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Lady Constance Stewart Richardson on How to Acquire a Beautiful Figure Dancing. B EAUTY must be & harmonious whole. In the figures of the dance one ungraceful step can mar the perfection of the rhythmical charm one Is trying to produce. In the physical rhythm of the human body an ugly arm or hand can spoil the spell of loveliness. The question I always ask myself is: Why, in a world where we are all under the sway of physical lure, do we so calmly accept our own Imper fections and those of our children? 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 w* 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- qaire anything! It is a simple thing to train the human body in the right way—the ■way it should go—in the beginning, but It is hard to alter bodily faults once they have come. However, if you have come to maturity without time inclining the weight gradually to the entire foot. Practice this with gradually receding and increasing tempo, and finally do it as you walk forward on tiptoe, or as near as you can manage to this toe position. The second picture is a little danc ing step that can be practiced at :i walking tempo until enough facility is gained to do it merrily and ligutly 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 swing 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 hrrn or hand can so easily s^oil the perfection of beauty, auppoee, 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 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 der grace and power to the too-much- neglected foot. In both of the exer cises I give you to-day the body must be poised lightly and springlly 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 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 sides, at the same HOWTHIS WOMAN FOUND HEALTH — Would Not Give Lydia E. Pink, ham’s Vegetable Compound for All Rest of Modi cine 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 , - w* ywaiE. «rcooio.«r» 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 side 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 Angers, 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 acquisition of poetically graceful arms and hands. Little Bobbie’s Pa By WILLIAM F. KIRK. Utica, Ohio.—suffered ererythfni from a female weakness after baby , cam*. I had numto spells and was dizzy, had black spots before my eyes, my back ached and I was so weak I could My face was yel- j low, even my fin- j grr nails wers colorless and I had displacement. ( I took Lydia K. Plnkham's Vege table Compound and now I am stout, well and healthy. I can do all my swn work and can walk to town and back and not get tired. I would not give 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 Earlewlne, R. F. D. No. &, Utica, Ohio. Another Case Nebo, ni/—"I was bothered for ten years with female troubles and th« doctors did not help me. I was so weak and nervous that I could not do my work and every month I had to spend a few datys in bed. I read so many letters about Lydia E. Pink- ham’s Vegetable Compound curing female troubles that I got a bottle of it. It did me more good than any thing else I ever took and now it has cured me. I feel better than I have for years, and tell everybody what the Compound has done for me. 1 believe I would not be living to-day but for that.**—Mrs. HecUs LuiUUA, 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 ble rowed her all oaver the lake this morning. How perfeckly cunning, Ma sed. To think of our gallant littel son beelng a Romeo. I aint no Romeo, I toald Ma. x 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 know how to row it & I wanted to row, so I got in &*rowed the bote. I dident like her vary much, I toald Ma beekaus she laffed at me wen I spelled her naim rong. I spelled it without a Y, 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 rite her a poem. I will rite her a poem for you to reed to her, sed Pa, & you can say you rote it. Bobbie will lose her sure if he tries that, sed Ma. He has littel boy frend that rites good poetry, littel Georgie Crowley, & he can git him to rite the poem. No, sed Pa, I will rite the poem. So Pa went & got a sheet of paper and rote this poem for me to show to Grace: Littel Grayce, charming Grayce, / luv yure voice, J luv your fayce. Thou art the idol of my hart, d from thy side I'll never part. Sum day wen I am grown to man hood . d decside to marry, as every man 1 shood, 1’U cum to you, deer, with a smile. And ask to lead you up the aisle. Thou art the sweetest purl in this place, My darling Grayce. I aint going to show her that, 1 ! toald Pa. I doant luv her & she aint my sweethart, I 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 I toald all the gurls I luved them, Pa me, but I could see thay did. I was vary hansum as a boy, sed Pa, & 1 had a grate way with the ladies. 