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T BEHIND CLOSED DOORS One of the Greatest Mystery Stones Ever Written By ANNA KATHARINE GREEN. (Copyright, 1913, by Anna Katharine Green.) TO-DAY’S INSTALLMENT. Explanations. R. CAMERON wished to see Mr. Gryce, Mr. Gryce was ready to see Dr. Cameron. The result was that they were closeted together at po lice headquarters. The meeting of the two was pecu liar. Each had something to say and the other knew It, but the doctor as well as the detective carefully con cealed his impatience, and waited with seeming impasslvenese for the other to bgin. It was Mr. Gryce who at last broke the silence. "I have learned a fact," said he, "which I tihnk it is your right to know. It is an unexpected one, and may cause you some chagrin, and may not. It depends upon what affects your pride and whether in seeking a wife you had any other views than those which could be met by her youth, her beauty and her wealth.” Dr Cameron smiled bitterly. "If I once possessed what you call pride, it has been somewhat roughly exorcised by the experiences of the last few days. Do not let any fear of wound ing my self-esteem stand in your way." "I only wish to prepare you,” ex claimed the detective, "for w’hat will probably prove a great surprise. And yet why should I take that for granted; you look like a man who has made his discoveries, too." "My discoveries are not your discov eries,” asserted the doctor; "yet why should I take that for granted? Be cause I have learned certain facts in what seems to me an unique way, it does not follow that you have not known them from the first through your detective intuition. But let us not fence with each other in regard to such an important matter. Tell me the result of your labors and I will respond if necessary by telling you mine.” “Very good,” returned the detective. "You will pardon me if I begin with a question. When you married Miss Gre- torex, so-called ” "So-called?"- "Did you not suppose that you were marrying the daughter of Mr. and Mrs. Gretorex?" "Certainly—of course, why?” "They let you think so? Did not tell you that she was only their child by adoption, beloved by them as their own, and the destined inheritor of their wealth, but not of their blood or line age any more than this poor Mildred Farley was, let us say, or any other girl you might chance to meet in a walk through Broadway?" The surprise of the doctor, so great as to almost render him speechless, was his best reply. The detective imme diately proceeded. “Then you were made the victim ot a deception," he declared firmly. "Gen evieve Cameron is your wife, but she is not the child of Mr. and Mrs. Philo Gre torex. She was adopted by them when she was a babe, and under such cir cumstances, and with such secrecy, that the truth has never transpired even among the nearest relatives of the fam ily. Do you wish to hear any particu lars of the affair?” Dr. Cameron arose, walked to the win dow, threw' it up, and took a deep breath of the cool February air, then he came back, a trifle haggard, a trifle wan, but outwardly composed. "I most certainly do,” he returned, "but first reassure me in one regard. My wife ” He had overrated his strength. That name could not pass his lips without a struggle. He paused and looked im ploringly at the detective. "I understand you,” the latter re sponded. "You wish to know if she was a party to the deception? I would rath er not answer you yet. Let me first give you the details of her adoption.” Dr. Cameron drew a deep high. These tremendous blows, one after the other, were telling upon him. "I am listening.” he observed; but his eyes had a far-away look, as if they rested upon objects remote from those contained in this barren office. Mr. Gryce, who. as I have said, un derstood men, perceived this look and remained for a moment silent, then, with softened tone and a quiet air, com menced in his easy, colloquial way to say: “Twenty years ago Phil Gretorex was on the road to fortune, but had not yet attained its summit He was the owmer of stock In a railroad which has since made many millionaires, but he was not so rich nor had he yet become so pow erful that he could not take a Journey or undertake any project without at tracting to himself the attention of the social as well as of the financial world. When, therefore, he and his wife de cided one summer upon taking a trip through Ohio and the other States lying near the Mississippi, there were no bul letins of their movements published in the papers, and they could even halt too weeks at some more pleasing spot than common, without especial wonder being excited 'or those proceedings dis cussed. As the journey was for the benefit of Mrs. Gretorex’s health, which really had not been good, they made these stops often, and the longest one and the most fruitful, as you will presently discover, was in’ a small village called M— I can locate it exactly when you wish me to do so. Here they remained a month and when they went away they carried with them a female infant