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August Days at the Seashore
Copyright, 1913, by International New*
Service.
By Nell Brinkley 8>
When Love Is Faithless
BY DOROTHY DIX.
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Bv WILLIAM F. KIRK.
HE Sluter* of 8ong calm up to ;
Wen thay calm In the front door
Pa got kind of pale, like a man wich is
see-nick, but he tried to be nice to them
beekaus thay are Ma's trends
Oh, thare is that darling husband
of yures sed Missus Jenkins. She was
a awful fat, hoamly woman, & I doant j
think she was vary yung. but she kep j
all the time giggling Dear me, she h**1 (
to Ma, I wish I cud have a husband like
that, a deer, noabel man that is all the ]
time rite ware you know ware he is. I
newer know ware my husband Is wen
he goes out, she sed.
Lots Like That.
I know lots of husbands liko that,
sed Pa. Thare wifes newer know ware
they are wen thay go out, A thay newer
know ware thay are at w r en thay stay
hoam with thare wifes. Well, gurls. I
suppoas you calm oaver tonlte to spill
a few* new songs. Go on & warble, lit -
tel wrens, Pa sed. I am going out In
the library A reed sumthing about the
Dark Ages
Oh, bless yure deer hart, Bed Missus
Jenkins, you need not leeve us alone.
We wud rather you & yure deer lit tel
son stayed rite here with us*, beekaus
I have .rote a new luv song wleh our
clufc Is going to print next month. I
«&m going to sing It now, sed Missus
Jenkins, A if you will turn oaver the
leeves of musick I. will git a chanst
to sing it rite at you.
Then Pa looked eevcn paler than
beefoar, A it took him quite a while
to git up, but he went oaver to the
piano A turned the musick for Misses
Jenkins. I took down all the words,
1 though thay was awful poor A so .did
Pa, this is the words:
The shades o/ nitc is softly foiling,
O'er you, luv, d me, luv.
It almost maiks me feel like bawling
To think our lives must be apart,
Deer hart,
To think our lives must be apart.
The day brake rums, but brings moor
sorrow.
To you, luv, d me. luv,
I only Jeer another morrow
With you across the way from me,
It should not be
That you're across the way from
me!
Missus Jenkins sang the first part
of the song kind of loud so all of us
cud heer plain, but she sang ths last
line low A soft A looked at Pa so j
tender that for a mlnnlt she looked al-
most pritty.
Some Song!
That Is sum song sed Pa. You sing
It with grata fooling. How did It over
happen that we got/ so far apart on
life's way? sed Pa.
I doant like that number vary well,
deer, sed Ma to Missus Jenkins. It is
butlful In Its wording. Ma sed, but
thare Is no use of a woman feeling
had Jes beekaus she can't be fortunate
enuff to marry a noabel man like my
husband
Then all of the Sisters of Song sed
at onst: We wurident marry yure hus
band If he was the last man in this
wurld. & then thay all went hoam.
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Thdse delightfully warm, sunshiny days find Tybee, Cumberland Island and
Atlantic Beach full of pleasure-hungry folk who are relishing the sea tang that
fills the air at these famous seaside resorts. Soon vacationMays will be over and
the Harry* and Richards and Melvins will be hurrying back to the ledger and the
other office work, while the I’ollvs and Ruths and Ethels will be back under the
home roof with father and mother and the rest of the family, planning theater
parties and dances and motor trips, which are to fill in the time of the Indian
summer and fall months before the regular winter social season swings into
line. Meantime, the ocean is warm and inviting and these mermaids and mere
men rollick in the breakers from morn till night.
13 T7 IT T \[ T~\ CM rtC FT TA By ANNA KATHARINE GREEN
1 ' I 3 i i i i f 1—s ' A 3 V / v 3 I v A—f A—' l\-W One of the Greatest Mystery Stories Ever Written
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People of melancholy temperament
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Frogs and toads are gifted with a
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Meanwhile, Mr- Gryce was smiling on
a girl who had Just come Into the
kitchen.
“And who do you think It was?” he
asked.
“I don’t know, sir,” was the reply,
with a half fearful look over . her
shoulder. “Nobody knows. Some of us
suspect It was nothing else than the—
If any one should die —”
"Now how Id yer whist,” broke in
Peter. "Do yes moind me. It waf a
woman’s scream, and a .woman in a
mighty state o’ fear. But what there
was to put fear Into the heart of any
one that night It Isn't In me power to
tell.”
