Evening times-Republican. [volume] (Marshalltown, Iowa) 1890-1923, 1904-05-14

She had probably felt this question
began to speak, but ever since the evi-
dence ELECTED from Loretta proved that
her visit to this drawer had been Sc
cretly observed Yet she had no an
swer ready.
81 did not go for the pistol she
finally declared But she did not say
what she had gone for and the coroner
did not press her.
You had another errand In that
room?'
She let her head droop just a trifle.
"Alas" she murmured.
"You went to the bookshelves and
| took out book with peculiar cover.
cover which Mr. Jeffrey has already
recognized as that of the book iii
which he found certain note"
You have said It." she faltered.
Ibid you take such book out?"
81 did"
For what purpose, Miss Tuttle?'
| She had meant to answer quickly.
| but some consideration made her hest
/, tate and the words were long in con-
| ing. When she did speak 1t was to
! say:
"My sister asked another favor Of me
after | had tied the ribbon. Pausing
in her passage to the door, she inform
ed me in tone quite IN keeping with
her whole manner, that she had left a
note for her husband in the book they
were reading together. Her reason for
doing this. she said, was the very
natural one of wishing him to come
upon it by chance. but as she had
placed it in the front Of the book, In
stead OF In the back where they were
reading, she was afraid that he would
fail to find 1t. Would be so good as
to take i. out for her and insert it
again somewhere near the end? She
was In a hurry or she would return
and do it herself AS she and Mr..
Jeffrey had parted in anger, hailed
with joy this evidence Of her desire
for reconciliation, and it was in
obedience to her request, the singular
ity Of which did not strike me as
forcibly then as now, that l went to
the shelves in her room and took down
the book
'And did you find the note where
she said?'
yes, and put it in toward the end
i Of the story"
Nothing more? Did you read the
noteY
1T was folded" was Miss Tuttle's
quiet answer.
You did not remain before these
bookshelves long?" observed the cor
oner.
You have witness who knows
more about that than do" she sug-
gested, and, doubtless aware of the
temerity of this reply, waited with un-
moved countenance, but with a visibly
bounding breast, for what would
doubtless prove fresh attack.
1t was violent one and Of char
acter she was least fitted to meet. TAX
ing up the box I have SO often men
toned, the coroner drew away the
ribbon lying on top and disclosed the
pistol. In q moment her hands were
over her ears.
why do you do that?" he asked.
did You think I was going to dis
charge it?''
She smiled pitifully as she let her
hands fall again.
II have q dread Of firearms" she ex-
planned Il always have had. Now
they are simply terrible to me, and this
one
II understand said the coroner,
with slight glance in the direction OF
Durbin. They had evidently planned
this test together on the strength of
an idea suggested to Durbin by her for
mer action when the memory OF this
shot was recalled to her.
"Your horror seems to lie In the d.
rection of the noise they make con-
tinued her inexorable interlocutor.
Zone would say you had heard this
pistol discharged"
Instantly complete breaking up OF
her hitherto well maintained compo-
sure altered her whole aspect, and she
vehemently cried:
II did, I did. / was on Waverley
avenue that night, and l heard the shot
which in all probability ended my Sis
ter's life. I walked farther than | in
tended. l strolled into the street which
had such bitter memories for US, and
heard-no, l was not in search OF my
sister. had not associated my sisters
going out with any intention of visit
ing this house. was merely troubled
in mind and anxious and-and'-
land SO under a. similar impulse you,
as well as Mr.. Jeffrey, chose this I'M
canny place to ramble in. To all APP
pearance that old hearth acted much
more like loadstone upon members
of your family than you We're willing
at one time to acknowledge"
'You say 'ramble through Do You
for a moment think that l entered that
old houseY'
Miss futile" was the grave, almost
sad, reply. did you not know that in
some earth, dropped from flowerpot
overturned at the time when hundred
guests few in terror from this house,
there is to be seen the mark of foot
step-a footstep which you are at lib
erty to measure with your ownY
"Ah! she murmured, her hands go
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