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LOSE ON THE PONIES,
THEN SOAK HUBBIES
English Society Women Have a
Novel Scheme to Hide
Their Losses ■ ■. i
LONDON, May 14.— A case which was
heard yesterday at the West London
county court will probably Induce hus
bands to scrutinize their wives mil
linery bills with some care in future.
; It was alleged that society women
who dealt With a west end milliner not
only bought hats from her. but also in
structed her to back horses for them,
and that "To one hat, $10, ' in a bill
really meant "Desmond's Pride; $■> eacli
way." ' * „
"The correspondence appears to dis
close a shocking state of affairs. Sir
■William Selfe, the judge, declared. I
wish that husbands who imagine their
wives are purchasing *37 hats knew
that instead they are investing the
money on horse races." «^
\ The action was brought by George
Lascelles, a turf commission agent of
Southport, against Madame Kmtlie
Whyte, a Sloan? street milliner, to re
. cover $96.26 which, lie contended, she
received as his agent.
"MpHsimp Whvte wrote to Mr. Las
celles in September last and asked him
to open an account with her, said
Stephen Low, who appeared for Mr.
Lascelles. "She intimated that she
could obtain good'clients for him, and
he agreed to allow her a consideration
for any business that resulted.
"That she was acting on behalf of
■women in the west end is conclusively
proved by a letter which she said she
had received on behalf of Lady S .
"On March 15 she wired to Mr. Las
, celles that she had ten clients, each of
whom desired to invest $10 on Des
mond's Pride for the Lincoln handicap
at *5 to win and $5 for a place—
asking if he would accept such a com
mission. Mr. Lascelles replied that he
would, provided the money was de
posited with her. She informed him
that she had received the money, and
on this assurance Mr. Lascelles booked
the bet.
"The horse did not win. or even gam
a place. When a request for payment
was made, Madame Whyte set up ahe
plea that she was acting on her own
behalf and that Mr. Lascelles was pre
vented by the gaming act from re
covering the money.
"She was entitled to $1.25 in respect
of another bet. and this reduces the
amount of the claim; to the sum sued
for."
Madame Whyte assured the judge
that she had not backed horses for |
other women.
"I lost a lot of money," she said,
weeping. "I was terrified lest my hus
band should find me out."
"The documents," the judge stated,
"show that Mr. Lascelles dealt with
Madame Whyte on the understanding
that she had people round her who had
money to pay, and that she was acting
as his agent. Under these circum
stances there will be judgment for him
for the amount claimed, with costs."
Miss Pert—There is one bad thing
about these chic chanticleer fashion
effects.
Miss Smart—What is that?
Miss Pert—They won't he loft tn us
young girls. All the old hens will ho
wearing thorn.—Springfield Republican.
LIKE most persons vrthose deaf-'
ness arises from hardened
drums, Braxmar heard best
above a continued noise, and
as the express pounded its way to
ward Chicago lie became more and
more sensible to some one weeping
in an agony of distress.
The sound came from the berth
above him and he pushed his bell
for the porter.
"George," he xalled, aa an ebon
face ■was thrust through the cur
tains, "is there a woman in the up
per berth?"
"Yeaeir," shouted the porter. "She
flone got on at Albany."
"She's in trouble," he announced.
"Can't you hear her crying?"
The porter listened intently, then
shook his head. "I doan' hear nuth
ln'," he reported.
"I do," persister Braxma*. "See
If she needs anything."
Ho sank back against th« -pillow
and presently lieard the porter
climbing the stepladder. Then the
black head was thrust between his
curtains again and the man shouted:
"She says, she's sorry, but she
didn't think anyone could hear her
In this noise, and she just had to
cry."
"Is there anything she needs?" he
called back.
"Shd says there ain't nothin" we
kin do."
Braxmar could sleep leaning
against a post, and soon he dropped
off again. He was one of the first
up in the morning, and as the sleeper
was the last car on the train he
went out on the rear platform for a
smoke in the bracing air.
Tha car had been made up and
had resumed its daytime aspect when
be returned. The other half of his
Bection was occupied by a slender,
girlish figure. She started as he
dropped into the neat opposite.
