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Their Married Life
By MABEL HERBERT URNER.
Beauty
Pauline Frederick Tells the Secret of Her
Great Charm and Dazzling Loveliness
BEHIND CLOSED DOORS
One of the Greatest Mystery Stories
Ever Written
HE Bon Marche!
From a child Helen had heard
of it as the great shop of Paris.
It was at the Bon Marche that the
heroines of all the French novels she had
ever read had bought their gown*.
It was from the Bon Marche that
Uncle Mart brought Aunt Ellen that
long gray cloak. Helen was a very lit
tle girl then, but she remembered every
bit of braid and every button on that
wonderful* wrap.
When Aunt Ellen used to come to
spend the day, Helen would steal up
to the f^pare room to look with awe at
the ‘ Paris wrap'' spread out on the
bed. The gray silk cord and tassel,
the big pearl buttons, and most wonder
ful of all the gilt-lettered label, the
“Bon Marche."
For the live or six years that Aunt
Ellen wore that coat, it gave her a cer
tain social prestige. Even after It was
made over, it was still the coat that
“Uncle Mart brought from Paris.”
And Helen never saw it that she did
not picture that far-away Parisian
store—the Bon Marche. Somehow she
always thought of it as a great build
ing with marble steps and stone lions,
with open victorias'and prancing horses
before the entrance, and ladies with
trailing gowns and men with high silk
hats (after the manner of old prints)
walking by.
Now' that Helen herself stood before
the Bon Marche her feelings were com
plex. There were no marble steps, no
stone lions, no open victorias, but in
stead a building that lookc** much like
a huge market place with its stalls of
cheap goods along the sidewalk outside.
Her first impulse was to go straight
to the cloak department to see first of
all just where Aunt Ellen’s wrap had
been bought so many years ago. With
out stopping to view the confusing
quantity and variety of goods displayed
on the first floor, she took a moving
stairway to the third gallery. A large
hanging sign, "Mantles,” was just
ahead.
So this was the very department!
Helen looked around almost expecting
to see a duplicate of Aunt Ellen’s gray
cloak on one of the many wax figures.
But these clinging models of satin and
lace were very different from the gen
erous folds of that quaint old cloak.
On a black and green satin opera
wrap thrown carelessly over a chair,
Helen caught a glimpse of a gold let
tered label. With a thrill of familiarity
she saw it was the same label, the same
lettering, even the same scroll line from
the “E” back under the name.
Determined to Buy.
Helen was determined to buy some
thing here, to take something home with
a “Bon Marche” label, if only as a ful
fillment of her girlish dreams.
She looked longingly at an evening
wrap of white crepe de chine with long
knotted fringe and a price tag of 275
francs—$65. But Helen's need of an
evening gown was much more impera
tive than of a wrap, and she felt she
could not afford to get both.
Warren had already made some busi
ness acquaintances here, with whom
they were invited to dine next Thurs
day. And as Helen, in anticipation of
her Paris shopping, had brought almost
no clothes with her, she must have a
gown for th%t dinner. %
In the next department were the
“Robes.” Here on roped-ln platforms
stood groups of smiling wax figures. But
the price tags of from 350 to 1.000
francs on these beaming ladles were
most disconcerting. Helen was more
than ever convinced that she could buy
gowns just as attractive and just as
cheap in New York.
Besides the wax figures, there was
case after case of evening gowns, which
could be seen behind glass doors. ?Ielen
made a general survey of them all, and
then sat down to await an English-
speaking clerk.
On the chair beside here were thrown
half a dozen gowns, left there after they
had been shown to some customer.
Helen glanced over them casually and
then with sudden interest, drew from
beneath the others a white chiffon with
a pale blue girdle.
Compared to the bizarre effects of
many of the others, this was charming
ly simple and girlish, with its fine ac
cordion pleated skirt and soft wide gir
dle. Helen glanced at the price and
was delighted to find that on the ticket
“Occasion” was written in red ink, and
the original 290 francs was marked
down to 210.
There are many English-speaking
clerks in the Bon Marche, and in a few
moments a saleswoman was bringing
from the cases gown after gown and
displaying them on chairs before Helen.
Then she led the way to a mirrored
fitting room, where Helen tried on sev
eral, and decided on the white chiffon.
Very Obliging.
“Now can you have this altered by
Thursday noon?
