The Salt Lake tribune. [volume] (Salt Lake City, Utah) 1890-current, 1910-11-20

! Dawhsh proposed again and WAS az.
cepted the wedding being set for the
ensuing autumn; this time the ceremony
was TO be very quIet--a house wedding
at 'FThe Larches.' the Williston place
at Great Neck, some ten miles from the
Dawlish estate at Locust Valley, and
within easy reach by motor.
So much OF the story Finney Yalen"
tine recalled during the tedious Jogging
of the train On his way TO obey the
urgent sommons of Steve Dawlish. From
what the exlnspector could gather
from the young man 8 agtated message
it looked as though tragedy threat
ened once more TO mar the life of Grace
Williston-for she had resumed her
maiden name on the death Of Bill Dab
pcv.
But was he dead, after all. Dawlish
had distinctly mentioned the flrs5
husband, then ''bIac kmaiI, ana
"iust killed man, - Such piquant sen
tences were enough to scorch the wires;
| However, speculation was useless until
all the facts were on tap.
I Ten mjnutets over the hard North
Shore roads brought Fjnney Valentine
and stephen Daw]ish face to face IN
the snug library Of HThe Boulders.
! Steve was pale, nervous and on edge
with excitement, pacing restlessly up
and down the long low -ceilcd room
- iT91. luOuSHG Dou " h''Si So
here!'' exclaimed Dawlish.
"Sit down, man, and get a grip on
vourseIf' - commanded Valentine,
"Things may not be as bad as you I'M
7ssBad! Imagine" almost shouted
the other. "They couldn t be worse
Not that ] regret putting that dirty
dog out Of business; but Just see the
hole il puts ne in. ] IN engaged to be
married in three days from now, Sud
denly that hound, her husband, re
member, whom everyone supposed 10 be
dead turns up and threatens to stop
the proceedings--as Of course he couldl
SO 10 sudden passion and disgust L kill
him. ,Justitiable. you say. yes, but
where does that lenve meg Would any
woman marry the SLAYER of her hus.
band, no matater how big Villain nc
VAST
By the end of this incohcrcnt TRADE
> stephen Dawlish was on his feet once
more, pacing up and down the wide rug
in front Of the driftwood fire.
" How did it happcn9, qneried Val,
cntiue. "If ! am to help you must
have the facts as they occurred. and
without any MYSTERIES, mind you
This little bit Of sarcasm calmed the
sneaker; he poured himself stiff drink
of Scotch and soda, and went on more
conncctedly;
81 was due at The Larcbcs for din
! ner with quite party. and drove over
in the car by myself AT the front
: steps ono Of Williston Is men took the
4 motor round to the garage lit a
ciparette, being early-nbout seven
thirt.-and stood on the gravel drive
n admiring the night.
n N'Thcre s wide sweep Of lawn and
i ornamental sl,rubbery in front Of th'
house, and while ] stood there big
swcater-clad figure wearing cloth caI
came mrchine toward mo from behinc
ono of the tree clumps. As he crossed
y the drive I got good look at hiU
ii bv the lights from the windows al mJ
back. He came right close and said:
/" Guess YOU re the man ] I'M looking
for-Mr Stephen Dawhsh2' There wa:
X q nasty sneer in his voice which didn
n like. hut ] kept nv temper and said:
n :" fThnt 3 my name What yours
d and what's your business with mt
n here?'
Y "Thc fellow laughed like 81 fond AM
H almost pushed his face into mine,
SO lust two words 10 answer tw'
y ruuestions, he growed. Bill Dabnoy'