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Lady Constance Stewart Richardson
on
How to Acquire a Beautiful Figure Dancing.
B EAUTY must be a harmonious
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?
VVe 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
time inclining the weight gradually
to the entire foot. Practice this with
gradually receding and increasing
tempo, and finally do It as you 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 hall 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 saving up in gentle curves until
the elbow is about at waist height.
As the weight is swaying to tht
HOWTHIS WOMAN
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 ih 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 De
evolved through proper training. It
seems a far cfy 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-fiexed 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-mucn-
neglected 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.
Poifce the weight on the balls of the
feet, swaying slightly back and for
ward from toes to heels as the armr
are raised with drooping wrists to
khoulder height. When the arms are
; straight lines from shoulder sockets,
I 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 and lurn 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
in so yung telling gurls that I luv
them wen I doant luv them at ail, 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
I 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. 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.
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.
Clever Hostess.
A German band happened to play
under tin* window s 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 plan©
and played a piece. The audience de
lightedly declared that the mimicry
was perfect, especiallv the make-up
of the players, who were recalled half
a dozen times.
“Would you take them for anything
but genuine street stragglers?” was
asked of a belle
“Indeed, yes,” she confidently re
plied; “they’re clever In their mim
icry, but one can al.wavs 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.
FOUND HEALTH
Would Not Give Lydia E. Pink,
ham’s Vegetable Compound
for All Rest of Medicine
In the World.
Utica, OMo.—^1 suffered everything
from a female weakness after baby
came. I had numb
spells and wai
dizzy, had black
spots before my
eyes, my back
ached and I was
so weak I could
hardly stand up.
My face was yel
low, even my fin
ger nails were
colorless and I
had displacement.
I took Lydia E.
Pinkham’s Vege
table Compound and now I am stout,
well and healthy. I can do all my
awn work and can walk to town and
back and not get tired I would not
grlve 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.
O 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 rowed her all oaver the lake this
morning. How perfeckly cunning, Ma
sed. To think of our gallant littel sor.
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
jest like a prince helping out a prin
cess, Ma sed. Did you enjoy yure
day, Bobbie, you and littel Grayce?
No I diddent, I toald Ma. & she
aint any sweetheart of mine, eether.
It was her father’s bote & she dlden’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
without a Y, 1 sed, & that is the way
to spell Grace.
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:
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 «'lde to side ns the
weight of the body springs from
foot to foot. In all these arm exer
cises h.old the hand relaxed from the
wrist, with light, pliant fingers, mid
dle fingers fairly close together, smail
and index fingers gently curved and
relaxed with the index finger point
ing up ever so slightly.
The faithful practice of these two
exercise© will register for you a dis
tinct step toward the acquisition of
poetically graceful arm© and hands.
Another Case.
Nebo, Ill.—“I was bothered for ten
fears 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-
barn'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. 1 ‘
believe T would not be living to-day 1
but for that." Mrs.
gUeai. hlghe, lUiimii.
Littel Grayce, charming Grayce,
I luv yure voice, I luv your fayce.
Thou art the idol of my hart,
& from ihy aide I'll never part.
Sum day wen / am graven to man
hood
if dee aide to marry, as every man
shood,
fit rum to you, deer, trith a smile,
And ash 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 sweethart. 1 aint going to start
forward left foot, ©wing the left afm
out with its fine 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
Little Bobbie’s Pa
By WILLIAM F. KIRK.
By MAX.
THE TUNNEL
Greatest Story of Its
Kind Since Jules Verne
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 fhe 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 sen 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."
“Ye©,” 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.” Mhe 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 thl© is nonsense, for.
of course, there is Jack.”
“Yes,” she ©aid. "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 ©ulky
to be treated so, and she caught up
with me when 1 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
whimpered 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 »o 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 I believe I could have made
tho©e ten days the happiest of her
life.
And now, instead of being grateful
that I have been saved from wrong
doing, 1 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 ©ee.
When I get well. If I get well
“You know, Max,” the doctor 6aid to
me verv frankly this morning, “©ome-
thlng went wrong with your spine in
that fall, and we have a fight ahead
of u*. M . , ...
