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HomeMy WebLinkAboutThe Wingham Times, 1915-03-18, Page 7El IN 11116 KQR ' D.rte •. v (�Qy d°, a � c'� n r .! M,Ir:h 18th 1915 EMIR c,gau5 TH7, WINGHAM TIMES the Case 0 Jennie Brice kit By MARY ROBERTS RIN[IIART Copyright, 1913. by the Bobbs-Merrill Company ryI rs PROLOGUE. Was Jennie Brice murdered? If size were murdered, who was guilty of the foul deed? If she were not done away .with by an assassin, what became ,of her? Whence did she disappear? ' These and a few other inter- esting questions are raised at once in this very clever tale of mystery written by a woman who is not only an `adept at writing fiction of this charac- ter, but the possessor of a style that chains the interest by its clearness and directness and wins by its rich humor. w CHAPTER I. E have just had another flood, bad enough, but only a foot or two of water on the first floor. Yesterday we got the mud shoveled out of the cellar and found Peter, the spaniel that Mr. Lad - ley left when he "went away." The 'flood, and the fact that it was Mr. tLadley's dog whose body was found half buried in the basement fruit closet, brought back to me the strange ev rats of the other flood five years when the water reached more !than half way to the second story, and brought with it, to some, mystery ..and sudden death, and to me the worst !case of "shingles" I have ever seen. My name is Pitman—in this narra- -tive. It is not really Pitman, but that 'does well enough. I belong to an old ,Pittsburgh family. I was born on Penn avenue, when that was the best .part of town, and I lived, until I was iflfteen, very close to what is now the Pittsburgh club. It was a dwelling the , I have forgotten who lived there :ll at time. ' was a girl in '77, during the rail - •Toad riots, and I recall our driving in the family carriage over to one • sof the Allegheny hills, and seeing the yards burning, and a great noise of :Ishooting from across the river. It lovas the next year that I ran away ,Brom school to marry Mr. Pitman, and .1 have not known my family since. .We were never reconciled, although I .,came back to Pittsburgh after twenty years of wandering. Mr. Pitman was dead; the old city called me. and f came. I had a hundred dollars or so, nod I took a house in lower Allegheny, ;svbere, because they are partly inun- , dated every spring. the rents are cheap, :and I' kept boarders. My house wits :always orderly and clenu. and although • the neighborhood hail a bad nature. a ;good many theatrical people stopped {with me. Five minutes ,terns iLt• • bridge and they were In the I beater .district. Allegheny at that time, I be lieve, was still an Independent t-!I,v .But since then it has aii.e, it,ell' with Pittsburgh; it is now the nevi 11 stile of .the city. 1 was glad to get hark. I curl;ed 'hard, but I made ins rent and my liv- ing and a little over. Now and Ihon •.on summer evenings I went to oft' or the parks and. sitting Ian a bent Ii, watched the childrwi rho ht, around :.and, looked. at my sister's hour,', closed for the summer. It Is n eer% tarso -house. Her butler en'•e h ril his wife 'boarding with nu --n ' „t' iii a •avoteau. 1lflas Troubled With Nervous: Prostration, Many people although they know of -nervous prostration do not know what the 'symptoms are. The principal ones .are, a. feeling of fright when in crowded places, a dread of being alone, fear of being in a confined place, a horror of *society, a dread of things falling from .atbove, fright at travelling on railroad trains, and disturbed, and restless, un- -refreshing sleep, often troubled with *earns. Mrs. George Lee, VictoriaHarbor, ,Ont., writes: "I am writing to tell you :of the experience I have had with Mil - burn's Heart and Nerve Pills. I was so nervous i could not do my own work, I did not want to see any one, or would I -go any place. My nerves were bad for three years, and my heart was so bad it made me tremble all over. I took three boxes of your pills, and I never was better than I am now. I weigh 20 pounds 'Shore than I ever did." Milburn's Heart and Nerve Pills are ZOc per box, 3 boxes for $1.25, at all dealers, or mailed direct oft • t"t=eelpt of 'Trice by The T. Milburn Co., Limited, oronto, Oat, It is curious to recall that at that time, five years ago, I had never seen my niece, Lida Harvey, and then to think that only the day before yester- day she came in her automobile as far as she dared and then sat there, wav- ing to me, while the police patrol • brought across in a skiff a basket of provisions she had sent me. I wonder what she' would have thought had she known that the