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dance one ungraceful step can
mar the perfection of the rhythmical
charm one 1*» trying to produce. In
the physical rhythm of the human
body an ugly arm or hand can spoil
the spell of loveliness.
The question I always ask myself
is: Why, in a world where we are all
under the sway of physical lure, do
we so calmly accept our own imper
fections and those of our children?
We work intelligently for evolution
and growth in health and strength
and brain power; but beauty and
grace we accept in the old supersti
tious fairy-tale fashion as the gift of
the good fairies—and we fold our
hands in the supposedly philosophical
decision that either we have it or we
have it not. Not at all! Either we
have beauty or we set about getting
it—if we have brains enough to ac
quire anything!
It is a simple thing to train the
human body in the right way—the
way it should go—in the beginning,
but it is hard to alter bodily faults
once they have come. However, if
you have come to maturity without 1
gradually reading and increasing
tempo, and finally do it as^xpu walk
forward on tiptoe, or as near as you
can manage to this toe position.
The second picture is a little danc
ing step that can be practiced at a
walking tempo until enough facility
is gained to do it merrily and lightly
as a dance. Advance on the ball of
the feet with toes pointing outward.
Incline the body forward, and keep
the head a bit forward in the line of
the slight curve of the back. The
arms swing up in gentle curves until
thq elbow is about at waist height.
As the weight is swaying to the
proper training In bodily grace, and
the health and ease and beauty 1t
brings, do not despair—instead, ded
icate 30 minutes morning and even-
iug—(one hour out of your day) to
the beautiful art of the dance, and
soon your reward will be great not
only in terms of the pleasure of
pleasant, graceful movement, but in
health, beauty and a gloriously sym
metrical figure, too.
Proper Training.
And make sure that your little chil
dren, and the dear young things all
about you, have the proper begin
nings to insure for them healthy and
beautiful and graceful bodily growth.
Since an ugly arm or hand can so
easily spoil the perfection of beauty,
suppose, to-day, I show you how
beautiful arms and hands may oe
evolved through proper training. It
eeems a far cry from dancing to
beautiful arms and hands, but I shall
try to. show you how they may be
gained in the rhythmical movement
and exercise of the classical dance.
As most of the movements of the
classical danCe are executed with
high-flexed arch and, the body’s
weight falling on the ball of the foot,
while the instep is held in a firm high
curve, they give of themselves a slen
der grace and power to the too-muen-
neglected foot. In both of the exer
cises I give you to-day the body-
must be poised lightly and springily
■upon the bhll of the foot, inclining
forward tow'ard the toes. Walking
and dancing thus will banish the flat-
foot that seems to be a foe of modern
high-heeled civilization.
The first picture shows one s-tage
of a very wonderful arm exercise.
Poise the weight on the balls of the
feet, swaying slightly back and for
ward from toes to heels as the arm
are raised with drooping wrists to
shoulder height. When the arms are
straight lines from shoulder sockets,
raise the wrists and armsi simul
taneously until the backs of the hands
Just touch above the head.
A Dancing Step.
Now drop the arms slowly, with
rhythmical muscular control, to the
shoulder height again and turn the
arms so the palms are alternately up
and down parallel to the floor. Then,
with palms down, sink the arms
gradually to the sides, at the same
Lady Constance Stewart Richardson j
A Bachelor’s
Tx tx ipi Greatest Story of Its
How to Acquire a Beautiful Figure Dancing.
Diary
1 OIL 1 UINPNiLL Kind Since Jules Verne
1 EALTY must be a harmonious time Inclining the weight gradually
By MAX.
A L
forward left foot, swing the left arm
out with its line a slight droop from
elbow to wrist, and the right arm in.
with the forearm curving up almost
perpendicular to the ground, and the
wrist drooping. Swing the arms in
, i9J S *•>
whits. sircooio<r -
figure to the left
the culmination of
the exercise for developing
beautiful arms through
rhythmic motion.
To the right is shown
a classical dancing step
in which the hands and
arms are also exercised.
and out thus from fide to side as the
weight of the*, body springs from
foot to foot. In all these arm exer
cises hold the hand relaxed from the
wrist, with light, pliant Angers, mid
dle fingers fairly close together, small
and Index fingers gently curved and
relaxed with the Index finger point
ing up ever so slightly.
