Pawtucket tribune. (Pawtucket, R.I.) 1890-189?, 1893-09-28
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FROM Her WINDOW,

An indignation meeting WAS being hell
IN one Of the Raphael studios, Ruben'
road, st. JOhI'- wood.
There were pr ,eut Brown and Jones
who were the indignant persons; Bronson
and johnson, who were attentively symps
thetic, and Horace, who was benevolently
indifferent
1T is getting 10 be an intolerable nui
sance." 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 | don't see" Bronson continued,
show you are 10 stop II. The old dame has
perfect right TO lit at her own window,
and IL that window does command an un-
interrupted view of your two studios
through the skylights that'sthe architects
fault or the builders or somebody's-not
| hers"
'Yes. But hang it, man." cried Jones,
I'VE can't do q blessed thing without her
seeing IT, She knows exactly what we
have for dinr r, 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 a pair
| Of opera glasses handy, and nothing escapes
herb
| Yes" added Brown. "But that isn't the
worst. She's just an extra eternal con-
| science Of a most irritating kind. See here,
you come in some hot afternoon after
good square meal and you look round the
studio and say 10 yourself: Let the picture
and everything go hangl I'm going 70 lie
down and read a novel and smoke
And you have just settled yOurself com
fortably on the loungein your shirt sleeves,
with cherOot and shilling shocker,
when you happen TO glance up through the
window-aud there she isl All your peace
Of mind IL 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 car.
81 can see you,' it says, you lazy, idle
fellow. That picture has 10 he finished by
the 10Th. For sbamei Get up and 20 On
with your work.
IT'S intolerab.e, / 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. IL has forced me to
work 80 abominably hard lately that I'm
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 IL"
"Well. it must be rather awful" John
son admitted after "A furtive glance up
through the SIX light 10 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.
"Awfuli Awful isn't the word-itis SIM
ply maddening. Another week Of 1t will
infallibly land me in an asylum" declared
Jones.
And l." said Brown, "am developing
misanthropical and homicidal tendencies
go out of my way to kick Horace; my fin
gers itch for "a knife every time / come near
q lay figure. fear there will be bloodshed
before long"
HAP exclaimed Bronson II have an
idea"
Bronson has an idea" said Jones.
This is indeed memorable OCCASION"
said Brown.
| Listen" said Bronson, this neigbbor
| of yours annoys you; you wish to get rid
| OF her Well, my idea is this: Brown Is to
follow the promptings of his heart. Let
| him do 1t by all means"
| "Do whaty" asked Brown. "In the name
| Of goodness, do whaty"
| "What | say. Murder the lay figure
with any amount Of picturesque detail,
and let ber-Mrs. What at's-hername-see
you do it, Do you grasp my meaningf'
| Bronson said Brown with enthusiasm.
you are a geniusl~-or rather, since l went
halves, we are pair Of geniuses. The
thing shall be accomplished. With mine
own hand will do the CORY deed"
On the following afternoon the worthy
Mrs SIMPSON sat placidiy knitting at her
window. At first the two studios were
empty.
But about $3.50 Mrs. SIMPSONS interest
| was excited and her nerves startled by the
sudden flinging open of Browns door and
the entry of Brown himself in q state OF
violent agitation.
He had letter In his hand, and he begar
pacing up and down the studio, alterna nately
referring To the letter and pressing his hand
wildly to his brow.
Taen he cried aloud In frenzied accents
| She heard him distinctly, for it was ho
day and the windows were open.
"Hal Am betrayeds Is she then false
Desperationl But / will be r-revenged!'
| were his words.
And he seized large cavalry pistol which
| huiG with otner properties on the wal
and rushed out of the room.
J Almost Immediately shot was heard
followed by a series of shrieks and screams
These slowly died away, aud then for
moment there was silence, which was agair
; broken by hammering at the studio door
1t was burst open, and three men-Jones
johnson and Bronson, Ia fact-rushed int
, the room and appeared to search for some
body. They went out again. but soon 70
appeared in company with Brown and
something on a shutter.
The something was Il g body Of woman
clad in white, with white cloth over be-
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 a few minutes there came a violent
, knocking at the street door.
open In the queens name. Open a
once, or I'll break the door downp'
} Brown opened. On the doorstep stoot
an inspector, two constables, Mrs Sympsor
and as many Of the miscellaneous popu lac
as could find footing
That's the mani" shrieked Mrs. Symp
son. That's the murderer Handcuff him
inspector, before he kills anybody else"
. Brown and Jones now smoke their pipe
and read their novels In undisturbed seren
ity Mrs. SIMPSON has left her window sc
verely alone ever since and 10 not likely Z.
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