Sioux County pioneer. (Fort Yates, Sioux County, N.D.) 1914-1929, 1917-11-15

fear, she few down the stairs and
into the dressing room. but the man
was close behind.
Pushing ahead, he spoke to the maid |
in voluble French. Then in brutal Eng
lish, "Give her her things-and see
that she takes nothing else"
The girl, staring insolently,
brought Helen's wraps, which the
flunky examined, running his hand in
the inner white satin pocket of her
coat.
"What does all this meant" hysteri-
cally.
"Oh, come now, none Of that! If
you've pinched anything you got it
down here, for was wise to you the
minute you came up"
"Send Mr.. Gardner to me at once!"
Helen almost screamed. "Tll know
from him If stupid servants Gan insult
his guests"
"Mr. Gardner?" leeringly. $50 that's
your game? Going to pretend you're
in the wrong house?"
"Wrong housed" breathed Helen.
"Come now" roughly throwing her
wrap about her. "That's too old! You're
lucky you're getting off so easy, but
Mrs. Van Klein don't want any news
paper publicity. You came near fool
ing her, because you didn't look the
part. Now you make quick getaway.
Want taxi?'
With sobbing cry Helen broke
away, and dashed down the wide hall
toward the bronze doors, her wrap fall
ing from her shoulders.
LET me out! Oh, you must let
me Quit" wildly, for footman, alertly
suspicious, had placed himself obstruct-
ingly before the door.
tits all right, Hopkins, let her out"
called the man who had followed from
the dressing room.
The door opened, and Helen found
herself stumbling down the steps I'M
der the wind-dapped awning.
AS she gave one fearful backward
glance, for an instant the gilt number
''21" on the outer glass door held her
petrif1ed. The cabman had mistaken
the slanted-top tone" for a "seven."
The lounging chauffeurs sat up in
wondering attention as Helen flew by,
her bare head, flowing wrap and white
satin slippers, an incongruous figure in
the chill, mist-driven night.
Turning the first corner to more
quickly escape, she sped down two
long blocks before she stopped breath
less, painting and still half-dazed.
Must she go back to '.27?" That
would be within a few doors Of the
other house. The thought made her
sick with fear and revulsion.
It was the quiet dinner hour, and
the streets were mostly deserted, but
the occasional passerby stared at her
curiously.
Pausing at a crossing, desperately
she signaled an approaching taxi. She
was too unstrung-she would 60 back
home. But the cab drawing nearer,
through the glass door she caught
the CLEAN of white shirt front and q,
high silk hat.
As the driver slowed up for the
crossing, the door was flung open and
the passenger sprang out. He was
coming toward her. Terrified, she
started to run-then stopped with q
piercing: 'Warren! Warren!"
The next moment he had her in the
cab, where her taut nerves gave way.
Striving vainly to calm her, Warren Or
dered the man to drive around the
block.
| With broken incoherence Helen
finally sobbed out her story.
swell, that was some adventure,
Kitten" smoothing her hair with un-
accustomed solicitude. 'Too upset for
the dinner? Want me to take you
homer"
But with a throbbing lurch, the cab
now drew up before ':27," a modest
brownstone house, very unlike the os.
tentatious mansion q few doors be.
yond.
"Come on" urged Warren. 'You'll be
better off here than brooding over 1t
ut home. We're pretty late, but I'll do
the explaining"
"Oh, I'm all to pieces" tremulous.
~ AeAt my SlOVeS@anu IooA!
thrusting out foot, its slender white
ness splashed with mud.
SNOW, never miud about the slip,
pers. And don't go Sticking down your
hair-leave 1t loose like that. Come
: on!" He had sprung to the curb and
: was lifting her out.
d "That's the house-tiie one with the
awning!" with terrified glance at the
pretentious entrance Just ahead.
; "Looks like Van Klein's new place.
By George, that's what it isl" ~
Evan Klein7' exeitedly. s.That's
the name! You know them7"
: launched with him Saturday. Guess
I can fix this up," grimly. Evan Klein
and his crowd want to keep in with me
till they get their new franchise. You'll
have letter Of apology from Mrs. Van
!. Klein within a week y. I'll miss my
guess. Buck up now" b,iskly, as hi
: helped her up the steps. ''Think Of the
humble pie that 'umpuous DANES goi