Democratic Northwest. [volume] (Napoleon, Ohio) 1869-1894, 1888-07-26

"Re do. an he don't"
The stranger waited placidly during the
outburst, and Mrs. Hableton, having stopped
for want of breath, he interposed quietly:
"Can speak to you for few momentsi"
can who's a stoppin' of your said Mrs.
Hableton, defiantly.
"Well, really" said the other, looking up
ct tho cloudless blue sky, and wiping his face
with gaudy red silk pocket handkerchief,
sit is rather hot, you know, and"-
Mrs. Hableton did not give him time to
finish, but walking to the gate, opened it With
jerk.
"Use your legs and walk in" she said, and,
the stranger having done so, she led the way
into the house, and into small, neat sitting
room, which seemed to overflow with anti
macassars, wool mats and wax flowers. There
was also row of emu eggs on the mantel
piece, q cutlass on the wall, and a grimy
line of hard looking little books set in stiff
row on a shelf, presumably for ornament, as
they looked too unpleasant to tempt any one
to read them. The furniture was of horse
hair, and everything was hard and shiny, SO
when the stranger sat down in tho slippery
looking armchair that Mrs. Hableton pushed
toward him he could not help thinking it had
been stuffed with stones, it felt SO cold and
hard. The lady herself sat opposite to him
in another hard chair, and, having taken the
handkerchief off her head, folded it care
fully, laid it on her lap, and then looked
straight at her unexpected visitor.
"Now, then," she said, letting her mouth
fly open SO rapidly that it gave one the inn
preston that it was moved by strings like
marionette, "who are you9 what are yous and
what do you want?"
The stranger put his red silk handkerchief
into his hat, placed it on the table and an
swered deliberately: ,..0
"My name is Gorby. l am a detective.
want Mr.. Oliver Whyte."
HE amt here" said Mrs Hableton, think
ing that Whyte had got into trouble and was
going to be arrested.
II know that" answered Mr.. Gorby
"Then where is 'e?'
Mr. Gorby answered abruptly, and watched
the effect of his words:
"He is dead"
Mrs. Hableton got quite pale, and pushed
back her chair. NO." she cried. "Where
was he killedp .wt u..
HE was murdered in hanson cab on the
st. Kilda road"
"In the open streetT' sheasked, in startled
| tone.
"Yes, in the open street."
"NA. Gorby," she said at length, IT ave
'ad 'afd struggle all my life which it came
along OF bad husband, who was brute and
drunkard, so, God knows, amt got much
inducement to think well of the lot of you,
but-murder," she shivered slightly, though
the room was quite warm, II didn't think of
| that" -"
SIN connection with whoms'
"Mr. Whyte, of course, she answered hur-
| riedly.
"And who elseg'
| II don't know"
| "Then there is nobody elseT'
"Well, don't know-rm not sure"
The detective was puzzled.
"What do you mean9' he asked.
81 will tell you all know" said Mrs
Hableton, San If 'e's innocent, God will 'elp
i'm"
"If who is innocent?'
"Ill tell you everythin' from the start"
said Mrs Hableton, IAN you can Judge for
yourself" .u
Mr.. Gorby assented, and she began:
ats only two months ago since decided
to take in dodgers; but chorin's ard work,
and sewin's tryin' for the eyes So, bein'
lone woman, 'avin' been badly treated by
brute, who is now dead, which l was allays
good wife to i'm, thought dodgers 'ud 'elp
me little, so put notice in the paper, an
Mr.. Oliver Whyte took the rooms two months
ago." ..-. ,a
"What was he liker' r,. .,-
"Not very tall, dark face, no whiskers nor
mustache, an quite the gentleman"
"AnythI, peculiar about himl"
Mrs. EI..eso. tuuGht for moment
"Well." she said at length, "he 'ad mole
on his left temple, but 1t was covered with
lis air an few people I'D ave seen it."
1.-THE very man." said Gbrby to himself;
"rm on the right path"
"Mr Whyte said Q 'ad Just come from
England" went on the woman
| (which" murmured Mr.. Gorby, ''ac.
counts for the corpse not being recognized by
| friends"
"He tooks the rooms, said ED stay with me
for six months, an paid weeks rent in ad-
vance, an e allays paid up reg'lar like re-
spectacle man, tho don't believe in 'em
myself He said ed lots Of friends. an used
to 60 out every night" t.... .....+
"Who were his friendsF" ., }-
| 4hho SHh}o vSA JOuS AVA y "CAO NVAI
close, an when e went out Of doors never
knowd where . went, which is Jest like 'em;
for they ses they're goin' to work, AN you
finds 'em in the beershoP. Mr.. Whyte told
me e was a-goin' to marry heiress, . was~
"Ahl' interjected Mr.. Gorby, sapiently.
"'E 'ad only one friend as eyer saw--a
Mr.. Moreland-- who coined ere with fm, an
was allays with im-brother like"
| "What like is this Mr.. MorelandT
"Good lookin' enough" said Mr.. Hable-
ton sourly. "but lis 'abits weren't as good as
is4acs-'andsom is as 'andsom. does, Il what
| ses"
II wonder If he knows anything about this
affair" muttered Gorby to himself "Whers
is Mr.. Moreland to be foundr be asked
/ aloud
"Not knowin', can't tell" retorted the
landlady; sc used to be ere Yeg'lar, but
amt seen i'm for over week."
'Strangel veryr thought Gorby, shaking
his head. ~ should like to SEQ this Mr..
Moreland. suppose it's probable he'll call
agaihf" he remarked, aloud. :
"'Abit bein' second nature s'pose he
will" answered the woman; "'e might call
at any time, mostly avin' called at nights
s"Ahi then I'll come down this evening on
chance of seeing him" replied the detectiva
'Coincidences happen in real life as well 40
In novels, and the gentleman in question
may turn up in the nick OF time New, what