Estacada progress., May 13, 1915, Image 3

Groceries
A full line of seasonable ¡?oods
alwovs on hand
Monopole Peanut Butter in bulk
Nice and fresh at 15c per pound
Highest Cash price paid for fresh E ggs
Dry Goods
See our new line of Dry Goods,
Shots and Notions
A
new shipment this week of ladies
and misses Low Shoes and
Mary Jane Slippers
If we havent what you want
let us order it for you
W e need your trade, you need our goods
“The Quality Grocers”
W aterbury & Chapm an
Estacada,
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Oregon
FREE
$ 50 . Stove
Saturday, May 15th, 2:30 P.M.
(Get your tickets together and be here)
Rugs
$7. to $18.75
Matting Rugs
9 x 9 $3.25
9 x 1 2 $3.50
Linoleum
50c per sq. yd. and up.
Estacada Furniture Co.
U ndertakers
$2. a day.
$10. a week
Hotel Estacada
Modern Conveniences
One of the most delightful Resorts
on the Coast
Local and Tourist Trade Solicited
Don’t Get The Idea
that our Stationery Stock is lim­
ited to writing paper.
We
sell
everything from pencils to carbon
paper in the stationery line.
t>tacad<i Pharm acy
T he R exall S tore
uim .Nome folks i Know or would be
glad enough to have i t ”
I was certain it was Jennie Brice’s
coat. Inn tlie maker's name had been
ripped out
With Molly holding oue
arm and I the other we took it to Mr
Radley's door and knocked H e aliened
it. grumbling
"1 have asked you not to interrupt
me." he said, with his pen iu his hand
His eyes fell on the coat. "W h a t’s
that?” he asked, changing color.
"I think It's Mrs Radley's fu r coat.”
By
I said
He stood there looking at It and
thinking. T h en . " I t can’t be hers.” he
'Í, C o p y r ig h t. 1013, b y th e B o b b s-
suld. ' She wore hers when she went
M e r r lll Com pany
aw ay.”
••perhaps she dropped It iu the
w ater.
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He looked at me and smiled "And
j why would she do that?” lie asked
•‘ W here did you Hee him first?"
l mo- kingly. "Was It out o f fashion?”
•*By the Ninth street bridge '
I "T h at's Mrs Radley's ««yit.” l per­
"D id you hail him?”
“ He hu w luy light and hailed ine. I sisted. but Molly Maguire Jerked it
was making fast to a eoul barge after from me and started away. He stood
there looking at uie and sm lllug iu ills
one o f my ropes luid busted."
nasty way
**You threw the line to him there?**
"T ills exciteuieut is telling on you.
“ No. sir.
He tried to work lu to
shore
i ran »long River avenue to Mrs Pitman." lie said eoohy. "Y ou 're
I tielow the S ix til street bridge. He got too emotional for detective work.”
pretty close in there and I threw him Then he went iu and shut the door
When I went downstairs Molly Mu
a rope He was about done up."
guire was waiting In the kitchen aud
••Would you know him again?’*
had the audacity to ask me if I
*'Yes, ^ir. He g :i'v me $."• and said
thought tlie cout needed a new lining!
to sa.\ nothinu about it
He didn't
It was «»u Monday evening that tlie
want tiny body to know tie had been
strangest event iu years happened to
Mich a fool."
me I went to my sister’s house! And
They took him quietlv upstairs then tlie fact that 1 was admitted at a side
and let him look through the peri- entrance made it even stranger. It
happened this way:
acope. H e ideutilied Mr. L id ley abso
lutely.
Sup|»er was over, and I was «Meaning
When Tim and Mr. tí raves had gone up. when an automobile came to the
Mr. Holcombe and i were left alone ill door. It was Alm a's car. T h e chauf­
tlie kitchen.
Mr. Hoicomlie leaned feur ga ve me a note:
bear Mrs I ’ltnmn—1 am not at all well
over and patted I'eter as tie lay iu his
unci very anxious. Will you come to see
basket.
me at once? M> mother Is out to dinner,
" W e ’ve got him. old boy," he said
and 1 am alone The car will bring you
LID A HARVEY
"T h e chain is just about cúmplele. Cordially,
I put on my best dress at once and
H e'll never kick you again
Hulf the
Hut Mr. Holvomtie was w rong—pot got info the limousine
I
ubout kicking I ’eter. although 1 don't neighborhood was out watching.