“This is Saturday,” mused the clerk.
“I’ll make It special, madame, and
you’ll have H Thursday morning. I’ll
just call the fitter.”
She returned with an older French
woman, who could not speak English,
but who saw at a glance what altera
tions were needed, and her deft fingers
were soon pinning up the skirt and rais
ing the waist line.
“How much will the alterations be?”
asked Helen.
“Five francs, madame,” the clerk in
formed her.
Five francs—only one dollar! Helen
looked her surprise at the cheapness of
this. Surely there must be some mis
take, for the dress was much too large
and would practically have t» be re
made.
“We charge only five francs for any
alterations,” explained the girl. “A
gown properly fitted gives much more
satisfaction to the customer, so, e/en at
a loss, we'd rather alter It here.”
She had taken Helen’s address* and
now she gave her a slip with the time
of her first fitting. Tuesday at 12, for.
to Helen’s amazement, there were to be
iwo fittings on this 5-franc alteration.
Surely the Bon Marche spent time and
money to make their gowns satisfac
tory.
“What deposit shall I leave,” taking
out her purse.
“Oh, that Isn’t necessary, madame.
You pay when the gown Is finished or
when it Is delivered—os you wish.”
“You mean you alter gowns-rip them
to pieces without a oent deposit?” Hel
en asked In astonishment.
The girl smiled. “Many American la
dies are surprised at that. But we rare
ly ask for a deposit—and never from
Americans. We find them very good
customers.”
“Well, that’s more than our own shops
would do for us,’’ laughed Helen. “No
American stores would alter a gown
without a deposit, unless you had an
account there.’*
It was half past 12 when Helen left
the fitting room, and already the clerks
were straightening up their counters
for the 1 o’clock Saturday closing.
Since Warren could not do any busi
ness this afternoon, he had promised to
meet her at the hotel about 1:30, take
her to luncheon, and then out to some
nearby resort. And now* in happy an
ticipation of having the rest of the day
with him, Helen climbed into the hot,
dusty bus. *
When she reached the hotel he was
already there, going over some accounts
by the awnlng-shaderr window.
“Dear, I bought a dress at the Bon
Marche!’’ excitedly, as she stooped over
to kiss, and then launched into an en
thusiastic description of the gown.
But Warren only grunted as he added
up some figures from the stubs of his
checkbook.
“Eh? What’s that? Been to the Bon
Marche?” when he finally pushed back
his papers. “How about it? Get any
thing?” ,
Helen Excited.
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“And I’ve just finished telling you
about the dress I bought!’ indignantly.
'Tm not going over all that again—
you’ll have to wait till you see It."
“Um-m, guess I can stand the sus
pense. What else did you get?”
“That's gll. They had a wonderful
evening wrap there for 250 francs—but
I thought that was more than I ought
to pay.”
"Wei, if It’s what you want—get it.
Met Watson to-day and he wants to
take us to the Folles Bergere and some
supper place next week. You'll have to
have some clothes while we’re over here
—so you might as well pitch in and get
’em.”
“But. dear. I feel I oughtn’t to spend
so much on clothes with all the expense
of the trip and the expenses here."
“That’s all right. I’ll make this trip
pay good money. Things are coming
along in fine shape. Go ahead and get
yourself what you need.”
With a little cry of delight Helen
stooped over and pressed her cheek
against his.
“Look out there—you’ll knock those
papers off! See here. If we’re going to
* St. Cloud—you’d better hustle. Haven’t
had any luncheon yet.’
Helen flew to get ready, her heart
, beating fast with excitement. This was
one of the rare moments when the
world seemed a very beautiful place and
j she a very fortunate woman.
To have the whole afternoon and ev-
j ening. and all day to-morrow, for out-
I ings with Warren* And Monday morn-
: ing to be able to go back to the Bon
Marche and get the 250 franc wrap.
| Helen thought of the wistful little
I girl that used to stand by the bed In
the spare room, gazing at Aunt Ellen’s
“Paris cloak” with awe and wonder and
undefined longing.
If only she could have known then,
that some day she would be in Paris—
and that she would buy a wrap at the
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Scene—A village postofflce.
Oalle-r—Anything for me?
Postmaster—I don’t see nothin’.
Caller—I was expectin’ a letter or
post card from Aunt Meggs, tellin’
what day she was cornin’.
Postmaster (calling to his wife)—
Did you see a post card from Mrs.