whom they henceforth presented to the world as their own, under the name of Genevieve. I have the inner history of the matter from the woman, who was present at the birth of the child and afterwards saw it transferred from the real parent to this rich but childless lady from New York. The circum stances were as follows: Mrs. Farley- vou start at that name, yet you must have already guessed it—was a woman who had been suddenly bereft of her husband and all means of livelihood,at a blow. She lived, or rather was staying on sufferance, in the same hotel at which Mr. and Mrs. Gretorex were then boarding, and the day had come for her to glv* birth to a child. Her room ad joined that of the New York lady, and though they had barely met in the halls and on the portico, Mrs. Gretorex pos sessed sufficient of the milk of human kindness to take a certain superficial in terest in her unfortunate neighbor. She was with her more or less during the day, and when she heard the child cry—r it was night, but she was not deterred by that fact—she rose and hastened into Mrs. Farley’s room. "An unexpected sight met her eyes. Stretched on the bed was the mother, with almost an expression of terror on her face, and in the arms of the rela tive, feting as nurse, and likewise in those of the doctor, was a child, each of which dropped its little head and let fall Its little arms with so precisely the same aspect of helplessness that they looked even In that first hour of their life like the mirror of each other. Two! and the poor woman did not know Row she was going to support one!" "Stop!” came from Dr. Cameron, in hoarse and difficult tones. "You are speaking of my wife and ” "The poor girl who looked so much like her that we both took her for Miss Gretorex." A strange smile flitted over the doc tor’s pale lips, and that far-away gaze returned. But he soon mastered him self, and remarked with Just a shade of bitterness "They were sisters, then?" "They were sisters.!’ The silence which followed this speech was broken at length by the doctor. "Go on with your story," he com manded. “I think I can see what hap pened.” "Ye3, it is evident," rejoined the de tective. "Mrs. Gretorex, who had no children, looked at this poor woman who was burdened with more than she knew how to take care of, and a sudden long ing seized her. Approaching the in fants, she looked at them both, and found they were equally healthy, pretty and promising. 'What would I not give for one of you,’ she cried, and turning glanced at the mother. Her words and her look were like a sudden gleam of light to the weak and almost despairing woman. Raising her head, she looked at the relative who was with her and smiled as that relative nodded her head; then she glanced at the doctor. ‘Mrs. Gretorex is a person of means/ that gentleman declared. ‘If she wants one of these fatherless little ones, you might do worse than let her have her.’ The poop woman clasped her hands. " ‘Are you in earnest?’ she cried. 'Would you take Do you want f T will consult my husband,’ the lady Interposed. ’Have the children dressed, and in an hour I will return.' And so she left them, and when she came back there were the two Infants laid side by side on the bed with the mother, mak ing a picture such as you seldom see, the nurse declared. And the good lady went up to them and looked at them again, and 6eemed still more pleased and settled in her resolve than she had been before, and finally declared: ‘I will take one of these children and bring it up as my own, and bequeath it my name and probably my fortune, upon one con dition, and that is that If you give her to me you w’ill give her to me utterly and neither try to follow her fortunes nor concern yourself in any way with her affairs. She is to be mine and mine alone, and never by action or word of yours Is she or any one else to know anything to the contrary Are you ready to promise this and promise It on the Bible?’ “The poor mother, worn out with much suffering, gasped something and turned her face to the wall, but her hand seemed to grope for the Bible, which lay on a little stand near by. Annie—which was the relative’s name, and who, as far as I can learn, was the widow’s adviser on this occasion—placed the book in it, and looked on while the poor woman kissed it, after which the lady carried the sacred volume to the doctor, whom curiosity had kept In the room, and requested that he would sat isfy her with the same oath. But he re fused to do this, though he was liberal in his promises, and she had to be content with the vows she wrung from the two women. The choosing of the child was the next step. They had been laid side by side, and to the human eye there was not the shade of difference between them But without pause or hesitation she stooped over and took the one lying farthest from her grasp, possibly because 9he thought they ex pected her to take the other, and with this burden held awkwardly to her breast she went quickly out of the room, and only the little dent left in the pillow