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* • • \ >?• * - T 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. ....... u . i * ■ ■ . .—: :—: j : . ■ u "I— ■ mi—.i—m.iiii I GERMANY READS OF A TUNNEL FROM AMERICA TO EUROPE rmmaTaa«fiiiu — .—* — .-c .. — «te Uitrir-sUth fl**r of • «*- looanl total la Na- Tark-Nrw York of U*• future Thrr* era rtchoot muntiM In Iho aaaa Willow billion of dollar* ttma at Utoaa arrives la hla aarot>'v*». from wMok bo l»4a oa tfco vary font «aHn Hotel Oao of thorn la Unit a vvrltaMa J T. Moreno. roaownrA (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- KODAKS Th* B*«t ri»l*ftlN« and Kalara- !»« That C«n B« Pro#M*d” EaatD-.tr. Films and com- j . piet* stoc* wntUur mjpplW . It;* for aut-of-N>wn cmirra-n. "Send for Catalog and Prlca LI at. A. K. HAWKES CO. B» Every Woman is interested and should know about the wonderful Marvel Douche ight of that same day, there could be no doubt. But had she died here? It’dld noi fol low, though the fact that Miss Gretorex, 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. Yet the desire of Molesw r orth to r°m- 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. A naval officer I know canceled a lot of en gagements last week in order to devote the time to his dentist. “I am going on a long cruise,* * he said, “and 1 know the value of good teeth. 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