Metcalfs aunt?
Wife—Yes, she s coming on Thurs
day.
Pauune Frederick’s Best Picture.
By ANNA KATHARINE GREEN.
(Copyright, 1913, by Anna Katharine
Green.)
TO-DAY’S INSTALLMENT.
“Then she was not here when that
scream was heard?” interrupted Dr.
Cameron.
“No, sir; and Peter gays he was on
the stairs, sir, at the time—that the
•cream came from our young lady’s
room. But I think he was mistaken,
for there was no one there to scream—’* ;
“Wasn’t there a halr-dresser or some
such woman?” queried the other.
The servant shook his head.
“But I saw some such woman go In
before we went downstairs,’’ persisted
ths doctor.
"Very likely, but she must have come
out again; for Miss Gretorex—I ask
your pardon, sir—Mrs. Cameron, locked
the door after her, as she wouldn't have
done if she had left anybody In the
room. I was In the hall, sir, and saw
her. as perhaps you did, too, for you
were standing where you are now, sir.
if you remember.”
Dr. Cameron did remember, though
the Incident made no impression on him
at the time; and puzzled more than he
wished to appear, he waved the man
aside and made another attempt to en
ter his room. But he was stopped again
and this time by his wife’s voice. He
turned quickly; she was advancing to
ward him with a light step, her veil off,
her gloves torn from her handa
“Pardon me,” she entreated, “but I
have changed my mind. I do not see
any reason why we should go downstairs
again before all those people. I am not
well, and they know It, and you hear
yourself what a good time they are hav
ing without us. Let us go away at
once. I do so long to be out of the
house—and—and—you will please me so
if you say yes.”
Going to Washington.
She laid her ungloved hand upon his
arm, but she quickly withdrew It. Her
eyes, however, continued raised to his
with a look of which he felt the eager
ness and also the inscrutability. ^He
did not know what to say.
“We are going to Washington, are we
not?” she now half Interrogated, half
asserted.
He replied that this had been his In
tention.
“Then we shall have to start soon, for
It is a long ride to Jersey City.’’
“I had expected’’—he began, but he
did not continue. Why waste words
when she was only asking him to do
what his own better Judgment told him
was best?
“You will go?” she persisted.
“As soon as you can get ready.**
Her look of relief was unmistakable.
She smiled and a tint of color came Into
By LILIAN LAUFERTY.
A BEAUTIFUL jewcU deserves a
rare setting. Pauline Freder
ick’s artistic little home, set
high above the pavement with the
beauty of a perfect vista of green
Central Park, New’ York, swirling in
waves of atmosphere up to greet
your delighted eye, furnishes exactly
the background that this loveliest of
women should have.
And this “loveliest of women”—the
Zuleika of “Joseph and His Brethren”
—turns out to be a trimly smart shirt
waist girl, whose delightful sense of
humor and simple enthusiasm of
manner claim place with picture pret
tiness in the category of her charms.
Instead of sitting back in lacka
daisical loveliness and merely being
In the picture, Miss Fredericks is ever
working and striving for success !n
her art, for supreme health of the
healthy out-of-doors, free-to-every-
one kind, and for the supple slender
ness that she and Dame Fashion agree
in admiring.
Too Severe.
“I like the Idea of being just as
slender as perfect health will permit
—which means, ‘make haste slowly’
in the melting process. A lot of fresh
air, and a little of food seem to pro
duce the fewest number of pounds
and the most health,” said the wom
an who has been called by Harrison
Fisher the prettiest American girl.
Once upon a time, my story goes, I
tried to melt 25 pounds all off at
once. I did it in five weeks and al
most deprived my heart of the ability
to work at the same time. I U9ed .o
swathe my body in sheets of medi
cated rubber, a; T then finish my
costume with a few sweaters, and
then go on little tramps up the Alps
in the neighborhood of Thun—near
Lucerne, you know. I was combining
too many methods at once. The out
door air of the mountain country is a
wonderful tonic, sane exercise is a re
ducing factor, and the medicated rub
ber has a Turkish bath effect in melt
ing off pounds. But one thing at a
time in the thinning process—ot good
red blood and air-pumping lungs will
be reduced to mere onlookers in the
struggle for existence.
