The Yale expositor., 1917-10-04

cuse person of theft unless you've
got darned good proof"
"What better proof could we have"
shrilly impatient, 'unless | actually
saw her take it?"
But it was Dora's manner more than
Helen's insistence that made Warren
grudgingly consent to speak to her
after dinner.
''It's rotten job" he growled, with
masculine aversion for scene.
When they rose from the table, with
grumbling reluctance he strobe out to
the kitchen. Helen, breathlessly intent,
stood listening by the pantry door.
Dora" Warren's voice was serious.
Mrs. Curtis has lost her diamond
brooch. and she feels sure you know
something about It."
The girls excited, broken protest
Helen could not catch.
mo, Dora, don't believe yOu," with
n note of sternness. Snow If you'll
give up that pin, Wen make IL easy for
YOU. But If you persist in denying II,
I'm afraid"
After that. Helen could hear no
more. for Dora's violent sobbing
drowned both their voices.
When Warren came out he was
flushed and scowling. The scene had
not been an easy one.
"It was darned awkward" CURLY.
"And I'm not so blamed sure the girls
guilty at that"
Helen tried to reconvince him, but
he silenced her excited insistence with
gruff:
"Now that's enough! don't want to
hear any more about It,"
Half an hour later he suddenly
hurled down his paper and stalked
gloweringly toward Helen's room.
'Why. dear, what're you going to
dO?" following him anxiously.
"Going to have n look for that
blooming pinr'
Jerking out the drawers, he roughly
tossed over her feminine furbelows.
Then, moving the things on the dresser,
he lifted up the pincushIon.
The diamond brooch cleaned at
them mockinglyl 1t had been lying I'M
der the lace frill of the cushion. With
n startled cry Helen caught IL up.
"Blame the girl for your own devil
ish carelessness, do your" exploded
Warren. 'TOO blamed lazy even to
look"
'She put IL there!" Helen almost
screamed. "She put it there since din
ner. / looked there fifty times this
afternoon. 1 had everything off this
dresser"
"Put it there, eh?" sneeringly.
pretty thinl You can't pull off any.
thing like that ~
await, I'll prove It," in flaming re-
sentiment. "You stay hereI" Thrust
ing the pin under the cushion, she flew
out To the kitchen. "Dora, come into
my room--at oncel"
There was something i'm Helen's
voice that made the girl follow her
with terrified helplessness. Warren
stood at the window, his back toward
them. He had been through one scene
he would not take part in another.
snow, Dora, you took my pin The
man who phoned you put You up TO ii
Il know all about il. Now If you tell
me where the pin is-nothing will be
done. If you don't-we'll have the de-
tectives after that man."
81 haven't got your pin ~ sobbed
Dora Historically. II told you
hadn'tw Then, as she edged toward
the dresser: "But I'll look for IL. You
didn't ask me to look for it-maybe
can find It,"
In tense silence they both watched
her as she fumbled over the dresser
and finally raised the pincushion.
Before she could speak Helen caught
her wrist in tight grasp.
"Now admit that you put Il there
quick You did--didn't you? Say you
did-or you'll be sorryi"
ooh, II didn't mean to take II !"
breaking down completely. "He-he
needed money and he was just goin' to
pawn 1t for few days. I'd have got It
back when you paid me-"
you've been giving him your wages
all along" Helen pressed her swiftly.
Don't deny it, know you have"
"He's-he's been sick-and had TO
help him. Now you'll discharge me-"
her sobs grew louder.
mot IL you give up that man. But
TIL talk TO you tomorrow. That will
do-you can go now"
As the girl, still crying, skunk out,
Helen dropped in chair. all her cour-
age gone. She had nerved herself up
TO the ordeal. hut now that II was over,
she was quiveringly unstrung.
'Buck up. Kitten" Warren placed n
soothing arm about her. "You put IT
across that time. AS Mrs. Sherlock
Hawkshaw-you certainly are the
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