So thpre 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, ©o 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. . . , ,
I am bolstered up in bed ft few
hours every morning and write these
lines at long intervals apart. It U 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 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
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 he*' 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.
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S eem: Hi# ro«f #»,«•!I lUw.
Ul thirty «lith floor of a
IneeaJ hot*) IB Now Tor*-Nr*
Tor* of tho future TT'cr* or*,
gathered tho richest mafaato* In lh<o
country, mom who amon* them r-w-
neao billion upon billion of dollar*
Ono of them mrrlTee |
from which ho laud* i
amr-daa Itsolf. One of thorn la Lloyd,
a veritable J. T. Morgan, renowned
throughout -the world aa tho moot
daring and formidable and suecoaaful
•f financier*.
Thor are enthorad to loaru about a
plan evolved hy an engineer, a man
eomparattvely y*«n«. r<wupareMvoir
unknown, who needa their financial
backing. Allan la hi* want*—* Mas *
Allan.
filling modestly from hie place, amid
breath.roa attention from nil then*
ma* tho monor klnro of the day.
whom ho oearco'y hoped to meet,
much laoo to tntoreet la hlo project.
A flan taka* from hlo troueero pocket
n piooo of ohalk. goeo lo a blackboard,
nnd drawe two tinea. One. ho aara lo
Amotion, tho other Ruropn.
- Uetwuen the## torn.* ha adda * f
bind mynolf to build, within tho fparo
of fifteen ream a aubmnrlna tunnel
and to send trains through lb from
ono continent tc tho ether In tWoaiy-
four hours! "
Tho flaohllghta of tho photoamphore
gathered vn tho roof buret forth and
thounaads of people packed In tha
etreato thirty-el* etorle* below know
that tho first not la tho groat drama
has begun, and roar theJf axcftamenl
Alien In the meantime haa plunged
Into figures, taking up tho plan from
C ry angle, painting Is strongly
vindpo'r
Mo finish** by wbMIng tbs astern
blag* of blllloaalroe away With him la
a very madnoan of anihtutasm. LJoyd.
hfng of thorn alt, loads by eubnorlbina
tth/mOCQ out of hlo own pocket.
After him on* magnate after another
pots himself doom for snormoua sumo
Allan, whose entire manhood haa been
darned ts tbs tupnal *ro<*et. realise
that ha Is ea tho threshold of suoceae
Itiet scene Is described at tha be
ginning oi n book luet published, one
that la n - beet seller* now In Oer-
nsany—* The Tunnel.* by Bernhard
Kellermann. Tha author, who alraad-
het a number of novgja lo hie credit,
haa In this latest work dMmrded tha
ordinary materiel of which berrms and
harolnea am made and dlrlaglr
pressed lutn hlo serjlou Iraa did steal
and coal •‘puwurfut machinery, hog*
maxes at humanity Instead of todlrld-
wale AgafdM this sombjs and W-
mewdous bariortongA man and wn.new
are arraagnd. id be sum. man and do
mes of flash and bleed, bgt they am
secondary. It Ik tho IsftbaV-Ihe great
lube between America aQd Mump*
that Is the here of Xollarmau’S novel
and tho herein* end the villain. To II
all elm :# subservient. ’ !o describing
Its vast ness and grtmneae and fateful
power the Herman sftikrs Into the do
main of Juloa Verne and H a Well*
and. without over employing the oup-
emuotural or manifestly lrr»oeolb*a
rotate thorn on fholr own ground and.
It must bo said, nomas off by no means,
badly.
Man's Orestes* Underlakhif.
After bis dseorlptton of tho mo
mentous meeting on tbs New Tork
hotel roof garden, tha novelist telM
how tho tuarel syndicate, formed Im-
tnodlately after tho magnates had sub
scribed tholr million*, buy* up huge
tracts of land la Now Jersey along
tho Hudson and ooeon front and sola
On work to roar a groat d(y for tho
tunnel workmen. On the streets of
New Tork hundreds of th
- extras * keep random posted, hour by
boar, on the program of tka construe
lion work, th* greatest undertaking
r attorns
‘Best Seller” In Berlin Is Bernhard Kellermann’s “Der Tunnel,” a Daring
Flight of Fancy In Which Is Told How the Two Hemispheres
Were Connected by an Oceanic Subway.
bvorewhaPu-Amorlmaa. Trenchm.a.