“The simple life in summer is a
wonderful tonic—hair down In braids
so it can Join you in breathing in
clean, pure air, and in breathing out
paeans of praise for the glory of out-
of-doors. Getting away from people
and near to Nature will bring you
back to the city ready to put your
best self into your winter’s work.
And if your 'best self means a self
minus ten or twelve pounds, why, ex
ercise sanely, bathe earnestly, and try
this diet: For breakfast, orange
juice, a whole glassful of it, to be
sipped and enjoyed. For luncheon,
two eggs, boiled or poached; some
very dry toast and tea with lemon.
For dinner, boiled fish or roasted
chicken salad, any non-starchy vege
table and plenty of stewed fruit or
acid fresh fruit.”
I grinned a bit at the thought of
gracefully slender, willowy Pauline
Frederick’s appearing on the scenes
as an expert on the gentle art of get
ting thin—but “getting thin" Is not
what counts—keeping your slender
lines in defiance of the ravages of a
limousine or office-chair sedentary
life and the temptations of the French
pastry tray is the secret Pauline
Frederick imparts.
What Counts.
“And now for the complexion,”
went on the scintillating star. “I
have two ‘c's’ that are a trustworthy
pair of friends to my skin. Let me
introduce you. Cream—not ‘cold’
cream, but plain cream, ‘common or
garden’ cream—to ward off the rav
ages of sunburn and tan from the
skin that does not take on a pictur
esque coppery hue, but that bums a
la lobster and sheds itself a la snake.
Cream will dear your skin from dust,
will heal the blemishes that arc try
ing to establish themselves and wdll
write ‘no thorougbtfcTV for the imper
fections that are planning to invite
themselves. Cream and castlle soap
lathered In thoroughly and washed
out again. They make cleanliness
and complexion loveliness.”
Outdoors, a sane diet, cream and
castlle soapu And lovely Pauline
Frederick recommending them. Join
me, little sisters, for I intend hitch
ing my wagon of desire for beauty to
this beautiful star.
THE REVOLVER IN THE WINDOW
FEEL so afraid in this lonely
house. Must w'e stay here
overnight? Wouldn’t It be bet
ter to ride on?’’
For Jim Stacey it would have been
nothing to r > e ten miles further that
night, but little his companion,
was almost exhausted.
“It Is Just because you are tired af-
er the long ride that you feel afraid,
darling. I dare not make you ride
furthe. You need not be afarid. We are
many miles away from Golden Gulch
and have nothing to fear from Red Jake
and his consorts. It was a gerat stroke
of luck that we found this emoty cabin
To-morrow, when we have had a good
rest, it will be easy enough to ride the
twenty miles to my ranch, our future
home.”
“Oh, how I do wish we were there
now, Jim,” Malay sighed. “Perhaps I
am mistaken, but ever since we came
here It seems to me as If Ihave heard
sneakl-ng steps around the ?«ouse.“
“Nothing but imagination, Maisy
dear,” said Jim wltha laugh. "There
can not be a soul near the empty
house.”
He knew It would be dangerous to go
out and try to drive them away, but he
also knew that It would be even more
dangerous not to do It. If they re-
malnded In the house they would be
caught in a trap.
He went back Into the room again.
"You were right, Maisy,” ho said.
“There is somebody sneaking around the
house, wether It is a tramp or a coyote.
I must try to scare him away, not mat
ter what It Is Do you know how to
handle a revolver? I you do you might
be a great help to me. If anything
should hapen."
lie produced both his revolvers and
gave one to Maisy
“I never fired a shot In my life,” said
Maisy
“But you must try to do It now, If it
should be necessary. Put out the lights
as soon as I leave the house and peep
through the window. If you seen any
body running by, fire.”
Without waiting for any answer he
left the house through the rear door
He crept cautiously up to a clump of
srubbery. The moon was behind a cloud
and It was very dark. Then he sat
knowing that my turn wu soon t<
come. I might have killed you without
telling you this, but revenge Is even
sweeter now that I can tell you. As
soon us my bullet has gone through
your brain she shall be mine. Of course
she may object, but precious little good
It will do her.”
Despair and fury were raging In Jim’s
brain. What could he do to save his
Maisy from this scoundrel, who had
persecuted her with his declarations of
love and planned this awful revenge be
cause «he had spurned him?
Did he hear right? Did she really
open the window at which she was
standing when he went out? Yes, she
did indeed. He could see her now lean
ing forward revolver In hand. To warn
her would be to hurry his own death
and her ruin. The next second he knew
how to act.
