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1 • • ' ^ ”” T^WT'T'' ~y*mm ...;, . IV ■:< ■ m 4 ’d, rv BEHIND CLOSED DOORS One of the Greatest Mystery Stories Ever Written By ANNA KATHARINE GREEN. (Copyright, 1913, by Anna Katharln* Green ) TO DAY’S INSTALLMENT. And Mrs. Gretorex, whom this happy event seemed to have made ten years younger, drew back and looked at her daughter with sudden and somewhat vivid curiosity. £ "Why do you keep on your veil?" she asked. "Come into the parlor and let me have a look at you, and see what Dr. Cameron means when he says you have lost your beautiful brown locks." They were standing In the hall, down whose broad and inviting sweep Gene vieve was secretly casting shy and fear ful glances. "For hair to turn at your age and so suddenly is incredible. You must have had a very unhappy honey moon." And with a laugh startlingly gay and unrestrained for this model of lady-like composure and elegance, Mrs. Gretorex led the way into the parlor, where she speedily busied herself with untying her daughter's veil. "Prepare to be surprised," cried Dr. Cameron, as it came away in the moth er’s hand and revealed Genevieve’s countenance. An exclamation from Mrs. Gretorex answered him. "Why, she is beautiful! A piece of coquetry, my child! you knew it only needed this to make you Irresistible. Another kiss, Genevieve,” continued the gratified mother, turning her cheek for the second time, "I must call your father; I must, indeed." And she has tened away toward the library, while Genevieve fell back into a chair, with an air of proud relief that her husband thought eminently becoming The evening thus agreeably inaugu rated, was not without its hints of un pleasantness. however. In the first place, Mrs. Gretorex. though delighted with Genevieve’s impr>Lvr*d appearance, was not altogether satisfied w’ith her man ner. Genevieve did not talk enough, and when she did enter into the con versation, it was upon other topics than those chosen by the mother. Then she did not show that interest In domestic affairs which the occasion seemed to re quire, never asking once about certain changes in servants which Mrs. Gre torex considered of infinite Importance Nor did she show herself concerned when the mother announced that Clara Foote was on her way home, deprecat ing, indeed, every allusion to this per son who had formerly been, and still held the title of being, her most inti mate friend Mrs. Gretorex, not under- atandfng this, and becoming gradually irritated by an apathy so unnatural, finally asked her daughter what it meant Whereupon Genevieve replied with some spirit, that she had heard something said about Clara of late which had turned her completely against her, and that she no longer regarded her as her friend or over khould again This was unpieasant in the extreme, particularly as she would not explain herself or hear the subject argued. She and Clara were alienated and that was enough. She was not even sure she should accept the present that young lady had sent her. But the climax was reached when Mrs. Gretorex in the most natural tone in the world asked Gene vieve/ to go upstairs with her to the room she had occupied as a girl "I want you to tell me what to do 'With certain articles," she explained. ’Everything is Just as you left It," she aid. "I would not have anything ouched." a Strange Objection. "You are very good," replied Gene vieve, coldly, "hut you must excuse me from going into such matters to-night." •But " began the mother. "I am too tired and I don’t feel like It. Some other day. when I have not just come from a long railway Jour ney." The result of this was that she asked her husband the first thing in the morning if their own home could not be *ot ready for them that day. and upon 1 Ms deciding that it could at least be . nade habitable, she announced It as her I Intention to remove immediately. And | *-ie did so, carrying out her determlna- l'on not ungraciously but firmly, ac opting Inconveniences and parrying ob jections, till Dr. Cameron fell very much flattered at her evident preference for his sole and undivided society. And so It was that Genevieve Cameron the wife cut the strings that bound her to Cienevieve Gretorex the girl. It was the second morning of their new life in their new home that Dr. Cameron surprised his wife searching the columns of the morning paper with great eagerness. Her fact wore an anxious look, and her hands trembled * nervously. "What Is It?" he asked. "You seem to be looking for something especial, Genevieve." She at once dropped the paper "Oh, no,” was her nonchalant reply. •*1 was only whiling awa> a spare mo ment or so. Is it time for you to go out?" - It was. but he lingered a moment. A "I wish I understood you," said he. "Understood me?’’ "There are moments when you seem miles away from me ” "Oh, no! Oh. no!" "Not this moment," he whispered, for she had throw’n her arms about his neck and hidden her face on his breast. "At no moment,” she breathed. "You are too strong a man to cherish fan- rles." He thought so, too, and laughed He was so freshly alive to love that It mf.de him hypersensitive. “You would make any man think black is white," he cried. "I am afraid I should have difficulty in persuading even this man that white Is black," she laughed, touching her hair with her jewled finger. "I don’t know," he murmured, "you have not tried." And so their parting was pleasant. Next morning she was first at the paper again, and this time she ex plained herself. "I do not see any notice of Dr. Moles- worth’s arrest. Should it not be in the papers?" •’CertainJy, and I have been wondering about it myself. They can give me no news of him at the hospital, and the case he spoke of has become mine; but there is no talk anywhere of his being In custody or even under the surveil lance of the police. I think I will hunt him up at his home. "It would he kind of you," quoth Gen evieve. Molesworth Again. And thus It was that Dr. Cameron rang Mrs. Olney’s bell one morning, and, being ushered in, asked for Dr Moles worth. He was told he was not well, but saw a few patients, and perhaps would see him; whereupon Dr. Cameron sent In his name and waited with con siderable curiosity for the response It came speedily, and was to the ef fect that the doctor would be pleased If he would step to his office. Dr. Cam eron at once complied, and upon en tering that bare and unattractive spot saw first the figure of his colleague stretched upon a long haircloth sofa, and next that of a small and Insignificant looking man, who, with his face bent over a cheap novel, which he held in his hand, seemed to take up a certain amount of space rather than add his personality to the scene. "I am glad,” began Dr. Molesworth, springing to his feet as the door closed behind the servant, "for an opportunity to ask you how our patient is getting on." "Well," returned the other, "consid ering that the nurse shakes her head over every drop of medicine she gives her." "You will have the nurse removed; the case must not suffer from any such non sense as that.” Dr. Cameron nodded and looked curi ously at his companion. "You are ill. they say.” A grim smile disturbed the corners of the other’s lips for a moment. ‘T have a nurse, you see." Dr. Cameron cast a glance at the si lent figure of the man in the corner. "I understand,” his Intelligent look srained to say. Then, with quiet so- rHtude. "And how soon do you think will be better?" Dr. Molesworth shook his head. "As I have not yet made a satisfactory diag nosis of my case, I will not venture to prophesy.” "Do you want a prescription?" "No.” "Do you want anything?" "Not from you." It was gently said. Dr. Cameron looked at the speaker with renewed in terest. "I was uneasy about you," wss his earnest remark; "so was my wife. 1 am glad to find you comparatively com fortable." •‘Mrs. Cameron is very good." Dr Molesworth’s bow was profound, his tone very serious. Dr. Cameron moved toward the door. "I Judge," exclaimed the other, with an aspect of much respect, "that the evening which brought me such misfor tune brought you the happiness of your life?" The light In his visitor's eyes was un mistakable. "You have said it," he assented. Dr. Molesworth’s lips parted in a smile that touched the other strangely. "I congratulate you," said he, and softly closed the door between them. Trivialities. D t. CAMERON met his wife at a restaurant that afternoon and they went home together. He had told her of his interview with Moles worth and she had utterea a polite word or two of thanks, but her Interest was evidently less than In the morning and he did not strive to Increase It. Her gayety was too agreeable for him to mar it. He basked in her smiles and lent himself unreservedly to the pleasure of the moment. At the door of their own house they looked at each other and smiled. "It Is pleasant to get home,” he cried. "It Is heaven," she faintly murmured. The house was not large, but It was exquisitely furnished As they entered, an atmosphere of ease and luxury en veloped them, making it hard for them to part at the foot of the stairs. A gentleman called- that very even ing. 1 think, and affixed to his name on the card were the words, "pressing business." They both saw him, he having sent for both, and after a word or two ot Introduction, he told hia errand in this wise: "I have come," said he. "to ask Mrs. Cameron a very simple question.” And turning to that lady, he inquired the name