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Their Married Life By MABEL HERBERT URNER. BEHIND CLOSED DOORS By ANNA KATHARINE GREEN “B' IUT if j our appointment Isn't I was this the fate still In store for until two—well be back be- I 1 * 1 ®"? 0 . , . .. „ , . . „ , _ i Now, for heaven s sake, don t start fore then pleaded Helen. , hnrp | ng ,, n that ... Krow)p< i Warren at “You know I wouldn't go alone! I Helen's fierce denunciation. “If they Hear do come'" | eat horse meat over here—they eat j Not on your life! I can see all I '«• ' hat '" al1 . * uod wl " your I . I tearing the ulr do. want of Paris without sitting humped | They passed many points of inter- | (Copyright, 1P13. by Anna Green, t Katharine est, wliich Helen looked at unseeing- ly before she could wrest her mind from the picture of the dingy shop with its strange awning and gilded horse's head. At the Palace de Justice they all left the car and the guide took them through the t’onclergerle. the famous j prison of the French Revolution. “Nice, cheerful place," commented j Warren when they entered the dun- j geon of Marie Antoinette, a dark, i damp cel! without lignt or air. Equally black and grewaome were j the cells In which Robesp!?rre and ( Madame de Barry had been impria- j oned before their execution Outside in the courtyard was the site of the, guillotine. Helen paused to read a small tablet which marked the place, j “Through this court passed all the victims of the Reign of Ter ror. Every day were lined up the cart? which brought the con demned to the scaffold. No spot In the world has witnessed such terrible tragedies.” Helen glanced around the now peaceful sun-lit courtyard with its crumbling moss-grown fountain. It was hard to picture this as the scene j of such frightful carnage They crossed the courtyard and found the car waiting at the other entrance. From there it was only a the tickets short ride to Notre Dame, where they Tnr-I.idimr Ali spent half an hour wandering through including All * , . . i try r ivnau i \la with their up on one of those rubber-neck wagons'.' "Oh, I know you can - and you know' Paris so well already. But I've never been here before, and I'd get so much from this trip." "Yes. and be bellowed at by that guy with the horn!" "No—no, we’d sit way back on the last seat and you could tell me about the places. I'm sure you know as much as any of these guides." To this artful flattery of his knowl edge of Paris Warren was not imper vious. Helen saw her advantage and pressed it. "Look. dear, look at all the places they go to," turning over the pink leaflet which gave a long list of the "points of interest" visited. 'And it's so hot this morning—we wouldn't w r alk around much anyway." They wore now at the American Express Company, where Warren had stopped to cash some checks and get his mail. While he was at the cash ier's widow Helen had picked up one of the "Touring Paris" leaflets and found that a car left from there al 10:30, returning about one. But it took all of Helen’s powers of persuasion before Warren at length grumbling ly bought the tickets. Eight francs each. "Including All i * - . , . ... Expens, Admission Fees, etc.," ar- vaulted aisle, impressive with their cording to the pink leaflet, In which I wonderful stained-glass windows and the advo'cag^s of the trip w r ere glow’- I carved images ingly set forth. I ln lhe sacristy they were shown As it was now twenty minutes after ) ancient relics, the < rown of ten. they had but a few moments to What Has Gone Before. It is the wedding day of Dr. Wal ter Cameron He is to be married at H o’clock that evening to Gene vieve Gretorex a beautiful society girl. At 4 o'clock I >r. Cameron Is called upon in his office by Kben- ezer Gryce, a member of the Scot land Yard detective force. He as tounds Dr. Cameron by telling him that Miss Gretorex has been missing for several days. Gryce says that the girl's mother requested his serv ices in the hunt for her daughter, and showed him a note in which Miss Gretorex declared she would be back In time for the ceremony. Gryce as tounds Dr. Cameron by declaring he tracked Miss Gretorex to an obscure London hotel, where he found her registered under the name of Mildred Farley They drive to the hotel and peer through curtains into Room No. 163. where they see Miss Gretorex kneeling before a fire weeping and burning up some letters. They go downstairs greatly mystified Gryce makes some Inquiries and learns that three hours before the girl was vis ited by a man, who. when he left the hotel, notified the management that he would return at 9 o’clock with a clergyman who was going to marry them Dr. Cameron excitedly de mands that Gryce tell him the name of this man. The detective hands him a card Inscribed with this name— "Dr. Julius Molesworth.'’ Now go on with the story. THE DETECTIVE HEARS OF THE STRANGE VISITOR TO-DAY'S INSTALLMF.NT. T wait. When they went out tc take the car they found only two others in the party. Instead of the big "rubber-neck wagon" a regtilar tour ing car was to be used, and the guide took his seat by the chauffeur with out the offensive "horn." "You see it isn't at all like a sight seeing car." exclaimed Helen joyful ly. settling herself in the back seat which they had alone. "Umph. this isn’t so bad.' admitted Warren reluctantly. "If that fellow don’t talk us to death " But the guide sensed thst his reg ular memorized harangue would not be appreciated by this small party, so his comments were only occasion al and brief. Another Couple. The other couple wer© English, evi dently o.« their wedding trip, for the young woman's light gray gown. hat. gloves and parasol were all new and most bride-like. Her husband, whom Helen thought most insipid with his small blond mustache, was more in tent on shielding her from the sun with the new gray silk parasol than Thorns, a nail frorp The Cross, the ronation mantle of Napoleon 1, the blood-stained robe of Thoma? Mrs. Gretorex. HEY were in the street. Dr. Cam eron, whom this last blow had seemingly dazed, stood on the ho tel steps looking in a vague way about him, like one made suddenly homeless; while the detective with his hand on his arm endeavored to make him un derstand the necessity of haste. "Haste? Why should J hasten?" asked Becket, and the crucifixclasped by i ^ al j aB( struck by the word. "I have 1 n ..U V \TT n o »/a u «r 11 i 11stt 1 rw>f I no engagements. They will scarcely Louis XVI ns he was guillotined. Worse and Worse. "A cheerful itinerary they’ve laid out for us." grumbled Warren as they again climbed Into the car. "So far I we’ve seen on'y horrors. But I guess that’s what the rubber-neckers want." The car next drew up before the miss the bridegroom if the bride was ab sent." "Possibly not. But that absence must be accounted for. That is my duty perhaps, but you have one, too, I think, sir." "Here. Possibly.” "No. I don’t think you can do anything The lady is on seeing Paris. i , „ . . Kn this was Tour No. I—of tho ! auKgested • Rapt Side." they were soon whirled |‘"mine to the guide, H ow Inn* down pn t the Louvre across the Y ou spend here Se'ne (o the Gatin q. arter. "About twenty minutes, sir. The Boulevard Montparnaese. of "All right, wel meet you at the which Helen had so often read, was ; 8 a H* in twenty minutes, most disappointing, for it was wide, j The> started down a winding modern and prosperous looking—very J ^ rave i path, pausing every now and "nHVe the shabby artist section she ! read the linese on some con- had pictured spicuous monument. It was strangely Hut a little later they turned into | Interesting to come acrosy such names a section that was as yet "unim- 1 HR ‘ bopln, Rossini. Daudet, Moliere. proved." with attaint, narrow streets Fontaine. Balzac and Rose Bonheur. and curious old shops. But to Helen even more interesting "The Rue St. Jacques.” exclaimed than the names was the strange HHen, reading the name on a lamp character of the monuments tliem- post. "Oh. isn’t this the street Bal- wives. Many were built In the form r.ac and Zola wrote so much about? vaults with grated Iron doors impressive gates of the Pere-Lachaisc here. But you might try. Cemetery—the. most famous In Paris, alone, and—” "For the love of Mike! If they’re "i ran not," Interrupted the other, not going to take us through a grave- j w tth a look of Irrepressible repugnance. >ard now!" "Neither my love nor my complaisance But inside as they strolled through ^ sufficient for such humiliation." the graveled drives, even Warren was Impressed with the beauty of *iie He Did Not Reply, place. The great archway of willows. the gleaming white monuments, the j And he started away toward the car- banks of flowers—and the atmosphere | r | aKe of peace and quiet about It all. ^ ... , . . . . or . But the matter of fact "commer- | Mr t.ryce followed him, saw him en- elallzed” information of the guide ter. and stepped into the vehicle him grated here in< re than anywhere else j f "Oh. come, let's break away from j this fellow and roam around by our- ; "To the nearest elevated station." he Warren. Then > touted to the driver. "And quick! We do I have lost ten minutes by this unexpected Dear, don't you remember the dens of the underworld they pictured here?" The rambling cobblestone street, not unlike an illustration from a Bal zac novel, was In some place- «o nar row that the street venders had to push their carts up on the sidewalk to let them pass. "Just below here on the left," the guide pointed down the street, "you will see a butcher shop with a gilded horse’s head. At that shop thev sell only horse meat. Bv the law they must have that red awning and the horse’s head over the door. Thev're many shops of this kind in the poorer sections of Paris." "Oh. how awful." murmured Helen who had heard that the poor of Paris ate horse meal, but had never thought it true. Warren Complains. The chauffeur slowed up a* they passed the dingy little shop with Its gilded horse’s head glittering in the sun. But inside It was so dark that Helen caught onlv a glimpse of the sawdust floor and a carcass hanging by the door. Was it some old cab horse whose driver had beaten and starved it past usefulness that had been taken out and killed, and now its