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A THIEVING MYSTERY By EDITH V. ROSS “Mr. Murtaugh.\ said Andrews, chief officer of the postofflce detective bu reau, . \more thiovery has been going on at Trlmmingham. This is the fourth time stamps have been missed In that quarter, and 1 wish yon to go there and get on to the thief.’’ “I’ve been there twice already,\ re plied Murtaugh. ‘‘without finding any thing wrong. The people of the town all have the most perfect confidence in Miss Griggs, the postmistress, and her only clerk is her younger sister, aged sixteen. Miss Griggs has appeared to be as much puzzled as any one as to what becomes of the missing stamps.\ “I’m afraid. Murtaugh. you’re too gallant to spy on a woman.\ There was a hidden meunlng in the words, for Andrews was not above spying on the members of his force and had learned that Detective Mur taugh, who had been several times to Trlmmingham to ferret out the source of the trouble, had been making love to the postmistress. Indeed, he would have sent some one else this time, but be suspected Murtaugh of shielding Miss Griggs, and if be was doing this be was recreant to his duties as a postoffice official Murtaugh made no reply to Andrews’ last remark, and the latter added: “Well, try It once more. If you don’t' get on to the thief this time I'll try some one else.\ This was spoken in a tone to give Murtaugh u warning. He was one ot the best men on the force, and An drews didn't wish him to get Into trouble by shielding a thief. Murtaugh. had thoroughly convinced himself of Miss Griggs’ honesty, nnd her sterling worth was apparent to every one. He knew It would be folly for him to spy on her, and, acting on his own judgment, he went openly to Trlmmingham and told her that he had come to help her find who was stealing her stamps. The postofflce was a little one story frame building, all of which was occu pied for mall purposes. One night Murtaugh stole unobserved into the postofflce, climbed up under the roof and bored a peep hole in the celling through which he could look down into the postofflce. A few stamps had beeD left in the postmistress’ desk. The detective kept awake all night, but heard not the slightest sound be low, saw no light—indeed, no sign of any one coming to steal stamps. But in the morning the stamps left in the desk were gone Since the thievery was perpetrated at night there was no need to watch In the daytime. Indeed, no stamps had ever been missed in the day. They were counted in the morning and at night How the thief managed to get into tho house after dnrk without being di-.ei t< d Murtaech could not conceive. When sure that no one was near to see him he examined every part of the little building, especially the cellar, for a subterranean passage, but « onld find no passable ingress That Miss Griggs or her sister could so far out wit him as to get into the house while he was there without his knowing it he felt sure was impossible. The stealing must be committed by some one else—some one who managed to conceal himself or herself in the build ing. This person must be able to work quite noiselessly. Whether the exit was made in the daytime or not was like all the rest of it—unknown. In deed. Murtaugh could not find any possible way any one could get Into the building unless by going down the chimney, nnd to do this without be ing heard would be very difficult During the time of his operations his love affair with Miss Griggs was being brought to a head, and when he re turned to his chief the only thing he hnd to report was that he was engaged to the person whom he had been sent to spy on. This he kept to himself, though Andrews knew of his lovemak ing, for he had sent a detective to spy on his spy. Andrews astonished Murtaugh by dis charging him. He also transmitted an j order written at his suggestion from I Washington to Miss Griggs that she * 1 was required to make good all the : stamps that had been purloined Since . from ihe first more than $100 worth 1 was unaccounted for and the salary at Trlmmingham was but $400 a year Miss Griggs found herself unable to , comply with the order, for she and her ; mother and sister needed every cent of her Income. Murtaugh found another job. Miss [ Griggs was permitted to retain her place till an enlargement of the post- office building which was intended could bo made. In taking out a side of the house the workmen laid bare a space that was filled with fragments of postnge stamps. Miss Griggs’ desk had stood against this wall. Mice had gnawed a hole from the wall into the back of the desk, which gave them ac cess to the drawer in which she kept the stamps. The tiny thieves, attracted by the gum arable on ihe back of the stamps, had carried them where they could feast on it at leisure. A grant deal of sympathy had been manifested for Miss Griggs