San Antonio light. [volume] (San Antonio, Tex.) 1911-1993, 1925-08-30
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ooh, all right-chuck 'em in,"
with a dismissing shrug.
But the capacious bag swallowed
the shoes and yawncd for more.
Returning to her room, Helen
again delved into her closet.
Giving was never easy. She
WANTED to give Theoretically she
was most generous. But the actual
parting with any of her possessions =,
was incredibly hard. :,
That old grey suit. Would, she
ever wear it? Yes, on stormy days.
And this oyerblouse-not worn Tor
a year. 4.
Reluctantly she was resignlng IL
TO the Goodwin receptacle. NO,
those buttons-she could use them.
Better cut them off.
The buttonless blouse contributed
but little to the cayernOus' bag.
Again she read the list printed on
the front:
PLEASE PUT INTO THIS BAG
Clothing
Bedding
Cooking utensils
Rubber Goods
Rubber goods. That leaky hot
water bottle.
the pantry sink!
The box filled with odds and ENDS
Welded a bulbless ear syringe,
broken egg bcater, an old shower
snray.- and a burnt-out electric curl
A hopeful scrutiny of the pantry
shelves and drawers produced a
rusted muffin pan, handleless roll
inc min. and patented potato
peeler that never peeled.
But still the bag was patheticaiiy
The hall closet next. That brok,
en-ribbed umbrella! No, not worm
fixing-checrfully consigned anu
that old raincOat Of Warren !.
Bought in Paris and never any
good. Seams only pasted.
"Dear. this old raincOat," again
fluttering into the library. ITS
all coming apart. You don't want
it, do you?" -
mcnt. the raincoat was gleeluhy
contributed.
Almost full now. Back to War
ron's closet. Just one or two
things more. A., no.
His old velour hat! And that
. ornate horn-handled cane.
Look, dear, just a momcnt-a li,i
I won't bother you again: You u
!, never wear this-you've that good
velour YOU bought in Vienna. And
this old stick Aunt Amelia gave
you-you'd never carry because lts
"That old stickp What in blazes
thew want with that" g.,
"Why. some poor old mamie d
love it,"
"Well. that's the last. Now, lay
off my things. Loosen up on your
own buds" 80.
ave given lots Of mine, but it's
such a huge bag and I'd like to
fill it," Ii,
and the hat on top, Helen ri, Ileu
together the rope handles, Ihen
with purring complacency she view.
ed the now reasonably corpulch'
bag. III
The lights turned out in the hal
closet, the Goodwin donation drag
ged into the pantry, she returned
70 the library where Warren wat
still figuring over his bank bal
Rncc. ~
"Dear. it's almost eleven. You
said you wanted to get up early;
"Now. I'm going to make TIM
blasted thing balance If l stay VI
all night" o.,
Through with these?" gathering
the crumpled papers from the floor
Here. don't start clcarin' up yet
Leave me alone, can't youI Beel
pesterin' me all evening. And &c
that fool cat away from the INK
"You know you're not alIowe'
up here" lifting Pussy Purr-MeV
from the desk. Look, yout mic
new ribbon-all rumpled! BE still
let me fix it."
Relying, the crimson satin boy
on Pussy Purr.Mcw's collar, Helej
paused, pctrified.
Her ring! Her solitaire! Ina
gaping setting!
"Eh?" Warren looked up Mt he
CRY. whats wrong"
my ring!" clutching the empt
prongs. 1.-THE stones out!
"The devil it isl"
"Oh. I'll never find i'll kno
won't! You never find dii
mond !" =.
"Now none of that! When d
you have it last?"
81 don't know just missed 1t
2 frantically, shaking her gown.
e "Must've just dropped ou
, Couldn't have been out long
G you'd have noticed it, wouldr
you? What've you been doin'
"Those things for that bag q
e I've been in everything-all {
o closets I"
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