Custer weekly chronicle. [volume] (Custer City, S.D.) 1890-1931, 1900-08-18
NIX.

Michael Mccartney was n man OF
deeds as well as words-when the
danger of doing was not conspicuous
ly great-and had not vowed revenge
upon Mr.. Willmarth without meaning
90 strive for it,.
"I1l make it cost him 81, 900 more
Tor every day he keeps away from
me," he swore, IAN maybe if he gets
me mad I'll go over to the other side,
In what will he do then? Anal"
But he would give fair warming
where it was his interest to do so.
Hence 1t was that at an early hour in
the morning of the lay succeeding the
murder his granddaughter Kitty
made her appearance before the late
Mr.. Willmarth's residence as bearer of
a message to him who had SO sudden
ly 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 ommon to a
large class of street loungers and a
policeman standing at the foot OF the
steps, swinging his club. No suspicion
OF what had occurred entered her
mind. Newspapers were not read in
hCl IouSNs IhCIl oIll use lltIC NdS
to wrap something in or to light a
fire. So she stared with wonder at the
gaping moi and felt impelled 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.
II dunno whether yare or not. What
do you want?"
1--WE a letter for Mr.. Willmarth,
sir" she replied Aesitatingly, showing
it in her hand.
The man stared at 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 a new surprise
by swinging open as she reached it
before she had time to touch the bell,
and as she stepped inside quickly clos
ing behind her. A policeman in uni
form, a ward detective in plain clothes
and the captain of the precinct-a
p%retentious 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.
Nov, then, what do you want
here?" demanded the captain.
IF you please, sir, | don't want any
thing"
Then what are 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.
II 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"
IL 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
" peering out through the tinted