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And Mrs. Gretorex, whom thl* 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 ▼ell?" she asked. "Come Into the parlor and let me have a look at you, and see what Dr. Cameron means when he nays you have lost your beautiful brown locks.” They were standing In the hall, down whose broad and Inviting sweep Gene- ^>ve was secretly casting shy and fear ful glances "For hair to turn at your age and ao 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-llke 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 Pr. 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 Improved appearance, was not altogether satisfied with 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 sha show herself concerned when tha m<rther 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 standing this, and becoming gradually Irritated by an apathy * 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 ahe no longer regarded her as her friend or over should again This was unpleasant In the extreme, particularly as she would not cxpluln herself or hear the rubjeot 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. Oretorex 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 . ou to tell me w’hat to do with certain articles,” she explained. “Everything is Just as you left It.” she said "I would not have anything touched." A Strange Objection. "You are very good," replied Gene vieve, coldly, "but 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 got ready* for them that day, and upon his deciding that it could at least he made habitable, she announced It as her intention to remove Immediately. And she did so, carrying out her determina tion not ungraciously but firmly, ac ceptlng Inconveniences and parrying ob jections, till Dr. Cameron felt 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 Genevieve 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 w-ore 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. "I was only whiling away a spare mo ment or so. Is It time for you to go out?” It was. hut he lingered a moment "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 thrown 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 cies." He thought so. too, and laughed He was so freshly alive to love that It made 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 Jew led finger "I don’t know," he murmured, "you have not tried." And so their parting was pleasant. morning she was first at the »gain. and this time she ex- herself not see any notice of Dr Moies- arrest Should It not be In the papers'*” ••Certainly, 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; hut there Is no talk anywhere of hls being In custody or even under the surveil lance of the police. I think I will hunt him up at hls home. "It would be kind of you," quoth Gen evieve. Molesworth Again. And thus It was that Dr. Cameron rang Mrs. Olney’s hell 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 hls 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 hls office. Dr. Cam eron at once complied, and upon en tering that bare and unattractive spot saw first the figure of hls oolleague stretched upon a long haircloth sofa, and next that of a small and Insignificant looking man, who, with hls face bent over a cheap novel, which he held In IiIh hand, seemed to take up a certain amount of space rather than add hi.s personality to the scene. "I am glad,” began Dr. Molesworth, springing to hls 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 f un any such non sense as that." Dr. Cameron nodded and looked curi ously at hls companion. "You are 111, they say.” A grim smile disturbed the corners of the other’s lips for a moment. "I have a nurse, you see." Dr. Cameron cast a glance at the si lent figure of the man In the corner. "I understand,” hls Intelligent look seemed to say. Then, with quiet so licitude. "And how soon do you think you will be better?” Dr. Molesworth shook hls 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," was hls earnest remark; "so was my wife. 1 am glad to find you comparatively com fort able." "Mrs. Cameron is very good." Dr. Molesworth's bow was profound, hi* tone very serious. Dr. Cameron moved toward the door. "I Judg*\” 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 hls vis^or’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 hls wife at a restaurant that afternoon and they went home together. He had told her of hls Interview with Moles worth and she had uttereo 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 staTrs. A gentleman called—that very even ing. I 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 ol Introduction, he told his 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. Marl 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. ”1 am abrupt, and, you probably think, rude Let me 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 age from a dose of prussic acid?" It was now Dr. Cameron who looked amazed. "Mildred Farley?” he inquired, wondering why this name was ever springing up at hls hearthstone. "The same.” rejoined the other. "Yes,"assented the doctorwith a glance at hls 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 stHl and stately woman who. evidently waiting for him to make his business more intelligible, listened, but said nothing to hls enigmatical remark. To Be Continued Monday. 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, wdth Implied criticism of turkey trot ting and tangoing in every syllable of the questions. Modern dancing Is really dancing— and 1 propose to speak In its defense, but I shall divide dancing Into two classes, and each class 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 atheltlcs 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 he It said that it Is a very hale and hearty Infant, and when prop erly brought up and educated will grow into a very charming youth. 