Baraboo weekly news. [volume] (Baraboo, Wis.) 1912-197?, 1913-10-30

None. That's why the injury to
his jaw shows so plainly"
81 see. Is he what you would call
gentleman"
Eyes, must acknowledge that. He
shows the manners of good society, If
he did whisper words into my wife's
ear which were MOI meant for mine"
"And Mr.. Fulton Knows nothing of
him?"
Nothing"
"Well, we'll drop him for the pres
ent. You have a photograph ofAVour
wife?"
"Her picture was in all the papers
tonight"
"I noticed. But can we go by it?
Does it resemble herr"
"Only fairly She is far prettier.
My wife is something uncommon.
No picture ever does her Justice"
"She looks like dark beauty. Is
her hair black or brown?"
BLACK So black it has purple
shades in it,"
"And her eyes? Black too?''
"No, gray. A deep gray, which look
black owing to her long lashes."
every good. Now about her dress.
Describe it as minutely as you can. 1t
was a brides travelling costume, sup
pose"
eyes. That is, presume so. I
oil riohf onH CIIifo-
BILE to the occasion. but l don't re-
member much about it. I was think
ing too much of the woman in the
gown to notice the gown ITSELF
Cannot you tell the color?"
at was dark one. I'm sure it was
dark one, but colors are not much
in my line. I know she looked we'll
they can tell you about it at the
house. All that 1 distinctly remember
is the veil she had wound so tightly
around her face and hat to keep the
rice out of her hair that I could not
get one glimpse of her features. All
nonsense that veil, especially when
had promised not to address her or
even to touch her in the cab. And
she wore it into the office. If it had
not been for that / might have fore
seen her intention in time to prevent
it,
perhaps she knew that"
"It looks as if she did,
(Which means that she was medi-
tating flight from the first"
From the time she saw that mar" "
Mr.. Ransom corrected.
Gust so; from the time she left
her uncle's house. Your wife is
woman of means, / believe
Eyes, unfortunately"
"Why unfortunately?
'It makes her independent and Of
fers a lure to irresponsible wretches
like him.
''Her fortune is large, then?"
very large; larger than my own"
Every one knew Mr.. Ransom to be
| a millionaire.
left her by her father?"
mo, by some great-uncle, I believe,
who made his fortune in the Klon-
| dixie"
"And entirely under her own con-
| troT?"
Entirely So"
who is her man Of business?"
Edward Harper, of = Wall street. "
He's your man. He'll know soon
er or later where she is"
Eyes, but later won't do. I must
know tonight; or, If that is impos'
sible, tomorrow. Were It not for
the modification it would cause her ]
should beg you to put on all your force
and ransaek the city for this bride OF
Ave hours. But such publicity ls toe
shocking"
The detective looked thoughtful
The problem had its difficulties.
Are those hers?" he asked at last
pointing to the two trunks he saw
standing against the wall.
Eyes. had them brought up, In
the hope that she had slipped away
on some foolish errand or other and
would yet come back"
"By their heft Judge them to be
full; how about her hand-bag?
"She had only a small bag and an
umbrella. They are both here"
"How's that?"
'The colored boy took them at the
door. She went away with nothing IN
her hands,"
Gerridge glanced at the bag Mr.
Ransom had pointed out, fingered It,
then asked the young husband to
open it.
He did SO. The usual articles and
indispensable adiuncts of nice WON
ans toilet met their eyes. Also q