The Manitowoc pilot. [volume] (Manitowoc, Wis.) 1859-1932, 1916-09-21
MYSTERIOUS NE!GHB0R
BY LOUISE OLIVER.
Mrs. Green. what does Mr.. Davis do

to cover everything, and If | ever was
curious about it | got over il long
ago. Some folks have enough money
without working
eyes, know, but 1t seems so queer
| the way he lives, l mean. out all
night, or at least until 2 and o'clock.
| and sleeping any old time at all. Ny
room is next to his and can hear him
come in"
Winlfred dropped the argument with
| cut giving her real reason for inquir-
ing. She, too, liked her merry, happy
| go-lucky neighbor and she was afraid
Of doing him an injustice.
1t had happened this way: The
night before while getting some copy
ready to send in, the keys of her type
writer had locked. She tried to fix it,
but things went wrong and before she
| knew it the whole affair was out OF
commission.
"Oh psRaww she cried, pushing and
Juggling this way and that. "What shall
do? Carpenter won't be bothered
with long hand and this has to be
at the office in an hour"
Just then she heard a step in the
hall. "There's Mr.. Davis. l wonder
if he can do anythingT'
She flew to her door and opened it..
"AIr. Davlsw she called. But he had
entered his own room and was just
shutting the door.
yes" he answered, instantly open
ing it again. "What can l do for
YOU Miss Wilson,"
And While Wiuifred was trying to
explain her predicament, she was also
trying hard not to betray the fact that
she saw an automatic gun and some
nueer-looklng instruments that he was
In the act of transferring from his
pocket to q table near the door.
Certainly I'll come. I'm a regular
Mr.. Tlxit. was just thinking of hang
ing out a shingle Typewriters Re
paired While You Wait"
He was as good as his word and the
typewriter was soon put into working
trim again. When the door had
closed, Winifred looked at the blank
panels with her heart beating high
and her cheeks strangely flushed.
Had she known it, Ed Davis, too,
was looking back ut the panels as
though trying to conjure up another
picture of her gray blue eyes, sweet,
serious smile and color that came and
went provokingly.
"NIss WILSON," called Carpenter next
day, there's n card to the Pride-Pam-
iston wedding. Suppose you go up
there to-day and write things up.
Give ii n column"
Arrived at Valmonda, the home of
The Prides Winifred was given the
permission of her hostess to wander
where she would Pavilions had been
built on the lawn, tables put up around
fountains and a wonderful arbor of
flowers and vines erected for the cere-
mony.
Winifred was lost in the wonder OF
everything when she came face to face
with Mr.. Davis.
"You hcrer she cried in surprise,
not able to keep the Amusement and
pleasure out of her voice.
He looked nonpused for an instant,
then smiled quickly. "Why not? Every
ones herel You, tool"
"But I'm just here on businessw
$50 am ], but keep it quiet" he
whispered.
She looked mt his faultless cutaway,
every detail of his attire. She could
not understand this man.
That was the day the pearl collar
was stolen, a gift from the Yincents
to the bride.
Winlfred, opening the paper to see
her own account of the wedding next
morning, read the great headline with
dismay.
She let the paper fall to the floor
and tried TO collect her confused
thoughts. Davis had come in about I
o'clock aud she had heard him up all
the rest of the night He had gone
out early again without retiring What
had been his business Mt the weddng?'
Dazcd, she made her way along
crowded streets to the office. She
heard a boy cry. 1.-THE Poll Collar
Found Bravery Of Detective Davis ~
She bought Il paper in frantic haste
and there on the first page was Il
full-face cut of her ncighbor. "Thanll
Heaven" She breathed, crushing the
Paper to her breast. II understand
now"
That night WInifred knocked timidly
at her neighbours door. He opened
It and bowed.
blessed typewriter-its broken
again."
"No," said Winifred, keeping In the
shadow Of the stairs to hide her burn
ing face. 81 came to congratulate you.
I've been finding out all day what a
wonderful person you are. And I've
been taught mt home when one has
had wicked thoughts he ought to con-
fcss. | have been thinking awful
things about You. l saw the gun and
when the necklace was stolen-she
did not finish
"Hush, child! Every one thinks
things about me-" he said kindly. TIN
used to it. Get your hat and we'll
70 for some ice cream. I've some
thing important to tell you. Some
thing no one else must hear! You'll
come, won't your
eyes, indeed she answered hap
PLY, II just feel like celebrating
Copyright, 1916 by the Mcclure Ncwspa-