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/ 2f/>e Making' of BooKs ‘Oh, that-mine enemy would make a hook.’ Conducted By R W McAdam Under the Lamp With Lite Books ‘Bing in the New.” T•-Richard AVhitelng. author of “No. 5 John St.” In terest is keener today than ever before, perhaps, ip the history of the world, in the living and thinking of “the other half” in on the life and thought of "the other hailf” in London there is no better or more sympathetic au thority living than Rich ard AVhiteing as he proved in - 'Xo. 5 John Street.” "King in the New” introduces Pmo, twenty, orphaned, unworldy, unskilled, with a scant thirty pounds between her and starvation. Says Prue of her pros pects: "How am I to get my togs for Girton. with a sum like that?” “How are you to get to Girton at all?” her oonsin's reply, is poor Prue’s first reve lations of the world's possibilities. What life may mean to such a girl, what it does mean to thousands of gently-bred, gentlo-natured. incompetent working girls in 1 .oralon. is told in "Ring in the New." with Ernie's solution, if it really is a so lution. and the solutions gained and sought after by her friends-and acquaint ances in this hard world. "There is no escape from the Iron Law of brother hood.” is the creed, a working creed, too, of the,young socialist who is passionate yet self-restrained, ardent but not bigot ed. and who wins Prue to broader out look and sympathies, first through her fellowship with others of the working class, then through her love of her teacher. “Then came you ... to make me feel tluit the only thing that counts is to take one’s chances with the race.” "King in the New” is-a compelling nar rative. brightened with many touches of humor, for those who read only for the story: for the more serious minded reader, a suggestive, interesting and il luminating record of a certain humble phase of life in London, “that huge mass of mankind who are left out of the reck oning.”—The Century company, publish ers, New’ York. ‘"Great Riches.” By President: Charles W. Eliot, of Har vard University: "The rapid increase in the number of (millionaires in this coun try has been a -constant text with social ists and editors generally. But the very rich are seldom 'given strict justice. There Is something about the accumulation of great wealth which causes its possessor to be misjudged in all his actions. "The suddenly rich man finds that the pre sumptions a.rc. all against him, and the public ear is open to the prosecuting at torney, but shut to tne defense.” BEAUTIFUL FRUIT PICTURE Thlt beautiful picture t$ an exact npraMotat uu .of an o\\ pamtint ootl •inf ht)a4re4a of dollars It is In Airtoen different colors, and !• very life like and true t» nature, f it is larte eixa, 15 Inches bj 20 inofces, and in #Ua<l «f usual bordsr it is finished with a m»f- olficeat lithofratih fac simile fold and scroll ‘frame. Send 10 cent* t;» stomps «>r silver, and wn Mil send fron this befut fuJ picture nisilmc tube and a cup* of WoiUi'e Woau>. 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With rarest excep tions the rich men of today are not the sons of the rich men of thirty years ago, but arc new men. It will be the same thirty years hence.” The book contains many torse, quotable sentences. Thomas Y. Cromwell & Company, New York. Father Pink. A stirring new novel issued by Small, Maynard & Co. is "Father Pink.” by A. Wilson Barrett, the author of "The Sil ver Pin." it is a lively narrative of the wily machinations of a seemingly good- natured and harmless priest, who has schemes of his own for the benefit of a favorite niece. Barge property rights are involved, together with a hoarded pile of diamonds, which have been singu larly concealed for safekeeping. The hand of the woman whose property is thus at stake is sought toy two eager rivals, whose fortunes are involved In the plot. The custody of the diamonds, when at last found, gives rise to exciting compli cations. with the priest. Father Pink, as the cleverest actor in the drama. It is toy no means an ordinary man who can elude obviously certain capture toy back ing into a cage of trained lions with whom he had previously made friends for that purpose, and then retreating, without possible pursuit, through a secret passage. Love Sonnets. Love seems to be the strain of the song of the modern poet no less than that of the ancient bard, and no form of verse is. perhaps, a more perfect em bodiment of rhymed expression of this sentiment than the sonnet. This fact has led the publishing house