The Oakley herald. [volume] (Oakley, Idaho) 1908-1961, 1915-08-13

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"Oh. we'll, what s
few ribbons, anyway"
IF she takes ribbons, she'll take
other things. I'll always feel ! can't
trust" Then as Emma entered with
the coffee: did you have busy
day, dear? Many people in?"
Emma's usually placid face was
slightly flushed. Had she been lis
tening? Helen waited until they were
in the library, out Of the reach of pos
sible eavesdropping. then she went on
heatedly:
TITS the feeling that she goes
through my things when I'm out
that's what makes me Wild That rib
bon was in box way in the back
of the drawer-she had to go through
everything to find it,
Lock your door"
"Oh, can't lock up things! won't
have girl l can't trust"
We'll, it's up to you Fire her IL
you want to-but she's an AL cook. "
And, drawing up chair for his feet,
Warren settled back with the paper
Helen took up the last Woman )
JoUrnal and turned to The Wars In
fiuence on Early Spring Fashions
Her mind passed unmeaningly over
the words. She was thinking of some
narrow lace in the same drawer with
that ribbon-and all that sachet she
had brought from London!
Throwing down the magazine
Helen ran into her room and got out
the lace. There was so much OF 1t
several yards might have been cut off
she could not tell But the sachet was
all there-four unopened bottles, the
one on her dresser and one she had
given Carrie.
While she had these things out
Helen started to straighten her draw
err, her mind still revolving around
the problem of Emma
What's going on in there?" called
Warren complainingly. who, although
buried in his paper, always wanted
her with him in the evening.
I'm just a minute. dear; I'm putting
away some things"
Before going back to the library
Helen went out to the kitchen tC
speak about the corn mullins fol
breakfast But Emma was not there
She had hurried through her dishes
and was gone-probably to the
movies" with Mrs. Carsons maid.
The kitchen was dark. but II
Emma's room the light was still
burning. AS Helen went in to turf
1t on, she glanced about disapprov
ingly.
The dusty bureau was Uttered will
hairpins, curriers' and picture post
cards. One of the drawers was hal
open, giving a glimpse OF the confu
sion within
Helen stood with her hand raised
to switch off the light. struggling with
a sudden impulse to look through
Emma's things. She had always re
spected the privacy of girls room
but Emma had taken that ribbon ant
she had a right to know II she hat
taken anything else.
Hesitatingly she turned to tn,
dresser and opened the top drawer
Underneath a tangle OF soiled hand
kerchiefs. collars and ribbons, Heller
was amazed to find a number o
things she had thrown away
broken comb, velvet rose, Al
empty perfume bottle and some oil
white gloves.
Why had she saved those worth
less things? 1t could hardly be calle
dishonest. but 1t showed a desire +
hoard that Helen did not like.
In the next drawer were an old sill
petticoat and a lace yoke that onl
last week she had wrapped in
bundle and put on the dumb waiter
So Emma had unwrapped the bundl
and taken them out,
Helen turned from the bureau :
the narrow closet AS she opened tn
door an old straw hat of Warren
| tumbled down from the upper shell
What could the girl want with that
A hasty search disclosed nothin
else. With a thorough distaste fo
the work, Helen shut the closet doc
but roll of clothes kept 1t frol
latching. AS she lifted the bundle
push 1t back-underneath. in a tor
bit of tissue paper, cleaned som
thing pink and satiny
Helen caught 1t up. 1t was owe
two yards of wide ribbon-enough
run in skirt.
The next moment she was in II
library, shaking the ribbon at Wa
rem with an excited, vehement "Th