The Minneapolis journal. [volume] (Minneapolis, Minn.) 1888-1939, 1903-06-25
THE FILIGREE BALL.
Being Full and True Account of the Solution Of
the Mystery Concerning the Jeffrey-Moore Affair.
By ANNA KATHERINE GREEN.
Author Of aThe Leavenworth Case The p Co

trophe which attended her wedding? DID
her mind seem to run on that?"
necessarily at first; but afterward not
80 much think Mr.. Jeffrey frowned on
that subject
did he ever frown on her?"
mo, sir-not-not when they were
alone or with no one by but me. He
seemed to love her then very much.''
What do you mean by that, Loretta;
that he lost patience with her when other
people were present-Miss Tuttle, for In
stance?"
Eyes, sir. He used to change very
much when-when-when Miss Tuttle
came into the ROOM
Change toward his wife,"
eyes, sir.''
Howl"
'He grew more distant, much more dis
tant; got up quite fretfully from his seat,
if he were sitting beside her, and took
up some book or paper"
and Miss Tuttle?"
'She never seemed to notice, but"
But
'She did not come in very often after
this had happened once or twice; mean
into the room upstairs where they used
to SIT
Loretta, regret to put this question,
but after your replies owe it to the jury,
If not to the parties themselves, to make
Miss Tuttle's position in this household
thoroly understood. Do you think she was
welcome visitor In this house?'
The girl pursed up her lips, glanced at
the lady and gentleman whose feelings she
was supposed to pass comment on, and
seemed to lose heart Then, as they
failed to respond to her look of appeal,
she strove to get the better Of her sense
Of shame and, with somewhat injured
air, replied:
Il can only repeat what once heard
said about this Mr.. Jeffrey himself.
Miss Tuttle had just left the dining
room, and Mrs. Jeffrey was standing in
one of her black moods, with her hand on
top of her chair, ready to go but forget
ting to do so. was there, but neither Of
them noticed me; he was staring at her,
and she was looking down. Neither
seemed at ease. Suddenly he spoke and
asked, Why must Cora remain with us?'
She started, and her look grew strange
and frightened. Because want her to-
she cried. I can not live without Cora :"
These words, so different from what we
were expecting, caused a sensation In the
room and consequently stir. AS the
noise of shifting feet and moving heads
began to be headed in all directions, Miss
Tuttle's head dropped little, but Fran
els Jeffrey did not betray any sign Of
feeling or even Of attention. The coroner
embarrassed, perhaps, by this exhibition
of silent misery so near him, hes1tated a
little before he put his next question. Lo-
retta, on the contrary, had gathered
courage with every word she spoke, and
now looked ready for anything.
ut was Mrs. Jeffrey, then, who chung
most determinedly to her sister," the
coroner finally suggested.
Il have told you what she said.'
"Yet these sisters spent but little time
together?" s
Every little; as little as two persons
could who lived together in one house,
This statement, which seemed such a
contradiction to her former ono, increased
the interest; and much disappoinm
was covertly shown when the coroner
veered off from this topic and brusquely
inquired:
Did you ever know Mr.. and Mrs. Jeff
rey to have any open rupture?"
The answer was decided one.
Eyes. On Tuesday morning preceding
her death they had a long and angry talk
in their own room, after which Mrs. jeff
rey made no further effort to conceal her
! wretchedness. Indeed, one may say she
began to die from that hour
Mrs. Jeffrey's death had occurred on
| Wednesday evening.
Let us hear what you have to say
| about this quarrel and what happened
! after it..
| The girl, with a renewed flush, cast q
deprecatory look at the mass of faces be-
fore her, and, meeting on all sides but one
look of intense and growing interest, drew
up her neat figure with a relieved air and
began a story which I will proceed tic
transcribe for you in the fewest possible
| words.
| To be continued tomorrow. 4s