The Julesburg grit-advocate., 1916-02-03

WAS OF no use In this crisis, what with
the compression Of ten emotional
years into ten minutes Of life. Worse
for him. the hen-minded Mrs. Moore.
seeing the blood. cried. You mur-
derer!" clutched at his coat. and fell
into . faint. Upon Professor Noll de-
volved the masculine guidance Of this
affair. And he thought nrst. not of
the police. but Of . doctor. BY this
time. Miss Harding and Miss Jones
were weeping breast to breast: Mrs
Moore had recovered to say that she
always expected 1t of Mr.. North. and
Mics Estrilla. the invalid lady on the
top floor. had called from the head of
the stairs. What 10 it," With the
brutality which impels US in crises to
confids unpalliated horrors. some one
shrieked. "Hanska's murdered"
There came from above some Spanish
CALCULATIONS to which no one paid
much attention. and then . rafting of
the hook Of the telephone. which hung
on door-post In that fourth-noor hall.
Professor Noll. his mind still on the
necessity for calling = doctor. slipped
into ulster and bed-shoes and rushed
across the street to rouse the house
physician In the apartment-hotel. He
was some time making himself known
and understood. As he neared his
own door again, he saw Mr. Estrilla
entering almost on the run.
There's been . murder! Captain
Hanska's killed." Professor Noll
called after him.
Il know-my seester lephone-she
is frighten'." Estrilla called back
shrilly over his shoulder. And he hur.
ried up the stairs.
By this time, the open door. the
nuttering lights, the screams and hys-
terics. had begun to attract the atten-
tion Of this and that late pedestrian
A milkman pulled up. hitched. and en-.
tered; and then night-faring printer.
Presently the little knot In the street
and the parlors was augmented by q
woman, fully and rather over-luxuri-
ously dressed, a. though for the the
ater-a big. picture hat and a black
satin. fur-edged evening coat over .
light gown which showed here and
there the glitter Of seQuins. She was
large but shapely woman of uncer.
tain ago; yet 10 pleasing withal that
the gathering loafsrs. even in the ex-
element Of murder, spared . few
admirinE glsnces at her face.
I'm goin' up" she connded to her
fellows. II belong there-they need
. sensible woman, from the way
they're screechin'. You better not fol-
low-you'll do NO good an it might
git you involved" With surprising
lightness, considering her bulk. she
mounted the stairs.
The noise guided her to tho focus
OF interest; she pushed her way into
the room Of the late Captain Hanska.
and stood looking about with a pair
Of large serious eyes which took in
every detail. She bent her gaze on
the dead man, stopped, made quick ex-
animation, first Of the wound and then
Of his face. Both Mrs. Moore and Miss
Harding were about to ask this strang-
er to account for herself, when the
doctor. half dressed but carrying his
bag. edged past the door. All turned
the face.
He'd dead" he said calmly. HAS
any one notified the police! Has any
one called up Coroner?"
"Ill attend to that" volunteered the
strange woman, with an air of perfect
competence and command; where's
the phone-sround floor and top floor
hall? All right; I'll use the top floor;
that's nearer. Any particular Cor6-
ner. Doctor? Lipschutz? All right"
In the hay, she met the regular
patrolman, who had received the news
at last. The limb of the law had for
bidden the augmented crowd at the
door to follow him; he was ascending