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But I want you to give me a ged his shoulders and said she had left little time bef< re you tell anybody that him and would turn up ull right lie I was here that Sunday morning. And was unconcerned, smoked cigarettes in return I ’ll find your clock.” I hesitated, but however put out he Mrs. Pitman telle Holcombe, an am all day, ate and slept well aud looked ateur detec* ive, that she believes Lad- better since he had had nothing to was he didn’ t look like a criminal. drink. Aud two or three days after Besides, he was a friend of my niece’a. ley has kill’ d Jennie Brice. the arrest he seut for the manuscript and blood is thicker thau ilood water. H o lc o m b e fin d s In c r im in a t in g e v id e n t-« “ There was nothing wrong about my In H a d le y 's ro o m . A n o n y x c lo c k Is m is s of his play. in g . M rs. P it m a n ’s k n i f e h a s b een s to le n Mr. Howell came for it on the Thurs being here,” he went on, “ but I don’t a n d b ro k e n . want it known. Don’t spoil u good day of that week. M rs. P it m a n r e c a lls th a t H o w e ll, a im 1 was on my knees scrubbing the story, Mrs. Pitman.” p o r t e r , w a s w it h J e n n ie P r i c e a n d L a d le y I did not quite understand that, al parlor floor when he rang the bell. s h o r t ly b e fo r e J e n n ie d is a p p e a re d . 1 let him in, and it seemed to me that though those who followed the trial I - a d le y is a r r e s te d , b u t a a n o u od y nua carefully may do so. Poor Mr. Howell! he looked tired and pale. b e e n fo u n d h e Is r e le a s e d f o r la c k o f e v i d e n ce. “ Well, Mrs. Pitman,” he said, smil I am sure he believed that it was only ing. “ what did you And in the cellar a good story. He got the description of my onyx clock and wrote it down, when the water went down?” CHAPTER VI. “ I ’m glad to say that 1 didn't And and I gave him the manuscript for Mr. TIE newspapers were full of Ladley. That was the last I saw of ! the Ladley case, with its cu what I feared, Mr. Howell.” him for some time. “ Not even the onyx clock?” rious solution and many sur That Thursday proved to be an ex “ Not even the clock,” I replied. prises. It was considered citing day, for late in the afternoon “ And I feel as if I’d lost a friend. A unique in many ways. Mr. Pitman Terry, digging the mud out of the eel- lur, came across my missing gray false had always read all the murder trials clock is a lot of company.” “ Do you know what I think7* he front near the coal vault and brought and used to talk about the corpus de said, looking at me closely. “ I think lictl and writs of habeas corpus, corpus it up, grinning, and Just before A Mr. you put that clock away yourself in Graves, the detective, rang the bell being the legal way, I believe, of spell ing corpse. But I came out o f the Lad- the excitement aud have forgotten all and then let himself in. I found him about It.” in the lower hall looking around. ley trial—for It came to trial ultimately “ Nonsense.” “ Well, Mrs. Pitman,” he said, "has —with only one point of law that 1 “Think hard.” lie was very much In our friend come back yet?” was sure of. That was that It is “ She was no friend of mine.” mighty hard to prove a man a mur earnest. "You knew the water was “ Not she—Ladley. He’ll be out this derer unless you can show what he rising aud the Ladleys would have to be moved up to the second floor evening, and he’ll probably be around killed. You for his clothes.” And that was the weakness In the front, where the clock stood. I felt my knees waver, as they al Ladley case. There was a body, but it went in there and looked around to see if the room was ready, and you saw ways did when he was spoken of. could not be identified. “ He may want to stay here,” said The police held Mr. Ladley for a day the clock. And knowing that the Lad- or two, and then, nothing appearing. 