of Small, Maynard & Co. to prepare, under the editorship of Laurens Maynard, an anth ology entitled "Latter-Day Love Son nets,” made tip of a notable group of peoms of nearly one hundred writers of the present day. both Britisli and Amer ican. The collection forms a truly bril liant galaxy of star love sonnets, giving varied expression to vision and to experi ence, and yet interwoven into a single underlying theme. The volume itself is the latest addition to the Love Sonnet Series, which has become notatole for its beautiful format-with its handsome face of type, beautiful paper, initial letters and border designs by Bertram Grosvenor Goodhue, and with attractive and dig nified binding. F nrtnnes are quickly and easily made In Stock*, lmy the le-rt ’’Yoarliiics”and holdnntit foil grown, i ear's t*ie whole secret. 11 don’t cost a penny to keep t liem. Very lirtle Capital necessary—$5.00 or $10.00 n month wili answer. It’s as easy as shelling beans, if interested, tend for Fnll Instructions—Free. MSVHA7TAN FINANCE COMPANY. Jersey City. N. J. Blindfolded. Stories of our most picturesque state— California—have always possessed a pecu liar fascination. The very names, Cali fornia and San Francisco, have come to spell for us vividness of color and a strange touch of the oriental, and every one feels the living charm of the phrase "The Golden Gate.” Since the awful disaster that befell San Francisco any story depicting life as it existed before the great earthquake takes on an added quality of interest, becoming not only a story but a record as well. This is the case with “Blindfolded,” by Earle Ash ley Walcott, from the press of the Bobbs- Merrill Company. Its striking incidents of San Francisco adventure, bringing in the life of the Chinese quarter, and in cluding a night excursion into the opium dens of that district, possess now a de gree of appeal even greater than would have been the case a year ago. "Blind folded” is Mr. Walcott's first long story, but the gaucheries of the beginner do not seemingly mar its effectiveness. As a tale of unusual and unbroken adventure it is unique in the season's output. The Loves of Great Composers. By Gustav Kobbe. The title of this volume gives some idea of its unique and interesting contents. Instead of treating certain famous figures of musical history in a formal way, Mr. Kotobe draws aside the veil from ttieir inner life and shows the men themselves and the heart affairs which swayed or molded their genius. The romances of Mozart, Beethoven, Mendelssohn. Schu mann, Chopin, Liszt and Wagner are told, and many new facts are given, ami old errors corrected. Thus the fact is established that Beethoven’s "Immortal Beloved” was not the Countess Guic- ciardi, to whom he dedicated the “Moon light Sonata." but her cousin. Countess Therese Brunswick, and the story of the courtship, engagement and separation is fully told. Similarly, a widespread myth regarding the Countess Potocka, who sang for the dying Chopin, is here ex ploded. Untranslated material furnishes the basis of the Schumann, Liszt and Wagner stories, replete with new and in teresting data. The book is genuinely entertaining and informing, taking a chatty and narrative form.—Thomas Y. Crowell & Co.. New York. “Further Fortunes of Pinkey Perkins” By Captain Harold Hammond, iJnited States army. The average boy in the average village is happier than any king —‘hough he never knows it till enchanted tooyland lies behind him. Because Pinkey is a boy in whom fathers recognize their own youthful selves and whom all •healthy lads are quick to claim as a com rade, his adventures—this is the second book of their telling—are good readln* •for tooys of all ages. There isn’t a mean liber in Pinkey; all his mischief is whole some and aJbovc-board; out he was born a leader, and the mischief he doesn’t •think of in the course of a year simply Isn't worlh thinking of—and what is more deliciously funny than a iboy's innocent mischier. It 13 said that Pinkey's ad ventures are largely memories of Cap tain Harold Hammond’s own young uays —certainly they read like It. “The Spirit of the Orient.” By George William Knox. The awaken ing of the east Is proving one of the most Important and interesting problems in the history of civilisation. Since the discovery of America, no one event has 'been more significant. The results of the Russo-Japanese war, on the one hand, and the rapid growth of the United States as a "world .power,'' with Ms east ern possessions, on the other. Out inten sify the profound import of