The faithful practice of these two
exercises will register for you a dis
tinct step toward the acquisition of
poetically graceful arms and hands.
HOWTHIS WOMAN;
FOUND HEALTH 6
Little Bobbie’s Pa
By WILLIAM F. KIRK.
1, husband, sed Ma to Pa last
nlte, I have the cutest thing to
tell you. Our deer littel son
has a littel sweetheart. He met her
to-day. She Is a littel city gurl that
lives neer our city hoam, & Bob
bie 'rowed her all oaver the lake this
morning. How perfeekly cunning, Ma
sed. To think of our gallant littel sor.
beeing a Romey.
I aint no Romeo, I toald Ma. 1
wish you wuddent say that.
The littel deers looked so cute out
«... ... thare on the lake, Ma serf. Bobbie
Ut^a, Ohio.—'1 suffered everythtni lieIped h( . r into .he boat & out of it
from a female weakness after baby jest like a prince helping out a prin-
’ cess, Ma sed. Did you enjoy yure
‘day. Bobbie, you and littel Grayce?
I No 1 diddent, I toald Ma. & she
Would Not Give Lydia E. Pink,
ham’s Vegetable Compound
for All Rest of Medicine
in the World.
came. I had numb (
spells and was
had black
before my
my back
and I was
aint any sweetheart of mine, eether.
It was her father's bote & she diden’t
know how to row it & I wanted to
row, so I got in & rowed the bote. I
dident like her vary much, I toald
Ma, beekaus afie laffed fit me wen I
hardly stand up-j spelled her naim rong. I spelled it
My face was yel- without a Y, I sed, & that is the way
low, even my fin- j t0 spe ii Grace.
ger nails were, Bobbie. Pa sed, I tell you what to
colorless and 1 $ 0 \f yQ u want to win littel Grayce.
had displacement. | you rnus t rite her a poem. 1 will rite
; her a poem for you to reed to her, sed
so weak I could
I took Lydia E.
Pinkham’s Vege- j p a £. you can sa y you rote it
Ubl. Compound and now I am stout. | g ‘ , , 08e her fure „ hp tri es
well and healthy. I can do all my .. ,, . n .. , K _ v
own work and. can walk to town and hat sed Ma. He has a Jlttel boy
back and not gat tired. I would no(|f rend . rlt . es „ «°° < I ‘Tlu'hi n to
five your Vegetable Compound for i ^eursde <■ rbw ley, & he can git him to
all the rest of the medicines In the
world I tried doctor's medicines and
they did me no go6d.“—Mrs. Mary
Earlewlne, R. F. D. No, 3. Utica,
Ohio.
Another Case.
Ntbo, Ill.—*1 was botheflkd for ten
rite the poem.
No, sed Pa, I will rite the poem. So
Pa went & got a sheet of paper and
rote this poem for me to show to
Grace:
Littel Grafter, charming Grayce,
I luv pure voice, I luv your fayce.
Thou art the idol of my hart.
In so yung telling gurls that I luv
them wen I doant luv them at all, 1
sed.
You have got to do that, sed Pa, to
gil along. Why, wen I was yure age
I toald all the gurl I luved them, Pa
1 toald all the gurls I luved them, Pa
me, but I could see thay did. I was
vary hansum as a boy, sed Pa, & 1
had a grate way with the ladies. I
used to write them verses & thay
threw down aii thare other beaus for
me. I will give you a quarter, Bob
bie, if you show this poem to littel
Grayce, & if she doesnt call you a
darling boy I will give you a dollar
bedsides.
So I showed Grayce the poem &
sed I rote it. & she laffed & sed It
sounded jest like sumthing that a
green kid rote, so I made a dollar
and a quarter from Pa.
years with female troubles and the , ^ /row thl/ m „ rvrr part .
doctors did not help me. I was so j g ' d / am grown t0
weak and nervous that I could not do
an every man
man-
my work and every month I had to i hood
spend a few days in bed. I read so deeside to marry
many letter* about Lydia E. Pink- shood,
ham’s Vegetable Compound curing f'll rum to you. deer, irith a smile,
female troubles that I got a bottle ol And ask to lead you up the aisle.