“There you sit crouching behind the
bushes like a toad, Red Jake,” he said
in a loud voice, “and you have no Idea
that just now Maisy got the drop on
you with her revolver.”
Jake turned around quickly to look
t the window and at the same moment
Jim sent a bullet crashing through his
head.
her cheek.
“You are good,” she declared, warmly
Then as a loud swell of music rose from
below, she glanced nervously at her
dress and drew back. "I have to put on
my traveling suit," she remarked.
"When that Is done we will call mother.
Walt for me in your room." And with
a nod she glided from him, her long
train sweeping behind her, with reckless
haste.
He watched her for a moment, his
brows bent, but his heart In a glow. He
did not understand her, but at this
crisis he did not know that he wished
to. The fascination of her look might
depart when her trouble did, and he was
not yet ready to Bee It go even though
he grieved to have her ill, and felt a
pang of real pain at the sight of her
hollow eyes whose glance he had lately
found so brilliant.
She Re-entered.
Be was therefore looking In her direc
tion when she re-entered her room, and
still looking when in less than a minute
she came out again, and, peering care
fully on all sides, slipped up to a door
nearby, opened It, and, discovering noth
ing to disturb her, passed hurriedly In
She carried her suit, hat and a small
traveling satchel on her arm. It made
him think of his own clothes and of an
other fact that was slightly embarrass
ing. This was, that his trunk was at
his own house and his money also
Neither had he any carriage at his dis
posal, having dismissed his own, as we
remember, at the elevated station down
town. He would therefore have to re
quest Mrs. Gretorex to order up her
horses, which was certainly an awkward
piece of business, and he would have to
carry his bride to his own house before
he could start with her for Washington.
Small Matters.
But these were small matters after
the serious anxieties he had already ex
perienced, and determining to make light
of the whole affair, he sent word to
Mrs. Gretorex that circumstances com
pelled him to take his bride away at an
earlier hour than he had contemplated
and asked If he might be accommo
dated with the use of her carriage, as [
his own was not at his command.
This brought the lady to his room as 1
he had expected, and a short passage at i
arras occurred between them which ,
ended In his wishes being respected and
the carriage ordered But Mrs. Gretorex
was greatly disappointed and did not
hesitate to say so. It was consequently
a relief to Dr. Cameron to have their in
terview Interrupted as It shortly was
by the apearance of his wife, fully
dressed and ready for departure.
“Oh!” she murmured, as she saw them
together, and sat down the satchel she
carried In some confusion. But she
Just then one of the horses neighed
loudly. They’ were standing in a shed
near the house.
Maisy turned pale.
Do you remember Jim, you once told
me that a horse never neighs unless
there is a strange horse near it?”
“It may also mean that it is hungry.
I am going to feed them now."
He kissed her tenderly and went Into
the little hall, but as sonn as he opened
the door to the rear leading to the hack
yeard he saw by the light of the moon
something which told him that Maisy
was right Just outside the door was
the fresh track of a maooasin, a foot
gear worn not only by Indians, but also
by white men who desire to cover their
tracks. He Immediately closed the door
and stood inside, listening.
Presently he heard steps. Somebody
was preparing to attack them and kill
either him or his birde.
down, listening for the invisible enemy
to reveal his whereabouts. Suddenly
he remembered that he had left the door
open so that any one might enter the
house. He Jumped up and ran toward
the door Just as the moon came out
again.
“Hands up,” shouted a well-known
voice.
“So It is you. Red Jake,” he said
calmly’, while ho slowly raised his 1
hands. “I thought It was you. What
do you want here?”
“f am going to kill you and make
Maisy my wife I told you I did not
.ntend to let you have her ”
“She chose me and she hates you, as
you know very well. Besides, we are
married now," Jim said absolutely
calm.
"And still she shall belong to me and !
not to you. I let you get married,
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speedily recovered her self-possession,
and, advancing lightly, observed with
careless ease:
“Sorry to leave you so soon, mother.
It would be pleasant to stay; of course,
but I had an awful shock when that
scream was heard, and Dr. Cameron
thinks as I do, that we had better go
while I have the strength to do so. You
will pardon us, won’t you, especially as
you will see us so soon again?"
Mrs. Gretorex dl<j not answer; she was
examining her daughter's dress.
