The Waterbury Democrat., 1932-04-18

CucchiuG tuc Au8ttthtHt1t <ttStote 2 they'll be sure but his suicide when he thought Ned been trapped beaM out the story. Yesterday the police here had tip to pick up Fergus ur on suspicion of homicide. They were going to Mrs Harrowgate's place last night did go in fact must have got the information to him.
 "He knew---he knew!" Ellen came through the door that he was a hunted man."
 ..He was a. wicked man as well, ! of your sympathy"
 'I know"
 Tears were in Ellen's eyes. The
 The police will be here to talk matter-o fact tone. They'll want
 What did you say?'
 only twice in your life" Symes stated firmly. "once as the guest of Mir Barclay, his former em- Es of Mrs Harrowgate. I told them. that Fergus sought you out as the isst desperate impulse of desper- ate man, hoping you'd lend him enough money to get away"
 Then they needn't know why he thought I'd let him have the money?" Ellen faltered.
 They needn't know anything ' Symes assured her in relief. "Fer- gus is dead and the case is closed. I'lf admit I had to pull a few strings to make my own appearance on the scene plausible-but I pulled them and the thing is ended. You have nothing to be afraid of, Ellen --nothing."
 Nothing except my own con- science" the girl reminded him. Then she added ill slow, halting voice, "Will you mail this note as you go out, please? It's to Larry"
 Three days passed. three wretch ed days for Ellen. Fergus was bur jed, and his suicide was written down as another victory for the law. Police and reporters came no more to Pine street. On the third morning Molly and Myra and El- len were gathered in the kitchen where Fergus had spent the last desperate moments of his life. Ii was different room to-day, warm, cheerful and pulsing with life and domestic activity. i,,
 Ellen sat at the scared porcelain table. gazing through checked ging ham curtains at the white world outside. Myra, busily smelling peas, was sitting on a low stool beside her. The elder sister's head rested against the younger girls knee. Molly was at the stove, trying her tnexpert hand at a new dish of to- matoes. eggs and rice.
 It was a peaceful scene with no hint of discord except the cloud on Molly Rossiter's brow and the moody listlessness of Ellen's pose.
 i've never heard of anything SC silly in my life." Molly declared spiritedly. Why you should put Larry off now and be upset and wretched when that miserable mans death seems to have settled everything is beyond me. Simply beyond mel"
 Ellen did not reply.
 I've told you a thousand times" the girl answered lifelessly, 'I told him that for a month I'd rather not see him. that there was something I wanted first to decide in my own mind. You know what want to decide. The fact that Fergus il dead has nothing to do with it."
 "As was saying" Molly re. sumed, energeticAily stirring tn, mixture on the stove, 'I can't SC, that there's anything to decide. I'm whole things ended. Symes tolt you so and we've all told you so By writing that letter you've prob ably succeeded in making Larr, think you're plain crazy"
 "Oh let Ellen alone mother, Myra intervened! i.ls !,
 She set her bowl upon the floor reached out for Ellen's hand and cradled it beneath her own chin The younger girls face shadowed with memory.
 Poor Fergus, she whispered.
 "I don't feel sorry for him. Molly said sharply. "A murderer a blackmailer and heaven knows what else!" %
 II didn't mean that feel really sorry for Fergus himself," Ellen said. "It's just the idea of there being people in the world like Fer gus-people who have to live and die so Ineanly." ~-s
 T can't be so impersonal!" Myra declared. tits you I'm worried about, honey. Mother and I want you to be happy. You've earned the right to your share of happi- ness.and ever since this thing hap. pened you've been like one of the dead yourself" H ,f
 Its no use -"Ellens began thickly.
 Tears filled her eyes. She arose suddenly and walked from the room. Myra and Molly exchanged glances but they did not follow.
 (To Be COncluded)