Judge — May 30, 1903 — page 10: what you’re looking at

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So SS ee HOW IT LOOKED.” Moruen—"" Do you think that young man has matrimonial intentions, my it Daucwter—"'I certainly do, mamma. He tried to convince me last nig! hat than in the one that cost twenty."* HERLOCK SHOLMES AGAIN. SéTHIS glove,” said Herlock Sholmes, the great detective; “this glove speaks to me of a great mystery.” “knew it would,” said Swatson, who had brought the glove to him. “Yes,” said Sholmes, lighting a cigarette and putting his feet on the mantel. He puffed in meditative silence for some minutes, * Now,” he resumed, * the question is” “The question is where and when was the murder committed,” interrupted Swatson with the keen haste of a man who is tickled to death at anticipating the thoughts of a great personage. “No, that is not the question,” replied Sholmes, while Swatson, shrank swiftly into his natural state of subjec- tion. +The question is, shall we work it up into a hundred-and-fifty-thou- sand-word novel or mere- ly make a short sketch of in?” Swatson vouchsafed no reply, save to motion to his empty pocket. WEEE SSS WSS dear?” that I looked prettier in that two-dollar. the way. Very well. I know she was going there be- cause she was in a hurry, and she drew the glove from her hand be- fore she entered in order to save time. She had an engagement for the theatre. How do | know that? They all have. Yesterday she bought a copy of ‘Lady Rose's Daughter’ at the book-shop in Main street. How do I reason that out? The newspapers adver- tised a special sale of the story at that shop for that day. She plays golf. I deduce that because she plays bridge-whist. I am positive of that because she has a lap-dog. 1am sure of that because she is a pianist. I discover that because of the shape of the fingers of the glove. I venture the opinion as to the other attributes of her ele- vated station because she is an automobilist.” “Keen, keen!" cried Swat- son, “ But how in the world do you deduce that she is an automo- bilist 2" «Smell the glove,” command- ed Sholmes. Swatson did so. The scent of gasoline was overpowering. « Now, Swatson,” kindly said . Sholmes, “don't you see how I did it all? smelled the glove first and then deduced all the rest. 1 have cultivated the hab "—— « Excuse me, Mr. Sholmes,” spoke a slender lady who had entered unnoticed, “but I took the liberty of running up here to ask if Mr. Swatson did not pick up my glove. I thought I saw him do so, and I knew I would find him here. I had cleaned the gloves with gasoline and hung them on my window-ledge to dry and one of them fell.” She took the glove, smiled her thanks, and left. “Do you know who she is?” asked Sholmes after the door had closed. “ Yes," replied Swatson. She is the manicurist.” I saw you. « “Ah, we need the money at once?” smiled Sholmes, “Then it shall be a short sketch, for the cash comes much more quickly from the maga- zines than from the roy- alties on a book.” For some moments he pulled at his cigarette, then laid the glove in the open palm of his right hand. “This glove,” he deduc- ed, “was worn by a young woman who be- longs to one of the best families. How dol know that? Because she was on her way to the mani- curist’s. How do I know she was? Because you picked it up in front of the manicure-shop across Ck ips, (@AAALLZOZ Farer Surru—* | wuz decely a deacon in the south Baptis’ church. w et 8a A, SEN ABOUT AS MUCH USE AS AN AUTO. Farmer Jonts—‘' Gosh! haow d ye ever cum tew swap fer sech a fool hoss as thet?" Hiram. I thought the feller | swapped with wuz a saloon-keeper, an’ dumned if he wuzn't comicbooks.com