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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
>e so calmly accept our own imper
fections and those of our children?
We work intelligently for evolution
and growth in health and strength
and brain power; but beauty and
grace we accept in the old supersti
tious fairy-tale fashion as the gift of
the good fairies—and we fold our
hands in the supposedly philosophical
decision that either we have it or we
have it not. Not at all! Either we
have beauty or we set about getting
it—if we have brains enough to ac
quire anything!
It is a simple thing to train the
human body in the right way—the
way it should go—in the beginning,
but it is hard to alter bodily faults
pnce 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 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 mving up in gentle curves until
the elbow is about at waist height.
As the weight is swaying to the
r
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
coon 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
seems a far cry from dancing to
beautiful arms and hands, but I shall
try to show r 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,
Nvhile 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.
Poise 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
shoulder height. When tho arms are
straight lines from shoulder sockets,
raise the wrists and arm? simul
taneously until the backs of the hands
just touch above the head.
A Dancing Step.
Now drop the arms slowly, w r ith
rhythmical muscular control, to the
shoulder height again and turn the
arms so the palms are alternately up
and down parallel to the floor. Then,
With palms down, sink the arms
gradually to the sides, at the same
HOW THIS WOMAN
FOUNDJEALTH
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
- _ jywt **
WUTS. inoDlOAT-
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 slide 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
exercises will register for you a dis
tinct step toward the acquisitipn ot
poetically graceful arms and hands.
Little Bobbie’s Pa
By WILLIAM F. KIRK.
j Lady Constance Stewart Richardson
A Bachelor’s
HTT ir TT TKTMT7T Greatest story of Its
How to Acquire a Beautiful Figure Dancing.
Diary
InL I ININH.L. Kind Since Jules Verne
0
TTttca, Ohio.—^1 suffered everythin!
from a female weakness after baby
came. I had numb
spells and was
dizzy, had black
HlH spots before my
eyes, my back
ached and I waa
so weak I could
hardly stand up
My face w-as yel
low, even my fin
ger nails were
colorless and I
had displacement.
I took Lydia E.
Pinkham’s Vege-
•able Compound and now I am stout,
yell and healthy. I can do all my
Dwn work and can walk to town and
back and not get tired. I would not
give your Vegetable Compound for
HI the rest of the medicines in the
world. I tried doctor’s medicines and
they did me no good.”—Mrs. Mary
ICarlewine, R. F. D. No. t, Utica,
Ohio.
H, husband, sed Ma to Pa last
nite, I have the cutest thing to
tell you. Our deer llttel 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 thi9
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
j jest like a prince helping out a prin-
• cess, Ma sed. Did you enjoy yure
i 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 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
j Ma, beekaus she luffed at me wen I
spelled her naim rong. I spelled it
without a Y, I sed, & that is the way
j to spell Grace.
Bobbie, Pa sed, I tell you what to
I do. If you want to win littel Grayce,
j 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
i that, sed Ma. He has a littel boy
| frend that rites good poetry, littel
j 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:
Another Case.
N«bo, 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-
Vegetable Compound curing
ale troubles that I got a bottle ot
did me more good than any
thing else I ever took and now It has
ured me. I feel better than I have
>r years, and tell everybody what
TAttcl Grayce, charming Grayce,
I luv yure voice, I luv your fayce.
Thou art the idol of my hart,
| d- from thy side I'll never part.
, Sum dap teen I am grown to man
hood
& deeside to marry, as every man
shood,
I 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. %
in so yung telling gurls that I luv
them wen I doant luv them at all, I
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 &ee thay did. I was
vary hansum as a boy, sed Pa, & 1
had a grate way with the ladies. I
used to write them verses & thay
threw down 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.
Clever Hostess.
A German band happened to play
under the windows of a house in a
fashionable neighborhood the other
afternoon, when Mrs. B. was "at
home." They were a fair specimen cf
their kind—blaring and noisy, yet
correct in their time and altogether
in movement from long practice. The
butler started out to drive them away,
for they interrupted the music within,
but Mrs. B. ordered him to Invite
them in. A happy thought struck her.
"Ladies and gentlemen,” she said,
five minutes later, “a party of our
friends have consented to give an im
itation of a street band. I now have
the pleasure of Introducing them.”
