Judsonia weekly advance., 1915-07-07

she'd admit she'd Mabel K. urner. taken it."
 "Oh, we'll, what few ribbons, anyway"
 eff she takes ribbons, she'll take other things. I'll always feel I can't 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 Pm 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! I won't have a girl I can't trust!"
 Well, it's up to you. Fire her if you want to-but she's an Al cook. " And, drawing up a chair for his feet, Warren settled back with the paper.
 Helen took up the last Woman 5 Journal and turned to "The Wars h. luence on Early Spring Fashions
 Her mind passed unmeaningly over the words. She was thinking of some narrow lace in the same drawer with hot chn had brought from London!
 Throwing down the magazine, Helen ran into her room and got out the lace. There was so much of it, several yards might have been cut off i; 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 CT, her mind still revolving around the problem of Emma.
 Whats going on in there?" called Warren complainingly. who, although buried in his paper, always wanted her with him in the evening.
 Tn just 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 1t of, she glanced about disapprov- ingly.
 The dusty bureau was filtered with hairpins, curlers and picture post cards One of the drawers was half open, giving glimpse of the confu- sion within.
 Helen stood with her hand raised to switch off the light, struggling with 8 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 if 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 1t showed a desire to hoard that Helen did not like.
 In the next drawer were an old silk petticoat and 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 to the narrow closet. As she opened the door an old straw hat of Warren's s tumbled down from the upper shelf What could the girl want with that?
 A hasty search disclosed nothing else. With a thorough distaste for the work, Helen shut the closet door but roll of clothes kept it from latching. AS she lifted the bundle to push it back-underneath, in a torn bit of tissue paper. gleamed some thing pink and satiny.
 Helen caught 1t up. It was over two yards of wide ribbon-enough to run in a skirt.
 The next moment she was in the 'library. shaking the ribbon at War. ren with an excited. vehement "This