poor old body hung up there to be sold by the pound ? Helen had a sudden feeling of re vulsion and hatred for all things French From her first day In Paris her heart had ached for the wretched- looking, overworked cab horses. And through which could be seen the ob jects within. There was usually a little altar, or perhaps only a stone shelf, on which was a crucifix. candles. artificial flowers, wreaths and images. Some times a piece of yellowed, mildewed lace covered the altar, and there was often a stone bench on which to kneel. In a few vaults there were fresh flow ers. showing almost daily visits, but In many the dust and cobwebs showed thev had not been entered for years. When they Anally got back to the gate the others were waiting in the car. This was their last stop, and they were now whirled back to the American Express Company. "Now. wasn’t it wmrth while com ing’.*" asked Helen, eagerly. "Think of all the things we saw—that we’d probably not have seen any other wav." "Yes, we saw enough horrors to last for some time." grunted Warren. "This whole route was mapped out to satisfy the tsourist’s morbid curiosity. Nine people out of ten would rather see the blood-stained robe of some poor devil than view a masterpiece of art." "But. dear some of It was very in teresting." protested Helen. "Interesting? Well, if you're inter, ested in grew some relics, all right. But when I take a morning off for an outing—I'd choose something a little more enlivening than dungeons and graveyards." RESINOL SOAP IMPROVES YOUR SKIN AND HAIR The British Museum in London has | now between 3.500.00 and 4.000,000 | j | books, and is grow ing at the rate of j i 50,000 volumes a year. The catalogue ! J contains 4.000 000 entries, and there | j are 46 miles of bookshelves. discovery,’’ he explained, in apologetic tones, to the doctor, "and must make them up at our own inconvenience.” The doctor did not reply: apathy had succeeded disgust. Mr. Gryce went on talking. "1 ant in no position to suggest your duty to you, air. but I will Just lay before you one or two conclusions that have come to me in the last five min utes. Will you listen?" "I have nothing else to do." dryly re marked the physician. "Very well, then. Some time ago Miss Gretorex engaged herself to you. She seemed happy; then some trouble came into her life, we do not know what, but we can safely connect it with this Molesworth, and she wished to break her engaement. But her mother, to whom she mentioned her desire, thought it too late for her to do so; and driven by some unknown necessity of the situation, she quitted home three days before her contemplated marriage, leaving behind her. you must remember, a distinct promise to return In time to fulfill her part in the contract. Wedding Day Arrives. "The wedding day arrives and she de lays her return unaccountably; hut the wedding day is not over, and when I saw her at 2 o'clock there were yet six hours before her. Did she intend at that time to keep her word? We do not know ; but her face was cheerful, even expectant; the face indeed of a woman who Is looking forward to immediate marriage with a man w’orthy of her and whom she not only loves but respects But a visitor comes. She has a long talk with him, and the result is a dis tinct change in her bearing and expres sion. which seems to argue a distinct change In her plans. We still hear that she is going to be married, but the name of her bridegroom is a new one and the place of her bridal the very room which at present is only a witness of her despair. What is the conclusion? There may be many, but the one that has suggested itself to me is this: That in her secret heart Miss Gretorex loves the man she has seemingly fled from, and that in this new* and unexpected union she is making a sacrifice to some fancied duly. If this is so ’* J The heart of a vegetarian is said "She is lost to me as much as if she j to beat, on an average. 58 to the gloried in her duplicity 11 minute; that of the meat eater, 72. j doctor coldly. broke in the There are few so fortunate as to pofr'sess skin and hair health that is beyond Improvement, and to that great majority who do not. Resinol Soap has an especial mission Ordinary soaps can do little or nothing to overcome these defec tive conditions. Containing free , alkali, as many of them do, they ( rather tend to increase them. In ) fact, this uf*e of harsh, drying \ soaps is one of the frequent cause.