remained to tell the story of the vanished babe.” “Oh!” burst from Dr. Cameron’s lips in a heavy sigh, as his two arms opened with an Involuntary gesture. "This was the beginning." resumed Mr. Gryce, "of the separation between the sisters. It looked as if it would be a final one, for early in the morning, almost before daybreak, I believe. Mr. and Mrs. Gretorex, her nurse—9he did not travel without one in those days and the babe had left the town. Poverty held Mrs Farley to the West and for ten years she heard nothing and knew nothing of the child she had given away. Then an inconsiderate word from the very woman who had influenced her to part from the babe woke the sleeping motherhood within her, and without calculating the cost or seeing her wax very clearly, she came East, bringing her little Mildred with her. She took lodgings in Bleecker street, and re commenced the old struggle for exist ence under less favorable auspices than before, for here she was a stranger while there she had been known and recognized for her worth and misfor tunes But she was near the child she had parted with, and she was where she had every facility for educating Mildred, and she allowed these two facts to content her, especially as the latter was very quick at her books and gave every promise of being an honor and comfort to her. When Mrs. Farley first saw the child who upon growing up became your wife I can not be quite sure. To Be Continued Monday. An Opportunity ToM ake M onev iaventort, men of ideas and laventive ability, should wnto to- y* our 1“* Mvoahoas needed, and prize* offered by leading manufacturers. „ Pv. en, ‘ * ccurrd nur fee relumed. ~WHt Seena Ipeentors rail. How to Get Your Patent and Your Mfoaey," nod other valuable booklets sent free to any addram. RANDOLPH & CO "• tent Attorneys, “I ” Street. N. W, TV AMII.NGTUV D. C. Ad to the vice Lovelorn By BEATRICE FAIRFAX. DON’T GIVE HER UP. Dear Miss Fairfax: 1 am a young professional man of excellent family, and fior seven years have given devoted attention to a young girl. She is of a very poor family, soiyiewhat illiterate, and has never had the chance for an education. I love her, and have have tried by tak ing her to theaters, lectures, etc., to forward her education. We had talked of an engagement, hut a disappointment in business caused me to postpone it six months. She now says she oan wait no longer. We love each other very much. What shall I do? MEDICO-LAX. She has waited long enough for her engagement ring, and an engagement will in no way aCflfect your business plans. Marriage might, but she doesn’t urge that; all she asks is the symbol of ybur intentions. Don’t give her up. You will lose the best there is in life if you do. CALL AT HOME. Dear Miss Fairfax; I am in love with a young lady, but she does nbt answer my let ters. 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 admire. What the New Wraps Will Be Like Little Bobbie's Pa By OLIVETTE. T HE new wraps for fall wear will be ex ceedingly attractive, with many oddi ties of cut and design. The two models shown in the illustration are typical. Delightful is the little evening coat of bro caded satin, with touches of soft marten, fox or lynx, and a unique touch is added by the little tassels of fur on the trimming cord, and the edging of fur on the rosettes that finish the cording bow at the neck. Wide bands of the material cover the arm from shoulder to wrist, opening kimono fash ion. To these the material is shirred over a cord in one continuous piece from back to | FALSE STANDARDS front, the only break coming in the shirring onto the front cord. The popular needle cord of the spring is being reproduced in the heavier boucle weaves of the fall modes. The horizontal stripe is most becoming to a slender figure, but should be carefully eschewed by thq woman who has a tendency to avoirdupois. The skirt of the model shown fastens at the left front, and is cut off a foot from the floor in front with a gradual backward lengthening until it just escapes the ground at the back. A broad cord marks the line of the hem on this overskirt. The tiny plain underskirt is of the cloth with the stripe running perpendicular to the line of material. This underskirt is slit over the left ankle. The coat is cut on far more elaborate lines, and has a very unusual “weskit” of brocaded satin which extends in deep points far below the waist line, whereat is confined by cords like that used on the skirt. The buttons are of the satin, edged by circles of the cord. Tiny buttons and cords fasten the vest, and a collar and wee revers of lace-edged mousseline finish it at the throat. The sleeves are cut in one piece with the square yoke that extends directly across the shoulder blade at the'back. This yoke is edged in the braid, and the draped sleeves are banded with it above and below the triangular inset cuff-piece of the brocade. The lower part of the coat falls in a straight line from this yoke, and is trimmed by great frogs of the braid and brocade buttons directly below the line of