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Lady Constance Stewart Richardson \
A Bachelor’s
l^LJC TT TM1MLI Greatest stor y of Its
How to Acquire a Beautiful Figure Dancing.
Diary
1 niL 1 U1N1 > ILL, Kind Since Jules Verne
1 ) EAUTY must be a harmonious time inclining the weight gradually
Bv MAX.
whole. In the figures of the
dance one ungraceful step can
mar the perfection of the rhythmical
charm one i9 trying to produce. In
the physical rhythm of the human
body an ugly arm or hand can spoil
the spell of loveliness.
The question I always ask myself
is: Why, in a world where we are all
under the sway of physical lure, do
we so calmly accept our own imper
fections and those of our children?
We work intelligently for evolution
and growth in health and strength
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
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 tiwing up in gentle curves until
the elbow is about at waist height.
As the weight is swaying to the
proper training in bodily grace, and
the health and ease and beauty it
brings, do not despair—instead, ded
icate 30 minutes morning and even
ing— (one hour out of your day) to
the beautiful art of the dance, and
soon your reward will be great not
only in terms of the pleasure of
pleasant, graceful movement, but in
health, beauty and a gloriously sym
metrical figure, too.
Proper Training.
And make sure that your little chil
dren, and the dear young things all
about you, have the proper begin
nings to insure for them healthy and
beautiful and graceful bodily growth.
Since an ugly arm or hand can so
easily spoil the perfection, of beauty,
suppose, to-day, I show you how
beautiful arms and hands may *De
evolved through proper training. It
seems a far cry from dancing to
beautiful arms and hands, but I shall
try to show you how they may be
gained in the rhythmical movement
and exercise of the classical dance.
As most of the movements of the
classical dance are executed with
high-flexed arch and, the body’s
weight falling on the ball of the foot,
while the instep is held in a firm high
curve, they give of themselves a slen-
Lder grace and power to the too-mucn-
neglected foe*! S3 both of the exer
cises I give you io-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 modem
high-heeled civilization.
, The first picture shows one stage
o 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 arm'
are raised with drooping wrists to
shoulder height. When the arms are
straight lines from shoulder sockets,
raise the wrists and arms simul
taneously until the backs of the hands
just touch above the head.
A Dancing Step.
Now drop the arms slowly, with
rhythmical muscular control, to the
shoulder height again 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 fides, at the same
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FOUND HEALTH
Would Not Give Lydia E. Pink,
ham’s Vegetable Compound
for All Rest of Medicine
in the World.
forward left foot, swing the left arm
out with its line a slight droop from
elbow' to wrist, and the right arm in,
with the forearm curving up almost
perpendicular to the ground, and the
wrist drooping. Swing the arms in
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ywuit. •tTroDlOvT'-
The figfure 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 t*ide 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
die 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
exercise.** will register for you a dis
tinct step toward the acquisition ot
poetically graceful arms and ha.nds.
1
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e Bobbie’s
By WILLIAM F. KIRK.
Pa
Utica, Ohio.—“I suffered everythlnp
from a female weakness after baby 1
. came. I had numb
ttHUjl spells and was
;!ii| 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.
Plnkham’s Vege
table Compound and now I am stout,
well and healthy. I can do all my
own work and can walk to town and
back and not get tired. I would not
five your Vegetable Compound for
all the rest of the medicines In the
world. I tried doctor’s medicines and
they did me no good.”—Mrs. Mary
Earlewine, R. F. D. No, 3, Utica,
Ohio.
Another Case.
Nebo, Ill.—’Y was bothered for ten
pears with female troubles and the
floctors 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. Plnk-
fiam’s Vegetable Compound curing
female troubles that I got a bottle ol
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
(f for years, and tell everybody what
the Compound has done for me. I
believe I would not be living to-day
but for that -Mrs. Hettia Giseu-
fcaceu Nuba-
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 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
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 diden’t
kno\v 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 J
spelled her naim rong. I spelled it
without a Y, I 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 £ite 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 sfiow to
Grace:
Littel Grayce, charming Grayce,
I luv wire voice, / luv your fayce. '
Thou art the idol of my hart,
d from thy side Til never part.
Sum day teen I am grown to man
hood
& decside to marry, a9 every man
shood,
ril cum to you. deer, irith a smile,
And ask to lead you up the aisle.
Thou art the sweetest gurl in this
place,
J/t/ 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
in so yung telling gurls that I luv
them wen I doant luv them at all, 1
sed.