elder- ly woman in a calico wrapper, with an old overcoat over it and a pair of rubber boots, was her full aunt. The flood and the sight of Lida both brought back the case -of Tennie Brice, for even then Lida and Mr. Howell Were interested in each other. This is April. The flood of 1907 was earlier, in March, It had been a long hard winter, with ice gorges in all the upper valley. Then in early March there came a thaw. The gorges broke up and began to come down, filling the rivers with crushing, grinding ice. There are three rivers at Pittsburgh, the Allegheny and the Monongahela uniting there at the point to form the Ohio. And all three were covered with broken ice, logs and all sorts of debris from the upper valleys. A warning was sent out from the weather bureau, and I got my carpets ready to lift that morning. That was on the 4th of March, a Sunday. Mr. Ladley and his wife, Jennie Brice. had the parlor bedroom and the room ,be- hind it. Mrs. Ladley, or Miss Brice, as she preferred to be known, had a small part at a local theater that kept a per- manent company. Her husband was in that business, too, but he had noth- lug to do. It was the wife who paid the bills, and a lot of quarreling they did about it. I knocked at the door at 10 o'clock, and M r. Ladley opened it. He was a' short elan, rather stout and getting bald. and be always had, a, cigarette. Even yet the parlor carpet smells of then(. —What do you want?" he asked sharply. holding the door open about en inch "The water's calitlag up very fast, Mr I.ndley." I said. "It's tip to the swinging shelf in the cellar now. I'd like to lake rap the carpet and move the Nano: •'t:nun' hack in an hour or so," he snapped and tried to close the door. Rut I had got my toe in the crack. "I'll have to • have the piano moved, Mr. Ladley," I said. "You'd better put off what you are doing." I thought he 1,its probably writing. He spent most of the day writing, • What do you want?" he asked sharply. using the washstand as a desk, and it kept me busy with oxalic acid ticking Ink spots out of the splasher and the towels. Ile was writing a play and hiked a lot' about the'Shubencts having promised to star him In it when it was finished. "11—!" he said, and, turning, spoke to somebody in the room. "We can go into the hack room," I heard him say, and he closed the door. When be opened it agaih the roam was empty. I called in Terry, the Irish• malt, who does odd.. jpbs: tort tug' now and then, and we both get to work at bird tnaksi In the carpet, Terry working by't>* window and I by the door into the back parlor, which the Ladleys used as, a bedroom. That was' how I happened to hear what i afterward told' the police. Some one—a man, but not hIr. Lad- le„—was talking. Mrs. _Gulley. broke In: "I won't do it:" site atiu i iizr; ,, "Why should I help him? Ile doesn't help me. IIe loafs here all day, smok- ing and sleeping, and sits up all night, drinking and keeping me awake." The voice went on again, us if in re- ply to this, and I heard rt rattle of glasses, as if they were (touring drinks. They always had whisky. even when they were behind with their hoard. "That's all very wtdl." Mrs. Lnriley said. I could always hear her, she having a Iheatrleal s''rt of video -.on: that carries, "lint tv ::t oho ;t the prying she de -ll that r•. :!Ie "flush. for In Mr. Lntiley. and after !:t t t iu tvhi•;1 Even with v i ;t the pith' i could no; .1t.., :t glut:. l'Itr ua n c•tir e ,just l l:, .• to move the piano, and by the itrie '.t•e had tni:e)I it and the ft11•nitnrp t:j'.; tirr: i; -c water wit.; oyez. e: the kitchen i'n.if rat's rt'rrp- lir: forward into the II:uII I Iain never :,est the river come l: ;'r incl. sly Neon the yata! :;1, n1 tl.t I oa ire, ail :it (,.,ii .,:lt"... ,.. the peliee 1t•:1 • en Ila' it"rl 't'.pet.. .tt:a 1 a is u.•!,alta a:'"alit( I';i:.I:ca' ln"tts, Lrkill iii' !,i+•[ilte'' as tLe n'ut:s, i 1v:t:; fa,t bits- to 'i -e trisui, the Lad - :pew visiles• was and he had rout. whe n I ,•pl)e::itiered l:`.la taut I'he I,:ellrts !:"tl( the ,eeulltl t'rou't I':'nal tvlileh :ut empty. and \lt ke•Are'ds. who ,v:rs 10 the silk department in at store teross the river, had the room just I:eland. I (ant up a coal stove in a back roes( next the bathroom and ivatinged to cook the dinner there. I was washing op the dishes when ML'. Reynolds tante M. As it was Sunday lie was In his slippers and bad the colored sup- plement of a morning paper in his hand. "What's the matter with the Lad- leys?" he asked. "I can't rend for their quarreling." "Booze, probably," I said. "When you've lived in the flood district its long as I