The Kimball graphic. (Kimball, Brule County, Dakota [S.D.]) 1883-1905, 1900-08-18
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Michael McCa1frey was a man OF
deeds rs well MS words-whcn the
danger Of doing was not conspicuous
ly greenland had not vowed revenge
upon Mr.. Willmarth without meaning
to strive for it.
"Tll make it cost him $1,000 more
for every day he keeps away from
me- he swore, IAN maybe if he gets
me mad I'll go over to tile other side,
an what will he do then? Aha!"
But he would give fair warning
where it was his interest to do so.
Hence it was that at an early hour in
the morning of the layssucceeding the
murder his granddaughter Kitty
made her appearance before the late
Mr.. Willmarth's residence as bearer Of
n message to him who had so sudden
Sly gone beyond the reach of all mes
sages. She was somewhat surprised
to see a number of persons on the
sidewalk staring at the house with
the morbid curiosity common to a
large class of street loungers and a
policeman standing at the foot of the
steps, swinging his club. No suspicion
Off what had occurred entered her
mind. Newspapers We're not read in
her house. Their only use there was
to wrap something in or to light a
fire. So she stared with wonder at the
gaping mob and felt impeiled by
hereditary instinct to run away at
sight of the officer. But, on second
thoughts. she was more afraid of her
fierce old grandfather than of the po-
liceman, and did not dare to fail Of
delivering his message, SO she started
to ascend the great stone steps up to
the big front door of the imposing
mansion.
Hi! Hold on there. Where are you
going?" demanded the policeman.
up the steps" ~retorted Kitty pert
ly, though inwardly quaking.
u dunno whether yarc or not. What
do you want?'
"I'ye u letter for Mr.. Willmarth,
sir" she replied hesitatingly, showing
it in her hand.
The man stan ed Mt her, reflected a
moment, and then jerking his thumb
in the direction OF the door eiacu-
lated:
She understood the order and lost
no time in obeying it.
The door gave her IL new surprise
by swinging open rs she reached it
before she had time to touch tile bell.
and as she stepped inside quickly clos
ing behind her. a policeman in uni
form, n ward detective in plain clothes
and the captain of the precinct-a
pretentious being of whose kind she
had been accustomed to stand in awe
ever since she was old enough to
know a policeman from a goat-con-
fronted and surrounded her. She
trembled.
Now. thell, what do o want
here?" demanded the captain.
If you please, sir, | don't want my
thing"
Then what nre you here for?"
'I've just brought a letter for Mr.,
Willmarth, sir. That's ALL"
This unconscious jostling of death
by life thrilled each Of the three men
and made them look at each other ST.
lently. Evidently the girl knew moth
Ing of the tragedy. The detective was
first to look for a possible advantage
in her ignorance.
Il hardly think you con see him Just
now" he said in a friendly, reassur-
Ing tone. He had a little trouble, and
is very much engaged at present.
Kitty did not know what to do.
"My grandfather" she said, "told
me to be sure to give the letter into
Mr.. Willmarth's own hand"
II will ascertain if you can see him.
offered the captain, graciously step
ping into the parlor out of sight, but
remaining near the door inside to lis
ten.
The uniformed policeman, apparent
iy peering out through the tinted
panes of glass at the side door, af-
fected to be absorbed in observation
of what was going on in the street.
Kitty was made to feel that she was
practically quite alone with the
friendly detective, whose official char
nctcr was, of course unknown to her.
He reopened the conversations:
SO the letter is from your grand
father?. he asked.
"Yes, sir. And he'll be wanting to
beat the life out of me If I don't take
him an answer back. He was tearing
mad last night with waiting up until
IL O'clock expecting Mr.. Wilimarth,
who never came, and he's like a diyil
let loose this morning, sir"
oh, that's tile way with these big