The Richmond palladium and sun-telegram. [volume] (Richmond, Ind.) 1907-1939, 1914-05-20
the dock. Connect me with my apart

the dock. Connect me with my apart
ment, I'm sure our maid is there"
I'll connect you, ma'am, but there
amt no one there
Then Helen insisted on speaking to
the superintendent, who told her
their apartment was still closed, and
that he had no seen their maid.
What could have happened? Could
Maggie have failed to receive the let
ter? Helen hurried back to Warren
worried and anxious.
"She may have not got the letter.
Better send her telegram right
away" he suggested. IT'S just out
in Jersey-she can get in to-day"
Carrie murmured some sympathetic
platitude about never being able to
depend on any servant, and that Mag
gle may have taken another place.
But Helen insisted stoutly that Mag
gle was very loyal, and that she had
really wanted to come back.
A SUGGESTION.
See here Warren turned to Helen
suddenly. There's no need of us both
waiting I'll have to stay to pass the
get that wire off to Maggie and open
up the placer
Helen eagerly accepted this excuse
to escape from the long wait and
strained conversation with his people.
And to Carries suggestation that she
go with her, Helen insisted that she
did not at all mind going alone.
Ten minutes later Helen left the
pier Disregarding Warren'S advice
to take a taxi, she took the first cross
town car to the subway. How strange
the streets looked! After a few
months abroad ones own city looks
curiously foreign.
Even their own apartment house
seemed unfamiliar. There was a new
elevator boy, to whom Helen had to
give the number of her floor.
With a feeling of depression she I'M
locked the door of the darkened,
musty smelling apartment.
Quickly throwing up the blinds and
windows, she glanced over the accu-
INFLATED mass of mail for some mes.
sage from Maggie. Yes, there it was
"a cheap envelope addressed in Mag
gie'S cramped hand.
Dear Mrs. Curtis:
| got your letter, but amt
coming back any more. | got a
place where the work amt so
hard on me. don't have to clean
no hard floors, and no ironing. l
hope you get somebody just as
good. Respectfully,
Maggie Murphy.
SO Maggie was not coming back!
Helen's dismay was mingled with in
dignation. If she had thought the
work too hard, why had she not said
so before they sailed?
Helen looked helplessly around the
dusty dismantled apartment The
first thing to do was to get some one
to clean up. Hurriedly she penciled
a note to Mrs. O'Grady, her washer
! woman and standby, asking her to
come at once-today. if possible; if
not, the first thing in the morning.
When she had sent the note she
! got out of her travelling suit and into
working house dress She wanted
to get some of the busting done before
Warren and the trunks came, or there
would be no place to lay anything
when she unpacked.
! VERY DEPRESSING.
| There is nothing more depressing
or discouraging than the opening uE
! of an apartment after several months
! absence, and for the moment Helen
was almost homesick for their rooms
in Paris. Just now her minds pic
ture of those rooms seemed more ia
maliar than this, their own home.
! 1t was almost an hour before she
saw a cab with their trunks driven up