"Aro you the gentleman whom I
disturbed' last night'" she asked,
leaning forward.
"You didn't disturb me," he cor
rected. "I heard you crying and
thought perhaps that you needed
help. You see, I hear best when
there's a noise, and I knew that no
one elso was probably aware of your
trouble. You might have been in
need of help."
"I am," she said, with a wan little
smile, "but not such as one's fellow
, passengers can give. I am going to
my brother, who is accused of mur
der. I heard of It Just in time to
catch this train."
"John Findlay?" ho asked.
The girl started.
' "How did you know?" she gasped, i
"I am a detective," he explained.
"They wired me to come on. It was
ft random guess, but a probable one.
I am retained by the Arntons."
She eank back in her place. "In
that case," she said, "I don't suppose
I ought to talk to you. You are en
gaged to fasten the crime on John."
"Quite to the contrary," he said,
moving into the seat beside her. "I
am engaged to find out the murderer
of Caspian Arnton; not to say that
this man or that Is guilty."
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strong," she said hopelessly. "I
don't see what hope there is."
"Suppose you tell me what you
know,' he pleaded. "It may help
bring the guilty man to Justice."
There was something in Braxmar's
manner that Inspired confidence,
and simply, directly, she told him
what she knew. From the press re
port he had only learned that John
Pindlay had shot and killed Caspian
Arnton as, the result of a feud. It
was the girl who supplied the mo
tive.
They had all lived in the little
town of Remsen, in the northern part
of Ohio. Helen Findlay had been
engaged to Arnton, but had broken
the engagement on account of cer
tain stories that had come to her
knewledge.
Arnton had let It be inferred that
he had broken the engagement for
reasons he did not care to divulge.
The Arntons were wealthy, and lead
ers of the town's society and the
people had elected to believe Arn
ton.
Helen had gone to visit relatives
in Albany until the talk died down,
but her brother had staid on because
he could not afford to give up his
position with the railroad.
There had been several encounters
between the two men, and when
Arnton had been found dead almost
in the shadow of his home, Findlay
had been accused.
A search of his lodgings discov
ered a pair of shoes stained with the
red earth found in that part of the
street and in his cash drawer at the
station vras found a revolver with
oue chamber discharged. The bullet
found In Arnton'6l spine was of the
same caliber, and Flndlay's declara
tion that the revolver had been fully
loaded when he left tho office found
greater credence than his statement
that the revolver had been left in
the cash drawer.
Given the motive, tho weapon with
which the deed was accomplished
and an inability to establish an alibi,
and it was not to be wondered at
that the case was regarded aa good
as tried.
Braxmar had been sent for by the
family merely that he might com
plete the tying of the various
threads, and lend to the trial the
prestige of a nriae well known in
criminal circles.
Br&xmar's deafness was little
handicap to him in his work. On
the contrary, It sometimes helped
him, and he had a Rplondid record as
an Investigator, Even Helen had
heard of him and found infinite re
lief in his quiet comment when she
had finished her story. ■
"The cane Ik too simple to be cor
reot," he declared. "The breakfast
car has been put on. Let us have a
cup 'if coffee."
Braxmar's cheerfulness communi
cated itself somewhat to the girl and
as her face lit up and the haggard
lines of care faded, her beauty com
pleted the conquest her heartbroken
sobbing had begun.
That afternoon he visited her at
her hotel. "I thought you might like
to know," he explained, "that I have
dropped^ <?U ■_ at- the,,, emjqpy^of^thej
LOS ANGELES HERALD: SUNDAY MOHXTXG, MAY 15, 1010.
ern provinca of the Dourn, where the
1., si and most expensive port wine is
produced, and the southern provinces,
whence come the cheap and inferior
qualities.
Certain dishonest wine merchants of
south eluding the vigilance of
thiii.nv, I^ave been surreptlttonsly pre
paring their wines with a view to sell
ing tin'iii later ;is port.
Arnton family. They insisted that
the facts were clear and that I had
only to bridge certain gaps. I told
them that I worked along my own
lines or not at all."
