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They took him quietly upstairs
then and let him look ti•utotigh 11,.
lieriA•ope. He identifier!' Mr. Litilley
absolubdy. 11-11,-11 and Mr.
Graves had rattle ;Mo. and
Were left tion i• the it(1‘..!0•11.
neleoilihe leaned over and ',lats.')
Poter he lay In his hasitet.
"We've got 11111, old l:,-,'' ho o1.
chain is just about conmiete.
11 '1! never kick you again,"
But Mr, Holcombe win( wrong--
uot about kiclitat although I
don't, believe Mr. Lailley over
that again, but in thl,iihing We 1111(1
111111.
1 01: 1!f that ?mgt. 'ate:sling, 1\ ion -
deg, but all the time I wa.; rubbing
and starching and hanging out, my
mind was with j,•111111.- Therm Thy
sight of Melly )181'uire -sext door at
the wiselow rubbing mid brushing az
th, -far emit only made things. viairsp.
At noon when the magnire yon-ag-
ster, tame home from school
ed 'fonmiy, the youngest, inca the
kitchen with the promise of a dough -
"I your mother has 0 new far
coat." 1 said, with zne plate of
doughnuts just beyond his reach,
"She didn't buy it?"
"She didn't buy It. Say, Mrs.
Pitman, gimme that doughnut."
"011, so no coat washed in."
"No'm. Pap found it down by the
point on a cake of ice. He thought
it was a dog and rowed nut los it."
Well. I hadn't wantad the coats as
ter as that goes; I'd iminaged well
• -11,80,1 wi ot furs tor tle;aity
'.(..earo or nt -• ,. But it Wan a
lotion to to hien,: that it had not float-
ed into Mrs, Maguir,•'s kitchen and
spread a self at her feet, as one may
say. Iletv,•ver, that was not the
question after an. The real issue
was that if it Was Jennie Brio ' oat
and was found across the river on 0
cake of ice, then one or two things
was certain: Either Jennie Brice's
body wrapped in the coat had boon
thrown into the water nut ie the
current, or she herself, hoping to in-
criminate her lialsballd, flat! nung her
coat into the river.
I told Mr. Holcombe, and hi in-
terviewed Joe Maguire that after-
noon. The upshot or it was that
Tommy had been correctly informed.
Joe had witnesses who nad lined up
to St, 11141) rescue a dog, and ban oe-
herd his return in triumph with a
wet and soggy fur coat. At 3 o'-
clock Mrs. Maguire, instructed by
Mr. Graves, brought the treat to me
for identification, turning it about
for my inspection, but refusing to
take her hands elf it.
"11 her husband says to me that ho
wants It back, well and good," she
said, "but I don't give it up to no-
body but him. Sono folks I know of
would be glad enough to have it."
I was certain it was Jennie Brice's
oat, but the maker's name had been
ripped out. With Molly holding one
arm and I the other we tool: it to
Mr. Ladley's door and knocked. rie
opened it grumbling.
"I have asked you not to interrupt
me," he said, with his pen in his
hand. His eyes fell on the tient.
"What's that?" he asked, changing
"I think it's Mrs. Ludley's far
coat," I said.
He stood those looking at it and
thinking, Then: "It can't be here,"
he said. "Sho wore hers when she
went away."
"Perhaps she dropped A in the
water."
He looked at me and smiled.
"And why should she do that " 1.c
asked mockingly. "Was it out of
fashion?"
"That's Mrs, Ladley's coat," I
persisted, but Molly Maguire jerked
-it from me and started sway. Ho
stood there looking at me and ,smil-
ing in his nasty way.
"This exditement is telling on You,
MUM
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it Pitman," hi, suet coolly, "1 ou
are too entothintil for deieetiv,
w4.' Thsii went in and Anil
the door.
