The Kennewick courier-reporter. [volume] (Kennewick, Wash.) 1914-1938, 1933-11-30

THEY had been married six
l. months to the very day Peggy
wasn't sentimental about anniver-
saries. She didn't expect candy or
flowers. She wasn't even much dis
appointed when Don forgot the
date entirely-but to have him
choose that particular evening to
talk to her so dreadfully. and in
front of all their friends, was real
ly too much!
"Jeepers Don had said. Haven't
you even brains enough to return
lead? If you can't learn to play
bridge. why not admit II and quit? ?"
Well. she had quit; she'd left not
only the bridge party but Don him
self several miles away. Peggy gave
vicious push to the accelerator of
her blue roadster and swung on
two wheels round the corner into
! Park drive
Early the next morning. Miss
Vera Stern, starting on her daily
trip to the meat market for Tod
dies chOp-bOnes, paused before the
closed door of an apartment on the
floor below her own. Usually at
this hour burst of singing and the
clatter of dishes announced to
passers-by that the pretty little
red-haired bride" was on the job
"Not that I'm curious" she was
soon explaining to plump Mrs
Griggs at tn" corner grocery. "You
know never pry into other PEG
pies affairs-but it did seem very
queer to me, very queer. indeed. !
went around to the courtyard and
looked up and every window was
shut tight. And there was this pc
cuIiar odor. II somehow suggested
a hospital TO me. but it wasn't
ether
"ChlOroform?"
That's it. Yes. I'm sure that
was it. Don't burglars use chloro-
form?" .-....
Eyes. they do. Or sometimes
people kill themselves with it. But
you say they seemed quite happy?"
"Oh. very happy! Just bride and
groom. you know. And she was
such a pretty little thing. with love
ly red hair. Oh. dear. what do you
think I'd better do?" .-
DO? Well. of course your JAM
tor would have passkey, but
don't really believe . Oh. my
goodness. there's the trolley com,
mgr
Decidedly out Of breath, Mrs.
Griggs sank into the seat nearest
the trolley door and discovered its
other occupant to be friend of
her younger sisters. They fell
into casual conversation. to which
the older woman. after a time. con
tributed the story she had jus.
heard
Don Biddle looked up from his
desk, annoyed by the chatter of the
filing clerks inside the next parti
ton. He half rose from his chair
to ask for quiet. overheard some
one say 1.-THE Park Court Apart
ments" and sank back to listen.
"Do go on. Elsie It's like hear
ing a newspaper story before il
comes out
Only don't know the end. Any
way this young couple had been lis
ing there for six months. and the!
seemed crazy about each other, she
said-which doesn't sound like sui
eide. But all the doors and win
dows were shut tight and stuffed
round the edges with rags, and bur
glars wouldn't do that. Then there
was this terrible smell of choloro
form, simply overpowering. and no
answer to all their pounding on the
door,"
"My heaven. girls what ails
Mr.. Biddle?
.."He's been acting queer all morn
ing and now he's dashed off with
out his coat or hat ]"
At almost the same moment, In
downtown tea room. plump matron
suddenly exclaimed to her bosom
friend: My dear, do look at that
girl. Tearing out as though the
place was on fire." "
"She was listening to you," re-
marked the even plumper friend.
placidly slipping frosted chocolate.
And when You said Park Court
Apartments she just jumped out
of her chair"
So it happened that Don Biddle
and his new and very red-headed
wife fell into each others arms at
the door of certain very much
talked-of apartment. 4
ooh darling. darling-l was
brute!' 3. T. =
"Dearest-I was a perfect little
fool. | drove out to mothers for
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