this latest phase in world annais. While much has been written and said concerning these eastern peoples, there yet remains a widespread ignorance con - cerning them. They have been alien for no many centuries, that we of the west cannot seems to grasp their genius and spirit. It remains for such hooks as tills of (Professor Knox to explain many things hitherto dark. Me does not view the orient with the cold aloofness of a ’’rank outsider,” but he displays a sym pathy and intimate knowledge almost na tive. Thus India with its admixture of religions and jumbling of castes is re vealed from within outwardly—much as an East Indian himself would explain China and Japan also are discussed in an easy, discursive way which yet throws a flood of light upon them. Professor Kr.ox spent many years in the east, and tne result is one of the most entertaining and enlightening eastern books we have seen. Thomas Y. Crowell Ac. Co., New York. Publication Notes. Mr*. Mollie Lee Clifford has written a new volume entitled “Polly, the Auto biography of a Parrot." to be published this autumn by H. M. Caldwell Com pany, of Boston, in their Animal Auto biographical Series. "Polly'' tell her own story from the life in the jungles of South America to the time she reaches her home where loving care for the future is promised her. She is a mischievous bird, and often gets herself and her mistress into much trouble, but with it all she shows mueh common sense, and tier life makes an entertain ing as well as true story for young readers. Arthur Christopher Benson's "The Up ton letters" (Putnam), those charming ly urbane familiar essays—for such in essence they are despite the epistolary form—have run into a sixtli printing. To chronicle this fact is a pleasure. We like to connect it with the announce ment that Mr. Paul Elmer More's "Shel burne Essays,” also published by G. P. Putnam's Sons, are finding a steadily increasing vogue. Such successes as these remind us that there is a saving remnant of respectable proportions in the great American reading public which is on the alert to recognize what is charming in manner and excellent in matter- “Garrick and His Circle.” by Mrs. Clement Parson, which the Putnams will publish early in October, is first of a! a life of the greatest of English actors, a record of his triumphs, and a study of his methods. It is also a broad picture of the social life of the day. Garrick •is followed into ail the circles he fre quented. and one makes the acquain tance of the great company of his friends and associates. The theatrical society of the day—its whimsicalities. /Vanities, vulgarities. Its unquenchable and undignified thirst for the applause of the groundlings, its frailties and its estimable qualities, its manners and its whole habit of life—is presented with the greatest possible fidelity and vivac ity. There are admirable pictures also of the choicest literary circles of the day. Bit Char'es E. Jefferson, well known gn pastor of the Broadway ta'nerir'u. ••d author of several books, has Just completed a little holiday book under the title, “The World's Christmas Tree.” It is to be published with ap propriate type designs by Thomas Y. Crowell & Co. Messrs. Thomas Y. Crowell * Co. are adding several Important titles to their popular “Thin Paper Classics''—a series which comprises some of the largest books in the most compact compass. Among the prose titles are: Boswell's "Johnson,” Carlyle’s "French Revolu tion." and “Don Quixote." Among the poets are: Burns, Keats, Scott and Shelley. Little, Brown * Co., of Boston, will issue this fall a new’ edition ot Mrs. M. E. Henry-Ruffin's novel of earlv Norway* "The North Star.” This will be a very timely book, in view of the recent corona tion of a Norwegian king, for Mrs. Ruf fin’s hero is the first king of Norway, and the romance is woven about his reign. One of the hqst scenes in the book is the description of .King Olaf s coronation at Trondhjem, to succeed Ear if Haakon, in the same ancient city where King Haakon was crowned a few months ago. "The North tSar” has been so well re viewed abroad that their majesties of Norway have sent Mrs. Ruffin a letter commending her work for its valuable historical pictures of the early rulers ot their lan .1, and the Bibliothique Nationals of Paris has considered the work of so much Importance that a request has been made for a picture of the author to oe placed in the library. Henry Holt & Co. will issue at once “Daddy’s Daughters,” by Miss Marion Ames Taggart, upon whose saoulders sev