The L'Anse sentinel. (L'Anse, L.S., Mich.) 18??-current, 1892-09-03

II hoped to have seen you much
earlier, /" she said.
II was busy just them" he rejoin.
cd. ~ must apologize for not COM
ing down to welcome YOU"
"Grace says you lock yourself up
| in your room and allow no one to
enter--not even your wife," contin-
ued Mrs. Arnold. ION some more
fitting occasion l should like to point
out that secrets are-are-"
Secrets" prompted Mr.. Polwhele.
al beg you will point out nothing"
She took the hint and eaid no more
| Just then. But she never lost an op-
portunity to stir her daughter up, and
Mrs. Polwhele soon began to think
that it was a downright wrong for her
husband to lock up a room and Be-
cret.
She tried wheedling. Mr.. Polwhele
enjoyed it immensely, but declined to
be pade Samson,
She tried entreaties and tears. Mr..
Polwhele kissed the latter away and
kept his secret. Then she tried anger.
"James," she said, 1--WE shall never
be happy until ] have been 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 that place at once"
II 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 a secret, and her husband
asked her to wait six months. She
told her mother what had TRANSFERRED.
Mr.. Polwhele attended a scientific
meeting that day. He came home
rather Unexpectedly. HurryinR 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, ~ shall be very
angry il l see or hear OF this kind of
thing again. shall be SO angry that
/ shall ask you to leave my house
and never more to enter it,"
Mrs. Arnold fairly gasped with as
tonishment. 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 towering passion and burst
into the room where sat the offenders
wife.
"Your husband is Bluebeard!" she
gasped. II am sure he is. He il
Bluebeard-a murderer! He has been
married before and killed his wives.
Their bodies are in that room"
A fit OF Mysteries terminated her
rawlings.
Mrs. Polwhele almost tainted. The
picture her mother conjured up was
quite too dreadful. When her mother
came round she told her story, with
the accompaniment OF signs, tears
and much shifting at q bottle OF smell
ing salts.
She was passing along the corridor
near the locked-up room, she said,
when Mr.. Polewhele came up with an
oath and told her that il 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 q
turn favorable to her curiosity.
"I'll know what's in that room to-
day il he turns me out into the road"
she said. HE is going out this after
noon. I'll call in locksmith and
have the door opened"
Mr.. Polwhele went out and Mrs.
Polwhele sent for the locksmith. The
man came and brought bunch OF
skeleton keys.
The door was opened in a jiffy, and
the three entered the room.
No carpet. Two large tables cover
ed with pieces OF pottery, backed clay
and inscribed stone. Cases of curios
everywhere. On the floor two oblong
boxes, lidless and covered with heaps
of dirty, 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 a 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.
Mrs. Polwhele wac too dazed to
speak word. She suffered her moth
er to haul her downstairs and into
the road, where she stood terrified
ana trembling.
where is the nearest police sta.
tionY" cried the mistress OF the cere-
monies. "Run and bring back three
or four policemen. They have a des-
perate criminal to deal with.
The girl ran off and speedily return
ed with three officers OF the law. Mrs.
Arnold had taken her daughter back
into the hall.
What's all this?" inquired a quiet
voice which issued from beneath O
pair of gold-rimmed spectacles.
"What does this mean2"
"That's him" screamed Mrs. Arm
old. THAT'S the murderer. Arrest
him."
what, Mr.. Polwhele? Nonsense!'
returned the sergeant.
$50 Ishould think" said the gentle
man spoken of. "Be good enough to
inform me what this means"
1.-TWO bodies have been found up
stairs, sir" said the locksmith.
"Well, there are two bodies upstairs.
They have been bodies something
like 1000 years, so don't quite see
how could have made them bodies.
They are mummies, found by me near