1 leys quarreled now and then aud were Mr. Graves. “ In fact, I think that’s just what he will want.” they let him go. Mr. Holcombe, who apt to throw’ things” — “ Not here,” I protested. "The very was still occupying the second floor j “ Nothing but a soap dish, and that thought of him makes me quake.” front, almost wept with rage and de only once.” " I f he comes here better bike him in —“ you took the clock to the attic and spair when he read the news in the I want to know where he is.” papers. He was still working on the put It, say, in an old trunk." I tried to say that 1 wouldn’t have “ I did nothing of the sort. I went case in his curious way, wandering along the wharfs at night and writing In. us you say. and 1 put up an old him, but the old habit of the ward as letters all over the country to learn splasher, because of the way he throws serted itself. From taking a bottle of about Philip Ladley's previous life and Ink about. Tlien 1 wound the clock, beer or a slice of pie to telling one where one might or might not live the his w ife’s. But he did not seem to get put the key under it and went out.” police were autocrats in that neighbor- anywhere. • “ And the key is gone, tool” he said The newspapers had been full of the thoughtfully. “ I wish 1 could And that Jennie Brice disappearance, for disap clock. Mrs. Pitman.” pearance it proved to be. So far as “ So do I.” could be learned she had not left the "Ladley went out Sunday afternoon city that night or since, and as she about 3. didn’t he—and got back at 5?" was a striking looking woman, very 1 turned aud looked at him. "Yes, blond, as I have said, with a full voice Mr. Howell,” I said. “ Perhaps you and a languid manner, she could hard know something about that.” ly have taken refuge anywhere with “ I?” He changed color. Twenty out being discovered. The morning years of dunning boarders has made after her disappearance a young wo me pretty sharp at reading faces, aud man, tall, like Jennie Brice, and fair, he looked as uncomfortable as if he had been seen in the Union station. owed me money. “ I !” 1 knew then But as she was accompanied by a that I had been right about the voice. young man, who bought her magazines It had been him. and papers and bade her an excited "You!" I retorted. "You were here farewell, sending his love to various Sunday morning and spent some time members of a family and promising to with the Ladleys. I am the old she feed the canary, this was not seriously devil. I notice you didn’t tell your considered. A sort of general alarm friend, Mr. Holcombe, about having went over the country. When she was been hero on Sunday.” younger she had been pretty well lie was quick to recover. “ I ’ll tell I known at the Broadway theaters in you all about It, Mrs. Pitman.” he said New York. One way or another, the smilingly. “ You see, all my life, I have j Liberty theater got a lot of free ad w ished for an onyx clock. It has been i vertising from the case, and, I believe, my ambition, my great desire. Leav- \ Miss Hope’s salary was raised. ing the house that Sunday morning | The police communicated with Jen and hearing the ticking of the clock | nie Brice’s people—she had a sister in upstairs I recognized It was an onyx I Glean, N. Y., but she had not heard clock, clambered from my boat through from her. The sister wrote—1 heard an upper window and so reached it. later—that Jennie had been unhappy The clock showed Aght. but after with Philip Ladley, and afraid ho stunnlug it with a chair” — “ Exactly!” I said. “Then the thing would kill her. And Miss Hope told the same story. But—there was no Mrs. Ladley said she w’ould not do was corpus, as the lawyers say, and Anally probably to wind the clock?” He dropped his bantering maimer at ■ the police had to free Mr. Ladley. “ Mrs. Pitman/' he said. “ I bofid, audL respectable woman thafr-I Beyoiul making an attempt to get oneg. S Y N O P S IS J e n n ie B r ic e a n d h e r h u sb a n d , L a d le y , q u a r r e l. S h e d is a p p e a r s f r o m M rs. P i t m a n 's b o a r d in g h o u s e d u r in g a P it t s b u r g h flood. X u r n 'q p za /' As Be sure to get Babbitt's, the can of a hundred uses. Highest in Strength, but not in Price. Only 10c. Buy a dozen cans today. It is concentrated cleanliness. Valuable Presents for the Labels. h rile f o r liooklct showing many uses. B .T . BABBITT, f . o .B o „ i ;76, NEW YORK CITY Farmers 1 m Q î s iifjfH P u rR rä itlin nr {jsiijif ¿I ■ H h n r A P : ¡ i P y TECMS sec »VI lit :nc and Merchants Bank one of the heads bad been drawn a cir C O Q U ILLE, OREGON cle In pencil. I took It to the gas Jet and looked at It closely. It was a tall woman with a hut on, not unlike Jen Opened for Busmes March, 1 8 9 0 nie Brice. She was looking over the crowd, aud 1 could see only her face, c o r r e spo n d e n ts : aud that In shadow. 