The Seattle post-intelligencer. [volume] (Seattle, Wash. Terr. [Wash.]) 1888-1914, 1895-11-10

Minnie. whose grief and anxiety were
piteous 20 see.
Robert started forward in a great rage.
How dare you say that How dare you
saw didn't make her happvs Why. every
BODY knows / worship the ground she
treads on
As he came round the table toward her
Minnie moved away in the opposite direc-
ton: and in so doing she suddenly came
in sight Of the sleeping man on the sofa.
who remained entirely undisturbed by the
noise they made. She stopped short with
a cry.
what have YOU done 70 hlm?' she cried
IN an aweStruck whisper.
And she came nearer and looked into the
sergeant's face.
.'Donei Nothingi Bless the girl, She's
going crazy, l believe" muttered Bob, as
he went round TO her. and Selling her
roughly by the arm. dragged her round 70
the door. ''You can ask him yourself in
the morning. when he's sober, unless he
takes himself eft before you're mp,
ashamed Of himself Go along with you.
A nice talking TO your mother would give
Won, if she knew you went marching about
the house. spying into the rooms. at this
time Of night. Do Won think that's proper
behavior for a girl staying al an inng"
But the girl. though she flushed a little
under his harsh words. was too much dis
tuTbed, too much distressed. to be deeply
moved by them. Ned, how ever. was reused
TO anger by this treatment of the pretty
young girl. whose fears, fanciful though
they might he. We're born Of her love Tor
her sister. He demonstrated with France,
and did his best TO comfort poor Minnie.
who, however, went quietly away down
the corridor 10 her room with the tears
still running down her cheeks.
France lit a candle for Ned. and spoke
ALPHABETICALLY about his own behavior
But wasn't il enough to make a man
mad, now, TO hear her talking as If I didn't
care for my wife, said he. as they went
along the corridor together why. I'm
that fond of my old woman, though we 40
have a few words sometimes. like most
married folks. I'd go through fire and
water to hunt down any rascal that would
do her harmv'
''Why. you don't surely think"
'Oh. no. She's at her sunt's safe enough.
But If she doesn't come back the first thing
tomorrow morning, / shall just let things
here slide and so and fetch her"
As they parted for the night and Ned
went into his room he heard poor little
Minnies sobs through the door of her
room. which she had left aiar.
Ned Fothergill went to bed rather dis
turbed by the occurrences of the evening.
Although he was inclined to think the
husbands explanation Of his wife's alb
sence the most plausible one. he had yet
been Suffctently infected by pretty Min
MES fears to feel rather uneasy about the
attractive hostess of the Griffin. re had
seen enough Of Bob's jealousy. of his wife's
coquetry. OF the sergeants evident ad-
miration, TO feel doubtful whether there
were not more in this disappearance of
the lady than met the eye.
And he was turning the matter over and
over in his mind when he fell asleep.
He was aroused. he hardly knew by
what, when the early rays of dawn were
creeping through the curtains of his room.
Springing out Of bed in an Undesirable
fright. he heard a shout. which rang
through the house. followed quickly by
another and then another.
Help cried the voice. a mans voice.
Help! Murder! Oh. my God, it's muir
der"
There was a noise. as of a heavy weight
crashing down on the floor. And then
there was dead silence.