The Richmond palladium and sun-telegram. [volume] (Richmond, Ind.) 1907-1939, 1916-01-18

out We Can keep a girl that 8 dis
honest"
Warren's only answer was an indif-
ferent shrug as he Tipped the ashes
from his cigar to the edge of his salad
plate.
And the brazen way she denied it,
persisted Helen Indignantly. she
kept saying it was hers! had to get
, the bolt and show her where she'd cut
It off before she'd admit she'd taken
it."
ooh, we'll, what's few ribbons?"
IF she takes ribbons, she'll take
other things. I'll always feel l can't
! trust" Then as Emma entered
with the coffee: Did you have busy
day, dear? Many people mp"
Emma's usually" placid face was
slightly flushed. Had she been listen
the library, out of the reach of posi-
BILE 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 box way in the back OF
the drawer-she had to go through ev-
erything to find it."
Lock your door,"
"Oh. I can't lock up things! I
won't have girl can't trust"
well, 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's
Journal and turned to 1.-The Wars In
fluence on Early Spring Fashion 50
Many Of the new coats sh a mil
itary tendency in both cut and finish.
Braids and brass buttons are m ~ in
favor. and there is a marked -
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 home 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; 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, Hell
en- started to straighten her drawer,
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.
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
%
vies' with Mrs. Carson's maid.
The kitchen was dark, but in EN-
mas room the light was still burning.
AS Helen went In to turn it off, she
glanced about disapprovingly.
The dusty bureau was Uttered with
hairpins. curriers' and picture postcards
| One of the drawers was half open, Civ.
ing, a glimpse of the confusion within
A soiled corset and some old slippers
were on the window sill.
Helen stood with her hand raised to
switch off the light, struggling with a
sudden impulse to look through EN-
mas things. She had always respected
the privacy of girls room. but EN-
mad had taken that ribbon and she
had right to know if she had taken
anything else.
Hes1tat1ngly she turned to the dress
er and opened the top drawer. Under
meath the tangle Of soiled handker
chiefs. collars and ribbons, Helen was
amazed to find number of things she
had thrown away-a broken comb, q
velvet rose, an empty perfume bottle
and some old white gloves.
Why had she saved those worthless
things? It could hardly be called dis