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THE ATLANTA GEORGIAN AND NEWS. baturday. September a. »tt. THE ATLANTA GEORGIAN (AND NEWS) JOHN TEMPLE GRAVES, Editor. F. L. SEELY, President. Published Every Afternoon. (Except Sun'tny) By THE GEORGIAN COMPANY. At a West Alabama 8t.. Atlanta. Oe. Subscription Rate*: a m ThriN* Month* Ono Month Bf Currier. 1'or Week Telephone* eonnnctln* *11 depart* went*. Long distance tenuln*!** Btnlth A Thompson, ndrertUIn# rep- resent*tire* for all territory outsld# of Georgia. CKOROIAS AftI) NEWS, telephone the circulation department ono nnea It promptly remedied. Telephone*: 0*11 4927 uinln; Atlanta 4401. It I* drslratde that nil romtnunlca. Mon* ln"rd«**l for publication In Tillb GEORGIAN AND NEWS be limited to fOO word* in length. It la Inineratlre that they be signed, n* tin ev.dance of good faith. Rejected manuscripts will not be returned uoleas stamps ar# sent for (be purpose. THE GEORGIAN AND NEWS print* na uorlnn or otijaetlonalile a.irfr(Is- lu*. Nrltb.r dost II prlat whisky or uny liquor ids. plants, tt It now owns It* wan works. Other clllr* do this and g. gas as low 60 cents, with n proa , _ they art, ihsre to no good reason why they ran not bs so oper ated hare. Rut we do not heller# tht* can ha done now, and It may he some Will N. Ilarben has written another novel and "Mam' Linda" Is nald (o bo the Georgian's beat work. The winter crop of candidates for office Is as numerous and as many tinted as the apples of Vermont. A bear with a rock In his hand, says the fable, does not always make a safe fly-killer when the fly Is on the body of n man. When n mnn can travel from Wash ington to Arizona without passing a saloon the South will he "solid” once more. Ownership of the historic Dent farm of General Grant, located outside the city limits of St. Louis, has changed hands, having been sold nt auction for $75,000. The old log cabin occu pied by Grant Is still standing. At least the Honorable John Temple Graves started some thing.—Wilmington, N. C., Dis patch. And tho something has been moving ever since. Boston will begin tills fall a girls' High School of Practical Arts to cor respond Li purpose with tho Commer cial High School for Boya. The school will attempt to teach girls practical counea to lit them ns home-makers. Among the studies will be hoiiBO fur nishing, decoration, housekeeping, cooking, sewing and millinery. W. D. Howells, who saw the King kt Doncaster on 8t. I<egor day, records In Harper's this Impression: "Proba bly no man In his kingdom under stands better than Edward VII that he I* largely a form, and that the more a form he Is the rnoro comforta ble he la to tho English Ideal of a monarch. But no Englishman appa rently knows better than he when to leave oft being a form and become a man, and he has endeared himself to his people from time to time by Buch inspiration." The great storm of red dust that not long ago swept up from Africa over Europe performed a service for which men of science are most grateful, by coloring the glaciers of the Alps on a grand scale, and thus producing a stratum In the vast Ice streams the red hue of which will render It recog nizable for years. The importance of this consists In the fact that by noting the position of the dust-stained layers the movements of the glaciers can be studied more accurately than would be possible without a marking. England has surrendered 524 square miles of her territory to the waves within the last thousand years. More recently the advance of the waters has been much more rapid, averaging for the last forty years 1.D23 acres a year. The ravages of the sea In 1903 were almost unprecedented. Many historical towns, such as Kavens- burgh, where Henry IV landed In 1339, have been submerged. Off the Yorkshire coast alone there are twelve submerged towns and villages. C- • A DEACON'S QUERY. To the Editor of The Oenrgian: In the enclosed clipping you say: “The small amount of M ine needed for communion can be secured without dlf- , Acuity." I have no doubt of this what- .. ' ever, hut would really like to know If a you suggest that the reverend D. D.'s V and deacons buy and use wine innde. .t *' 1 ' 1 »nd kept unlawfully. It being a chain-gang offense after January 1 to ? , uiahufacture communion wine? g Yours respectfully. THE DEACON. MR. HEARST'S