The Waterbury Democrat. [volume] (Waterbury, Conn.) 1917-1946, 1935-06-14

and the older man looked back
aprehensively.
"she amt got q bit o. business
In there" the boy said humbly.
How we goin' to stop herr"
Clarence wanted to know.
Sally went through bureau
drawers like a whirlwind. The
neat, plain, bare chamber did not
AFFORD many hiding places. A bed,
tidily made up. with q mended
white spread, q common oak chest
OF drawers, a wardrobe with one
Of the old-fashioned doors swing
ing wide--she went through them
all.
There was little enough. There
was pitifully little. A handful OF
old letters with the postmark of
a little town in a western state.
A thick, clumsy old gold watch.
A button box.
Sally riffled through the letters.
The stable boy came to the door
to stare at her.
You 80 away Tips" she said
Grossly. Don't you bother me.
This Is my business"
Amt Nobody got any right
buttin' into Mister Michaers pri-
vate things" he said stubbornly.
But he dared not interfere. After
all, she was the girl hts employer
had been engaged to marry.
Clarence had shuffled out into
the kitchen. You could hear him
rafting pots and pans and setting
down the cups with angry gusto.
Sally paid no attention to all this.
She had come with a determine
ton to 80 through Michaels be-
longings, to see II she could find
any clue to his Disappearance.
She fiounced. into the living room
after q busy five minutes, q small
bundle in her hand.
Tips watched her go, open.
mouthed. His father came out
OF the kitchen to ask him, "That
her car goin' away?"
That's It," Tips shifted, going
into Michael's room and picking
up a cushion Sally had dropped
In her haste. "She sure made q
mess of this here place. She sure
is a big-talking young lady, Miss
Moon"
Herr" Clarence uttered con-
temptuously. "Ain't no Moons
ever goin' to come high-tonin' me.
I know EN-"
She taken away a lot Of stuff
Of Mist Michael's," Tips offered
hesitantly. Letters and SUCH"
Clarence grinned, an old mans
wide, sly grin. His lips were
stretched anonymously wide.
"She did, huh?'
Eyes, suh" The stable boy was
emphatic. Looks like Mist Mich.
ael run away from her while the
runnin' was good. What you
think about it?"
His father lifted his shoulders
In an eloquent shrug. boy, I
amt mindin' nobody's business"
You think we better stay on
while?" Tips said.
"Where'd we go, anyways?"
Clarence demanded. You talk
crazy, sonny-boy. Course we're
stayin'. And, case that girl comes
back here lookin' some more, we
goin' to lock up this here place."
He turned the key in the lock
and went back to his leisurely
puttering among the kettles. Tips
wandered out into the stableyard,
fed the horses and idly swept up
some scattered hay. In the
kitchen, behind the red checked
curtains, an old man took out an
offlcial-looking paper and chuckled
over Il.
Here's somethin' that big
talkin' young lady amt goin' to
find," Clarence said to himself.
Cause got II first. An it's
Mist Michaels private business"
It was the marriage certificate
of Michael Heatheroe and Kath-
arine Strykhurst.
Sally rushed to her room and
opened the letters she had found
In Michaers bureau. They were not
very interesting letters. There were
several notes from the bank about
the mortgage. There was bill of
sale for a mare. There were one or