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whole. In the figures of the
dance one ungraceful step can
mar the perfection of the rhythmical
charm one Is 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
ftnd 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 w<
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
gradually receding and increasing
tempo, and finally do it as y<?u 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 Ftwlng up in gentle curves until
the elbow is about at waist height.
As the weight is swaying to the
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proper training in bodily grace, and
the health and ease and beauty it
brings, do not despair—instead, ded
icate 30 minutes morning and even
ing—(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
ieems 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-
negiected foot. In both of the exer
cises I give you to-day the body
must be poised lightly and springily
upon the ball of the foot, Inclining
forward toward 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 stage
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 annr
are raised with drooping wrists to
shoulder height. When the arms are
straight lines from shoulder sockets,
raise the wrists , and arms 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 ;t*id 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
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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
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white. -iTtooio'r-
The figure to the left
shows 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 side 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 fingers, 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
exerciser will register for you a dis
tinct step toward the acquisition of
poetically graceful arms and hands.
Little Bobbie’s Pa
By WILLIAM F. KIRK.
O
Utica, Ohio.—^1 suffered everythin*
H, husband, sed Ma to Pa last
nite, 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 rowetl her all oaver the lake this
morning. How perfeckly cunning, Ma
sed. To think of our gallant littel son
beeing a Romeo.
I aint no Romeo, I toald Ma. I
wish you wuddent say that.
The littel deers looked so cute out
thare on the lake, Ma sed. Bobbie
helped her into “the boat & out of it
came. I had numb
ter, -r-.
spells and was
dizzy, had black
spots before my
eye* my back
llliA < e- •*
ached and I was
so weak I could i
hardly stand up. 1
My face was yel-1
low, even my fin-!
f|/7|
ger nails were
colorless and J
'' N / /
had displacement.!
I took Lydia E.!
from a female weakness after baby jest like,a prince helping out a prln-
| cess, Ma sed. Did you enjoy yure
day, Bobble, you and littel Grayce?
No I diddent, 1 toald Ma. & she
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 she laffed at me wen I
spelled her naim rong. I spelled It
Bobbie. Pa sed, I tell you what to
do. If-you want to win littel Grayce,
you must rite her a poem. I will rite
her a poem for you to reed to her, sed
Pa, & you can say you rote it.
Bobbie will lose her sure if he tries
that, sed Ma. He has a littel boy
frend that rites good poetry, littel
Georgie Crowley, & he can git him to
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 Grayce, charming Grayce,
I luv yure voice, 1 luv your fayce.
Thou art the idol of my hart,
tf- from thy side Til never part.
Sum day teen 1 am grown to man
hood
c£ dccside to marry, as every man
shood,
I'll cum to you. deer, with a smile,
And ask to lead you up the aisle.
Thou art the sweetest gurl in this
place,
My darling Grayce.
I aint going to show her that, 1
toald Pa. I doant luv her & she aint
my aweethart. I aint going to start
table Compound and now I am stout
well and healthy. I can do all my
own work and can walk to town and
back and not get tired. I would nof
five your Vegetable Compound for
ill the rest of the medicines in the
world. I tried doctor's medicines and
they did me no good.”—Mrs. Mary
Earlewine, R. F. D. No. 3, Utica,
Ohio.
Another Case,
Nebo, Ill.—*1 was bothered for ten
/ears with female troubles and the
doctors did not help me. I was so
weak and nervous that I could not do
my work and every month I had to
ipend a few days in bed. I read so
many letters about Lydia E. Pink-
ham’s Vegetable Compound curing
female troubles that I got a bottle of
it. It did me more good than any
thing else I ever took and now it has
cured me. I feel better than I have
for years, and tell everybody what
the Compound has done for me. I
believe T would not be living to-day
but for that.” V. rs. HeUle
§tt**j, .1 lilnoili
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
git 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 1 could see thay did. I was
vary hansum as a boy, sed Pa. & 1
had a grate way with the ladies. 1
used to write them verses & thay
threw down all 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
beesides.