NEW USEFULNESS. One who has known Mr. William R. Hearst as the editor of The Georgian knows him, Is not'prepared to share tho surprise with which Harper's Weekly admiringly comments upon a recent article In Mr. Hesrat's New York American. Some years ago In the fierce clamor of a presidential campaign In which the great editor was a figure, we asserted then that Mr. Hearst, like our own Robert Toombs of Georgia, would be as wise and conaerva- tlve In action as he was fearleaa and untiring In advocacy and appeal. He fs not now and never waa a destructive agency. Ho fa now and always waa .a definite, determined and well-balanced reformer. So long aa the people were asleep and apathetic the Hearat news- papers rang ceaselessly and Insisted for arousement and for a righting of tho popular wrongs. He has been the transcendent force In the great awakening. But when the people are In power and rejoicing In victory, like the real statesman that he Is, his hand la reached out to stay excesses and to counsel the moderation which does not mean new apathy or a fresh surrender. Yonder In Jamestown and there In New York he has illustrated In wise and prudent speech the real conservatism of reform. No man In the republic has grown more upon the Judgment of the thoughtful within the last few weeks than the only Democratic editor of New York. Harper's Weekly, which Is not outranked by any conserva tive periodical of the country, Is also one of the frankest and most fear less In expression. Mr. Hearst, In the opinion of The Oeorglan, fronts a great opportuni ty for useful service to the times. The man does not live who can truth fully challenge his Incomparable loyalty and service to the people. With in these ten years lie has won the right to be above question or criticism along this line. And If now, from the pinnacle of this high position of service and championship he should choose to play the peacemaker. If the vested properties, like Harper's Weekly, should be willing to trust him, wo may be sure by all the records that the people will not suffer In his firm yet temperate and therefore most effective assertion of their rights. He has won tho right to be Implicitly trusted by the people. If his calm common sense fairness should now enlist the confidence of the conservative he Is ideally equipped to lead the way to a better under standing. AN ATLANTAN’S REVIEW OF PROHIBITION. Mr. John Corrigan of Atlanta In the current Review of Reviews gives us the best general summary of the prohibition revolution that has been printed since the historic legislature adjourned. Mr. Corrigan Is the Washington correspondent of The Constitution, and his newspaper training is admirably in evidence In the accurate and instructive figures and facts which Illumine his contribution. It Is interesting for instance to know ii|>on authority that seven- qighths of the territory of the Southern Stales Is "dry," and that a ma jority of our Southern tmpulatlon Is estimated In favor of prohibition. It Is Interesting lo note that In all the thirteen Southern States there are fewer saloons than In the single city of New York. It Is interesting to hear that President Taylor, of the National Liquor League, told Ills convention at Atlantic City that unless something stopped tho tidal wave, every state In the South would be closed to liquor. It Is Interesting to follow Mr. Corrigan's careful and accurate sum mary of tho liquor laws and prohibition prospects In the several Southern States, and his Intelligent prognostic of tho future development of the Idea. Wo do not agree altogether with Mr. Corrigan's view that the "Influ ence of the negro," and the "effect of the Atlanta riot" were chiefly re sponsible for the Georgia prohibition law. We think this prohibition movement Is part and parcel of the almost millennial wave of reform which for the last five years has been sweep ing the pcbple on to higher things in government, morals and law. The prohibition victory was the culmination but by no means the coiioluston of this forward movement of civic righteousness, and we are going on to other and larger things. The Atlanta riot and the sugges tion of negro Irresponsibility under drink had their parti In the legis lative act, but they were not the lending forces of the fight. Mr. Corrigan has written an Intelligent