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About Klamath republican. (Klamath Falls, Or.) 1896-1914 | View Entire Issue (Sept. 18, 1913)
CALIFORNIA FARMER SECTION * ji <1 l'<l llkn Io find out more about tiin Hurry family." anawvrod Poe. "Well, nil you got to do I n to unk 'em." "I’ll do that." Th., nrxt duy Chrlatophrr Poe at tended tile funeral of old Hilly Burry, lluiuilua of the traglo way he had m«t hla death ninny people turned out from curlonlty to follow the body to tlie little Oregon cemetery, Chrlatophar Poe learned nothing of inlvreet and early that afternoon ex plained to the Hhepurde tliut he would Kludly pay them two weeka* board In full If they could arrange for him to gut a room nt the Barry«. Mr. Hhe- pard diplomatically mndo the ar rangement with Ueorge Burry and thut afternoon Christopher Poe quietly moved Into the little hillside hoi»« and wan established In the very room In wl.l. h lull Burry tool died; the room having bean made cl.’un and tidy by Jenny. The grutammenrso of hla altuntlon did not occur to the flounder because of hla great Interent In the crime. 11« lay for hours In the bed and re-ea- tul.llr H.<| In liiu mliiil the room na It hud been on the nlglit of the murder Th luring the first night he ruse ' ■ ' >1 iteta to reurr.im:.- eluilre la an effort to figure out some plaualnln theory. He ulao carefully examined tin. i„ dock arid mud« a mental note of the fact that ho could plainly hear the breathing of the two broth ers who occupied aepurate rooms, both opening onto the middle chamber in which Poe lay, Jenny had a small room below, Just beneath the old staircase, and though he felt that someone was moving about below stairs several times dur ing the night he could hear no sound. Nrxt day at break fuel jMk an nounced In a bualnoaa like tone that he and Jenny were to be married that night. Christoph, r Poo lmm.dlnt. ly became anxious. A vague theory had been fanning In his mind and he felt that he must act at once. Ho lmm«Mliately after breakfast he Naked ths two liarrya and Jenny up- atalna to hla room The old «k’P medal with Its blood atalna upon It lay on the dresser, the aheep shears beside IL fTirbatopher Poe had found no difficulty In seeing that these two artlrles were not dlsp.sied of. The gruesome relics seemed to hold a mor bid interest for all the Barry hi.rn.e- bold. When they were all gathered In the room Christopher Poe stepped softly to the door and locked it. then he went over to the clock on the mantle piece and turned the hands until they were pointing to half- paat two. "Now." he said, taking up the sheep shears and placing them on the chair near the stairway where they had been the night of the tragedy, and putting the silver sheep medal on the bed, "I want you all to imagine the bed, "I want yon ail to Imagine that thin la the night that Mr. Barry was killed. The s I. mlts lay where they did that night, the sheep medal will represent the place your father oc cupied. and the clock la set at half past two. I have found in examin ing thia Clock that It Is of very ex cellent Rwlaa workmanship. The boll sounds the hours In regular ro tation 1 have tampered with it now so that It will strike three o'clock whnn the hands are turned to three. "Now you two boys are supposed to be lying awake In these two outer rooma and Jonny Is either awake or asleep down stairs In her room,” Christopher i*<>e slowly and delll>erately moved the hands of the clack until they reached the hour of threa The silver tinkle sounded clearly and dis tinctly three Um «a. "Now.” continued ths banker-de tective, "you heard It strike three and if 1 left the clock alone It would strike four after an hour Is passed, but In stead of that I turn the hands around the entire face of the clock back to about half past two, so that the next time the clock strikes, while it would bo really four o'clock the l>«Ul would only sound three times." (To He « warluded Nest Mrek| The Twirley Twins in Trouble By ROBERT CARLTON BROWN. (t'natlaxed From l.ast Week) It was produced In Ixmdon and even I could not toll him from the real dog. This scene occurs at that fearful moment, the darkn.ws before dawn, the watchman notes that the dog la a bit fiercer than usual and draws a sigh of relief ns he reaches the gate. The stage la darkened and tha au dience hushed. "Before the watchman mak«w his next round 'th* trick la dona Ths nervy, desperate woman has chloro formed the miser and robbed hla mat tress. The real dog is fast reviving from^ ths affects of the chloroform. The whole thing has been nicely timed, and the burgling pair Just dis appear over tne wall with their booty In a black apron llkn that In the cor ner there, when the dog, whose collar has been reattached to the chain by tho man whnn ho was through with Ills little Impersonation, leaps