You have got to do that, sed Pa, to
git along Why, wen I was yure age
I toald all the gurl I luved them, Pa
1 toald all the gurls I luved them, Pa
me, but I could see thay did. I was
vary hansum as a boy, sed Pa, & I
had a grate wav 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, <Si 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 1
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 wjthin,
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. 1 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, especial!v 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 bell^
“Indeed, yes,” she confidently re
plied; “they’re clever in their mim
icry, but one can always tell gentle
men, no matter how disguised. I’m
dying to find out who they are.”
Every Man Needs One.
Boob—For the love of Mike, what’s an
industrial bureau?
Simp—That’s one that your collar but
ton can’t hide under.
A UGUST 10.—I have wondered
ever since the accident why
Sally did not come to me, and
learned this morning. She had sailed
for Europe the day before and was
on the ocean the day Richards re
ceived Mrs. Allen’s telegram to come
at once.
I am glad she is away. If she were
here and did not come I would suf
fer all the pangs of an abused and
neglected boy, and if she came, good- |
ness alone knows what I would say
or do in my weakness. I am sure 1
would demand the rights of a sick
man to her devotion, or fret myself
into a fever if she refused.
I had a note from her to-day, writ
ten in Paris.
My dear big brother,” she wrote,
“I can’t tell you how alarmed I was
at reading in the cable news in a
Paris paper of your accident. I hope
that the charge of exaggeration al
ways made against the press is true
this time. I receive daily cables re
garding your condition from the doc
tor, and he assures me you are get
ting along all right. You know, my
dear big brother, I need you. You
are more than all the world to me.
“SALLY.”
Isn’t that Just like a woman? She
puts in that word “brother” twice to
make me realize that I am no mere
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 nfany,
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. V loved
you and had been trying to tell you
for more than a year.”
“But you don’t,” I added, “you love
Jack.”
“Yes,” she repeated, dully, “I love
Jack. He is my husband, and, of
course, I love him. The law many
centuries ago ordained that a wife
should love her husband, and 1
wouldn’t presume to question the
law.”
She laughed a little bitterly. “But
suppose,” s*he 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 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 sulky
to be treated s*o. and she 'aught 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.
1 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
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 1 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 1 get well
“You know, Max,” the doctor said to
me very frankly this morning, "fome-
thing went wrong with your spine in
that fall, and we have a fight ahead
of va” , . .
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
tlie nowhere from her arms.
Takes Her Nap.
August 12*—I do not suffer any
K reat puin, only the pain of weari
ness. and the nurse is so patient and
tender I am ashamed to complain of
that.
1 am bolstered up in bed a rew
hours every morninK 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," I said thiB morning, turning
I to her, "you must never leave Ma
nette. You—” I had never told any
one this before—"will And yourself a
rich woman.”
"I will never leave Manette under
any circumstances,” she said some
what hrrkenly. “and I don’t want to
be a rich woman. I only want you
to get well so that we may all go
back home, and be happy there again
I am so thankful every day, Mr. Max,
that I work for the kindest and best
man that ever breathed.”
it was a tribute that pleased me.
I tried to tell her so, and the next
moment she was on her knees be
side my bed. sobbing with her face
in the bed covers.
Read what the New York Times said about this great story—The
Times printed an extract of it—We give you the story itself—You can
begin it by reading the first installment to-morrow in The Georgian!
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GERMANY READS OF A TUNNEL FROM AMERICA TO EUROPeI
THE NEW YORK TIMES. SUNDAY. AUGUST 3. 1913.
S URNS' the roof (v4n aheve
the thirty-sixth floor of * eo-
loeeal hotel la Now York New
Torn of tho future. Th«f« oro.
hmthrrrd tho rlchaot majtnAtM In tho
country, mo* who unonf thoos wr
Mo billion upon billion of <toHor*
One of them orrlro* In hla Mrsply*.
from which ho londa on tho y*rr roof
nnnlrn Itself. On* of than la I.loy*
n veritable I. T. Moreno, rrnownrd
throughout tho world no tho moat
“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.
Bvoa Allan daapolrod. Ho locked
hlmooif In hla hone* refuels* to aoo
nnyhodn In vain Ethel I-lord, tho on#
person who otlll ooomrd to hoUova In
him. sought to ooo him. *ho oonM
Thor oro gathaood to loom about a
plan evolved hr on rnglaaor. n mao
comparatively young rompnrattvaly
unknown, who nroda thalr financial
baching. Allan la hla nnmo—'- Mas -
Allan.