It It did me more good than nny- Thou art the sweetest gurl in this
thing elee I ever took and now it .has place
cured me. I feel better than I have j Ijt.rlina Graurr
for years, and tell everybody what aaHtnff grayer.
the Compound has done for mp I
believe I would not be living to-day
but for that.”—A rg. Hettte Grew*-
and played a piece. The audience de
lightedly declared that the mimicry .
was perfect, especiallv the make-up | to her, “you muet never leave Ma-
of the players, who were recalled half | nette. You—■” I had never told any-
Si dozen times. one this before—“wlll^ftnd yourself a
“Would you take them for anything | rich woman.”
but genuine street stragglers?” was "i will never leave Manette under
Clever Hostess.
A German band happened to play
under the windows of a house in a
fashionable neighborhood the other
afternoon, when Mrs. B. was “at
home.” They were a fair specimen cf
their kind—blaring and noisy, yet
correct in their time and altogether
in movement from long practice. The
butler started out to drive them away,
for they interrupted the music within,
but Mrs. B. ordered him to invite
them in. A happy thought struck her.
“Ladies and gentlemen,” she said,
five minutes later, “a party of our
friends have consented to give an Im
itation of a street band. I now have
the pleasure of Introducing them.”
Then the six members of the or
ganization filed awkwardly into place
GGUST 10.—I have wondered
ever since the accident why
Sally did not come to me, and
learned this morning. She had sailed
for Europe the day before and was
on the ocean the day Richards re
ceived Mrs. Allen’s telegram to come
at once.
I am glad she is away. If she were
here and did not come 1 would suf
fer all the pangs of an abused and
neglected boy, and if she came, good
ness alone knows what I would say
or do In my weakness. I am sure 1
would demand the rights of a sick
man to her devotion, or fret myself
into a fever if she refused.
I had a note from her to-day, writ
ten In Paris.
“My dear big brother,” she wrote,
“I can’t tell you how alarmed I was
at reading in the cable news in a
Paris paper of your accident. I hope
that the charge of exaggeration al
ways made against the press is true
this time. I receive daily cables re
garding your condition from the doc
tor, and he assures me you are get
ting along all right. You know, my
dear big brother, I need you. You
are more than all the world to me.
“SALLY.”
Isn’t that Just like a woman? She
puts in that word “brother” twice to
make me realize that I am no more
than a brother to her, and then adds
“You are more than all the world to
me” to keep me crazy about her.
She has a husband, and can’t have
me, but she likes to be loved, and
intends to keep me loving her.
Past Proofs.
In looking backward I find every
reason for believing that her oppo
sition to the widow was not actuated
entirely by sisterly feelings. The look
of warnings she sent me, and many,
many telegrams to beware of the
woman who was pursuing me, are
proof to me that Sally loved me then,
and I did not know it.
“You are so stupid,” she said to me
once, “that if a woman were in love
with you and tried her best to show
it you would never see It. Now,
suppose, for Instance, that I loved
you and had been trying to tell you
for more than a year.”
“But you don’t,” I added, “you love
Jack.”
“Yes,” she repeated, dully, “I love
Jack. He Is my hifeband, and, of
course, I love him. The law many
centuries ago ordained that a wife
should love her husband, and 1
wouldn’t presume to question the
law'.”
She laughed a little bitterly. “But
suppose,” she repeated, “that I loved
you, and told you so.”
Sally is a very handsome woman.
I recall that on this occasion, she
was lying in a hammock, and I sat in
a chair near her. We were on her
porch, waiting, I believe, for Jack
to return from town.
“If you loved me,” I said, "I think
I would make you realize as you have
never realized what it is to have a
man’s love. But this* is nonsense, for.
of course, there is Jack.”
“Yes,” she said, “there is Jack. Max
go home!* You are so good-looking
to-night you are dangerous.”
I laughed, for I thought It was only
more of her nonsense.
“Go home,” she repeated. I got up
and started for the steps rather amlky
to be treated so. and she caught up
with me when I had descended the
second step and threw both arms
around my neck. “You are Just two
steps taller than I,” she laughed. Then
she pressed my face against hers and
w'hispered that I was a dear, big
stupid. •
. And do you know, Diary. I wonder
now w'hat it w r as that made me
stupid. I had been so sure for years
that she belonged to Jack, not be
cause her marriage ties bound her.
but because she loved him and had
no room in her thoughts for any
other man, that it never entered my
head that she cared for me.