-- 5 of skin and scalp troubles. J But the Resinol medication in I Reainol Soap tends to keep the complexion free from redness, roughness, pimples. blackheads and other annoying conditions, to prevent chapping and chafing?, to J clear the walp of dandruff, ami to > maintain the luster and health ol S the hair, while its absolute purity, \ clean, wholesome odor and cleans ing refreshing lather suit it per- Iv to regular use in the toilet, h and nursery. Sold bv all drug Trial free: Dept. l-R, Res- ‘timore. Md. This represents a difference of 20,- [1000 beats in 24 hours. | There is a spot in America which i? solely Inhabited by millionaire?. This is Jekyl Island, which belongs j j to a c lub composed of the million aires of New York. Boston and Phila delphia. The depth of water affects the speed of steamers very considerable the vessels moving more slowly in shallow than in deep water. In Russia people must marrv be fore reaching the age of 80. or not at all; and may marrv times. “lie was a peculiar looking person," answered the clerk. only five The longest plant in the world is a species of subtropical seaweed which grows to 600 feet in length Fram e makes near 26 ooo.oon pairs of gloves yearly, and of these 18.000 - 000 pairs are exported. i A thousand tons of monthly within the 118 ; I of London. soot Series square milt- The detective slowly shook his head. "You do not love her," his gesture seemed to say. But his words betrayed no such con viction. "She is courting a wretched fate." he declared. "A marriage perpetrated in this manner and under circumstances so near to scandalous, will not only de stroy her in her own esteem, but sever al connection her her kindred and friends who hav* hltuerto made up her world. She is lost if it is allowed to take place Her mother must stop it since you do not feel yourself equal .to the task. And to the mother we hasten " Dr. Cameron's look of gloom did not lighten To Save His Name. “You are right." he assented. "Let , Mrs. Gretorex he told of her daughter's ‘ -*os1tion ns soon as possible. But why need I go with you'*’’ "To save your good name intact. You s re expected to be on hand to marry I Miss Gretorex at 6 ocloclf If she is too ill to many your, society will con fine itself to cun.mlseiciting your disap pointment. But if you are not thfcre—’’ He stopped, for the doctor's whole manner had changed. "Shall we not go by the elevated road?" asked Mr. Gryce in his quiet wa5* "Certainly, certainly," came from the doctor in ringing tones strangely in con trast to his lale apathetic ones; "any thing to get there in time. Who knows but my honor may at least be saved." AfVt the voice which gave th£ orders to the coachman now was his. and it was his foot that first touched the pave ment and his form that led the way up the stairs to the elevated road. They were fortunate in catching a train immediately, and once upon it, both breathed easier Twenty-five min utes certainly would suffice to carry them to One Hundred and Twenty-fifth street, fifteen minutes more take them across town, and fifteen minutes addi tional see them at the house. Fifty- five minutes and they had an hour and forty minutest That is. an hour and forty minutes before * o'clock. But Mrs. Gretorex had to be informed of her daughter's critical position and got down to the hotei by y. Could it be done? The calm face of the detective asserted his confidence that it could. But there are accidents that upset all our calculations. Just as they were congratulating themselves upon the good time they were making, the cars gave a sudden jerk and came to a standstill. Instantly all the ladies in the car rose, and next moment the gentle men, for they had just left a station and were yet some distance from an other. "A breakdow-n!" exclaimed the doctor. "In the middle of the block!" added his companion. Very Impressive. Yet they did not believe their own words, and it was some minute? before they fully realized that the engine had really given out, ami that they were virtually prisoners, and liable to stay where they were for half an hour at least. When they did. and had Camil la ted the possibilities of escape and found none, for like all such accidents it had taken place in the highest por tion of the road, they turned from each other with an irrepressible expression of dismay. For even if they succeeded in reaching the house by 8 o’clock."'the half-hour now being lost made the ex pectation of getting Mrs. Gretorex down to the hotel in time to stay her daugh ter’s marriage no longer within the pos sibilities. Her fate was then decided, and by a power higher than their ow-n. The thought affected the doctor deeply, for he knew, or thought he knew, enough of Dr. Molesworth, to foresee anything but happiness for her in an al liance with him. Aven if he were & man of her world, which he was not, he had characteristics of disposition that would try the meekest woman; and I she was a deeidedly haughty one. with j memories behind her that w ? ould make a life of constant concession intolerable. ln the blank of the dull window out | of which he looked he perceived her | image, tied with all her accomplish ments and lady-like proclivities, to this brusque. stern. self-contained man. is akin to love, for love he could not have now or ever again for this woman. The shock she had given his pride had killed its very germs in his heart. Even if he could bring himself to believe in the detective’s plausible explanation of her conduct and find in her very incon sistencies the evidence of a hidden and baffled affection for himself, his feel ing must still remain one of pity alone. The fact that he saw her face as never before; that its least line struck him with a sense of beauty that had some times been lacking In his contempla tion of her did