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.
i Lady Constance Stewart Richardson j
A Bachelor’s
TUr TT TMMCI Greatest' Story of Its
IIow to Acquire a Beautiful Figure Dancing.
Diary
1 iiL 1 UINi NUiLi Kind Since Jules Verne
1~\ EAUTY must be a harmonious ttme inclining the weight gradually
By MAX.
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 tf
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
and played a piece. The audience de
lightedly declared that the mimicry
was perfect, especially the make-up
of the players, who were recalled half
a dozen times.
“Would you take them for anything
but genuine street stragglers?” wa3
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 how disguised. I’m
dying to find out who they are.”
Every Man Needs One.
Boob—For the love of Mike, what’s an
industrial bureau?
Simp—That’s one that your collar but
ton can’t hide under.
A UGUST 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 I 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 husband, 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,” nhe 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 thi«-* Is nonsense, for.
of course, there is Jack.”
“Yes," she said, “tin re 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 *ulky
to be treated sio. 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
whispered that I was a dear, big
stupid.
And do you know, Diary, I wonder
now what It was that made me ?«o
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 when Jack was gone
with the widow, but if I had had
any sense 1 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 xas too big a dolt to s»ee.
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 118.” _ , .
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 mv
intention. If I lose, I hope I will have
ample warning that the struggle is
going against me, 8o that they may
get Sally here and I can slide out into
the nowhere 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. t . _ ,
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.
Manette always takes her nap at
this time of the day, the nurse is
gone for iper morning walk, and Rich
ards sits beside me—patient, faith
ful Richards.
"If anything happens to me, Rich
ards,” I said this morning, turning
to her, “you must never leave Ma
nette. You—” I had never told any
one this before—“will find yourself a
rich woman.”
“I will never leave Manette under
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 was a tribute that pleased me.
I tried to tell her so, and the next
moment she was on her knees be
side my bed, sobbing with her face
in the bed covers.
Read what the New York Times said about this great story—The
Times printed an extract of it—We give you the story itself—You can
begin it by reading the first installment to-morrow in The Georgian!
THE NEW YORK TIMES. SUNDAY. AUGUST 3. 1913.
S . EHB: tha root sarSoa above
tho thirty *1*111 floor of * eo-
loaaal hotel la Now Tori. Now
York of tho future. Thrro trt.
Fathered th* richaM magnate* In tho
country, a.on who among thorn pna-
onaa billion upon billion of dollar*
Ona of thorn arrive* In hi* aeroplane,
from which ho loads an tha vary foot
Harden I’ootf Ona of thorn la Uoyd.
a veritable ) T. Morgan, renowns*
throughout -tho world aa tho mpat
daring and formidable and oucooaaful
at ftnaaotem
They aa* gatharad to learn about a
plan evolved by aa angloaor. a man
romparatlvoly youn*. comparatively
unknown, who needs tholr financial
barking. Allan to hi* asm*-- Mac -
Alia*
Rising modestly from bl* plar* amid
broathloaa ntterUeo from an them
•Boo. tho money klnge of tho day.
whom bo oearroly hopod to moot,
maeh lam to Interest to Ma project.
Allan takas from hla trousers pocket
a piece at chalk, goee to a blackboard,
and drawn tero IIdo* On* ho any* la
th* other Bor op*
‘‘Best Seller” In Berlin Is Bernhard Kellermann's “Der Tunnel,” a Daring
Flight of Fancy In Which Is Told Flow the Two Hemispheres
Were Connected by an Oceanic Subway.
bcerewhira— Americana, rrenrhmea.
Rnaitehmen. Germane. Italian* Span-
laidn. Scandinavian* Chinaman, na-
krnra In the stifling cavern* under
lh* orean every language era* heard
from the blackened dlggeta, working
In frentlad hast* atark naked, drip-
ping W|th sweat, driven to superhu
man a* Movement by tha Indomltabts
energy of "Mac” Allan.
