Santa Fe daily New Mexican. [volume] (Santa Fe, N.M.) 1885-1897, 1893-11-08
FROM HER WINDOW.

ut is getting to be an intolerable null |
sance," said Brown.
An Indignation meeting was being held
In one of the Raphael studios, Rubens
road ST. Johns Wood.
There were present Brown and Jones,
who were the indignant persons: Bronson
and johnson, who were attentiycly sympaf
thetic, and Horace, who was benevolently
Indifferent.
ut is getting to be an intolerable null
vance," said Brown.
II agree with you," said Bronson, tap
ping with the end of mahlstick under
Horace's nose in futile effort to entice
him into friendly scrimmage.
Bronson was always trying to lower Hor'
aces dignity in this fashion.
''But 1 don't see," Bronson continued,
show you are to stop 1t. The old dame has
q perfect right to sit at her own window,
and if that window does command an UNI
interrupted view of your two studios
through the skylights that'sthe architects
fault or the builders or somebody's
hers"
"Yes. But hang IT, man." cried Jones,
tive can't do blessed thing without her
seeing it, She knows exactly what we
have for dinner, and when we come in and
when we go out, and how long bottle OF
whisky lasts us and how many pipes we
smoke, and everything. She keeps pair
of opera glasses handy, and nothing escapes
her."
YES" added Brown. "But that isn't ths
worst She's just an extra eternal con-
science of most irritating kind. See here,
oft q
good square meal and you look round the
studio and say to yourself Let the picture
and everything 60 hang Pm going to lie
down and read novel and smoke
"And you have just settled yourself COM
fortably on the loungein yoursh sleeves,
with cheroot and shilling shocker,
when you happen to glance up through the
window-and there she isl All your peace
of mind is gone. You can feel her eye upon
you. That eye bores into your skull. That
eye goes whispering all sorts of uncomfort'
able things in your ear
81 can see YOU it says, you lazy, idls
fellow. That picture has to be finished by
the 18th. For shame! Get up and go on
with your work.
tits intolerable, say. You can't be de-
Gently lazy with an eye like that in the
neighborhood. You might just as well
get married at once. 1t has forced me to
work so abominably hard lately that Pm
quite worn out.
"Shes up there now; she's watching us.
Just you fellows sit here for five minutes,
and you'll feel the effect. Even Horace
can't stand it,"
"Well. it must be rather awful" John
son admitted after furtive glance up
through the skylight to the first floor win.
dow opposite where the Eye, whose proper
designation was Maria Simpson, widow, sat
| in white cap and bands peacefully. knit
ting.
lawful Awful isn't the word-itis sim
ply maddening. Another week of it will
infallibly land me in an asylum" declared
Jones.
"And l." said Brown, IAN developing
misanthropical and homicidal tendencies.
go out of my way to kick Horace; my fin
gers itch for knife every time comenear
lay figure. fear there will be bloodshed
before long"
HAP exclaimed Bronson. 1T have an
idea"
Bronson has an idea" said Jones.
"Ihis is indeed memorable occasion, y
said Brown.
Listen" said Bronson, this neighbol
of yours annoys you; you wish to get rio
of her. WE'LL my idea is this: Brown is tC
follow the promptings of his heart. Let
him do it by all means"
"Do what?" asked Brown. I'm then
of goodness, do whats"
''What say. Murder the lay figure
with any amount Of picturesque detail
and let her-Mrs. What's-her-name-se,
you do it. Do you grasp my meaning9"
Bronson" said Brown with enthusiasm
"you are genius!-or rather, since I wen
halves, we are pair of geniuses. Til,
thing shall be accomplished. With min
own hand will I do the CORY deed"
On the following afternoon the worth,
Mrs. Simpson sat placidly knitting at he
window. At first the two studios wer
empty.
But about $3.50 Mrs. SIMPSONS interes
was excited and her nerves startled by tn
sudden finging open of Browns door AM
the entry of Brown himself in state o
violent agitation.
He had letter in his hand, and he begal
pacing up and down the studio, alternatel,
referring to the letter and pressing his ham
wildly to his brow,
Then he cried aloud in frenzied accents
She heard him distinctly, for it was no
day and the windows were open.
"Hal Am betrayed? Is she then false
Desperatioul But will be r-revenged!'
were his words
And heseized a large cavalry pistol whicl
hung with other properties" on the wal
and rushed out of the room.
Almost Immediately a shot was heard
: followed by a series Of shrieks and screams
These slowly died away, and then for
moment there was silence, which was agai
broken by hammering at the studio door
It was burst open, and three men-J ones
johnson and Bronson, in fact-rushed int
the room and appeared to search for some
body. They went out again, but soon re
appeared in company with Brown and
something on shutter.
The something was the body Of womal
clad in white, with white cloth over he
face, lying motionless upon the board. tn
spell that had bound Mrs. Simpson unit
now in chains of silent horror was loos
ened. She squealed and ran precipitatel
from the window.
In few minutes there came q violen
knocking at the street door.
"Open in the queens name. Open a
once, or I'll break the door down."
Brown opened. On the doorstep stoo
an inspector, two constables, Mrs. Sympso
and as many Of the miscellaneous populac
as could find a footing.
''That's, thesmanl" shrieked Mrs Symr
son. "TkGt's the murderer Handcuff him
inspector, before he kills anybody else"
Brown and Jones now smoke their pipe
and read their novels in undisturbed serer
ity Mrs. GJn pssE has LETT her window 81