1Vinal 1 wilit downstairs atoll
3Illettire WaS WaitlreO ie the ki*,,h,o,
and luid the audacity to • ask In6
thhught the coat 1 11 a 111111? ru-
ing; •
It was on Mali lay svenlne tea'
to strangest event 10 1111r.olt-
-.1 to 111. 1 Wont to my siAter'it
'mined And the 'feet that I was i:11-
ilted at a side entrain, math, it
evsn stranger, It 1: 1101 el 1
way:
Sapper Was over. rind I was chn.
log U. when an autonicite came to
tp; doOr. It was Alcoa'! car. The
ehauffeur gave 111>1note.
Pear 'Ali's. P1ti11ans-----1 ant not 10
n11 well mid very anxious. Will you
i'orne to emi Die at 011? My Meth-
ee out 10 dinner, and I am
(.1n. svill bring, you. Cordially,
Lida Harvey.
I put on my beet clothes at orce
and gut into the limousine. , Half the
neighborhood was out watching. I
loaned back in the upholstered ssat,
fairly gli:ecering %VIM excitement.
This was Alma'a ear; that was Al-
ma's card ease; the lifite clock had
her monogram1 on it. Even the
flowers in the flower holder, ycllow
tulips, reminded me or ....Mill, a trine
howy, but good to Toe.. at. And I
was going to her house.
1 was not iaken to the main en-
trance, but to a side door. The
queer dreamlike feeling was still
there. In this back mut, relegated
from the Mere conspicuous part of
the house, there were even pieves of
furniture from the old home, and
)l1 father's picture in an old gilt
Creme hung over my head. I had,
not seen a picture of him for twenty
years, 1 went over and touched it
gently.
er, father!" I said.
Under it was the tan hall chair
that I had climbed over as a child
and had stood on many times to see
myself tn the mirror above. The 1
011810' was newly finished and looked I
the better for its age. I glanced in
the old glass. The chair had stood
time better then I. I was a middle
aged woman, lined with poverty and
ease, shabbly, prematurely gray, a
little hard. I had thought my father
an old Irian when that pietism 01114
taken, and now 1 was oven older.
"Father!" I whispered again and fell
to crying in the dimly lighted hall.
Lida sent for me at o-nce. T had
time to dry my eyes and straighten
any hat. Had I met Alna on the
stairs I would have missed her with-
out a word. She would not have
known vie. Put I saw no one.
Lida was in bed. She was lying
there with El rose shattea lamp be-
side her and a great bowl of spring
flowers on a little stand at her el-
bow. She sat up when I went in
and had a rnatil place a chair for me
beside the bid. She looked very
childish with her hats in ca braid on
the .piIlow, and her slim young arms
and throat bare.
"Pen so glad you: came!" she >111(1
and would not be satisfied until the
light was just right tor my eyes 011(1
(111' coat unfastened and thrown
open.
' "Pm not really 111," she Wormed
me, "Pm -Pm just tired and ner-
vans, and -and unhaPPY, Mrs. Pit-
man."
"I am sorry," 1 said. I wanted to
lean over and pat her hand, to draw
the covers around her and mother
Tic r a little -I had had no one to
mother for so long -but I could not
Sho would have. thought it queer and
presumptuous -or 110, not that. She
was too sweet to have thought that,
"Mrs. Pitman," she said suddenly,
"who was this Jennie Brice?"
"She was an actress. She and her
husband lived at my house."
"Was she -was she beantiful?"
"Well," 1 said slowly, "I never
thought of that. She was handsome
in a large way,"
"Was she young?"
"Yes. Twenty-eight or nine." -
"That ian't so very young," she
said, looking relieved. "But I don't
think men like young women. DO
you?"
"I 'know one who does," I said,
smiling, But she sat up in bed sud-
denly and looked at me with her
clear, childish oyes,
"I don't want hint to like me," she
flashed. "1---1 want him to hate
1110."
"Tut, tut! You want nothing Of
the sort,"
"Mrs, Pitmen," she said, "I sent
for you 'because Pm nearly crazy.
Howell was a friend of that
woman. He has acted like 1. maniac
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That put me to thIrcdrig.