and Impartial article, and The Review of Reviews Justly compliments Ida contribution with a con spicuous place In Ita columns. A GENTLEMAN OF THE OLD SOUTH. Tho death of Judge .lumes S. Hook has been commented upon at length In our local columns, but the passing of a citizen sir rare, so fine and so cultured, deserves an expression of editorial respect. Thin distinguished Jurist and mnn of letters wns a typo of the Old South nt Its best. Ho was a gent’ -n and scholar and a lawyer who honored and adorned his great pi. talon. He was n citizen of un stained loyally, of unimpenched Integrity and of high repute. In a life not lacking In stormy places, he held a serenity of temper and a gentle ness of mien that marked (he noble mind. Through an era of eager am bitions and of stremioua avarice he passed without a breath niton his armor that tarnished the fair name of a knightly gentleman. The life of such a man as James S. Hook la not to be measured by public preferment or the stations of trust or honor he has held. Its value lies In the Illustration of those noble virtues which ntnke tho world a better place to live In, and establish tho high example which our noble youth may emulate. He waa neither governor nor senator. He wns neither general nor major, but who shnll aay that a life so clean, a character so high and a purpose so sweet, has not served well the state, and merited tho laurel which heroes and statesmen wear. , Peace to the ashes of this gentle gentleman of the Old South. A SATURDAY EVENING. In one of Mr. Emerson's masterly essays he gives expression to ths thought that "one of the Illusions of life Is that tho present hour Is not the critical hour. Wrlto It on your heart that every day is the best day In the year." How that suggests that important word of the olden time, “Now Is the accepted time!” And then, by a very natural process of remembrance and thinking, you come to the Idea so dominant In our American life, DO IT NOW. There Is no gainsaying the truth that today Is the best day the world has ever known. The golden age of the world Is not In the past, as poets who rave of the halcyon day of Queen Bess would have us believe. For real manhood and worth of character we are not compelled to search the dim, dust-gray ages of the past. We find it In our everyday life. True, there was manhood then, but there Is more manhood today. We may not have any better men than Marcus Aurelius, Plato and Socrates, but we do have more men of the same stamp who, because of their broader outlook on life, see things even more clearly than they saw. Ever Is It true that the mental world keeps progress with the physi cal, and the spiritual or moral keeps pace with the mental. Because .men are stronger physically today than they could have been hundreds of yenrs ago is the reason they are better equipped mentally than they were In the centuries agone. Because they are mentally better. It fol lows that they must be spiritually better. Optimlsta always, we do not yield one inch In the argument that the world Is better today than yesterday, consequently for us today Is ‘the best day the world has ever seen. Growing out of the thought that this day Is the world's best day Is this compelling and forceful Interrogation: What are you doing today? There are three things you can do with today, as It comes fresh to you from the loom of the eternities: You can loaf In today. You can alt by the stream of life and aee It float past you. You can be Idle, resistless and unresisting. You can let it glide through your fingers as water glides through the marble fin gers of a statue erected in' the center of a city fountain. And all the while the statue stands unresponsive to thf calls of the water, never at tempting to stay or use the |>ower that flows through It. You can be a cold, lifeless beauty statue or brainless block In today If you will, for to day and Its use Is right up to you. Today Is yours to do with as you please. Ths second thing you may do with today la to labor with your might, doing with all tho powers of your soul the work you find to do. You may work so hard that when night comes you will be unable to enjoy your paper, the Intercourse with your family, or the delightful pleasures of life that bring strength to the hand or power to the brain. You may labor so hard that