The Tacoma times. [volume] (Tacoma, Wash.) 1903-1949, 1914-03-28

you are right, partly, anyhow.
Tim here DID help a man with
boat that night"
Threw him rope, SIR" Tim
broke in. He'd got out in the
current, and what with the ice,
and his not knowing much about a
boat. he'd have kept on to New
Orleans II l hadn't cought him
or Kingdom Come"
Exactly. And what time did
you say this was?"
Between three and four last
Sunday night-or Monday morn
ing. He said he couldn't sleep
and went out In a boat, meaning
to keep in close to shore. But he
got drawn out in the currenc."
"Wnere did you see him first?'
by the Ninth street bridge"
did you hail him?"
He saw my light and hailed
me. | was making fast to a coal
barge after one of my ropes had
busted"
"You threw the line to him
there?"
mo, sir. He tried to work In
to shore. | ran along River ave-
nue. to below the Sixth street
bridge. He got pretty close in
there and | threw him a rope. He
was about done up"
Would you know him AGAIN."
Eyes, sir. He gave me five dol
lars, and said to say nothing
about 1t. He didn't want anybody
to know he had been such fool"
They took him quietly up stairs
then and let him look through the
periscope. He identified Mr.. Lad.
ley absolutely.
When Tim and Mr.. Graves had
gone, Mr.. Holcombe and I were
left alone In the kitchen. Mr.
Holcombe leaned over and patted
Peter as he lay in his basket.
We've got him, old boy" he
said. "The chain is Just about
complete. He'll never kick you
again"
But Mr.. Holcombe was wrong,
not about kicking Peter-al-
though | don't believe Mr.. Ladley
ever did that again-but In think
ing we had him.
washed that next morning,
Monday. but all the time was
rubbing and starching and hang
ing out, my mind was with Jennie
Brice. The sight of Molloy Ma
guire, next door, at the window,
rubbing and brushing at the fur
coat, only made things worse.
At noon when the Mcguire
youngsters came home from
school, | bribed Tommy, the
youngest. into the kitchen, with
the promise of doughnut.
Il see your mother has a new
fur coat said, with the plate
of doughnuts Just beyond his
reach.
"Yes'm."
"She didn't buy it?"
"She didn't buy It. Say, Mrs.
Pitman, gimme that doughnut."
"Oh, so the coat washed int"
Nom. Pap found 1t. down by
the Point, on a cake Of ice. He
thought it was a dog, and rowed
out for it."
Well, / hadn't wanted the coat,
as far as that goes; I'd managed
well enough without furs for
twenty years or more. But It was
a satisfaction to know that It had
not floated into Mrs. Maguire's
kitchen and spread itself at her
feet, as one may say. The real is
sue was that II It was Jennie
Brice's coat, and was found across
the river on a cake of ice, then
one of two things was certain:
either Jennie Brice's body wrap
ped in the coat had been thrown
into the water, out in the current,
or she herself, hoping to incrim-
mate her husband, had flung her
coat into the river.
3 / told Mr.. Holcombe, and he
interviewed Joe Mcguire that
afternoon. The upshot of Il was
that Tommy had been correctly
informed. Joe had witnesses who
lined up to see him rescue a dog,
and had beheld his return in tri-
,umph with wet and soggy fur
coat. At three O'Clock Mrs. Ma
guire, instructed by Mr.. Graves,
brought the coat to me for iden-
.tification, turning 1t about for my
inspection, but refusing to take
her hands off 1t.
-, If her husband says to me that
he wants it back, we'll and good, I"
she said, "but l don't give 1t up
to nobody but him. Some folks I
know Of would be glad enough to
have It,"
l was certain It was Jennie
Brice's coat, but the makers
name had been ripped out. With
Molly holding one arm and l the
other, we took 1t to Mr.. Ladley's
door and knocked. He opened It.,
grumbling.
"Thave asked you not to inter-
rupt me-" he said, with hts pen
in his hand. His eyes fell on the
coat. What's that?" he asked,
changing color.
II think It's Mrs. Ladley's fur