by the townspeople, who all signed a petition that she should be retained in her po sition. This was now not necessary. She would hnve retained her position, but Murtaugh established a detective agency of his own and wanted her to attend to bis house and home. THE Melting of Molly By MARIA THOMPSON DAVIESS C o p y right, 1912, by th e Bobbs- M errlll Com p any LEAF FOURTH. Monument or Trousseau? HAT night I did so many exer cises that at last I sank ex hausted in a chair in front of my mirror and put my head down on my arms and cried the real tears you cry when nobody is look ing. I felt terribly old and ugly and dowdy and—widowed. It couldn’t have been jealousy, for I just love that girl. I -want most awfully to hug her very I Was Spellbound With Delight. slimness, and it was more what she might think of poor dumpy mo than what any man in Hillsboro. Teiin_. or Paris, FTuileeT could possibly feel on the subject that hurt so hard. But then, looking back on i t I am afraid that jealousy sheds feathers every night so you won’t know him in the morning, for something made me sit up suddenly with a spark in my eyes and reach out to flip desk for tny pencil and check book. It took me more than an hour to figure it all up. hut I went to bed c. happier, though in prospects a poorer worn.in It is strange how spending a man’s money makes you feel more congenial with him. and as I sat in the cars on my way fo the city early the next morning 1 felt nearer to Mr. Carter than I almost ever did. alive or dead. After this I shall always appreciate and admire him for the way he made money, since, for the first time In my life. I fully realized what it could buy And I bought things! First I went to see Mme. Courtier for corsets 1 had heard about her. and 1 knew it meant a fortune. But that didn't matter She came In and looked nt me for about five minutes without snying a word, and then she ran her hands down and down over me until I could feel the flesh Just crawl lug off me. It was delicious! Then she and two girls in puffs and rats came in and did things to a cor set they laced on me that I can’t even write down, for I didn't understand the process, hut when I looked in that long glass I almost dropped on the floor. I wasn't tight and I wrfsn't stiff and I looked—I’m too modest to writ«* how lovely I really looked to myself I was spellbound with delight. Next I signed the check for three of those wonders with my head so in tin- clouds 1 didn’t know what I was do ing. but I came to with a jolt when tiie prettiest girl began to get me Into that black taffeta bag I had worn down to the city. I must have shrunk the whole remaining pounds I had felt obliged to lose for Alfred and Ruth Chester from the horror I felt when I looked nt myself. The girl was real ly sympathetic and said with a smil*- tiiat was tme kindness: ‘‘Shall I call a taxi for madame and have It take her to Klein’s? They have wonderful gowns by Rene all ready to be fitted at short notice. Really, mndame's fig tire is such that it commands a per- j feet costume now.“ Men do business well, hut when women enter the field '< they are geniuses at money extracting I felt myself already clothed perfectly j when that girl said rny figure ‘‘com- | mnnded\ a proper dress. Of course Klein pnys Mme Courtier a commis sion for the customers she passes right on to him Tb% one for rne must have looked to her like a real estate trans action. I spent three days at the great Klein store, only going to the hotel to sleep and most of the time I forgot to eat. Mme. Rene must have been Mme Courtier's twin sister In youth, and Mme. Telilers in the hat department was the triplet to them both. When women have genius it breaks out all over them like measles and they ,never recover from It; those women’ had the confluent kind. But I know that old Rene really liked me. for when I blush ed and asked her if they had a good beauty doctor in the store she held up her hands and shuddered. “Never, madame. never pour vous. Ravlssante. charmante—it is to fool. Nevair! Jamais, jamais de la vfel\ I had to calm her down, and she kissed my hand when we parted. I thought Klein was going to do the same thing or worse when I signed the check which would be good for a house and lot and motorcar for him, but he didn’t Only he got even with me by saying. “And I am delighted that the trousseau is perfectly satis factory to you. Mrs. Carter.