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BEHIND CLOSED DOORS
One of the Greatest Mystery Stories Ever Written
By ANNA KATHARINE GREEN.
(Copyright, 1913. by Anna Katharine
Green.)
TO-DAY’S INSTALLMENT.
In the interval not a word was uttered
not a look interchanged between the
lady and the detective. But the mo
ment Dr. Cameron returned, a sudden
change took place in Mrs. Cameron,
and rising she confronted Mr. Gryce
with a frank and grateful air that lent
quite a new aspect to her ever-chang
ing countenance.
“You are very kind.” the declared, In
a grateful tone that was In itself a
shock to both her hearers. “Knowing
this frightful tale; seeinq as you must
have done that, if true, Mildred Farley
did not die after I went downstairs, but
before, you have come here In confidence
and without scandal to hear what I have
to say about the matter and give me an
opportunity to explain myself. I shall
never forget this consideration, sir; and
as proof of my gratitude I will at once
tell you what I can about this poor un-
fortunate’e death, hoping that you will
see the matter as I did, and understand
in a measure at least how 1 was driven
by my fears to keep back my knowledge
of this frightful secret, even from my
mother and husband, till it was torn
from me and shred by shred as you have
seen. And now for the truth.
“This girl, whose death you consider
such a mystery, committed suicide. She
committed it In my presence, just a few
minutes before I went downstairs to be
married. It was a terrible shock and a
great surprise to me. I had been dress
ing. and was thinking of anything else
than tragedies or death. Nor do I think
she meant to die then or there. But
she was desperate. She had had a talk
with her intended husband and had been
disappointed in him. She did not want
to see him again, and the contrast be
tween the hopes expressed by my bridal
attire and the dreariness of her own
outlook maddened her, I supposed; for
in a moment, as It were, she seized
upon that bottle of poison and turned
it up to her lips, and the deed was
done and she was dead before I had got
over the terror which held me breath
less and immovable at hec side. 1 was
in my bridal dress and veil, sir. The
ceremony had already been delayed and
I was momentarily expecting the sum
mons to descend. Should I mar the
happiness of the whole company by re
vealing what had occurred? I thought
not in the moment I had to consider.
So I just drew the poor girl into the
alcove, and In fgrief and terror enough.
God knows, cohered her over with some
dresses I had before pulled down from
the closet and thrown on the floor. I
had barely done this and readjusted my
veil when the knock came and I had to
descend.
“It was frightful, but I did not know
how frightful till I came to think. Then
I almost gave way to my terror and
agitation, and when that scream came
down from upstairs ”
She stopped. They did not wonder; at
such a horrible experience, who would
not shudder!
Her husband for the first time realized
all she had been through and reached
out his hand in sympathy, though there
was yet much to be explained before he
could feel reconciled to a past so full
of mysteries and shadows.
“And how,’’ asked the detective, noth
ing but formal respect on his part, “was
the body disposed of? When next we
hear of it, it was in the keeping of a
Dr. Molesworth, who, as we have been
informed, was not one of your wedding
guests.’’
Mrs. Cameron did not flinch. She
looked, if anything, more winning and
candid than before.
“Dr. Molesworth was the man who
had expected to marry her. He had
gone to the hotel for that purpose and
had not found her; so he came where he
suspected her to be. He was not one
of my guests, but that did not keep
him from the house. He came in at
the front door and stood in the hall, and
I happened to see him and immediately
knew what he was after. So I arose
and went out—I was then receiving
congratulations—and, accosting him
without delay, told him that the person
he wanted was in my room and bade
him go upstairs and 1 would follow. For
I not only saw that he was in a state of
feeling that bordered on frenzy, but I
also saw that if the matter was to be
hushed up and the body got out ot the
house without disturbance, he was the
man to do it; and I relied upon him and
went up after him and explained what
had occurred and showed him the dead
body of his bride, and asked for help and
got it. I don’t know that I should call
it help now,’’ she added, In a low
voice, “for it might have been better
for me if I had called in the whole
house to see that dead girl, and fto es
caped the days and weeks of deceit
that have pressed upon me like so many
mountain weights of lead.
