April 30, 2024 • 13 mins
Happy Thoughts –Sleep Story for Grownups – Violet Strange Mysteries-Vol 2-2
We continue our Series of Stories , staying with mysteries & Violet Strange. She’s a young and very brilliant sleuth, who solves mysteries in conjunction with her local detectives. They can’t figure it out, but Violet can, and she does. This episode – her second case - is called “The Second Bullet”.
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We continue our Series of Stories , staying with mysteries & Violet Strange. She’s a young and very brilliant sleuth, who solves mysteries in conjunction with her local detectives. They can’t figure it out, but Violet can, and she does. This episode – her second case - is called “The Second Bullet”.
Music by - vasyl_sakal__mystical-music-box-
We’re on our way to 200,000 downloads. Thank You for your wonderful encouragement and listens. We’ve now got a Supporters Club via Spreaker! : https://www.spreaker.com/podcast/positive-affirmations-and-audio-stories--1338752/support
Coffee fuels us up…. donations keep us going. Your support, comments and likes mean the world to us. Please pop over to Ko-fi for a coffee donation if you’d like to financially support our work. If you would like to get more inspiration and motivation, there are lots of inspirational, positive videos, messages, and artwork over there! https://ko-fi.com/happythoughts
Thanks!
This podcast is available on Spreaker, iTunes, Spotify, Google Podcast, Amazon, iHeartRadio and most podcast platforms, plus apps. If you like what you hear, please share and feel free to leave a review on your site of choice.
You can also find us here:
https://twitter.com/stefsvoice
https://instagram.com/podcastsbystefania
Looking for more inspirational, motivational items to brighten your day? I've recorded many Positive Affirmation MP3s for you on Bandcamp! Visit my Bandcamp page for more inspiration affirmations, meditations and stories for purchase and sample.
Helping you live the positive lifestyle that you deserve. https://stefanialintonbon.bandcamp.com
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(00:01):
Hi, This is Stefania over atPositive Affirmations and Audio Stories, bringing you
happy thoughts, inspiration, motivation andentertainment to start your day. We use
the power of positive words to helpyou live the positive, uplifting lifestyle that
(00:22):
you deserve. To day. Wecarry on with our series of stories,
working with the story of Violet Strange, The Golden Slipper and Other Problems for
Violet Strange, written by Anna KatherineGreene. This is story number two and
part two. If you remember,the couple had called the officer to come
(00:48):
in because they heard a gunshot andit bared investigating. The officer knocked on
the door of the flat the apartment. No one answered. He knocked again,
more insistently. No one answered.He was getting ready to knock that
(01:08):
third time when he heard a chokedvoice uttering unintelligible words. Then a hand
began to struggle with the lock,and the door, slowly opening disclosed a
(01:30):
woman clad in a hastily dawned wrapperdressing gown and giving every evidence of extreme
fright. Our story now continues,Oh, she exclaimed, seeing only the
compassionate faces of her neighbors. Youheard it too, A pistol shot from
(01:53):
from from there here my husband's room. I have not dared to go.
Ah, I I oh, havemercy and see if anything is wrong.
It is so still, so still, and only a moment ago the baby
was crying, missus Saunders, missusSaunders, why is it so still?
(02:15):
She had fallen into her neighbor's arms. The hand which which she had pointed
out a certain door had sunk toher side, and she appeared to be
on the verge of collapse. Theofficer eyed her sternly, while noting her
appearance, which was that of awoman hay silevers in her bed. Where
were you, he asked, Notwith your husband and child, or you
(02:38):
would know what had happened there.I was sleeping down the hall. She
managed to gasp out, I'm notwell. I oh, why do you
all stand still and do nothing?My baby's in there. Go go,
And with sudden energy, she sprangupright, her eyes wide open and burning,
her small well feature face white asthe linen she saw died. The
(03:02):
officer demurred no longer. In anotherinstant, he was trying the door at
which she was again pointing it waslocked, glancing back at the woman,
now cowering almost to the floor.He pounded on the door and asked the
man inside to open. No answercame back with a sharp turn. He
(03:24):
glanced again at the wife. Yousay that your husband is in his room.
