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2 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 Woman KODAKS Th« B««t F|nl«hIn# BRd (ultra In* That Cam B* Produ*ad.'» K.uUnan Film* and cora- ploif stork amateur Hipp'd?*, ire for ont-«f-town easterner*. for Catalog and Prlee List. HAWKES CO. *88# Whitehall 81, Atlanta. Ga. Is Interested and should know about the wonderful Whirling Sprey Douche Ask yoardruggist for it. If he cannot sup ply the MARVEL, accept no other, but Fend itamp for book. Marvel Co.. 44 E. 23d St., N.Y* *>ack room when the scream you spake of was heard. Haven’t I told ye that over an’ over again, ye spalpeen?” agal . . . . When Jeem 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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