"And you have given up the case?"
she cried despairingly.
"Not at all. I have retained my
self to prove the Arntons the fools
that they are. I am working for
Ham Braxmar now —and for justice."
"Do ycu think there is anything
in the statement of the yardman?"
"I think Tomlin fired the shot,
just as he says. His account 1b that
your brother forgot to lock up the
THE OTHER HALF OF HIS SECTION WAS OCCUPIED 3Y A SLENDER, GIRLISH FIGURE.
cash drawer. He saw a man down,
the track trying to break into a box
car. He got the gun and fired ono
shot, scaring the man away. A loco
motive whistled just then and
drowned the report."
"They claim that Tomlin la tell
ing that story to aa-ve Jack."
''And of the two, Tomlin tells the
trufh/' he laughed. "I'll gamble on
thai."
Braxmar's words brought comfort.
A few days apt" an Important con
signment of southern wine arrived at
a ci rtaln railway station on tlie Douro.
The report spread rapidly, the bells of
twenty-four surrounding villages rang
the alarm, and over a thousand men,
With firearms and axes, attacked the
station.
They overpowered the employes and
quickly hurst the barrels of southern
w ine. which they threw over the rocks.
as the days progressed the web
seemed to draw more tightly about
her brother.
The Arntons arranged with a Chi
cago detective agency to send half a
dozen men to work on the case and
freely declared their intention of
forcing Flndlay to pay the penalty
of his crime.
Braxmar had dropped out of sight
after that first day. He had warned
Helen that he would not remain in
town, but that she need not feel any
uneasiness on that account, and con
cluded that he iiad assumed some
disguise for the purpose of working
to better advantage.
Once or twice a letter, mailed In
the railway post, assured her of
progress, and she took heart of grace,
though the detectives were building
up a mass of evidence that seemed
destined to crush Find lay beneath
Its -weight. Not a atone was being
left unturned, and Flndlay's refusal,
to speak only Increased the general
belief that he was guilty.
Two men were .brought forward
hwho^eclarafethMttflflaHaHag&TO-Jhe^
Gallons of tho ruby-colored liquid
flowed Into the river below, staining
It red as with blood. The mob then
peacefully retreated to their villages,
>hi eiing the Douro port wine.
SEVERE*ON~ SIMON
Mr. Simon Hardcaatle believed with
sincere faith that any wif" who ha I. or
asked, more than a quarter a year for
h'T i«vn nmmemont or enjoyment was
accused loitering in the shadows of
some pine trees in a yard the block
below the Arnton home. When they
spoke, demanding to know his busi
nes, he turned and vanished into the
thicket.
His landlady testified that she had
found pine needles upon the carpet
the morning following the tragedy,
and the servant girl yerified this last
statement.
The case was practically concluded
and the Arntons were insistent upon
an immediate trial, but to this Find
lay's lawyer would not consent. He
was entitled to a reasonable delay
in preparing the case and he asked
for a month.
It was the general opinion that
the postponement would do little
more than extend Flndlay's life by
four weeks and, as the matter pro
gressed, even Helen seemed to lose
hope.
When Tomlin suddenly disappear
ed without a word to anyone the last
vestige of hope seemed to go. He
had.^eld, uoisUakun, ,to,.tiie.statement
a boinff too horrible to contemplate.
lie came from the villas- store for din
ner and told what he bad hoard.
"Miranda, would you believe that the
Lord's prayer could be engraved in a
■pace no larger than a dime?"
"Well, yes, Simon," she hasarded,
■■If a dime is as large in the engraver'«
eye as it i.s in yours, 1 should think
thai he would have no difficulty at all."
The Housekeeper.
wag missing from FinUlay's revolver,
and It was the general belief that
the detectives had Induced him to
leave town, depriving the defense of
this slender support.
Then, one evening, the operator at
the postoffice telegraph station let
out a whoop that startled the little
company waiting for the distribution
of the night mall.
