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»nice that time three men had made
inquiries about the woman iu question.
One had a pointed vainlyke beard; the
second, from a description. 1 funded
must have been Mr. 0 raves.
The
third, without doubt, was Mr. Howell.
Eliza Shaeher said that this last man
had seemed half frantic. | brought
her a photograph of Jennie Brice as
“ Topsy” ami another one as “ Juliet.”
She said there was a resemblance, but
it ended there. But of course, as Mr.
Grave» had said, by the time an actress
gi is her photograph retouched to suit
her it doesn’t particularly resemble
her. And unless 1 had known Jennie
Brice myself I should hardly have
recognized the pi tims.
Well, in spite of all that, there seem
ed no doubt that Jennie Brice had
been living three days after her dis
appearance and that would clear Mr.
Lad ley. But what had Mr. Howell to
do with it all? Why had he not told
the poli e of the letter from Horner?
Or about the woman on the bridge?
Why had Mr. Bronson, who was likely
the man with the pointed beard, said
nothing about having traced Jennie
Brice to Horner?
I did as 1 thought Mr. Holcombe
would have wish d me to do. 1 wrote
down «in a clean sheet of note paper
all that Eliza Shaetfer said—the de
scription «»f the black and white dress,
the woman’s height and the rest—and
then I look her to the courthouse,
i hicks and all. and she told her slory
there to one of the assistant d strict
attorneys.
The young man was interested, but
not convinced. He had her story taken
down and she signed it.
He was
sin Ling as lie bowed us out. 1 turned
iu the doorwuy.
“ This will free Mr. Ladley. I sup
pose?” I asked.
“ Not Just yet.” he said pleasantly.
“ This makes ju>t eleven places where
Jennie Brice spent the first three days
after her death."
“ But I call positively identify the
dress.“
“ My good woman, that dress has
been described to the lu-t »tilled arch
and colonial Volute In every newspaper
in the United States!”
That evening the newspapers an
nounced that during a conference ut
the jail between Mr. Ladley and James
Br«»usou. bu.sLjcss manager at the
Liberty theater. Mr. Lad lev had at
tacked Mr. Bronson with a chair ami
almost brained li in
my motuer —she »topped and flushed.
“I would have written you from Ber
aiuda, but—my mother watched mi
correspondence, so I could not.”
No. I knew she could not. Alma had
| on«*e found a letter of mine to Mr.
Pitman. Very little es< aped Alma.
*T wondered If you hav* heard any
thing?” sfce asked.
“ I have heard nothing. Mr. Howell
wus here once, Just after 1 saw you.
do not believe he is In the city.
| “ Perhaps not, although—Mrs. P it
man, l believe he is in the city, hid
ing!”
“ Hiding! Why?”
” 1 don’t know. But last night I
thought I saw him below my window.
I opened the window, so if it were he
he could make some sign. But be
moved on without a word. Later, who
ever it wus came back. I put out my
light and watched. Some one stood
there, iu the shadow, until after 2 this
morning. Part of the time he was
looking up.”
“ Don’t you think, had It been he, he
would have sp«»ken when lie saw you?"
She shook her head. ‘ lie is in trou
ble." she said. " l i e has not beard
from me. and he—thinks I don’t cure
any more. Just look at me. Mrs. Pit
man. Do I look as If I don’t cure?”
She looked half killed, poor lamb.
“ He may be out of town searching
for a better position," I tried to com
fort her. “ He wants to have some
thing to offer more than himself.”
“ 1 only want him.*' she said, looking
at me frankly. “ 1 don’t know why I
tell you ull this, but you are so kind,
and 1 must talk to some one.”
She sat there iu the cozy corner tl>e
schoolteacher had made, with a por
tiere and some cushions, and I saw she
was ubout ready to break down and
cry. I went over to her and took her
hand, for she wus my own niece, al
though she didn’ t suspect it. .and 1 had
never had a child of my own.
But. after all. 1 could not help her
much. I could only assure her that he
would come buck ami expluin every
thing and that he was all right aud
that the last time I had seen him he
had spoken of her and had suid she
was “ the best ever.” My heart fairly
yearned over the girl, and I think she
felt it. for she kissed me shyly wheu
she was leaving.
With the newspaper files before me
it is not hard to give the details of that
sensational trial.
It commenced on
Monday, the 7th of May. but it was
late Wednesday when the jury was
finally selected. I was at the court
house early on Tnursdny. and so was
Mr. Reynolds.
The district nttorney made a short
speech. “ We propose, gentlemen, to
prove that the prisoner. Philip Ladley.
murdered his wife,” he said in part.
“ W e will show first that a crime was
committed; then we will show' a mo
tive for this crime, and finally we ex
pect to show that the body washed
ashore at Sewickley is the body of tbe
murdered woman and thus establish
lieyond doubt the prisoner’ll guilt."
Continued from list ifsue
any small town if I had wanted to
hide. 1 think 1 should have ¿rone
around the orner and taken a room in
my own neighborhood or have lost my
self in some large city.
It was that same day that since 1 did
not go to Horner Horner came to me.
