New-York tribune., 1921-04-11


BUFFALO, April 10-The police
found the manuscript of a story writ
ten by Roy Harris to-day while search
ing the effects of their prisoner, who is
held for investigation Of his more in
tercsting story of how he helped mur-
Ger Joseph Bovine Elwel. His wife,
Mrs. Jessie Walters Leonard referred
to the manuscript as "Roy's scenario, i"
The story follows:
you've hit the nail on the head AL
that's just what l cravo--an intro
duction to one who boasts of respecta-
bility. Pm sick and tired of vamping
the damsels," declared Hugh Palmer,
with all the sincerity that was within
him.
"Well, then, Hughey, to morrow we'll
take run down to Peabcdy's-he'll be
glad to see us. | know, especially sine.
l haven't seen him for six or seven
months; and when you meet his little
daughter, Pansy, why, your desires will
have been realized" replied Bill Todd.
Todd passed the perfectos, and in the
cloud of smoke that came therefrom
Hugh could see the picture at last, his
desired acquaintance with "one who
boasted of responsibility"
Palmer had come to New York from
business interests there. He had met
Todd at the university out in Seattle
two years previous, a stanch COM
panionship having been formed there,
and naturally as soon as he alighted
from the Western Limited telephone
booth was Immediately visited, and
after calling every Todd among the
subscribers on the telephone, finally
succeeded in locating his party.
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Since Palmer's arrival, three weeks
ago, Todd and he resumed their old in
innate companionsllip, both leasing an
devoted every effort possible toward
making his friend from the West enjoy
himself.
Every night saw them in one of the
lodges of the theatres, and later at a
table of one of ths midnight roof pro-
ductions. The inevitable has occurred
Palmer eventually became acquainted
with Mildred of the varieties, Dolly of
the Revue, and Phyllis, the petite, the
turned out alike. The sky as the only
limits in life.
Back in Seattle Palmer had left little
Retty, and more than once since COM
ing to the gay metropolis his thoughts
wandered back to her and that bunga-
low on the ocean front where they had
so often drawn sketches of the future
together.
The following morning Bob and Hugh
were seated in the smoker of the
suburban express bound for Carlisle,
Peabody's country abode. Their desti-
nation being reached, they were greet
ed by Mr.. Peabody himself After
warm. sincere welcome Peabody led
the way to his waiting limousine
"W Wonderful scenery" remarked
Hugh, not allowing one unimportant
building or simple little garden he
passed by go unheeded.
"Quite different from the West, eh 2"
asked Peabody.
mot a great deal, Mr.. Palmer. Of
course, the scenery Of the East at
tracts me as the Western sights would
an Fastener who had never been out
there before" Hugh replied
The palatial home of Carlisle Pea
body was now in view as the car
climbed the hill.
"This is my place." spoke Peabody
proudly.
"a beauty" remarked Hugh.
At the driveway canopy Mr.. P. dis
missed the chauffeur. and he, Bob and
Hugh, entered the house.
Tapestries and Everything
1he Ferslan rugs on the floor, the
imported jardinicres and the exquisite
tapestries within brought forth no
comment from Hugh.
The home of the Palmers in Seattle
cqualled any other either in construc-
tion or furnishings in the country.
man servant in livery assisted the
trio to remove their discarded apparel,
and Peabody instructed the former, to
summon Mrs. P. and his daughter, Che
apple Of his eye.
Mrs. Peabody and Pansy responded
Immediately.
Quite natural that Hugh's eyes were