have, Mr. Reynolds, you'll know that the rising of the river is It signal for every man in the vicinity to stop work and get full. The fuller the .river the fuller the mull: popula- tion." "Then this flood will likely make 'em drink themselves to death!" he said. "It's a lulu," "It's the neighborhood's annual de- bauch. The women are busy in the cellars, or they'd get full too. I hope, since It's come this far, it will come farther, so the landlord will have to paper the parlor." That was at 3 o'clock. At 4 Mr. Lad. ley went down the stairs, and I heard him getting into a skiff in the lower hall. There were boats going back and forth all the time carrying crowds of curious people and taking the flood suf- ferers to the corner grocery, where they were lowering groceries in a bas- ket on a rope from an upper window. I had been making tea when I heard Mr. Ladley go out. I fixed a tray with a cup of it and some crackers and took it to their door. I bad never liked Mrs. Ladley, but it was chilly in the house with the gas shut off and the lower floor full of ice water. And it is hard enough to keep boarders In the flood district. She did not answer to my knocks, so I opened the door and went in. She wits at the window, looking after him, and the brown valise that figured ,in the case later was opened on the floor. Over the foot of the bed was the black and white dress with the red collar. When I spoke to her she turned around quickly. She was a tall wo- man, about twenty-eight, with very white teeth and yellow hair, which she parted a little to one side and drew down over her ears. She had a sullen face and large well shaped hands, with her nails long and very pointed. "The 'she devil' has brought you some tea,' 1 said "Where shall she put it?" "'She devil!'" she repeated, raising her eyebrows. "It's a very thoughtful she devil. Who called you that?" But with the sight of the valise and the fear that they might be leaving I thought it best not to quarrel, . She had left the window and, going to her dressing table, had picked up her nail file. • "Never mind," I said., "I hope you are not going away. These floods don't last, and they're a benefit. Plenty of the people around here rely on 'em every year to wash out their cellars." "No, I'm not going • away," she re- plied lazily. "I'm taking that dress to Miss Hope at the theater. She is going to wear it in 'Charlie's Aunt' next week. She hasn't half enough of a wardrobe to play leads in stook. Look Art this thumb nail, broken to the quick!" If' I, had only looked to see which thumb it was! But 1 was putting the tea tray on the washstand and moving Mr. Ladley's papers to find room for it Peter, the spaniel; begged for a lump of sugar, and I gave it to him. "Where is Mr. Ladley?" I asked. "Gone out to see the river." "I hope he'll be careful. There's a drowning or two every year in these floods." "Then I hope lie won't" she said calmly. "Do you know what ,I was do- ing when you came in? I was looking after •his boat and hoping It hada hole In it." "You won't feel that way tomorrow, Mrs. Ledle,V." I protested, shocked. "You're just nervous and put Out. Most men have their ugly times. Many a time I wished Mr. Pitman was gone—until he went. lbhen I'd. have given a good bit to have hint, back again," She was standing In front of the dresser, fixing her hair over her ears. She turned and looked at me over her shoulder. 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Well, a good many women have said that to me at different times. But just let me say such a thing to them, or re- peat their own words to them the next day, and they would fly at me in a fury. So I said nothing and put the cream into her tea. I never saw her again. * * * * * * * There is not much sleeping done in the flood district during a spring flood. The gas was shut off and I gave Mr. Reynolds'and the Ladleys each a lamp. I sat in the back room that I had made into a temporary kitchen with a candle and with a bedquilt around my shoulders. The water rose fast in the lower hall, but by midnight at the seventh step it stopped rising and stood still. I always have a skiff during the flood season, and as the water rose I tied it to one spindle of the stair- case after another. I made myself a cup of tea and at 1 o'clock I stretched out on a sofa for a few hours' sleep. I thick I had been sleeping only an hour or so when some one touched me on the shoulder and I started up. It was Mr. Reynolds, partly dressed. "Some one has been in the house. Mrs. Pitman." he said. ',They went away just now in the boat." "Perhaps it was Peter," I suggested. "That dog is always wandering