not go far to dispel this conviction. Misfortune while separating them had emphasized her figure in his eyes, and thought she was his no more, he could not but marvel over the fate that had come between him and one whom he now- saw- could easily have been his ideal of what was personally fascinating and attractive. The Gene vieve he had seen at his last interview— not the one he had seen to-day—was beautiful, and. pitiable as it was to consider, had shown signs of that feel ing attributed to her by his companion. He Flushed. He flushed as he remembered it and rigorously turned away his thoughts. But they had taken deep root, and though he rose from his seat and walked the length of the train, talked to the engineer and interested himself in one or two passengers whose coun tenances betrayed apprehension, he could not escape them, nor substitute with any other vision the picture of her face as it looked to him on that one night. He saw- it in the clouded skies as he glanced out, in the blaze of the fire as he peered into the furnace, finally in the abstracted visage of his old seat and sa(, down again by the detective's side. Do what he would—and his pride impelled him to make every effort pos sible—-the shy. almost beseeching glance so new to those proud eyes, the bright, alluring smile, even the turn of her form as she looked back on leaving him, would recur to his memory with a pho tographic distinctness that effectually blotted out the wild dishevelled woman of whom he had had that hateful and stolen glimpse through the curtains. Had it not been for the hurried beating of his heart, the fierce, almost unbear able irritation of his nerves worn to ex asperation by these lingering moments of enforced waiting, he co.uld almost have imagined that the events and rev elations of the day had been, a dream, and that he was going forward with warmth in his heart and hope in his soul to a marriage that promised love and honor. As it was. no clinging and persistent vision of her or any other woman could blot out the shameful fact that he was on his way to anything but a happy bridal scene: that instead of honor he should meet mortification, and in place of love, defeat and possible re greet. Mr. Gryce—who. in the wisdom of his old age, never chafed at what was un avoidable—had nothing to say during j this time of inaction. Possibly he had taken the opportunity to study up some other case, possibly he thought silence more discreet than speech; at all events, he made no effort to break It. and the j minutes went by, and the seemingly in- whose ambition wa? as hard as his pov- r terminable half-hour came to an end erty and whose will wa? allied to some- | w ithout a word having been uttered be- thing narrow and constrained, rather j tween them. But with the first onward than to what was broad and helpful. \ movement of the car both roused and The result was pity. Not the pity that Mr. Gryce spoke. "Thirty-five minutes lost! That’s bad! But if the fates are propitious we may succeed in our intentions yet. Come to the door and don't stop for any courtesies. Seconds are of impor tance now.” And seconds were made use of. Old as Mr. Gryce w-as, he showed that when hurry was demanded not even his pro verbial rheumatism stood in the way. As soon as the cars stopped at One Hundred and Twenty-fifth street they were out of them, and, sighting a car approaching them on the cable road, ran, caught it and were on their way across town before some of their fellow passengers had reached the bottom of the elevated stairs. There was no delay this time; St. Nicholas avenue was reached at a quar ter to 8, and as they had but a few- min utes’ walk before them, they stepped out with a decision that was almost hopeful. Suddenly a carriage rolled by them. "Good God!" exclaimed Dr. Cameron, "a guest going to the wedding!" Another carriage and another; the street seemed alive with them. "Why didn't I think of this?” mut tered the doctor, feeling the cold sweat breaking out over him. "Did you expect anything else?" asked the detective. "The parents, hoping for her return up to the last, naturally could take no rfieasures to warn their guests. You will even see an awning up, you may be sure." " 'Tis horrible!” came from his com panion, with bitter emphasis; and at the corner of St. Nicholas place he al most stopped as if he felt himself un able to proceed. But the detective's firm figure passing hurriedly on, he re covered from his momentary weakness and followed him. ‘Hark!’’ He Cried. § © The Manicure Lady © § By WILLIAM F. KIRK. HERE was a Gypsy poet up to our house last night," said the Manicure Lady. “Brother Wilfred dug him up at one of them little camps the Gypsies have. He heard this young poet singing some lines that he had wrote himself, anti when h.e asked the rest of the Gypsies who wrote the lines, they told him the kid wrote them himsetf. So Wilfred, who is the original fall guy, brought him up to the house last night and treated him as if he was the prince of the world. The old gent liked him about as much as lie likes soft stuff to drink, and told Ma out in the kitchen that he was getting too old to listen to foreign poetry. I wrote down some of the lines. 