Below is the OCR text representation for this newspapers page.

I I 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, j c§ % Beauty Secrets of Beautiful Women §3 §3 j Advice to the Lovelorn One Pretty Girl Finds Nature a Most Efficient Teacher By BEATRICE FAIRF AX. 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. Up-to-Date Jokes 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.” TalcumPowder <4 ( The smoothest, finest talcum ; i powder made. “Borated. **^ Two tints—white and flesh. Delightful!} perfumed. MADK BY Talcum Puff Company Itinera rnS H»iiDf«f'nr»r«, Ku,h Trroiinul RaiMln? BROOKLYN. NEW YORK GUARANTEED PURE. The Best Food-Drink Lunch at Fountains Insist Upon ORIGINAL |JAn| GENUINE nvULIvVI 9 Avoid Imitations—Take No Substitute Rich milk, malted grain, in powder form. For infants, invalids and growing children. Pure nutrition, upbuilding the whole body. Invigorates nursing mothers and the aged. More healthful than tea or coffee. Agrees with the weakest digestion. Keep it on your sideboard at home. A quick lunch prepared in a minute. See Your Skin Grow Lighter Daily r\ 0 you want a fairer com- plexton? If you have a very dark, sallow, coarse skin, and you want to make it soft aud fair, use Palmer’s Skin Whitener j and watch the result. It la marvelous and It works quickly. You cannot realize what It will do until you use it. Postpaid^ ^ ^Anywhere All Jacobs’ Stores And Druggists Generally. r.x58meggg!iaf.,:t, .a 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.