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The Wingham Times, 1915-04-15, Page 9April, r5th Iy15 TI'IE WINGHAM TIMES ,...., ._00.0•..,..,.0...,._,..,....,-.....-...,......,•...,._...,...,..., .. ..._.........._...... gdS graggiaEgrA F ahe Case of Jennie Brice By MARY ROBERTS RINEHART Copyright, 1913, by the Dobbs -Merrill Company Sr•L'2C) Bag EMENEEMEIME SYNOPSIS Jennie Brice and her husband, Ladtey. •quarrel. She disappears from Mrs. Nit- iman's boarding house during a Pittsburgh "flood, Mrs. Pitman tells Holcombe. an amateur .detective, that she believes laadley has haled Jennie Brice. Holcombe finds incriminating evidence in Ladley's room. An onyx clock Is miss. 'Mg. Mrs. Pitman's knife has ween stolen and broken. 10 a. in. -Paper says: -Body of w0 - .man washed ashore yesterday at Se- wickley. Miwb mutilated by then! ,debris." Ladley lu bed, staring at cell- . ing. Wonder if be sees tube? He is ghastly. That Is the last entry in the note- book for that day. Mr. Holcombe call- ed me in great excitement shortly after 10 and showed me the item. Neither of us doubted for a moment that It was Jennie Brice who had beeu found. He started for Sewickley that same afternoon, and he probably communi- •sated with the police before he left, for once or twice 1 saw Mr. Graves, the detective, sauntering past the house. Mr. Ladley ate no dinner. He went out at 4, and I had Mr. Reynolds fol- low him. But they were both back in ra half hour. Mr. Reynolds reported that Mr. Ladley had bought some head- ache tablets and some bromide pow- d~ers to make him sleep. Mr. Holcombe came back that even- ing. He thought the body was that of Jennie Brice, but the head was gone. He was much depressed and did not Immediately go back to the periscope. T asked if the head had beencut oft -or taken off by a steamer. He was ',afraid the latter, as a hand was gone -too. It was about 11 o'clock that night • that the doorbell rang. It was Mr: -Graves, with a small man behind him. I knew the man. He lived In a shanty 'boat not far from my house, a curious -N-affair with shelves full of dishes and tinware. In the spring he would be towed up, the Monongahela a hundred miles or so and float down, tying up at different landings and selling his wares. Timothy Senft was his name. We called him Tim. Mr. Graves motioned me to be quiet. Both of us knew that behind the par- lor door Ladley was probably listening. "Sorry to get you up, Mrs. Pitman," said Mr. Graves, "but this man says he has bought beer bere today. That won't do, Mrs. Pitman." "Beer! I haven't such a thing in the house. Come in and look!" I snapped And the two of thew went bac•lc to the kitchen. "Now," said Mr. Graves when 1 had shut the door, "where's the dog's meat man?" "Upstairs." "Bring hlm quietly." I called Mr. Holcombe, and It roue, eagerly, notebook and all. "Alt!' Ile said when he saw Tim. "so pwa'v1 •turned up!" "Yes, sir." "It seems, Mr. Dog's- AI r, lloleotehe." said Mr. Graves, "that you are richt :partly anyhow. Tint here did help a man with a bout tbnt night" - "Threw him a rope, sir." Tim broke in. "He'd got out in the (owned, 11111 ;what with the ire 811(1 his not know- ing much about :1 boat he'd have kept • -on to New Orleans It 1 nacht't eetChr him -or kingdom rnme." "Exactly. And what time Old pmt •say this ells?" "Between :i 11811 1 in -1 sena is 1 I de - A, ` —or Alnndty merlin,.' i' • • J'i`i Don't Allow Your Bowels To Become Constipated. If the truth was only known you would find that over one half of the ills of life are caused by allowing the bowels to get into a constipated condition. When the bowels become constipated the stomach gets out of order, the liver does not work properly, and then follows the violent sick headaches, the sourness of the stomach, belching of wind, heart- burn, water brash, biliousness, and a general feeling that you do not care to do anything. Keep your bowels regular by using Milburn's Laxa-Liver PM. They will clear away all the effete matter which •collects in the system and