you will be nothing more or less than an old hone treading round and round In a continuous treadmill, never advancing, never getting anywhere, only moving, but not progressing. The third thing that you may do with today Is to lift, you may see the needs of your brother men. ' You may help bear their burdens. You may help relieve their distresses. You may make the world brighter, better and nobler because you have lived. If you live as a world-lifter, surely today will be the best day for you the world has ever given you. What are you: A loafer, a laborer, a lifter? Answer to your own heart the questions! Growth and Progress of the New South Th# Georgian bar# record* enrh iJny *ome economic fnee In reference to the onward progress of the South. BY J08EPH B. LIVELY duck. Organised with a capital of $500,000, the mill* will bring n new revenue to Atlanta, distinctly different from the large number of manufactories already estab lished. / While a number of varieties of cotton duck will lie made, the principal product will 1m* ihe t*luted or double duck made from double yarn. Military of government duck will probably l*o manufactured later.. It Is also probable that the capacity of the mill will be Increased during the year. The mill will not manufacture their yarn at first, but will be In tbe market for No*. 7 and 12 yarn of 3. 4 and 5-ply. President and treasurer, Georg# P. Howard; vtce-pfevident. James Escott;. secretary and manager, W. L. Ilyer, A company Is being organized for the purpose of erecting a knitting mill at Fair Forest, four miles from Spartanburg. K. The company will be capitalised st $150,000. It Is understood that the citizens of Fair Forest are the largest stock holders. though a number of citizens of Bpnrttuhnrg Will subscribe to the stock of the company. A knitting mill la being erected near llowelton, H. C.. by Clarence E. Hallman, of Oakwood. S. C. The necessary houses are how 1>elng built, mid It la expected that the mill will be In operation within the next few weeks. While It Is not stated what sum of money the erection of the nlnnt will Inrolve, It Is ntulentood that It will cost several thoniaini dollars, and will bo built with a view of adding to It from time to time, na fhe enterprise flotirlslifs. It will In* op era tdl by water power, which Is now being developed, the location of the plant be ing on the Hobbs Mill creek, 1m*Iow Onkwood. Mr. Hallman has carefully studied the operation of such milts, and the success of the new venture seems assured. It Is also probable that a similar mill will he erected nt Moiitmorenel, S. C., the movement being promulgated by Messrs. Woodward, Taylor and Bell, of that city. They contemplate getting mi electric current from the Carolina Light and Power Company’s plant nt Aiken and run It by electricity. ARMY-NAVY ORDERS —AND— MOVEMENTS OF VESSELS Washington, Sept. 21.—The following order# have been Issued: Army Orders. First Lieutenant Paul D. Hunker, coast artillery corps, from Eightieth company to unnsslgneri list; second Lieutenant JarvI# J. Rain, corps of en gineers, Fort .Mason, to engineer school, Washington barrack#. Captain James P. Jervey,, corps of engineer#, from First battalion of en gineers to engineer school, Washing ton barracks. Instructor. Hecond Lieutenant Robert S. Thom as and Roger G. Powell, corps of en gineers, from First battalion of engi neer# to engineer school, Washington barracks. Sergeant Charles Davenport, Ninety- fifth company, coast artillery corps, from school of submarine defense. Fort Totten, to Fort Hancock; Second Lieu tenant Thomas M. Glmperllng, Twen ty-first Infantry, to his company. Captain Mark L. Hersey. from Twen ty-sixth to Ninth Infantry; Captain Harry S. Howland, from Ninth to Twenty-sixth Infantry; Captain Har old L. JnckHon, retired?' detailed pro fessor military science at Ouachita Col lege, Arkadelphia. Naval Orders. Professor Mathematics H. L. Rice, detached naval observatory, Washing ton, to naval academy; Ensign R. W. Kessler, from naval hospital, Yoko hama, to Chattanooga: Lieutenant Commander O. G. Mitchell, detached Galveston, to naval station, Alongapo; Lieutenant R. S. Douglas, detached Cleveland, to Galveston; Lieutenant W. S. Whltted, detached Rainbow, to Cleveland. Movements of Vessels. ARRIVED—September 18, "Milwau kee at Mare Ml and. September 