eral critics think the mantle of Louisa Alcott has descended. While the new 'book is full of the humor for which Miss Taggart is justly famous, there is an under vein of quiet pathos in the stoiy. Lavignac’s "Music and Musicians” seems to have settied down and become a modern classic. Henry llolt & Co. are just having to print this remarkble book, which oddly combines French spirit with German thoroughness, for the seventh lime. Among the inner circle of those who recognize real literature when they see it, Arthur Colton has become a name to conjure with. His stories have been wel comed in our periodicals of tne highest rank, and Henry llolt & Co. will bring out tohis month a fourth book from his pen. It is to be called "The Cruise of the Violetta,” and is much in the vein of the author's well liked "Belted Seas. A few of the characters of tnat earlier book reappear in it. To write a romance 'based on our pres ent social discontent and make It neither somber nor prosy is a serious task for an author. In "Tho Silent War,” which is Just coming from the pies*, Mr. Mitch ell tells a tragic story based on the con test between the masses and the mil lionaires, tout succeeds in doing it without sacrificing any of tho lightness of style and delicacy of touch which made his “Amos Judd,” "Pines of Lory” and ''Glo ria Victis” such agreeable reading. Through the book runs an unusual love story, and tooth American millionaires and American workingmen are depicted in a new guise, faithfully, but irom a novel point of view. The striking illus trations are toy Balfour Ker.—Life Pub lishing Company, New York. Under the somewhat noncommittal till) “Tuberculosis; Its Origin and Extinction ' comes a lUUa book from the Macmillan Company which contains some statfiing ideas. Its author, Dr. W. 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Colorado, Idaho, Moot gnu, NAvado. New Mexico. Or«fon, Utah, Washington or Wyomtn* most call for * w ~“ , • fallens In demijohn*, or * c—k. for tIS.OO by prepaid freliht. Write for ox ore as lorni« for thes^Statoa. M WrTtMo^urboolLTFaTrTufitoiwer^niiTlc^lfiffifilitdr.—.^^——-^..^^^, either 20 fall qnart bottles. a.p English physician, has made an ex haustive study of the causes, origin and treatment of tuberculosis, and has ar rived at conclusions radically opos(»- to the general medical belief of the day. Revolutionary as is Dr. ’ILimor's theory of the cause of tuberculosis, it is sup ported by a ohain of argument which makes it worthy of the most respectlul consideration. F. Marion Crawford's. new’ nover, "A (Lady of Rome,” is not, as toas been re ported, a sequel to "Fair Margaret,” but a story dealing with entirely new char acters and comparable in setting ana spirit witii his "Cecilia," rather than with liis latest published book. The new story is announced by the Macmillan Company for publication next month. The Macmillan Company is publishing this week two stories for children, “Mer ry-lips." by Beulah Marie Dix, author of "The Fair Ala id of Graystones,” "The Making of Christopher Ferringham,” etc., and "The Railway Children,” by E. Xesbit, author of "The Literary t'ense; Hie German Empire," by Butt Estes Howard, Ph.D.; an illustrated honk on "Surrey," painted by Sutton Palmer, K. 1., and described by A. R. Hope Mon- crieff: "Tuberculosis: ?ts Origin and Ex tinction,'' by W. Pickett Turner, M. D.; “A Beginner's I^atin Book.” by Virgil Prettyman. principal or Horace Mann high school, and Alexander J. Inglis. in structor in Latin, Horace Mann high school; Thackeray’s “Henry Esmond,” edited by John Bell Henneman (in the new series of Macmillan's Pocket Clas sics). A new book by Edward B. Lent, the author of "Being Done Good,” and en titled "Cupid's Middleman,” is published this week by Cupples & Leon. 101 Fifth avenue. Alanhattan. The world of read ers who rember the merry Jests and mor dant humor with which Mr. I,ent de scribed bis experiences and sufferings in the vain pursuit for reiier from the physi cal ills that afflicted him, will be ex pectant to find a good thing in the new book. Nor will they re disappointed. "Cupid’s Middleman.” while a very dif ferent sort of book from "Being Done Good." is fnll of^ the same spirit of crackling humor and crisp fun. The plot of the story is quaint in conception, al most to the point of grotesquerie. and is carried out with a clever originality and with a stimulating interest that ste/idily increases until the climax of the tale is reached. It is reported that the Duke of Argyll, while looking over some old papers