Her husband looked as If he con
curred with her, but he said nothing,
and Mr. Gryce asked another question.
“You read the account of the pro
ceedings before the Coroner, which was
primed in the papers?”
She acknowledged that she had.
'•‘You must have seen then that Dr.
Molesworth testified to having found the
girl on a stoop in Twenty-second
street.”
“Yes, sir. It was agreed between us
that he should tell some such story as
that. It seemed wisest to us at the
time. Since she had killed herself it
would not hurt her and it would re
lieve me from endless complication, to
have it thought she had committed
the deed in the street. So we thought
then-with how little Judgment let this
moment testify.’’
The detective fixed his eyes upon her
and opened his ilps to put another
question. But he evidently found it too
difficult to sav what was In his mind
and turned It into the simple suggestion,
“You must have known Dr. Molesworth
well. Mrs. Cameron?”
A flush, hot and vivid, answered him
from the doctor’s face, but her cheek
did not alter and it was with much
composure she replied:
“I had learned much of his disposition
from my conversations with the woman
jjg ckm&UmI u «arry. As for his face,
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I had seen him at Mrs. Olney’s, where
I have been more than once. I had
even had some talk with him. It was
the situation which made us like friends
at once."
“I understand," asserted Mr. Gryce,
but his looks did not bear out his words.
“Your conduct is not so Inexplicable,’’
he went on. "Women think much of ap
pearances and are not apt to weigh the
consequences of their impulsive efforts
to preserve them. But a man usually
halts long before he enters into a
scheme that must end In perjury, and
Dr. Molesworth committed perjury, Mrs.
Cameron."
She dropped her chin upon her breast
and the presence of a growing dread
began to show Itself in her face.
“Not only r that,” the detective con
tinued. “He engaged to do a fearful
thing when he promised you to get a
dead body’ out of the house aJone and
without discovery. Have you thought
how much nerve and determination it
would require? What self-sacrificing
devotion it w’ould need to lead a man
not only to take the risk of such an ;
act, but to subject himself to the hor
rors of it? I find It difficult to recon
cile what I have seen of Dr. Moles-
worth with such devotion to a lady so
little known to him. I would sooner
think——” He paused; she looked ot
him breathlessly—"that he had his own
reasons for keeping the matter quiet,"
he pointedly added.
“Perhaps he had," she simply replied.
"I can not tell all that passed in his
mind. I can only tell you what we did.”
"And you repeat that it was through
his agency this dead girl was got out
of your room and house?"
"Yes, sir.”
“Alone?”
“Yes. sir.”
“And when?**
“That I do not know'. It was after I
left.”
“What, you went away before she was i
removed from the house?”
“Yes, sir. Having made up my mind
to trust the whole affair to him. I only-
thought of escape for myself. Then it
could never have been managed If I ha<f
not cleared the backstairs by having
my trunk carried out. It was down
those he intended to go.”
“And did he?”
“I can not tell. I only know he suc
ceeded In his undertaking. How or un
der w’hat difficulties, he must himself
inform you. I have never had an op
portunity to ask him."
“No,” she returned boldly; “not while
he doubts whether I have spoken of the
matter or not. He has too chivalrous
ideas of duty.”
“What, when his life is at stake?”
“His life!”
“He was on the point of being ar
rested for murder when this testimony
of Celia's came in.”
“I suspected it, or rather I knew that
he w’as under the surveillance of the
police, for he told us so in an inter- :
view he had with the doctor about a
case of his.”
"And you were going to allow’ him to
go to prison upon a charge you knew
perfectly unfounded?”
“Mr. Gryce, I was not two weeks mar
ried. I know that my husband hated
deceit and I lacked the courage to ac
knowledge that I had become entangled
in It. Then r trusted to Dr. Molesworth
discovering a way out of his difficulty,
and was so sure that he would I never
even thought of his being In any danger
of his life. It is also only fair to my
self to say’ that, had he been brought to
trial, I should have relentlessly sacri-
lced myself. It was my hope that he
would not which kept he silent so long.”
