Perrysburg journal. (Perrysburg, Wood Co., O. [Ohio]) 186?-1965, 1915-10-21
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Nothlng 10 be AFRAID Or laughed
Trevor boastfully.
"You and Mr.. Walton visit the
chink section" proposed, while
Miss Walton and I see the Metropol-
itan Museum and have dinner togeth-
err"
Trevor started to say something,
then closed his teeth with a snap,
while his eyes glared murder at me.
"Dandy!" exclaimed Alice enthu-
siastically. "You can eat your horrid
Chinese food, daddy, and see China
town after dark while we are really
enjoying ourselves"
"Why-why-yes, so we can," fal.
tered the old man, Frightening up.
The thought of Mrs. Grundy never
entered the minds of either; simply
because their innocence and goodness
made them incapable of thinking any
| badness.
We parted there at the door, the
| two men to go downtown and we to
| so up. The look of enraged BATTLE
| ment that Trevor shot at me filled
me with unholy joy.
1 forgot everything that afternoon
hut the girl at my side. The pictures
we saw seemed to me pitiful things
compared to this wonderful girl. Her
hand rested lightly on my arm; va
grant whisp of her hair blew across my
| face once as we stood close together;
the nearness Of her was a constant
irtoxication.
But we returned to the hotel early
so that we might get table in far
corner where we would be alone. We
chatted of the day and of the few
short days we had been together is
we sat there, with only the wooden
faced waiter within hearing distance
This has been a wonderful day for
me, Mr.. Haviland," she said softly
'But tomorrow will be the really,
truly happiest day of my life, I think" I"
Tomorrow" echoed blankly.
"Mr. Trevor says that the stock
certificates will be ready tomorrow"
"Oh, yes." l murmured feebly,
looking down at my water-glass with
its steamed sides and fast-melting ice.
"Oh, / forgot" she gasped. "I
have glorious surprise! You know
the telegram you insisted on send
ing?"
nodded.
"Mr. James-hes the banker, you
know-was so happy at the thought of
the dream coming true that he only
waited to write to every one in the
village and tell the news before he
started to New York"
Hes coming here?" I asked fear.
fully.
He'll be here tomorrow night.
What celebration supper we can
havei"
That's great!" / managed to say.
isn't it?" she exulted; then she
seemed to notice my lack of enthusi.
asm for the first time, or perhaps She
caught the look in my eyes in an un.
guarded moment that l raised them
you don't seem glad!" she accused
II can't forget that it's mere bust.
ness with me-" l said ruefully.
"Then l won't talk of It," she de.
cided. 1--WE read that the tired bust.
ness man likes to forget all about
business-but you don't know how
many prayers you have answered, Mr.
Haviland"
An answerer of prayers? I? Good
Heaven!
I'm going to talk about somethine
else" she laughed as her fingers fun
bled with her purse. Something
shocking. murder. See?"
My empty demi-tasse cup clattered
in my saucer as my hand jerked away
She laid down the black picture ol
my finger-prints.
81 saw it in the paper" she wen
on, her eyes on the thing. 'In
afraid it was my study of the line:
J instead of looking at the sights thai
made Mr.. Trevor angry"
'Gruesome," / muttered, victims
my lips.
! isn't it?" The smile had gone
from her eyes now. you know
have studied finger-prints for years,
she continued quietly. II am femi
nine Puddin'head WILSON,"
My hands went from the table a.
though had suddenly discovered tina
, the cloth was red hot. Why should ;
girl like she study finger-prints?
~ want my knowledge to hang {
] murderer
: WHAT" My dry throat wheeze'
II.
"The man who killed my BROTHER
she said, her eyes far away.
The CONCEALED blood flowed once
more.
"He was killed twenty-one year:
ago, when | was eleven months old,
she went on, deep in her thoughts
leaning across the table.
"He was a boy, only nineteen; bu
he got into bad company. A gambler
stabbed him in Richmond. MY
: mother died a month afterward, and
never remember her On one of thu