And so on for five minutes more,
while Mr. Gryce was asking himself
what this scream, say It had been ut
tered by Mildred Farley, signified, and
whether it pointed to the minute of
her death or was occasioned by some
fatal discovery which led her to future
Violence and self-destruction. That it
was more the cry of fear than agony
his own memory told him; death at
that time and and in the bride's apart
ment were facts that could scarcely
have been hidden, and that for her to
have taken the dose of poison in the
house at all raised the question of how
she could have come some time later
under the protection of Dr. Moles worth
and been carried by him through the
streets about Madison Square to the
drug store and thence to her home. No,
Mildred Farley had not perished in this
house, unless—his very thoughts
paused, his eye had fallen again upon
the gravel walk that ran by that very
piassa against the railing of which she
had leaned, living or dead. There had
been gravel under the Rhoe of Dr.
Molesworth’s horse. Was the mystery
deeper than he supposed, and had I»r.
Molesworth also been a visitor In this
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house on the fatal evening of his in
tended bride’s death? It began to look
as if he had. With the thought, light
began to break upon the horizon and
something of the darkness which had
veiled this Impenetrable mystery to‘
disappear.
And yet, how great were the diffi
culties In the way of proving this fact.
None of the persons he was talking
with had seen any such person as the
doctor among the guests, nor had his
appearance at the inquest cfcMed out
any such witness from the public ai
large. And then, say he had been
here, how fast he must have driven to
have been down at Twenty-second
street at the time he was. But then,
Mr. Gryce remembered that his horse
looked as If It had traveled far that
night, and when a man has a purpose
before him he does not spare his ani
mal. But what had his purpose been?
To save Mildred Farley or to destroy
Imt f
Manifestly It was not to save her, or
why had he lied about the place where
he had found her and the way In which
the bottle had been broken on the side
walk in Twenty-second street? Look
at It whichever way fhe detective
would, reason and experience still point-1
ed toward the doctor as the possible
author of her death. And so the affair ,
was still full of mysteries, and he felt
as If he had but crossed the threshold
of his discoveries
His last effort before leaving the
kitchen was to determine the location
of the back stairs. He found them situ
ated In the most favorable manner for
such a secret and unobserved departure
as this young girl had taken. For. ow
ing to the fact that they deseeded
immediately Into a hall opening upon
the driveway which ran about the
house. It followed that upon such a
I night as this, when every’ one was busy,
! and the kitchen door communicating
} with this hall w’as in all probability
closed or blocked up with strangers,
she might slide down the stairs and so
regain the street without any one
noting her presence or detecting her
departure.
More than this, she could, If she so
wished, have stepped upon the piazza,
and not knowing its condition, sat down
In one corner to wait—what for? Why
—for the doctor, perhaps. She had writ
ten him a note and why not in that
note have told him where he could find
her. There was no evidence yet forth
coming which made any of this impos
sible.
Two Duties.
To determine then without all perad-
venture whether Molesworth’s phaeton
drove up to this house on that night or
not, and then to ascertain the cause and
meaning of Mrs. Cameron’s silence in
regard to her connection with this girl.
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• became his two first leading duties. The
| immediate manner In which he set about
i fulfilling them, showed that his youth-
j ful vigor had not yet entirely deserted
him.
Bidding fareweD to his friends in the
kitchen, he passed out of the back door
and round the house. jThe next minute
the front door bell rang, and Jean, the
I butler, upon opening that door, was as-
| tounded at seeing before him the sol-
j emn and unmoved countenance of his
1 late visitor, who, looking at him as If
J he had never seen him before, asked If
j Mrs. Gretorex was In, and being assured
she was by the dumfounded servant,
stepped In and took his seat In the par
lor as If he had never crossed the'thres
hold of a kitchen In his life.
“He want to see Mrs. Gretorex? Why
he want to see Mrs. GretorexV' cried
Jean, descending the back stairs three
steps at a time.
Very Perplexing.
"Shure I don’t know,” returned Pe
ter, laying a sly finger against his nose,
"but what I do know is this, I’ve busi
ness in the front hall and It won’t kape
a minute; so good day to ye.”
And he was off before Jean’s slower
wits took in the situation.
Mr. Gryce was laboring under Mrs.
Gretorex’s displeasure and he knew it.
His first words, therefore, were uttered
with that simple dignity which always
Inspires respect.
‘‘You have consented to see me,” was
nls opening remark. "You are very
kind, for I feel that you have some rea
son not only to distrust my good Judg
ment, but the fairness of my conduct.
Yet I but made a mistake which nine
men out of ten would have made In my
place. I was going to say ten men, but
I do not wish to appear egotistical.”
His smile was honest, his bearing re
spectful yet not subservient, his tone
ill that could be desired But Mrs.
Gretorex’s pride was not easily subdued.
She looked at him w’ith cold severity,
and observed in anything but a gracious
tone:
”1 do not understand to what you
allude. 1 know of no mistake you made
except that of taking I)r. Cameron into
your confidence against my express
wishes."
“Then he has not explained to you
the meaning of our conduct that
night?”
