Orleans County monitor. [volume] (Barton, Vt.) 1872-1953, 1916-01-19

going to order one grapefruit day."
well, if you. don't want the girl
to have grapefruit-Td rather tell
her than do thing like that. Jove,
you can be mighty small"
| Warren, I'm not SMALL" passion
ately. That's what you always say
because you know it hurts me. Do
you think your mother or Carrie
| would furnish three-for-a-quarter
| grapefruit to any maid? You know
they're more strict in such things
than l ever could be! You always
said 1 was too good to Ncra-that 1
let her run over me-"
$50 you did. But now that you've
got a girl worth six of her-you're
sore about what she eats. You've
got no sense of proportion, that's the
trouble with you. You get hipped on
one idea, and you can't see anything
else What's the matter-pinch your
f1nger?"
Exasperated, Helen had turned
back the stepladder with a resentful
| jerk and had caught her finger at the
| most painful part of the nail. Brush
| ing by Warren, she ran to the bath
room, where she bathed the bruised
| nail in witch hazel and nursed her
aggrieved sense of injury.
! It was after ten. Too hurt and in
| dignant to go back to the library, she
turned on her bath and began brood
ingly to undress,
Why did Warren always try to
make her feel small and mercenary?
She was furious with herself, furious
with him, and above all furious with
! Emma for being the indirect cause
| of it all
She was in bed, her arm over her
eyes to shade them from the light,
when Warren came in.
Still sulking?' One of his shoes
Cropped heavily.
Helen did not answer, and her lace
frilled sleeve shaded her face.
When he had taken his bath. he
threw up the windows and turned off
the lights. Still Helen lay motion
less; she had not stirred.
thinking about that grapefruit
she's going to eat tomorrow" jeer-
ing1y. as he got into bed.
Helen could have shrieked In
stead she bit her lips, and angry tears
wet the sleeve of her nightdress.
Warren gave his pillow punch, set
tied it under his head, drew the bed
clothes around his shoulders and was
soon doing off
But for Helen, who had worked
herself up to a state of feverish
brooding sleep was impossible. Tt
had been an unhappy and humiliating
evening-and it was all Emma
fault Her resentment against the
girl deepened every moment
What was that? Raising herself on
her elbow, Helen listened tensely A
faint. scratching sound. 1t was Pussy
urr-Mew-shut up somewhere.
Hurriedly Helen got up and began
a shivering search The hall closet
the closet in her dressing room, her
bureau drawers-for Pussy Purr-Mew
had a troublesome habit Of creepine
any place that was left open. Again
the scratching-it was from the din.
ing room.
Helen darted straight to the china
closet. When she opened the door a
fur-ruffied kitten leaped out from the
lower shelf. AS she stopped to
smooth the rumpled table cloths
Helen saw something on the shelf
above that made her gasp.
Tt was the grape jelly-just as
Emma had taken 1t from the table al
dinner! So she had not touched it!
i She had sensed Helen's displeasure
at there being none left from the
: night before, and had purposely not
: even taken it out to the kitchen.
Unheeding the cold, Helen, In only
4 her thin nightdress, for a long time
crouched there on the floor, Will,
y Pussy Purr-Mew, grateful for her re
q lease, purred exuberantly but unno
ticed against her.
At least In this she had beer
:, wrong! She pictured Emma's hur
surprise in the morning when sh,
found the jelly locked up. 1t was .
r reflection on her honesty, which aft
y er all, Helen had no real reason t.
s doubt
4 When she arose, stiff with cold, i
II was not to go back to bed, but to ge
the key of the locked cupboard. Tir
toeing out of the kitchen, stealthily sh
j. drew the chair before the refrigel
]. ator In the dead silence 1t creake
g alarmingly as she climbed up to tn
shelves
n 1t was cold, shivering task, bu
r she got the jelly back to it's accus
s toned cupboard Then, numb wit
cold, she crept back to bed
u 'Eh, what's that?" muttered Wa
Is rem, half aroused by the sudden chi
y as Helen cuddled against him fo
warmth
l Dear, IL was wrong about tina
n jelly. Emma hadn't touched tt