Eagle River review. [volume] (Eagle River, Wis.) 1890-1927, 1910-01-21
e rather reticent people OF that pro-

the rather Teticent people OF that pro-
fession.
Hunting for quarter Johnny, or
toothpick?" questioned Larry Morris.
Here, look at this" answered John
ny.
Into their midst he twirled the some
th1ng he had drawn from his pocket.
II was mans garter of lavender silk
elastic the buckle hand wrought from
rose gold, set round with amethysts
and on the face the initial III" worked
out In emeralds and amethysts Of ex-
cessive smallness but exceedingly great
brilliancy
Where did you get that?" came the
chorus.
Well" said Johnny, listen. I pick
ed this up in the Desterle house about
an hour ago. Say, everybody about
that house has got stage fright. They
are all moving out. An earthquake
couldn't move them quicker than they
are going. The death watch has got
Its grip on the whole thirty-five board
ers. More than half of them are speed
ing away to spend the night with
hand-baggage only. Great show, too,
to watch them hustle out I'm going
10 sleep up there tonight l picked
thlS garter up in the closet where it
had rolled down behind a little shelf.
NOW women, you know, don't wear
carriers like this"
Might" beloved Hank Smith.
Saw telegraph story the other day
That they had taken to wearing half
hose in New York"
But here's the question:" continued
Johnny, mo man in the house knew
mrs. Wayne nor anything about her.
why the only decent word any one
OF those curious passed about her was
that no one had come to see her since
she arrived, and that she had appeared
embarrassed when her fellow boarders
of the sex masculine attempted to pay
her any attention."
III just wager that she was some
poor, sweet little girl who had mar
ried some old fool for his money" in
| terposed Philip Hartley, whose SYM
pathetic heart beat for all the mis-
| treated women in the world. she's
found him unbearable, and refused to
live with him, and he's Just bounded
her to death. That H may have stood
| for Hubby" in the letter that had the
taking slow poison, and came here
where she wasn't known to snuff it off
| quietly"
How about the NIan-Aperilla ?"
| f1outed Larry Morris. proceed, Jules
Verne II. Why don't you go farther,
and have it a trained ape sent carrier
pigeon, bloodhound fashion by the
| ogre-husband, to choke her to death?"
Because she wasn't choked," con-
| tended Hartley. Heavens, what a
woman she must have been"
ooh, to kill from jealousy" added
Hank Smith. why, halo; here's Bet
| ty Lancey at this hour of the morning.
| Betty, don't you ever get through
work? And you're all out of breath.
| What's wrong. Mamie, get her some
| tea. What is the matter, Betty?"
| Betty, white as print paper, sunk on
chair. Her big blue eyes were open
| ed wide. Boys" she said. Come
with me; come quick, don't say a word,
| but tell me, am I crazed or drea ming;
has it really happened or am I hav-
| ions? Oh, no. don't stop to finish eat
| ing; come quick or it will be too late.
I am afraid to stop alone in that aw-
home and stopped at the hotel to-
| night, and, oh, it startled me So"
Whats up, anyhow" asked John
ny. Tell the rest OF them, Betty.
| I'm going up to get chummy with the
mystery, sleeping all night in the Des-
! terle house. Maybe I'll have a WISH
tation, seeing as how my own head is
| some reddish. 'Tisn't like you to have
stage fright. Betty"
81 haven't got it," she snapped.
But just as l started to get into bed
and went over to raise the shade, I
| looked across the court into one of the
other rooms of the hotel. And in there
what do you think I SAVE"
Won1anlike Betty paused to give her
| audience a thrill
ooh, nonsense; out with it," COM
! manded the boys.
"Cerisse Wayne, her ghost or her
| double, and the handsomest man I ever
| saw"
(To be continued.)