\ That was an awful shock and I hope I didn’t show it as I murmured, \Per fectly. thank you.” The word ‘‘trousseau’’ can be spoken In a woman's presence for many years with no effect, but it is an awful shock when she first really hears i t I felt funny all afternoon as I packed those tranks for the 5 o'clock train. Yes, the word ‘‘trousseau’’ ought to have a definite surname after it al ways and that’s why my loyalty drag ged poor Mr. Carter out Into the light of my conscience. The thinking of him bad a strange effect on me. I bad laid out the dream in dark gray blue rajah, tailored almost beyond endur ance,, to wear home on the train and had thrown the old black taffeta bag across the chair to give to the hotel maid, but the decision of the session between conscience and loyalty made me pack the precious blue wonder and put on once more the black rags of re membrance in a kind of panic of re spect I would lots rather have bought poor Mr. Carter the monument I have been planning for months to keep up conver sation with Aunt Adeline than wear that dress again. I felt conscience re prove me once more with loyalty look ing on in disapproval as I buttoned the old thing up for the lost time, beenuse I really ought to have stayed over a day to buy that monument, but. to tell the truth. I wanted to see Billy so des perately that his “sleep place\ above my heart hurt as if it might hnve prickly heat break out at any minute So I hurried and stuffed the gray blue darling in the top tray, lapped old black taffeta around my waist and belted it in with a black belt off a new green linen I had made for morning walks down to the drug store on the public square, I suppose. That is about the only morning dissipation in Hills boro that I can think of, and It all de pends on whom you meet how much of a dissipation it is. The next thing that happens after you have done a noble deed is. you either regard it as a reward of virtue or as a punishment for having peen foolish. I felt both ways when Judge Wade came down the car aisle, looking so much grander than any other man In sight that I don’t see how they stand him ever. At that minute the noble black taffeta ’deed felt foolish, but at the next minute I thanked my lucky stars for it It is nice to watch for a person to catch sight of you if yon feel srre how he Is going to take it and somehow in this case I felt sure. I was not dis appointed. for his smile broke his face up into a joy laugh. Off came his hat instantly so 1 could catch a glimpse of the fascinating frost over his temples, and with a positive sigh of rapture be subsided into the seat beside me. 1 turned with an echo smile all over me. when suddenly his face became grave and considerate, and he looked at me as all the men in Hillsboro have been doing ever since poor Mr. Carter’s funeral. “Mrs. Carter,” he said very kindly, in a voice that pitched me out of the car window and left me a mile be hind on the track, ail by myself, “1 wish 1 had known of your sad errand to town so 1 could have offered you some assistance in your selection. You know we have just bad our lot in the cemetery finally arranged, and 1 found the dealers In memorial stones very confusing in their ideas and designs Mrs. Henderson just told my mother of your absence from home last night and I could oniy come down to the city for the day on important business or 1 would have arranged to see you. I hope you found something that satis fied you.” Wbut’s a woman going to say when she has a tombstone thrown in her face like that? I didn't say anything, but what i thought about Aunt Ade line filled in a dreadful pause. Perfectly dumb and quiet 1 sat for an awful space of time and wondered Just what I was going to do. Could a woman lie a monument into her suit case? It was beyond me at that speak ing. and the Molly that is ready for life quick didn't want to. I shut my eyes, counted three to myself ns I do when I go over into the cold tub. and told him all about it. \Ye both got a satisfactory reaction, and I never en joyed myself so much as that before. I understand now why Judge Wade has had so many women martyr them- selres over him and live unhappily ever afterward, as everybody says Henrietta Mason is doing. He’s a very inspiring man, and be fairly bristles with fascinations Some men are what you call taking, and they take you if they want you. while others are draw ing, and after you are drawn to them they will consider the question of taking yon. The Judge is like that In the meantime It tingles me np to a very great degree to have a man □se bis eyes on me, as It is the privi lege of only womankind to do. and 1 feel that It will be good for his judge ship for me to let him “draw” mo at least a little way. I may get hurt, but I shall at least have an interesting time of It. 1 started right then and got results, for be stopped under the old lilac bash that leans, over, my-side gate and kissed iny. hand. Old L lilac shook a laugh of perfume all oyer us, and I believe signaled the event at the top of his bough to the white clump on the other side of the garden. I’m glad Aunt Adeline Isn’t In the flower fraternity or sorority. Suppose she had seen or heard! ’ And it didn’t take me many minutes to slip Into old summer before last— also for the last time inside of those buttons—and run through the garden, my heart singing “Billy. Billy,” in a perfect rapture of tune. I ran past the office door and found him In his cot al most asleep, and we had a bear re union in the rocker by the window that made us both breathless. \What did you bring me. Molly?” he finally kissed under my right ear. “A real baseball and bat, lover, and an engine with five cars, a rake and a spade and a hoe. two blowguns that pop a new way and something that squirts water and some other things. Will that be enough?