at Tnverary Castle, the other day. discov ered some verses by Lady Byron. They were written by way of retort to the poet’s well known "Fare Thee Well, and if Forever.” Of this the lady speaks with scorn as "mimic woe.” Naturally, the duke will endeavor to verify the au thenticity and trace the history of this poem, before publishing it. Tn the third volume of his "Biographic Clinics” (P. Blackiston’s Son & Co.) Dr. George AI. Gould has brought together several more of his essays bearing on the influence of even slight errors of refraction upon tlic general health. Among them are studios of the visual defects of Symonds and Taine. The con clusions in the case of Symonds will hardly seem convincing to those who are familiar with the details of his life. There are also essays on the relation of pos ture in writing to vision, which are most interesting reading. The author's atti tude toward his critics, his resentment of the very general doubt of the con clusions of his earlier volumes on these subjects, and a certain harshness in pre senting liis material will much delay the conversion of those professional breth ren, and there are very many of them, who find his theories rattier too finely drawn to be acceptable. The October number of the Garden Magazine is the fail planting manual, a double number, with a beautiful cover in three colors portraying a charming gar den scene in which asters and phlox lend the chief colors and eighty superb illus trations in the text. It is in every way a remarkable number, replete from cover to cover with suggestive material for taking advantage of the; opportunities of the season. As this is the time for plant ing bulbs for spring nower, a large por tion of the text is naturally devoted to this group of plants. I have a vegetable cure for female dis eases and piles, and I will semi package free to any sufferer. Write Mrs. Cora B. Miller. Box 2056. Kokomo, Ind. JUST QUIPS. "How's your boy getting along at the military academy?" “He's working too bard. I guess. The commandant writes me that he soldiers all the time.”—Chi cago Tribune. He—Why do iwe do the meanest and most hateful thing to those we love the best? She—I presume It is because no one else would stand for It.—Lipplncott's. Ethel—Is my hat on straight, dear.' Ernest—It's more Important that you’ve got your hair securely fastened. We're going pu.t In a canoe, you know, and I may have to take a htrnng grip In case of an upset.—Yonkers Statesman. “What's the nature of your husband's disposition when sober?” asked the police magistrate. “Really. I don't kno.y,” an swered the woman with the black eye.— Chicago News. Mr. Bpongely (slightly related)—Splen did! Magnificent! Do you know. Uncle Ell, I believe I shall never get tired of seeing the sun set behind that bill! Un cle Eli—That’s what me an' mother's be ginning to think.—iPnck. Keeper to Commercial Gentleman who has rented a moor—A doot iwe'll ha' to stop the noo, sir. Comme.tvial Gentle man—'Ow’s that? 'Ave we run out o game? Keeper—Na. na. But that's the last o' your dogs!—Punch. Customer—So you sell these watches at a .pound each? Tt must cost that to make them. Jeweler—Tt does. Customer—Then how do you make any money? Jeweler— Repairing them.—Tit-Bits. Alaud—r have just received am offer of marriage which came by post this morn ing. He said that his love for me was great, but that his income was small. Marie—-What a pity. Who was it from'.’ Alaud—I really didn't notice. That was enough.—Ta.tler. “The road to knowledge nowadays.’ -aid the first old schoolmaster, “is toe- swift and too easy. It's a. regular rail- toad. ” ‘‘Yes.’ agreed the other old peda gogue, “and it's a railroad with fewer switches than are necessary.”—Phila delphia Ledger. “Yes.” said Cassidy. “I was born in 1864. an’ 'twas a good thing for me 1 was.” “Why so?” 'Bekase, man. Teb'u- iry 29 is me birthday, so if 1864 hadn't been a leap year, shure, T wouldn’t have been born at all.”