”1 did not require it."
Mr. Gryce allowed a faint expression
of surprise to escape, him.
"You could not have know’n how In
teresting the subject was,” he remarked.
Then before she coukl speak, asked im
pressively, "Did you know that Miss
Gretorex had a double In town that
night?"
“A double?"
"Some one who looked like her—looked
like her so much that even her best
friend was deceived? I allude to Dr.
Cameron.”
The perplexity of Mrs. Gretorex was
unmistakable.
”1 have no idea what you mean,” she
declared, "and I can not believe in any
such likeness. Mrs. Cameron’s expres
sion is not a common one.”
“So muph the more excuse for me,
he suggested. ”1 thought I was com
pletely justified In giving to this per-
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pecially as she wore a dress not un
like that In which Miss Gretorex was
said to have disappeared.”
Incredulity, mixed with a little anx
iety, still held its own in the expres-’
slon of Mrs. Gretorex’s face.
“Still I do not understand you. Where
was this person, and who did she turn
out to be? You excite my curiosity,
Mr. Gryce.”
The detective glanced at the door and
slightly changed his seat.
“Some things are best discussed In
private," he suggested. "I thought I
heard a step in the hall.”
She arose and led the way into the li
brary.
"Say what you have to say,” she ex
claimed. "Who was the lady? I am
eager to hear.”
He took a position which enabled him
to watch her face.
"Her name you must already know,”
said he. “It has been in the papers
enough lately. Mildred. Farley, the girl
who died of poison that same night.”
“Farley?” trembled slowly from her
lips. "Farley?”
"I thought the name would have a
familiar sound,” he murmured, noting
carefully her look of startled amaze
ment.
But she Instantly disclaimed this as
sumption with calm composure.
"You mistake," she assured him. "I
know nobody of that name. Why should
yeu think I did?”
"Because she visited your house so
often, w’as so well known to your daugh
ter, and was, if I do not greatly mistake,
In this very building and In Miss Gret
orex’s room the evening Miss Gretorex
was married and she herself met her
fearful doom.”
It was all news, and, as it seemed, un
welcome and astounding news, to the
lady before him. She forgot his pres
ence and her own reserve and spoke as
if he had not been in the room.
“A person by the name of Farley,”
she repeated, “known to Genevieve and
like her enough to be called her dou
ble. What does It mean?”
He watched her, and made no an
swer. All the detective was alert In
him.
"I believe you said she died,” Mrs.
Gretorex suddenly cried, arousing as if
out of a dream. “Is it the same girl
that w’as picked up from the sidewalk by
somebody and carried away in a gig?"
Not Seen.
"The same, madam. A young dress
maker, you remember, who was to have
been married that same night. But she
preferred to assist your daughter at her
wedding to taking part In one herself.”
Mrs Gretorex looked at him with wride
open eyes, from which all the haughti
ness had fled.
“You seem to know a great deal about
Mrs. Cameron.” she asserted; "more
than her mother does or her best
friends. I was not aware that any one
was here to assist my daughter—least
of all a person who bore her looks and
answered to the name of Farley. And
yet. It was a circumstance that would
not be likely to escape attention. Some
of the servants must have seen her, if
I did not. But none of them have spoken
of it.”
“They were too accustomed to her vis
its here.”
"Too accustomed "
"And then they did not see her face.
She was always veiled.”
"Do you mean,” she demanded, "that
the person who brought home my
daughter's dresses an<\ whom my daugh
ter received when she would see no one
else, w’as a Far—was this girl who you
say died on her wedding night so sud
denly and mysteriously?”
do. It has not been made public,
nor am I sure that Mrs. Cameron her
self knows of this identity. But certain
evidences difficult to explain under any
any other theory, make it a positive fact
to me. It is my reason for being here;
, he cause of our present conversation. I
want to discover the truth about this
girl.”
Did Mrs. Gretorex suddenly change
color, or was it only his Imagination
that made him think so? She was a
dignified worldly-wise woman, whom it
would have taken much to shake out of
her social calm. Was this much hidden
in his w’ords and had it disturbed her
equanimity? He could not tell.
A Common Affair.
“That is very natural,” she conceded,
with a slight change of position. "In
your profession such inquiries become
duties; but I do not think you can find
nit much about her here."
"Certainly not, if you never met her
nor spoke to her; and I believe you as
sured me you never had.”
"Never, sir.”
There was truth in her accents, as
well as much hauteur; he found
himself obliged to shift his ground.
“Then," said he, ”1 have only to bid
you good day. And yet’’—he added,
"there is one thing you can do for me
and the cause of law and justice which
I represent. Miss Farley, if here that
night, went directly to your daughter’s
room. Rhe wore a brown veil, and if as
resumably happened, she took off that
veil, there is reason to believe she left
It behind her. For when the body was
brought home to her boarding place,
this article of apparel was not only
missing, but another veil of different
color and apparently quite new, .was
found clinging to her garments. Now’
if In the arrangement of the room after
your daughter’s departure a brown veil
w’as found, there is provided one other
small link toward making our chain of
evidence complete.