out and bark» at the watchman who Is just arriving on hla rounds. The ani mal, maddened on hla recovery, lunges nt the watchman and barks so furiously that the noise brings the old miser out of his stupor; the d<»g leaps In the sir and breaks hla chain an the miser throws up his window to cry far help As a grand final« the dog la shot just before he leaps on the watchman, thus giving tangible proof that ths animal hud been on guard all the time and covering up the renJ entrance and exit of tho smooth burglars. Then the curtain goes down amid great aplauoe." There was dead silence as Chris topher Poe finished and stood up, bls eyes darting beneath their bushy brows from one to the other of the Twirley Twins. I'm afraid you've missed the six fifty," he «uild In a hesitant tone ‘1 thought you'd l«t me Into the room to sort of serve nn alibi If you needed one I mean In skipping your board ».111 oy »..me other .-rime you may have committed so I accommodatingly set my watch back half an hour to cov er the minutes during which the crime might have been committed. 1 knew you would both be relieved to hear me announce that It was only five thirty." Neither «poke. Kuddonly Mrs. Twirley swung around and demanded: "Well, how the devil did they prove the crime on >•■■■ taBM in >'-ui precious sket.h',” "Oh, there wasn’t any crime at all. The couple reconslderad tbelr action, decided they could moke more money on the stage with the sketch and repealing the crim« In acrobatic pan tomime every night for five or six years at fifty dollars a night with per fect security of physical and mental freedom Ho In a little third scene In the sketch th«y called a moaoengrr boy and sent him around to the mleer with two suit cases packed with hla money. That pleased the audience and-—" There was a sudden flash of light as the woman snatched a pointed paper cutter from the table and sprang for Poo: but her busband caught and held her while Poe dexterously knocked the knife from h<-r hand. "Listen to reason. Kid!" cried Twirl, y "l.lsten' Ih'o («1 it doped out beat! Ixm't be a fool! You didn't want to do It yourself. It was just the only thing we could do." The woman lurched forward in his arms and clawed frantjcaly at tne sJr. Poe picked up a magi zine, turned hla back to them and sat read ing far ten mlnutea, at the end of that time the woman. r<-d-faced and Mood-shot-eyed. cried defiantly: "There's a mesaenger ring down In the hall. Go ring far a boy yourself, Mr. Hardy." "No, thanks. I'd rather not. Besides there Isn't any eu<-h bell In the hall. 1 looked as I entered,” answered Poe languidly, not taking his «yea from the book. Mrs. Twirley stared at him as though he were unreal and threw her hands to her head In a frenxy, screaming, "How in hell did you ferret out all this, you— you weasel P* ‘Tve got a room looking out Into the Dubois court myself," smiled Poe, turning toward her frankly now that aha had given In. “It's just imitation of Alert to entertain the landlady. I’ve seen you both exam- InIng that Ihibols window with the next door, I've heard Dickie bark In teloacopa. 1 was mors or less pre being somewhat of a pared, and night-prowler myself, I just happen- ed around with a skeleton key or two and gnthered a bit of material for a—vaudeville sketch. I can get you booked either way you Ilka. At Billy Byan's Vaudeville agency or the station house. It's up to you I" The woman looked sharply from Poe to her husband and then furtively at the two suit cases which she bad left unguarded tn the corner. "lie's only bluffing, Dickie!” ahe cried. "I know It." But It eort of stands to reason,” Twirley answered. "I'd rather get SO a week clean from Billy llyan than fifty thousand that'd stick like mud to my fingers every time I started to spend It.” "Bully for youl" cried Christo pher Poe. "I’ve got a skeleton plan of the sketch In my pocket here. Til back you two far a set of prop« Tour wife and I will go over the sketch, Dickla, while you run out and call a m eManger. Mrs. Twirley with a submissive gulp, burst into a flood of genuine tears. "Tea." she said softly. “Go ahead, Dickie, he's got the real dope." THE END. 78,000 Women Wrote Us About Their Clothes the Last 12 Months Thei r own clothes and their children’s clothes: all kinds of questions: the new styles, the new materials: how to make over clothes: how to get the most out of little: what to do with what they had. A whole staff of clothes au thorities answers these letters: not in type or in the maga zine, but by mail, quickly, directly and personally. And every branch of clothes has its own editor: There is a HomcDrcssmakingEditor: a Millinery Editor: a Style Editor: a Children’s Clothes Editor: a Needlework Editor, and so on, each an authority in her line. 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