The Grenada sentinel. [volume] (Grenada, Miss.) 1868-1955, 1920-01-23
viii.
Mrs Jimmson Again.

Mrs. Jimmson Again.
I had felt myself going and let my
self down as gently as l could, under
the circumstances. How long I was
unconscious, I have no way OF know
ing, but it came to mt gradually that
my fiat had been rObbed-Of what and
by whom, I couldn't imagine-but as
for the diamonds, / forgot them, to-
tally. l undressed and went to bed,
pulling the blankets up owe rae, camp
fashion, without waiting to make the
bed or clear up any Of the wreckage
and without feeling any particular APP
prehension, only a deathlike exhaus-
ton.
l woke in the early dawn and still It
hadn't come back to me about the dia-
monds; but what did swOOp on me
with a rush was that Mrs. Jimms0n
was coming TO clean and would be
there not Il minute later than eight
thirty.
had seen better days-before she
ved6ed the decenriy lamented Jimm
Sol and had 10 support him through
Tuberculosis" by days work and
fancy washing and ironing. Ny inter.
est In her had been the main prop 10
her struggles for several years and she
re~ciprOcated said interest In a way
that would have been insufferable i'm,
pertinence had ii not been so sincere
and devoted. She loved me and all
my works-particularly my works. on
which she RECALLED the neighbors at
such times as she was joyfully permit
ted to go home with a new one under
her arm.
And she'd be here at elght-thirty !
Heaven help u.s." I cried. hopping out
Of bed and slipping on a kimono. "1f
she gets hold of this robbery. I'm done
fOr-TR see my name In the papers
tomorrow, sure!"
With feverish haste ! got the books
back in the cases, hit Oh miss as they
came 10 hand; the pictures hung and
the rooms in order. The kitchen was
In q state! l gave an apprehensive
glance ut the window as / scraped up
spilled breakfast food and threw it in
the garbage CAM knew how my IN
pleasant visitor had got out and won
dered how he had got In, but ! wasted
no time thinking Of 1t. ! was sOo
enough 10 know, however.
I had barely finished with the
Kitchen and was opening the bathroom
door to clear up there when my dear
Jimms0n rang.
I let her In. first asking through the
door who il was-a precaution ade-
quately explained by my attire; and
telling her to begin at the kitchen for
j hadn't had my bath, j piloted her
with a seemingly affectiOnate arm to-
her quarters. Then l bolted myself
into the bathroom and with stealthy
movements cleared away the evidence
of the search.
NY bath refreshed me, and l was
clothed and somewhat near my right
mind when | came out Of the bath
room. / had called out to her, just be-
fore l got into the tub, asking her to
make my coffee and get ready the rolls
and butter, and she was occupied in
setting nay tray and did not hear me
as I passed the kitchen door. Thus /
had time to e what lay on the dining
room table before she told me.
1t was q long thin dagger, sharp as
a razor, Mrs. .JimmsOn pulled open
the kitchen door and bounced out just
as / had taken the dagger in my hand.
"That's what / found, on the kitchen
floor back Of the scrap basket" she ex-
claimed. Her eyes were rolling.
l managed to say carelessly. ayes
my new paperknife. / was wondering
where I'd dropped 1t. 1 wish you'd
bring In my breakfast-rm In q ire
mendous hurry this morning"
"Oh-it's only q papeFknife, ID itr'
she murfnured In q disappointed tone
II didn't know but 1t WAS"
"Was what2' I demanded. wonder
ing II she had, with her uncanny inter-
est in me and my affairs, sensed some
thing queer and wrong about the fiat.
well, it give me quite q turn to sec
that dagger layin' on the floor" she
admitted with some spirit, "and nat
chelly / couldn't help thinkin,, now