1 shook my bead. "1 thought uot,” he said. “ We have l.add & Tilton Rank, Portland First National Bank, San Francisco a lot of stage pictures of her, hut, what National Park, New York First Trust & Sa-ings, Coos Bay with false hair und their being re touched lieyond recognition, they don’t urnount to much." He started out und stopped on the doorstep to light a cigar. 'Take him In i f he comes," be said. OLD R E L IA B L E — EQ UIPPED W ITH W IRELESS 'And keep your eyes open. Feed him well and he won't kill you!” 1 hud plenty to think of when I was •ookiug Mr. Reynolds’ supper—the A L W A Y S ON TIM E haute that I might have Mr. Ladley again and the woman ut Horner. For It had come to me like a Hash as Mr. Graves left that the "H orn—” on the May 3rd 8th 13th 18lh 23rd 28ili paper slip might have been “ Horner." • • * * • • • After all, there was nothing sensa May 5,1 p m.; 10,11 a.in.; 15,1 p.m.; 20,9:30 a.m.;25,10 a.m ;30,1 p.m. tional about Mr. Ladley's return. He cume at 8 o'clock thut night, fresh I IV. L. K0LM, Agent Phone Main 181 l shaved and with his hair cut, und, al -i-L - l ; - - A.J- -¿Zc: .-¿^r .-Q-. ^.jrZr-^ar a though he had u latchkey, he rung the doorbell. 1 knew his ring, and 1 thought it uo harm to curry uu old razor of Mr. 1’itmuu's with the blade < ^ Fred V e » 1 egert C. , Kime open aud folded hack on the handle, the way the colored people use them, In my left hand. But I saw ut once that he meant no V * mischief. "Good evening,'' he said, und put out his hand. 1 jumped hack until 1 saw there wus nothing In it and that he only meant to shake hands. 1 didn't do It. I might have to take him in und make his bed und cook his rneuls, G e n e r a l i’.lacksmkhing. t¡ but 1 did uot have to shake hands 'Vagón Making, Machine {\ with him. Work, Patt »rn Making anp ^ Casting, Automobile Work, ^ “ Y'ou, too!" he said, looking at me with what I suppose he meuut to be a reproachful look. But he could uo more put an expression of that sort In his eyes than a fish could. “ I sup pose, then, there Is uo use asking If I may have my old room—the front room. I won’t need two." I didn't want him. and he must have seen It. But I took him. “ You may have It, as far as I'm concerned,' 1 said. “ But you’ll have to let the pa per hanger in tomorrow." “ Assuredly." He came Into the hall I-euvis Myrtle Point 5 a.m . and stood looking around him. and 1 Arrives Rosibnrg, next day fancied he drew a breath of relief. “ It Leaves Rorebnrg 6 pm . Isn’t much yet," he said, "hut it's bet Air. Myrtle Point by 10 p. m. ter to look ut than six feet of muddy water." Make reservations in advance at Ovt I “ Or than stoue walls,” I said. Drug btoie, Marshfield. He looked at me and smiled. “ Or than stone walls," he repeated, bow Carrying Baggage and United Stales Mail Ing, and went Into his room. J. L. L A IR D , Proprietor So I had him again, and if I gave him only the dull knives and locked up the breadknife the moment I had Hnished with it, who can blame me? I took all the precaution I could tbiuk of—had Terry put an extra bolt on every door and hid the rat poison and the carbolic acid in the cellar. Peter would not go near him. He hobbled around on his three legs, with the splint beating a sort of tattoo on the floor, but he stayed back In the kitchen with me or In the yard. It was Sunday night or early Mon day morning that Jennie Brice disap peared On Thursday evening her hus band came back. On Friday the body of a woman was washed ashore at Beaver, but turned out to l)e that o f a stewardess who had falleu overboard from one of the Cincinnati packets. Coos Bay Home Telephone Co. Mr. Ladley himself showed me the ar Main Office Marshfield, Ortgon ticle in the morning paper when I took In his breakfast. "Public hysteria has killed a man be fore this." he said when 1 had read It. “ Suppose that woman had been man riiuiN. my dear sir. chaos.” want to know if he sleeps with a lig h t” gled or the screw of the steamer had •We see that at the store.” Mr. Rey “ I f he does,” I replied, “ 1 hope you’ll cut her head off! IIow many people nolds would say. “ Accustom a lot of let me kuow, Mr. Holcombe. The gas do you suppose would hJive been will women to a silk sale on Fridays nnd ing to swear that It was my—was Mrs. then make It tooth brushes. That’s bills are a horror to me as it is. 1 think he kept it on all last night. 