Perrysburg journal. (Perrysburg, Wood Co., O. [Ohio]) 186?-1965, 1919-02-13

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His glance travelled the length, to
right and left, and he saw nothing but
low cheap houses with here and there
q little store. Everything pointed to
the poorest class.
There was. perhaps, nothing more
mysterious about Miss Holcomb going
! into the house across the way than in
her sending him the note she had and
! having been fired upon-he didn't for
a moment fancy the shot had been
meant for himself-when he came to
| meet her.
But, all the same, there was quite
enough in the incidents Of the night
to make him resolve to await Miss
.Lolcomb's reappearance, and insist
upon some explanation before she
could avoid him again.
| In patience he fingered some
minutes, and then, as man trifie
the worse for liquor came slowly by.
| ne resolved to attempt to gain little
| information. He stepped out from his
doorway, but the inebriated individ-
ual saved him the trouble of speaking.
"Hi, mister!" hiccupcd the fellow.
| Got de price # beer?"
Tom slipped his hand into his
pocket and jingled some loose change,
but he did not offer to pass any over.
II might accommodate you," he
admitted. by the way, I'm looking
for friend. Who lives in that house
| there-the one next to the vacant
lot?"
| The ilan wheeled unsteadily upon
his feet and eyed the place in ques-
ton.
"That-that house?" he grunted.
"Why Mrs. Carey lives there. OF
woman Been there years"
II see. She has son, hasn't she?
| take it that she is widow?"
"Sure sh' is" and the man backed
up against the house as he continued
to study the building in question.
NO." with gulp. "she amt got no
son. Got nephew, Jimmie O'Brien,
old Jerry Trenchs chap"
"Jerry Trench's chap?" laughed
Tom. What do you mean by
that?"
The man looked Tom over with
sympathy in his glance. Lord" he
groaned "don cher know nothin'
Jimmie O'Briens de chap that tends
door up n de Farewell Club. That
hic-that's it, over de fence"
Kingsbury regarded the opposite
side of he street with new interest.
You mean that that building back
ing onto the vacant lot is the Farewell
Club?" he demanded.
The regard of his informant was
again filled with sympathy. Sure
rha's de Farewell Club, n tha's Mrs
| Carey's house, m Jimmie O'Brien, t
keeps de mugs away FIN Of Jerry
Trench, wha' he ain't-hic-ain't car
ing to see, understan' that. mister? 8
de OIL womans ne-nephew."
II think I've got it pat" laughed
Tom, passing over half dollar. by
the way, what sort of looking man
is O'Brien?"
The inebriate one was starting
away with an alacrity that made his
steps even more uneven. "OBrien?"
he halted long enough to answer.
IVY. he's little, dried.up OIL mummy.
Gee. guess he's Oh 8 de OIL woman. IS
aunt" and the man was gone with a
wave of his hand an muttered
thanks for the money.
Tom watched him out of sight.
Certainly the man he had followed
from the Trench home was not
O'Brien. He was disappointed in the
discovery, for he did not feel that he
had made a great deal of headway.
1t might be---in fact it. was--quite
probable that Miss Holcomb knew the
aunt of Trench's doorkeeper. and
there was thus no special, significance
in the fact of her entering the house,
Kingsbury moved slowly across the
street for better look at the rear OF
the Farewell club. He was surprised
to think he was so near Trench's head
quarters. Suddenly the idea came Ia
him that there might be some signili
cance in the close proximity of the lit
tie house occupied by O'Briep's aunt
ard the political headquarters OF
Trench. :. there were none in Miss
Holcomb's actions.
He moved past the board fence
Over its top he could see a lighted
window in the rear of the club build
ing. and still another In the side Of the
little house.
Across the drawn shade of the for
mer shadow passed. returned and
halted. Kingsbury stopped. for the
figure of girl stood out plainly.
If 1t was Marjory Holcomb. as was
his first thought. he asked himsel
how she could have reached the room
But before such a question came the
meaning in the actions of man wht
suddenly threw up the sash In the dor
mer-window OF the cottage.
Stepping back. Tom gained heavj
shadow and waited. The window
from which the man peered was dark
| but the meaper outline of the face wa.