"I must call up Marion and tell her where I am," she mused as she
hastened toward the drug store. "I would have told her where I was
going before I left, but I was afraid she wouldn't let me go. Besides,
I don't feel like telling her everything yet."

A few minutes later she was in the drug store applying for permission
to use the telephone.

"The phone is out of order," the druggist replied.

"Oh," Helen exclaimed in disappointment. "Where is there another in
the neighborhood?"

"There is none within half a mile that I know of, except in the
saloons," was the reply.

"I can't go there," the girl said desperately. "And I must have a
telephone soon. Won't yours be fixed before long?"

"I hope so," said the druggist. "I've sent in a call for a repair man.
Can't you come back in an hour or two?"

"Yes, I think so," Helen said, turning to go. "I do hope it is
repaired then, because it's very important."

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