The Nevada County picayune. (Prescott, Ark.) 190?-current, 1910-08-19
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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 a series of afro
ciously rough short cuts we got there
very quickly. 1t was a pretty little
town, on the river, and back on the
hill ! could see the Morton big coun-
try house, where Halsey and Ger.
trude he'd 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.
Gilapidated without having gained
anything picturesque, with low win
dow and porch only a foot or SO
above the bit of a lawn. There was a
babycarriage in the path, and from
swing at the side came the sound of
conflict. Three small children were
disputing yociferously, and a faded
young woman with d kindly face was
trying to hush the clamor. When she
saw us she united her Bingham apron
and came around to the porch.
Good afternoon. | said Jameson
lifted his hat, without speaking. Il
came to inquire about a child named
Lucien Wallace
Il am glad you have come" she
said. I'm spite of the other children,
| think the little fellow is lonely We
thought perhaps his mother would be
here today
Mr.. Jameson stepped forward.
You are Mrs Tate?" | 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 We're in the little shabby
parlor. exactly like a 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 ad-
vance, the other has not been paid
W dS ne Ill Wnen ne 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 a department
store, and couldn't take care of the
child properly, and he needed fresh
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 1t was?"
"No, sir, but all the boys clothes
came from Kings. He has far too fine
clothes for the country"
There was 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 tan
dem team of two chubby youngsters, a
boy and a girl, harnessed with a
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
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 lead pencil, striped blue
and yellow.
Now, them he said, when the boy
had taken the lead pencil and was
testing its usefulness on the detect.