New Britain herald., 1924-03-28
Don't let's talk of it any more" he

Don't let's talk of it any more" he said soothingly. "1ell me again about that woman from the wreck who got in here and took those clothes of poor Sallie's."
 She did not mean 10 steal them, Michael, for one Of the two fifty dollar bills she left under the card on the dresser would've more than bought them new, an Sallie would be the first to give them to her an not take a cent, may God rest her! There's little to tell about the strange woman, mo not seein' hide nor hair of her. but twas only a few minutes after the crash, when tho wreck had first caught Ire. that Ilse Thorkinsen seen her come staggerin' in the back door here with singed blanket wrapped like a shawl over her head an all round her. an guess what ever else she'd had on must ha' been burnt or tore off her for she left nothin' behind her here. except that blanket. She was carryin' fine black travelin' bag though. Ilse says. an she must have let herself out the front door after dressin' up. for I found it unlocked, after. That's all I know. Michael. They'd brought me home tearin' me hair an wailin' like n banshee, an I'd Ina thought to go near Sallie's room If hadn't smelt somethin' like wool smoulderin' an it struck me maybe spark had come in the windey an caught the card on the dresser, an the blanket a fine mess on the floor where the woman had been thoughtful enough to pour a pitcher of water over it, thanks bel"
 seems funny, Ma: her not waiting to find out who lived here and thank them for what she'd taken" Mike observed.
 "or even for cup Of tea, poor thing, She must ha' been needin' it bad, an heaven knows she was well come to 1t! Ma Brennan sighed. "'Twas only after-after I'd found Sallie an everything was over, whilst the neighbors was helpin' mo ready up the house for the funeral am I'd leave no one touch that room but myself, | that thought 10 see what the strange woman had helped herself to-
 What had she taken?" Mike per sisted. Are you sure you noticed l everything that was gone?"
 Didn't I know every stitch the | poor child had?" Ma Brennan re- torted. Twas just underwear, an good pair O black silk stockings. an | the black patent leather sandals with | the one heel loose; do you mind | them, Michael?"
 He nodded without speaking and | she went on:
 "The waist was a new little white | silk one that you'd never seen but it l was last years brown cloth suit that | shed put on her. an the little brown | hat with the buttercups round the crown That was all except the one | pair O white gloves that sallie was ssvin' for Easter an a remnant O Georgette crepe she's bought to make | a rash Of last year an never used"
 What's this Georgette stuff,' Ma? What color wos it?"
 "Whatever do ye want 10 knows for?" She stopped her monotonous rocking to stare at him. Sure, 'tis | not like ye. Michael. to begrudge the tnlhES tO V poOF pOdf III Httut lHouEH I s'pose ye feel that twas sacri1ege a1-' most for a stranger to be touclin' Sallie's belongin's nowi The Geor- gette @as briwn an thin like a veil. an it was as veil she wore it, I'm l Maybe her face was burnt, I dunno. 1 ascked Freida Schmidt | about it for she seen her come in, too, but she'd caught no good look at her. bein' as she had her head all covered. like"
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