w York among the people who frequent the theaters, and Jennie Brice was even better known. A good many lawyers, I believe, said that the police had not a leg to sta

orney, in taking him before the gra

and the trial was set for May. But in th

company from the Gaiety Theater, very cheerful and jolly, and well behaved. Three men, I think, and the rest gi

r long street-car rides in the mornings, and on the last night of their stay, Saturday, they got gloriously drunk together-Mr. Holcombe, no doubt, in his character o

ll he would say, however. It seemed he was going to New York, and might be gone for a month. "I've no family," he said, "and enough

lthough the notice on each door forbids cooking and washing in rooms, I found she was doing both: making coffee and boiling an egg in the morning, and rubbing out stockings and handkerchiefs in her wash-bowl.

nds. And so I got in the habit of thinking things over, and trying to draw conclusions, as I had seen Mr. Holcombe do. I would sit down and write things out as they had happened, and study them over, and especially I worried over how we could have found a slip of paper in Mr. Ladley's room with a list, almost e

one morning I happened to see in the personal column of one of the newspapers that a woman named Eliza Shaeffer, of Horner, had day-old Buff Or

ht of what he would do if he were a horse, came back to me, and for an hour or so I tried to think I was Jennie Brice, trying to get away and hide from my rascal of a husband. But I made no headway. I w

about three o'clock, and I answered it myself. For, with times hard and only two or three

d young girl, with a cov

s. Pitman?"

t minute something in the basket cheeped. Young women selling poultry are n

ut I'm not trying to sell

was Eliza Shaeffer. I led her back to the di

een your name in the papers, and I belie

stmistress at Horner, and lived with her mother on a farm a

corsets, and was much disappointed to find no store of any size in the town. The woman, who had registered as Mrs. Jane Bellows, said she was tired and would like to rest

nts, and wore a black and white striped dress with a red collar, and a hat to match

asked for pen and ink, and had written a letter. The letter was not mailed until Wednesday. All of Tuesday Mrs. Bellows had spent in her room, a

tily, and had asked Miss Shaeffer to take her letter to the post-office.

hornville, where all trace of her had been lost. On account of the disappearance of Jennie Brice being published shortly after that, she a

Eliza Shaeffer said that this last man had seemed half frantic. I brought her a photograph of Jennie Brice as "Topsy" and another one as "Juliet". She said there was a resemblance, but that it ended there. But of course

ear Mr. Ladley. But what had Mr. Howell to do with it all? Why had he not told the police of the letter from Horner? Or about the woman o

liza Shaeffer said: the description of the black and white dress, the woman's height, and the rest, and then I too

had her story taken down, and she signed it. He was

Mr. Ladley, I su

akes just eleven places where Jennie Brice

itively identi

d, to the last stilted arch and Colonial vol

between Mr. Ladley and James Bronson, business manager at the Liberty Theat