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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.
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 impassiveness for the other to
bgin. It was Mr. Gryce w.ho at last
broke the silence.
“I have learned a fact,” said he,
"which I tlhnk 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
orice 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 what 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
flay:
"Twenty years ago Phil Gretorex was
on the road to fortune, but had not yet
attained its summit. He was the owner
of stock in a railroad which has since
made many millionaires, but he was not
eo 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
for weeks at some more pleasing spot
than common, without especial wonder
being excited or those proceedings dis
cussed.
As the journey vrts ror me benefit of
Mrs. Gretorex’s health, which really had
pot neen goon, they made these stops
*rten. and the longest bne and the most
fruitful, as yoq will presently discover.
#ras in a smaL 1 village called M .
; can locate it exact*' when you wish
me to do so. Here they remained a
month and w’hen they went away they
carried w'ith 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 satv it transferred from the
real parent to this rich but childless
lady from New York. The circum
stances were as follows: Mrs. Farley—
you start at that name, yet you must
have already guessed it—was a woman
who had been sullenly 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 give 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 wlfh her more or less during the
day, and when she heard the child cry—
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, acting 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 how'
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.”
"Yes, 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 w'ords and
her look w'ere 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 w'ants one
of these fatherless little ones, you
might do w'orse than let her have her.’
The poor woman clasped her hands.
” ‘Are you in earnest?’ she cried.
‘Would you take Do you want ’
‘I 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 hack
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 seemed 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 will 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 she 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 Jips
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—she did
not travel without one in those days—
and the babe had left the town. Poverty
held Mrs Farley to the West and for
#*.. y ^«irs 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
'•ery 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 Bo Continued Monday.
Advice to the
Lovelorn
What the New Wraps
Will Be Like
By BEATRICE FAIRFAX.
DON'T GIVE HER UP.
Dear Miss Fairfax:
I am a young professional
man of excellent family, and for
seven years have given devoted
attention to a young girl. She is
of a, very poor family, somewhat
illiterate, and has never had the
chancd 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, but
a disappointment in business
caused me to postpone it six
months. She now says she can
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 affect your business
plans. Marriage might, but she
doesn’t urge that; all she asks is the
symbol of your Intentions.
Don’t give her up. You will lose
the best there is in life If you do. *
CALL AT HOME.
Dear Miss Fairfax:
1 am in love with a young lady,
but she does not 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 w’hich all girls admire.
Little Bobbie’s
Pa
One Woman’s Story .
By VIRGINIA TERHUNE VAN DE WATER
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 neek.
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
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 slertder figure, but should
be carefully eschewed by the 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, where it 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 sleeved are cut in one piece with the
square yoke that extends directly across the
shoulder blade the back. This yoke is edged
in the braid, and the draped sleeves are banded
wdth it above and below the triangular inset
cuff-piece of the brocade
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 artlkel in a theatri
cal magazeen, Ma sed last nite,
that sed the day of reel literatur in
the drama was cuming back.
1 guess it will cum back about 4 he
saim way Jeffries did, sed Pa. This
is a fine age for reel literatur. Why,
the peejiul nowadays think Shakespeeer
was a awful boob beekaus he dldent
^rlte songs like That Honeymoon Glide.
I think the peepul are living so fast
now, Pa sed, with all of the evening
palpers A all of the magazeens to read
& think about, that they are slowly
glttlng nutty, at least In the big cities.
If they alnt gitting nutty, Pa sed, why
do thay think ‘I Rhud Worry’ la fun
ny? I doant see anything sunning
about it.
But this artlkel says the peepul are
cuming back 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-
act sketch. She Is a vary deep grurl,
Ma sed. & the sketch Is all ritten In
blank verse. The scene was laid at the
time the Pershuns was trying to malk
Greece quit, that was many yeers ago
Sum of the lines Is butlful. A yung
Greek captain falls In luv with one of
the wives of a grate Pershun general.
