The daily morning journal and courier., 1895-04-10

ways seems invisible
 Mrs Guyhirn? We'll I hardly know She wears her hair parted down the middle, and buys her next summer clothes at the autumn salesi at least, so-so MissMarchden says, But believe she's a good mother and good parish worker"
 The mornings post brought the hoped for light. From Brussels there was a brief note:
 "The school is near the Pare Leopold very quiet and wel1-conducted. Miss M. was liked by all there Is no esca- pade of hers to record-her hobby was painting"
 From Paris the nissive was bulkter:
 I'M. d'Himbu seems to have been sim ply a fianeur, whose sole aim was to be tres chic. His brother cannot account for the murder: says Alphonse was not a man to quarrel, and thinks the motive must have been highway robbery M. Henri allowed me to appropriate his brothers album; this l send to you. Notice the girl in the Grainbro' hat; you will see her repeated in many styles. [ fancy she is an Englishwo- man. Is she Miss M. M.?"
 No, certainly not; she was too fair, too slight, too arch. John Bridger look ed at her again and again, for his pro- fessional acumen detected that this girl had entered largely into M. d'Himbu's life.
 "The policeman" said Mrs. Green, in- terrupting his study of the album.
 Boss Tee turned, to see in the mans hand foreign dagger, half covered by congealed blood.
 Found on the top of the pollard will low that Hanks the rectory field gate evidently flung there by some person entering the rectory field grounds that way Sworn to by Susan Jones as be- ing the dagger formerly in the possess sion of Marjorie Crawford Marchden."
 So spoke the constable In his most manner and voice.
 Shall arrest Miss Marchden, sir?" he continued, as Boss Tee stood silent ly regarding the weapon. Its clear circumstantial evidence, sir"
 Have you seen herr"
 I've confronted her with the dag ger, but all she says is, I didn't put 1t on the pollard'-otherwise, she's as dumb as a belP'; the Oldby policeman was noted for the vagueness of his sim lies,
 '"The motive?" inquired MT. Bridger, looking up suddenly.
 "The motive will ooze out at the trial sir. Motives are like rats in a hole; they flash out when you least expect em. Shall I get a warrant for her ar rest?"
 Wait. I will see her myself, Come to me later"
 "The flight up stairs-the dagger-the let beads-the evident bearing of pain ful secret" murmured John Brfdger; 'clear ciroumstantial evidence, truly! The bench would bring In verdict of guilty at once; and yet don't believe Miss Marchden did 1t! That girl in the 1alnsbro' Is at the bottom of 1t, or I'm not Boss Tee. Question is--is she in or near Oldby? Hayes, I'll see the rec tor's wife; she may throw some light ,n the Gainsbro's whereabouts"
 Yes, Mrs. Guyhirn's at home" an- y IT. Bridger into the morning room.
 Mrs. Guyhirn wesl seated on a low chair, her youngest child cradled on Ter lap; another was at her feet folding papers.
 An admiral butterfly sailed Into the 'oom; the second child darted after it With whoop. Mrs, Guyhlrn laughed It its vain efforts, and as the light of auRhter rose to her eyes Boss Tee started
 T wish to speak with you about this unfortunate affair; perhaps, madam, as he intimate friend of Miss Marchden. ,ou may help me a little. But I find I | rave left a paper require in my room VIII you excuse me one moment? will etch 1t, and return"
 Certainly, replied Mrs. Guyhirn, till watching the butterfly hunt. "Hep said John Bridger, skipping me knee. "Har' skipping the other. No doubt as to motive now. A clever woman is my Bertrade. At last this | ase interests melt reaches beyond | oldby," Arrived at the doctors, he took out | h' U LIliIlDu dlDuIIl, anu LuTHeQ CO the | -irl in the Gainsbro' hat"
 Tanned he calculated. | Venus turned Madonna, but I know | m not mistaken"
 Slipping the photograph out of the lbum he retraced his steps.
 ''Is Mrs Guyhirn still in the morning om?"
 ,"Yes, sir"
 Mrs. Guyhirn had dismissed her chill ren, and was apparently awaiting MT, Sridgers return.
 Madam" he Inquired, closing the GOT, and drawing the portrait from his ocket, "do you know this?"
 Half an hour later he hastily entered )r. Settles surgery.
 Doctor, you're wanted at the rectory .uch of blood to the head, caused by a hock." Then he added, after a pause: And pray to God that for once your amedles may fail.
 "I may tell the whole story to you yo," Boss 'Tec said that evening as e sat in the clematis-hung arbor with le doctor and the policeman. "It's athletic bit of life hlstory-besides, it's to us"-looking with frown n the policefnan-"because 1t shows ows one ought to shy at mere circum- .antial evidence Motives the thing ithout motive tee hasn't leg to and on,"
 Boss Tee knocked the ashes out of