She Looked Well.
“Well, I never saw you look so well In
olive before," she observed at last, as
the daughter turned almost petulently
aside. “And how that new dressmaker
does fit you! Your figure looks as well
again as It did In Mme. Dubois’ dresses.
Any one would have declared you had
gained five pounds if they did not stop to
see that It was the skill of the modiste
that had rounded you out so gracefully
I will never Interfere In such matters
again, my love.”
The young bride flushed, as If thin ob
trusion of feminine trivialities Into a
departure of this nature was especially
distasteful to her. But she said nothing
and lifted her face to be kissed, in-the
cold and somewhat ceremonious way Dr
Cameron had himself been accustomed
to. “Good-bye, mamma,” she murmured.
“Ray the same to papa for me. I—Oh.
where is Peter? I have a trunk to go
down.**
“Peter Is coming now. Good-bye. Dr
Cameron. Bring my daughter back as
happy as she was four hours ago and I
shall have nothing more to ask of you."
And Mrs. Gretorex stepped aside as If
to make room for them to pass out.
But though Dr. Cameron, animated by
her gesture, led the w r ay to the door,
his bride showed no disposition to fol
low him.
“I will wait till Peter has taken my
trunk.” she declared.
And though he endeavored to urge
her to descend while the hall was com
paratively empty, she refused to do so.
and not only lingered till Peter appeared
but persisted In going with him herself
into her room, where she showed him
her trunk, straped and ready by the
door, and watched him till he had car
ried It safely out.
"I don’t see where the maids are,”
murmured Mrs. Gretorex.
But her daughter, not minding the Im
plied criticism, advanced with forced
gayety, and. taking Dr. Cameron’s arm
announced that she was now ready to
depart.
“I will Just close and lock your door,"
said Mrs. Gretorex.
But her daughter, saying there
would be plenty of time for doing this
after her departure, led her mother
toward the stairs, and smilingly wait
ed till she had seen her long damask
train disappear across the first land
ing. Then she looked up at Dr. Cam
eron and they ran rapidly down
Saying Good-Bye.
“We will slip out at quietly as we
con,” she whispered But the com
pany had already got wind of their
departure and there were many good
byes to be answered, and much merri
ment. to which Genevieve lent herself
with a good grace, though her husband
could see that her eye scarcely left
her mother's tall figure, and that the
grasp of her hand on his arm tightened
if ever that mother made the least
movement as If about to withdraw.
Finally, the last handshake was giv
en, the last Jest uttered and they found
themselves at the carriage door. “Now,"
he cried, “we shall soon be on our
way.” And he held the door open for
her to enter.
But she was not yet ready. “I have
something to say to Peter first,’’ she
declared And slipping up to the old
servant, who was Just about to reen
ter the house, she thanked him and
gave him what seemed a Anal gift.
The man bowed and went hurriedly
in. She cast one look behind her,
sighed, or so her husband thought,
then turned quickly and stepped into
the carriage. The doctor followed, the
carriage rolled away. As It did so.
the young husband felt the pressure
of his wife's head on his shoulder, and
looking down into her face perceived
that she had fainted.
Was Getting Old.
Mr. Gryce had observed that he was
getting old. He never felt older than
he did that night, when after the dis
covery of the mistake he had made,
he turned humiliated from the pres
ence of Mrs. Gretorex and the man
whom he had caused to suffer such a
succession of serious and wholly un
necessary emotions.
Ho was unused to making mistakes
He had always been so wary, so exact,
so sure of his premises, that he could
look back upon few cases where hts
conclusions had been really at fault,
and on none before where the outcome
of his efforts left him In what some
of his young and possibly envious rivals
might call a ridiculous position.
“It is a new sensation,” he muttered,
as he passed down the elegant stair
case on his way out “Well, a new sen
sation is something. I have heard some
men say they would give a good deal
to experience one. But as for me. give
me the old ones; they are certainly
more satisfactory." And with a bitter
smile he prepared to thread his way
through the brilliant throng that cir
culated between the staircase and the
side door by which he had entered and
by which he was expected to go out.
To Be Continued To-morrow.
There Was a Reason.
"Are you going anywhere this sum
mer?"
“No. I have decided to stay at
home with my husband."
"What’s the trouble? Has he been
having financial reverses or do you
think you have reason to be suspi
cious of him?”
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