Evening public ledger. [volume] (Philadelphia [Pa.]) 1914-1942, 1919-10-02
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ttyTIHAT clothes are missing. What

"WHAr clothes are missing s.i What
must she have worm"
''Her best" Mrs. Peters's lips set
gtimly. "a black hat she'd trimmed
herself with little French Flowers. all
cSlors, that poor Mrs. Hartshornc had
thrown away; a blue serge suit, the
new white waist. an imitation seal neck =
piece and gray topped shoes with awful
high heels. 1 don't know if she had
gloves or not, but she must have carried
her wrist bag patent leather. it is,
with big green stone in the top Sa =
die is great for style. for all she is
shy and tongue tied and kind of slow
/, cant think where she could have
gpne She's only got two or three
fpiends and 1 called them up from the
drug store before I phened the police
None of them had seen her."
t"Did Sadie come often to sec YOU
while she was employed by Mrs. Harts-
<, horne?"
Every time she had an afternoon
Of, Mrs. Peters responded Loyalty.
She might go to see her friends for
an hour or two, but she always came
straight home to us first. There WASH t
wild notion in her mind sir. and
brought her up strict she don't know
anything about badness or excitement or
gay life except what she's seen on the
screen. and she's nothing but n child
at heart"
.When was the last time she came
to you before Friday night?'
s'The day before, sir. 1t was her
- fI<..x- 1a.v ~ H.. i,
half-post two, and trimmed that har
she must be wearing now. went out
with her to buy the white waist and
she had dinner here and went back to
Mrs. Hartshorne's.
What did she talk about, do You
remember? Did she seem happy in her
placer"
well, yes, though she hates kitchen
work, Mrs. Peters admitted. Il want
to make a waitress of her, but this is
the first time she's been out in serv-
ice and she had to begin at the bot =
tom. She didn't talk about anything
much on Thursday except Mrs. Harts-
horne; what beautiful clothes she wore
and how lovely she looked when she
went out, and how grand she kept her
hands. Sadie was sick of having her
own hands in dshwater all the time.
Ny, how she admired Mrs. Harts =
horne.
To hear her talk you'd think she was
- the most wonderful creature in the
= world I guess that's why she took
on SO awful about the murder. but it
don't explain her running away like
this"
Paul picked up the limp pillow and
examined it. with no result. save an
incipient blizzard of down; the bureau
drawers contained nothing but wearing
apparel. Save for hat or two and a
box of sewing materials, the shelf was
bare.
Don't worry about her any more
than you can help, Mrs. Peters" Pau
took up his hat from the kitchen table
eve no doubt that we can find heI
for you, but it may require few days
don't think she has come to any
harm"
u "I'n be thankful beyond words il
you can get her back for me safe anC
sound and without her uncle knowinl
what she's done" Mrs. Peters re.
sponded. He loves her like he would
his own, but he's hard man in some
WAYS and often I've had to stand be
tween his temper and her pig headed
meas. You'll let me know, sir, as soor
as you've got trace of her: | shan
have minutes peace until m sure
nothing's happened to her and shes
coming home "
Paul promised and took his depar
ture.
At headquarters Chief Burke listened
TO his report without comment until Il
was concluded, when he observed:
Nobody could have got to her with
any threat or bribe to keep her out Of
the way; that's a cineh if she wouldn
talk TO any one all day, not even the
neighbors. Maybe she was afraid tc
talk to them; afraid she'd tell how mucf
she knew. There might have beer
something in that newspaper she wa
reading when her aunt went out tha
scared her into running away. Bu
sha won't get far on French heels ant
seven dollars!
II don't know Paul demurred
s.she's long on determination and sh,
Ma 4 fixed idea in her head. He
SSaanpearance isn't worrying me any
i fancy could lay my hands on he
fnborrow, but / want to give her |
l,ftle more rope and await develop
nehts"
ilYou could, could your The chic
.aarfed. ''I'd like TO know where yol
80 that stuff? You'll be telling m
rext that her running away had moth
Inf 10 do with the murder
Something like that, grinned Paul
swell, you'll find yourself wrong TO
once. my boyp' The chief bange,
IL desk resoundingly. What did sh
Sste hidden in the pillow! She wa
rnJious Of Mrs. Hartshorne, even
h.e hands, and starved for the kind
a. litenent she had seen in the movies
60 lot home early Thursday night AM