Allan apont day* el a tlma In tho
Innnol amid almost unendurable
heal between solid walla of rock,
amid tools and building material piled
high about him. driving englnaor* and
foremen and commoa laborers to th*
rock and troa. which hurled man bo-
oeath It nr tom them to place*
In wild paale they stumbled and
faught their way through blinding,
•offonatlng smoke, hurled themaelvca
onto tho construction train* lined up
along lha track, or. too mad with fear
to reason, plunged fbrward on foot as
If tho* they could seer roach (be ahem
of Now Jo rosy, over 230 miles away.
Hundreds of them, whom the a*pla
in tholr track*
stifled
death I
O a on .structIon train a i
O* the way thay met th# engtneWe
young wire and Ma utile daughter,
who. hearing the notes nhout lha tun
nel mouth, had ventured forth to find
out what was the mattar Roth fell
bach In apprehension as they caught
•IcM of th* out post* of th# advanclgg
multitude and heard their abeute
But they ecu Id act escape 1-ed by
fmnxled women, th* met dosed in oa
f *.ooo -
tng * Death to * Mae.' * 1
flag* and hug* placards i
written. “ ' Mac.' murder
High above tholr heads w
figure* representing Alla* Lloyd, tha
billionaire hacker of tho luaaal evndJ-,
eat* 8 Woolf, and other* I* front
of the syndicate'* building la lower
Rr.wdway they burned them figure*
amid furious cheering.
la spU. Of strike and alt Allan kept
grimly at work. He addressed th*
workmen* union* all over th* coun
try. met argument 'with argument,
pounded away at them with a sole ab
ject I* rl*w- making jjiem get hack
pared with It th* panic of 1007 that
•book th* American money market,
was a passing flurry. Hardly • day
passed without th# failure of soma
boatnea* house. Suicides Ilk* Woolfs
banker shot himself la Chicago, a
New Tofh broker poisoned himself and
hi* entire family. A* for the tunnel
ayndlcat* It would have gone ont of
ailstane* had It not been tor I.loyA
who called th* big eh ere ho Mere to
gether and Insisted lhal they mu*t
•tend by th* ship H* was th* first
to dig tat* Ma packet—ofbor* followed
bind my naif to build, within the rpec.
at fifteen year* a submarln* tunnel
nod te send train# through tt from
one continent to th* other I* twenty-
four hours I "
Th* flashUghta at th* ph-*to«e*ph*ri
gathered on th* roof buret forth and
thousand* of people packed In the
streets thirty-*!* stories below knew
that th* first act la th* grant drama
ha* begun, and roar their •icHm ml
Allan la lh* meantime ha* plunged
Into figure* taking up th* plan from
C ry angle, painting 1* strongly
rtnatagty-
ttb fltfesbM by whirling tha an**m-
hlage of billionaires away with him la
a very madness of aathaalaam. Uoyd.
fcfrg of them all. lead* by •nhnartbln*
$25.00(1,000 out of Ms own pocket
After him one magnate after another
pot* himself down for enormous run
Allan, whose entire manhood has bean
devoted te the tijpnal pro act. realise*
that be I* on tha threehola of euocae*
That seen* le described at th* ba-
glenlns at a book Ju*t published, on*
that la n “bast aellar * now le Ger
many-- * Th* Tunnel.* by Barahard
Kailarmaan. Th# author, who alraad-
ha* a number of mr.-*Ja to hi* credit,
ha* In this latest wort discarded tha
ordinary material of which hnrop* and
Karol asa ere mad* and daringly
preasad Into hi* aot-yle* Iron <*d staei
and eoal. 'powarfal machinery, hug*
masses of > umantty Instead of Individ
ual*' An'nyt this aomhf* and ^Ta
rn endcs background man and woman
are arranged, tg ha ear*, neon and wo
men of flash and blood, bpt they
secondary. It b
tuba batw
that I* tha her* af Keliermana a naval
and th* heroin* and th* rlltala.' Te It
all aU>* :a subnet riant. ' In deaertilng
tla vastnaae and trrlmnaaa and fateful
power th* German elrikca Into th* do
main *f Julaa Verna and H. O. Wall*
and. without aver employing lh* *up-
a re natural or manifestly Impesalbl*
tree** them on their awn ground and.
badly.
