Evening capital. [volume] (Annapolis, Md.) 1922-1981, 1922-12-01
BY WOMAN'S WIT
BLOUSE HELEN GOODHUE

had for days as | drove home. and
M 10Y was increased by finding a
note from Agnes awaiting me on my
return.
had not seen her since the mar
der for. as the papers took pains to
announce, owing to a severe nervous
breakdown She was not present
Leonard Whitmore's funeral. / wa
therefore, not prepared for the chang
which had taken place in her. and !
saw to my great distress that the gem
tie color had left her face, while Il
blue eyes were sad with an unspea'
able sorrow. Was it sorrow for the
loss of her lover only. or fear of he
brothers guilt. l determined to find
out.
1T was very good of you to come"
she greeted me, when in answer tt
her letter | presented myself at her
house that same evening Il wanted
to talk TO someone about--everything
and as you are my best, my onl-
friend now" She led the way te
the sittingroom whore big divan haS
been drawn in front of a blazing loe
fire. I followed. walking on air. TO.
in her trouble she had thought OF me
Her best friend-well. | must live u
to the trust and perhaps
mo one will speak to me about i
not even Mother she said settIin
herself among the cushions, with tn,
flowers | always brought her place
in vase on a nearby table She
looked so small, so frail, as she g.
there. her eyes unnaturally bright b,-
not with tears, for hers was a sor-
row that did not give vent in tears
PLEASE talk to me. In spite of VIII
the doctor says, Il think it does one
good to discuss things. 1t takes part
of the load from your heart"
Jack will be home tomorrow"
informed her. Il managed to get him
off on bond There is really nothing
to worry about as far as he is con-
cerned. They can't possibly convict
on so little evidence. It is all cir
cumstantial; all except his visit to
Leonard. Somehow l cannot think
that he did-dit IT,. finished hastily
not wishing to allude directly to tn
crime. "No, ] don't believe hin
guilty" was repaid ten-fold for my
assurance by the glance of gratitude
she shot me from under her lashes
We talked for perhaps fifteen MN
utes more on this subject. Not thai
+ manfad m dicaucc tha IN, a. tar with
her, but she led me on, asking in
Vulnerable questions. until | was
often hard put to reply without hurt
ing her Strange to say, the longe-
we talked the stronger she appeared
and occasionally the color would fias
back into the pale cheeks, or was
merely the reflection from the fire?
who could have wished to take his
life?" she unused refiectively. "He
was so strong, and loyal. and upright
always ready to give helping hand
to his friends. Who could have
wished his death? l am sure he ha6
no enemies, no man so good and
right as he could have" Her hands
were toying with a little gold locke
about her neck, gift from Leonard
years ago. Let me show you some
thing" she said. and pressing a tiny
spring, she held it out to me.
Smiling out from the depths of t
locket was the face of Leonard VIII
more, taken at the time of his college
days. There was the same black
hair high forehead and firm mont
that l had known so we'll; the same
captivating boyish smile that had wol
the hearts of many women during the
forty years of his life. From the
locket / glanced to one of his latesi
pictures placed in similar position
on the mantel to the one of Agnes ove
our fireplace at home. There was the