Walker Lake bulletin. (Hawthorne, Nev.) 1883-1926, 1892-11-16

his room?"
"He is writing a book"
"On what subject"
Really, mamma, | do not know.
James allows no one to enter his room
but himself His work is secret and
the door is always locked"
Mrs. Arnold lifted up her hands in
establishment.
Goodness gracious," she cried. ARE
you the mistress of this house, Do
you mean to say that you don't know
what he does-that you have never
been in his room?'
Il asked him to let me dust the
room, but he said no one must enter
it,"
81 see must deal with Mr.. Polwhele.
Keep a secret from his wife. indeed
Have locked-up room in his house!
He may be coiner-a forger-a-"
Mammal"
81 say he may. I've heard of such
things. You must insist upon know
ing what is going on. You have a
right to know"
Mr.. Polwhele did not appear until
lunch time. His mother-in-law greet
ed him rather stiflly.
81 hoped to have seen you much
earlier" she said.
81 was busy just them" lie rejoin-
ed. 81 must apologize for not coming
down to welcome YOU"
"Grace says you lock yourself up in
your room and allow no one to enter
not even your wife" continued Mrs.
Ia II
should like to point out that secrets
are-are
Secrets" prompted Mr.. Polwhele.
II beg you will point Out nothing"
She took the hint and said no more
Just then. But she never lost an oppor-
tunity to stir her daughter up, and
Mrs. Polwhele soon began to think
that it was downright wrong for her
husband TO lock up a room and a
secret
She tried wheedling. Mr.. Polwhele
enjoyed it immensely, but declined to
be made Samson.
She tried entreaties and tears. Mr..
Polwhele kissed the latter away and
kept his secret. Then she tried anger.
James" she said, I'VE shall never
be happy until | have seen in that
room. You are unkind and unjust.
1t is wrong of YOU. | couldn't have
believed you would have acted so.
Take me into the place at once"
81 am very sorry, my dear" he said,
"to disappoint you, but can't take you.
Ask me in six months time and you
shall see everything.
Mrs. Polwhele bounced out of the
room. Here was woman burning to
know secret, and her husband asked
her to wait six months. She told her
mother what had TRANSFERRED.
Mr.. Polwhole attended scientific
meeting that day. He came home
rather Unexpectedly. Hurrying up
stairs with that quiet step of his he
caught his mother-in-law trying keys
to the lock of his room door.
MADAM" he said, II shall be very
angry if | see or hear of this kind of
thing again. | shall be so angry that
/ shall ask you to leave my house and
never again enter it."
Mrs. Arnold fairly gasped with as
constituent. This from Mr.. Polwhele
This from the meek little man who had
married her daughter.
She tried to express her Indignation,
but, failing to find words, ran down
stairs in "a towering passion and burst
into the room where sat the offenders
wife.
your husband is Bluebeard!" she
gasped. 81 am sure he is. He is a
Bluebeard--a murderer. He has been
married before and killed his wives.
Their bodies are in that room"
A fit of Mysteries terminated her raw
ings.
Mrs. Polwhele almost tainted. The
picture her mother coniured up was
quite too dreadful. When her mother
came round she told her story, with
the accompaniment of signs, tears and
much smiling at a bottle of smelling
salts.
She was passing along the corridor
near the locked-up room, she said,
when Mr.. Polwhele came up with an
oath and told her that if he ever
caught her there again he would turn
her neck and crop into the road.
Mrs. Polwhele naturally was very
indignant. Her Indignation took .
turn favorable to her curiosity.
IN know what's in that room to-day
if he turns me out into the road she
said. "He is going out this afternoon.
I'll call in locksmith and have the
door opened"
Mr.. Polwhele went out and Mrs.
Polwhele sent for the loeksmith. The
man came and brought bunch of
skeleton keys.
The door was opened in a jitfy, and
the three entered the room.
No carpet. Two large tables cover
ed with pieces of pottery, baked clay
and inscribed stone. Cases of curios
everywhere. On the floor Two oblong
boxes, lidless and covered with heaps
of yellowish cloth,
Mrs. Arnold removed one of the
heaps and peered in the box.
She staggered back shrieking. In
the box was the corpse of woman.
The locksmith lifted up the other
heap of cloth. Another corpse.
Mrs. Polwhele fell to the floor in Q
dead faint. Mrs. Arnold continued to
shrek.
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