"A brown veil is a very common af
fair; my daughter may have had a dozen
for aught I know.”
"Lying loose about the room?"
"How can I tell!”
"And you can not accommodate me?”
"Oh, I can not refuse you a look at the
room. It is just as my daughter left it.”
she declared somewhat bitterly. “She
has not found leisure 10 attend to It. and
I certainly was not going to arrange and
dispose of her effects without her assist
ance. But you speak of a chain of
evidence. Evidence of w’hat and evid
ence against whom? It is surely not
indiscreet for me to inquire.”
A YOUNG girl who has loved not
wisely but too well, and who
has been cast aside like a
broken plaything by the man who
has done her so terrible a wrong,
asks me what she should do qnder
the tragical circumstances.
My answer is, forget it all. Put
the past behind you, and refuse even
to let your thoughts enter the door
that you have locked upon your dark
secret. Never let a word concern
ing what'has happened pass your lips
to anybody, but climb back into the
straight and nafrow path off of which
you have taken a single step, and let
your bitter experience be a lamp
to guide your feet in the future.
Above all have nothing to do with
the unprincipled scoundrel who ha*
taken such a shameful advantage of
your youth and innocence and ig
norance. Do not humiliate yourself
by beseeching him to come back to
you, or entreat him to marry you.
He will not do it, and if he did do it,
it would bring you nothing but life
long misery. Such a man Is a brute.
He Is lacking alike in heart and hon
or. and all considerations for a wom
an, and he would use his knowledge
of the indiscretion into which he
lured you to torture you as long as
you live.
One Fatal Error.
It is a terrible thing—a thing so
piteous that it must make the very
angels w’eep, for a girl to have
wrecked her life when she is only 17
years old, but the only thing that she
can do that really helps is to gather
up the fragments in silence and as
secretly as possible.
Under such circumstances there are
parents who sometimes force a man
to marry the girl, to do w’hat they
call "right the wrong he has done
her." This is a fatal mistake. It
only makes a bad matter worse, and
dooms the girl to certain misery, as
it puts her completely in the pow’er
of the dastard who has already shown
how little regard he has for her hap
piness and honor.
Sometimes the girl wreaks a bloody
reprisal on the man who betrayed
her. but what a price she pays foi
that one mad minpte of satisfied ven
geance! The horrors of a murder
trial, even when a sentimental jury
acquits a woman, are not to be told.
They belong to the inferno, and
the soul that passes through It comes
out maimed and seared beyond all
power of healing. The woman whose
hands are stained with blood is a
creature apart, a thing accursed, one
who goes shuddering through the
world and from whom all other wom
en draw away their skirts as from
a leper. The woman who kills to
avenge her wrong kills also her every
chance of ever being happy.
Sometimes the woman takes her
wrongs into the court and. seeks to
soothe the hurt of her honor feels
with money. It takes a woman of
coarse fiber to do this and to blazon
her shame to the public for the sake
of a few dollars. There are many
times when money comes too dearly,
and this is one. One would think
that every" penny so gained would
blister the flhgers of her who
touched it.
The Dilemma.
Of course, no punishment that hu
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for the man who wins a young girl’s
heart and then takes advantage of
her trusting affection to lead her Into
wrongdoing. He knows, as she can
not, the enormity and significance of
the rtep he beguiles her Into taking,
and In what bitter tears and repent
ance the plmrose path along which he
lures her must end for her.
To strip him of his money Is no
thing. Killing is too good for him.
He deserves a dog’s death, but the
trouble is that you can not punish
him without punishing the girl a
thousand times more.
It is the practical Frfde of the trag
edy that we are now considering,
what the girl under such circum*
stances had -best do, and It Is cyni
cally true that she had best do
nothing to (he man, nothing to avenge
her wrong. Just to accept it as quiet
ly and secretly as possible.
To make any fuss about it Ip to
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world, whereas if she says nothing
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and be esteemed and admired In so
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weakness and a temptation In cases
w here it can do no possible good and
no reparation to another Is to be
made. Let the dead past bury Its
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"Queer thing; about my wife. When
we have an argument she never wants
the last word.
"Why, how’s that?”
"She always gives it to me.”
A long-suffering husband passed
into the great beyond and found
peace. His wife promptly erected a
tombstone with the Inscription:
"Rest in peace until I join you.”
Masher (entering a restaurant hur
riedly)—Aw, say, can a man get a
dwink here?
Waiter (dryly)—Yes, fetch your
man in.
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