Judsonia weekly advance., 1915-08-18

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 Helen was tempt ed to rush to the door, fling it open and confront Emma with her lie. But with the Stevenses coming to dinner, it was not an opportune time for B scene
 Besides, Emma's month was up the 20th, and Helen had already told her to look for another place. She could not longer put up with her untruthfulness, her furtiveness and her intimacy with the Gordons' maid.
 The mayonnaise, beaten to creamy smoothness, Helen now put in the ice; gave a few adjusting touches to the sideboard and table, and went in to dress. Knowing it would take several weeks to break in new girl, she was having the Stevenses before Emma left.
 She had taken down her hair when she thought of the egg for the salad. Last time it had not been hard enough the yolk was gluey.
 Emma!" running back to the sound was the gurgle of the boiling potatoes. Emma was not there
 Was she over with the Gordons' maid again? Helen opened the door sail,.e-ang sil,. furiously their kitchen bell, which could be heard across the hall. Emma as the girl came sheep ishly out, cant you stay in your own kitchen long enough to get din @ner?"
 T just wanted to take back a lem on ! borrowed" with evasive eyes.
 How many times have l told you not to borrow of the Gordons? When did you need a lemon? We always have lemons. -
 "Oh, it was last bhen-when we had that salmon.
 Emma's glib lies were ever ready. With an effort Helen let this one pass, told her curtly about the egg, and went back to her room.
  slippers, she was startled by an ex- plosion that sounded alarmingly near But, as no commotion followed, she decided it was a bursting tire in the street below.
 few moments later the doorbell rang. It couldn net be the Stevenses --it was only half-past six! Even Warren had not come yet.
 Again the bell, clamorous peal. Where was Emma? Why did she Anot answer it? Had she dared to go over to the Gerdons' again?
 Throwing on a kimono, Helen ran out to the hall. The Stevenses would not ring like that! Standing back Of the door, she opened it few inches. A glimpse of Emma's white apron she had locked herself out!
 Helen, furious, flung wide the door Then she saw that something had happened. There stood the Cor dons' maid, white as chalk. Emma, her face covered with her hands, was leaning tremblingly against the wall.
 "Oh-oh, the oven!" she sobbed. Tt it exploded!'
 That was what she had heard! Helen flew out to the kitchen, ex- pecting to see it in flames, but there was only dense smoke and stifiing smell of gas. She flung up the win dow, tuzned eff the still escaping gas, and ran back to Emma.
 Her hairs all scorched, ma am" !" whispered the Gordons maid.
 Scorched! Helen had thought she was only frightened. Drawing her to the light. she saw that her hair was badly singed.
 Why, Emma" taking the girls hands from her face, ''and your eye brcws, tool Oh, I'm so sorry. Wait Helen flew for the cold cream. Here, rub this on-does it smart ?" The girl nodded and rubbed the cream on her soot-streaked face.
 "Oh, she came runnin' out so scared she couldn't speak," the Gordons' laaid still clutching tea towel and a plate of the Gordons' best china.
 T heard the explosion" admitted Helen, but l didn't dream it was in our kitchen. Warren!" she called ex- citedly. Come herein Emma's room! The stove sxploded!"
 Without waiting to take of his ever coat, Warren came rushing out.
 How'd this happen?" as he quick fy examined the singed hair and eye brows. Then, turning to Helen Wed better have doctor here
 sOh, no, sir. I'm all right, don't need doctor" protested Emma.
 T hardly think she does. dear" mur mured Helen, thinking of the expense yet hating herself for it.