around at night" "Not unless Peter can row a boat" said Mr. Reynolds dryly. I got up, being already full dressed, and 'caking the candle a went to the staircase. I noticed that it was a min- ute or so after 2 o'clock as we left the room. The boat was gone, not untied, but cut loose. The end of the rope was still fastened to the stair rail. I sat down on the stairs and looked at Mr. Reynolds. "It's gone!" I said. "If the house catches fire we'll have to drown," "It's rather curious when you con- sider it" We both spoke softly not to disturb the Ladleys. "I've been awake and I heard no boat come in. And yet if no one came in a boat and came from the street they would have had to swim in." I felt queer and creepy. The street door was open, of course, and the lights going beyond. 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'Intere's ltkcly nothing worse the 'natter than some drunken mill hand ou a vacation while the mills are under waater. But I'd better j,'wl:IIe .,, . left me, stud 1 sat there alone in the darkness. I had a presentiment of something wrong, but 1 tried to think it wasTonly discomfort and the cold. 1 The water, driven in by the wind, swirled at my feet. And something dark floated in and lodged on the step below. I reached down and touched it. It was a dead kitten. I had never known a dead eat fu bring me any- thing but bail luck, anti here was one washed in at my very feet. • CHAPTER II. R. REYNOLDS came back soon and reported the house quiet and in order. "Put I found Peter shut up in one of the third floor rooms," he said. "DId you put hint there?" I had not and said so, but as the dog went everywhere and the door might have blown shut we did not attach much importance to that at the time. Well, the skiff was gone, and. there was no use worrying about it until morning. I went back to the sofa to keep warm, but I left my candle light- ed and my door open. I did not sleep. The dead cat was on my mind, and as if it were not bad enough to have it washed in at my feet about 4 in the morning Peter, prowling uneasily, dis- covered it and brought it in and put it on my couch, Wet and stiff, poor little thing!. I looked at the clock. It was a quar- ter after 4, and except for the occa- sional crunch of one ice cake hitting another in the yard, everything was quiet. Anti then I heard the stealthy sound of oars in the lower ball, I am not a brave woman. I lay there, hoping Mr. Reynolds would hear and open his door. But he was sleep- ing soundly. Peter snarled and ran out into the hall, and the next moment I heard Mr. Ladley speaking. "Down, Peter," he said. "Down. Go and lie down." I took my candle and went out into the hall. Mr. Ladley was stooping over the boat, 'trying to tie it to the stair- case. The rope was short, having been cut, and he was having trouble. Per- haps it was the candle light, but he looked ghost white and haggard. "I borrowed your boat, Mrs. Pit- man," he said, civilly enough. "Mrs. Ladley was not well, and I—I went to the drug store." "You've been more than two hours going to the drug store," I said. He muttered something about not finding any open at first and went into r 6 Awaa:�, "I borrowed,your boat, Mrs. Pitman." his room. He closed and locked the door behind him rind, although Peter whined and scratched, he did not let him in. He looked so agitated that I thought I bad been harsh and perhaps she was really iii. I knocked at the door and asked if I could do anything. But he only called "No!" curtly through the door and asked me to take that in- fernal dog away. I I went back to bed and tried to sleep, for the water had dropped an inch or so on the stairs, rind I knew the danger was over. Peter came, shiv- ering, at dews) rind got on to the sofa with me. I put an end of the quilt over him, and he stopped shivering after a time and went to sleep, I The dog was company. -I lay there, wide awake, thinking about Mr. Pit- man's death, and how 1 had cone by degrees to be keeping a cheap board- ing house in the flood district and to having to take impudence from every. body who chose to rent a room from me add to being called a she devil, Prom that I got to thinking again about the Ladleys and how she had said he was a fiend' and to doubting about his having gone out for Medi. cine for her, 1 dozed off again at day- light, and being worn out I slept heavily. At 7' o'clock Mr. Iteyneldh carne tb the door, dressed' for the store. He was a tall man of about fifty, neat and Orderly in his habits, and ha always rtlaienibered that' I had Seen. better does ',and treated Ma eat' a lady. 