1 Ladley?” chaos, fill right.” turned off all the other lights and went “ Even without a head I should know Well. Mr Holcombe came in that to the cellar. The meter was going Mrs. Ladley," I retorted. iii. .it about 10 o’clock, and 1 told him around.” lie shrugged his shoulders. "Let's Ladley was back. He was nlmosf “ Fine!” he said. “ Every murderer trust she's still alive, for my sake," he wil I with excitement, wanted to have said. "But Pm glad, anyhow-, that this the hack parlor, so he could watch him fears the dark, and our friend of the woman had u head. You'll allow me to ! thr null the keyhole, nnd waff terribly parlor bedroom is a murderer, Mrs. Whether he hangs or not be glad, won’t you?" upset when 1 told him there was no Pitman. "Y'ou cun be auythlug you want as keyhole, that the door fastened with he’s a murderer.” The mirror affair, which Mr. Hol far as I'm concerned," I snapped and a thumb bolt. On learning that the room was to be papered the next morn combe called a periscope, was put in went out Mr. Holcombe still retained the sec ing he grew calmer, however, und got that day and worked amazingly well. ond story front room. I think, although the paperhanger’s address from me. I went with him to try it out, and 1 distinctly saw the paperhanger take a he said nothing more about It, that ha He went out Just after that Friday, as 1 say, was very quiet. cigarette from Mr. Ladley’s case and was still "playing horse" He wrote a good bit at the waubstand, and, from Mr. Ladley moved to the back parlor put It in his pocket. Just after that. the loose sheets of manuscript he left. to let the paperhanger In the front Mr. Ladley sauntered into the room I believe actually tried to begin a play. room, smoked and fussed with his pa and looked at the new paper. I could But mostly he wandered along the wa pers all day. and Mr. Holcombe stayed both see and hear him. It was rather ter front or stood on one or another in his room, which was unusual. In weird. “ Gee. what a wail paper!” he said. of the bridges. looking at the water the afternoon Molly Maguire put on and thinking. It Is certain that he the striped fur coat and went out, g o (T o be continued next w eek ) ing slowly past the house so that 1 tried to keep In the part by smoking cigarettes, but he hated them, and would be sure to see her. Beyond nsually ended by throwing the ciga banging the windo v down. I gave her rette away and lighting nu old pipe be no satisfaction. A t 4 o’clock Mr. Holcombe cume to carried. my kitchen, rubbing his hands togeth On that Thursday evening he came er. He bad a nasleboard tube In bis home and sat down to supper with hand about a toot long, with an ar Mr. Reynolds. lie ate little and seemed rangement o f small mirrors In It. He much excited. The talk ran on crime, Bald it was modeled after the something as It always did when he was around, or other that is us »d on a submarine, and Mr. Holcombe quoted Spencer a and that he and the paperhanger had great deal—Herbert Spencer. Mr. Rey fixed a place for It between his floor voids was Impressed, not knowing and tile ceiling of Mr. Ladley’s room, so mucb beyond silks and the National that the chandelier would hide it from league. below. He thought he could watch Mr “ Spencer,” Mr. Holcombe would say Ladley through It. and ns It turned out —"Spencer shows that every occur be could. rence Is the Inevitable result o f what “ 1 want to find his weak moment.” has gone before nnd carries In Its be said excitedly. “ 1 want to know train an equally Inevitable series of what he does when the door is closed results. Try to Interrupt this chain In and he can lake off his inask. Aud I the smallest degree and wbat follows? STEAM ER BREAKW ATER 1 Sails from Portland at 8 A. M., Sails from Coos Bay ; .œ o o e c o œ & o Q f t f r o o e o o o e o o o q O & VON PEGERT t) “ -------------— : t> M E C H A M C AL o 0 1 S H O R f COQU1LL XxXX» xxxx >00000 fioseburg Myrtle Point Stage And Auto Line Office at Laird’s Livery Barn, Myrtle Point, Both Phones ¡ I 60 C E N T S I ■ Babbitt’s Pure Lye or A LITTLE Potash and a lot of water applied to hen a spraying solution, it kills the scale and preserves your trees. 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