I believe Mr. L id le y ever did tiiat again, team’d hack In tile uph«»lstered seat,
fairly quivering witli excitement This
but iu thinking we had him.
was Alm a's «‘ur; that was Alum's card
1 washed that next i u o ning. Mou
day. but ail the time i was rubbing . case: the little clock had her mono
Even tlie flowers iu the
and starching and huiig.ug out my gram on it
mind was with Jeuuie Brice.
The dower holder, yellow tulips, reminded
sight o f .Molly M aguire next door at me o f Alma, a trifle showy, tint good r«»
(lie window rubbing and brushing at look iit And l was going to her house
I was not taken to rhe main en
tlie fur coat «lily made things worse.
At noon when the Maguire young­ I trance, but to a side door. The queer
sters cuine home from school i (trilled : dreamlike feeling was still there. In
Tom my, tin youngest, into the kit* hen this hark hall, relegatfe«! from tile more,
conspicuous part of the «louse, there
with the promise o f a doughnut.
"1 see your mother has a new fur were even pie«-es o f furniture from the
• »Id home, and my father's picture in an
coat.” I said, with the plate o f dough
nuts just beyond his reach
oval gilt fram e hung over my head
I
"Y e s ’in .**
had not seen a picture o f tiim fur twen­
ty years
I went over snd touched it
“ She didn’t buy it?”
**Sbe dldu t buy it. Say. Mrs Pit- gently.
••Father, fath er!” I said
mini, gimme that doughnut.”
Cinder it was the tall hall chair that |
“ Oh. so tlie coat washed In!"
“ Xo'ui. l*ap found it down by the had climbed over as a child and bad
imint ou a cuke o f ice
He thought it stood on many times to see m yself iu
the mirror above. The chair was newly
was a dog. and rowed out fur it.”
Well. 1 hadn t wanted the coat, as finished and looked file better for its
far as that goes; I'd uianaged well age
I glanced In the «»Id glass. The
enough without fill’s for twenty years «•hair had stood tim e better than 1. 1
or more. Hut it was a satisfaction to
was a middle aged woman, lined with
know that it had not floated into Mrs. poverty and « are. shabby, prematurely
Maguire's kitchen and spread itself at
gray, ii little hard. I had thought my
tier feet, as one may say. However.
father an «»Id mail when that picture
Unit was not the question after ail.
was taken. avid*how I was even older
The real issue was that If it was
"F a th er!” I whispered again and fell
Jennie Brice's coat and was found
to erving in the dimly lighted hall.
across tlie river on a cake o f ice. then
I I«1 h s*»nt for me at once I had only
one o f tw o things was certain: Either tim e to dry my eyes aud straighten my
Jennie B rices body wrapped iu the hat. Had 1 met Alm a ou the stairs I
coat liad been thrown into the water would have passed her without a word.
out Iu the current, or she herself, hop {She would uot have known me. But 1
lug to Incriminate her husband, bad > suw no oue.
flung her coat Into the river.
Rida was In bed
She was lying
I told Mr. Hohmuthe. and he Inter ! there w ilh a lose shaded lamp beside
view ed Joe Maguire that afternoon
her and a great bowl o f spring dowers
The upshot o f It Was that Tom m y bad ou a little stand at her elbow.
She
been correctly Informed. Joe hail w it­ sat up when 1 went in and had a muld
nesses who had lined up to see him place a chair for me beside the bed.
rescue a dog. and had beheld his re­
She looked very childish with her hair
turn In triumph with a wet and soggy
la a braid on the pillow, and her slim
fur coat. At 3 o ’clock Mrs. Maguire.
young arms aud throat bare.
Instructed by Mr. Graves, brought the
“ Pm so glad you came!” she said,
coat to me for identification, turning It
and would not be satlsded until the
about for my inspection, but refusing
light was Just right for my eyes and
to take her hands off It.
my coat unfastened and thrown open.
