Pierre weekly free press. (Pierre, S.D.) 1889-19??, 1910-10-13

anything tangible that we have had
yet"
Warner took us to Richfield in the
car. 1t was about 25 miles by rail
road, but by taking series of afro.
clously rough short cuts we got there
very quickly. 1t was pretty little
town, on the river, and back on the
hill l could see the Morton big coun-
try house. where Ha!sey and Ger
trude had been staying until the night
of the murder.
Elm street was almost the only
street, and number IA was easily
found. 1t was small white house,
dilapidated without having gained
anything picturesque, with low win
dow and porch only foot OF so
above the bit of a lawn. There was
baby-carriage in the path and from
swing at the side came the sound of
conflict. Three small children were
d1sputing yociferously, and a faded
young woman with kindly face was
trying to hush the clamor. When she
saw us she united her bingham apron
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Good afternoon" said. Jameson
lifted his hat, without speaking. II
came to inquire about a child named
Lucien Wallace"
! am glad You have come" she
said. In spite of the other children,
think the little fellow is lonely. We
thought perhaps his mother would be
here to-day"
Mr.. Jameson stepped forward.
You are Mrs. Tate?" l wondered
how the detective knew.
Yes, SIR"
Mrs. Tate, we want to make some
Inquiries. Perhaps in the house.
Come right in,' she said Hospitality
And soon we were in the little shabby
parlor, exactly like thousand of it's
prototypes. Mrs. Tate sat uneasily, her
hands folded in her lap
How long has Lucien been here?"
Mr. Jameson asked.
Since week ago last Friday. His
mother paid one weeks board in adj,
vance, the other has not been paid"
Was he i'll when he came?"
No, sir, not what you'd call sick.
He was getting better Of typhoid, she
said, and he's picking up fine
will you tell me his mothers name
and address,"
That's the trouble" the young
woman said, knitting her brows. "She
gave her name as Mrs Wallace, and
said she had no address, She was
looking for a boarding house in town.
She said she worked in department
/ store, and couldn't take care Of the
child properly, and he needed fresh
air and milk. l had three children of
my own, and one more didn't make
much difference in the work, butt
wish she would pay this weeks
board
| Did she say what store it was?"
No, sir, but all the boys clothes
came from Kings. He has far too fine
clothes for the country"
| There was a chorus of shouts and
shrill yells from the front door, fol-
lowed by the loud stamping of chill.
dren's feet and a throaty whoa,
whoa" Into the room came a tan
dem team of two chubby youngsters,
| 10y and a girl, harnessed with
clothes-line, and driven by laughing
boy of about seven, in tan overalls
and brass buttons The small driver
caught my attention at once; he was
/ a beautiful child, and, although he
! showed traces of recent severe illness,
his skin had now the clear transpar-
| ency of health.
Whoa, Flinders" he shouted.
You're going TO smash the trap
Mr. Jameson coaxed him over by
holding out a lead pencil, striped blue
and yellow.
Now, then" he said, when the boy
had taken the lead pencil and was
testing it's usefulness on the detect
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