Watertown republican. [volume] (Watertown, Wis.) 1860-1906, 1891-02-11

brains out with u Ratchet that very
night. think, madam, that | had bet
ter take you to the police"
With a beating heart the Secretary
the station policeman. She
had never had occas on to consult an
officer before, except when she wished
to get from Summer Street to Winter
Street on Christmas week. She felt
almost like murderer herseli. She
trembled visibly.
"There are two murderers in this
depot" began the Secretary, with
heroic effort alter self-possession. 81
overheard the whole plot. The deed is
to be done tomorrow night
The officer reused himself, and re-
the Secretary told as quickly as she
could. The officer felt Tor his "biIly,"
and asked if they took 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 common police court, and
reported Ill the penny paper.
AS you mentioned reservoir, mad
am, | think we'll search the circuit
trains. The policeman left the Secretary
tor a moment and consulted the tail
gate keeper with the fine beard. The
officer returned with a discounted
expression. He said he was "atraid
we've lost en- you'd better come
out, madam, or-ah, MISS" looking
doubtfullv at he1-"and hunt 'em up"
AS the Secretary emerged rom 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 GROOM two figures
approached. There was no doubt about
it. 1t was she Of the veil; it was he of
the sonbrero. The man logged 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, courteouslv,
raising the brin of his sombrero, and
looking at the officer with remarkable
steadiness. "Can | trouble you to tell
me why ?" 8
The woman united her thick veil
leisurely, and revealed quiet, intelli-
gent face. The policeman looked lit
tie staggered. He did not recognize any
of his old offenders, and with the bru-
tally of his sex turned the case over
entirely to the Secretary.
''On the testimony of this lady,"
bowed the officer, blandly, 81 feel COM
PEELED to arrest you on the intent to
murder
81 don't believe youth make much of
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 a 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 a dead door-mat
on wire"
"Accomplice % exploded the gentle
man of the sombrero. "Why, she's
my wife"
The gate-keeper grinned. "Him :?
Why, he belongs Newton Center.
He's run in and out these two years.
Her? Why, she runs IL Bible class
with forty-nlne young men. Where do
you belong?" turning suspiciously on
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 a courtly bow 81 am sorry
to have put you to SO much lnconven-
fence, but, you see, my wife and | are
collaborating.
The policeman looked blankly at the
couple. What new crime was this?
collaborating? What's that? | don't
know but I'd better hold you, sir"
eve are writing a novel;" said the
gentleman from Newton Center. "We
are collaborating story. We are pub
fishing a volume" The gentleman
himself impressively. :.
chats So" 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 -
Reservoir-Newton Center" the famil-
lar voice of the ''annunciator" echoed
from the waiting-room. "Fourforty-
five train on track No. l."
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
~ don't believe they are even mar
ried. Think it's a theosophic Irritation.
Collaborating novel l guess he does
the writing and she does the type-writ-
ing "-Ehzabeth Stuart Phelps and Her.
bert d. Ward, IN Hdrper's Bazaar.