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One of the Greatest Mystery Stories Ever Written
By ANNA KATHARINE GREEN.
(Copyright, 1*13. by Anna Katharine
Green.)
' TO-DAY’S INSTALLMENT.
And Mrs. Gretorex, whom this happy
event seemed to have made ten years
ypunger, drew hack add looked at her
daughter with sudden and somewhat
vivid curiosity.
"Why do you keep on your veil?” she
aaked. "Come Into the parlor and let
me have a look at you, and see what
Dr. Cameron moans when he nays 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,
w'here 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; 1 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.
Mp The evening thus agreeably Inaugu
rated, was not without its hints of un
pleasantness, however. Jn 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
u.ose chosen by the mother. Then she
<Md 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 stil
held the title of being, her most Inti
mate friend. Mrs. Gretorex. not under
standing 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 bad turned her completely against
her, and that she no longer regarded
her as her friend or over should again
This was unpleasant in the extreme,
particularly aH 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
”1 want you to tell me what to do
with certain articles,” she explained.
"Everything is just as you left it.” she
said. "I would
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 flay, 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 hut firmly, ac
ceptlng Inconveniences and parrying ob
jections, till Dr. Cameron felt very much
flaitercd at her evident preference for
his sole and undivided society. And so
It was that Genevieve Cameron the
wdfe 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 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.
"I was only whiling away a spare mo
ment or so. Is it time for you to go
out?”
It was. but he lingered a moment.
"I wish I understood yqu,” said he.
‘‘Understood me?”
"There arc 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 jewled finger.
"I don’t know’,” he murmured, "you
have not trietf.” ^
\nd ao their parting was pleasant.
Jext morning she was first at the
again, and this time she ex-
herself.
not see any notice of Dr Moles-
s arrest. Should it not be in
papers^”
"Certainly and I have been wondering
not have anything
about it myself. They can give me no
news of him at the hospital, and the
case he spoke of has become mine, bul
there is no talk anywhere of his being
In custody or even under the surveil
lance hf the .police. 1 think I will hunt
him up at his home.
“It would be 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
”1 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 give*
her.”
“You will have the nurse removed; the
case must not suffer from any such non
sense as that.”
Dr. (’ameron nodded and looked curi
ously at his companion.
"You are 111, they say."
A grim smile disturbed the corner*
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 corrfcr
”1 understand,” his Intelligent look
seemed to say. Then, with quiet eo-
Idtude. "And how soon do you think
you will be better?”
Dr. Molesworth shook his head. “A*
I huve not yet made a satisfactory diag
nosis of my case, l 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 his
earnest remark; "so was my wife. 1
tin 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.
”1 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 visitors eyes was un
mistakable
“You have said it,” he assented.
Dr. Molesworth’s Ups parted in a
smile that touched the .other strangely.
”1 congratulate you,” said he, and
softly closed the door between them.
Trivialities.
D t CAMERON met hi* wife at a
restaurant that afternoon and
they went home together. He
had told her of hjs 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 l
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 afTixed 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 his errand in this
wMse:
"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
hent 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 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 ago from a dose of prussic
acid?”
It was now Dr. Cameron w’ho looked
amazed. "Mildred Farley?” he Inquired,
wondering why this name was ever
springing up at his hearthstone.
"The same,” rejoined the other.
“Yes,“assented the doctorwith a glance
at hts 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 his
business more intelligible, listened, but
said nothing to his enigmatical remark.
To Be Continued Monday.
The Dances of To-day
At the, left, in tin: upper picture, is shown the begin
ning of the dance, fis .Mrs. Thaw and Mr. Clifford dance
it. The partners faee 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 1 ilsdf, which she considers wis
dom to practice, since it makes for suppleness and grace.
Six Men Forward
By EVELYN NES3IT THAW.
“M-
AY the Lord protect you
vhlle you are away, Brother
Bernhard, and may you soon
return Rafe 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 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 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-lntoxlcated 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 when one of the men 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.
By EVELYN NF.SBIT 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 sid$.
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 1 shall divide dancing into two
classes, and each close 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 athelttcs 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
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 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
with 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 home or the private
ballroom, and the time is an evening
of pleasant relaxation and healthy ex
ercise. x
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 well as
modest they demand roipm for each
partner to move about eqsily.
First, then, stand a foot apart, with
the man’s open right palm firmly held
"Vive la liberte! Vive la commune!”
they shouted, and cpmpelled 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 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 hi?
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 the men were expecting to
be 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 tlie beautiful c^ty
from the howling mob.
His prayer was hea>d. On this glo
rious day in May Pari " was liberated.
The troops captured on* 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 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 w r as 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.
ThV men were glum and silent and
occasionally w’as 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 Ms 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 pat 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
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 In the front
rank. Another volley! Then a short
silence and the officer’s deep voles:
“Six men forward.”
Brother Bernhard's pale llpd moved
and he cried: *T am innocent!”
His Appeal.
His companions stared at him hi sur
prise. The officer looked up.
*T arti 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? His 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
exa mple:
“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,
wjth the swfeet 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.”
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She Was a Stax.
“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
t
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 boy.
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 we can use against him?”
Detective—Not a thing. All he
ever did before he came here was to
sell awnings.
Political Boss—Why, that’s just
what we want. We ll say that he has
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
©f 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 I wanted it done with a
scythe?
These pictures were especially posed for this page.
at the center of the girl’s waist In back.
The girl’fc 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 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.
Fpllow 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^ynn mnv dance 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
r know for the modern school ot 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 pl^ee In the same class with this
graceful little near-minuet dip-step.
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