—Philadelphia Press. THIRTY-ONE’S REDEMPTION Continued from Fifth Page. shadow, his breath held, his brain in a wild whirl. "T am expecting I)r. Franklin back every moment.” The maid, a delicate looking girl with a subdued voice, was looking at her curiously as she stood there so still, clasping something to her breast. “If you will wait in here—” Sister Nora stepped mechanically into a front room. Minutes later, when the maid glanced instinctively in. she was sitting with her head down upon her hands. The girl’s hand touched tier timidly, as if she understood suffering in its silent form. “Can I do anything? Doctor will come soon—he will not he long. Don't worry,” she said, hardly knowing why; “don't worry.” She went to the window and peered both ways through the blind laths. Next moment—next moment a muffled, sob bing little cry had thrilled through the room and changed everything. "Dick! TTis face! He has come back— be was standing there—my Dick! Oh. call him hack—tell him I—” '''Where?" Herself forgotten, her voice as calm and soft as if she understood nothing. Sister Nora looked through the blind. In the shadow opposite she could just make out Thirty-one's fugitive figure, dawn as near as that in fear of what might be happening. Tt was only a glimpse; then he had drawn back, and Sister Nora had turned to put her arm about the swaying figure behind. "Be brave, be calm; tell me. Your Dick? What was he to you?” '•My life—my life! Call him back: tel! him—tell him I will work all my days to nay 1-ack for what lie did." It came in slow sobs, as tr she struggled against a suffocation. "He had gambled: he was it- debt. My fault: T-T had trifled w.tn lvs heart—T had made him think that a'l women were false. I would not answer V, im - T loved him more and more, but t felt it too late! lie had gone from me when T realized what 1 had lost. He be came that night, when I !a\ think i,,. of h3m: T saw his face-saw him Hi mb out at the balcony-and could not speak bis name. r knew then what T bad driven him to. 1 have l.ved In a fever of dread all these weeks; T c an t knoff!s—and'*da're *not *face me .a an * . ^ He is wan- nick’ Come baek to me. it dfiin" Tiondon with that crime in his Noughts—and he'll never know that I d die tonight to help him! Gone. "Gone!” cuter Nora's 1>P S mechan- iralt'v. Very still f ° momenh sobs fire had gone marblelike, net o\'n I are n rtu » Mint rove- and tbte girl would never know, come, and tm& hi . . own ind the human silence—that ner deep never-dying love for the man ^ouk (1 . • diiv Oh the deadlmess of that SU e r nrai J Struve .the dark curtain klowly 1 descended and shut out her hopes <lI U was "over. There was no sob, no ti emor; the deepest agony of ah knows them not. She had drawn the girl close to her breast; self was forg<L- ten—blotted out in the ju-esene# of an other's "rief. Once again she was -he calm steadfast woman wtoo daily walked the ward with 'her quiet step; Who nau learned in ministering to pain and ^eak- ress the deep need of self-effacement. She spoke as if she had been merely trusted with a weaker woman's secret—as if the man had never existed for her until that moment. _ "You would die for him? You wou.d work all your life for him? And he knows it—1 mean, he loved and wanted you for tols wife?" "For ills wife—yes!" came the half un conscious whisper. The dry, -wide eyes still watched than window In hopeless longing. “We were boy and girl together. What toe is now I have help to make him. Two wasted lives*—that love would have made happy! And it can never toe undone!” There was a rattle of wheels; a man sprang up the steps. The girl's quiver of realization told Slater Nora that the supreme moment had come—‘that Dr. Franklin had returned. No time to think, to hesitate. Site whispered stead ily, “Wait here; don't move until I come back.” and went straight out. closing the door behind her. Ton minutes—perhaps twenty—passed in that strange, utte.r silence. Then of a •sudden, witii the soft rustle of an angel, it seemed, she was back: and no one would ever know what she bad said and dene to pave the wav for Thirty-one’s re demption. She. had put her arm about the girl's motionless figure and was whis pering: “You will go to him there, at once, and tell him all that you would (nave 'told him that night.” she ended. "Tell him that he is free, and that Dr. Franklin is willing nn;l waiting to :ak" him by the toand. Tell him that Sister Nora is quite content to know that the shadow has gone from bis life, and that she goes back to her duties with—with a happy heart and full 'rust in his future; she wants no thanks. Be tt true wife and stay to him. an—” the voice faltered a lit tle, then steadied bravely, "and that is all. I am going—-T shall take the other direction. Give him this note T have wri\ ten! Goodby!" Siie went quietly out at the hall door, turned the other way, and passed from sight without a backward look. On the note, that Thirty-one should treasure un til liis dying day, were just a few hastily written words: “I have kept my promise—fulfilled my .parting words. You are free—free for the woman who loves you. Heaven bless you both. SISTER NORA.” BELOW THE STAIRS. Continued from Fifth Page. men to hurst into an uncontrollable fit of hysterics upon parade. But Chapman shrugged his shoulders impatiently at these memories, and it came over him witii a renewed snap of rage that hr* was there, beneath the ground, impotent, and she was lipstairs, agonized, dreading exposure. And then for the first time he realized that ex posure had come! It had come! TV hen next Hode pushed his wife's door open she would • • • Again he dared not think what would face her! 