Evening Star Newspaper, November 6, 1928, Page 27

‘ 5 » ’ {(ecfly clear and complete reason for it. THE TULE MARSH MURDER Copyright, 1928, by Bell Syndicate, Ine THE STORY THUS FAR. Don Eilsworth’s wife, formerly the famous aciress, Sheila O'Shay. disappears. leaving 1o trace. Dr. Cav h, the great crim- inal psychologist, learns that their married ife has been very unhappy. that ' she " was engaged to Don Ellsworth before his marriage. An_unidentified body is found in the Tule utside the city. It has been burned re in the marsh until it is entirely nizable_expect for the fact that it Dr. Cavanaugh is called in to on. Dpiece of scalp from Don_Ellsworth re- but he secures one unknown a . tells Peter Piper that the he marsh is that . come interested, fi Peter. who is is torn betweel that she knows something about the murder. Mrs. Kane, a O'Shay’s waiting woman. is arrested in the case and Peter is sent to interview her. He learns that Sheila O'Shay forced Don 'Ellsworth to marry her by threatening & breach of promise suit. Peter makes a soclal call on Barbara Cavanaugh. CHAPTER XXII _ (Continued From Yesterday's Star.) ARBARA stood slim and straight in the doorway. Her clothes, Peter noted, were slim and straight, like herself. So were the clothes of every other girl on the street, but the fact had escaped Pater’s observation. She was a girl who never bothered with being surprised. ‘The cascade of coins on the hall floor passed without immediate comment. “Nellie needn’t have put you in the coventry like this—out in the hall,” she said. “Come on in, won’t you?” She held aside a curtain and they were in a small, rather jolly little room which seemed to be full of a fireplace and orange marigolds, Peter followed the casual wave of her hand toward an armchair. He was already in it before he noticed that Barbara remained standing, her elbow crooked across the corner of the fireplace. Another of the tribal cus- toms. He ought to have walted till she sat down. But it was too late now to Jump up. “Well,” sald Barbara, gazing down into the fire and addressing the glowing heap of coal, “I don't suppose you came on purpose to play with the card tray. Don't tell me you're after another story.” Peter rose from his chair with delib- eration. He was more angry than he had ever been in his life before. Anger broke over him, wave upon wave, and left him trembling. He forgot that he had ever in his life gone after a story and been proud of it. He stopd over her, tall and men- acing, by the fireplace, with less than a foot between them. His clenched hands were drawn back, the arms slightly bent. Barbara stared into furious gray eyes. 1f she had been a man, she knew that she would have been knocked down. She squared her shoulders, ever so slightly. “Story-be-damned!” Peter said slow- 1y, striking each word a separate blow. “What do you take me for? I came to see you, I tell you! I came to— to make a call!” “Oh! Oh! Oh!” Barbara's laughter was_not polite, controlled, musical laughter. It was the helpless, choking. clutching laughter of one seized and shaken gy an irresistible hurricane of mirth. “So—so, that’s the way you make & call, is it? Do you—do you—do it like this—very often’ She leaned her forehead against the mantelpiece, her shoulders shaking. Against the mighty wind of such laugh- ter there was no defense. Peter was caught up in it, helpless. Barbara lifted her face, scarlet from chin to brow, and wiped the tears from her flooded eyes. . . “No,” said the grinning Peter. “I never made a call before.” “Let's begin then. The first thing pe;zple usullltly dodo in thseu course ufdu call is to si wn. ppose we do But before she turned from the fireplace, standing very straight and the towering Peter, she held out her hand. It was & shall, slim hand, and yet somehow not incompetent—a hand that would be accurate and sure in all its movements, & hand that would never flutter nor fall helplessly nor make fu- tile, bungling gestures.. Its clasp was ver{ firm, very alive. *“I want to thank you,” Barbara said, her face grave now and sharpened into the withdrawn yet alert look which Peter remembered. “I haven’t laughed like that since—for a long time.” The instant’s hesitation brought Pe- mt mind leaping back to forgotten y. BUBUBBOET ‘You're feeling quite all right again after—your illness, the other morn- ing? “Quit The word fell like a pebble dropped | very gently into deep water. Barbara had sunk into the second of the two fireside armchairs. Her hands were clasped lightly in her lap, but some- thing in the poise of her body was wary rather than relaxed. “Please don't look like that,” Peter blurted. “I like you ever so much better when you're Alice in Wonder- land. I like you that way best of all” “But this isn't G murmur, from very far away. “Bel this time, was near and crisp and firm, like watercress just out of a brook— “you mustn't like me that way, in pieces. I won't be a character that you've made up for yourself. I'm just—I. If that's not good enough——" 's quite good enough.” To his sur- prise, as if it belonged to some one else, Peter heard his voice shaking. “I'm sorry I made such a fool of my- self, and got mad a minute ago.” “You were, rather,” Barbara agreed. “After all, the only times I'd ever seen you you'd been after a story. I thought it was the only thing you ever did. I'm glad it isn't.” Her eyes, lifted his, had the undisguised beaming friendliness of a child’s. Peter made