"He might have 1),0en 1 fri(at,9," I
,altnitted, "although 0, fur
know h.- wa, 11o1r1.0. thl. 1108.1. 1)10
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CHAPTER VIII,
She looked at me attentiveiyi
-Yen know more than you. are tell+
les! Miss Pitman," she said.
gyms sdo you ihink Jennie Brie: la
rlead and that Mr, Howell knows
011 did 'iit?"
"T think die is dead, and I think
pos,-11,1y Mr. Howell suspects MIL/
dtil 1 Bo dooe IlOt lirloW, or he
mimid have told the police."
"Yen do not think he 01a.4-steas in
love with 381)ie Brims lo you?"
"Pm crtain of that," 1 ud. "He
is, very much in love with a, foolish
girl, who 01(0,101 10 have more faith in
him than she has."
She colmael a little and smileil at
that, but the nest moment she was
sitting forward, tense and (itieS(lari-
ille: 11411111.
"If that is true, Mrs. Pitman," she
sniff, "who was tbe veiled wmunn
nit.t that Monday miirrimg at day,
light and took acmes the bridge to
Pittsburgh? I believe it Was 3110010
Brice? If it WaS not, who was it?"
"I doe't believe 01r. took any WOO:I-
na 01roe's the bridge at that hoar.
Who says he did?"
"Uncle :Jim saw Nun. He had been
playing cards all night at one of the
[dubs and was walking home. He
says he met Mr. Howell face to face
and spoke to him. The woman was
tall and veiled. Uncle Jim sent for
him a day or so later and he rei'ured
to explain. Then they forbade him
the house, 'Mamma objectedto hi111
ltnyhow, and In, only 00.:11e on suffer(
mice. He is a college man of good
family, but without any money at all
save what he earns, And 11001--"
I had had some young newspaper
men with me, and I knew what they
got. They were ni,re boys but they
intide $7 5 a week. Pm afraid I
smiled a little as I looked around the
room, with its gray grass cloth
valla, its toilet table spread with iv-
ory and gold and the maid in 11111')-
(18111 in her black cress and white
apron, collar and cuffs. Even the
little ntglitgown Lida VMS wearing
would have taken a week's salary or
more. She saw my smile.
"It was to be his chance," she
said. "If he made good he was to
have something. better. My Uncle
Jim owns the paper, and lie promised
me to hap hi101. But-"
So jien MIS running e eewspaper!
That was a cerious career ,for Jim
to choose -Jim, who wits twice ex-
pelled from school and who could
never write a letter without a dic•
tionary beside him! 1 had a pang
all the years; for I had written to
when I heard his /101,10 again after
Jim from Oklahoma after Mr. Pit-
man died asking for money to bury
him and had never even had a roolY•
"And you haven't seen him
since?"
"Once. 'I didn't hear from him
and I called hint up. We -we met
in the park. He said everything was'
all right, but he couldn't tell me just
then, The next day he resigned
from the paper and went away.
Mrs. Pitman, it's driving 1110 crazy,
for they have found a body, and they
think Ads hers. If it is and he was
with her-"
"Don't be a foolish girl," I pro-
tested. "If he was with Jennio
Brice then 1 have a right to know
who it was," she declared. "He was
not like himself when I met him.
He said such queer things -he talk-
ed about an onyx clock and said he
hacl been made a Tool of and that no
matter what came out I was always
to remember that he ilea stone what
he, did for the best and that -that
bei cared for me more than for any-
thing, in this world or the next."
"That wasn't so fooliehl" I
couldn't help it. I loaned over and
drew her nightgown up over her
bare white, shoulder. "You won't
help anything or anybody by taking
cold, my dear," I said. "Call yens'
maid and have her put a dressing
gown around you."
I left soon after. There was little
I could de. But I comforted her as.
best I could and said good -night,
My heart was heavy as wont down -
stales. For, twist things as I might,
it wa5. clear that in some way the
Howell boy was mixed up in the
Brice • case. Poor little troubled
Lida! Poor distracted boy!
I had a curious experience down,
stairs, I had reached the feet of the
stairease and was taming to go back
and along the hall to the side ens
trance when I came face to face with
Isaac, the -old 'colored Instil who had
driven the family earrings when it
was a child and whom I had seen at
intervals since I came back polder-.