She nodded, gasping faintly, andthe child. He turned back,
listened, and then beckoned to misterSaunders. We shall have to break our
way in, said he put yourshoulder well to the door. Now the
(03:46):
hinges of the door creaked, thelock gave way. The special officer weighed
two hundred and seventy five, ashe found out the next day, and
a prolonged and sweet being crash toldthe rest. Missus Hammond gave a low
cry, and, straining forward fromwhere she crouched in terror on the floor,
(04:09):
searched the faces of the two menfor some hint of what they saw
in the dimly litter space beyond,something dreadful, something which made mister Saunders
come rushing back with a shout,take her away, take her to our
apartment, Jinny, she must notsee, not see. He realized the
(04:30):
futility of his words as his gazefell on the young woman, who had
risen up at his approach and nowstood gazing at him, without speech,
without movement, but with a glareof terror in her eyes, which gave
him his first realization of human misery. His own glance fell before it.
(04:56):
If he had followed his instinct,he would have fled the rather than answered
the question of her look and theattitude of her whole frozen body. Perhaps
in mercy to his speechless terror,perhaps in mercy to herself, she was
the one who at last found theword which voiced their mutual anguish. Dead,
(05:24):
no answer, none was needed,And I my baby, Oh that
cry. It curdled the hearts ofall who heard it. It shook the
souls of men and women, bothinside and outside the apartment. Then all
(05:44):
was forgotten in the wild rush shemade. The wife and mother had flung
herself upon the scene, and sideby side with the not unmoved policeman,
stood looking down upon the desolation maidin one fatal instant in her home and
heart. They laid there together,both past help, both quite dead.
(06:13):
The child has simply been strangled bythe weight of his father's arm, which
lay directly across the upturned little throat. But the father was a victim of
the shot. They had heard.There was blood on his breast and a
pistol in his hand. Suicide.The horrible truth was patterned no wonder they
(06:34):
wanted to hold the young widdow back. Her neighbor, missus Saunders, crept
in on tiptoe and put her armsabout the swaying, fainting woman. But
there was nothing to say, absolutelynothing, at least, they thought not.
(06:55):
But when they saw her throw herselfdown, not by her husband,
but by the child, and dragit out from under the strangling arm,
and hug and kiss it, andcall out wildly for a doctor, the
officer endeavored to interfere, and yetcould not find the heart to do so,
(07:15):
though he knew the child was deadand should not, according to all
the rules of the coroner's office,be moved before that official arrived. Yet,
because no mother could be convinced ofa fact like this, he let
her sit with it on the floorand try all her little arts to revive
(07:38):
it. Well. He gave ordersto the janitor and waited himself for the
arrival of the doctor and coroner.She was still sitting there in wide eyed
misery, alternately fondling the little bodyand drawing back to consult a small set
features for some sign of life.When the doctor came through, one look
(08:01):
at the child, drew it softlyfrom her arms, and laid it quietly
in the crib from which his fatherhad evidently lifted it. But a short
time before then he turned back toher and found her on her feet,
upheld by her two friends. Sheunderstood his action, and without a groan,
(08:22):
had accepted her fate. Indeed,she seemed incapable of any further speech
or action. She was staring downat her husband's body, which she for
the first time, seemed fully tosee. Was her look one of grief
or of resentment for the part hehad played so unintentionally in her child's death,
(08:48):
It was hard to tell. Andwhen, with slowly rising finger she
pointed to the pistol so tightly clutchedin the other outstretched hand, no one
there, and by this time theroom was full, could tell what her
(09:09):
words would be. When her tongueregained its usage and she could speak.
What she did say was this,is there a bullet gone? Did he
fire off that pistol? A questionso manifestly one of delirium that no one
answered it, which seemed to surpriseher, though she said nothing till her
(09:30):
glance had passed all around the wallsof the room to where a window stood
open to the night, its lowersash being entirely raised. There. Look
there, she cried, with acommanding accent, and throwing up her hands,
sank a dead weight into the armsof those supporting her. No one
(09:54):
understood, but naturally more than onerushed to the window. An open space
was before them. Here laid thefields not yet parceled out into lots and
built upon. But it was notupon these they looked, but upon the
strong trellis which they found there,which, if it supported no vine,
(10:15):
formed a veritable ladder between this windowand the ground. Could she have meant
to call attention to this fact?And were her words expressive of another idea
that the obvious one of suicide?Now? Is she yawed to something?
(10:46):
Or is she in the throes ofdelirium? There's one person who can answer
that question with the passage of time, and we know who that is.