(Using mod sot ly from bis place, amid
broathlcaa attention from an throe
■ana. tho money king, of the day.
i from Mo
a ptoco of chalk, gone
and draws two llaoa. One. bo oars, is
America, tho other Ruropo.
“ Between those two.* bo adds. * t
Mad myself to build, within tho ppaco
of fifteen yearn a submarine tunnel
aad to send trains through It from
one continent to the other In twenty
four bourn i *
Tho flesh Ugh to of the photographers
gathered on the roof burnt forth
thousands of people parked la
otraota thirty-six
that Uia flrat aot In tb# great dram,
has hogua. aad roar thelf esdtamri
Allan In the ma “
Into flguron. tnktn
angle, painting Is streagtp and
Nut oho persisted. Finally, eae
aha actually waylaid Mm aa ha
walking, with dnwnoaot area fToit
, — z — tbor panrad through tho alrroto of the leg * Death lo • Mac * They boro rad Ftafc eam-gnnalne peak* Cam- U
•»**• ***** H m ,or * **•"» *■ Ploro* Improvised dtp toward Allans real- flags end huge placards on which was pared with It tho paalr of IWJT. that ^ ^ and.
Chinaman, no- In wtM panic they «mlM aad done*. wnMan. - Mae.' murderer of MOO * .hook U. Am.rtcea money market. *T ro ,. ( ptaegwf
rroea la the stifling caverns under taught thalr way Utrwugh blinding. On tbs way they aa th. oruhaev* High above hdr beads were grotesque was a passing Burry Hardly a day *\! , * 1 “ ,
language was heard suffocating smoke hurl«d Ni.m-.lv., youag wtfa .ad hi. mil. dnoghter. figure. rspr...aflpg Allan lAeyd. the pwl without tho failure of omno
*—— of tho tunool oyadl > howaeoa house Suicide. IIhe Woolfs . „„„ tha ,
orled And fur the first th
from the blackened digger, working unto the construction trains lined up who. hearing tl
In trended hoots, stork naked, drip- along tho traok. o*. too mad with fear a.I mouth, had ventured forth to find cats, ft Woolf, aad o
Pina wjth sweat, driven to auperho- to reason, plunged forward on foot as out what wee the matter, noth fail «f th. ayndleefOa building In lower bank
men achievement by lhe Indomitable If thus ll..y eeuld ever reach the shore bach la eppr.h.neion go thay naught limaiwey th.v burned time, figures New York broker patootu-d hlmadf end
ray of Mac Allan. of Now Jersey, over 280 saline swap, eight of tho outposts of tho adraaclag emM furious Cheering. his entire family. As for tho tunnel
«bo Hundreds of them, whom tho oaplo- multitude and heard their eheota In epH# of strike aad alt Allan hep! oyndlaate. H would have gone not of
thU la their tmafcn But they emaM aot eoeape Lod hy grimly at work. He addressed the eil.teaae had It aot Men for Lloyd.
.. . - - - - * * a ** or UlT,,lrt •• drenalod oremou. tho mob oleaod la on workmen s oalona all over tke nous- wko called the Ma shareholders lo-
toola and building malarial piled death by lh.tr comrades. the two h.tptcm ones Stones aad try. met argument With argument, get her sad Instate that they mast
oe.-struetlon traia a me- bvtaha began te fly. ABaa’s wtfa wao pound-1 away at them with a eels oh- stand hy the shir He was tha first
Allan spent darn s
tunnel, amid almost noend arable etea t
hret. between solid walla ef rack. stifled by t
high about Mm. driving an gin.
f»ery angle, i
aemvtiwdpgty.
■a flushes
by whirling the
blags of billionaires away with him In
hfuTIf them all. lands by euhoe
d26.onp.ooo
Altar him i
beveled to tho tghaol protoot. reolIsM
that ho Ip a* tho throaholo of auooeee
Thai aoeaa Is described at the be-
gtootug ef a booh Just pubUahod. oue
that la a - host sailor* now In Oar-
many—“The Tunnel." by Bernhard
■.Hermann The author, who alruad-
had a number af novpia to
has In this latest work dls
uala Agnfggt this pomb|
meademe background aaaa
are arraogod. id he sure, mem aad
men of flash aad blood. M^t they
secondary. It B
that la the hare ef KeUannaan's navel
end the heroine aad the villein. To H
L * tn daocrtWag
ness and fateful
■ strikes Into the do
main af Ju'ee Verna aad H. O. Walla,
and. without aver -mploying the sup-
emuatural or manifestly lmpnaslkkn
meet* them on their own ground aad.