Man’* Greatest L'aiertakbif.
After tils deaorlptlon af tS* mo-'
inentooo meeting on tha New York
hotel roof garden, th* novelist tr^
how th# tusnet ayndlcat*. trrmad Im
mediately after tha magnates had sub
scribed tholr million* buy* up hugo
tracts of lend la New Jersey along
tha Hudaoa and aoaan front and eats
tc wera te rear n great city for tho
tunnel workmen. On th* streets of
New York hundred# af thouaanda at
■ estraa " heap reader* posted, hour by
hour. or. th# prog tea* of th# #* net ruc
tion work, th* greatest unde.-baking
sped by i
etniaeaa Th# great tunnel wag dead.
Even Allan despaired. Ho locked
himself In hla hous* refusing t* sea
anrwiy. In vala Ethel Lloyd, th# an*
person who still seamed t* bailor* In
him. sought ta aaa him. ghe could
get.
Hut she persisted, nBaity, ana day,
ah* actually waylaid him aa h* was
walking, with V.—a cast aye* from th*
tunnel mouth to hi# hnus* H# could
not farently rrfue* ta speak ta her.
He naked her to come In. And. ones
she hat hi* ear. Lt,.el plunged lata
her taek with flashing ayes and elo,^
fluent word*
■' You mud suv* th# tunnall * aha
cried. And for th* first time la «pantha
he woke to Ilf* and hie eya* Maned
“But we bar* a* money.” he ob
jected
* Hava yon aaan wrr kOarf * A*
and th* great Lloyd war* la n confer
ence Boon the aeora flaw over th*
world: ” Lloyd haa agreed la back
th* tunnel—aJeoa I “
Th# work Maned up agafb trim a
fbry ef energy that left ail that had
goa* before ta th* shad* Ona hun
dred thousand men went at It again
and labored with a murderous eeaeen-
tratlaa of energy.
America Linked te Perep*
Tha dead tunnel eftlea a wok* Wfh
Uoyd aa loader, multi-mlUlonatrm
who had boon afraid to risk a cent ta
th* undertaking poured their muttons
Into It la th* tubas tha boring ma-
china* thundered against th. walla «f
rock, surrounded again by artnle* at
naked worker* dripping with eoreat.
shining In lh* red glow of lha lan
tern* And behind nil Mood Allan,
whipping that* Into a Ml g speed
one* more, aa hi* Irdln rolled past,
thay swung their hats and chi Mad
but now thay called him ”*M gray
h other, one. where Strom wag
nmender. stretching out from Jar-
taatward. th* other front th*
*1 ward, d-lv
of thp work In th* other tunnel. No
e1gn-**nd rat th* others must b* ai
m-vet wiyun reach I
groped in the dark Ter Urn men dfe-
plug toward America from Europe
At last ona day th* not** ef a blast
In Muoilar** tunnel wag heard la
man Mueller's man:
Ronra of enthusiasm burst forth at
both aada of tb* Kola. * Eat Mueller.
“ Where Is MasT *
“ ■era.” answered Allan, sticking
hla head Into th* ot^r opening—lb#
Thg explosion and Paste In tb* Tsanai and tb* Fight for ■ Place an tha Essaying Train.
etmast notch of thwr awduranc* Mood Bl
•sing up tboumeda at man. ruthlassly la spit*
discharging laggard* and weakling* of th* rear madd.nad men who poured
plt< hlny Int* th# work freak armtss •* out af th* Mratch ef tuanal ahead and
lake-their place* thinking of nothing alambered onto hi# train, ha refused
hut the ihouaaa<le of mil** of rock to to allow th# angina*r to Mi
shield her little daughter Soon (ha
Uttl* girl also srnk to th* earth be
neath a cruel halt of mlaelle*
" LM them lie there! " shouted aom*
of th# mob. And on they great. Unk
ing for Allan. But he was not In tha
mri mast be fin-
at least for th* time being
■orgy had Ns rre On th- Aral af January a hug*
r* at th* mao drib- crowd of shareholders packed ma
uarters la th# city streets about th* ayndlcat* hull-ting
ith. Two months and fought their gray to tha ceeiug
aa If offtr* latent an >
hastily provt
Uoyd and th# other* th* ceshleri
■ nailer, with a laugh.