19, Charleston at .Mare Island. SAILED—Heptember 19. Chicago from .Mare Island for Acapulco, Mex.; Dolphin from Capo Cod Bay for Wash ington; Choctaw from Norfolk for Washington; Brutus, from Baltimore for Bradford; Abarenda from Cape Cod Bay for Baltimore; Lebanon and Gloucester from Pensacola for Ports mouth, N. H.; West Virginia, Colora do, Maryland and Pennsylvania from Honolulu for San Francisco; Prairie from Hampton Road# for Alexandria, Va. BETTER THAN NEW COURT HOUSE. To the Editor of The Georgian: The Hon. John Temple Graves does not need texts for his trenchant pen, yet I am sure he "ruminates" for one occasionally. One Atlantan In 301 or In 501 will be benefited by a new and expensive city hall and court house. But 300 or 500 more Individuals In Atlanta will be helped and much benefited by putting this large sum of money, first. Into a perfect and permanent water supply. Let the council do this first, then the city hall should follow for civic munic ipal pride, but not aa a present neces sity. Yours sincerely, etc., DR. HOBBS. Atlanta, Go. Contagious diseases, owing to Amerl- can sanitation, have no place in the city of Manila these days. The health de partment shows a clean sheet on this score. MR. HEARST'S SOUND POSITION. (Editorial In Harper’s Weekly.) We have often suspected that the time might come when William R. Hearst would rise to his unique oppor tunity to render signal service to his country*. He has many papers which circulate widely and reach a great number of men and women who read little e|ge. This condition makes for the Individual exercise of very great power for good or 111. For year# thl# power was wielded, so we considered, ruthlessly and with little scruple for 111. culminating In a daring but happily fruitless attempt to gratify persona! ambition. That seemed to mark the turning point In Mr. Hearst’# career. He has continued and still continues to uphold what he considers the cause of the masses, but no longer In a way offensive to the reader and discredit able to himself. Indeed, we now find little that Is objectionable and much that Is pleading and helpful In Mr. Hearst’s papers. Here, for example, Is a little editorial that might have ap peared appropriately In even theue staid and conservative columns: One of the very old, fables credited, to Lnfontalne. borrowed by him prob ably from some older writer, tells the following story: "A very good man had a very good tame bear. The benr was a vigorous creature, deeply attached to his owner. "The owner lay down to sleep, nnd ^the bear was much annoyed by the Conduct of the flies. One fly especially iwns quite dead to all feelings of de cency. As often ns tho bear shooed the fly away, the fly came back to the face of the sleeping man. "Finally, the bear said to himself, i know whnt I’ll do; I’ll be strenuous. I’ll show' that fly something.’ "He did n. "He picked up a large rock weighing fifty or a hundred pounds. And ns soon ns the fly appeared on the nose of the sleeping man he smashed tho fly with the rock—he also smashed the head of hi# boss, although he hadn’t Intended to do so." Subsequently the benr was heard to remark that he hnd perhaps been n lit tle Impetuous In Ills fly-killing, but that nobody could deny hi# earnestness or his good Intentions. Th‘ i blessed nnd prosperous country I# In a fair way of finding out for Itself the exact meaning of that ancient fable. The sleeping gentleman just now Is Uncle Sam. The flies that Inplst on wandering over his countenance are the trust flies—the fattest being the Standard Oil fly. And the bear, with delightful confidence In his own fly- killing methods. Is the bear whom you all know' nnd admire—first name Theo dore. File# nr# a nuisance, they should bn brushed away. They Rhould also be killed—but properly nnd cautiously. The people of the United States, we judge, are going to And out that a bear with a rock, and with considerable more self-confidence than judgment, doesn’t make the very best ktnrt of a fly-killer. So late as u year ago the appearance of such an article in JVlr. Hearst’s Jour nals would have created great surprise; how* striking, too, the contrast between Mr. Hearst’# own reckless talk on the stump last year and his broad, sane and really strong utterance at Jamestown the other day! We congratulate Mr. Hearst