'He must kill Hode! He must kill him! That would mean an eternity of men tal torture. He was sure of that. Strain ing his ears then he caught a steady, simple sound. It seemed to come straight before his face. Hode must ha creeping up to him. But, so far as he could remember, where the sound came from there was a long table. Hode could not be there. But he might have crept beneath the table. Supposing tiiat he himself fired six shots, moving his arm rapidly in a circle? But if Hode were crouching down the shots would pass over his head. He conceived the stratagem of crouch ing down himself. But to do that he must forego his hold of the switch, which gave him. as he imagined, a certain con trol of the situation. What should he do? What should he do? Again the irritation overcame him. He felt that it was indispensable that he should have time to think—if only to worry out some excuse for his unpardon able folly. It was utter folly. He ought never to have come down into the gallery with Hode. One of the revolvers had leaked a little —his knuckle had been blackened—he had pulled out his handkerchief from his cuff and her letter—the one letter—had been jerked out right on to tiie very foot of her husband. The great bold writing, the unmistakable blue paper with the red crest—the words: "Come to me! I can not live without you!” To save her he must shoot Hode. The words he repeated to himself, for he could not imagine himself committed to that action. It was all, still, like a farce. It was only a wild idiot like Hode who could imagine such an action—a duel. They had written, each of them—but he under the compulsion of Hode. rather— on fragments of paper, the words: 'T cannot stand this strain any longer!” The business affairs of both were in a state of entanglement, to make it rea sonable to blow their brains out. Both their revolvers would be discharged. One dead man would still .gold his. The other would go up quietly to bed. No one would come till the morning. It was an idiotic affair. If only he could speak, he would be able to prove this to Hode. But he dared not speak. Then either she must die and she )* ex posed. or he must kill Hode. What was he to do? And he swore aloud. ********* A spot of flame leaped from low down near the floor. He tnought: "Hode has missed!" The gallery was visible; the targets at tne far end; the green table with the cartridges, and Hode,’ his face distorted with rage above his white shirt front, sitting on the floor, gazing hard at him. The gallery remained light like that. He tnought: "God has not pun ished: I shall save her.” He could not understand why, if lie did not care lor her any longer, he should care to save her. "1 must love her." lie thought. He had never quite believed that he loved her. “But now I must fire,” lie said, and he wondered what was love. All these thoughts passed through his brain, while Colonel Hode's bullet was traveling toward his forehead. Then he felt pain, and thought: "if this punish ment of love of repentance • * • ?” and the words formed themselves again and again as his brain grew idle, repeat ing the last thoughts indefinitely. And because the last thing tnat liis eyes saw was the little target in the light of the pistol push, so he continued to see the whitened wall, the target, and light. Colonel Hode. stiff from h!s crotrrhing, staggered a little as lie made bis way to the switch. He turned on the warm light, took the undischarged pistol from the dead man's fingers, and dropped liis own to the floor, by Chapman's side. He went slowly upstairs, pushed his wife s door open, and muttered "Good night,” and went into his own room. When lie had removed his coat end waistcoat, lie remembered that he had left on the table his own paper bearing the words. 'l cannot bear this strain any longer." He went downstairs to the gallery again, and with a match carefully burned toe paper, watching it disappear In flame between his fingers. Chapman lay by the door, his eyes gazing at the ceiling.