\ I hugged him up anxiously, for sometimes he is hard to please and I might not have got the very thing he wanted. “Thank you. Molly; all them things is what I want, but you oughter brung more’n that for three days not being here with me.\ Did any woman ever have a more lovely lover than that? I don’t know how long I should have rocked him in the twilight if Dr. John’s voice hadn’t come across the hall in command. “Put him down now, Mrs. Molly, and come and say other how do you does,\ he called softly. It was a funny glad to see him I felt as I came into the office where he was standing over by the window looking out at my garden in its twilight glow. I think It is wrong for a woman to let her imagination kiss a man on the back of his neck even if she has known for some time that there is a little drake tail lock of hair there just like his own son’s. I gave him my hand and a good deal more of a smile and a blush than I intended. He very far from kissed the hand: he held it just long enough to turn me around iuto the light nnd give me one long looking over from head to foot. “Just where does that corset press you worst?“ he asked in the tone of rolce he uses to say. “Poke out your tongue.” So much of my Tennessee shooting blood rose to my face that it is a wonder it didn’t drip, but I was cold enough to have hit at ijorty paces if I had had a shooting iron in my hand As it was, the coldness was the only missile that I had. but I used it to some effect. I am making a call on a friend. Dr. Moore, and not a consultation visit to my physician,\ I said, looking into his face as though I had never seen him before. “I beg your pardon. Molly,\ he ex claimed. And his face was redder than mine, and then it went white with mortification. 1 couldn't stand that. “Don’t do that way,\ I exclaimed. And before I knew it I had taken hold of his hand and had it in both of mine. “I know I look as if I was shrunk or laced, but I'm not I was going to tell you all about it and show it to you I’m *-«*-’lly inches bigger in the right place and just—just ‘controlled,’ the womnn called i t in the wrong place. Please feel me and see.\ And I of fered myself to him for examination in the most regardless way. He’s not at all like other people. The blood came back into his face, and he laughed as he gave me a little shake that pushed me away from him Don’t you ever scare me like that again, child, or it might be serious,” he said in the Billy and me tone of voice that I like some, only— I never win.\ I said in a hurry. “I want you to ask me anything in the world you want to nnd I’ll always do it\ Weil. let me take you home through the garden then. nnd. yes, I believe I’ll stay to break a muffin with Mrs. Hen derson. Don’t you want to tell me what a little girl like you did in a big city and—and read me part of that London letter I saw the postman give Judy this afternoon?” Again I ask myself the question why his friendliness to Alfred Bennett’s let ters always makes me so instantly cross. LEAF FIFTH. Only an Old Song. LEEP Is one.of the most de lightful and undervalued amusements known to the human race. I have never had enough yet. and every second of time that I‘m not busy with something interesting I curl up on the bed and go dream hunting—only I sleep too hard to do much catching. But this torture book found that out on me and stopped it the very first thing on page three The command is to sleep as little as possible to keep the nerves in a good condition—“eight hours at the mosr and seven would be better.\ What earthly good would a seven hour nap do me? I want ten hours to sleep and twelve if I get a good tired start To see me stugger out of my perfectly nice bed at G o’clock every morning now would wring the sternest heart with compassion and admiration at my faithfulness—to whom ? Yes. it was the day after poor Mr. Carter’s funeral that Aunt Adeline moved up here Into my house and set tled herself in the big south room across the ball from mine. Her furni ture weighs a ton each piece, and Aunt Adeline Is not light herself in disposi tion. The next morning when I went in to breakfast she sat in the “vacant chair\ in a way that made me see that she was obviously trying to fill the vacancy. I am sorry she worried her self about that * Anyway, it made me take a resolve. After breakfast