Life — December 9, 1926 — page 15: what you’re looking at

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Life He Pops Diary A great rain falling this day, I did decide November to Keep my couch, never having held with 16th Wordsworth that there is no weather which it is not better to be out in than in out of. The journals still full of the Hall- Mills murder case, on which the most intelligent —com- ment yet made, methinks, is that of the mystery- play fan who suggested to Heywood Broun that prob- ably Senator Simpson had done the deed, because he is the Jast one that any- body in the au- dience would suspect. My de- sire to go to at least one session of this trial increases. in especial since I did learn that Lydia Loomis, who has no more connection with it than I, has managed to get a witness through the influence of Jers zs, attends every day, and thinks she may be able to do something of the sort for me, albeit mn has threatened me with divorce if he hears of my so much as setting foot in Somerset County. Of course it is preareaniees | that Lyd is not to be called, but Lord! how wickedly i would delight me if som body should make a mistake and hale her to the stand, her grandfather having barely recovered from re- writing his last will after disinheriting her for the third time because she did develop another flair for an actor. Reading also this morning how the Browning separation suit is to come up on December 4, I could not but ponder the stupidity of Mistress Peaches in not waiting until after Christ- mas for her legal rap- prochements, and was there- reminded casually to give Sam the idea that good seats for the Ring eyele in Febru- it do nicely as one stocking presents. My appetite capricious, as it always when I am idle ly, so I did summon my (Continued on page 37) How Cou herself subpanaed a one of New my HER COMMON Salesgirl: uu, 1 snowrp ut Young Thing: Wworack WANTS US TO GET MARRIED RIGHT AWAY. Mother: THEN HADN'T YOU BETTER ASK HIM WHETHER HE CAN SUPPORT A WIPE? “pup MOTHER! 1 CAN'T ASK 1M THAT! Floorwalker: THAT CUSTOMER SAID YOU DID NoT silow DEPARTMENT. 13 The Innocent Bystander Again ‘T was two o'clock in the morning. Sh awake, her ears strained to catch every sound. There were foot- steps in the hall, she had no doubt of it. They were light, as though guarded, but she heard them. There was a low grating in the keyhole—a scrap- ing of metal upon metal. Then the lock clicked. She arose — slow determinedly and drew a thirty-eight cali- bre automatic from under the pillow. As she left her with the clutched lightly in her shaking fingers, the door creaked open. The light from the vestibule re- vealed the figure of She, standing back near the wall of the inner hall, was unseen by him. As he slowly pushed back the door, she took careful aim— and fired. He fell, face down, upon the rug. She switched on the light, rushed to where he lay bent over the huddled form and felt for the be: of his heart. There was none; he was dead. Her own heart skipped a beat at this discovery and she trembled. But, though frightened, she was glad that her aim had been true. “He had it coming to him,” she told herself. “The law pro- tects, rather than prosecute: a woman in a case like this. Consoled with this thought, her hands ceased to tremble, and when the beating of her heart abated, she turned the limp form upon its back. “My God!" she cried in desperation. “What have I done?” She saw the dim outline of the gallows now, as she looked in at the features that stared up at her. She had made a mistake: the man she had killed not her husband, but innocent burglar! Jack Auburn Pennmann. Silenced HIROPRACTOR: I hada patient to-day whose spine— Wi to hear talk. room gun Id She? WE HARDLY KNOW EACH oTHER!” a man, ing s an CIVILITY, ER EVERYTHING IN THIS Stop! I don’t want ny more of your back comicbooks.com