I know she suffered and grew thin
and haggard w'hem Jack was gone
with the widow, but if I had had
any sense I believe I could have made
those ten days the happiest of her
life.
And now, instead of being grateful
that I have been saved from wrong
doing, I look at myself with disgust
because I didn’t recognize my oppor
tunities. She was humiliated because
of the manner in which her husband
slighted her; her heart was mine all
the time, and she couldn’t tell me, and
I was too big a dolt to see.
When I get well. If I get well
“You know, Max,” the doctor said to
me very frankly this morning, “some
thing went wrong with your spine in
that fall, and we have a fight ahead
of us.’’ _ , .
So there Is an “if” connected with
my future that is the biggest “if” I
have met in my troubled existence.
It is all right. If I win I will fight
for Sally. Right or wrong, that is my
intention. If I lose, I hope I will have
ainple warning that the struggle is
going against me, so that they may
get Sally here and I can slide out Into
the now'here from her arms.
Takes Her Nap.
• August 12—1 do not suffer any
great pain, only the pain of weari
ness, and the nurse is so patient and
tender I am ashamed to complain of
that. w a *
I am bolstered up in bed a few'
hours every morning and write these
lines at long intervals apart. It Is a
comfort to me to write that which
I can not speak about and it short
ens the long days.
Manptte always takes her nap at.
this time of the day, the nurse is
gone for her morning walk, and Rich
ards sits beside me—patient, faith
ful Richards.
“If anything happens to me, Rich
ards,” I said this morning, turning
Read what the New York Times said about this great story—The
Times printed an extract of it-—We give you the story itself—Ydu can
begin jt by reading the first installment to-morrow in The Georgian!
THE NEW YORK TIMES. SUNDAY. AUGUST 3, 1913.
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(ho world a0 (ho moot
‘Best Seller" in Berlin Is Bernhard Kcllermann’s “Der Tunnel,” a Daring
Flight of Fancy In Which Is Told How the Two Flemispheres
Were Connected by an Oceanic Subway. ’
Tvoa Allan doopalro*. Ho leckod
hlmoolf In hla houor. rofmlnf to mo
•nrhodf. la vala Fthet Uoyd. tho ono
onrooa *ho otIU ooamod to boltovo la
him. ooofht to mo him. Sho could
r wnytnM him aa ho «
tma. Which burled moa bo- tboy pourod through (ha otraala of (ha
Bnriahman. Gorman a. Italian* Span- anath II or loro thorn to pi*, -o Imprortpad oily toward Allan a rani-
lordn. Prandlnnvlana. Chinaman, no- la wild panic thay otumMad and done*
ornr* la tho otminn catrrna undor fouthl tholr way through b>liutln«. On tbo way tb*y mai tha
Iho wan every Un«un-a war hoard eufforattaf ttnukt. hurled tfiamnnlvro rouse wife nod hla I ltd* douahlcr.
from the blackmail direct* wnrklnt onto tha construction tratna lined up who. hMrln* the noiM nbout the tun-
ln frrnalod hatte. atnrk naked, drip- alone the track, or. too mad with faar aal mouth hnd **ntvirad forth to find
pin* w|th aweat. driven to auperhu- to reaaon. plunred forward on foot aa out rrhat waa tho mailer Both foil
man achievement by the Indomitable If thpo they could over reach the •horn back In apprehrnaton aa that eiuiM
•norry of ' Mac ~ Allan of Now Jireey. over 380 mi ice away. oteht of the eulpuata of tha edvan.lae
Allan a pent daye at o ttma In tho Hundred* of them, whom Uta «plo- multitude and heard their *ho U ta
tunnel, amid aimoat unendurable alon had (pored, fall la Iholr track* But they oould not eecap* Led by
kcat. between amid walla of rock. ottflnd by tha amoka or trampled to fremind women, m* nvih rioeed In on
amid tool* and bulldlna malarial piled daatk by tholr oomrsdee the two hriplme com fltonn* and