Then the six members of the or
ganization filed awkwardly into place
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?” was
asked of a belle
"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-
By MAX.
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 I
would demand the rlghta 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 feejings. 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 tfo 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.” ?he repeated, “that I loved
you, and told you so.”
Sally is a very handsome woman.
I Yecall 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, ‘T think
I would make you realize as you have
never realized what it is to have a
man’s love. But this is nonsense, for.
of course, there is Jack.”
"Yes,” she said, "there is Jack. Max
go home! You are so good-looking
to-night you are dangerous.”
I laughed, for I thought it was only
more of her nonsense.
“Go home,” she repeated. I got up
and started for the steps, rather milky
to be treated ho, 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 so
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 w’idow, but if I had had
any sense I believe I could have made
those ten days the happiest of her
life.
And now-, instead of being grateful
that I have been saved from wrong
doing, I look at myself with disgust
because I didn’t recognize my oppor
tunities. She was humiliated because
of the manner in which her husband
slighted her; her heart was mine all
the time, and she couldn’t tell me, and
I was too big a dolt to see.
When I get well, If I get well
"You know, Max,” the doctor said to
mo very frankly this morning, "some
thing went wrong with your spine in
that fall, and we have a fight ahead
of us.” .
So there Is an ‘‘if’ connected with
my future that is the biggest “if” I
have met in my troubled existence.
It is all right. If I win I will fight
for Sally. Right or wrong, that is my
intention. If I lose, I hope I will have
ample warning that the struggle is
going against me, so that they may
get Sally here and I can slide out into
the nowhere from her arms.
Takes Her Nap.
August 12—I 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 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 her morning walk, and Rich
ards sits beside me—patient, faith
ful Richards
"If anything happens to me, Rich
ards." 1 said this morning, turning
i to her, "you must never leave Ma
nette. Tou—’’ 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
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!
E
THE NEW YORK TIMES. SUNDAY, AUGUST 3, 1913.
rj.-jj.ji an ■ 1r—
r-*5—
GERMANY READS OF A TUNNEL FROM AMERICA TO EUROPE
S CMW*' tNe tW •Vdea Ibevs
the thirty-sixth new of .
lreeaal hotel la New Tor* - New
York of the future. Thera are.
Fathered the richest nuatin la Ike
country, tnee who a moot them poe-
toaa billion upon billion of dollar*.
One of theta arrives la hie aetopleJi*.
Crum which he leads ea the very KwH
Carden Itself. Oae of theta Is Uefd.
a veritable J. F. Morgan, renowned
throughout the world ea the meet
daring and formidable and successful
af (manatees
Thar are gathered te team shoot a
plan evolved hr ea engineer, a man
comparatively r*>un*. compere'll ely
unknown, whe needs their financial
hacking. Allan la his name—- Mae ~
Allan.
‘‘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.
breath leaa I
■nan. the a
whom he <
much leaa to Internet In hie protect.
Alton taken from hie treueere pork-t
a piece of chalk, geee te a block hoard,
and drawn twe tinea. Oae, ha eara. Is
America, the other Mnrepe.
- Between theee tern.’ he ad da * I
Mad mreelf to build, within the space
of fifteen reara. a submarine tunnel
aad to send trains through H from
one continent to the other la twenty
tour hours! -
The raehltghte of the ph'Aographere
gathered aa the roof hurst forth end
thousands of people packed la the
streets thirty.!* stories below knew
that the ft ret act la the groat drama
has begun aad roar thetf excRemrot.
Allan In the meantime has plunged
•ate flgurea takteg ap the plan from
C ry angle, painting Is strongly aad
rtDcIngty.
Me flashes by whirling the ssssm-
hlage of MlUoaalreu ewer with hhn to
a very madness of aathaeiaeea Ueyd.