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 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 with the second vowel if you prefer) at night. But of course young girls have to he allowed a certain amount of freedom In the day, and many a 16- 1 year-old child drifts out of the pure air Into the drlnk-and-danger atmos phere of the tango tea at 6 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 home 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 Jo be graceful as well 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 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'*; a woman for you—<{an win enough in a night at bridge 'to keep u*e ueute going a fortnightr* Farmer Crab’s brook Is noted for the number and size of Its eels. Fishing therein is “strictly prohibited,” which in Itself is attraction enough for the small bdy The other evening an urchin was leav ing the neighborhood rather hurriedly, when a youthful friend Inquired: "Caught anything. Bob?" "Yes.'' 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 wo can use against him?” Detective—Not a thing. All he ever did before he came here was to pell awnings. Political Boss—Why, that’s just whai we want. We'll saj- 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'poi# I wanted it done with a scythe! WELAND THE SCENIC WAY WITH DINING CARS At the left, in the upper picture, is shown the begin ning of the dance, 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. These pictures were especially posed for this page. 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 w r ill make for unity of motion without any Jerks or jolts. And la 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, wTlggle or sway In the objec tionable fashion of people who do not understand the modern 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 mov with the procession and be a turkey trot and 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. The step Itself is pretty and simple, partners facing forward, man’s right and girl’s left foot slightly raised, but the close "embrac ing’* position must change for ballroom usage. The third picture Is the best defense I know for the modern school of danc ing. Is It not graceful, modest and pretty? I hope soon to teach all of you many steps that belong In Just the same category with this step—and I hope that all my long-distance pupils will be able to do steps and whole dances that take their place In the same class with this graceful little near-mlnuet dip-step. Every Woman Is Interested and should know about the wonderful Marvel 5 ."" Douche A sk y ou r d ruggl * t for it. If he cannot sup ply the MARVEL, accept no other, but send stamp for book. Marvel Co.. 44 E. 23d St .M.T. 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 hls dress was a disguise was quite evident, for everything about the young monk betrayed hls 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 Tuileries 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 hls 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 hls coat. To avoid suspicion he sauntered along as If In no particular hurry, but he had a vivid realization that hls 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- riraA. He turned quickly and was about to run when one of the men on the barricade signaled Mm ♦*> 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 llberte! 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 tom his clothes from his body and put him Into a blouse. 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 hls gun might go off. At midnight he re ceived a ration of bread snd brandy, but he was not relieved as he had hoped. Evidently the men were expecting to be attacked by the regular troope, 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. Hls 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 oom- mune was over. • • • In the great hall In the Conclergerle 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 Bem- hard. The soldiers for whose victory he had prayed were now to be hls 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 hls beloved monastery, where the brethren were anxiously awaiting his return. The men were glum and sllsnt and occasionally was heard the monoto nous command of an officer: "Six men forward." Nobody refused to obey this order, thought it meant death The only innocent man among them was struggling to control hls 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, hut ol & common criminal. Hls 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 hls anguish. How many were there still ahead of him? When would hls turn come? How many minutes had he left in which to live? It was an easy death, of course, 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 tn the front \ rank. Another volley I Then a short silence and the officer's deep volee: , "Six men forward." Brother Bernhard’s pale lips moved and he cried: "I am lnnooentr" His Appeal. Hls companions ftared at him tn sur prise. The offloer looked up. , i "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 Traverslere " "We have no time for that," said the officer. "Six men forward l*' Every hope was gone. Brother Bern- hard felt that he was about to faint* and pressed hls hand against his heart. But what was that? Hls 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 offT&er smiled. He felt sure that not another man In the hall had a similar passport. "Step aside!” he commanded. "Six men forward I" 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 (IDarlboroujl I ^IcnhcmP ATLANTIC CITY, N. J. 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