of her dressmaker. Had the celling above her suddenly bent and caved in, Genevieve could not have looked more astonished and possi bly not more terrified. "Your pardon." this gentleman con tinued. "I am abrupt, and, you probably think, rude. Let rne explain myself; Dr Cameron, you. if not your wife, doubtless remember the affair of a young girl who died in a doctor’s gig not long ago from a dose of prussic acid?" It was now Dr. Cameron who looked amazed. "Mildred Farley?" he inquired, wondering whs - this name was ever springing up at his hearthstone. "The same," rejoined the other. "Yes,"assented the doctorwith a glance at his wife, which she did not meet, so absorbed was she in the flames of the dancing firelight before her; "I remem- r the occurrence well; it was not only sad but mysterious. Can the question you have put my wife have any bear ing upon this tragic affair?" "Some,” responded the other, looking, however, with a most paternal smile upon the still and stately woman who, evidently waiting for him to make hia business more intelligible, listened, but said nothing to his enigmatical remark. To Be Continued Monday. She Was a Star. "Ah, you don’t appreciate a domes ticated wife. You ought to have mar ried once like Mrs. Stoppowt!’’ "Ah. yes. now! There’s a woman for you—can win enough in a night at bridge to keep the house going a fortnight !’V The Dances of To-day By EVELYN NESBIT THAW. At the left, in the upper picture, is shown the begin ning of the danee, as Mrs. Thaw and Mr. Clifford dance it. The partners face forward and are sufficiently apart to retain the grace and individuality that each should display. The picture above, at the left, showing another posi tion in the dance, Mrs. Thaw considers one of the best defenses possible of the modern school of the art, and she adds that there are many steps equally graceful, pret ty and modest. At the right Mrs. Thaw appears in a little exercise preliminary to the dance itself, which she considers wis dom to practice, since it makes for suppleness and grace. •' "% ... ft M (?, By EVELYN NESBIT THAW. (Copyright, 1913. by International News Service.) I S the modern style of dancing really dancing or vulgarity and acrobatics set to music? You hear the question on every side, with implied criticism of turkey trot ting and tangoing in every syllable of the questions. Modern dancing is really dancing— and I propose to speak In its defense, but I shall divide dancing into two classes, and each claas must be kept In its own place- There is stage danc ing. which permits of far greater free dom than ballroom dancing should dream of taking. Stage dancing may combine atheltics and acrobatics, and even a bit a contortion, all duly mingled with the poetry of motion. Ballroom dancing should be far more conserva tive—should be. and sometimes is not. Vogue of Waltzing. Now, years ago, when the waltz first came into vogue, it had many enemies who considered it vulgar. Indecent and well-nigh Impossible to allow In re spectable places—the poor, dear, con servative little waltz that is allowed by all the people who would scarcely dare to look at a turkey trot to-day. But the turkey trot is in its infancy —and here be it said that it is a very ! hale and hearty infant, and when prop- | erly brought up and educated will grow I into a very charming youth. I I have given time and interest to the study of the modern dance, and through these columns I hope to bring about a better knowledge and under standing of the beautiful steps and postures, the enjoyable motion and gliding that is so much misunderstood and that is maligned, as are all mis understood things. The turkey trot and the tango and the better variations of both are beau tiful dances in their time and place. But the time Is not 5 In the afternoon, and the place Is not the "Dansant" or "Tango Tea." The tango tea is a menace to young girls. Parents who take the proper Interest In their children can keep them at home and out of dance halls (spelled w r ith the second vowel if you prefer) at night. But of course young girls have to be allowed a certain amount of freedom In the day, and many a 16- year-old child drifts out of the pure air into the drink-and-danger atmos phere of the tango tea at 5 in the aft ernoon. Apart from stage dancing, which is meant "for to admire and for to see," there is modern dancing for every one. The place Is the homo or the private ballroom, and the time Is an evening of pleasant relaxation and healthy ex ercise. The first thing to consider in ball room dancing, as I am going to call it, is position. The turkey trot and tango should be danced with the partners a foot apart. These dances must allow for freedom of motion and individual ex pression, and