Mng of then all. leads b]
*33.000.000 out of his owi
After hire sue raeguate efts
pots himself down for enormi
d ts the tupeql pro set. reel lees
•hat he Is ea the threehelo et suneean
That aoene ts described at the be
ginning of a book Just published, one
that ts a '•beet seller - now ta Osr-
meay—“ The Tun net,” by Bernhard
Kellemkaan. The author, who alreed”
had a number of aovple to hie or~1H
has In this latest work discarded the
_ *•- rt,,r through the streets of the tag - Death te • Mae ” They here red Fbafb eams-gmwtne panto fSm-
Kngiiehmea. Germane TUltbna dpan- aeath It nr tore them to plecea Improvised sitf toward Allas e rest- flege and here placards ea which was pored with it the panic of 100T that
hcaadlnavlana Chinamen, ne- la wild panic they stumbled aad dance written. ” • Mac. murderer <H MOOT shook the American money market,
ernra la the stifling caverns under fought their way through blinding. Oa the way they met the enrlnenm High shove their heads warn grotesque was e passing flurry Hardly a day
the arena **bduage was heard suffocating smoke, hurled thrmaalvee young wife and ho little dauehtcr. figures representing Alina Ueyd. the passed without the failure of some
from the blackened diggers, working onto the construction tralne lined up who, hearing the noise nbnul the tun- hlillnnatre backer of the tunnel eyndl-, business house, •uleldra like Wool To
tn Urailed hosts, stark naked, drip- along the track, or. tea mad with fear nal mouth, had venture* forth to rind cam g Woolf, and others, ta front became move aad more common A
piaa with sweat, driven te enperhu- to meson, plunged forward on foot aa out Wool was the matter Doth foil «f the eradicates building la lower beaker shot himself In Chicago; a
by the ladomltoble If thpe they could ever reach the shore back tn apprehension aa they caught Headway they burned these flgurea flew Terk broker poteoned himself end
sight of the outposts of the advancing amid furious cheering. bto entire family. Aa for tbs tunnel
lime In the Hundreds of them, whom the aspic- multitude end hear* their shouia la eplte of strike and alt. Aden kept syndicate. H would have gone out of
energy .if " Mac “ Allan.
Allen spent days at a
.durable
heel, between eoltd Welle of rock.
amid tools and building material plied death
•f New Jer
Hundreds of them, whom the «
elon had spared; fell ta their track* But they «
aimed by the amoke or trampled to trend'd worn
by thelr comrades
•Id n
raps Led hr grtmty ai t
high about him. driving engineers and O a construction train a shot dte- bricks began tn fly, Allan a wife waa pounded away at them with a at
fmames and common laborers to tbs to ace front the scene of tbs explosion struck ea I be head aad feU. trying to jest la view- making Jf> cm get
i for Lloyd.
> called the Mg shareholders fre
instated that they mast
stand by the ship. He was the first
to dig tots bis rocket—oChere followed
stillness Tbs great tuaael was desA
Brea Allan despaired. He locked
himself la his houes refusing te eee
anyhods la vela Ethel Lloyd, the ewe
person Who still seemed to believe ta
him. sought to eee him. dhe could
go*
Rut she ;>ersteted Finally, one day,
she actually wevtald him ea ha was
walking, wtih downcast eyas from the
tuaael mouth to hie banes He could
not decently refuse to speak to her.
He asked her to corns is And. ones
she bed Ma ear. Ethel ole aged Into
her task with flashing ayes aad atov^
quant words
” Tots mast save the tuawall - She
cried Aad for the first time la men the
be uroke to life aad Ma eyas Vaead.
•But am havu aa ntenuy.- he eto
looted
“ Have yea sees
•nd «
mansae of humaalty Instead of Individ
uals. > gt. trig! this eerabp and tr%-
nanAoti* Darkgtoufd men and owe
are arranged, to be ears mea aad wo
men ot flash and bleed, bet they are
serrepdary. It B the tsnheV-the treat
tabs between America a*d Bureps
that ta the here ef Kellermaan'e novel
and the heroine and the minis Te It
afl alee • subservient. ' 1c describing
Its vastnees and erlmn.ee and fatsful
poorer the German strikes tnte the do
main of Jules Verne end H. O. Wells
and. without ever employing the eup-
emuatural or manifestly Impossible,
meets them cn their own ground and.
tt must be anlA eomaa off by na menae»
badly.