She was pleading her cause well, and
yet her shadowed brow and paling lip
show'ed she was conscious that it was
a failing one, and that the doom she
had so long dreaded was rushing upon
her.
“I except your explanation,” quoth
the detective, “and it only remains at
present for you to inform us where Miss
Farley got the drug with which she
poisoned herself.”
‘I can not tell you that,” came in
fainter tones from Mrs. Cameron’s lips.
"Was it from her’ bag, her pocket, or
the folds of her dress that she took the
vial which held It?"
Genevieve miserably shook her head.
Mr. Gryce looked troubled; he hesi
tated a little, then suggested kindly,
“You saw her carry It to her lips?"
Genevieve faintly acquiesced.
"And did you see where she took it
from?”
"I can not answer."
Dr. Cameron strode one step and
stood beside his wife.
“Why can not you answer?” he asked
gently.
“Because ” she felt for a chair and
sat down. “Because you will not be
lieve what I say.”
“I will not believe what you say?”
She turned her eyes, which had been
fixed upon vacancy, on hie face. There
was unfathomable love In them, but
there was unfathomable despair also.
“I think you would,’’ said she, “and
y r et it is very incredible.”
"The true things are often the incred
ible," observed he.
She smiled, but In a hopeless sort of
way, and In an altered tone, mur
mured:
“Very well, then, she got it out of a
box.” ♦
"A box she carried?”
"No; one she found in the room.”
Dr. Cameron stared; so did the de
tective. Genevieve sat and shivered si
lently.
“Took a vial containing prussic acid
from a box she found in the room?”
“Yes.”
“And how came prussic acid to be in
your room, Mrs. Cameron?”
It was a question for which she seem
ingly had no reply. Though she opened
her lips, no words issued from them,
and she sat the image of shame and de
spair. The doctor, struck aghast,
started impetuously forward, and would
have spoken himself but that the de
tective forestalled him.
"You do not think I have the right to
ask that question," he remarked. "Well,
I withdraw it and will simply Inquire
what sort of box it was which held
this vial, and where In the room It
was kept?”
To 3e Continued To-morrow.
“O’
NCE upon a time,” began
Laura Hamilton, more rem
iniscently than her very evi
dent youthfulness would seem to per
mit, “I owned a little white poodle—
a cross between a Maltese and a
French poodle. He had wonderful
long silky hair, and we used to keep
it in order by treating it with oil of
cocoanut. Now, a few years ago my
hair, which was very long, suddenly
began to come out a bit—to thin at
the ends and to show a tendency to
acquaintance with an up-to-then
stranger, dandruff. First I worried,
then I vainly consulted a specialist
or two, and then I thought of doggie.”
Oil of Cocoanut.
“Sermons in stones—and beauty
hints in the silken coat of a Franco-
Maltese poodle,” thought Miss Inter
viewer, who was sitting in the wings
of the Winter Garden in New York
talking to Miss Hamilton, and-glimps
ing bits of the wonderful marchings
and flings and dancings going on out
of wonderful New Wynburn’s won
derful Capital Steps. And the three
"wonderfuls’’ in that sentence are
none too many.
“I thought of doggie,” went on my
pretty little brown-haired neighbor,
“and I invested in 10 cents’ worth of
oil of cocoanut. And it is good for
good hair and so kind to poor hair.
Use it every other night—moisten the
Anger tips with it. and rub th e oil
well into the scalp. It won’t make
the hair greasy or oily looking—but it
will give it a natural gloss and luster.
Shampoo *the hair once a week and
brush it a hundred strokes every
day. Part it down the middle from
dow. Grasp a straight chair by the
rear legs, just midway bet wen the
base an 1 the first rung, and learn to
elevate the chair straight out and
above your head, taking deep breaths
while you do it. Ten times for each
exercise is the correct amount. The
last exercise sounds simple, but it
fills out and rounds the chest and
helps you maintain an erect carriage.
Place the finger tips together above
the head and far enough in front so
you can just see them, and then in
flate and empty the lungs ten times.
Your Morning Swim.