A she tries to malk a tool & coax
him to tell the seckrets of the Greek
army She says to him:
This strange, wild feeling-yes. It must
be love
For every other passhun have I known
A every other im-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 his fine face reflecks the fires of
love.
Tell me the seekrets of the Oreeshun
camp
And Xerxes will reward thee enlen-
didly.
And then we two shall dwell In ecs
tasy
T’pon sum wondrous Isle of gold and
pearl.
How do you like them lines’ 7 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 sumthlng
that Is reel literatur.
I think the lines are fine, sed Ma.
Then the yung Greek captain says to
the skeemlng woman:
Prate iW to me of love, thou sor
ceress!
Speak of no strange, wild feeling that
thou hast,
How couldat thou love Dlonades 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 yune vung 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 a trunk up in
the attic. Now how do you feel?
Pa looked cheeper than a 5 A 10 cent
stoar. but he dident say a word.
Do You Know—
* FALSE STANDARDS
By MRS. FRANK LEARNED.
Author "Etiquette in New York To-day”
T
HERE are many false standards
in these days, and unless peo
ple have strong inward convic
tions of what i§ right they may be
come confused and find It hard to
distinguish between the true and the
false. Many difficulties will he solve.!
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 mav always be firm
but winning, 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 mav be daintily shod
and both light and sure of foot.
One of the temptations to-day
gambling among women The pas
sion for getting something for nothing
11 >
grows rapidly by what it feeds on.
It is so easy to begin by thinking that
it does not matter to play bridge for
a small amount of money. We are
told that it “adds to the fun. the ex
citement, and it is so dull other
wise.” soon there are larger amounts
playe# for and losses occur whicn
can not be afforded. Is not the con
science of a hostess dull when these
conditions are encouraged knowingly' 7
Women have become involved deeply
in all sort® of anxiety and deception
to meet gambling debt*, or to bf* able
to keep up with richer friends during
a season.
”1 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 nay up when
you go out!” This solace to an easy
conscience might trul- be called beat
ing a certain ancient enemy ’’around
the bush.”
The use of paint and ,,u*.-uer on
their faces, a practice which is prev
alent among some thoughtless worn-
At Liege there Is a "schoolgirl" aged
70. Rhe is a widow, Mme. Ortmans, 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 39 years old, stands
3 feet 9 Inches, and weighs 71 pounds.
He stands on a s-tool 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
marks, while St. Bernards and mastiffs
are charged the highest rates, with
bulldogs, collies, etc., at intermediate
fees.
"Swan upping” on the Thames, be-
Tho lower part of tWffen 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 15 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
tiest, ugliest, largest, smallest, fattest,
oddest and most gentle “pet” present.
In Spain one may see ‘‘moving pic
tures” all the evening in open-air res
taurants for the price of a cup of coffee
or a glass of wine.
London has 200,000 telepnones, and the
calls average 1,250,000 pe. day.
m
Six
CHAPTER XXIX.
I T has been said that Herbert Fletch
er was unusually kind to his w'ife’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 born, Mrs.
Danforth suggested with much embar
rassment /and suffering modesty that ”it
might he 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
from 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 weathor. 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 w’ldow. “What has
she been talking to you about?”
“Oh, Just about 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 c?n 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 1 was to engage a nurse."
"So 1 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 you’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 about 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 he
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?”
Rhe looked at Fletcher frankly, re
solved to be patient and reasonable.
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 wHe. 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 afford 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 a,bout the nurse. I’ll see him
about that, and if he don’t know of a
reliable person. I’ll get ma to Aigage
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
you go to bed?” he urged. Evidently
her silence made him more uncomfort
able than her speech.
'1 can’t go Just yet," she demurred,
”1 must see to the furnace, and I sup
pose there Is not enough water In the
tank to last until morning, so I must
pump 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 said agahi. She felt
suddenly like crying, and her voice
trembled. She forced herself to raise
her face to her husband’s lips as he berrt
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 soul 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 Cosm< a
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 Privare
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 his 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 im
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
I spirits rise.
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