Indianapolis Times, Volume 35, Number 207, Indianapolis, Marion County, 11 January 1924 — Page 18

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THE SHOT IN THE NIGHT

BEGIN HERE TODAY The writer of this story, seeking: nocturnal adventure, wilks toward London from Woolwich. He stops to rest in front of a lone, low house of interesting architecture, with front covered with white stucco. Tail French windows lead into the garden. In one of the French windows there burned a light. A revolver shot is heard. The writer lifts the latch of the gate and tiptoes up the walk to peer into the lighted window. He sees a man seated in a desk chair. He steps into the room and finds the man dead. A door opening into a dressing-room is ajar and from that room comes the sound of sobbing. NOW GO ON WITH THE STORY SHERE was a big armchair covered with crackling chintz, heavily flowered in blue. Upon it, or rather upon her knees on the floor and thrown face down upon the armchair, lay a woman, whose shoulders convulsively heaved as she wept. Evidently she had just risen from her bed, for over her dressing gown of green silk, unbound curly red hair flowed in heavy waves. I watched her for a moment, for there was something abject in her attitude. Her arms were outstretched across the chair; she made no attempt to wipe her tears. V I had a queer feeling that she wept as'if she were bleeding to death. Her plump, pretty white arms came NO DOUBT IT WAS HER BEAUTY WHICH INCLINED ME TO MERCY. out of the green silk sleeves. I was just about to go to her, when I perceived in one of her hands a revolver, firmly grasped. . . . She’d killed him! That woman! It was she who had fired the shot. Obviously it was her husband whom she’d . . . Swiftly the domestic tragedy took form. A maddened woman, killing, one didn’t know why, the man who had spent a lonely night in the room beyond. But the tears interfered with the logical continuity of my thoughts. Murderess or not, she was crying, and crying so that my heart went soft with sympathy. I went up to her. laid a comforting hand upon a shoulder that heaved. I expected her to start up with a scream, but I had forgotten how much she must need the comfort of human contact, for, instead she suddenly

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raised her head, gripping - my hand. Looking up at me with a stained, blotched face, she murmured: "For God’s sake, don’t leave me." She rested her cheek against my hand. Her sobs were louder now. "Os course I won’t leave you,” I said, in comforting tone. “Oh, don't' leave me,” she said again. “Now, try and pull yourself together,” I remarked. “It’s no use crying.” At this her sobs increased so as to become almost screams; I realized what a foolish thlfig I had said. I did not know what to do. I couldn't stay .Indefinitely to be discovered by the servants perhaps. So I used a heroic remedy. Freeing my hand by a violent effort, I seized her by the shoulders and forced her to her feet, shaking her vigorously two or three times. She gave me a moan, a gasp, and suddenly her tears stopped. She was staring at me with open eyes, her mouth still convulsed, but silent. “Now,” I said, “quick. You’ve no time to waste. What happened?" She seemed to find speech difficult, but she tried: “I can’t tell you. . .” “Oh, nonsense!” I spoke harshly on purpose. “It’s no use trying to hide. I’ve just been through that room and I found your husband, at least I suppose it’s your husband. . . . Don’t begin crying again,” I said angrily, as her mouth opened. “It’s your only chance. Tell me what happened. You shot him, didn’t cu?"

“Yes.” I caught the whisper. “Well now, what’s to be done?” She was rapidly becoming composed: “There’s nothing to be done except send for the police." “I suppose I ought to,” I said. “But I don’t want to if I can help it. Oh. whatever made you do this?” She was not listening to me, for she replied: “Is he dead?" “Yes, he’s dead," I told her. “I looked. But. way, you haven’t asked me what I'm doing here.” Sho shrugged her shoulders. “Yes. I agree with you; it doesn’t matter. I was passing outside; I heard a shot, and I came in.” “Well, you’d better send for the pclice.” “Why should I?” I looked at her snore carefully. Instinctively, she had wiped her face; no doubt it was her beauty which inclined me to rr.ercv. I realized that when all was well with her, this woman would show most beautiful features. The rough, ruddy hair hung in tangled locks, as If it had been raveled out of its plaits, for a gieen bow hung at the end of a strand of hair. It grew low upon the white brow, where it made seven beautiful points of bright bronze. Under gleaming golden eyebrows, large green eyes were looking at me piteously, and a very red mouth trembled. “Look here.” I said, “Suppose I’d passed your house five minutes later, I shouldn’t have come In. Then you could have escaped. Now, look here, get your clothes on. and go as quick as you can otherwise you’re sure to he caught. You’ll go to prison for years. Get your clothes on quick. By the time you're ready I'll be gone.” She seized my arm with her free

