New Britain herald., 1917-08-02
Katie Brings Strange News in the
 Morning.


 Morning.
 The dawning of the next morning, clear and sunshiny with the promlse of approaching spring that March days so royalty give sometimes
 brought to us all little doubt as to our theory of the wild happenings or the night before.
 Ij1lian's little girl Marion, Morton, had been frightened by the appearance of a woman's face at her window. A little later while talking with Dicky in
 front of the hall door I had seen a shadow fit across the glass and the next moment a bullet had buried it. self in the wall behind me. We had determined that the unknown as-
 sailant must be Mrs. Allis, the des-
 perate woman who once had called herself the wife of Robert SaVarlh,
 and whom he had seen looking out of the window of the train WHICH brought him to Marvin. The theory had appeared entirely plausible the night before, but the calcium of the morning. sunlsho turned upon it was a different matter. Dicky was the first to utter oot'oI aloud.
 'I say, Madge," he said abruptly as he stood brushing his hair oe1ore ''ie mirror-we were sharing hls nlother
 room having given our own up to our guests-"dont' you thank we were 8 bit premature last night about sad ding Mrs. Allis with that melodrama- tic movie stunt? That kid of LiPs is just as ina ginative as they make 'em, nerves strung as taut as a violin cord. She might very easily be mistaken ahout seeing a woman's face. Don't you think so?'
 "T1lat Doesn't Explain "Ye-es," agreed slowly, for the
 same thought had come to me in the morning. But that doesn't explain the pistol shot and the shadow on the glass;
 No, but you'll find that there's some good explanation of those things. There must have been some one loose last night, perhaps some drunk shoot ing up the village. We'll hear from it later in the day, I'll wager.' My common sense told me that Dicky was probably right, but a little fer, a recollection of Lillian's face when she moved Marions bed out of range of the window, made me utter protest against settling the matter in this off-hand fashion.
 T don't think you can make Lillian
 believe it was some drunken marau- der," I said.
 "Nonsense!" Dicky returned, 'Lil's S got as sound a headpiece as any per- son, man or woman, l ever saw. Of course, I'll admit she's a bit off her feed now about that kid; she cant think straight where Marion is con cerned But you'll find she'll admit she is mistaken before the day is out' I said nothing more, but at break fast I watched both Lillian and Robert Savarin narrowly as Dicky aired his theory of the events of the night be- fore. Marion was not at the break fast table, for I had forbidden Lillian's arousing the sleepy little thing, who,
 I was sure, was worn out from her
 fright of the night before, so that our talk was unhampered by her presence "Oh, Mrs. Grafam!' II am inclined to think you are right, MT. Graham" the artist said eagerly, and knew that the wish was indeed father to the thought in his case. I understood just how much he must dread the reappeaerance in his life of the woman who had come so
 near to plotting him forever from life and it's joys, realized how much he must welcome the suggestion that
 some one else was the cause of our terror the night before.
 But Lillian stood firm in her belief that Mrs. Allis and no other was re-