'
what did he sayr'' irritably. Said
there was nothing in the pockets. Of
course. But he looked guilty as the
devil. He'll find he can't put across any
monkey business with me. ! told him II
he didn't hand over that bill book by
o'clock tomorrow morning I'd have the
officers there. And by George l will"
But, dear" hesitatlngly. II don't
think he looked guilty"
Huh. what do you know about it, He
could fool you without half trying. He
put up a pretty good bluff with me. but
I could see through him all right | can
always tell when a mans guilty. Never
been wrong on that yet. And this man
huh. it's cinoh. had him sized up be-
fore L been in that shop two minutes.
He'll hand over that bill book In the
morning-dort you lose any sleep about
that"
Late that evening as Helen folded up
the counterpane and turned down the
bedclothes for the night. she happened
TO move back the chair on which War
And there on the floor was the bill book.
"oh, Warren. Warren" joyousiy, as
she ran eagerly into the front room.
Look. dear. here IL Isl"
He turned sharply. But there was no
answering Joy in his face.
"where aid you find IT, he demanded.
Under the chair on which you laid the
suit this morning"
Suppose Il never occurred to you to
look there before?" sarcastically.
why, Warren, you said you were sure
=" and then, as she saw the gathering
scowl on his face. she stopped.
She had lived with Warren long enough
to know that one Of the things that made
him most furious was to be proven in
the wrong. And she stood there with the
bllibook in ner hand, that he would
rather have lost 1t than to have her find
II in this way.
In flash she thought Of all the things
he had said. Of his assurance Of its be-
ing in his pocket, and Of his positive
repeated assertions that the tailor had
looked guilty. But for the sake Of peace
she must make him feel that she was not
thinking Of these things. Even the secret
realization Of his own cocksureness when
he had been wrong always irritated him.
And this was not the only time Helen
had found It expedient to smooth things
over In this way. Over and over again
there had come up incidents In which
she had to pretend that he had not been
wrong. even when the facts were as alb
surdIy clear as they were now.
Most men. when they have been so