1 couldn’t make no sense out of them, but maybe you can. This is one of the songs the boy says he wrote: “ */ am of Romany, Of Romany am /. / flutter through this gray world Like a butterfly. The clouds that form Before the storm Are firmer fixed than /. For / am a gypsy boy And the globe is my gypsy toy * "Was he drinking anything?” asked the Head Barber. "No, he was just as nice and sober as he could be.” said the Manicure Lady. "The only drinking that was done was by the old gent, who went out and sat convenient to the side board after he had heard that one poem. Wilfred ^aid that the poetry was divine, and he ought to know more about it than you and me, but maybe it’s because I don’t understand them Gypsies. They are queer people, ain't they, George?" "They certainly are queer people,” agreed the Head Barber. "I went to one of their camps once to have my fortune told, and a right handsome young Gypsy girl told me that I was destined to be a great man. If she meant in size she wasn’t far off. but that’s the only kind of greatness that ever came to me. She also told me that when I grew up I was going to be handsome, but that didn’t strike me so queer, as all the folks at home said I was a handsome boy and would be a handsome man. Nothing she told me has come true. I didn't win great ness, and one look at my map would prove to anybody that she w as a bum prophet about looks." "You ain’t so awful homely," said the Manicure Lady. "If your eyes was a little bigger and your ears was smaller, you would compare kind of favorable with most of the young men that comes in here and has their nails did. And, besides, George, if she had said that you would grow up to have one qf the nicest dispositions of any gent which I have ever saw, she would have called the turn. But get ting back to our Gypsy poet, Wilfred was so stuck on hi? musical lines that he wanted the kid to stay all night, and I guess he would have stayed only the old gent put the crusher on that proposition." "Maybe the Gypsy stole them lines he said was his," suggested the Head Barber. "I wouldn’t be surprised." said the Manicure Lady. "He stole a box of cigars and some of the old gent’s stickpins before he went away." The hooting of a motor-bue was heard as a passenger and railway por ter were talking. “Oh, dear me,” said the passenger, "the sound of those motor horns makes me go queer all over.” "Why?” asked the porter. “Why,” was the reply, “a motor driver ran away with my wife." "Ah," said the porter, "and it upsets you to think of it?” "No. it's not that.” replied the dis tressed one. "I am afraid he might be bringing her back.” * * * When a local train pulled up at the Scottish junction where passengers change for Kirriemuir, a porter put his head in the window of the com partments and asked: "Anyone here for Kirriemuir?” There was no response, and pres ently the train moved on. Then an old Scotswoman remarked, triumphantly: “A’m for Kirriemuir, but I wouldna tell that inqueesitive idiot so when he peered in!" * • * Officer—I was struck very much by your Ignorance in drill this after noon. Why, confound you, you don’t even know whiere your front is! Recruit—Yes, I do, sir. It’s gone to the wash with my shirt. • * * knock twice at our door." She—I sent a quarter to a young woman for a recipe to make me look young. He—What did you get? She—A card saying, “Always asso ciate with women twenty years older than yourself." • * • Gentleman—What do you mean by putting your hand in my pocket? Light-Fingered Bill—Excuse me, sir; I’m so absent-minded. I used to have a pair of trousers exactly like yours. Eat This Food During Summer i Meanwhile the stream of carriages kept up. and presently they could hear the slamming of doors as their occu pants alighted. Something in the sound, in the general aspect of things, seemed to move the doctor strangely. "Hark!" cried he, clutching at the de tective's arm to stop him. "There is no confusion, no delay; the guests go in and are received. And look! Lights— lights from basement to garret! What does it mean? Do those wretched parents still hope that she will come?” For answer, Mr. Gryce drew him hur riedly on. “Don’t stop for anything," he cried. "Forget your wrongs, your fears, your hopes even. Be a machine; we have work to do.” Then with a sudden | change of tone. "You must not be seen by these people, and you must see the hostess, and immediately. How are we going to do it? Is there a basement jdoor?” "Yes, but the side door is better. If I we are met it will cause less rsmark. | 1 am expected at the side door.” To Be Continued To-morrow. Be careful what you eat during hot weather. What you need is food that nourishes but does not heat the body. Faust Spaghetti fits right into that class. It is a high gluten food—a bone, muscle and flesh former—but contains practi cally no fat, therefore cannot heat the body. SPAGHETTI makes a savory, appetizing dish. It can be served in a great many ways that appeal to the palate. 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