Bismarck daily tribune. [volume] (Bismarck, Dakota [N.D.]) 1881-1916, 1916-08-08
The Worlds Wisdom Hats, Be-
wildered by the Tragic Story
of the "Air-Bubble Murder"
While Lizzie's Parents Weep
in the Forest-Hidden Cottage
and Clubwomen Ponder: How
Pitiless Is the World to Youth!'
(By Honor Fanning.)
(Staff ,SDecial.) ..


Paoli, Ind, Aug. 6.-The hollyhocks
are blooming around the Radcliffe cot
tage here in the Businesses of the In
diana hills. The golden glow losses
streams of gold across the rickety rail
fence against the gray implanted walls
of an aged frame cottage.
The little clearing, half the size Of
a city block, is blazing with color
BUT THERE ARE NOT FLOWERS
ENOUGH IN EVEN THIS FLOWER
CARPETED FOREST TO BRIGHTEN
TIL GLOOM OF THE RADCLIFFES.
THAT was Lizzie's room," whispered
Lizzie Radcliffe's mother, nodding to-.
ward the window where the hollyhocks
were loveliest. "She liked the hellies,
but they are whitening, because no
one tends them now"
5t:The apples will be coming red
soon," said Lizzie's father. 81 reckon
no one will bother about this tree
stroking gnarled apple tree-"it was
Lizzie's tree; she'd gather the apples
every fall and sell them to buy new
fall Dress"
"And she made preserves better than
mother" added Lizzie's sister-"our
poor, little Lizzie!"
And so the hollyhocks are willing,
the apples spoil on the ground; there
will be empty pantry shelves, and emp
ty, aching hearts, because Lizzie isn't
here.
Across the great knob of sand near
the cross roads the hollyhocks nod
over her neW-made grave.
But we have been reading a great
deal about her in the newspapers
"The air bubble murder"-"The Rad
cliffe tragedy"-"Girl murdered by boy
sweetheart"
1t seems unbelievable, when I see
those glazing headlines, that these
frightful phrases can refer to the little
girl I'm hearing about from the farm
folks who knew her so we'll.
Three generations of Radcliffes lived
in the Weather-beaten cottage II miles
out of Paoli, where l went to see Liz.
zie Radcliffe's mother.
Lizzie's father, Ben Radcliffe, was
born in the cottage where he lives to-
day, with his two grown sons, a 20
year-old daughter, Mary, and Moth
err"
Neither Mary nor Lizzie ever talked
Of going to "the city"-Louisville is
but rs miles away-as so many coun-
try girls do. Their clothes were poor,
their pleasures few, but they never
complained. Lizzie especially seemed
cOntented to stay home and tend the
hollyh0cks.
But the city called her. Last o.
tober she was sent to Olney, ILL.,,
town Of 5000 people, $50 miles from
the Radcliffe farm. Lizzie went there
to live with her married sister, Alice,
and help care for Alice's children.
In Olney she wore prettier clothes
than she wore back on the farm.
There were skating Kinks and parties,
and this summer there were picnics.
The soldier boys were in Olney, pre-
pairing to go to the border. Lizzie and
her girl chums knew them, and they
had much harmless fun while the
troops were in town.
But some time, no one knows when,
Lizzie met Roy Hinterliter, boy from
West Salem, 80 miles south of Olney.
He had a fine team of horses and a
smart buggy. The girl he took riding
had reason to be proud.
He often took Lizzie out. Her Sis |
ter met him, but didn't pay much at
tention," she had such abiding faith |
in her good little sister.
Friday night, July II, ne called after |
3 o'clock. An hour later, az the edge |
Of the picturesque old orchard, the