“Now take your morning swim;
wash your face In clear, hot water,
and without soap; dash a bit of
witch hazel across your face and
rinse in cold water; dress In pretty,
simple clothes, and eat a simple
breakfast, and you are all ready for
a happy, useful day, with every part
TELL HER WHAT YOU HAVE
TOLD ME.
Dear Miss Fairfax:
I had been keeping company
with a young girl for about four
years. We were to be married last
month, hut about three months
ago we had a little quarrel over
a foolish thing I had said to her,
which she took up in a wrong
j way. The quarrel started when I
wanted to kiss her after an en
joyable evening before I left her,
but »he objected and I got real
angry. Then I pa.-<sed the re
mark that started the quarrel.
Kindly let me know how I ran
regain her love, as I have suf
fered enough. HARRY “B.”
Apologize and make your apol
ogy humble and sincere.
I can’t believe that a girl would
refuse to kiss her betrothed tover
good-night because of a whim. You
must have done more to offend her
than you tell, and must make your
apology fit your crime, and your con-
i duct exemplary after she forgives you.
YOU TALK LIKE A MAN.
Dear Miss Fairfax:
I I am In love with a girl 21 years
of age and I am l!) and have a
good position and am able to take
care of a wife. She loves me and
I love her, so do you think I am
too young to be in love, as I am
thinking of making her my wife?
So I would like your advice, as
she is always speaking of mar
riage. ANXIOUS.
You are not too young to be in love,
but 19 is rather young for a man <o
marry. You say you are in position
i to support her. which would indicate
that you are older than your years.
• and are a good deal of a man after
; all.
But why not wait just two years?
Believe me, the time will go rapidly
and you will never regret it.
WRITE HIM A NOTE.
Dear Miss Fairfax:
I am a young girl of 19 and
have been keeping company with
a young man a year older than
myself for a year and three
months. Just because I sent a
card to his friend I think he is
angry at me. I did not mean any
harm. Kindly let me know’ what
1 should do to try to make up
with him, as 1 love him dearly.
J. K.
I do not like to suggest that a girl
apologize when she has done no
wrong, for the reason that once hum
ble, the man tries to keep her so. But
you have been sweethearts so long,
and love is too precious to risk for
pride’s sake, so write him a little note
of explanation. I hope he will be man
enough to love you all the more be
cause of this proof of your affection.
LET HER KNOW THE TRUTH.
Dear Miss Fairfax:
I am a poor man and have
been keeping company wKh a
young lady for the last couple of
months. Would it be proper for
me to give her up, after accepting
a diamond pin from her at Christ
mas time? I am willing to give
the pin back an I do not care for
her. P. W.
I am sorry for the girl, for such
humiliation leaves a scar, but
would be more sorry for her if
you married her without love in your
heart.
Tell her you no longer love her,
and be manly about it. And. al
ways, till the day of your death, think
and speak w r ell of her.
I think it would be better to re
turn the pin.
I AM AFRAID NOT.
Dear Miss Fairfax:
I am in love with a Cuban lady
and I am sure that my love is
reciprocated. My many friends
embarrass me quite a good deal
by claiming that she is a negress.
Do you think if I should marry
her I could be happy with her?
I am thinking seriously of pro
posing. GEORGE S.
My fear that the step w’ould be fa
tal is based on your anxiety. Were
your love of the right sort, It would
be Impossible for your friends to em
barrass you, and their doubts would
only strengthen your resolution to
marry the girl. Think this over se
riously. I want you to be happy, but
you must not marry a girl only In
break her heart by being ashamed of
her.
CALL AT HOME.
DEAR MISS FAIRFAX:
I am in love with a young
lady, but she does not answer my
letters. How can I meet her and
tell her of my love? RALPH.
Perhaps she has never received
them. Call at her home and learn
your fate from her own lips. It may
require courage, but boldness in a
lover Is a trait which all girls ad
mire.
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Daysey May me and Her Folks
By FRANCES L. GARSIDE.
“If you are trying* t
make one part of the
Cinderella to the other
This is one of the m
Hamilton, based on her
crown to the nape of the neck; bring
the two heavy strands over the
shoulders and brush each section fifty
times w'ith a long sweeping motion
that swings from the scalp to the very
ends of the hair. Plentiful glossy
hair is sure to result.”