hand, having evidently forgotten the revolver in the other: “Don’t go '* she whispered. Then, tensely: “If you go. I'll shoot myself, too.” "But .... but,” I said vaguelyy “Don’t go. Yes, I killed him. I don't care. I couldn't help it. I had to. It couldn’t go on. I couldn’t stand it," she said on a louder note, which made me fear renewed hysterics. But suddenly she grew calm: "I don’t know who you are and I don’t care. I don't care about anything. I don’t care if they hang me .... I wish they would.” “Os course they won’t hang you.” “Listen. Let me tell you. I want to tell you. I suppose you think I’m horrible because Dm a murderess. I couldn’t help it." She released my arm and sat down heavily in the armchair, as if her energy deserted her, but all through her story her voice was now audible, though monotonous. "The man you’ve just seen, who’s dead in there, was my husband. We’ve been married for seven years. When we married I was 17 and he was 45. I didn’t want to marry him. I . . . wanted to marry somebody else . . . my boy Dick. My mother, well, she didn’t like Dick. You see, we were w'hat is called nice people, and Dick was third mate on a ship in the merchant service. Mother said he wasn’t .... the right class for me. They wouldn’t let me marry him. He was only 21, and he wasn’t earning much. Oh, I was bad, bad.” She stopped, and I said: “How do you mean, bad?” “Oh, I ought to have stuck to him. I promised him. I told him I’d wait. But they wanted me to marry .... the man I married. He was rich, very rich, and we were so poor. Oh, I ought to have stuck to him, my boy Dick . . . but they were too strong for me. I couldn’t. I was only 17. Oh, you do understand, don’t you? I couldn’t. They were too strong.” “Yes,” I said. “I understand. Go on.” “Well,” she went on. “I married him. I couldn’t help it. Seven years ago. He wasn’t unkind to me at first. He said he loved me, and I suppose he did. And I tried to love him, too. I did my best; I swear to you I did my best. But I couldn’t. I was always thinking of my boy Dick, far away, and the dreadful letter he wrote me when he heard that I’d married He was right, but It hurt me dreadfully. For a year or two things went well enough. J was very wretched, but I ddin’t show It. And my husband, he seemed pleased. But one day, I don’t know how. he found out about Dick. I don’t see why he minded. I’d married him; that ought to have been enough for him. I was a good wife to him; I swear to you I was. But he got jealous. Jealous of my poor boy Dick, so far away, whom I hadn’t even seen since I married. My husband began to talk to me about Dick. Well, I tried to say it was just a boy and girl aifair, but my husband understood. He couldn’t help seeing that I didn’t love him. He thought it was Dick’s fault, and so it was in a- way. He began to bate him. He was jealous of him, just because I

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and opened an office. And he made a lot of money, for he was clever. Oh, I couldn't bear it.” "But how do you mean,” I said. “I don't quite understand.” “He began to follow the movements of Dick’s ship. It was quite easy. He used to come in in the •Gening, and say: “The ‘Cheronia’ has i>een sighted off Sandy Hook. Would you like to send Dick a wireless, darling?” I didn’t say anything, but it hurt. Or again, he told me when Dick was promoted to second mate. He found out; he told me. I don’t know; he must have made spying a business. He told me how much Dick was getting per month. He even invented stories about Dick and other women, month after month, year after year. Almost every day, he had something to tell me. I gritted my teeth together, tried not to burst out, but it was too much. My husband was using Dick as a cant phrase. Instead of saying: “I forgot my umbrella today, how careless,” Hi’d say: “I’m just as careless as Dick.” And, in a restaurant, he asked me whether I’d like pudding ala Dick. But I didn't get used to it; it only got worse and worse. Y’ear after year. I was going mad with it; perhaps I am mad. But it didn’t stop my heart bleeding; perhaps I could have stuck it out, however . . . perhaps he’d have got tired cf it. For my husband love'd me, you know, in his way; indeed, it was always after I'd cried, when I lay weak and sick with hysterics, that he’d take me in his arms and cover me with kisses which I hadn’t the strength o lesist. (Continued in Our Next Issue)

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