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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 vSiTXrfXH 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 HOWTHiS WOMAN FOUND HEALTH Would Not Give Lydia E. Pink, ham's Vegetable Compound for All Rest of Medicine in the World. 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 yxoTotfCJ /y/s a*> 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- Woman KODAKS "The Bast Finishing and enlarg ing Thnt Can Be PrsdiMtd.* . hnsUnan Films soil com plete stock sQiatnu r supplLts. •le* for oot-of-V'Wti oust- tntn Send for Catalog and Prlca List. A. K. HAWKES CO. 'SB®?. 14 Whitehall St.. Atlanta, Ga. In Internsted and should know about the wonderful Marvel Douche 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. A naval officer I know canceled a lot of en gagements last week in order to devote the time to his dentist. “Iam goi ng on a long cruise,* * he said, “and I know the value of good teeth. Good teeth mean good health afloat or ashore and a man can’t do his work well unless he has good health.’* In the army and the navy, and in all great industrial spheres the value of good teeth is being recognized. Statistics prove that sound, clean teeth, pre serve health and promote busi ness efficiency. 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