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CITY. rd7. %".1'n u�=1xt: d:`41..'VW '[ 1 f rrr,.'W. iSSI�L `fill get Tt rrip r: cti?ee iit dill tufty end of the bridge. I'll take the boat and send it back with Terry." He turned and went along the hall and down to the boat. I heard him push off from the stairs with an oar and row out into the street. Peter followed him to the stairs. At a quarter after 7 Mr. Ladley came out and called to me: "Just bring in a 1 cup of coffee and some toast." he said. "Enough for one." - He went back and slammed his door and I made his coffee. I steeped a cap or tea for Mrs. Ladley at the same time., He opened the door just wide enough for the tray and took it with- , out so much as a "thank you." He ' bad a cigarette in his mouth as usual and 1 could see a fire in the grate and smell something like scorching cloth. "I hope Mrs. Ladley is better," I said, getting my foot in the crack of the door so be could not quite close it. it smelled to me as if he had acciden- tally set fire to something with his cigarette and I tried to see into the room. "What about Mrs. Ladley?" he snap- ped. • "You said she was ill last night." "Oh, yes! Well, she wasn't very sick. She's better." "Shall I bring her some tea?" "Take your foot away!" he ordered. "No. She doesn't want tea. She's not here." "Not here!" "Good heavens!" be snarled. "Is her going away anything to make such a fuss about'? The Lord knows I'd be glad to get out of this infernal pig wal- low myself." "If you mean my house"— I began. But be had pulled himself together and was more polite when be answer- ed: "I mean the neighborhood. Your house is all that could be desired for the money. If we do not hate linen sheets and double cream we are paying muslin and milk prices." Either my nose was growing accus- tomed to the odor or it was dying away. I took try foot away from the door. "When did Mrs. Ladley leave?" I asked. "This morning, very early. I rowed. her to Federal street." "You couldn't have had much sleep." I said dryly, for he looked horrible. There were lines around his eyes, which were red, and his lips looked dry and cracked. "She's not in the piece this week at the theater," he said, licking his lips and looking past ore. not at me. "She'll be back by Saturday." I did not believe him. I do not think be imagined that 1 did. He shut the door in my face, and it caught poor Pe- ter by the nose. The dog ran off howl- ing, but although Mr. Ladley had been as fond of the animal as it was in his nature to be rend of anything, he paid no attention. As 1 started down the hall after him I saw what Peter bad been carrying—a slipper of Mrs. Lad- ley's. It was soaked with water. Evi- dently Peter had found it floating at the foot of the stairs. Although the idea of murder had not entered my head at that time, the stip- per gave me it turn. I picked it up and looked at it, a black one with it beaded toe, short in the vamp and high heeled, the seat most nitres .t'it wear. Then I went hack and knock*, I at the door or the front room again, "What the devil do you want nJw?" he called from beyond the dour. "Here's a slipper of Airs L„dtey's,” h said. "Peter found it floating in the lower hail." He opened the door wide and let me in. The room was in t'.J rable or der, much betthr than when , rs. Lad - ley was abont. He gat:oa3 le slip- per. but he did ant do 01411 think I' IfS ......-..:,_fit "I've seeti.'iier wear it a hundred 41, times," "Well, she'll never wear it again." And then, dieing me stare, he added: "It's ruined -With the water. Throw it out. And, by the way, I'm sorry, but I set fire to one of the pillow slips: . dropped asleep, and my cigarette did the rest. Just put it on the bill." He pointed to the bed. One of the pillows had no slip, and the ticking cover had a scorch or two on it. I went over and looked at it. "The pillow will bare to be paid for. too, Mr. Ladley," I said. "And there's a sign nailed on the door that forbids smoking in bed. If you are going to set fire to things I shall have to charge extra." "Really!" he jeered, looking at the with his cold, fishy eyes. "Is there any sign on the door saying that board- ers are charged extra for seven feet of filthy river in the bedrooms?" I was never a,match for him, and I make it a principle never to bandy words with my boarders. 1 took the pillow and the slipper and went out. The telephone was ringing on the stair landing. It was the theater, -asking for Miss Brice. "She has gone away," I said. "What do yon mean? Moved away?" "Gone for a few days' vacation," 1 replied. "She isn't playing this week, is she?" 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