We'll be back again very soon withthe next part of the problems of Violet
(11:13):
Strange. If you want to knowwhat's going to happen next, be sure
to subscribe, and then you'll findout you won't miss a thing. In
the meantime, feel free to spreadthe news of the podcast to your family,
(11:35):
to your friends, to everyone.The podcast is available on all major
podcast platforms and apps. And ifyou're looking for a little information, a
little inspiration in between podcast episodes,visit us on KOFI. You'll find the
URL in the show notes, andover there you can find videos, articles,
(12:00):
an all manner of things to helpyou keep that energy up, keep
going towards every day that is possible, living the positive lifestyle that you deserve.
And if you feel so guided asto buy us a coffee, yes
(12:22):
please, most officiated. But inthe meantime, if you just want to
have a look around, that's okaytoo, And that's sit for now.
Take care, be well, stayhappy, stay healthy. We'll see you
again in about a week. Byfor now,
Hi, This is Stefania over atPositive Affirmations and Audio Stories, bringing you
happy thoughts, inspiration, motivation andentertainment to start your day. We use
the power of positive words to helpyou live the positive, uplifting lifestyle that
(00:22):
you deserve. To day. Wecarry on with our series of stories,
working with the story of Violet Strange, The Golden Slipper and Other Problems for
Violet Strange, written by Anna KatherineGreene. This is story number two and
part two. If you remember,the couple had called the officer to come
(00:48):
in because they heard a gunshot andit bared investigating. The officer knocked on
the door of the flat the apartment. No one answered. He knocked again,
more insistently. No one answered.He was getting ready to knock that
(01:08):
third time when he heard a chokedvoice uttering unintelligible words. Then a hand
began to struggle with the lock,and the door, slowly opening disclosed a
(01:30):
woman clad in a hastily dawned wrapperdressing gown and giving every evidence of extreme
fright. Our story now continues,Oh, she exclaimed, seeing only the
compassionate faces of her neighbors. Youheard it too, A pistol shot from
(01:53):
from from there here my husband's room. I have not dared to go.
Ah, I I oh, havemercy and see if anything is wrong.
It is so still, so still, and only a moment ago the baby
was crying, missus Saunders, missusSaunders, why is it so still?
(02:15):
She had fallen into her neighbor's arms. The hand which which she had pointed
out a certain door had sunk toher side, and she appeared to be
on the verge of collapse. Theofficer eyed her sternly, while noting her
appearance, which was that of awoman hay silevers in her bed. Where
were you, he asked, Notwith your husband and child, or you
(02:38):
would know what had happened there.I was sleeping down the hall. She
managed to gasp out, I'm notwell. I oh, why do you
all stand still and do nothing?My baby's in there. Go go,
And with sudden energy, she sprangupright, her eyes wide open and burning,
her small well feature face white asthe linen she saw died. The
(03:02):
officer demurred no longer. In anotherinstant, he was trying the door at
which she was again pointing it waslocked, glancing back at the woman,
now cowering almost to the floor.He pounded on the door and asked the
man inside to open. No answercame back with a sharp turn. He
(03:24):
glanced again at the wife. Yousay that your husband is in his room.
She nodded, gasping faintly, andthe child. He turned back,
listened, and then beckoned to misterSaunders. We shall have to break our
way in, said he put yourshoulder well to the door. Now the
(03:46):
hinges of the door creaked, thelock gave way. The special officer weighed
two hundred and seventy five, ashe found out the next day, and
a prolonged and sweet being crash toldthe rest. Missus Hammond gave a low
cry, and, straining forward fromwhere she crouched in terror on the floor,
(04:09):
searched the faces of the two menfor some hint of what they saw
in the dimly litter space beyond,something dreadful, something which made mister Saunders
come rushing back with a shout,take her away, take her to our
apartment, Jinny, she must notsee, not see. He realized the
(04:30):
futility of his words as his gazefell on the young woman, who had
risen up at his approach and nowstood gazing at him, without speech,
without movement, but with a glareof terror in her eyes, which gave
him his first realization of human misery. His own glance fell before it.
