The Detroit times. [volume] (Detroit, Mich.) 1903-1920, 1916-07-01

tel. who rs going as Leonard's as
slstant, meets him In "A restaurant
sie Drayton. to whom he is engaged.
objects to hts leaving. lie mas just
mad "A distressing scene with nor.
which has beer overheard hy Mrs
Wigs. in which his suitcase was
torn open and revolver In n "e q
dropped 10 the door pf Elsic's studio.
Leonard sends Martel back 10 make
up with hts nanccr. Elsie, thinking
she IL deserted. sees che revolver IN
tn. hoor OF her studio and IL iasci-
mated By II.
A. though hynotized by its glitter.
she continued TO stare AT IT, Present
~ her hand went forward. almost
stealthily: and her fingers closed
around the pistol lutt. Here, 10 heI'
disordered mind was the full and
final solution OF her problem
Martel had left her And, in lesv-
ing. he had taken away all that
made her life worth living. Perhaps
when he should hear she was dead.
he might be sorry. From the grave
she could sting HIM with barb OF
remorse.
This was his own pistol. too--this
pistol whose muZzle felt so grateful.
~ cool against her fever-hot flesh.
Elsie let herself play morbidly
with the idea. as child morbidly
bites on a sore tooth. She knew
little OF firearms. But she had heard
that II trigger were pressed hard
enough
She dio not know Just how hard
one needed 10 tug. before the pistol
would go of. And, expcrimentally,
she frightened her forefnger around
the trigger.
There was fash--a roar that re-
yerberated through the whole loose
doored apartment-a pungent smoke
cloud filled the little room.
Mrs. Wigs, half dressed. heard
the report. Flinging long cloak
around her. she dashed down the
hall Outside of Elsie's door she
paused. No sound came from inside
She was about to turn the knob.
when II occurred 10 her that Martel.
who had doubtless fred the shot.
might very possibly put second
bullet into her own head should she
break In upon the scene OF carnage.
81 she ned down the passageway
and down the stairs and out into the
midnight city.
In the studio street. a throng Of
jewellers were making night hideous
with their racket. Horns. rattles.
confetti. "ticklers." cowbells. ticker
tape. and a dozen other temper
wrecking devices were In cvid, nee.
A mimic battle had sprung up in the
middle OF the walk Groups Of by
ISLANDERS. on their way &c restau-
rants. had halted 10 laugh NJ The
spectacle. A pes.post police locked
on with a tolerant gen.
Suddenly, the policeman drew him
self up and saluted. as a man and n
woman In evening dress paused near
him 10 watch the fun. Patrolman
O'Brian had good memory f0
faces. And this man was the slen-
der. fair.haircd girl on her arm, was
Charles Morehodse Halloran, the
new district attorney who vas to
take ONCE tomorrow
Halloran. still new enough 70 pc
lice Difference 10 he gratified by It,.
returned the salute.
You see" whispered Margaret
Already you're famous. 4 year ago.
that bluecoat would have ordered
you TO move on. Now. he salutes
YOU as IL you were the president"
Perhaps" CALAMITY suggested
Halloran, he IL ssluting the beauty
OF my new secretary. He"
Mrs. Wigs, blowing her way, in
nustered manner. through the crowd,
flung herself on Patrolman O'Brien.
Officer" she squalled. There's
been murder done, back here. not
two minutes since! Come quick
Murder" repeated OBrien
Where? Who?"
Back at the studio buildin'. You
know the place. Miss Elsie Drayton.
one OF our tenants. She's iust been
sNOt W VII. MATTEL nc y Nnt hlNh
who's been keepin company with
her. They quarreled, something ter.
rible, this evenin'. An just now he
shot her. Just "a the clock was n
strikin' twelve l."
O'Brien waited for no more He
began TO push a path through the
jolly crowd that hemmed him I'm 80
tightly.
Way. there" he beloved, trying
10 make himself heard about the
din OF cowbell. horn and rattle let
us through"
"Officer!" spoke up Halloran, AZ
his side. take this young lady aud
myself with you. II is midnight; and
my ofiielai duties can begin with the
first murder of the new year"
Certainly. sir" agreed O'Brien.
: conveying them slowly through the
pack Of people. "Come along If~you