the yoke in front. By WILLIAM F. KIRK. I WAS reading a artikel in a theatri cal magazeen, Ma se<1 last nlta, • that sed the day of reel literatur in the drama was cuming back. 1 guess it will cum back about *he saim way Jeffries did, sed Pa. This is a fine ago for reel Itteratur. Why, the peepul nowadays think Shakespeeer was a awful booh beekaus he dident rite songs like That. Honeymoon Glide. I think the peepul are living so fast now. Pa sed, with all of the evening paipers & all of the magazeens to read & think about, that they ar« slowly gitting nutty, at least in the btg rlties. If they aint gitting nutty, Pa sed, why do thay think ‘I Shud Worry’ Is fun ny? I doant see anything sunning about It. But this artikel says the peepul are cuming hack to thare sober senses, just as a man gits oaver a wine dinner. I am awfully glad to heer it, beekaus I have a yung frend who has rote a one- art sketch. She is a vary deep gurl, Ma sed, & the sketch is all ritten in blank verse. The scene was laid at the time the Pershuns was trying to maik Greece quit, that was many yeers ago. Sum of the lines is butifui. A yung Greek captain falls in luv with one of the wives of a grate Pershun general, A* she tries to maik a tool & coax him to tell the seckret9 of the Greek army. She says to him: This strange, wild feeling—yes, it must be love For every other passhun have I known & every other lm-pulse have I felt Save that of love. Listen, oh Dlon- ades, The. dawn Is braking and the song birds trill Their matins to the throne of your god Jove. You told me once I had a sweeter voice Than any songbird. Do you hear it now Begging you to be both my lord and slave? The strongest lord shud be the meek est slave When h1s fine face reflecks the fires of love. Tell me the seekrets of the Greeshun camp And Xerxes will reward thee splen didly. And then we two shall dwell in ecs tasy I’pon sum wondrous isle of gold and pearl How do you like them lines? sed Ma That ain’t poetry at all, sed Pa. Why doant yure yung lady frend cum and see me if she wants to rite sumthing that is reel literatur. I think the lines are fine, sed Ma. Then the yung Greek captain says to the skeeming woman: Prate not to me of love, thou sor ceress! Speak of no strange, wild feeling that thou hast. How couldst thou love Dionades dis honored. Stripped of his medals, disinherited? One seekret only canst thou drag from me And that is this: I have no time for thee! Awful, sed Pa. Who Is yure yung lady frend that thinks she can rite? Then Ma laffed at Pa. Thare alnt any yung lady, she sed. I found them lines in a old play you started to rite yeers ago. Thay was in x a trunk up in the attic. Now how do you feel? Pa looked cheeper than a 6 & 10 cent stoar, but he dident say a word.. One Woman’s Story . By VIRGINIA TERHUNE VAN DE WATER Do You Know— H By MRS. FRANK LEARNED. S!i Author “Etiquette In New York To-day” *** CHAPTER XXIX. I T has been said that Herbert Fletch er was unusually kind to his wife’s mother. He found her a quiet, self- effacing, subdued little woman who sel dom opposed her wishes or ideas to those of her masterful son-in-law. Only once did their wills clash, and that was when, one evening several months before the Fletcher baby was horn, Mrs Danforth suggested with much embar rassment. and suffering modesty that “it might be well if Just now Mary need not do any more heavy work. Per haps," she said, still more diffidently, "for the next two months Mrs. Dennis f.rom the village could come here for three days a week Instead of two.’’ The master of the house turned on her abruptly. "See here, Mrs. D.,” he declared, "Ma mie and I are Running this joint. If she had married a rich man, or if she had money of her own, she might hire extra help every time she feels a bit under the weather But she didn’t mar ry' money, and she’s not got a cent of her own, so she needn’t put on any airs. I’ve told her to engage a woman to nurse her* when she’s sick. And that’s all I can afford to do." She Looked Pained. At this Juncture Mary' entered, and Mrs Danforth hurried away to her own room, but not before her daughter had caught a glimpse of her agitated face. "What’s the matter with mother, Bert?" she asked anxiously, as the door closed behind the widow. "What has she been talking to you about?" "Oh, Just abqut having some one look after you when you’re laid up. that’s all. She might know I would think of that for myself," he added. The wife looked pained. "I am sorry." she said regretfully, "that mother has interfered with your plans, Bert. I could have told her that you had al ready suggested my getting a nurse. I was just thinking of writing to some good registry for one." "A registry?” queried her husband, puzzled. "What kind of a registry?” "A nurses’ registry’,” replied his wife. "There are many such places in New York from which one can engage a trained nurse. I doubt if the local doc tor here has trained nurses at his beck and call. Her husband looked at her in un feigned amazement; then spoke "For heaven’s sake, Mamie, what are you talking about! Do you think you’ve married a Carnegie or Rockefeller that you plan to have a trained nurse at twenty-five per? A trained nurse In deed! I bet something pretty that your own mother never had such a luxury and expense when you were born.’’ "But," faltered the wife, "I thought you said I was to engage a nurse." "So I did! And If I told you to hire a house, would you sign a lease for a Fifth avenue palace? See here. girl, your ideas are too big for my' purse, and the sooner you change them the better. Of course y’ou'll get some one to take care of you. Ask Dr. Davis here in Middlebrook if he knows of a decent woman who can look after you and your baby until you’re up and abofit again. If he don’t know of such a person out here. I’ll ask ma to look one up in town." Mary had already proved the futility of argument with her husband, yet now she made one more effort to convince him that she had right on her side. ‘‘Bert,’’ she said quietly, "do not be angry with me, please, but let us talk this matter over calmly. In the long run, a trained nurse is cheaper than is the old-fashioned untrained attendant, for she gives her patient intelligent care, so that the recovery is not tedious. Don't you think that, perhaps, a real nurse for two weeks would be, in the end, more economical than some one from the village who really does not know her business thoroughly?" She looked at Fletcher frankly, re solved to be patient and reasonable. you go to bed?" he urged. Evidently her silence made him more uncomfort able than her speech. "I can’t go Just yet,” she demurred, "I must see to the furnace, and I sup pose there Is not enough water in tha tank to last until morning, so I must puinp for a little while.” She rose wearily. laying aside her sew ing. To her surprise, her husband stopped her as she started toward the door. "You go to bed. Mamie,” he said, lay ing his hand on her shoulder. "Shak ing down the furnace and putting coal on it isn’t fit work for you Just now; neither is working that big pump good for you. I’ll attend to both these mat ters myself to-night." "Thank you,” she saH again. She felt suddenly like crying, and her voice trembled. She forced herself to raise her face to her husband’s lips as he bent to kiss her, but she shuddered as the fumes of whisky assailed her nostrils. She had suspected when Bert had spok en so violently Just now that he had been drinking in town that afternoon. Now, she knew it, and the knowledge made her sou! sick within her. At Bathtime William G. McAdoo, Secretary of the Treasury, starts his day’s work about four seconds after he opens his eyes in the morning. He and his private secretary, "By" Newton, occu py adjoining rooms at the Cosmcs Club in Washington. McAdoo opens his eyes, gives him self time for Just one yawn and then bounds out of bed. at the same time calling to his secretary. In romps Newton, and the day's grind has started, with no more delay than that. They confer while Mc Adoo is taking his informal cold bath. Many men are obliged to devote their undivided attention to a cold bath, while It lasts, but McAdoo gets his mind off the ordeal by thinking what reply to make to an important letter They continue their conference while McAdoo shaves. Tehn the scene shifts to Private Secretary Newton’s room. McAdoo goes in dragging his clothes after him, and they keep on talking and plan ning while Newton takes his own lit tle cold plunge and shaves. They plunge deep into statecraft while Newton goes over hts face the second time. By the time both are dressed thev have the day all mapped out and re plies framed to a large stack of lm- I portant letters. Also their system makes getting | dressed a social occasion. Why It’s Said. Gabe—Why do they say that the ghost walks on pay-day? Steve;—Because that’s the day our spirits rise. THE DEAREST BABY Mrs. Wilkes’ Fondest Hopes Realized—Health, Hap piness and Baby, j -. Plattsburg. Miss.—”I,ydla E. Plnlc- ham’s Vegetable Compound has proved very beneficial to me, for now 1 am well and have a sweet, healthy baby, and our home is happy. "I was an invalid from nervous prostration, indigestion and female troubles. T HERE are many false standards in these days, and unless peo ple have strong inw’ard convic tions of what is right they may be come confused and And it hard to distinguish between the true and the false. Many difficulties will be solved if we cultivate right thinking and right doing. Wherever the well-bred, well-edu cated woman goes she has a task before her. It is to show’ a standard of good taste. This is not done by setting one’s self up as superior, but rather by the force of a very quiet example. One may always he firm but w'inning. definite but without giv ing offense. What may be termed the "light touch” may help in a perplex ing situation. It has been cleverly said that virtue need not wear hob nailed shoes, but may be daintily shod and both light and sure of foot. One of the temptations to-day *s gambling among women The pas sion for getting something for nothing grows rapidly by what it feeds on. It is so easy to begin by thinking that it does not matter to play bridge fo r a small amount of money. We are told that it "adds to the fun. the ex citement, and it is so dull other wise.” cioon there are larger amounts played for and losses occur whlcn can not be afforded. Is not the con science of a hostess dull when thes? conditions are encouraged knowingly? Women have become involved deeply in all sorts of anxiety and deception to meet rambling debts, or to be ah!