The Scranton tribune. [volume] (Scranton, Pa.) 1891-1910, 1896-02-20

berry. NJ. Herni allowed me to appro-
PIRATE his brothers album: this ! send
To you. Notice the girl in the Gains
boro' nat; You will see her repeated IN
many styles. l fancy she is an Eng
lishwoinan. Is she Miss NJ. NJ. -
No, certainly not; she was to fair
too slight. too arch. John Hridgei
looked at her again and,again, for his
! professional acumen detected that this
girl had entered largely into NJ. d'Him-
bus 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 polar win
dow that tanks the rectory field gate
evidently flung there by some person
entering the grounds that way. Sworn
to by Susan Jones as being the dagger
formerly in the possession of Marjorie
Crawford Marchden."
So spoke the constable In his most
| professional manner and voice.
shall l arrest Miss Marchden. sir?''
he continued, as Boss Tee stood silent
| ly regarding the weapon. ITS clear
circumstantial evidence, sir"
| Have you seen herr"
"l've confronted her with the dagger,
| but all she says is. L didn't put it on
! as a bell" the Oldby policeman was
| noted for the vagueness of his SMILES.
1.-The motive2" inquired Mr.. Bridger,
looking up suddenly.
The motive will ooze out at the trial.
sir. Motives are like rats in Il hole:
they flashes out when you least expect
'em. Shall l get warrant for her ar
rest?"
Wait. l will see her myself. Come
to me later"
''The flight up stairs-the dagger,
the jet beads-the evident bearing of
painful secret" murmured John
Bridger; clear circumstantial evidence,
truly! The bench would bring in a
verdict of guilty at once; and yet. |
don't believe Miss Marchden did it.
That girl in the Gainsboro' is at the
bottom of it. or I'm not Boss Tee.
Question isis she i'm or near Oldby?
Hayes, I'll see the rectors wife: she
may throw some light on the Gains
bros whereabouts"
"Yes. Mrs. Guyhirn's at home" an
swered the rectory maid. ushering Mr..
Bridger into the morning room.
Mrs Guyhirn was seated on low
chair. her youngest child Graded on her
lap; another was at her feet, folding
kindergarten papers.
An admiral butterfly sailed into the
room the second child darted after 1t
with a whoop. Mrs. Guyhirn laughed
at his vain efforts, and as the light of
laughter rose to her eyes Boss Tee
started.
81 wish to speak with you about this
unfortunate affair: perhaps madam, as
the intimate friend Of Miss Marchden.
you may help me little. But l find
have left a paper ! require in my room.
VIII you excuse me one moment! l
will fetch it. and return"
Certainly" replied Mrs. Guyhirn.
still watching the butterfly hunt.
He" said John Bridger. slapping
one knee "Ha." slapping the other
mo doubt as to motive now. A clever
woman is my Bertrade. At last thia
case interests met reaches beyond
Oldby"
Arrived at the doctors. he took out
NJ. d'Himbu's album, and turned to
1.-The girl in the Gainsbro' nat
.Tamed-wr wrecked" he calculated.
"Eenus turned Madonna. but l Know
Tn not mistaken"
Slipping the photograph out OF the
album, he retraced his steps.
rs Mrs. Guyhirn still in the morn
ing rOom"'
Yes, sir"
Mrs. Guyhirn had dismissed her chill
dren, and was apparently awaiting Mr.
Bridger's return.
Madam" he inquired. closing the
door, and drawing the portrait from his
pocket. do you know this?
Half an hour later he hastily entered
DR.. Settles surgery.
"Doctor.y wanted at the rect0ry.
Rush of blood to the head, caused by
shock" Then he added. after pause:
And pray to God that for once your
remedies may fail"
II may tell the whole story to you
too" Bos Tee said that evening. as he
sat in the clematis hung arbor with the
doctor and the policeman. ITS a
pathetic bit of fe-history-besides. it's
interesting to us"-looking with a
frown on the policeman-''because it
shows how one ought to shy at mere
circumstantial evidence. Motive tee
hasn't a leg to stand on"
Boss Tee knocked the ashes out of his
pipe and began as though he were read
ing from book:
Twelve years ago n retired colonel
haunted Monte Carlo. He was q Wild
over. and he and his daughter lived u
happy lucky Bohemian life.
she was pretty in Il certain way
petite and fair. and with sparkle
gained from II Corsican grandmother.
She had always a small court. COM
posed of men OF mixed natiOnalities,
and when her father had a run of luck
she bought new frocks and gave pie
mics. One of her most persistent ad-
mirers was NJ. d'Iiimbu. but she cared
little for him. One evening the colonel
forsOok the tables for baccarat: he lost
two thousand to NJ. d'Iiimbu. and still
the mad frenzy of play was upon him.
IL have nothing left to stake he
lamented.
Yes whispered NJ. d'Himbu: the
highest stake of all-your daughter
When the lust of play cooled, the
colonel knew what he had done.
Next morning his daughter found
him on the shore, his right hand grasp
ing pistol, the wound in his temple
laved by the calm waves of the Medi-
terranean.
Revenge was the emotion that
swayed her as she stood over her
fathers dead body. You will remember
! told you that Corsican blood ran in
her veins and that th, vepIatta had