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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. imu-a immii 1 jail v i — - 0 “- : " •• " _l ’ : - 1 "■ ■ ! » l-r ■ ■ ■ ... .. . .... ...... v , - TJ . f.-J, ^ ■ 1ERMANY READS OF A TUNNEL FROM AMERICA TO EUROPE! ■ ■ irsiurn ni _ . . . . - . — ■ . ..--r,.,.B rop'y». try ftvtf 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. “■Let thorn Its there' " shouted seam ef the snotv And on they went, look- for th* ItlM being, the first or January t of sbsrvboldtra pack' • about th* syndicate » I their way t* the c 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 Tb* I* Mg enoveh t* allow #f Mueller t sending Mac a bottle at Munich bow. 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- Woman KODAKS "The B«>t Finish!i>e an# KnUro- Ina Th«t Can B« ProdiMMd ’* FMUnm Film* and com plete flock auiAtRur auppllaa. 1m for oiit-ftf-tftwri owtomen. ^8end for Catalog and Price Lie*. A. K. HAWKES CO. 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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. A naval officer I know canceled a lot of en gagements last week in order to devote the time to his dentist. “I am going on a long cruise,* * he said,‘‘and I know tho value of good teeth. 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