Baxter Springs news. [volume] (Baxter Springs, Kan.) 1882-1919, 1915-07-08

Mabel n. UrneF. taken 1t.
"oh. we'll, what's
q few ribbons, anyway"
IF she takes ribbons. she'll take
other things. I'll always feel I CAM
trust" Then as Emma entered with
the coffee: Did you have a 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:
Its the feeling that she goes
through my things when I'm out
that's what makes me wild! That rib
bon was in a 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 a girl / can't trust!"
well, it's up to you. Fire her II
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's
Journal and turned to The Wars In
fluence 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 of;
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.
er, 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 to
speak about the corn mullins for
breakfast. But Emma was not there.
She had hurried through her dishes
and was gone-probably to the
movies" with Mrs. Carson's maid.
The kitchen was dark, but in
Emma's room the light was still
burning. AS Helen went In to turn
It of. she glanced about disapprov.
ingly.
The dusty bureau was Uttered with
hairpins, curriers' and picture post
cards. One OF the drawers was half
open. giving a glimpse Of the confu'
sion within.
Helen stood with her hand raised
to switch OF the light. struggling with
q sudden impulse to look through
Emma's things. She had always re-
spected the privacy Of girls room.
but Emma had taken that ribbon and
she had a right to know II she had
taken anything else.
Hesitatingly she turned to the
dresser and opened the top drawer.
Underneath a tangle of soiled hand.
kerchiefs, collars and ribbons. Helen
was amazed to find a number Of
things she had thrown away-a
broken comb, a velvet rose, an
empty perfume bottle and some old
white gloves.
Why had she saved those worth
less things? It could hardly be called
dishonest, but It showed a desire to
hoard that Helen did not like.
In the next drawer were an old silk
petticoat and a lace yoke that only
last week she had wrapped in a
bundle and put on the dumb waiter.
So Emma had unwrapped the bundle
and taken them out!
Helen turned from the bureau 70
the narrow closet. AS sne opened the
door an old straw hat Of Warren's
tumbled down from the upper shelf.
What could the girl want with that?
A hastJ search disclosed nothing
else. With q thorough distaste for
the work, Helen shut the closet door.
but a roll Of clothes kept It from
latching. As she lifted the bundle 10
push 1t back-underneath, in q torn
bit Of tissue paper. cleaned some
thing pink and satiny.
Helen caught It up. II was over
two yards Of wide rlbbon-enough to
run IN q skirt
The next moment she was In the
library, shaking the ribbon at War.
rem with an excited. vehement This