kl«h about him. driving anrlnaera and O a co .vtrucUoa train a abort Mo- hrteka beran to fly. Alloa a Wife waa
faremeo and comtnoa laborer* to tha teneo from tho acaaa of tbo explosion struck aa tha hood and fell, trytoc to
*n* “ Daalh Id * Mac ' * Thar bare rod Neale came pawafn# poet* Cvtu-
flag* and hn«o placard* oa which area pared with It tha panic of IKT
written. *' Mac.' murderer of 8,000." shook tho American money ma
Hl*h above thadr bead a warn grotesque *ae o po*a!n* flurry Hardly a day
flgurva representing Alloa I-lord, the pawed without lbs failure of somo
billionaire barker of tha tunael arndl , bnatnaos house Hulddca Ilka Woolf*
cat*, it Woolf, and othara la front became more and more common. A
Of the syndicate* build!og la lowar banker shot himself In Chicago: o
Hneow-ay thoy burned tbew figure* New York broker poUonrd hlmm'f and
amid furloua rhwrlng. hi* entire family A* for tho tunn*l
In *tftte of strike an1 alt Allan kopt ryndloata It would hava pone nut of
grimly at work. Ha addrweed tho oatttsnes hnd It not hern for Lloyd,
workman a unions all Over Iho conn- who called tho big ahoraholdam to-
try, m*t argument With argumeat. gvthfr and laatated that they must
pounded away at them wuh a solo ob- stand by tho ship Ha waa tha flmt
Net la view- -making get kadi to dig Into Ma pocket - ocher, followed
that H . uta , her ta com* In. And. at
irhat. wt* hat hla ear. Zthel ptaagai 1
* Have you aaaa my f
aad tbo great Ltoyd worn 111*
world: "Lloyd hoo agreed to
tkl mynaif to build, wltbla tbogpado
at fifteen yaor* o *ubm*rtno tun'nai
aad ta ooad trains through It from
IV flashlight* at the photographer*
gathered *■ tho roof bunt forth sad
i at peogia peeked la tbo
Adas la the moaaUaM baa plunged
MU agues, taking up the plan fro*
. painting M strongly aad
fount aagt* M
iaartaWagty.
fra Omaha* «
i by whirling the iaw-
Mag* at MmesAlroa away with hha ta
a vary madwaaa at oaUaMasa* Lloyd.
Mag of them all. :*ada by pgbaartMag
fJ6.O0n.000 out of hla own pookat
After Mm oao aagaato after another
devoted to tho tureal pro'oot raokwa
(feat ha M oa tha threshold at amacam
Thai aaaa* U dascribed at tbo bo-
gteatag of a bank lust pabBabod. on*
«ftat la a "boot aollor * new la Oor-
many-* Tho TaaaaL* hr Bernhard
Kotlarmam. Tho author, who alroad-
■ u Ma oredlL
miaaaa of kuiMlty Instead of tadtrld
aal*' AgnUM thta aombfo aad Vro-
maadotia baeitgreupd Moa aad women
are arranged, ta be set* man aad wo
men at flash aad Mood, bgt they ore
tuba hrtwoen Aawrtca a^d Burope.
that ta tha boro of Kellannana's a oval
aad tb* herein* aad tha villein. Ta H
all else a aabairvloat ’ la deeertbtag
Ha aastaaaa and primness and fateful
power tb* German efrtke* Into U»* de
nt ala at Jules Vera* aad It a Wall*
oa* arttV*ut ovor employing •** *»P-
•muatural or manifestly Impooolbt*
meat* them an tholr own ground and.
H meat oa mid. soman off by aa aaw,
badly.
Man’s Oraatupt UsdurUWng-
After hla deaerlpCtea at the mo
mentous meeting on tb* Now Tork
fury of energy that loft all that bad
teas before la (he shad* Oao hun
dred thouaaad an went at H again
and labored with a murderous as a too -
America Linked ta gamp*
Tha dead tunnel cities a web* W
the undertaking poured their mfltloa*
Ini* It la «h* tubes the boring iw-
rhlam thundered against tha wall* at
reek, surrounded again by
i glued their eyoo oa lb* daft
cate registering machine* by the hour
tog at bar. hoping to detect the sound
at tha work ta tho other tunasL No
*lgh-*nd yet t
moot within
« the others must he 41-
dVear* Feverishly the mon dug
•award tb* sound At last, breaking
narrow kola, other
Tbo Explosion aad Paste Is tha Tunnel and tbc Fight for a Place as the Escaping Train.