I went Into the kitchen to speak to Jndy. “Judy.” I Bald, looking past her s bead, “sty health Is .notyl^goo$,and jmtYcairi bring my breakfast tom eJii bed after, tils.” Poor Ur! Carter! al ways wanted, breakfast on the stroke Df 7 and ,me! at the same time, though he rarely got me. Judy has. Iftvcndead husbands and she likes a ginger col ored barber down town. Also her mother 1 b onr washerwoman and in fluenced by Aunt Adeline. Judy under stands, everything I,say to. her., After. I had closed the door I heard a laugh that sounded like, a war whoop, and I Bmlled to myself. But Hint was before my martyrdom to this book had be gun. I get up now! But the day after I came from the city I lay in bed just as long as I wanted to and ignored the thought of the exercises and deep breathing and the icy, unsympathetic tub. I couldn’t Bven take very much Interest in the loneiy egg on the lonely slice of dry toast I was thinking about things. HlllBboro is a very peculiar little speck on the universe: even more pe culiar than being like a ben. It Is one of the oldest towns In Tennessee, and the moss on It is so thick that it can't be scratched off except in spots. But it has a lot of race horse and distillery money In it, and when it gets poked up by anything unusual It takes a gulp of Its own alcoholic atmosphere and runs away on Its own track at a 2:05 gait, Bheddlng moss as It goes. It hasn’t had a real joy race for a long time, and I felt that it needed i t 1 foiled over and laughed Into my pil low. — The subject of the conduct of widows Is a serious cue. Of all the things old tradition Is most set about It is that and what was decided to he the proper thing a million years ago this town Btill dictates shall be done and spends a good deal of Its time seeing its di rections carried out For a year after the funeral they forget about the poor bereaved, and when they do remember her they speak to and of her in the same tones of voice they used at the obsequies. Then sooner or later some neighbor is sure to see some man walk home from church with her or hear Borne old bachelor’s voice on her front porch. Mr. Cain took Mrs. Caruther’s little Jessie up in his buggy and helped her out at her mother’s gate just be fore last Christmas, and if the poor widow hadn’t acted quick the town would have noticed them to death be fore he proposed to her. Theyo were married the day after New Year’s, and she lost lots of good friends because Bbe didn’t give them more time to talk abont it. I don’t intend to run any risk of los ing my friends that way. and I want them to have all the good time they can get out of It. I’m going to serve out mint juleps of excitement until the dear old place is running as it did when it was a two-year-old. Why get mad when people are Interested in you? It’s a compliment, after all, and jnst gives them more to think about remembered the two trunks across the hall and hugged my knees up un der my chin with pleasure at the thought of the town talk they con tained. Then jUBt as I had got the first plan well going and was deciding whether to wear the mauve meteor or the white chiffon with the rosebud embroidery as a first julep fur my friends a sweet ness came in through my window that took my breuth away, and I lay still with my hand over my heart and lis tened. It was Billy singing right un der my window, and I've never beard him do it before in all his five years. It was the dearest old fashioned tune ever written, and Billy sang the words as distinctly as if he had been a boy chorister doing a difficult recitative. “ Say, Molly, look at the snake I brung* ed youl” My heart heat so it shook the lace on my breast like a breeze from heaven as he took the high note and then let it go on the Inst few words: “If you love me. Molly, darling. Let your answer be a kiss!\ A confused recollection of having heard the words and time sung by my mother when I was at the rocking age myself brought the tears to my eyes as I flew to the window and parted the curtains. If you heard a little boy an gel singing at your casement wouldn’t you expect a cherubim face upturned with heaven lights all over Jt? Billy’s face was upturned as he heard me draw the shade, but it was streaked like a wild Indian’s with decorations of brown mud. and he held a long slimy fishworm on the end of a stick while he wiped his other grimy hand down the front of hiB linen blouse. ¿:\Say Molly, ' look^at^tho^i^^.-.I;i b ranged you it' he excl aimed fohe ¿¿me dose under|ithe sUi;>whlch lafnot high from: the ground!2' “If youtput your' face down to the mud and sing some thing, to. ’com they’ll!, come outen they holeB. A doodle bug corned, too, but I couldn’t ketch ’em both. Lift me up, and I can put him in the .water, glass on yonr table.’’ He held up one muddy yaddie to me,-and promptiyl'Jifted him up into my arms.. From the em brace in which he and-the worm and I indulged my lace ..and dimity , come out much the worse,... “That was a lovely, song you sang- about ’Molly, darling;? Billy,’’ 1 said. “Where did yon hear it?\ “That’s a -good • buglsong, Molly, and I bet 1 can git a lizard with it, too, if 1 sing it right low.” He began to squirm out of my arms toward the ta ble and the 'glass. “Who taught It to you, sugar sweet?\ I persisted as I poured water in on the squirming worm under bis direction. “Nobody taught it to me. Doc gings it to me when Tilly, nurse nor you ain't there to put me to bed. He don’t know no good songs like 'Roll, Jordan. Roll,’ or ‘Hot Times’ or ’Twinkle.' I go to sleep quick ’cause he makes me feel tired with his, slow tune what’s only good for bugs. Git a hairpin for me to poke him with, Molly, quick!\ I found the hairpin, and I don’t know why my hand trembled as I banded it to Billy. As soon as be got it be climbed ont the window, glass, bug and all, and 1 saw him and the red set ter go down the garden walk together In pursuit of the desired lizard, I sup pose. I closed the blinds and drew the curtains again and flung myself on my pillow. Something warm and sweet seemed to be sweeping over me in great waves, and I felt young and close up to some sort of big world good. It was delicious, and 1 don’t know how long I would have stayed there just feeling It if Judy hadn't brought in my letter. He bad written from London, and it was many pages of wonderful things all flavored with me. He told me about Miss Chester and what good friends they were and how much be hoped Bhe would be in Hillsboro when he got here. He said that a great many of her dainty ways reminded him of his “own slip of a girl,” especially the turn of her bead like a “flower on its. stem.” At that I got right out of bed like a jack jumping out of a box and looked at myself in the mirror. There is one exercise here on page twenty that I hate worst of all. You Bcrew up your face tight until you look like a Christmas mask to get your neck muscles «taut and then wobble your head around like a newborn baby until it swims. 1 did that one twenty extra times and all the others in pro portion to make up for those two hours In bed. Hereafter I’ll get up at the time directed on page three or maybe earlier. It frightens me to think that I’ve got only a few weeks more to turn from a cabbage rose into a lily. 1 won’t let myself even think \luscious peach” and “string bean.\ If I do 1 get warm and happy all over and let up on myself I try when 1 get hun gry to think of iniself in that blue muslin dress I haven’t been really willing before to write down in this torture volume that I took that garment to the city with me and what Mme Rene did to it— made it over into the loveliest thing 1 ever saw. only 1 wouldn't let her alter the size one single Inch. I’m honor able. as all women are. at peculiar times. I think she understood, but she Beemcd not to and worked a miracle od It with ribbon and lace. I’ve put It away on the top shelf of a closet, for it is torment to look at It You can just take any old recipe for a party and mix up a debut for a girl, but It takes more time to concoct one for a widow, especially if it is for yourself. 1 spent all the rest of the day doing almost nothing and thinking nntil I felt lightheaded. Finally I bad Just ubout given up any idea of a blaze and bad decided to leak out in general society as quietly as my clothes would let me when a real conflagration was lighted Inside me. If Tom Pollard wasn’t my own first cousin I would have loved him desper ately even if 1 am a week older than be. He was about the only oasis in my marriage mirage, though I don’t think anybody would think of calling him at ail green. He never stopped coming to see me occasionally, and Mr Carter liked him. He was the first man to notice the white ruche I sewed in the neck of my old bluck taffeta four or five months ago. and he let me see that he noticed it out of the comer of his eyes even right there in church under Auut Adeline’s very elbow. He makes love unconsciously, and be flirts with his own mother As soon as I’ve made this widowhood hurdle- well. I’m going to spend a lot of time buying tobacco with him in his run about, which soumis as if it wns named for himself. (.Continued next week'' Powerful Combination. Tim was a protege of Mr. Blank a well known Boston lawyer. H was often in trouble, but by per sonal influence with the courts Mi Blank managed to have him le down easy, so it became a matter o: talk, the Green Bag says, that hi did not suffer greatly in being ax rested. “How is it, Tim,” some one asket one day, “that yon are arrestee very often, but never go to jail o: pay any fines?” “It’s jnst this way,” Tim replied fiI have Mr. Blank for me lawyer and what he doesn’t know about the latft I tells him.”
