The National tribune., 1899-09-21


whence you took the articles named in this
schedule. It's matter of 10 years i'm
prisonment."
At this moment the rattle of ice in a
pitcher was heard in the hall, and the bell
boy knocked. [ turned the key and threw
open the door, Standing behind it. Amelia
stepped forward and took the pitcher.
Thank you," she said; that is what we
wished"
Anything further?" said the bell-boy.
Nothing, thank you," she answered,
smiling, and closed the door. Then she
dropped on the floor, hid her face in the sofa
cushions, and broke into a food of tears
HISTORY OF MIR. WRIGHT.
When came into the case 1 naturally
turned to the history of Mr. Wright. He
had gambled, with the inevitable result,
and finally lost all he had. Then came
debts and troubles. To escape them he
had gone abroad, and with the fatuous
spirit OF his class had visited Monte Carlo
and Hamburg, where he had sacrificed his
last credit at the tables. I suppose the
Wrights had a hard time abroad, because
my mother, who had kept up some gossiping
relations with the servants of the Crawford
family, told me that Amelia continually
appealed to her father and mother for aid
Sometimes both father and mother agreed
to respond-sometimes the father did it,
and sometimes the mother, but rarely
if ever did the frequent requests Of the
daughter fail Of favorable reply until
there was practically no resource.
When the robbery took place naturally
turned to look for Mr.. Wright His condi.
tion was so desperate in Europe-his drafts
were held, fought over, and paid when a
little letter came TO father and mother: his
credits In other places took the same af.
fectionate path to them. But, notwith.
standing, he was much liked. His banker
called him Bob, his restaurateur ALWAYS
Mr. Robert, or Mr.. Wright, and he paid
his bills, or did not, and he smiled and held
his own troubles within him, and he sat with
a laughing face against the world, and
women lifted their eyes to his, and he
laughed, too, until the wrong woman raised
her eyes towards his own.
do not mind drifting out of my story
Just to speak OF these things, for the strange
relations of men and women are the I'm.
solvable problems of life. Even detectives
do not know what they are Bringing tf
the study Of the question a woman's OBJ
servation, as 1 have done, 1 do not know
anything about it.
Given situation, can say, if men arc
concerned, can guess nearly accurately
what men will do but can not say in any
given case what woman will do, no,
when she has done it can l give a reason
why. / fancy that my duty as a woman
detective should he 10 understand things
like these, to weigh impulses, and under.
stand their origin-to be able to say this
woman is a good woman for this reason or
. bad woman for that cause, but I am
not able to do So
A woman falls in love and becomes an
emotional incomprehensibility. She pro.
fesses to be in love, and is at once moral
responsibility. Now, fell in love with
Charlie. He is a stupid, vain, honest
foolish fellow, and if could have con,
tempt for mans brains, i should despise
his and laugh at him. But Il do not.
He Is 80 good, 80 foolish and simple. &c
persistently honest and idioiic that 1 turn
to him with faith in his manliness. That
is something he will find out some day
esad shift the firm of Jane Barnsworth
&peciai Agent. into his own, and 1 will b.