“And then we do not take our
glowing, abundant tresses and torture
them with hot irons, do we?” I asked.
“We do not,” replied Miss Hamil
ton. “We trust the natural gloss and
add a little training as to graceful
curves and scallops, so we may look
as well as possible—and wo don’t
beautify ourselves at the cost of our
hair.
Give It a Chance.
“If you are trying to be attractive,’’
she went on earnestly, “do not make j
one part of the general scheme play j
Cinderella to the others. Otve every
thing a chance. Let me see—l start
by trying to keep calm and cool and
well and rested. My first rule is to
avoid restaurants at night. After the
theater, instead of going into a res
taurant, w’ith its heavy air and heavy
glare of artificial light. I motor out
into the pure, clean country.
“An hour under the stars every
night—an hour with the cool wind
blowing on my face and the pure,
clean, unused air of night blowing
the cobwebs out of my brain—and I
go home to restful, dreamless sleep.
Then I wake up ready to start the
day with about ten minutes of exer
cise.
“First I lie flat on my bed and
stretch my arms out straight, and
wake a deep, lung-filling breath; then
I exhale that breath, dropping my
arms to my sides the w'hile, and as I
fill my lungs and chest again I raise
my arms at right angles to my body
again.
“Next I hop out of bed and take
these two exercises by the open win-
f> be attractive, don’t
general scheme play
s.”
axims of Miss Laura
own experience.
of your body in trim and ready to
meet the demands of the hours to
come.”
And then, ever ready to meet the
demands of the hour or moment, Miss
Hamilton tripped across the stage to
add her own glowing young person
ality to the glowing ensemble of
“The Passing Show of 1913.”
LILIAS LAUFFERTY.
Unusual.
“Queer mix-up over the Wombat es
tate.”
“As to how?"
“Seems the heirs got more than the
lawyers.”
Mixed In Her Dates.
He—Do you love me, darling?
She—Yes, Jack, dear.
He—Jack! You mean Harold, don’t
you?
She—Of course! How absurd I am!
I keep thinking to-day’s Saturday.
Two boys were discussing a ma^> of
Ireland which they had been examining.
Said Harry:
“But I think Dublin should be higher
up than they have it here. Don’t you
think so?"
George replied:
“Oh, no; you must be mistaken.
These maps are quite reliable. They’re
all done by latitude and longitude, you
know."
Harry gave a doubtfui assent.
“I suppose they're a tip-top firm, and
they ought to know’.”
* * *
Dr. Gorem: "Oh, yes, my boy, I have
fought for my country ”
Boy: "Weren’t you scared, pa?"
"Scared. You wouldn't have thought
so if you had seen me charge the
enemy.”
“You charged ’em all, right 1 suppose.
But you couldn’t make ’em pay, could
you?”
• * •
Jock; “lie’s a good 'uu, Jack. He’s
a millionaire who made his money out
ef iron."
Jack: “Well, look at that now? I
made a few half-crowns out of lead and
I got six months’ hard labor for it!"
* * •
"Look here. Boxer, did you call me
a common ass?”
"No. Fopson. I said you were an
uncommon ass.”
“Aw, that’s different. I cawn’t
stand having anybody cal! me com
mon, y’know.”
Miss Laura
amilton,
from Grave
to Gay.
Do You Know-
The Crooked Billet—an inn which
still stands upon Tower Hill, as it has
stood for generations past—boasts it
self as the oldest wine and spirit
house in London. There Is every rea
sons to believe that the Inn dates
from the time of Henry VIII. Cer
tainly no London inn is more ro
mantic in the matter of sliding panels
and concealed doors, secret rooms and
underground passages—one of these
reputedly leads to the Tower—and
thick walls richly CHrvod. There !s
a tradition that Oliver Cromwell on e
lived (or lodged) at the Crooked Bil
let.