upon having sobered down, and we congratulate the community upon the coming to his sense# and to a realization of his grave responsibilities of a very able man holding unique and exceptional authority. MADD0X-RUCKER BANKING CO. Corner Alabama and Broad Streets. Capita} $200,000.00 Surplus and Undivided Profits . $600,000.00 Commercial Accounts Invited 4% Compound Interest Is Paid In Our SAVINGS DEPARTMENT THE BRACEBRIDGE DIAMONDS A Thrilling Story of Mystery and Adventure SYNOPSIS. Frank (the hero) nnd Reginald Brneebrldgc (cousins) meet Mme. Vera Hlavlnsky, * beautiful woman, nt Saratoga. She Is at* tacked by a foreigner (Ilr. Carl Mueller), tho latter demanding that she surrender to him "a bit of paper and a stone. u# claims he has tne missing fragment auq that "the others Were then In tho hotel. Frank rescues her ninl I# given n pae!kage with periutalson to open It when he luinx# tho right time hnn come. A telegram an nounces the sndden death of Reginald * father. Frank I# made executor of the es tate. Reginald I# charged with forgery, and rails upon Frnnk to save him from urreist. A mnhi rushes Into the room and tells Reg inald his wife Is dead nnd that be I* charg ed with her murder. Frank and Reginald leave the house by n secret passage ona reach the Urneebrldge country ham* u pn Long Island. They einhnrk In^ SUMMER’S GOOD-BYE By ELLA WHEELER WILCOX. AM In the time when Karth did most deplore The cold, ungracious aspect of young May. Sweet Summer came and bade him umlle once more. She wove bright garland., and tn winsome play She bound him wiping captive. Day by day She found new wile* wherewith his heart to please; Or bright the «un. or If the nkles were gray. They laughed together under Bpreading tree., lly running brookB or on the Bandy .hores of sea*. They were but comrades. To that riant maid No aerlou. word he spake; no lover’a plea. Like carries, children, glad and unafraid. They sported In their opulence of glee. Her ahlnlng tresses floated wild and free: In simple llnee her emerald gannent* hung: She wa* both good to hear and fair to see; And when she laughed, then Earth laughed, too, and flung Hie cares behind him and grew radiant and young. One golden day, a. he reclined beneath The arching azure of enchanting akles, Fair Bummer came, engirdled with a wreath Of gorgeou. leave*, all aclntlllant with dyea; Effulgent waa ahe; yet within her eyea There hung a quivering ml»t of tear* un.hed: Her crlm.on mantled hoeotn shook with algha; Above hint bent the glory of her head; And on hi* mouth ahe pressed a splendid kin, and fled. IOIIU 111 vuil* ilflll 4 lit? IIIIU «.• "IHIS _ tor lives. Sylvia Thurston, pretty dnughter of a bulge In Ohio. Is brought Into the story. Dr. Mueller falls In love with her. lie w‘j«m* to know her brother, n painter, who reside* abroad. Pylrln, Dr. Mueller and a girl friend visit "The Hollow,’* ou old house, said to be haunted. Raymond Thurston returns home unex pectedly nnd Is greeted by his sister during the temporary absence of her nance. Sylvia and her brother go for « wain and meet Basil, who quarrels with Ray* The following morning Ruth Pritchard I* found In the woods near the Thurston home, uuconsdous. When she recovers conscious ness. her mind Is apparently unhinged with some horror. Raymond Thurston Is fouuu la the studio, shot through the heart. Sylvia suspects Basil of (he murder of her brother. . Sylvia prepares to visit Florida In search of health. Nurse Mason appears on tne scene, and It develops that she and I»r. Mueller are greater friend# than appear# on the surface. , .. Mueller nnd Sylvia are married In New Rose Thurston admits she told n falsehood to shield Basil from suspicion of having murdered Raymond. Mueller, fearing to meet Ethel Creswell. who I# stopping with his wife, returns lunne unexpectedly nnd approaches the house unobserved in order 4«* ascertain If "the roast Itv Hear.” lie nnd Miss Fro# well meet nnd she brands him ns "Dr. Newell, of Black Horse Inn poisoning fame.” CHAPTER LXIX. Ruth Is Moved. The window must have blown In,” Sylvia said, rushing: Into Ruth's room, only to discover that her apprehensions rere Indeed too true. The door wo# strewn with the debris of the broken window, the lower frame of which had been entirely shattered, and the bitter November wind was rushing furiously Into the room, partly lifting the coverlet at times oft Ruth’s bed and swaying the muslin curtains lldly to and fro. "Ruth must be removed at once from this room," Sylvia decided, hastening to call one of the servants. Nurse Mason wns still In bed. "For the pres ent I shall have her taken down to my boudoir. A bed can be made up tem porarily on the lounge there until the window frame of this room Is renewed.’ Within ten minute# this arrangement hnd been carried out, nmi Ruth Pritch ard—consciously or otherwise, for It was Impossible to tell which—had been curried bodily down stair# to Sylvia’s little boudoir and comfortably tucked In by H-ivla’s own loving hands upon the lounge. A fire burned In the grate, casting ft warm glow around the small room, and contra#tlng agreeably with tho wild prospect of leaden clouds, leafless trees and gathering shadows obtainable from the window. Hylvla drew- nn armchair to the hearth and cast herself Into It, and fell Into a reverie, her eyes fixed abstract edly upon the ruddy coals and wood, the wild dirge of the storm forming a lulling accompaniment of her thoughts. At this side of the house the full force of the gale u-r\n not felt, but the sustained anthem of the tempest amid the trees fell upon Sylvia’s ear like the solemn swell or a mighty cathedral or- gun/ And ns the shadow# gathered In the room and the wild winds knelled with out Sylvia’# thought# became more and more vague and dreamlike, and little by little she lost consciousness of her Hurroundlnga and dropped Into a light sleep. 1 Basil Returns. From the brief slumber she was aroused In a startling manner. The sound of loud, excited voices fell upon her still dreaming ears, then she heard her name called sharply, "Syl via! Sylvia!’’—and then at last she started up, wide awake, and turned her gaze upon the door. Just outside of which two angry voices were talk ing. Could she believe the evidence of her own ear#? Was she still dreaming? Or was It Indeed the voice of Basil Thurs ton that nt thl# moment rang from the corridor without? "I tell you, I must se# her this In stant, Carl Mueller!” the voice cried, passionately. "Where Is she? Is she In this room? Sylvia!” And tho door handle was violently shaken. "Hush, hush, Thurston! She Is III; she ha# been III all day. You must not disturb her now,” Mueller's voice said, with a tone of appeal and terror In It. "Come dow nstairs again and wait a lit tle. I will tell her you are here.” "But I must see Sylvia without de lay! My blood Is on Are until I dis ubuse her mind of that hateful sus picion. I tel! you I must see her; If you do not allow me to see her within five minutes I shall force my way Into every room In the house until I find her.” "I promise you you shall see her. Yes, and within ten minutes, too. Come, Thurston, come down to the drawing room and wait there until I give her your message. You shall not have long to wait.” Sylvia Wonders. Amid the uproar of the storm the sounds of retreating footsteps were barely audible to Sylvia’s ears. She stood with clasped hands beside the armchair, from which she had risen, In startling incredulity. The firelight filled the room, Ruth’s lounge bed being alone In the shadow, owing to the high back of the old- fashioned armchair, which formed a kind of screen between the lounge nnd the Are. ••Basil Thurston! He has come back again, then—he Is under this very ro..' —he Is uniting to #ee me even now- waiting for what purpose?" Sylvia’s brain reeled, as Basil’s words What—•"•hut did he mean by those word*. And why had her husband lied to Basil, why had he stated that she was 111 and had been "very in all day" Even while these conflicting thoughts harassed her mind a light, rapid fool- ** e P ,h ^ pu, ™&« without, and with a sudden Impulse, almost „f terror. Sylvia sprang to the door and turned the key In the lock But n moment later the door handle was shaken hurriedly and Mueller's voice, husky and agitated, whispered at the key-hole: "Sylvia, open the door, for God's sake!" CHAPTER LXX. Musllsr Shaken. Trembling In every limb with force of an overwhelming misgiving. Sylvia unlocked the door and Mueller almost staggered Into the room. In the flick ering firelight' his face looked ghastly white. "That cousin of yours must be a mod. man. Sylvia!” he cried, hoarsely, ns he came In. "I am