make you think that "life is worth living." Mrs. Haus «McKitrick, Wakefield, Que., writes: i+or several years T Was troubled with sour stomach and bilious• tress and did riot get relief until 1 used Milburn's taxa -Liver Pills. X had only taken them two weeks when my trouble was quite gone, and X will recommend then' to all suffering as I did." Milburn's taxa -Liver Pills are 25c pet vial, 5 vials for $1.00, at all drug stores or dealers, or will be mailed on receipt of price by The T. Milburn Co., Limited, Toronto, Ont. "Threw him a rope, sir," Tim broke in. couldn't sleep and went out In a boat, meaning to keep in close to shore. But he got drawn out in the current." "Where did you see him first?" "By the Ninth street bridge." "Did you hail him?" "He saw my light and bailed me. I was making fast to a coal barge after one of my ropes had busted." "Yon threw the line to him there?" "No. sir. He tried to work in to shore. 1 ran along River avenue to below the Sixth street bridge. He got pretty close in there, and 1 threw him a ro(fe. He was about done up." "Would you know him again?" "lyes, sir. He gave me $5 and said to `ay nothing about it. He didn't went anybody to know he bad been •.nob a fool." 'They took him quietly upstairs then and let him look through the peri- scope. I•Ie identified tIr. Iadley abso- lutely. When '1'11, 1.11d Mr. Graves had gone Mr. Holcombe and 1 were left alone In the kitchen, Mr. Holcombe leaned over and patted Peter as he lay in his basket. "We've got him, old boy," he said. '"1'he chain is just about complete. He'll never kick you again." But Mr, Holcombe was wrong -not about kicking Peter, although I don't believe Mr. Ladley ever did that again, but in thinking we had him. I washed that next morning, Mon- day, but all the time 1 was rubbing and starch;,:; and hanging out my mind was w•ilh Jennie Brice. The eight of Alully Maguire next door at the window tubbing and brushing at the fur coat only made things worse. At noon when the Maguire young- sters oungster:s came home from school 1 bribed Tommy, the youngest, into the kitchen with the promise of a doughnut. • "I see your mother has a new fur. scat," 1 said, with the plate of dough- nuts just beyuud his reach. "Yes'ut.", ' "She didn't buy It?" "She didn't buy it. `ay, Mrs. Pit- nian. gilnnte that doughnut." "Oh, so the cont washed in!" -Stint. Pap found it down by the point on 11 take of ice. ile thought it was a dog, 'ttnil rowed out fpr it" Well, l hadn't wanted the coat, as far as that goes; I'd managed well enough w'ithoiit rut's for twenty years or more. But it was a satisfaction to know tint It had not floated into Mrs. Altiguire's kitchen end spread Itself at her feet, as one may say. flowerer, that was not the question after all. The real Issue was that If it was Jennie Ii'tees coat and was found 8c'ross the river on a cake of Ice, then one of two things was certain: Either Jennie !;rice's body wrapped in the emit had been thrown into the water out in the current. or she herself, hop. lug to Incriminate her husband, had linng her coat Into the river. I told lir. Ilolcombe, and he inter- viewed Joe Maguire that afternoon. The upshot of it was that Tommy bad lawn correctly informed. Joe had wit- • misses who had Lined up to see him rescue 11 dog, and had beheld bis re - (urn in triumph with a wet and soggy fur coat At i o'clock Mrs. Maguire, Instructed by !lir. Graves, brought the coat to me for idcntilcatlon, turning it about for my inspection, but refusing to take her hands ori' it "tf )wt husband says to me that he wants It hack, well and good," she sald, "but 1 don't rive it up to nobody hut 'rum sum, folks 1 'crow of would be glad enough to have 11" I was certain it was Jennie Br1ce's coat, but the maker's name had been ripped out. With Molly holding, one arm and 1 the other we took it to Mr. Ladley's door and knocked. Re opened it, grumbling, "I have asked you not to interrupt me," he said, with his pen in his hand, His eyes fell on the coat, "What's that?" he asked, changing color. "I think it's Mrs. Ladley's fur coat," I said, He stood there looking at it and thinking. Then: -"It can't be hers," be said. "She wore hers when she went away." "Perhaps she dropped it in the water," He looked at me and smiled. "And why would she do that?" he asked mockingly. "Was it out of fashion?" 