The Lynden tribune. [volume] (Lynden, Wash.) 1908-current, 1914-12-10

,no n proved to be. so Iur 10
could be learned she had hot 'e sho
citv that night or since. anu 10 orv
vas q striking looking woman,
,',ana az have said. with run voice.
- +. Ianguid manner, she couiu naiu
a. have taken refuge anywhere WIN
-. being discovered. The morhihs
stor her disappearance young W.
man tall like Jennie brice' auu .,nn
had been seen in the Union sta'ion
d. nc she was accompanied ny
uo,,no man. who bought her magazines
90 naners and bade her an eXci'eu
farewell. sending his love 10 Va',oa'
members of family and promising 70
ed the canary. this was not seriously
considered. A sort OF genera "'a.
went over the country. When sue WaS
uornger she had been pretty wen
Inown Mt the Broadway theaters III
Now York. One way or another' Tue
Iiharty tbeater got lot OF free au-
vertising from the case, and, l pehe'e'
Miss Hopes salary was raised -,
The police communicated Win 'en
nie Brice's people-she had SISTER -
Olean. N. Y, but she had not ne"iu
from her. The sister WROTE hearu
later.-that Jennie had been unhappy
with Philip Ladley, and AFRAID Nv
would kill her. And Miss Hope toiu
the same story. But-there was ~
cornps. as the lawyers say, ana nla"S
the police had to free Mr.. Ladiey'
Reyond making an attempt TO get
hail and failing. he had done nothihs
Asked about his wife, he merely snrug-
rod his shoulders and said she had LETT
him and would turn up all rlghi' ne
was unconcerned smoked cigarettes
ali daN ate and slept we'll and iooKed
hotter since he had had nothing 10
drink. And two or three days alter
tbe arrest he sent for the manuscript
of his play.
MIR. Howell came for it on the Thurs
day of that week.
I was on my knees scrubbing the
parlor floor when he rang the DELL
| let him in. and it seemed to me that
he looked tired and pale.
well Mrs. Pitman." he said, smll-
ing, what did you find in the cellar
when the water went down.?
I'm glad to say that | didn't una
what feared, Mr. Howell
Not even. the onyx clockY"
mot even the clock" l replied.
And | feel as If Id lost friend "A
clock is lot of company"
DO you know what l thinkT' he
said, looking at me closely. Il think
you put that clock away yourself IN
the excitement and have forgotten oil
| about it."
Nonsense" -
"Think hard" He was very much m
earnest. "YOu knew the water was
rising and the Ladleys would have
| to be moved up to the second floor
front. where the clock stood. You
went in there and looked around to see
if the room was ready. and you saw
the clock. And knowing that the Lad
legs quarreled now and then and were
| apt to throw things
Nothing but a soap dish. and that
only once"
lyon took the clock to the attic and
put it. say. in an old trunk"
IL did nothing of the sort. went
n. as you say. and | put up an old
splasher, because of the way he throws
Ink about Then | wound the clock,
put the key under it and went out"
| "And the key is gone. toor' he said
thoughtsully. Il wish l could find that
clock Mrs. Pitman."s
$50 do -
'Ladley went out Sunday afternoon
about 3. didn't he-and got back at So
| l turned and looked at him. "Yes,
Mr.. Howell" | said. Perhaps you
know something about that
Up He changed color. Twenty
years of dunning boarders has made
me pretty sharp at reading faces, and
he looked as uncomfortable as If he
owed me money. III" | knew then
that ! had been right about the voice.
1t had been him.
Your | retorted. "You were here
Sunday morning and spent some time
with the Ladleys. l am the old she
devil. notice you didn't tell your
friend. Mr.. Holcombe, about having
been here on Sunday"
He was quick to recover. "Ill fell
you all about 1t, Mrs. Pitman," he said
smil1ngly. You see, all my life, have
wished Tor an onyx clock. 1t has been
my ambition, my great desire. Leay-
ing the house that Sunday morning
ana hearing the ticking of the clock
upstairs l recognized 1t was an ONYX
CLOCK, clambered from my boat through
an upper window and so reached It.
The clock showed fight, but after
stunning it with CHAIR
"ExactlyW l said. "Then the thing
Mrs. Ladley said she would not do was
probably to wind the clockT'
He dropped his bantering manner at
once. Mrs. Pitman.'' he said. 81
don't know what you heard or did NOT
hear. But | want you to give me n
little time before you tell anybody that
| was here that Sunday morning. And
In return I'll find your clock"
hesitated, but however put ont no
was he didn't look like crimIna,
Besides, he was friend of nv niece,s
ana blood is thicker than flood water
There was nothing wrong about nv
peing here" he went on. "but l don't
| want 1t known. Don't spoil good
| story, Mrs. Pitman"
did not quite understand that. MI.
though those who followed the trial
carefully may do so. Poor Mr.. Howell,
l am sure he believed that 1t was only
a good story. He got the descr,n.,ou