** to keep up with richer friends during a season. "I do not allow any exchange of money in my house,” said a hostess at a bridge party, "but if you want to play for money you can r >ay up when you go out!" This solace to an easy conscience ml:? tit trul- be called beat ing a certain ancient enemy "around the bush.” The use of paint and ^owuer on their faces, a practice which is prev alent among some thoughtless wom- At IJege there Is a “schoolgirl" aged 70. She is a widow, Mme. Orimans, and she has Just finished a course of studies in an elementary school by taking a prize. Three years ago she could neither read nor write, but determining that she would master these rudiments she entered her name on the register of the local school. Believed to be the smallest compos itor In the world, I^ewls Spooner Is engaged at the printing works at Tip- tree, Essex. He is 89 years old, stands 3 feet 9 Inches, and weighs 71 pounds. He standa on a stool to reach the type case. The tax on dogs in Hamburg Is grad uated according to the size of the dog Poms or Pekinese are taxed only a few mark*, while St. Bernards and mastiffs are charged the highest rates, with bulldogs, collies, etc., at intermediate fees. "Swan upping" on the Thames, be tween Southwark Bridge and Henley, has resulted In the discovery of 600 young birds, a remarkable number com pared with previous years. Excess fares amounting to 16 pounds sterling were collected at Rhyl Station in one day from parents who had brought children over age on half fares and without tickets. At a novel "pet party’’ at Marlow, prizes were given by vote for the pret- He Stopped Her. "You don’t know what you’re talking about!" he returned. "Any one would think to hear you argue that you had lots of money of your.own. No. I don't agree with you at all in this matter. What was good enough for my mother. Is good enough for my wife. So I don’t want to hear any more about it. If your mother wants professional nurses to wait upon you, let her pay for them— that's all " He got up and began walking about the room, his hands in his pockets. Pretty soon he began to whistle, and Mary knew that for the time his disa greeable mood had paused. He had carried his point and could afTord to be cheerful. She did not lift her eyes from the bit of sewing she had taken up at the beginning of her talk, and presently he spoke In a conciliatory tone. "See here, my girl,” he said, "you look kind of pale to-night. Why don’t you stop that sewing and go to bed? I don’t want you to wear yourself out. And don’t you bother about talking to the doctor about the nurse. I’ll see him about that, and If he don’t know of a reliable person, I’ll get ma to engage for you a woman she knows.” "Thank you,’’ said his wife. But still she did not look up. The man stirred uneasily. "Why don’t "I think 1 suffered every pain a woman could before I began taking Lydia E. Plnkham’s Vegetable Com pound, and I think it saved this baby’a life, as I lost my first one. "My health hae been very good ever since, and I praise your medicine to all my friends."—MRS. VERNA WILKES, R. F. D. No. 1, Plattsburg. Miss. The darkest days of husband and wife are when they come to look for ward to a childless and lonely old age. Many a wife has found herself in capable of motherhood owing to some derangement of the feminine system, often curable by the proper remedies. In many homes once childless there are now children because of the fact that Lydia E. Plnkham’s Vegetable Compound makes women normal. If you want special advice write to Lydia E. Pinkham Medicine Co. (con fidential), Lynn, Mass. Your letter will be opened, read and answered by a woman and held in strict confidence. en and girls, marks a tendency to ward untruth and degeneracy in wom anly character which right-minded men and women observe with deep ,<e8t - nkliest, largest, smallest, fattest, regret, anxiety and mortification. \ j girl who begins by thinking it is no harm to paint and powder her face is already deteriorating in character. I False standards are undermining her | sense of right and wrong. Anything that is a pretense, a .sham, an out ward violation of truth, has a slow but sure effect on the conscience. est ami most gentle "pet’’ present. j In Spain one may see "moving pic- I tures" all the evening In open-air res taurants for the price of a cup of coffee i or a glass of wine. London has 200.000 telepnones, and the calls average 1,250.000 pe>. day. I ill V -.i M tj li TWO FAST TRAINS T r jrJM r, «*•* * * - - 1 Z.* V «