Eagle River review. [volume] (Eagle River, Wis.) 1890-1927, 1910-01-14
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of the coverIets and what lay upon
them. Her fingers had barely touched
the sheet when a noise from the far
Their corner made her turn. At sight Of
what was there Mrs. Desterle tossed
her apron over her head, and scream
ing, shTieking, bowling, ran into the
hall, tumbling down flight after flight
of stairs, to fall in a helpless, frothing
heap at the feet of her husband, gasp
ing incoherently:
Upstairs, upstairs; at once! My
God! My God"
Doherty, the block policeman, who
did extra watch duty on the Desterle
premises for the daily luncheon that
came from Annie's kitchen, had that
instant arrived for his diurnal nibble.
At sight of the calm Mrs. Desterle
thus Frustrated, Doherty made for the
telephone.
"'Tis a riot call I should be sendin
in with Annie knocked out like this"
unused Doherty. For it's never she
loses her head"
But he simply called the doctor and
helped the little Frenchman carry his
stricken wife to her bedroom.
Annie Desterle lay still till they
reached the second floor. At the land
ing she commenced her writhing
again.
Upstairs upstairs" her blood-pur-
pied lips commanded, and she vainly
tried to motion towards the third story
front.
I'D better be seem what's wrong in
the top of the house." suggested
Doherty, as they lay Annie on the bed.
who could be up there now?"
The policeman stepped blithely past
Miss Gentry's room, with but a casual
glance into it's domestic depths,
straight to the wide opened portal of
the third story front and across the
threshold.
The perfume of the room was the
first greeting. An odd penetrating odor
that savored OF things forgot, and
things undone a fragrance belonging
to the mystic places Of shadows, and
not to one Of the clean, wel-soaped,
and better busted apartments Of An
ME OBSTETRICS boarding house. On the
cheap oak table that had been drawn
close to the bed was a great bowl of
diving violets. BY the flowers still burn
ed a drop light and beside this an
opened fallen book as If the occupant
had baited sleep with story. A gold
cigarette case half emptied was under
the table, and the stubs of the re-
mainder of it's contents sprinkled the
floor.
On the bed, clad in a soft gown, lay
Young and beautiful woman. Her
Inns were softly parted the dark lashes
touched the curve Of her cheek so
gently that in spite of her pallor Do
hertv. who had looked on the dead
MANY times in his fifteen years of po-
Hoe duty pinched the thin white arm
again and again and patiently held
mirror TO the cold white lips before he
could believe that it was the girls body
onIv. and not her body and soul that
we're outstretched before him, and that
she was quite dead.
Ne looked around the room and saw
NO empty walls, nor boxes, nor even a
tattling white paper that might have
held those silence bringing powders
women suicides affect.
On the bureau was juggle of wom-
ans cIutter-hairpins a han dozen
long ieweled hatpins, and one thick
gold bracelet set with very large
rubv The combs and the brushes
we're elaborate specimens OF the gold
smiths craft, and from an overturned
and broken bottle of fragile glass
s scent was slowly trucking.
po,,oa cold cream, and savory rice
-o,,,5ers were iumbled in sore disorder
fyrith the collars and cleaned and soiled
handkerchiefs. Even silk stocking.
I.r,,m Of foot and delicately green of
9,nt bod found resting place upon
tha neat linen cover of the bureau.