Mng'.iehmbn. Gorman*, Itatlann gpsn-
•aril». Kcandlnavtana Chinamna. ns-
grora In tha mining caverns under
tho nreaa Ovary language was hoard
from u • Mackenod digger* working
In trended haste, stark naked, drip,
ping with sweat, driven to saporhu-
m«n a. Movement by tho Indomitable
•nersy of "Mae" Alina
Allah spent day* nt a itm* In tha
tunnst. amid almost unandorabls
h.»t hot ween solid walla of rock,
amid tools and building material pl od
high shout him. driving engtnoore and
foremen and common In borer* to th*
reek and Iron, which burled men be
neath It or «nr» them lo pieces.
la wild panto thay stumbled and
fought I heir way through blinding,
suffocating amok* hurled •ftsmaelvee
unto th* construction trains lined up
along tho track, or. too mad with frar
lo reaann. plunged forward on foot as
If tbit* thay could aver roach tho atigr*
of Now Jersey, aver 280 miles away.
Hundred* of thorn, whom th* eapto-
elon hod oporod. foil la their track*
•titled bj th* smoko or trampled ts
On th* way they met the *neln»efa
young wife and hi* Hill* daushior.
Who. healing ilia nnlm nboet tha tun-
Ml mouth had ventured forth to find
out what wa* the matter. Both foil
back In apprehension as Ihoy caught
sight of the outposts of th* advancing
multitude end hoard ihotr about*
But they enuld not eecapa Ixl by
tha two helplraa ooaa Btoi
brleka began to fly. Allan'* *
struck on lb* brad and foH, ti
lag • Death to • * They boro raj
flag* end bag* placards ea which was
written. “ • Mac.' murderer of 8,000."
High above tholr heads w«r* grotssi’i*
figures ropmsentUg Allan Lloyd, tha
blninastro barker of th* tunnel syadl-^
cat*. B Woolf, and othor* In front
of Ih* nyndlcaiso building la lower
Hr. on way they burned them ft curve
amid furious cheortag.
In affile of strike aud all. Allan kept
grimly at work. Ha addreesod th*
Ilona all over the coun
argument With argument,
away at thorn with a sola ob
feet la view—making jjirm got kack
Hanlc camo-gonufpo panic Com
pared with It th* panic of J*>T that
•hook tho American money market,
was a passing flurry Hardly a day
pasMd without th* failure of eom*
business hous* Huletde* Ilk* Woolf*
became more and more rommon A
banker shot himself In Chicago: a
Hew Tork broker poisoned himself and
hlo entire family A* for tha tunnel
syndicate. It would have gone out at
existence had It not been for Lloyd,
who called tha big shareholder* to
gether and Insisted that they most
stand by tha ship. He was th# first
to dig Into hlo pocket -other* followed
stlllnsea Th* great tunnel was dead.
Even Allan despaired. He locked
himself In his house, refusing to see
anybody. In vain Ethel Uoyd. the one
person who (till seemed to believe in
Rut she porolotel Finally, on* day,
*Sa actually waylaid him as ho erne
Walking, with downcast eye* from th*
tuadol mouth to hi* bouse. Ho could
not docontly tcfuoo to opeak to her.
Ho asked her to earn* I* And. once
oh* hxl hlo ear. Ethel plunged late
hor teak with flashlas eyas asd
quant word*
" Tou must save th* ttint)*11 * she
cried And fir th# fleet time In months
ho woks to Ufa and hid eyes SI*sod.
d th* groat I Jo yd wore In a eon/eo-
re docn the boots flow over the
rid: "Lloyd has agrtod te back
Tho wnrk started up agora with
ftxry of energy that left oil that ha
gone before la th* shad* Owe has
dr*4 thousand man went at H agar
and labored with a murderous cencao
troltos of oaofgy.
America Linked fa Farepe.