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 A 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 nnd 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 aaked 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.” A Bachelor’s Diary Greatest Story of Its Kind Since Jules Verne By MAX. A UGUST 10.—l 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 1 would say or do In my weakness. I am sure I 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, ‘1 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 moro 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. 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! 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. In looking backward I find every reason for believing that her oppo sition to the widow was not actuated entirely by sisterly feelings. The look of warnings she sent me, and many, many telegrams to beware of the woman who was pursuing me, are proof to me that Sally loved me then, and I did not know it. “You are so stupid,” she ^aid-to me once, “that if a woman were in love 1 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 to tell you for more than a year.” "But you don’t,” I added, "vou 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,” she repeated, "that I loved you, and told you so.” Sally Is a very handsome woman. I recall that on this occasion, sh* 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 smlky to be treated so, 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 ami whispered that I was a dear, big stupid. And do you know, Diary. I wonder now w’hat 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 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 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 me very frankly this morning, "some thing went wrong with your spine in that fall, and we have a fight ahead of ua” 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 elide out into the nowhere from her arms. Takes Her Nap. August 12—1 do not suffer any great pain, only the pain of weari ness, and the nurse is so patient and tender I am ashamed to complain of that. I am bolstered up In bed 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 en* 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. "Tf anything happens to me. Rich ards.” I said this morning, turning j to her, “you must never leave Ma nette You—” I had never told any one this before—"will find yourself a rich woman.” "I will never leave Manette under any circumstances,” she said some what brokenly, "and I don’t want to be a rich woman. I only want you to get well so that we may all go back home, and be happy there again I am so thankful every day, Mr. Max. that I work for the kindest and best man that ever breathed.** It was a tribute that pleased me. I tried to tell her so. and the n**xt moment she was on her knees be side my bed, sobbing with her face in the bed covers. THE NEW YORK 'nsmmaM TIMES. SUNDAY, AUGUST 3. 1913. V 3 *3 rr" '• 1 . - S st.tft: tti« im( |V4n a***v* th*. thirty-filth floor of . on- loaaol hot.* lu Now TorW - New Tor* of tho futur* Thor* fro, rr h»r»4 tho totrheot roaxitatee In thf ecuat-y. men who among thorn iww- mw Mii'on upon Mi lan of dollar* On a of than arrlrra In hlf aampt'Uio, from which ho loads oo tho rrry font Kmrdon Itself. Oma of thorn la Lloyd. • veritable j. r. Morion, rnwnail throughout tho world oo tho moot daring and formidable and oueooanful of flnenolrr* They oro garhomd to Inn about a plan ovolrod by an ongtnoor, a man comparatively young, compnrntlvaly unknown, who neede thetr flnanoal baching. AUaa la hU name—” Mao * Allan. Rising modrotb from Mo place, amid toraattilaoo attondow from all them mar. tho money hinge of tho day. whom bo nmrooly hoped to moot, tunr.h Moo to Interest lo Ma rrajwt. Allan toKsa Irani Ma trousers po.-h»t n plaan of stool*. gore ta n hlachbnnrd. nnd drawn twr Uaaa On* ha aa/n la America, tho other Ruropn ' Plot ween there two.” he a4<to * I Mod myna'f to ball*, within tho fpeee of fifteen ream a submarine tunnel nnd to mod trains through tto from cue continent to the other la twenty- four hours' ” Tbs flesh lights of the ptxtcgmphere gathorod on tho roof hu.-e\ forth out thousand? of pooole sacked la the oli rots U-Tty-sIr stories below knew that the first ant In the groat drama has begun, sad rt*-r th»» eiMtamml. Allan In the meant!tor has pluuged tuts figure* taking up the plan from o-rary nngla painting Is eUeagly and LurlaMpgtr. fla Aaiol.ee by whirling the Mage of b tllmalrso away with htm in a very malaoaa of enthusiasm. IJoyd. *an.!*f\C*0 oat df h's own pocket Attar Mm one msgnnte after another pets to'msolf down for enormous oume Alto* whose entire •nanheed dnrotod to the topnol y.