(04:56):
If he had followed his instinct,he would have fled the rather than answered
the question of her look and theattitude of her whole frozen body. Perhaps
in mercy to his speechless terror,perhaps in mercy to herself, she was
the one who at last found theword which voiced their mutual anguish. Dead,
(05:24):
no answer, none was needed,And I my baby, Oh that
cry. It curdled the hearts ofall who heard it. It shook the
souls of men and women, bothinside and outside the apartment. Then all
(05:44):
was forgotten in the wild rush shemade. The wife and mother had flung
herself upon the scene, and sideby side with the not unmoved policeman,
stood looking down upon the desolation maidin one fatal instant in her home and
heart. They laid there together,both past help, both quite dead.
(06:13):
The child has simply been strangled bythe weight of his father's arm, which
lay directly across the upturned little throat. But the father was a victim of
the shot. They had heard.There was blood on his breast and a
pistol in his hand. Suicide.The horrible truth was patterned no wonder they
(06:34):
wanted to hold the young widdow back. Her neighbor, missus Saunders, crept
in on tiptoe and put her armsabout the swaying, fainting woman. But
there was nothing to say, absolutelynothing, at least, they thought not.
(06:55):
But when they saw her throw herselfdown, not by her husband,
but by the child, and dragit out from under the strangling arm,
and hug and kiss it, andcall out wildly for a doctor, the
officer endeavored to interfere, and yetcould not find the heart to do so,
(07:15):
though he knew the child was deadand should not, according to all
the rules of the coroner's office,be moved before that official arrived. Yet,
because no mother could be convinced ofa fact like this, he let
her sit with it on the floorand try all her little arts to revive
(07:38):
it. Well. He gave ordersto the janitor and waited himself for the
arrival of the doctor and coroner.She was still sitting there in wide eyed
misery, alternately fondling the little bodyand drawing back to consult a small set
features for some sign of life.When the doctor came through, one look
(08:01):
at the child, drew it softlyfrom her arms, and laid it quietly
in the crib from which his fatherhad evidently lifted it. But a short
time before then he turned back toher and found her on her feet,
upheld by her two friends. Sheunderstood his action, and without a groan,
(08:22):
had accepted her fate. Indeed,she seemed incapable of any further speech
or action. She was staring downat her husband's body, which she for
the first time, seemed fully tosee. Was her look one of grief
or of resentment for the part hehad played so unintentionally in her child's death,
(08:48):
It was hard to tell. Andwhen, with slowly rising finger she
pointed to the pistol so tightly clutchedin the other outstretched hand, no one
there, and by this time theroom was full, could tell what her
(09:09):
words would be. When her tongueregained its usage and she could speak.
What she did say was this,is there a bullet gone? Did he
fire off that pistol? A questionso manifestly one of delirium that no one
answered it, which seemed to surpriseher, though she said nothing till her
(09:30):
glance had passed all around the wallsof the room to where a window stood
open to the night, its lowersash being entirely raised. There. Look
there, she cried, with acommanding accent, and throwing up her hands,
sank a dead weight into the armsof those supporting her. No one
(09:54):
understood, but naturally more than onerushed to the window. An open space
was before them. Here laid thefields not yet parceled out into lots and
built upon. But it was notupon these they looked, but upon the
strong trellis which they found there,which, if it supported no vine,
(10:15):
formed a veritable ladder between this windowand the ground. Could she have meant
to call attention to this fact?And were her words expressive of another idea
that the obvious one of suicide?Now? Is she yawed to something?
(10:46):
Or is she in the throes ofdelirium? There's one person who can answer
that question with the passage of time, and we know who that is.
We'll be back again very soon withthe next part of the problems of Violet
(11:13):
Strange. If you want to knowwhat's going to happen next, be sure
to subscribe, and then you'll findout you won't miss a thing. In
the meantime, feel free to spreadthe news of the podcast to your family,
(11:35):
to your friends, to everyone.The podcast is available on all major
podcast platforms and apps. And ifyou're looking for a little information, a
little inspiration in between podcast episodes,visit us on KOFI. You'll find the
URL in the show notes, andover there you can find videos, articles,
(12:00):
an all manner of things to helpyou keep that energy up, keep
going towards every day that is possible, living the positive lifestyle that you deserve.
And if you feel so guided asto buy us a coffee, yes
(12:22):
please, most officiated. But inthe meantime, if you just want to
have a look around, that's okaytoo, And that's sit for now.
Take care, be well, stayhappy, stay healthy. We'll see you
again in about a week. Byfor now,
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