to be graceful as w’eil as modest they demand room for each partner to move about* easily. First, then, stand a foot apart, with the man’s open right palm firmly held r- . .i - \ >. Wv A Q Six Men Forward .:. “M AY the Lord protect you while you are away, Brother Bernhard, and may you soon return safe and sound." said the Prior cordially to a young man in lay clothes who stood before him. That his dress was a disguise was quite evident, for everything about the young monk betrayed his profession. In May, 1871, the commune held Its wild orgies in Paris. The streets were barred by barricades and the churches and public buildings In constant dan ger of destruction. The Tuilerles were a smoking heap of ruins. The mob were masters and priests and monks were no safer than outlaws, so it was small wonder that Brother Bernhard was afraid, as he was about to carry an important message to a house at the other end of Paris. As he was leaving the monastery the thought struck him that his rosary might betray him, and that it would perhaps be better to leave it in his cells. On second thought, however, he kissed the rosary and put it back in the pocket of his coat. To avoid suspicion he sauntered along as if In no particular hurry, but he had a vivid realization that his acting was very poor, and when he met a crowd of half-intoxicated hoodlums his courage deserted him, and he took refuge in the nearest doorway. It was a long while before he ven tured out again. As he turned a cor ner there, confronting him, was a bar ricade. He turned quickly and was about to run w’hen one of the »«ien on the barricade signaled him to pass. He walked past the one end of the barri cade where a narrow opening had been left, and suddenly found himself sur rounded by a score of workingmen in blouses. Forced to Fight. "Vive la liberte! Vive la commune!" they shouted, and compelled him to re peat the cries. He begged them to let him go, but they only laughed and cursed. In a few minutes they had torn his clothes from his body and put him Into a v ouse. He was given a gun and placed in the most exposed place on the barricade. All afternoon and evening he stood there thinking only of how to get away and trembling with fear that his gun might go off. At midnight he re ceived a ration of bread and brandy, but he was not relieved as he had hoped. Evidently thp men w r ere expecting to he attacked by the regular troops, and In his heart Brother Bernhard prayed that these heroes who had just fought and bled for their country might be vic torious and liberate the beautiful city from the howling mob. His prayer was heard On this glo rious day In May Paris was liberated. The troops captured one barricade after the other, some without meeting any resistance, some after long and bloody fighting. Law and order had conquered and the reign of terror of the com mune was over. • * * In the great hall In the Conciergerle a few hundred men from the barricades were huddled together. They were not to be taken before a court-martial, as the fact that they had been captured arms In hand was sufficient death war rant. Among these men was Brother Bern- hard. The soldiers for whose victory he had prayed were now to be his ex ecutioners. No Time. Everything had hapened so quickly that he had had no time to throw away the hated gun and flee from the bar racks back to his beloved monastery, where the brethren were anxiously awaiting his return. The men were glum and silent and occasionally waa heard the monoto nous command of an officer: "Six men forward." Nobody refused to obey thid order, thought It meant death The only innocent man among them! was struggling to control his fear. He was trembling with terror and his fore head was wet with cold perspiration. He could not bear the thought of dying the death, not of a martyr, but of a common criminal. His conscience did not trouble him, he had committed no sin, but a voice within told him that he had acted the part of a coward. If he had been a worthy servant of the Lord he would have refused to put on the blouse or touch the gun. The sound of each new volley in the courtyard increased his anguish. How many were there still ahead of him? When would his turn come? How mrfny minutes had he left in which to live? It was an easy death, of oourse, far better than to die from a long sick ness. but he was afraid to die young as he was. At last he found himself in the front rank. Another volley! Then a short silence and the officer's deep voice: "Six men forward." Brother Bernhard’s pale lips moved and he cried: "I am Innocent!" His Appeal. His companions stared at him in sur prise. The officer looked up. "I am innocent," Brother Bernhard repeated. "I was caught when on my way with a message