It moot bo aeld. onmaa off by no moan,
badly.
Man’s Greatest l itdertekfnf.
After hi# description of the mo-
m.ntoua meeting on the Hew Tork
hotel roof garden, tba novelist trim
bow tho tunnel syndicate, formed Im
mediately after tho magnates Had aub-
ecribed their millions, buys up huge
trade of land la Now Jersey aloeg
tho Hudson and oaaaa front aad aets
in work to rear a great city far the
tunnel workman. On the streets of
New Yaetr hundreds ot thuuoaade of
- extras “ keep readers posted, hour by
hour, net «Hr progress of tho oo not rue
non work, the greatest uadartaklng
selag up thousands of men
discharging laggards aad
pitching Into
take.tbelr places, thinking of
■ of mil so of
I ho sMf streets about tho oyndlrato building
months aad fought thalr way to tho caehlm o
. dlrtdej
With the g _
Uoyd aad the others, tho eeehlorAnd-
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-
markii to Peter, “and seem to have no
ticed this girl closely. Was this bag
she carried a small, yellow one?”
“It was not. thin,” that person em
phatically replied, while the butler
shook his head. “It was small, that It
was, but not a mark .of yellow about it
at all. I see it manys the time. It’s
black it was.”
“And would you know It if you saw
It again?”
“I’ll hot say that, sur; but I could
tell if it wur the same kind of one.”
Mr. Gryce smiled and produced from
his capacious pocket the bag which
had been found by him in the doctor’*
phaeton.
"Was it like this one?” he asked,
holding it up between the two men,
with the Initials toward Peter, and
the blank side toward the butler.
“No,” was the former's reply, and
”Oul,” that of the latter.
He whirled the bag about.
”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 time 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!” w’fts his mental ejaculation
But he saw sometnlng the next mo
ment—having by this tinje stepped into
the yard—which called from him some
thing more than an excalamtlon. This
was a small piazza, built one or two
steps from the ground, for the use, as
It appeared, of the servants of the
house. It was squar« In shape and
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 hrs eye along the
balustrade with the most careful scru
tiny. Suddenly he paused, looked clos
er, and gave utterance to a sound ex
pressive of satisfaction and keen won
der. From the supporting pillar near
est the steps a portion of paint had
been rubbed, of the size and shape of
the smudge on Mildred Farley’s dress,
and dried Into the thin coating yet re
maining was a woolly fuzz so evidently
blue In color that even 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 thinkin’ he gave
the count foive dollars for disappointin'
him do ye moind?”
And Peter, evidently thinking he had
got the laugh on the butler this time,
laughed himself, long and loud.
But Mr. Gryce did not laugh. A prob
lem dark with mysterien waa before him,
and he had no disposition to mirth, and
but little patience with those who had.
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I T was indeed a serious discovery he
had made; how serious he could not
yet determine. That the girl who
had brought home Miss Gretorex’s
dresses, and who had been with her on
the very evening Bhe was married, was
the same one who had been carried dead
into Mrs. Olney’s parlor at or near mid-
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no doubt.
But had she died here? It did not fol
low, though the fact that Miss Gretorex,
or ms 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 tragio end of the girl.
Ladles of Mrs. Cameron’s stamp are
invariably cowards when It comes to
appearing in a police court, or before a
magistrate as a witness. Even 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 Molesrworth to com
municate his position to the Camerons!
Was it purely on account of the medi
cal case he mentioned? Mr. Gryce felt
himself at liberty to doubt 1L And the
scream which had arisen from this
house during the marriage ceremony!
Whence did it come and what did it
mean? He had not realized Its impor
tance at the time, but now he felt that
he must make every effort to discover :
both its source and occasion. Turning
to the two men, he remarked in his off
hand way:
"By the way, I heard something curi
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 tfie ceremony. Was that so?”
“Oul, monsieur,” quoth Jean, “zat I
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 ze
house?'’
“No. but don’t we know she wasn’t?
Jim Dolan says she w’as In his little
hack room whin the scream you spake
of was heard. Haven’t I tokl ye that
over an’ over again, ye spalpeenV‘
"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-morroMr.
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