Harrisburg telegraph. [volume] (Harrisburg, Pa.) 1879-1948, 1914-03-30
HELEN HAS AN INTIMA II e
GLIMPSE INTO THE LIFE OF A
WOMAN SHE HAS NEVER MET.

What dear little bedroom!" en-
Unused Helen, glancing around the
dainty blue and white room.
And look" Evelyn opened the door
of a large closet fitted up as kichen-
cite. "You see she's left everything"
IT'S good china, too," examining
the mark on the bottom of teacup.
wait till you see these" taking
some silver from box on the shelf.
Look at that old Monogram - I'm
sure they're family pieces. Feel the
weight to that spoon!"
II should think she'd have put those
away" exclaimed Helen.
'She didn't put anything away.
She just walked out and left the
apartment as you see 1t. The only
things she took were her clothes"
And you didn't see her at all?"
mo, only the agents. Shed left
the city hurriedly, and wrote them
to sublet it. Wasn't l fortunate to
get it?"
"You certainly were." agreed Helen.
1.-TWO rooms and bath, furnished, in
this neighborhood, for $70-that's aw-
fully cheap!"
That's just the rent of the apart
ment; she's not charging for the furni-
ture. But l can't help feeling there
something queer about her leaving so
suddenly. Everything showed she
hadn't intended to leave. Why, there
were even eggs and grapefruit in
there
"How long had she been gone when
YOU rented it?"
"Just three days. There were still
some faded roses on her desk. l can't
get away from the feeling that there's
a tragedy under 1t all"
eff doeS saeup cl1rtOnst ~ admitted
Helen. 81 never heard of any one rent
Ing an apartment and leaving every
thing in it. Is this her picture?" TAX
fng up silver frame from the dress
Ing table.
II think it must be. for there's one
like it on the piano"
The photograph on the piano had
y been taken at the same time, for the
gown was the same, only the pose
was different. 1t was a charming pic
ture of an attractive young woman of
about twenty-five.
''Is all this music hers?" Helen
asked as she put back the picture.
TITS all here--just the way she left
tt She must have studied in Berlin"
OPENING one of the books in which
Tas written: Irene L. Matthews, 11S
-Koenigstrasse, Berlin"
''And the books?" turning to the
bookcase. "Are these hers, too?"
Eyes, and there are some unusual
things on that lower shelf"
There were few good editions and
an expensive set Of Browning inscrib-
ed: ITO I. L. M. from J. K. G." Sew
eral of the other books were from ~.
K. c."
While they were looking through
these the phone rang.
HIJe11nf Whnob paI1ed ElUaIyn ooh
Say I'll see her down there. It's Mrs.
O'Neill," turning to Helen, "the wo-
man I'm trying to get work for. She'll
stay for ever If 1 ask her up. I'll not
\ be a moment"
Helen was now absorbed in the
books. In copy of Keats was writ
ten, "J. K. Griswold, Berlin; June
1912" Out of this fell couple of
| Kodak pictures taken on board va
steamer. There was girl standing
by the rail, her features the same as
those In the picture on the piano.
The other print was of a man, tall
good-looking, in a shaggy steamer
coat.
Already Helens vivid imagination
was piecing together romance. They
had met in Germany while she was
lBtudying music. They had returned
on the same steamer.
Then, as she examined closely the
man in the kodak picture, she turned
ITO a larger photograph on the mantel.
Yes, they were the same. 1t was a
strong face, but the face Of man of
the world.
She was still studying these when
the phone rang. 1t was the one on
the desk. not the house phone by the
door.
Hello" mans voice, deep and
~ibrant. IT want 1884 plaza"
Helen glanced at the number on
xhe phone. yes, this is 1894 Plaza"
II would like to speak to Miss
tfatthews."
.fiss Matthews IS not here. She's
left town, l believe"
Left town." echoed the deep voice.
"When WILL she be back?'
'I really don't know anything about
It," explained Helen. "A friend of
mine, Miss Ford has rented this apart.
ment."
Rented the apartment! I don't un-
derstand. You say some one has rent
I'D Miss Matthew's, apartment"
Yes; she'll be back in moment
2Wait. here she is nowi">
With her hand over the phone,
Helen whispered to Evelyn.
Some ones calling up Miss Mat
hews. You speak to him."
Evelyn explained briefly that she