a decision. It was rather a momentous decision, inasmuch as it sacrificed his gods—the gods of the without a quiver. he said solemnly. “I romise that I'll never mention the llsworth case to you again. I guess that'll show whether I'm always ‘after’ something.” “Oh, but don’t do that!” There was a touch of panic in the hurrying pro- test. “I want to know all I can about it. ‘The newspapers never tell any- thing until it's—too late. Don’t shut me out, please!” Peter's hand reached out in a ges- ture of warning. She was giving her- self away—and she mustn't; not to Peter Piper of the Herald. The small face turned up to him was harried. “Look here,” he said again. “Are you taking me for a friend?” “Yes,” she said quietly. “I've no ;msiness to, I suppose; but I think Peter sighed—a heavy, gusty and by no means chivalrous sigh with which to greet an offer of friendship. “It complicates things, rather. But it’s worth it.” “Thanks.” That was said as a small boy might say it, hiding feeling with an abrupt casualness. “I can't help knowing that you are— interested—in this case.” “I am that” In the remembered Irish inflection of her voice he heard again the gamin, the “guttersnipe,” the girl of the orphanage, the girl who had been like a little wild thing in a hostile wood. If she had bared her small, sharp teeth and struck, in cir- cumstances he could not know, he, for one, would remember that girl of the orphanage. He would not blame her for it. Never. But she did not know what she was up against. He didn't know, either, for that matter. He'd have to know, if he was to help her. “I won’t shut you out” he sald gently. “T'll tell you anything you want to know. But believe me, it's for your sake I ask you not to shut me out, either.- Let’s go at it together.” “I—know.” She closed her eyes. Her face became a sharp, white mask against the dark chairback. For a mo- ment he wondered if she were going to faint again. But her eyes, when she opened them, were intent and very steady. “I'm willing to help you in any way I can,” she said. “I'll help you with my father. If there are things I can't tell you, I'll say so. But I'm asking you to be frank with me, when all I can promise is to be as frank with you as I can, It doesn’t seem & very fair bargain.” “It isn't a bargain at all-I'm not dealing in bargains. Did you think I was holding out for a quid pro quo?” “No,” Barbara said hastily. ‘“Now, don't go and get angry again. You're so—unpredictable.” “Goodness knows what I'm letting myself in for. I may be compounding a felony, for all I know. Not that I care, only I generally prefer to com- pound my own felonies, with my eyes open. “But I'm going to trust your judg- ment—because I believe you've got Jjudgment. Only there’s just one thing. “I'm willing to tell you anything you want to know—only you must never ask me to withhold anything from the paper unless you can give me a per- for Santa Claus —the merry old gentleman whose happi- ness campaign will wax warm during the next seven weeks—and end as it always does in many happy returns of the day! In Voteless Washington ‘twas ever thus!—the bright spot during a Presi- dential Year is the fact that Christmas comes so soon after Election Day. From now ’til Christmas, our platform of “Gifts That Please”—backed up by a landslide of happiness suggestions for both men and women—is one that should win the enthusiastic support of both parties—the givers and receivers. Established 1876 i Mail Orders Prepaid 1314-16-18 F Street N.W. w o) des"—the voice had come back'| And even then, you must leave it to me, absolutely. “If you use anything I get to keep somebody else two leaps ahead of the sheriff—well, that just adds to the complications of existence. By the way, the one bit of news you probably don’t know is that Don Ellsworth mar- ried Sheila O'Shay under threat of a breach of promise suit.” “Oh, I am glad!” Barbara’s face was lit with sudden, incredulous de- light. “No,"” she added thoughtfully, “I didn’t know that.” ou seem rather pleased about it. The room, for all its dancing firelight, seemed gray and chilly, tricked out in the flaming mockery of orange mari- golds, Don Ellsworth belonged to her own tribe. “I am. Up to the very day that I got his wedding announcement, I thought Don and I were engaged. I Just had to believe there was some ex- | planation—he wasn't the sort of per- son who could let you down without a reason. Of course, I'm glad to know he didn’t do a thing like that of his own free will!” “You care—such a lot?" “That isn't the point at all. He would cut his tongue out sooner than acknowledge a thing like that. It's the one thing I never understood—and couldn't ask.” “Well,” said Peter wearily. “I don’t think he’ll share your transports at having it known. It rather puts a crimp in him as the bereaved young husband of an adored wife.” “You mean they'll suspect him?” They’ll suspect- everybody they pos- sibly can—you can bet on that.” Barbara opened her mouth as if for furious protest. Then she closed it again and merely squared her shoul- ders against the back of the chair. “Don’s all right,” she said at last. “Only I suppose there isn't any use shouting about it. But if you go after him with any of your strong-arm methods, be sure you know what you're about. Don doesn’t like newspaper re- porters—not one little bit, he doesn't!" (To be continued.) A Calendar on Her Wrist. 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