'That's Mrs. Ladley's coat," I per- slated, erslated, but Molly Maguire jerked it from me and started away. He stood there looking at met and smiling in his nasty way. "This excitement is telling on you, Mrs. Pitman," he said coolly. "You're too emotional for detective work." Then he went in and shut the door. When I went downstairs Molly Ma- guire was waiting in the kitchen and had the audacity to ask me if 1 thought the coat needed a new lining! It was on Monday evening that the strangest event In years happened to me. I Went to my sister's house! And the fact that i was admitted at a side entrance trade it even stranger. It happened this way: Supper was over. and ( was cleaning up, when an automobile tame to the door. It was Alma's ear. The chauf- feur Bare 111e a note: Dear Mrs. Pitman -1 am not at all well and very anxious, Will you come to see me at once? Aly mother is out to dinner, and 1 am alone. The car will bring you. Cordially, •LIDA HARVEY. I put on my hest dress at once and got Into the limousine. Half the neighborhood was out watching. 1 leaned incl: in the upholstered seat, fairly quivering with excitement. This was Ahna's car; that was Alma's ('8'(1 case; the little cluck had her mono - „Iain on It. Even the dowers in the dower holder, yellow tulips. reminded inc of Alm. 8 trifle showy, hitt good tit look tit. And 1 wits goon;; to her house. 1 wets 11(1t taken to 111i, main en- trance, hitt to to side door. The queer dreamlike reeling was still there, it, this bad: hall. relegated from 1110 more conepicuotls part of rho- ntin•1. 1)01.0 w8I'e eve, phots of nunitrlrr• Iron! inf old home. nod my fn11)1'1', [Oil i,e ,I 711 oval Edit fl'allle hilt!:: ,It'("" 11,t 1,,•1t11 1 had not seen a pietore� of ruin i,•t 114.1.11 ty year's t went over sed Ioneh,•11 it t;tntly. "Father, father!" 1 s''Itl t!nder it was the WI ,(til ,•'1111 that 1 had t'lln'htd itvir• as a ,•ht.tt and ,att stood nn loons' flows 11n .,t' my',ett 111 the mirror;Ihol•e '1'11"•,•ltuir 110:11. 111111I,t (inlshttl and touked 1Itt' t"•tt,r' for ft, age. 1 0L•114e11 in 1 14. 1 id cl:tt.s. 'fit, chair had stand tint,, 111'1141' Man 1 I was a' middle aged uonuni t111e11 Wit 11 !swirly 111111 (1111. shirlIhr, lw4neliur(ly ~cic,, a little hart. 1 had Iiiimuht liti father an old now wino, that picture was taken, and now 1 t1'a. et•t-u 14iti81% "limber!" 1 wliislln'rrd :tonin and fell 10 crying in tffi1 dfnil} lr::llt,d hall. Lida sent for nue at unre. 1 ,ad only time to dry my eyes and straighten mor hot. Had 1 met Alum on the slltirs 1 would have pissed her without a o'urti. She would not have known uu. IInt I (11W 00 cue. .Lida was In bed. She was' lying there with a rose shaded 1811111 beside her and a great bowl of spring. flowers uu a little stand at her elbow. She sat up when 1 went iu and had a maid place a chair for Iue beside the bed. She Nuked very childish with lite. !lair In a braid on the pillow, and her stint young arms and throat bare. "I'm so glad you carne!" she said. laid would not be satisfied until the Tight was. jest right for my eyes and my emit unfastened and thrown open. "I'm not really ill." she informed one. "I'm-1'ul just tired :Ind nervous, nut( --:Ind unhappy, Air's. Pitman." "I am sorry," 1 said, 1 wanted to lean over' and pat her hand, to draw the covers around her and mother her a little -1 had had no one to mother for so long -hut I could not. She would have thought it queer and pre- sumptuous -or no, 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 beautiful?" Well, I said slowly, "I never thought of that. She was handsome, In a large way." "Was she young?" "Yes. Twenty-eight or so." "That isn't very young." she said, looking relieved. "But I don't think men like very young women. ilo you?" "1 know ofi who does." I said. smil- ing. But she sat up in bed suddenly and looked at me with her clear, child- ish eyes, , "I don't want 111m to like me." she (lashed, "I-1 want him to hate Inc." "Tut, tut! Yon want nothiug of the sort." ., "Mrs. Pitman," Alio said, "I sent for you because I'm nearly crazy. lir. Howell was a friend of that woman. Ile has aeted like a maniac since she disappeared. Ile doesn't come to see rue, he has given up his work on the paper, and I saw him today 00 the street -he looks like a ghost." 