The West Virginian. [volume] (Fairmont, W. Va.) 1914-1974, 1920-07-09
CONFESSIONS
OF A BRIDE
lcopyrieht, 1s:U.)
/ strlk. a New Clue Toward
FlndIna the One VINO sho: Ives.
lcopyrisht, 1900

OF each waS q new Set VI V!@euSS
lof women who had given NORMA
ton to the police or TO The prose,
cutor. Most Of those INTERCEPTED
tina; day had been employees In
Ives establishment. All Of them
made charming newspaper "art.
| By the time We reached ner
house Ann had stopped sobbins.
We left her after she exacteo
from me a promise TO return TO
dine and to stay all night.
To my surprise, Morrison enter
ed my own house with me.
"Just a minute more Of your
| time. Mrs. Lorimer, he said. Its
about Bob want to talk"
"That awful little man down IN
the prosecutors otfice!!" cried.
Exactly" said Morrison. We've
got to satisfy him"
Never did |, Jane Lorimer. ex-
pect TO ConfiGe TO any human being
any story about my qaarres with
my husband, But before knew it,
| ! had detailed 10 Morrison. IN a
mad rush OF words, the entire &C.
count Of my late domestic unpleas-
(! antness. ! even showed him the
letter Bob had LEI: on my desk.
Morrison handed II back 10 me
with:
Destroy it, Mrs. Bob!
Why.
He ran a finger along one line:
| read:
shot. and some one will do It, iome
day." :,
though only a mere comment. New
ertheless i burned the letter
ats a shame-a blamed shame
10 let you in for all this, said Nor
risoIl, "but YOU can see that | have
got to prove to the big guy down
town that Bob had a perfectly prop !,
er reason for being away iron.
home all night before the murder
and for getting out Of town imme-
| diately aiterward."
Its far easier to talk TO you
about It than to any one else. Mr..
! Morrison. And now-will you cali
off your men? You said they encir-
cled the place you know"
Where's your phone?" be asked,
While Morrison phoned, pick
ed I'm the papers. The information
about Ives cleaned by the police
nat day didn't seem to be very
important. but the art" was cer-
tainly a big find. Most Of the WON
en- employed in Ives decorating
business were even more decorativ
than his stock. The head seam
stress made a corking good pic
ture. Minetta Briggs was a force
mi person, one could see from her
face, q woman who possessed re-
markable executive qualities. She
was merely the superintendent OF
the curtain and drapery makers,
but she looked like an opera queen.
ives had many love afiairs-oa.
never one with a homely woman
said said myself to myself. Zone could
sur1niss, from Minetta Briggs PIC
We" sYonr guard has gone, Mrs. Bob"
| said Morrison, coming back rom
the phone. rive Just wired jim
about the load in the gul'. Now !
wait! 1t wasn't a society wo::
man who shot Ives. Too afraid OF
scandal, Too much to part with.
I'm a woman case, look for the one
who has nothing at all to lose. one
who has sacrificed everything for
the sake Of a lover. That's woman
psychology, Mr.. Morrison"
! picked up the paper and showed
him the picture Of Minetta Briggs.
"A woman like that
might have fired the gum"
Morrison finished my sentence.
"The man made love 10 pretty
women only; it isn't likely that he
missed this chance. He was TOO
wise to flirt with the head seam
stress in his own shop. Very re-
spectacle place, was his establish
ment. But look at this picture
impulsive, primitive, and jealousy"
by GEORGE" exclaimed Morri-
son. "By George! ] intended TO cali
! on the old man" tmeaning Daddy
! LorimerD. "But-can you drive
me down town at once, Mrs. Lori
mer? You've hit It, my dear child.
I'll bet m record on it,
A might letter" arrived the me- .
morning Ann and l were bres :
fasting in a shady corner of her
secluded terrace when the yellow
missiye came. Jim wired:
Gun not loaded. Remember be-
cause I didn't have another clin"
There! Such a fuss about nott.e
ing!" pouted Ann.
It vas so like her! She was eth:
er a fool or a little witch. ! closed
nv lips and leve!ed straight hard
glance at her. Then ! took up the
| yellow paper. Why try TO teach
Ann anything? II she hadn't learned
from the experiences Of he last
two days, il she couldn't draw her
own lesson about the ADVANTAGES
/ Of applying a little common sense
| to her affairs, my feeble advice and
admonition would never help her.
l wen, on reading Jim's wire:
"Am coming home. Am giving up
my commission"
you've put a crimp in your nus,
bands career as an aviator" !
said, "lts an ill-wind-you kno'
the rest Mother will simply love
YOU for Il. She never could coax
Jim to leave the flying game. a
| biz family reunion is one by-prod:
net Of your late adventure. And
the next ls-that you and ! are go
ing to settle down to houSekeep-