• * •
Clocks are nov; made to run five
years with once winding up. In 18K1
the Belgian Government pluced one
of these in a railway station and
sealed it. It has kept capital time^
having only been four times wound
—in 1886, 1891, 1896, and 1901; and
there Is a clock In the Church of
St. Quentin. In Mayente, which has
only stopped once during a period
of 500 years.
* * *
The construction of a cigar box
may seem to be a very simple mat
ter to the novice, but the box passes
through nineteen different processes
before it is ready to receive the ci
gars.
• • •
The cost of the navies of the world
las^t year aggregated $725,000,000.
I T would appear to those who have
noted the great number and va
riety of women’s clubs that wom
an can have no longing that will not
find a society organized for the ex
press purpose of its gratification.
If she aspires to project her spirit
ual insight into the occult or to
squelch that worm of the dust called
Man, or to get bacon at cheaper
prices, she has only to join a club,
and such a desired end. if not at
tained. is at least set in motion.
But that every longing is not met
is proven through the organization
by Daysey Mayme Appleton of a so
ciety for which the heart of every
woman has unconscious!y yearned.
And the greater the number of her
friends, the greater her yearning.
Daysey Mayme had had the parlors
of her home made hideous by the
gifts of loving friends for years, but
not until she received a water color
of a yellow lamb on a cerise field with
a purple shepherdess did she decide
to rebel. The result of that rebellion
whs the recent launching of a club
called The Secret Society of Breakers.
No woman need admit she belongs
to such a society. Such an .admission
would cause the estrangement of
generous friends and result In charges
of lack of appreciation of their gifts.
“The members,’’ explained Daysey
Mayme, “are known to me and report
to me for assignment, and our method
of procedure in thl.*»:
“A woman receives a fish platter on
which is painted Jonah Inside the
whale or some other appetizing ma
rine scene, and the donor expects it to
be placed on the plate rail of the din
ing room.
“The recipient appeals to me. and 1
deputize one of the active workers of
our order to make a social call at her
home. The active worker sees the
platter, she is enraptured with it, she
asks to hold it, nhe lets it fall, and it
breaks into a hundred pieces.
“She is overcome with remorse, of
course, which 1 appease by paying
for her work as soon as it is reported
that the plate is beyond mending.
“Our organization is only two
weeks old, but In that time members
have made calls on other members
afflicted with generous friends, and
have carelessly dropped and broken
seventeen goldfish globes, nine
lamps, six vases and fourteen china
pleques, and have borrowed four oil
paintings and eleven sofa cushions for
the purpose of copying, which they
have lost on the w’ay home.
“The Secret Society of Breakers
will appeal to every woman who has
kind and generous friends. In future
no woman n?ed go through life with
her love for an artistic home blighted
by purple and blue vases against her
green wall paper or pink camel*
worked on a yellow sofa “cushion.
“All she need do will be to drop a
note to me.”
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And Druggists Generally.
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TATE SPRING
UNDER NEW MANAGEMENT
A high, cool, healthful re*ort, in
the heart of the Cumberland
Mountains of East Tennessee, an
unexcelled climate.
Modern hotel—one thousand acre
park and grounds—eighteen hole golf
course—saddle horses—fine flve-plece
orchestra for concerts and dancing
and that most famous of all American
Mineral Watera,
TATE SPRING NATURAL
MINERAL WATER
always n help, nearly always a cure in indigestion,
nervousness and all ailments attributable to im
proper functions of the bowels, liver and kidneys.
Rev. Dr. E. E. Ho**, Bishop Methodist Church, NashviMe, Tenn.,
says:
“It gives me the greatest pleasure to say that I regard Tate
Spring water as the bast remedy for all disorders of the stomach,
bowels, liver and kidneys of which I have knowledge."
Enjoy the healthful water at the spring or have it shipped to your
home. For sale by all druggist*. In sterilized bottles, filled and sealed
at the spring.
Send postal to-day for Illustrated booklet, giving rates, location and
description of this ideal place for the summer outing. Addres*
TATE SPRING HOTEL CO.
G. B. ALLEN, MANAGING DIRECTOR,
TATE SPRI NG, TENN.
ATLANTA MINERAL WATER CO., LOCAL DISTRIBUTORS.