"They've caught the man who
killed Can Arnton," lie shouted. Thia
Is a telegram to hia sister. Listen:
'Am coming eaßt wtth Tomlln and
the slayer of Caspian Arnton.' It's
Bigned by the fellow from New York
who was here the day after the mur
der."
"It's a bluff," declared one of the
local solons. "They're got Cas Arn
ton's killer locked up In the jail
now."
"That Braxmar Is a mighty clever
chap!" dissented the operator.
"Can't tell me," insisted the wise
one. "I tell you it's as plain as day.
I knew It from the very first. I told
the sheriff. 'Sheriff,' says I, 'if you
want the, man who killed Cas look
for a fellow by the name of Findlay."
"How about his sinter?" piped a
voice from the crowd. "She might
like to have a look at that telegram."
Thus reminded, the operator shot
across the street to the hotel.
A little later he ran across with
one to the effect that there had been
a railroad wreck and their arrival
would be delayed.
It was the second day following
that Braxmar and Tomlin stepped
from the train and were driven to
the hotel. There were Just the two
of them and Remsen thrilled w»th
the report that It wai Tomlin who
had done the murder.
Later - on, after the prosecuting
officers had left the conference, It
became known that the person who
had fired the shot had been killed
in the wreck which had delayed the
others, but had made a deposition
that entirely exonerated Findlay.
"It's a very simple matter," ex
plained Braxmar, when he and Helen
were alone. "There waa Just one
clew that was not being worked on.
That, was the man who was trying
to enter the box car. It was a train
of empties being rushed west. > He
could have no incentive to force the
door except that he wanted to get
away quickly and unobtrusively." -
"But they all thought Tomlin's
story was an untruth," she said.
"That was why they did not follow
it up."
"And why I did. It's always the
obscure clew that pays best. I found
that many of the railroad men ■■ had
guns like your brother. The bard
ware ■ store sold about three : dozen.
Now, Arnton had a bullet |In 1 his
spine. ; No one seemed jto see an
other bullet fn a nearby tree. - If It
was your brother's shot, how was It
that there was but one chamber dis
charged when ' two shots I had been
fired?" •■ "".. ■*. : ■■-■■■ ' „": i' J
"They never saw th:.t," she echoed
■ softly. , •'•' V ■'■ -■■".■■■-.'■."• .' :'
"Now, your brother was not the
only one who j had a | reason j to take
Arnton's life.; As you told me on the
train, there was that I affair of the
GlUls- girl. • It ;was-'Glllis who «r©pt
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PART II
HELLO! 'CENTRAL' TAKES
LOVE; SCORNING MILLION
Telephone Girl Weds Poor Chauf
feur Though Wooed by
Rich Californian
NEW YORK, May 14.—Frederick CV
Fettee, known as the . handsomest v
chauffeur on Broadway, who has fur
nished for his bride a flat at 403 East
Forty-second street, wishes lie wan
within reaching distance of the face
of the man who has revealed his secret. ■
Just us if it waa the sort of secret that
could be kept!
The secret is the fact that Mrs. Fet
tee admits Mho refusel a millionaire in
order to marry the chauffeur,
"Now. when I go down the .street,"
stormed Fettee. ■ "everybody will turn
around and point after mo and say:
•Oh, look! ' There goes the chap a girl
gave a millionaire up for!' -..Yen, and J
then they'll say: 'What queer things
girls will do!' or something like that. '
And some'll say: 'Wonder what She
thought she. saw in him.' It's too had."
Mrs. Fetteo was Miss Charlotte Grace
De Well. She was telephone operator
In a Broadway hotel. She has golden
hair and big blue eyes. A couple of .
years ago Edward C. Barry, a Califor
nia millionaire hotel man, saw those
eyes, s.rcj his ivas a very bad esse,:.
Just to hear her voice, Barry, spent
almost enough money on the 'phone to
put the dividends up. She says ho pro
posed marriage. But I Freddie Fettea
happened along with his smiling face.
He made love at the switchboard, and
as he talked of what they could do to
gether on his $20 a week and his pros
pects, the girl forgot the pride she had
tried to feel in the prospect of a house
oi Fifth avenue and an automobile.