seriously thinking of sending a messenger for the police and placing him In custody!" "When did he return?” What does It all mean?" Sylvia gasped, her vague fears Increasing. "I arrived at The Hollow about noon. I had barely returned when there was a furious knocking and ring. Ing nt tho front door. I wonder you did not hear the noise?" "I hnd fallen asleep In the armchair. I hoard nothing until I was aroused by the voices In the lobby." "I myself opened tho front door and Basil entered. He demanded to see you. I saw that he wns In a terribly excited state, so I gave him some eva sive answer. Then he accused me of being In league against him—of tilling your mind with the suspicion of his guilt In the matter of your brother's death—nnd so forth. I need not repeat his frantic words. I told hint I should go to look for you, and I left the room, but ho followed me upstairs nnd evi dently wanted to force his way Into your presence. He fs a thoroughly dangerous man, Sylvia—and If you tnk'e my advice you will not see him. I can give him some excuse or other. I do not wish you to see him." As he proceeded Mueller's voice hnd risen nnd there was a thin shriek of excitement running through Its tones. "I hardly know what to do. Carl.” Sylvia said, trembling from head to foot now. "Basil Thurston would not havo come here this evening, under all the circumstances, unless he had a very urgent reason for tho visit. This house Is the last one on earth he would choose to enter otherwise." "I tell you the man Is mad, Sylvia! You must not run the risk of going downstairs to him while he Is In his present state." "But If he hits been told at Redbrow what my suspicions were at the time of Raymond's death, and If those sus picions were, after all, totally false ones, I can not blame Basil for any thing ho might aay or do!” Sylvia gasped, excitedly. "I heard *ome of his words from the corridor when X woke up, and If they meant anything they certainly pointed to hi* Innocence. "Even to you, Carl, I’ve never admit ted that 1 entertained this terrible sus picion ns to Basil. I've kept It to my self, and the anxiety and suspense have worn me out! I can not endure the doubt one moment longer. I must sec Bnall—I must know at once what he ha* to say and why he has rushed over here In such an excited state.” 8he moved quickly toward the doer as If she was about to carry out her Intention that Instant, but Carl Mueller seized her and forcibly held her back. "No, no, Sylvia! You shall not go to hint. I say you shall not!" His voice rang forth shrilly. "The man Is bent on ruining our happiness. If he can. Jealousy—insane jealousy—and a spirit of revenge have prompted his visit here this evening. ••He love* you still, and, naturally, he loathes me, and he Is determined to stop at nothing to destroy me! Hh ba rn a<l e a statement Just now which Is absolutely false—a deliberate, coward ly lie! "He declares that he saw me In the wood—close to the door of the paint ing room—on that dreadful night: While, as a matter of fact, I was laid up here, suffering from my sprained foot, at that Identical time." "Hush! hush! What aound was that?" Sylvia Interrupted, suddenly, glancing In the direction of the shad owed lounge. "There It Is again—Ah. A startled cry broke from her Up*- She dragged the armchair aalde, and rushed across the room to the lounge. The sound that had atartled her was a hoarse, choking gaap, ending In a kind of gurgle; and that It had come from Ruth’s bed she could not have any doubt whatever. "Ruth! Ruth!” she screamed, ns m the bright firelight she beheld Ruin» face—no longer white, no longer deatn- llke, but suddenly quivering with nm consciousness, the lips parted, the hol low. black eyes wide open and flxw. with a look of horror In them, upon Carl Mueller's ashen countenance. The man had recoiled, with a sup pressed cry of amazement and dismay- He wns staring helplessly at Ru* 11 Pritchard, too stunned to thing cohe rently, and for a moment or two tnsj hideous stare continued, ss If was transfixed by the other’s gaze al j held powerless with a kind of gha. tty mesmerism. _ , "Ruth. Ruth, do rou know me. ■>>• via cried, as she laid her hand ul Ruth's face nnd found that the P*' r ration hnd broken forth In great b.aus upon the girl's cheeks and foreheao_ Continued in Monday's Georoiajw