'Tliat put me to thinking. ' "Ile might have been it friend," 1 admitted, "although as far as I know he was never at the house but once, and then be saw both of thein" "When was that?" "Sunday morning, the day before she disappeared. They were arguing some. tiling" The Cause of Dyspepsia. The Symptoms and The Cure. THE CAUSE. Too rapid eating, eating too much, and too often, improperly chewing the food, eating too much stimulating food, and indulging in improper diet generally. THE SYMPTOMS. Vari 'hie appetite, rising and souring of food, heartburn, wind in the stomach, a feeling of weight in the stomach, in fact a feeling that your stomach has gone alt wrong and that the food you eat does not seem to agree with you. • THE CURE. BURDOCK BLOOD BITTERS,. Mrs. E. Williamson, Wheeler, Ont., writes: "I have been a sufferer for years from dyspepsia, and could scarcely eat anything. I tried Burdock Blood Bitters, and I am entirely cured. I have not been troubled since 1 took it, and that is two years ago. I can now eat any- thing I wish." B.B.B. is manufactured only by The T. Milburn Co.. Limited. Toronto. Ont. CHAPTER VIII. HE looked at me attentively. "You know more than you are telling me, Mrs. Pitman,"• she said. "You -do you think Jennie Brice is dead and that Mr. Howell knows -who did it?" "1 think she is dead, and I think pos- sibly Mr. Howell suspects who did it. Ile does not know, or he would have told the police." "You do not think he was -was in love with Jennie Brice, do you?" "I'm certain of that," I said. "He is very much in love with a foolish girl, who ought to have more faith in him than she has." She colored a little and smiled at that, but the next moment she was sitting forward, tense and questioning again. "If that is true, Mrs. Pitman," she said, "who was the veiled woman he met that Monday morning at daylight and took across the bridge to Pitts- burgh? 1 believe it was Jennie Brice. If it was not, who was it?" "I don't believe he took any woman across the bridge at that hour. Who says he did?" "Uncle Jim saw him. He had been playing cards all night at one of the clubs 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 two later, and he refused to ex- plain. Then they forbade bim the house. Mamma objected to him any- how, and he only came on sufferance. He is a college man of good family, but without any money at all save.what he earns. And now"- I- had had some young newspaper men with me, and I knew what they got. They were nice boys, but they made $15 a week. I'm afraid I smiled a little as I looked around the room, with its gray grass cloth walls, its toi- let table spread with ivory and gold and the maid in attendance in her black dress and white apron, collar and cuffs. Even the little nightgown Lida was wearing would have taken a week's salary or more. ' She caw my smile. "It was to be his chance," she said. •'If he made good he was to have some- thing better. My Uncle Jim owns the paper, and he promised me to help Kira, But"-,.. Your Liver is Clogged up That's Why You're Tired -Out of Sort. -Haat >,o Appetite. CARTER'S LITTLE LIVER PILLS willut you right in a few days. They do their duty. Cure Const;. • n, �'- _-�_. 