from the Prior of St. Martin’s monastery and forced to carry the gun after they had taken my coat away and put me into a blouse. I have not fired a single shot." "Have you any papers or passport?" the officer asked. "No, but If you will send to St. Mar tin’s or to our other house in Rue Traversiere " "We have no time for that," said the officer. "Six men forward!” Every hope was gone. Brother Bern- hard felt that he was about to faint and pressed his hand against his heart. But what was that? Hia rosary! In stinctively he had concealed it at his bosom when they tore away his clothes He pulled it out and held It up high. The officer smiled. He felt sure that not another man in the hall had a similar passport. "Step aside!" he commanded. "Six men forward!" Advice A schoolmaster in the country de livered an address to the scholars, of which the following passage is an example: “You boys ought to be kind to your little sisters. I once knew a bad boy who struck his little sister a blow over the eye. Although she didn't fade and die in the early summertime, when the June roses were blooming, with the sweet words of forgiveness on her pallid lips, she rose and hit him over the head with a rolling-pin. so that he couldn’t go to school for more than a month, on account of not being able to put his hat on.” THE filkrlborougl ^tenbemF ATLANTIC CITY, N. J. Capacity llOO 400 Private Baths Exquisite refined music every night throughout the year. Two blocks of Ocean front, Rolling Chairs, Horse-back riding, Oolf, Theatres and countless amusements. Finest bathing beach on Atlantic Coast. Ownership Management JOSIAH WHITE A SONS COMPANY These pictures were especially posed for this page. turkey trot i Farmer Crab's brook is noted for the number and size of its eels. Fishing ! therein is "strictly prohibited," which i in Itself Is attraction enough for the small boy. The other evening an urchin was leav ing the neighborhood rather hurriedly, j when a youthful friend inquired: "Caught anything, Bob?” "Y'ee," replied Bob. "Eel?" “No; toe.” His friend understood and wisely de cided to turn back with Bob. • * • Political Candidate—Well, did you discover anything in Stump's past life that we can use against him?” Detective—Not a thing. All he ever did before he came here was to sell awning*. Political Boss—Why, that’s just what we want. We’ll say that he ha* been" mixed up in some decidedly shady transactions. • • • She was giving orders at express rate, for they were married; and he, as a rule the most meek and submis sive of men, was, like the proverbial worm, beginning to turn. "Do you think," he inquired, "that you rule the whole of the universe?" "No," she snapped; "but I rule the first letter of it." • * • Junior—I hear Briggs got into a lot of trouble with that girl he was going with. Soph—Yes? How’s that? Junior—He married her. • * • Barber—How would you like to have your hair cut. sir? Customer—With scissors, sir! Did ye s’pose 1 wanted it done with a scythe? at the center of the girl’s waist in back. The girl’s left hand Is Just below ^the man’s right shoulder, with her arm par allel to his; and the girl’s right arm is loosely held over the man’s left forearm, which Is held tense from the bent el bow. This position allows for free motion and careful guidance that will make for unity of motion without any jerks or jolts. And is not the position modest, even more modest than the now gener ally accepted and allowed waltz posi tion? Glide Always. The next great rule for the turkey trotter is: Keep your feet on the floor. Glide, glide all the time; don’t bounce or bob, wriggle or sway in the objec tionable fashion of people who do not understand the modem school of danc ing, but dance at it. Keep your feet on the floor and do not shrug your shoulders; just glide along in a near- walking step—your feet on the floor and your body in a continuous line, with shoulders held even. Follow the rule as to position, glid ing feet and unshrugged shoulders, and at once the objectionable features of the new dance that has swept the country and has given every one the stimulus of enjoyable exercise will be eliminated. But the modern dance is far more than elimination—it is careful selection, and from day to day I am going to show you carefully selected and posed figures and to tell you Just how to practice them, so that you m®v H®r*re with the and procession and be tango expert. To-day I am showing you a little stretching exercise that it will be wise for you to practice, of suppleness and grace, before you start doing the steps which Mr. Clifford and I will picture for you. The Tango Step. Next consider the tango step, danced for stage purposes only. 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