The Washington herald. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1906-1939, 1914-08-29
DAILY SHORT STORY.

him some refreshment. but he waved IL
aside
IT merely want to ask you few ques-
tions Mrs. Pearson. Yesterday was
Thursday. Please tell me what servants
had the afternoon on"
Mrs. Pearson looked at q schedule
! hanging on the wall.
Hannah and Sophia, the kitchen
maids; Burke. the footman. and Marie,
your mothers maid"
DO you know whether Marie went
out?'
81 cannot say for sure, sir. She asked
me for some blue sewing silk; said she
was going to stay in ker room and sew;
but had occasion to speak 10 her later.
and she wasn't there nor anywhere In
the house that could discover.
DO you know whether Miss Wilson
went out yesterday at alp
II think not-unless II was to take her
before breakfast walk In the park. She
spent all day except the luncheon hour
here in this room with me It was the
first OF the month, you know. and she
has to audit my accounts and make out
the checks for the household bills and
pay on the servants As far as can see
she did not have time to go out at ALL"
Thank you. Mrs. Pearson" said Rog-
er heartily. II am investigating little
mdIIer OI-er-mlSndndBeIu 1 Inllh
We may call it."
Five minutes afterward he was on his
way to Wilson's splendid jewelry store.
little conversation with Whitson's
chief clerk, who had delivered the opal
pin to Mrs. MiIlard's messenger, d.
vulged the fact that Miss Wilson"
had worn the identical blue velvet
costume. with mink furs, which the
clerk had noted on the first occasion.
l.
yelled, and he could not have sworn to
her features save that they were regu-
lar and pretty.
81 will communicate with you
again." said Roger as he fastened
away.
Later he went to Mrs. Pearson's sit
ting room and sent for Marie. The girl
came, a frightened look in her blue
eyes.
You weesh me. m'sieur?" she asked
breathIessly.
Yes, Marie" said Roger sternly.
Before you leave the house will
thank you for my mothers opal pin"
Your mothair's opal peen?' Marie
essayed a laugh and shrugged her thin
shoulders. Perhaps Mees Wilson
could tell"
Marie. I know" declared Roger
sternly. He was a lawyer and he rec
OgnlZed the signs OF CUNT
"Oh-la-la," Marie laughed. saw the
futility of further denial, shrugged her
shoulders and flung the pin at his feet.
Your mothair. she careless drop
this what You call check on the moor,
and It ees temptation, m'sieur. So
go TO Mees Wilson room and put on
her velvet dress and thick veil; she
so busy always on de first Of months
in housekeeper room-so go toll
Whitson and they ask nothing when /
give check-just sign receipt-and so
put "A WILSON, her name. yon know;
that ees all. truly. m'sieur; you vii! let
me go?' she begged.
II you will go and tell your story |
to my mother 1 will see that you are |
not prosecuted, he said sternly.
So Marie accompanied him to Mrs. |
boudoir and confessed her
wrongdoing.
When she was alone with her son.
Mrs Willard lifted beseeching eyes to |
Rogers. What can do to atone to I
Miss Wilson for this accusation she
asked contrttely.
Whatever your heart suggests. moth
er." he said gently. It am going TO
fnd her now-I suppose she has returned
TO her sisters homeland 1 may as well
tell you I'm going to ask her to marry
me-"
Very well, Roger" said Mrs Mil
lard meekly; land if you don't mind
I believe I'll go along too and ask her
TO forgive me-perhaps she will"
II am sure she will" said Roger hap
PLY as he went to fetch his mothers
bonnet and cloak