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Pitman, It's driving me crazy, for they have found 11 body, and they think it is hers. If it is and he was with her" - 1 "Don't be a foolish girl," I protested, "If he was with Jennie Brice she is stili living, and if he was not with Jennie Brice" - "It it was not Jennie Brice then I have a right to know who it was," she declared. "He was not like himself when I met him. He said such queer things -.be talked about an onyx clock and said he had been made a fool of and that no matter what came out I was always to remember that be had done what he did for the best and that -that he cared for me more than for anything in this world or the nest" "That wasn't so foolish!" I Couldn't help it. I leaned over and drew her nightgown ups over her bare white shoulder. "You won't help anything or anybody by taking cold, my dear," 1 said. "Call your mald and have her put a dressing gown around you." I deft soon after. There was little I could do. But I comforted her as best I could and said good night. My heart was heavy as I went downstairs. For - twist things as I might, it was clear that in some way the Howell boy was mixed up in the Brice case. Poor lit- tle troubled Lida! Poor distracted boy! I had a curious experience down- stairs. I had reached the foot of the staircase and was turning to go back and along the hall to the side en- trance when I came face to face with Isaac, the old colored man who had driven the family carriage when 1 was a child and whom I had seen at in- tervals since I came back pottering tiOw -,• "You are making a mistake; I am not 'Miss Bess!'" around Alma's house. The old man was bent and feeble. He came slowly down the hall with a bunch of keys in his hand. I had seen him do the same thing many times. He stopped when he saw me, and 1 shrank back from the light, but he had seen nae. "Miss Bess!' he said. "Fob Gawd's sake, Miss Bess!" "You are malting a mistake, my friend," I said, quivering; "I am not 'Miss Bess!' " He came close to me and stared into my face. And from that lie looked at my cloth gloves, at my coat, and he shook his' white head. "I sure thought you was Miss Bess," he said and made no further effort to detain me. Ele led the way back to the door, where the machine waited, his head shaking with the palsy of age, muttering as he went He opened the door with his best man- ner and stood aside. "Good night, ma'am," he quavere(L I had tears in my eyes. I tried to keep them back. "Good night," I said. "Good night, Ikkie." It had slipped out, my baby name for old Isaac! "Miss Bess!" he cried. "Oh, praise Gawd, it's :Hiss Bess again!" He caught my artn and pniled me back into the hall. and there he held me, crying over me, muttering praises for my return, begging Inc to come hack, recalling little tender things out of the past that almost killed me to bear again, But I had made my bed and must Ile in it. I forced him to , wear silence about my visit; 1 nude him promise not to reveal my identity to Lida; and I told him -heaven forgive me --that 1 was well end prosperous 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 daguerreotype of my mother that had been his treasure. Nor was that basket the last. The coroner held an inquest over the headless holy the nest day, Tues- day. Mr. Graves telephoned Inc 10 the morning and I went to the morgue with him. I do not !Ike the horgtle. although some of. my, neighbors. Lay it weekly 1 a Children Cry for Fletcher's TO I cep The Sind You Have Always. Bought, and which has been In use for over 30 years, has borne the signature of and has been made under his per..>. conal supervision since 14 infancy., i�cG�cW Allow no one to deceive you in this. 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It is by way of excursion, like nickelodeons or watching the circus put up its tents. 