The Mobridge news. [volume] (Mobridge, Walworth Co., S.D.) 190?-1917, 1910-09-30
CHAPTER XIV.
The Trap Door.

By Sunday evening. a week after
the wreck, my forced inaction had
goaded me to frenzy. The very sight
Of Johnson across the street or Turk
ing, always within sight of the house,
kept me constantly exasperated. 1t
was on that day that things began TO
come to a focus, a burning-glass of
events that seemed TO center on me-.
l dined alone that evening in no
cheerful frame of mind. There had
been a polo game the day before and
] had lent a pony, which is always a
bad thing to do. And she had wrench
ed her shoulder, besides helping TO
lose the game. There was no one in
town; the temperature was 80 and
climbing, and my left hand persistent
ly cramped under its bandage.
Mrs. Klopton herself saw me served,
my bread buttered and cut in tidbits,
my meat ready for my fork. She how
cred around me materially, obviously
trying to cheer me.
"The paper says stiIl warmer" she
ventured. THE thermometer is 80
now
And this coffee is $50" / said, put
ting down my cup. Where is Eu-
phe uia? l haven't seen her around,
or heard a dish smash all day"
'Euphemia is in bed" Mrs. Klopton
sad grayely. is your meat cut small
enough, Mr.. Lawrence?" Mrs. Klop-
ten can throw more mystery into an
ordinary sentence than any one |
Rnow. She can say, Are your sheets
damp, sir?" And | can tell from her
tons that the house across the street
has been robbed, or that my left hand
neighbor has appendicitis. So now |
looked up and asked the question she
was waiting for.
What's the matter with Euphe-
mia?" / inquired idly.
Frightened into her bed" Mrs.
KloDton said in a stage whisper.
shes had three hot water bottles
and sac hasn't done a thing all day
but moan"
She oughtn't to take hot water
bottles" | said in my severest one.
"One would make me moan. You need
not wait, I'll ring If / need anything"
Mrs Klopton sailed to the door,
where she stopped and wheeled indig-
nantly. Il only hope you won't laugh
on the wrong side Of your face some
morning. Mr., Lawrence" she declared,
with Christian fortitude. "But ! warn
you, | am going to have the police
watch that house next door"
| was half inclined to tell her that
both it and we we're under police sur
VIGILANCE at that moment. But / like
Mrs. Klopton. in spite of the fact that
/ make her life a torment for her, so
! refrained.
Last night. when the paper said it
was going to storm, | sem Euphemia
to the roof to bring the rugs in. Eliza
had slipped out, although 1t was her
evening in. Euphemia went up to the
rOof--it was ii o'clock-and soon |
heard her running downstairs crying.
When she got to my room she just
folded up on the floor. She said there
was a black figure sitting on the para
pet OF the house next door-the empty
h~ouse-and that when she appeared 1t
rose and waved long black arms at
her and spit like a cat
| had finished my dinner and was
lighting a cigarette. IF there was
any one up there. which | doubt, they
probably sneezed." / suggested. But
If you feel uneasy, III take a look
around the roof tonight before | turn
In AS far as Euphemia goes, 1
wouldn't be uneasy about her-doesn't
she always have an attack of some
sort when Eliza rings in an extra
evening ON herr"
So / made a superficial examination
OF the window locks that night, s4ste:
ing parts OF the house that / had not
seen since l bought 1t. Then | went
To- the roof. Evidently it had not
been intended for any purpose sage
to cover the house. for unlike the
houses around. there was no staircase.
A ladder and ~ trap-door led ia 1t. and
1t required some nice balancing Oh
my part TO get up with my useless
arm ] made It. however. and found
this unexplored part OF my domain
rather attractive. 1t was cooler than
downstairs. aud l sat on the brick
parapet and amoked my hnal cigarette.
The roofoof she empty house adjoiDsd
mine along the back wing, but hives.
tieation showed that the trap-door
across the low aiyiding way wis
bnlted n~nde~neath.