-o'rot. roalleos Chat ha ll on the thresh olh of su-kosa. Ihai noon, le doscilbed at the be gteulnii of a book lust puMIsbed. one that to a " best seller - now la Gor an* ny—“The Tunnel.” by Bernhard Keiiermnan. Tho author, who aimed- he# a number of nwyto to his aredlt. bos In tbto latest we*6 -dooardad the ordinary material rf wMcb hereto and tooratuee am mode and daringly pr,.Bsod into Me ieryl"« Iron end steel and •>*;. "powerful machinery, bugs mum «t tu/oaatty Instead sf Individ- Bala' AtsbM VMS oerabp and \ro- msndet's ha-Va rotted men and woman am arrangnd. tor hs sure, men and wo men cf flash and Mood, hot thay am reocndsry. It to Uia tua*eV-<*« treat tube betwsbn Amsrlsa ayd fuote •hat lo the boro of Keilermaar'o aersl end U-e her sine end tho villain. 1 To It of! else Is otiooorr1<at. ' In assenting Its east com and gritnnem and fateful power the German sfVlkso Into tbo do main of Jtilee Verne snd PL O. Weils, end. without over employing !bo onp- orruatuml or gsanltestly l. ipomtbkn meets meat en thslr own ground nnd. ft must bo aotot see off by no means, badly. Man's Greatest Undertaking. Aflsr Ms denarIpttoa cf thn no- CBentem meeting on tho Now Torn hotel root garden, tho novelist trAs how ths tnancl eyudleats. fenusd Im- m“•'lately after tho magnates hod sub- scribed their miliums, buys ap huge tracts of load Is Now Jersey slues Ute Hudson < to* work to roar a grant city far the f an Del workmen. On tho streets of Now Tork bur trade of * rltree ” keep renders named t. en tho progress ef the “Best Seller” in Berlin Is Bernhard Kellermann’s “Der Tunnel,” a Daring Flight of Fancy In Which Is Told Flow the Two Hemispheres Were Connected by an Oceanic Subway. ►> wry where- v meet-era french me*. F-agllehmen. Germane, Italian* Rpan- Inrda kcandloovlena Chinamen, no- nrnea In the oUfllng caverns under the nr»*n every language wo* heard from the blackened digger* working In frenzied bast*, stork naked, grip- P*n* with sweat, dm on to superhu man achievement by the todomltabto energy of “Mac" Alin* Al'sn spent days at o time In tho tnnnol amid almost unendurable h»at. between soil.I walls of rack, amtd tools and building material piled high shout Mm. driving englnssrs and foremrn and common laborers to ths twrb and Ire*, which burlrd man ba- eeeth M nr tor* th -m Ur pl<—»# Is wild panic Ihsy stumbled end denoo fought thetr way through blinding. Oa ths way they me i •urivaling smoke hurled themeefvee young wi'e ana hta III onto the construct.;** trains lined up who. horning to* "-ria» along the trask. or. too mad with fa*r ns! Mouth i id w,lured to reason, pi unfed forward on foot oo out what wee the malt. If Ihpe they could nv*r reach the shore back tn apprehension as of New Jeraey. ever JBO miles a way. sight of the «ut|<o>ta ef I Hundreds of them, whom the osplo- multi title end heard thi •Ian had ayarwfc fell la thetr hreula* nut they could net •« Vance troot tho l->S • Derlh to • Mac.* * They bore rad flag* sod hugs placards on which wee writ tan. “ • Msu. murdsrer of fcOOO," H’sh shove their heads wer* grotrs'.-i* figures raprooenUng Alla* Lloyd, th* —genulna pooh*. Cww- f IDOT i Patlr i psrsd with It ths panic shook the American motor market, was o passing flurry Hardly s without ths fsllurs of str.lnan* Tbo greet tunnel woo dead. Kaon Allan despaired. Ho lochsd himself In hi# hove*, refusing ta se* anybody. In v«Ja Pit he! Lloyd, th* on* person wh still seem -d lo bottnv-o I* him. sought to ooo him. She could get Nut she vrrlnet Ft no tty. on* day. oka actually waylaid him as ha was walking, with downcast oyoa. from Cm tunnel smith It hi* hness*. Ho ceuld net decently refuse to spook to her. He oeVat her to com* In. Ami, on CO oh* h« < hi* oar. Ethol plus MB* . lunged ll «* end 0 •ulrtdra , Woolf* nalr* barker of th* tunas) syndl^ bust »*.* A Woolf, and .there In fTuat became more end more romrao* Ct the nyndlnets'* building Is lower banker shot himself In Chlaago; II nod way they burned thss* figures Now Tork broker poisoned Mmsstf i «*nld furious chesting. his entire family. As for ths funnel .. !• spit* ft at r e and *11. Allan kept syndicate It wy .Id ha** gone out of . , grim ■ at work. Ho addressed tbs sxls««noH had It not been for Lloyd, workmen # unions nil over tho coutto whn colled Ut* big *ha.eNtldera tr>- try. met srgnmtnt toiih argument, gethor and insisted that they must " pcur.dod away at them with a sole oh- eland by ths ship. Hr e-aa ths flint _ log A'' m art bach to dig Into Ms pockst-ethsrs ft ” T»u most save the tvanall ” glia cried Aed far the first time In months too wok* to Ilf* net Ms ayes biased. had struck homo does Alton • great Lloyd were In a ooufor- Bovn th* news flow mr tbo ” Lloyd toes agreed t* bock Th* werh started up again with a fury of energy that left all that had gone before In fh* shad*. On* hun afraid to ■ th* undertahisg poured tholr millions Into It to the t vibes t*>e boring mo- rhinos thuad.'red again* the wan* at ded again by ormfeu of naked worker* dripping with sweat gl’w of the lan tern* And behind all .toad Alton, Into n hall of spaed: mom ss hto frdln railed