Waterbury Democrat., 1902-02-21

prints on the ground beneath the window. The ground was soft enough to reveal an impression. Very close 5 examination disclosed peculiar im- print with a cut across. An inspira- ton dawned on me-the overshoes. From these links, how should form a chain? First. the handkerchief, and went to Whitton's, the druggist. He ransacked his store, but could not find me scent like it. l shot an arr | row at a venture.
 "'You sold some to Miss Harvey, think?'
 Oh, yes; know now. I got that especially for her. I am sorry l have none left
 q reeled out of the shop. I was on the track. B. FL were Bertha Har- vey's initials; this was her handker- chief. I went straight to her home. During my stay I pretended to have lost my handkerchief. She lent me the exact counterpart of the one I had found, save it was marked No. F. twitted her that 1 knew she was in the habit of lending her handker- chiefs to gentlemen. She laughed and
 
 fession. She had never lent but one, and she told me to whom. I involun- tarily jumped from my chair, but had enough self-control to recover my self, pretending had assumed aston ishment.
 "Now I had almost run down my game. How should I get into his house? Providence aided me. You are an elderly man, and have known me from infancy, so lean speak freely to you, Mir. Dickins son. At one time he paid me such attention that I had to ignore him. knew his land1ady we'll regular old gossip. My plan was formed immediately: Entice him with softest words and all your resources of fascination; from him and the old woman you will glean the evidence you seek.
 ''I succeeded beyond my widest hopes. need not weary you with de- tails. By dint of coaxing and presents I induced the old dame to let me do as I pleased. Then I made her my confi- dante. I wanted to make her boarder pair of slippers without his knowl- edge. She offered me a pair to meas ure. No; I knew he had an old pair of overshoes somewhere. Could I have them for day or two? We searched together. Buried in corner of the wardrobe we found pair. l turned them up; there was cut across the sole of the left foot. I trembled so violently nearly let them fall. Itook them to poor Mir. Meyrick's house; they fitted the footprints exactly.
 "I have traced the suit of clothes, and can prove the purchaser and the date of purchase. But one thing re- mains undone. I swore I saw Herbert three minutes after the murder close to the back of the house. As Herbert is dark, and the culprit is light, he must have disguised himself. which proves design. A local hairdresser says he lent the same man some wigs, whiskers, etc, for private theatricals. Certainly no private theatricals have taken place, while he had them before and returned them after the date of the murder, so they were in his pos session then. Concerning the deed it. self, you know Herbert swore he left his revolver with MT. Meyrick an hour before"
 eYou astound me-" said the old law yer. GA girl like you with such astute- ness! It passes my comprehension"
 "Don't you think there are good grounds for arrest?'
 "Certainly. Who is he?"
 "Mr. Vernon Stanton, clerk in Halliwell's dry goods store!"
 Mir. Dickinson fairly leaped from his chair with an irreverent expression of surprise. It took him some little time to subside into his usual calm.
 Then he sent for the captain of po- lice, put ting all details into his posses sion. Two hours after the officer re- turned to MT. Dickinson's office with a somewhat gloomy face.
 "It is al! over, MT. DiclSinson.'
 ssWhati has he confessed ?'
 "Yes, in words and action. Twas go- ing up to MT. Stanton's rooms, when I saw him coming. He was in a great hurry, carrying a travelling bag. This. with his face. made me think he knew we were after him. Miss Dalton was very smart; but she should have con suited us before she took those over- shoes. Women are so impulsive. We'll I followed him. As expected, he went to the railroad station. touched him. and advised him not to buy a ticket, as he would waste his money. He turned paler than Hamlet's ghost.
 Heaven help me. was mad! It was all for her. he said in quavering voice Please do not handcuff me- he implored
 "'Very well, Mir. Stanton I replied.
 s'Just then the shriek of an express whistle made me start. He dropped his bag and rushed across the platform. He won the race-I lost a prisoner. He jumped clean onto the buffers, which hurled him off like football, over and over. His body is lying at the police station now"
 Every cloud has its silver lining. The sunshine of this story is seen in two faces which reflect the joy of love united, so nearly destroyed by shame and death.--N. Y. Weekly.
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