The citizen. (Frederick City, Md.) 1895-1923, 1896-04-17
A SUBURBAN MYSTERY.

last chapter which Is to set at rest al!
speculation.
For more than two years the resi-
dents of Morton's Grove have been
guessing at the cause Of the tracks.
and if they have nos guessed correctly
ii is no discredit to them.
II was two years ago this last febru-
a1y. and Oh certain evening toward
the end Of the month that a moist snow
OF big, lazy fakes began 10 fail upon the
suburb of Morton's Grove.
There was hardly a breath of wind,
and the snow sifted itself evenly and
cIung wherever il touched.
There were but few trees in Morton's
Grove. In the christening Of the sub
urb the real estate Napoleon had an
ticipated that period when all the shrubs
and switches would have their growth
Therefore the snow did not lose itself
ia tangled boughs. but settled peace
fully on broad levels of lawn and steep
pitches of roof. Except where wall
or fence stood bolt upright there was
an unbrolsen mantle OF white. Even
every picket wore plume and every
fcnce-board ruff.
The snowfall eased at II o'clock, and
by that time Morton's Grove was al
most hushed for the night. The big
wooden houses stood spaciously apart
and were darker and more fantastic
than ever against the white. One by
one the windows winked themselves to
darkness. and several hundred nice PEG
pie slept, not realizing that mystery
was upon them.
If reports be true, the second Miss
Eaton was the first to see the foot
prints.
She arose very early in the morning
TO reassure herself that the geraniums
were far enough removed from the win
dow and stiIl not too near the base
burner. She walked to the window and
looked across the snow at the dull.
sealed houses across the way and the
wiry bushes frozen in the front yard.
1t was the gray Of the dawn. and the
shapes outside were not distinct. but
when her eyes fell to the foreground she
saw enough. First she staredin puzzled
surprises and then she moaned and ran
to the stove to warm herself. still gaz-
i:ig at the window.
No wonder. indeed This is what she
had seen:
Huge footprints. marking the course
of man, undoubtedly, who had come
from the street to the very window
at which she had been standing. That
was not the worst Of it. The footprints
led from the street to the window but
there were no footprints from the win
dow to the street.
What did that mean?
1t meant that the man had come to
the window but had not gone away.
He had come through the window into
the house! He was in the house at that
moment!
There was a pit-a-pat of slippered
feet on the stairway, and the second
Miss Eaton gave gasp and discon-
nected account of her discovery to the
first Miss Eaton, who was still in bed.
The first Miss Eaton couldn't under
stand what was meant, but she became
convulsed with fright. merely through
sympathy.
Christine, the Swedish girl employed
as Inan-of-all-work for the maiden la
dies, heard the noise and came TO the
rescue. She vigorously clad herself
and went through the house from end
TO end, lifting every coverlet behind
which man or boy might have concealed
himself.
There was no man in the house and
there was no sign that any man had
been there during the night, although
Miss Eaton discovered, to her horror,
that the snow on the window sill had
been disturbed as if by man crawling
in at the window.
''What large tracks," shivered the first
Miss Eaton as she surveyed the hideous
trail across the front yard. Obi"
The tracks were rather large for a
fact. A foot that measures IS inches
from heel to toe goes above any known
average and is supposed to belong only
in burlesque literature.
Tut these were real tracks.
The Eaton sisters, or the Eaton
girls" as they were still termed, out of
compliment. stood together at the win
dow after breakfast. They saw Mr..
Ballard Johnson, who lived in the first
house to the east, come along the side
walk.
Occasionally he stopped and shook his
head, and then he walked on with his
eyes fixed on the snow-covered ground.
The Eaton girls rushed to the door and
the first Miss Eaton shouted: ''Oh, Mr..
johnson, have you seen those tracks,
too?"
He turned, apparently somewhat con-
fused, and replied: "Have /? Why
those tracks lead up to my front win
dow. / thought at first some one had
got into the house. Did you ever see Il
man with feet as big as these tracks?"
'No, but they're real tracks. What
can't understand is how the man ever
got away again after walking up to our
window. My. I'm so scared"
swell, I'm going to follow these
tracks and see where they go to-
The first Miss Eaton closed the door.
and Mr.. johnson continued to follow the
trail. leaning forward like an alert In
dian scout.
Mr.. johnson had not proceeded far
before he met Mr. Morton, who discov-
cred the suburb before the first house
was built.
Are you looking at these tracks 2" in
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