past they swung their hats and heared— thoy called him “old gray ont by—fifteen, twenty, sines th* beginning of the work. Nearer and nearer th* tnnne! heads draw to ee ch other. ! r etretrbtng out from Jof e#r tasi ward, thn other from thn Aram westward, driven furwmrd ty rat MudWy.” tost the two w-re *. dose !bet glued thetr eyes on the doll- sot* registering machines by the hour together, hoping •* detect th- eased In th* other tunnel. No yet ths oth*,i must ho al- ioc«t wiqun ranch' Had the cn'rutofloss failed f Rad 'he two tnaaels tr.l-aad each otherr .ownpapor* were Oiled with gtog toward America from Fwop* Al Ust one day tbo ar ise of a b est tn Mueller's tunnel was heard In ■traua’a Fever-eWl y the run dug toward the sound At last, breaking doer* a wan of earth and rack, they saw. throng.t s narrow hoi* other anew Mus ter's man I flusins of stuhnntosm burnt forth at tooth eads of th* bole. * Fat Mueller, poking hta bead tats the The Ri pin* lew and fook tn thn Inn not gad the Hg hi far a Piece on (too Euaflaf Train. Whom to Maet" ■*r« " answvrad A Jan. sticking hand Into ths o'.I^r cpswlng— tn* •How do you do, Moeller, with a laugh. " W* ara aU right. ' said Ma* nsl was aU. la th* evening ttoo Jos of ttoo oeo* a printed this coovi Th# dag t ho hot* Mg vou eh ta allow of ■oelkr’i sending loo o bottle of Munich Seer. Twenty-four year* hod stopo>< tho tunnel work had boon be- ttoo w-wtd was to a 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 marked to Peter, “and stem to have no ticed this girl closely. Was this bag she carried a small, yellow or~?’ “It was not. thin,” that ' jt em phatically replied, while thm 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?” *T11 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 ha<3 been found by him In the doctor’s phaeton. “Was tt 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. “I 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,” be 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 tralL Disappointed and dissatisfied, he there fore cut the conversation short, and In a few minutes was about to leave this houso 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 nltchen exit. In doing this, his eyes fell upon the gravel walk that ran about the house. "Humph l” was his mental ejaculation. But he saw something the next mo ment—having by this time stepped Into the yard—which called from him some thing more than an excalamtlon. This was a small piazza, built one or two steps from the ground, for the use, as it appeared, of the servants of the house. It was square Tn 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 & 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 h?s 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 thfi supporting pillar near est the steps a portion of paint had been rubbed, of the size and shape of the smudge on Mildred F’arley’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 faoe 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 th« house." “Yes, the master Intended using It at the time o' the wedding—what for I don't know—and ft being well used up by that same fun ye wur axin 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 thlnkln’ he gave the count folve 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. Gryoe 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 tier on ths very evening she was married, was the same one who had been carried dead Into Mrs. Olney’s parlor at or near mid night of that same day, there could be np 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 Judies 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 .'act that they know anything about a crime of the party suspected of it. And be 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! ■Vhs it purely on account of the medi cal case he mentioned? Mr. Gryce felt himself at liberty to doubt it. And the j scream which had arisen from this 1 house during the marriage ceremony! .'• hence did it come and what did it mean? He had not realized its Impor tance at the time, but now he felt that 1 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 weeding 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 yea git over talkin’ about her screamin' j like a fool. Sure she wasn't In the I house at all. Every one of us know6 j 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. 1 hear him many times, and I hear him zat time of ze wedding and always ze same.” "How the devil could she scream if she wasn’t In the house? "Do Marguerite say she was not In ze house ?” "No, but don’t we know she wasn’t? Jim Dolan says she was In his little j »>ack room when the scream you spake of was heard. Haven't I told ye that over an’ ever again, ye spalpeen?” “When Jeem Doling say me zat, zen I must hear him.” And so the obsti nate man had the last word. To 3e Continued To-morrow. 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