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He steeped when he 1110 ti', and 31
Shrank 1.111:1k room the flail:: and
had seen me. ":`,IisiLi 10,,s1"
"Foh Gawd's sake, miss Besse+
"You are making a mi.dake, try
friend," I said, quirt,riseg as not
`Miss Bess'!"
Ile eturs, elom to mi, and stared
into my tme. And from that he
honked at my cloth eltives, at my coat
and he shook his white head. +,1
sure thought you was Mil,(s Dess," 1)0
said and mad, no further effort to
detain. me. He hid the way hack to
the door, where the machine waited,
his head shaking with tho palsy of
age, muttering as he went. He open-
ed the door with his best slimmer
and stood aside.
"Good night, ma'am," In, quaver-
ed.
1 had tears in my eyes. I tried to
keep them back. "Good -night," I
said. "Good night, Ikkie."
It had slipped out, toy baby name
for old Isaac!
"Miss Bess!" he cried. "Oh, praise
Ctawd, s Miss best; 1)0,1(1)1
11 caught my asm and ladled me
hack into the hall, and there he held
nw, crying over me, muttering prais-
es for my return, begging me to
come hack, recalling little tender
things out of the past that almost
killed me to hear again.
But I had made my bed and must
Be in it I forced him to swear sil-
e/1011 about my visit; I made him
promise not to reveal my identity to
Lida; and I told him -heaven for-
give 1110 -that I was well and pros-
perous and happy.
Dear old Isaac! I would not let
him come to see me, but the next
day there came a basket with six
bottles of wine and an old daguer-
reotype of my mother that had boon
his treasure. Nor was that basket
he last.
The coroner held an inquest over
the headless body the next day,
Tuesday. Mr. .Graves telephoned 1110
in the morning and I went to the
morgue with him.
I do not like the morgue, although
soine of my neighbors pay it weekly
visits. It is by way of excursion,
liko nickelodeous or watching thio
circus put up its tents. I have heard
them threaten the children that if
they miebehaved they would not be
taken to the morgue that week!
I failed to identify tne body. How
could 1? It had been a tall woman,
probably five feet eight, and I
thought the nails looked like those of
Jennie Brice. The thumb nail cs
one was broken short off. I told Ms. !
Graves about her speaking of a brok-
en nail, but ho shrugged his should-
ers and said nothing.
There VMS a curious sear over the
heart and he was making a sketch of
its it reached front the center of
the chest for about six inches across
the left breast, a narrow thin line
that one could hardly soe.
I felt sure that Jennie Brice had
had no such scar, and Mr. Graves
thought as I did. Temple Hope,
called to' the inquest, said she had
110101' heard of one, and Mr, Ladley
himself, at the inquest, swore that
his wife had had nothing of the sort.
I WU watching 111111, and I did not
think he was lying. And yet the
hand was very like Jennie Brice's, It
was all bewildering,
Mr, Ladley's testimony at the ia-
quest was disappointing. He' was
cool and collected; said he had no -
reason to believe his wife was dead
and less reason to think she had been
drowned; she had left him in St rage
and if she found out that by hiding
she was putting him in an unpleasant
position she would probably hide in-
definitely.
To the disappointment of every-,
body the identity of the woman re-
mainecl a mystery. No one with such
a scar was missing, A small woman
of my own age, a Mrs. Murray,
whose daughter, a stenographer, had
disappeared, attended the inquest.
But her daughter had had no such
sear and had worn her nails short
because of using the typewriter. Al-
ice‘liturray was the missing girl's
nartie. Her mother sat beside me and
cried most of the timo.
One thing was brought out at the
inquesis---the body had been thrown
into the river after death. -There 1
was no water in the lungs, Tito 1
on 1 Iv'
"nor.. lo' .1 r4Itoid..,1 tt,
did 34,, 1.44.11,1
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11,11e eat her throat."
"Or hininsd her with my nay):
(dock," 1 :..11411 with :it1 0 :tirlt.
the (dock more and Mori'.