" I f her husband says to me that be
“ I'm not really ill.” she inform ed me.
wants it back, well and good.” she said
"but I don't give it up to uobodv but ••I'm—I ’ m Just tired and nervous, and
—and unhappy. Mrs. Pitman '
I The Case of
! Jennie Brice
!
I MARY ROBERTS R1IMFHART
“ I am sorry.** 1 said. I wanted to
lean over aud pat her hand, to draw
the covers around her aud mother her
a little—1 hud had no oue to mother
for so long—but 1 could uot
She
would have thought it queer aud (»re-
sumptuous—o r no. uot tbut. She was
too sweet to have thought thut
“ Mrs. Pitm an.” she said suddenly,
“ who was this Jennie Brice?”
| “ She was an actress. She uud her
husband lived at my house."
"\Vua she—was she beautiful*'”
; “ W ell.” 1 said slowly. " I never
thought o f th a t She was handsome.
In a large w ay.”
| "W a s she young?”
“ Yes. Tw enty-eight or so.”
"T h a t isu't very young.” she said,
looking relieved. "B u t I don't think
men like very young women. Do you?”
” 1 know one win» does.” 1 said, smil­
ing. } But site sat up in bed suddenly
und looked at me with her d ear, child­
ish eyes
| ” 1 don't want him to like me.” she
flushed, " l - i want him to hate me.
"Tut. tilt! You want nothing of the
sort.”
"M rs Pitman.” she said. " I sent for
I you because I'm nearly crazy. Mr.
I Howell was a friend o f that woman.
H e has acted like a maniac since she
! disappeared
H e doesn't coin»» to see
me. lie has given up his work on tin*
paper, and I saw him today <»n the
street he looks like a ghost ”
That put me t<> thinking.
" l i e might have been a friend.” I
admitted, "although as far as 1 know
he was uever »it the house but «m< e.
aud then he saw Dotli o f tli**iii "
( •‘ When was that?”
I “ Sunday morning, tlie day before she
disappeared They w ere arguing some­
thing ”
C H A P T E R VIM.
IiE looked ut me attentively.
"You know more than you
are telling me. Mrs. Pitman.”
she said. “ You d<> you think
Jennie Brice is dead and that Mr
Howell knows—who did it?"
” 1 think she is dead, and I think pos-
sibly Mr. H owell suspects who did it
j H e does uot know, or he would have
I told the |H»lice.”
"Y ou do not think he was—was in
love with Jennie Brice, do you?”
“ I ’ m certain o f that.” I said. “ H e is
very much iu love with a foolish girl,
who ought to huve more faith in him
than she has.”
She colored a little and smiled at that,
hut tlie next moment site was sitting
forward, tense and questioning again
" I f that is true. Mrs. Pitm an.* she
said, "w h o was tlie veiled woman he
met ttint Monday morning at daylight
and took a» ross the bridge to Pitts­
burgh? I believe it was Jennie Biice
I f it was u«»t. who was it?”
" I don’t believe lie to«»k any woman
across the bridge at tiiat hour Who
says he did?”
"U ncle Jim saw him
He had been
playing cards all night at <»ne o f tlie
clubs and was walking home. H e says
In* met Mr Howell fa«*e to fa« e aud
spoke to him. T h e wmnaii was tall and
veiled Uncle Jim sent for him a day
or tw o later, and he refused t<* e x ­
plain
Then they forbade hitu the
house. Mamma objected to him any­
how. and he only « ame on sufferance
He is a college man o f good fam ily, hut
without any money at all save what he
earns. And uow” -
I had had some young newspaper
men with me. and 1 knew what they
got
They w ere nice boys, but they
made $l.r> a week. I'm afraid I smiled
a little as I looked around the room.
With Its gray grass cloth walls, its toi­
let table spread with Ivory and gold
and the maid in attendance In her
bladk dress and white apr«»n. collar
und cuffs. Even the little nightgown
LldH was wearing would have taken a
week's salary or more. She ta w my
smile.
“ It wae to be his chance.” she said.
“ I f he made good be was to have some­
thing better. My Uncle Jim owns the
paper, and he promised me to help
him. But” -
T o be continued.