Eagle River review. [volume] (Eagle River, Wis.) 1890-1927, 1891-02-12

| brains out with Ratchet that very
night think, madam, that had bet
ter take you to the police"
With a beating heart the Secretary
approached the station policeman. She
had never had occasion to consult an
officer before, except when she wished
to get from Summer Street to Winter
Street on Christmas week. She felt
almost like a murderer herself. She
trembled visibly.
There are two murderers in this
depot" began the Secretary, with a
heroic effort after self-possession. 81
overheard the whole plot. The deed is
to be done tomorrow night
| The officer reused himself, and re-
specially asked for the details, which
J the Secretary told as quickly as she
could. The officer felt tor his chilly, !"
and asked if they took a train. The
Secretary shook her head helplessly.
81 could point them out if observed
them" She was almost ready to cry.
The whole situation seemed to her so
uncultivated. She saw herself testify
ing before a common police court, and
reported in the penny paper.
Gas you mentioned reservoir, mad
am, | think we'll search the circuit
trains. The policeman left the Secretary
for a moment and consulted the tail
gate-keeper with the fine beard. The
officer returned with a discomftted
we've lost en- YOU'D better come
out, madam, or-ah, MISS" looking
doubtfully at her-"and hunt 'em up"
AS the Secretary emerged from the
| hot vestibule into what is conceded to
be the worst draught in New England,
she clutched the guardian Of the law by
| the arm.
''See ~ she could barely articulate
"there they are !" Bearing down upon
them from the baggage-room two figures
approached. There was no doubt about
it. 1t was she of the veil; it was he Of
the sombrero. The man lugged va
lise; heavy with-what?
"Jimmies or dynamite ?' asked the
keen policeman of himself. Before the
| Secretary could scream, the officer laid
his hand heavily on the mans shoulder,
and said significantly, 81 am sorry, sir,
| but you'll have to come with me-"
"Ah" said the man, courteously,
raising the brin of his sombrero, and
looking at the officer with remarkable
steadiness. 'Can [ trouble you to tell
me why ?"
The woman united her thick veil
leisurely, and revealed a quiet, intelli-
gent face. The policeman looked lit
tie staggered. He did not recognize any
of his old offenders, and with the bru-
talty of his sex turned the case over
entirely to the Secretary.
''On the testimony of this lady"
| bowed the officer, blandly, II feel COM
| PEELED to arrest you on the intent to
murder
II don't believe you'll make much of
mt 10 fNJ
ing over the three. "Who suspects
them ?"
The policeman pointed at the Secre-
tarv stolidly.
you'd better take course of train
ing before you set up Pinkerton agen-
cy,' the gate-keeper was proceeding,
when the Secretary broke in with sobs
as thin as herself:
"But he told his accomplice he was
going to kill him with dead door-mat
on a wire"
"Accomplice ~ exploded the gentle
man of the sombrero. ''Why, she's
my wife"
The gate-keeper grinned "Him :?
Why, he belongs III Newton Center.
He's run in and out these two years.
Her? Why, she runs Bible class
with forty-nine young men. Where do
the Secretary. The two accused drew
together. Newton Center and Chestnut
Hill glared at each other.
II am sorry, madam" said the gen.
man, with courtly bow; II am sorry
to have put you to so much lnconven-
fence, but, you see, my wife and l are
collaborating"
The policeman looked blankly at the
couple What new crime was this :?
Collaborating? What's that? 1 don't
know but I'd better hold you, SIR
eve are writing a novel;" said the
gentleman from Newton Center. eve
are collaborating story. We are pub
fishing a volume" The gentleman
Strengthened himself impressively.
THAT 500 The gate keeper nodded
with infinite intelligence.
''This strange lady accidentally over
heard my plot" proceeded the gentle
man warmly; "and | hope that in
honor she will not divulge this secret to
the reporters"
Chapel - Longwood - Brookline -
DISQUALIFICATION Center" the famil-
lar voice of the "annunciator" echoed
from the waiting-room. "Fourforty
five train on track No. /"
In the rush for room the couple dis
appeared. When the Secretary had
stolen dejectedIy into the rear car she
might have been heard to murmur be-
tween her dying sobs:
81 don't believe they are even mar
ried. Think it's theosophic Irritation.
Collaborating a novel. | guess he does
the writing and she does the type-writ-
ing. "-EH@abeth St'tou Phelps and Her.
bert d. Ward, in Hdrper's BdzGr.
A Library Piano.