The t>ell rain; about «1 o’clock, and 1
answered it myself, for with times
hard and only two or thiee roomers all
winter 1 had not had a servant except
Terry to do odd Jobs for some months.
There stood a fresh faced young: girl,
with a covered basket in her hand.
• Are you Mrs. PitmanV” she asked.
“ I don’t need anything today." I said,
tr.via r to shut the door. And ait that
minute something iu the basket cheep
ed. Young women selling poultry are
not common In our neighborhood.
•What have you there?” I asked more
agreeably.
“( ’hicks, day old chicks, hut I ’ m not
trying to sell you any. I may I come
Iu ?’*
it was dawning on me then that per
haps this was Eliza Shaeffer. I led her
hack to the dining room, with Peter
tmifling at the basket.
“ My name I n Shaeffer,” she »aid
“ I've seen your name in the pai>ers.
and I be.ieve I know something about
.leunie llrice.”
Eliza Shaeifer’s story waa curious.
She said that she was postmi «tress at
Horner and lived with her mother on a
farm a mile'out of tint town, driving in
and «»ut each day in a buggy.
On Monday afternoon. .March 5. a
woman had alighted at the station
froui a train and had taken luncheon
at the hotel. She told tile clerk she was
on tin* road, celling corsets, and was
much disapiMiiuted to find no store o f
any size in the town. Tile woman, who
had registered as Mrs. .lane Bellow»,
said she was tired and would like to . Eliza Shaeffer went back to Horner
rest for a day or two on a farm. She after delivering her chicks somewhere
was told to see Eliza Shaeffer at the in the city. Things went ou as before.
postotlice. and as a result drove out , .The trial was set for May. The dis
with her to the farm after the last mail trict attorney’s oifice had all the things
cauie iu tbut evening.
we had found in the house that Mon
Asked to describe her—she was over day afternoon—the stained towel, the
medium height, light haired, quick in broken knife and its blade, the slipper
her movements mid wore a black and that had becu floating in the parlor
%'bito strii>ed dress with a red collar and the rope that had fastened my
'.¿d a hat to mutch. She carried a boat to the staircase.
Somewhere—
small brown valise that Miss Shaeffer wherever they keep such things was
presumed contained her samples.
the headless body of a woman, with a
Mrs. ShaeUvr had made her welcome, hand missing, aud with a curious scar
although they did not usually take across the left breast.
The slip of
CHAPTER X.
boeii'.rs until June. She had not eaten paper, however, which 1 b id found
L a o L h .1 listened with at-
much sup|»er. and that night she had behind the baseboard, was stid in Mr.
tCiU.on. lie wore the brown
asked for pen and ink and had written Holcombe’s possession, nor bud he
suit and looked well and
u letter. The letter was not mailed j inenti »tied it t«* the police.
asESy • aeertLi. lie was much more
until Wednesday. All o f Tuesday Mrs.
Mr. Hoicomlie had not come back. hit.- a s,»ecbuor mail a prisoner, ami
Bellows luii 1 spent in her room, and j
He wrote me»twice asking me to hold he w as now
net« uuo as 1 was.
Mrs. Slimmer had driven to the village j
Ills room, once from New York ami
Of that first day 1 do not recall
iu the afternoon with word that she
once from < Im ago. To the second let
much. 1 was called eany in the day.
hud been crying all day and bought j
ter lie udded a postscript:
The district uttoruey questioned me.
some headache medicine for her.
H ave not found what 1 wanted but am
On Wednesday morning, however. I getting warm, i f any news, address me
“ Your name?”
she had appeared at breakfast, eaten at I->e8 Moines, ia., general delivery. H.
“ Elizabeth Marie Pitman.”
heartily and had asked Miss Shaeffer
“ Your occupation?”
It was nearly the end o f April when
to take her letter to the postotlice. I saw Lida again. I had seen by the
“ I keep a boarding house ut 42
It was addressed to Mr. Ellis Howell. newspii|»ers that she and her mother Union street.”
In care of a Pittsburgh newspaper.
"You know the prisoner?"
were coming home. 1 wondered If she
That night when Miss Eliza went had heard from Mr. Howell, for I bad
“ Yes.
He was u bourder. in my
home, uboul half past 8, the woman not. ujid 1 wondered, too, if she would house.”
was gone. She bad paid for her room send for me again.
“ For how long?”
But she «-»me herself, on foot, late
and had beeu driven as far aa Thorn-
“ From Dec. 1. He and his w ife cam«
ville. where all trace of her had been one afternoon, aud, the s«-hool teacher at that tioie.”
lost. On account of the disappearance being out. I took her lulu the parlor
“ Was his wife the octree», Jenuit
of Jennie Brice being published short bedroom. She looked thinner thau be Brice?”
ly after thut. she and Ler mother had fore and rather white. My heart ached j “ Yes. sir.”
driven to Thoruvllle, but the station for her.
“ Were they living together at jour
“ I have been away,” she explained | house the night of March 4?”
agent there wus surly as well as stu
pid. They had learned nothing about “ I thought you might wonder why you j “ Yes. sir.”
did not hear from me. But. you see. i
the woman.
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