mad lately after the magnates had auk-
scribed tholr mllltea* buy* op hug*
•mote at load la Now Jenny along
Uw ftadwa and aaiaa front aad sots
«r work to roar a groat City for tb*
tqnsl workman. Oa tbo oiroote of utmost notch at tkatr ondumnee- Mood Bgrtnaan on* of tbo engineer* shield har flttlo daughter Seen the
New York b ird-ill at tbemnndo of Using up thoumnd* of man. ruthlsaaty la spit* of lh- antranUefTAad thranlo Utile girl also sank to tha earth he
- catena ~ hoop readers posted, hour by discharging laggard* and weakling*. of the fear maddened moo who poured ninth a cruel hall of mlwllee
hour, an tha program of tlm oeastrw pitching Into Iho work fresh armlr* ta out of lh* stretch ef tunnel ahead aad “ Lot thorn |t. there’ " shouted seme
Items at eathastaam he ret forth at
‘both sad* at tbo bote* Phi Muolter.
poking Ma hand Into tho taming.
-Whore la Mndt*
"Bere.' answered Allan, stlrtttaf
Ma bead lata tb* *tt|ar opening tho
-How do you d* Mast- salt
Mealier, with a laugh.
- Wo oao an right. “ mU He-
t b* fin hla
Ht* b^uadteao Aergv hdd Na i
ward; more aad more of the man dr
ample - tho trendteete wo* aared.
I least for the tlm* being.
On th- firm cf January a hug. mZllam at MooOer't
-f»»8 «f »hu r* holder* pack-1 lh*
city street* ahnnt tho ayndU-ata hunting Twenty-tear yooi
BEHIND CLOSED DOORS
By ANNA KATHARINE GREEN
One of the Greatest Mystery Stories Ever Written
asked of a bell*
“Indeed, yes,” she confidently re
plied; “they’re clever in their mim
icry, but one can always tell gentle
men, no matter howr disguised. I’m
dying to find out who they are.”
V Every Man Needs One.
Boob—For the love of Mike, what's an
industrial bureau?
^Simp—That’s one that your collar but-
1..n can’t linrior
any circumstances,” she said some
what brokenly, “and I don’t want to
be a rich woman. I only want you
to get well so that we may all go
back home, and be happy there again
I am so thankful every day. Mr. Max,
that I work for the kindest and best
man that ever breathed.”
It w’as a tribute that pleaded me.
I tried to tell her so, and the next
moment she was on her knees be
side my bed, sohbing with her face
in - th« r.nv«n
(Copyright, 1913, by Anna Katharine
Green.)
TO-DAY’S INSTALLMENT.
Voii are an observing man,” he re
marked to Peter, “and seem to have no
ticed this girl closely. Was this hag
she carried a small, yellow one?”
“It was not. thin,” that person em
phatically replied, while the butler
shook his head. "It was small, that it
was, but not a mark of yellow about it
at all. I see it manys the time. It’s
black it was.”
“And would you know It if you saw
it again?’’
“I’ll hot say that, sur; but I could
tell if it wur the same kind of one.”
Mr. Gryce smiled and produced from
his capacious pocket the bag which
had been found by him in the doctor’s
phaeton.
“Was it like this one?” hp asked,
holding It up between the two men.
with the initials toward Peter, and
the blank side toward the butler.
“No,” was the former’s reply, and
“Oul,” that of the latter.
He whirled the hag about.
“I never have seen ze filigree,on him
like eat!” now exclaimed the butler
“By the powers that’s it,” was, on
the contrary, Peter's response
Mr Gryce laughed and put the bag
back in his pocket.
Another Clew.
“You don’t agree,” he said.
“We do that,” returned Peter
But Mr. Gryce would not be con
vinced. He saw that if this was the
bag that they had been in the habit
of seeing on the arm of the girl who
had visited Miss Gretorex, that it had
always been carried with the initial-
side in, and this again seemed a great
improbability. He was about con
vinced that he was on a false trail
Disappointed and dissatisfied, he there
fore cut the -conversation short, and in
a few minutes was about to leave this
house for the second tfme in anything
but a happy frame of mind. But this
time he did not go out by the side
door. He was in the kitchen, and he
naturally sought the kitchen exit In
doing this, his eyes fell upon the gravel
walk that ran about the house
“Humph!” was his mental ejaculation
But he saw someinlng the next mo
ment-having by this time stepped into
the yard—which called from him some
thing more than an excalamtlon This
wan a small piazza, built one or two
steps from the ground, for the use, as
it appeared, of the servants of the
house. It was squar# in shape and
had a high balustrade 4bout it. termi
nating in pillars that supported the
roof. It was the color of this balus
trade which drew his attention. It
was of a bright and peculiar brown and
and seemed to have been but lately
painted.
