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4 2 7 • 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 KOWTHIS WOMAN 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 _ J9J 5'4e 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 ^ltt 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! r D 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. 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, 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- KODAKS "Th« B#«t Flnlthlnf and Enlarg ing That Oan B« Produand “ Eastman Film* and <om- p)etr "tork amateur supplli*. Ire for out-of-town «m*toTju>rs. for Catalog and Pries List. . HAWKES CO. k &°A k Whlt«n«U St.. Atlanta, Ga. Every Woman |r Interested and ahotild know about the wonderful Marvel Douche Ask yoordniEtristfor It. If he cannot sup ply the MARVEL, accept no other, but send stamp (or book. Marvel Co.. 44 E. 23d St.. IT. night 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 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. A naval officer I know canceled a lot of en gagements last week in order to devote the time to his dentist. M I am going on a long cruise,* * ho said, “and I know tho value of good teeth. Good teeth mean good health afloat or ashore and a man can*t do his work well unless he has good health.'* In the army and the navy, and In all great industrial spheres the value of good teeth is being recognized. Statistics prove that sound, clean teeth, pre serve health and promoto busi ness efficiency. 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