Men's Orealrrt Undertaking
After his description of the me-
men (cue meeting on the New York
hotel roof garden, tbn novellet telte
how the tunnel eradicate, termed Im
mediately after the magnates had sub
scribed their millions buys up huge
tracts of land ta New Jersey along
the Hudson and eoaaa front and ‘seta
to work te rear a great city for the
tunnel workmen. On the streets of
Nsw York hundreds ef thousands ef
* extras " keep readers posted, hour by
hour, on the progress of the cowetrur-
truiloa ef energy.
America Linked te Preps
The deed tunnel ctfleo awnba W
who had been afraid to risk a coat he
the undertaking poured their mil Howe
Into It In the tubas the boring lun
ch tnee thundered against the wage ef
naked workers dripping with sweet,
shining In lb* red glow et the laa-
terna Aad behind all stood Allan,
whipping them Into a holt of i
known aa •
At last the twe were se close t
engineer* glued their eyes on the d
onto regimenng meehlnee by the h
the two tunnels mlaced each ethert
groped Ik the dark for the ■
toward the eouad At last, breaking
down a wall af earth aad reck, they
sew, through a narrow hot* ether
mew-Muettcr'e men I
•tonne of eathustaem barat forth ee
both ends ef the bole. • mt Mueller.
Seine up thousand* ef men ruthlessly
dlarherging laggard* and weaklings
pitching Into the werh froah armies to
lahe-thetv places thinking af nothing
me af the
In eplte ef the eatreatiee n
of the fear-maddened
out of the stretch ef ti
shield her tittle daughter Been the
• girl alee seek to the earth be
neath n cruel hall of mbwllee
" Let them lie there! ” shouted er nee
of the men. And on they to
’temple the eyndtoate erne eared,
at least for the time being
On th» first ef January a huge
crowd of shareholders partied the
street' Shout the syndicate building
aad faughl thetr way te the reeht
office. Intent on collect In* dlvMr
With
Ueyd i
" Hew do you C* Mas?* seed
Mueller, with a laugh
- We are all right” aald Mas
That was aO. In the evening the
newspapers on both at dee ef the ocean
printed this conversation, held time'
sands of feet under (he ass The
workman had eeoa dug the hale Mg
enough 1* allow of Mueller s sending
Mao a bottle ef Munich beer.
Tweaty-foer year* bed napped
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-
markiJ to Peter, “and seem to have no
ticed this gir! 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 manya the time. It’s
black it was.*
“And would you know it if you saw
St again?”
“I’ll hot say that, sur; but I could
tell if it wur the same kind of one.”
Mr. Gryce smiled and produced from
his capacious pocket the bag which
had been found by him in the doctor’s
phaeton.
“Was it like this one?” 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 about.
”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 ha<I
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 ttme 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 sometnlng the next mo
ment—having by this time stepped into
the yard—which called from him some
thing more than an exoalamtion. This
was a small piazza, built one or two
steps from the ground, for the use, as
it appeared, *of the servants of th«
house. It was squar# 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 his 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 lira 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 ev^n 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 he
stepped back Into the kitchen.
"Excuse me," said he, “but what a
fine porch you have outside. I think
I will come and visit you some even
ing next summer. Fun out there, eh?"
"Well, now, do you hear that?”
laughed good-natured Peter.
“And 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 axln about,
the count there bought a pot o’ paint
and wlnt 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 thinkln’ he gave
the count foive 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 a serious discovery he
had made; how serious he could not
yet determine. That the girl who
had brought home Miss Gretorex’s
dresses, anti 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-
lght of that same day, there could be
no doubt.
But had she died here? It did not fol
low, though the fact that Miss Gretorex,
or as she was now called, Mrs. Cam
eron, showed such a disposition to deny
acquaintanceship with the girl, seemed
to argue the existence of something
strangely unpleasant between them.
Yet it need not have been anything con
nected with the tragic end of the girl
Ladles of Mrs. Cameron’s stamp are
invariably cowards when it comes to
appearing in e 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
she 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 the
scream which had arisen from this
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
o 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 was a big
■scream In the house right in the middle
of the ceremony. Was that so?”
“Oui, monsieur,” quoth Jean, “zat
Marguerite scream all ze time, and she
scream zen.”
Peter smiled Indulgently.
“Is It Margaret, ye say? Whin will
yez git over talkin’ about her screamin'
like a fool. Sure 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 zc
house?”
“No. but don’t we know she wasn’t?
Jim Dolan says she was in his little
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