When the millionaire came back she
told him. For a year, she says, he tried
to dissuade her. Within a year Fetteo
had saved up enough money to furnish
a flat. Barry at last went west In
sadness.
"I am very happy." Bald Mrs. Fettee.
"I don't regret the chance I threw
away at all. Fred and I love each
other. Love Is something you cannot
buy. I'd rather live in my little flat
and know that my husband loves ma
than live in a palace and know that I
didn't love my husband."
"And me." said Fettee. "Oh, I've got
all 1 want. We're all right." .
He was asked for his portrait. "No,
no, no!" cried Mrs. Fettee. "There'd bo
more women after him then than there
are now. I don't want to lose him.""
SAY 'HERR.' PLEASE. WHEN
TALKING IN GERMANY
BEJILJN, May 14.—Excepting their
passion for Dreadnausrhts, modern
Germans have no predilection more
strongly developed than their in
satiable love for titles. «The very latest
phenomenon in this lino is tho proposal
that male patients In the Berlin munic
ipal hoaptta] ihall hereafter be ad
dressed with the prefix "Herr" (Mr.).
Attending physicians and nurses are
no lonfjer to address their male charges
by their surnames or merely as "pa
tients," but aro to go tlu ugh tho
form of sayinK "Mr. Patient" In all
cases. The momentous question of
mi'kins the new title compulsory is
down as a special order of business at
an early meeting of the town council.
Inside of the station again, satisfied
that he had scared the man away.
"GUlla has friends in East Omaha.
In the Packlngtown out there, and
it was only natural that he should
make for that point, a« no one hers
knew of bis friendships. I trailed
him along. He used to be In th«
yards here and the railroad men
passed him along once he got clear
of the town. Some of the train men
remembered and in Chicago I found
where he had gone." -*v.'.v ■;■*/
- "And to think that you did all this i
for John," she said softly.
"I told you I was working for
Ham Braxmar," he corrected. "I was
angry when they Insisted that I
should work on the clews already
provided. I wanted to show them
that I was right."
"But I can never repay you for
your kindness," she persisted.
Braxmar looked as though ther»
might be two sides to that question*
but he only smiled.
"In the morning," he said, "they
will call the case and make a motion
to dismiss, i Your brother will bo
free by noon. Will you remain here?'*
"I think we shall," she sail
quietly.
"I should like to keep In toucfit
with my unofficial client," he laugh*
ed a little awkwardly.
He longed to take her In his arms
and tell her of his love, but it
seemed too much like presuming on
his services, though he had deter
mined to marry her the morning that
they met— and more than the male
factor could testify that Braxmar
usually got what he went after. -'•,
Her grave eyes read his secret but
respected his reserve, though a rosy
flush told Braxmar that he might
hope. ". ' /*.•■'
"But to think It was John Oilllfl
! who flre'd the shot," she mused. "H« ,
always seemed such a patient, plod«
ding sort of fellow." ;V- .
"I didn't say it was GIlHs," bO
corrected. "It was the girl. I knew
that before we ever reached town.**
"Yet you went after her father?*
••When I heard the story I realized
that the man who climbed | into - thj
car was the man who was concerned
in the case. Gillis missed his daugh«
ter, who was really Insane, and wens
in search of her. He knew wher*
he should be most likely to find heft
and came up with them just as thf
shots were fired. •
v "His idea was to take the blame
on himself, for he never supposed
that they would accuse your brothef.
By leaving town In this sudden fash*
ion he hoped to - direct suspicion t#
himself. I followed; his trail as t)*»
ing easier and more direct. ;
"In the excitement of the murd«
his disappearance passed unnoticed,
for he was close-mouthed and ? fe#,.
knew the story of his daughter's dl*>
grace."
"Then that other story must com«
out, too?" faltered. ■"•..".' ~: >y
"You will both be cleared," hi
explained. "Even the Arntons Witt
know your reason for the broken es*
gagoment." . ' . \ :
"And to think that if; we had Ml
both taken that train," I she mused.
■. "I ; hope i that ( you i will : always b«
—that we toic that: trato^M
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