Ho WontdOWn rockot, 4"nd
Op a key, "I'd tor,g.R.
la. said. "it shows you wen.
right -that the (dock was there 101, 1,
the Laineys took th, room. I 1,.01111
this in the yard this morning."
- It when I got home .from 111)
imm,A that I found old
hot waiting.. 1 am not a crying 101.,
an. 11111 1 MUM hardly sv, my inotle
el.'s picture for tears. Well, tifter
all, that is not the Brie,. story. 1
:an not writing the sordid tragedy of
my life.
That was on Tuesday. Jennis
Brice had bion missing nice clays.
In all that time, although elle Was
rest fOr the piece at the theater that
week, no one there had hoard from
r,,dativ,•s had bail no 0014,
had gone away, if she heti :our
on a cold March night, in a striped
black and white dress with a rod col- 1
lar and a red and black hat, without ;
her fur coat, which she had worn all
winter. She had gone very early in
the morning or during the night
How had she gone? Mr. Ladle' said
he had rowed her to Federal strest
at half after 13 and had brought the
boat back. After they had quarrel-
ed violently all night, and ween she
was leaving him, wouldn't he have
allowed her to take herself away?
Besides, the police had found no
trace of her on an early train. And
then at daylight, between '5 and 13,
my own brother had seen a woman
with Mr, Howell, a woman who
might have been Jennie Brice. But
if it was, why did not Mr. Howell
say so?
11411. Ladley claimed she was hiding
in revenge. But Jennie Brice was
not that sort of W01111111. There was
sainething big about her, something
that is found ofen in large Wolnell-
lack of spite. She was not petty
or malicious. Her faults, like her
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11, effie..;.:i had erel. joi.n. They
hardly knew what to anahe 011,
21r. Rcynold: aloi had a ciP)
ita slicer ;ill einditem-lot and
.littltion: at the dining roto
diiinking it when fin- hell rang. 11
was Mr. How,•11, 11 half staggered
into the hall when T '1' cd the ',loot'
:mil was for going into Nu. parlor
1,..drootn without a word.
if you want
hi:m." I said. I thought hi:. face
• :rid. "1,171ter,•`2"
Ile did not reply at once,. 11,
stood there, tapping, the palm of on,
hand Lith tin, forefinger of tIte oth-
er. He was dirty' and unshaven. 11
clothes looked as if he had been
sleeping in them.
"So they've got him:" he mu+ me.
01 filially, and turning was abOtit to
go out the front door without anoth-
er word, but 1 caught his arm.
"Yon're sick, 11.1r. Howell," I said
"you'd better not go out just yet."
- "011, I'm all rights" He shook his
handkerchief out and wiped his face.
1 Salk' that 1115 hands were shakings
"Cone beck and have a cup of
tea and a elice of hotncinaile bread."
He hesitated and looked at his
watch. "I'll do it, Mrs. Pitman," he
said. "I suppose I'd better throw a
little fuel into this engine of 111414.44,
1t' 11o011 going hard for several
Ile ate like a wolf. T cut half a
loaf into slices for .hhn, and he drank
the rest of thi• tea. 111r. Reynolds
creaked up to bed and -left hirn still
-eating, and me still cutting and
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Just one of the news items which are appearing in papers
quite too often these days throughout the Dominion. And
what is the reason': Th TO is only one, and that is lack of
loyalty to home institutions and the lure of the flashing
publicity of the large city establishments. Many . citizens,
while earning their wages mid salaries in .one place, never-
theless send a large proportion of this money out of the
community for questionable bargains, thus depriving such
community of that much neceseary working capital.
Business Men
D. the Same
They have local firms who are able and ready to Aupply
them with all their requirements, yet for the most trivial
reason or excuse they will 00115011t to extend this patronage
to outside firms, thus helping to build up distant cities at
the expense of their home town. They seem to forget -that
this money so sent out Might otherwise have been largely
returned to them by those with whom they. should have loft
this business, Therefore, when in need of printed matter of
any Icincl, whether farmer, business man or professional man,
always extend 'first consideration to
The Post
Publishing House