Lloyd as loader, multi millbuiatroa
•ho had been efrald to risk a cent la
Ih# undortahing poured thrlr ml'ties*
Ini* H. la th* tubes tho boring me
chines thundered against th* walk at
road, surrounded again by armies of
naked wnrkora. drlpplai with mil.
entiling la th* red glow of th* lan
terns Aad behind all stood Allan,
whipping than Into a hell ef speed:
but now they called him ‘eld |
Mac-
Tear* wont by—flftaea. twenty Her*
the beginning cf the work. Noarer
and nearer the tunnel heads draw In
eoch other, one. whom Strom wee
commander, otretching eat from Jer-
**y eastward, th* ether from the
A term westward, driven forward by
an engineer known as * flat Muollar *
At Mat th* two wore on done that
engineer* glued their oyee on th* daM-
mls rogietorlng machine* by tb* hour
together, hoping Is detect th* sound
of thf work In tho t
guild lb tha dark for tha men dfe-
gltg toward America from Europe.
At last one day the adae ef a blast
-a tunnel was beard in
Feverishly tho mea dug
utmost .notch
ruthlessly
dl or barging laggards end weakling*,
pitching Into tb# work freak armies to
lab#-their plnooa. thinking of nothing
MM ef tha
In spile of the entreaties aad threats
ef the fear-madA*ned man who poured
out ef the stretch of luaael ahead end
clambered onto hi* tratn. ho refused
shield hor lltUs daughter. «eoa the
little girl also sank to the oartb be
ne* I h a cruel ball ef mleallea.
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ef the snotv And on they went, look-
for th* ItlM being,
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• about th* syndicate »
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latent on sollertlng (
ley hastily provt
Rear* of anthaelaeni burnt forth at
'both' sods at tb* bole. * Pbl Moeller,
poking hlo head Into the opening.
- Where is Mkef "
"Here." answered Allan. stleMng
his head Into the other opening the
"Row do you do. Meel* mod
Moo!tor. with n laugh.
* W* ass all right.* said Maw
That waa alL In tb* evening the
newspapers on both alia* ef the ecenn
printed this ceerarest
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BEHIND CLOSED DOORS
By ANNA KATHARINE GREEN
One of the Greatest Mystery Stories Ever Written
(Copyright, 1913, by Anna Katharine
Green.)
TO-DAY’S INSTALLMENT.
You are an observing man,” he re-
markmi 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
it all. t see It many© the time. It’s
black it was.”
“And would you know It if you saw
it again?”
“I’ll hot nay 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?” 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
“Oui,” that of the latter.
He whirled the bag abdut.
”1 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 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 something 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
bouse It was square In shape and
had a high balustrade about It, termi
nating in pillars that supported the
roof. It was the color of this balus
trade which drew hia attention. It
was of a bright and 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 hvs 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 w-on-
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 even this old and ex
perl enced 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 he
stepped back into the kitchen.
“Excuse me,” said be, “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 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,
tho 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 thlnkin' he gave
the count folve dollars for disappointin’
him do ye molnd?”
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 little patience with those who had.
Tests and Surprises.
I T was indeed & 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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But had she died here? It did not fol
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or as she was now called, Mrs. Cam
eron, showed such a disposition to deny
acquaintanceship with the girl, seemed
to argue the existence of something
strangely unpleasant between them.
Y'et 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 mer.
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
*he 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! !
Vas it purely on account of the medi- !
cal case he mentioned? Mr. Gryce felt
himself at liberty to doubt It. And th* 1
scream which had arisen from thl*
house during the marriage ceremony!
\ hence did it come and what did it
mean? He had not realized its impor
tance at the time, but now he felt that
ho must make every effort to discover
both its source and occasion. Turning
to the two men, he remarked In his off
hand way:
“By the way, I heard-something curl
ous about the wedding here. A friend
of mine told me that there waa 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.
“Is It Margaret, ye say? Whin will ,
yez git over talkin’ about her screamin’
!ike 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 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 when the scream you spake
of was heard. Haven’t I told ye that
over an’ over again, ye spalpeen?*’
“When Jeein Doling say me zat, zen
I must hear him.” And so the obsti
nate man had the last word.
To Be Continued To-morrow.
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