- W# are aU right.” said Man
That was all la tha eragting toe
newepa; »r* .a bath aides af tha ocean
printed this conversation, held thou-
■anda at taut under tha oe* Tho
workmen had anon dug 'ho hola Mg
anoueb ta allow ef Mueller s sending
Mac a bottle af Munich boar.
Twaaty four year* h,
BEHIND CLOSED DOORS
By ANNA KATHARINE GREEN
One of the Greatest Mystery Stories Ever Written
(Copyright, 1913, by Anna Katharine
Green.)
T0-DAT’S INSTALLMENT.
You are an observing man,” he re-
markiJ to Peter, "and seem to have no
ticed this girl closely. Was this bag
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 nianys 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 smilfcd and produced from
his capacious pocket the bag which
had been found by him in the doctor's
phaeton.
“Was it like this one?” he 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 bag about.
"I never have seen ze filigree on him
like zat!“ 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 MJhs Gretorex, that it had
always been carried with the initial-
side in, and this again spemed 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 ttme in anything
but a happy frame of mind. But this
time he did not go oat by the side
door. He was In the kitchen, and he
naturally sought the altchen exit. In
doing this, his eyes fell upon the gravel
walk that ran about the house.
“Humph!” was his mental ejaculation.
But he saw someining the next mo
ment-having by this time stepped into
the yard—which called from him some
thing more than an excalamtlon. This
was 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
bad a high balustrade about it, termi
nating in pillars that supported the
roof. It was the color of this balus
trade w'hich drew his attention. It
was of a bright nnd peculiar brown and
and seemed to have been but lately
painted.
“Can it be 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 rubbed, of the size and shape of
the smudge on Mildred Farley’s dress,
and dried into the thin coating yet re
maining was a woolly fuzz so evidently
blue in color that ^ven this old and ex
perienced worker among marvels was
taken aback, and thought he had never
seen anything finer nor more con
clusive.
It was with a very grave face ho
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 how prettily ft is painted;
looks fresher than the rest of the
house.”
“Yes, the master intended using it
at the time o’ the wedding—whut 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
and wint over It on his own account.
It didn’t dry good like, and the master
thanked the count, so he did, but didn’t
use the porch. I’m thlnkln’ he gave
the count folve dollars for disappointin’
him do ye moind?"
And Peter, evidently thinking he had
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 Uttl* 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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night of that same day, there could be
no doubt.
But had she died here? It did not fol
low, though th* 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 arc I
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 of the party suspected of it. And
-die had this excuse, that she was a
bride and naturally hated any such un
pleasant publicity In connection with her
marriage.
A Puzzle.
Yet the desire of Molesworth to com
municate his position to the Camerons!
\'as it purely on account of the medi- !
cal case he mentioned? Mr. Gryce felt j
himself at liberty to doubt It. And the
scream which had arisen from this 1
house during the marriage ceremony!
A'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
to the two men, h« remarked In his off
hand way:
“By the way, I heard something curl
ous about the wedding her*. 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?*’
“Oul, monsieur,” quoth Jean, “zat
Marguerite scream all ze time, and sht
scream zen.”
Teter smiled indulgently.
“Is it Margaret, ye say? Whin will ;
yez git over talkin’ about her screamin’
Ilk* a fool. Bure she wasn’t In the
house at all. Every one of us knows
that, 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 z* 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
ack room when the scream you spak*
of was heard. Haven’t I told ye that
over an’ over again, ye spalpeen?”
"Wben Jeem Doling say me zat, zen
1 must hear him." And so the obsti
nate man had the last word.
To Be Continued To-morrow.
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