1 have heard them threaten the children that if they mis- behaved they would not be taken to the morgue that week! .1 failed to identify the body. How could I? It bad been a tall woman, probably are feet eight, and I thought the nails looked like those of Jennie Brice. The thumb nail of one was broken short off. 1 told Mr. Graves about her speaking of a broken nail, but he shrugged his shoulders and said nothing, There was a curious scar over the heart and he was making a sketch ,of it. It reached from the center of the chest for about six inches across the left breast. a narrow thin line that pre could hardly see. It was shaped like this: J l I felt sure that Jennie Brice had had no such scar, and Air. Graves thought as I did. Temple Hope. called to the inquest, said she had never heard of cue, and Mr. Ladley himself, at the in- quest, swore that his wife had had nothing of the sort. 1 was watching him, and I did not think he was lyipg. And yet the hand was very like Jen- nie Brice's. it 'MIS all bewildering. Mr. Ladley's testimony at the in- quest was disappointing. He was cool and collected; said he had no reason to believe that his wife was dead and less reason to think she bad been drowned; she had left hint in a rage, and if she found out that by hiding she was put- ting him hi :11 unpleasant position she would probably hide indetlnitely. To the disappointment of everybody, the identity of the woman remained a mystery. No one with such a scat' was missing. A su,:li woman of my own age, a MIs. Murray, whose daughter, a stenographer, had disappeared, attend- ed the Inquest. But her daughter had Lal( nu such scar and had worn her nails short because of using the type- writer. Alice Murray was the tuissiug girl's name. Iler mother sat beside me and cried most of the time. One thing was brought out at the in- quest -the body had been thrown into the river after death. There was no water in the lungs. The verdict was "death by the hands of some person or persons unknown." Mr. Iloteombe was not satisfied. In some way or other he had got permis- sion to attend the autopsy and had brought away a tracing of the sc:u•. All the way house in the street car he stared at the drawing, bolding first one eye shut and then the other. But, like the coroner, be got nowhere. He fold- ed the paper and put it in his note- book. "None the less, Mrs. Pitman," he said, "that is the body of Jennie Brice. tier husband Gillen her, probably by strangling her. I1, took the body out in the boat and copped it into the swollen river abut the Ninth street bridge." "\\'by (10 you 1 • 111i he strangled her?" '"'here was m1 :sad no poison w:i -filen, 11' he stl the blond tient. 1 • "1 d tit,' t:n:it tion." he .• 1,1 try, ,•171 tier it "Or It. 1•, 1 h I :aided its c. no V4,-; 10,0:,1u l:esa, 111:it , 1,:1a i:, t, on the body her, where (lid to strmugula- `lie may have v onyx (look." 1 missed the pockets and :often this," ere right--• when the mud lila It was when ,1 got home from the in- quest that I found old Isaac's basket waiting. I am not a crying woman. but I could hardly see my mother's picture for tears.. Well, after all, that is not the Brice story. I am not writ- ing the sordid tragedy of my life. That was on Tuesday. Jennie Brice had been missing nine days. in all that time, although she was cast for the piece at the theater that week, no one there bad heard from her. Her relatives had had no word. She had gone away, if she had gone, on a cold March night, in a striped black and white dress with a red collar mud a red and black hat, without her fur coat, which she had worn all winter. She had gone very early in the morn- ing or during the night. How had she gone? Mr. Ladley said be had rowed her to Federal street at half after (; and had brought the boat back. After they had quarreled violently alt night, and when she was leaving bim. 'wouldn't he have allowed tier to take herself away? Besides, the police had found no trace of her on an early train. And then at daylight, between i and (I, my own brother had seen a woman with Mr. Howell, a woman who might have been Jennie Brice: But if it was, why did 001 Air. Howell say so? Mr. Ladley claimed she was hiding in revenge. But Jennie Brice was not that sort of woman. There was some- thing big about her, something that is found often in large women -a lack of spite: She was not petty or malicious. 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