The Montana plaindealer. [volume] (Helena, Mont.) 1906-1911, 1908-06-26

cage. There was two passengers left
in the car, and we all heard the
sound when it-that is, when he struck
the bottom. Oh, yes, he fell all the
way, but that isn't what | started to
tell either.
1t was about a week after the acct
dent when she came back. You may
be sure / noticed her. She was dres-
sed as usual in a kind of gray skirt
with a beaver sack, a dressy little hat
and a veil pushed back and showing
her big gray eyes. She didn't say a
word just walked into the elevator and
stood still. She didn't have to tell
me where to stop. | swung the lever
and opened the door at the tenth floor
and let her out. She never so much
as looked at me, and | was glad of it,
Tor though | knew it wasn't my fault,
| felt terrible about the accident. |
caught her the next day at about the
same time, and for four or five days
afterward without my noticing any
thing queer. Then l happened to
strike the tenth floor with only one
other passenger besides her. | stop
ped, let her out and started for the
top when the guy in the car says,
What did you stop at ten for?'
" TO let that lady out, of course
says L.
What lady? says he, looking at me
kind of funny
That lady with the fur jacket.
"'Ah, get out, he says, they wasn't
nobody in the car but you and me-
Then continued the elevator boy,
u began to get leery of the woman
with hte fur jacket. | noticed that
she went up in my car every day, but
never came down in it. You know
how men rubber at a woman in an
elevator? Well, | began to notice that
nobody ever rubbered at her, and she
was a swell dresser and as pretty as
a peach. For two weeks or maybe
three, she kept going up in my car
at the same hour every day, just about
the same time of day when the acct
dent happened. | got to wondering
when she left and what was her bust
ness on the tenth floor, so | began to
hang around the dispatcher and ask
the other fellows if they knew her.
| described her as near as | could, but
nobody seemed to notice her but me.
The man that got killed off my car
was named Whitefield-Horace J.
Whitefield-and, remembering that he
had been blind, | got to figuring out
what his business had been on the
tenth floor. There was two oculists
on that floor, it was the busiest floor
in the house, so, being worried about
the woman, | took a day off and spent
it finding out. Finally the office boy
in DR.. Williams office put me next to
the fact that Whitfield had been a
patient of his boss.
Was Whitfeld's wife in to-day
I asked the kid.
Nope says he, amt been in since
the accident
what kind of a looking woman is
she?' l says.
"'Toppy little woman, wit a fur
coat seys he, but | amt seer her
sence tn day her husband fell down
tn elevator shaft
81 queered myself that day asking
questions about Mrs. Whitfield, but
| didn't get any satisfaction, so the
next day | was back at work, wonder
ing if she'd show up again. Sure
enough about the same time-it was
about , in the afternoon-she comes
along quiet and modest as ever and
gets into my car. | stopped at ten,
and she got out, but when she was
gone and | had started the car look
ed around and noticed some of the
passengers snickering. | think it was
the next day that | got into a kind OF