"Can it he that I have here found
what I have so long been searching
for?” he queried. And stepping upon
the piazza he ran hrs eye along the
balustrade with the most careful scru
tiny. Suddenly he paused, looked clos
er, and gave utterance to a sound ex
pressive of satisfaction and keen won
der. From the supporting pillar near
est the' steps a portion of paint had
been rubber!, of the size and shape of
the smudge on Mildred Farldy’s dress,
and dried into the thin coating yet re
maining was a woolly fuzz so evidently
blue in color that even this old and ex
perienced worker among marvels was
taken aback, and thought he had never
seen anj'thing finer nor more con-
elusive.
If was with a very grave face he
stepped back into the kitchen.
“Excuse me.” said he, “but what a
fine porch you have outside. I think
I will come and visit you some even
ing next summer. Fun out there, eh?”
“Well, now.' do you hear that?”
laughed good-natured Peter.
“And hdw prettily it Is painted;
looks fresher than the rest of the
house.”
“Yes, the master Intended using it
at the time o’^the wedding—what for
I don’t know and it being well used
up by that same fun ye wur axin about,
the count there bought a pot o’ paint
I and wint over it on his own account.
S It didn't dry good like, and the master
thanked the count, so he did, but didn't
use the porch ~ I’m thinkin’ he gave
I the count folve dollars for disjointin'
I him do ye moind?”
I And Peter, evidently thinking he haij.
got the laugh on the butler this time,
laughed himself, long and loud.
But Mr. Gryce did not laugh A prob
lem dark with mysteries was before him,
and he had no disposition to mirth, and
but little patience with‘those who had.
Tests and Surprises.
I T was indeed a serious discovery he
had made: how serious he could not
yet determine^. That the girl who
had brought home Miss Gretorex’s
dresses, and who had been with her on
the very evening she was married, was
he same one who had been carried dead
into Mrs. Olney’s parlor at or near mid-
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or as she was now called. Mrs. Cam
eron, showed such a disposition to deny
acquaintanceship with the girl, seemed
to argue the existence of something
strangely unpleasant between them.
Yet it need not have been anything con
nected with the tragic end of the girl.
Ladies of Mrs. Cameron’s stamp are
invariably cowards when it comes to
appearing in a police court, or before a
magistrate as a witness. Even men
sometimes shrink from this ordeal, and
resort to every subterfuge to hide the
fact that they know’ anything about a
crime oPthe party suspected of it. And
she had this excuse, that she was a
bride and naturally hated any such un
pleasant publicity in connection with her
marriage.
A Fuzzle.
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municate his position to the Camerons!
tVas it purely on account of the medi-
c»l case he mentioned? Mr. Gryqe felt
himself at liberty jo doubt It. Arid the
scream which * had arisen from this
nouse during the marriage ceremony!
.v’hence did it come and what did it
mean? He had not realized its impor
tance at the time, but* now he felt that
he must make every effort to discover
both Its source and occasion. Turning
m the two men, he remarked in his off
hand way;
“By the way, I heard something curi
ous about the wedding here. A friend
of mine told me that there was a big
scream in the house right in the middle
of the ceremony. Was that so?”
“Oui, monsieur," quoth Jean, “zat
Marguerite scream all ze time, and she.
scream zen.” * ^
Peter smiled indulgently.
"m It Margaret, ye say? Whin will
yez git over talkin' about her screamin'
iike a fool. Sure she jvasn’t in the
house at Every one* of us knows
thaR and it's time ye did. too.”
Jean shrugged his shoulders disdain
fully.
“It was ze voice of Marguerite, I know’
him very well. I hear him many times,
and I hear him zat time of ze wedding
and always ze same.”
"How the devil could she scream if
she wasn't in the house? »
“Do Marguerite say she was not In ze
house?”
“No. but don’t we know she wasn’t?
Jim Dolan says she was in his little
back room w’hen the scream you spake
of w’as heard. Haven’t I told ye that
over an’ over again, ye spalpeen?”
“When Jeem Doling say me zat, zen
I must hear him.” And so the obsti
nate man had the last word.
To Be Continued To-morrow.
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