Montana oil and mining journal. [volume] (Great Falls, Mont.) 1931-1953, 1938-06-11
They Met Murder on the Way
By BELLoc LowNDEs

Copyright, 1888: BY Marie Belize Lowndesl
Published BY Special Advancement with The
Chicago- Tribune-New York News syn
dicate, Inc.
/ IN THREE PARTS-PART ONE
A S rosy-cheeked, brown-haired
~ Annie Dove hurried along the
"a broad High Street Of WaIIertOn
4 4 AOn q june late afternoon, it
would not have occurred TO any
Of the prosperous tOwnsf0lk to have
thought her lot in life I'm any way
enviable. For one thing she was an
! orphan, and those Of the people who
knew her In that English country town
were aware that her home was with
her grandmother, In q village nearby.
Also some Of them might have remem-
bered that when her mother died, six
years ago, "she had taken on some
thing awful"
Even now, though she kept this fact
20 herself, she sometimes seemed to
hear her mothers voice sounding in
her ear, and then her lips would CULVER,
and tears would come into her eyes.
Yet she had happy, cheerful, oblig-
ing nature, and lately she had made
friends with boy, who took her most
Saturdays to the movies.
Annie was IL, and had been for four
months hired girl to DR.. and Mrs
Cheam. Her post was not a pleasant
one, for Mrs. Cheam was a mean and
nagging woman, but Annie had become
so fondly devoted to three year-old |
Mark Cheam, that she meant to stick it /
out for at any rate year.
The house for which she was bound 1
was called The Red House It was
over hundred years old, and just now
the mellowed brick front was almost
entirely covered with punches of wis
taria blossom.
Au rit4- Il l.
locked, the girl turned the latch key
OF the front door; and she was tiptoe-
ing along the hall, for the dining room
was open, when she suddenly heard
Mrs. Cheam utter her name in queru-
louS pitched voice, THAT Annie Dove
sleeps so sound, that sometimes Won
der she ever wakes up at all"
Poor Anniel She blushed to the roots
Of her soft brown hair. 1t was true !
that she was a sound sleeper, and on
Two occasions she had been awakened ,
oy her mistress coming into the room
and giving her a good shake But now J
ihe had an alarm clock, so she was
never late, and she always knew the
line of the day.
"She's the best girl we've had since :
Mark was born, Florence, and she :
the child very cleverly." It :
vas the doctor speaking this time.
innocent Annie Dove had become n
cry fond OF DR.. Cheam, for he was !,
blessed or cursed with that gift of
or charm, call it what you
7ill, which causes most of the women 9.
rought in contact with him to like a
1an, ay, and sometimes more than
Ike him
AS the young maid passed the dining
pom door, she heard Mrs. Cheam OBJ
srve, in a tart tone, II suppose that
hone call just now was from Mrs.
'ingle?" There came the sharp an
yer: 'Of course not; she's perfectly
ell, now" Then what was her excuse
n ringing you up this morning?
card her"
Annie hated hearing her employer
I'D his nlissus rowing each other, as
Re put it. The girl who had been there
fore had delighted In their quarrels
Id now and again some woman when
irving Annie in a shop would say,
ggling, "The doctor and Mrs. Cheam ar
'es on something awful, don't they2 ev
I'D it's all her fault, for he's as meek in
lamb, poor man." in
Two or three minutes later, as she clC
ing up her hat behind the kitchen Ia
or, she couldn't help again hearing at
lat the husband and wife were say re-
8, for they had come out into the de
II. "You might as well tell me where ga
u're going this evening" tul