Newspaper Page Text
Their Married Life
By MABEL HERBERT URNER.
The Newest in Afternoon Wear
H ELEN*8 real move for going to
the Louvre was to say that she
had been there.
Many other tourists have been actu
ated by this same motive, though they
would probably not admit It. They
wearily drag themselves through the
endless galleries, then come home ami
for years after gush over the ‘ great
masterpiece” they saw “in the Louvre.”
Warren had promptly and emphati
cally declared that he had no intention
of going, that it was too “blooming hot”
to trail around and look at pictures
But Helen felt she could not face the
amazed exclamations of the folks at
home: “And you DIDN’T go to the
Louvre! You were In I’arls all that
time and didn't spend a day there!”
So this morning, fortified by her guide
book and a strong sense of duty, Helen
started out
‘‘Better take a cab,” Warren hed ad
vised. ‘‘You’ll need all your energies
when you get there. There're miles of
those gaTleries.”
Because it was very warm, and be-
cauae the two weeks of constant sight
seeing were beginning to tell on her,
Helen did take a cab
“The Louvre, the Louvre!” she in
structed the driver.
*‘Oui, oui, madame.” and they were
off.
But when he drew up Helen found
that he had taken her. not to the
Louvre galleries, but to the Magaslna
du Louvre—one of the great department
stores of Paris. Excitedly she rapped
on the glass door.
“No—NO! The art galleries! The
Louvre! The LOUVRE!”
His face lit up with understanding.
He Jabbered something reassuringly and
quick’y turned the car
At Last.
A few blocks further on he again
stopped, jumped down and opened the
door with an air of triumph.
It was the Louvre HOTEL lie had
brought her to this time!
Helen, Hushed and excited, almost
screamed, “The LOUVRE! The LOU
VRE!”
The man looked blank. It was not
until she pointed to the name in her
guide book, that his expression changed
and he exclaimed Joyfully:
“MUSEE! MUKEH du Louvre!”
That any Paris cabman should not
know what you meant by the Louvre,
Helen thought, Indignantly, as they
whirled off once more! She had been
anxiously watching the taximeter, which
now registered over two francs.
This, winter she would study French!
If ever she came to Paris again, she
would not be at the mercy of these stu
pid drivers
When they finally turned into a large
court yard, He’en recognized the stately
buildings of the Louvre beyond. But
the meter registered still another franc
before the car stopped at the entrance.
Up a tiight of marble steps, through
a maasive door, and Helen stood in a
great vaulted corridor. Checking her
parasol, she started down one of the
long galleries. At first she wandered
, around aimlessly, then turned to her
guide book.
Baedeeker devotes just 91 closely writ
ten pages and nine maps to the Louvre,
and Helen waded through them hope
lessly confused.
Svengali, the mind-leading pianist
Then she discovered thut she had
come in at a side entrance, and the
Itinerary of Haederker starts from the j
main entrance. Had she known where *
that was. Helen felt It would he easier *
to go out and come In again, ho that j
she could begin with the, “From the I
main vestibule we enter to the left the |
Golerie Denon whose bronze copies ”
To find where you are in a guide-book j
is an obeaslon of most tourists, and 1
Helen hardly saw the paintings, for her j
eyes were glued to her Baedeeker in an j
effort to find their numbers.
She tried to think of some particu
larly famous pictures she ought to see.
The "Mona Lisa’*' But that hud been
stolen. “The Last Supper,” was that In
the Louvr? "The Horse Fair,” was that
there? And whose “Madonna” was it
that was famousV
The Venus.
By all this it will be seen that Helen’s
knowledge of art was noi exhaustive.
At the foot of a broad stone stairway
was a group of statuary. She thought
•f the Venus d* Milo! Surely that would
not so hard to find as a pic ture. But in
the floor below the galleries of ancient
sculpture seemed endless. At length.
Hie World’s
Confidence in
any article intended to relieve
the suffering's of humanity is
not lightly won. There must
be continued proof of value.
But for three generations, and
throughout the world, endur
ing and growing fame and
favor have been accorded
BEECMM’S
PILLS
because they have proved to
be the best corrective and
preventive of disordered con
ditions of stomach, liver, kid
neys and bowels. The first
dose gives quick relief and per
manent improvement follows
their systematic use. A trial
will show why, in all homes,
the use of Beecham’s Pills
Continues
To Increase
in the dlstnre, she saw the famous arm
less statue against Its red velvet back
ground
It was in an alcove alone, protected
by a brass railing against which several
tourists were leaning.
One is supposed to stand before this
statue In rapt admiration of its classic
lines. But Helen’s thoughts were some
what different. She was wondering how
her own well formed little body, of which
she was secretly very proud, would
compare with this statue.
She had heard of the large waist of
the Venus DeMllo, and now she noted
the breadth of the hips. She smiled as
she thought of them In a hobble skirt.
And the feet—even for the size of the
statue they seemed large. Instinctively
Helen glanced at her own small russet
shoes.
Help.
But she liked the way Venus wore
her hair, and promptly decided to try ar
ranging her own that way. Only her
hair waa not wavy, possibly it would
not look so well.
These are not exactly the thoughts
that are supposed to thrill one when j
they gaze at the Venus de Milo, but this
is precisely what Helen thought and
what probably nine women out of ten
do think, although they would strenu
ously deny It.
For the next half hour Helen wan
dered through aisles of ancient sculp
ture. There were statues In all forms
of mutilation, headless, armless and leg
less. Of some only the torso remained,
an<] there were many detached arms,
logs and hands. No doubt they were all
very flno, but Helen thought them rath
er grewsome.
She had now given almost two hours
to pictures and statuary, and with a
sense of duty fulfilled, she was eager to
look up the one exhibition In which she
had a real and genuine Interest—the an
tique furniture.
From the guidebook she gleaned that
tHe furniture was In another wing of the
building. But which wing? And how
could she reach It? Uncertainly she
approached a guide, but he could not
speak a word of English, and his French
was both fast and unintelligible.
“Perhaps I can help you? I was Just
going to look up that furniture.”
Helen turned quickly. The voice wai
American, and so was the tall, well-
groomed man. with the unmistakable air
of a New Yorker about him.
“Oh, thank you,” flushing self-con
sciously. “It’s hopeless trying to find
things here If you don’t speak French.”
"Yes, It Is a little awkward. There’s
no excuse for their not having Eng
lish-speaking guides Now I think we
will find this the shortest cut to the
other wing ”
When they reached the furniture,
Helen started to thank him and pass on
alone But in the most natural and
matter-of-fact way he called her atten
tion to a Louis XIV desk by the win
dow.
"It’s slightly restored, but I think
that's one of the best pieces in the col
lection ”
He drew from his pocket the mu
seum's catalogue In French, found the
number of the desk, and translated the
rotes about It.
Her Flutter.
Before Helen realized it, she was
viewing this collection with this stran
ger. and enjoying every moment of it.
He seemed thoroughly familiar with
every period of French * furniture, and
they lingered there almost an hour.
“There are some Gobelin ministries In
the main wing that I should like to show
you,” he suggested, when they htui ex
hausted this gallery.
From the tapestries, lie took her
through the ceramics, and from there
through the bronzes.
"I’m afraid you’re tired," he turned to
her suddenly, with a note of concern.
“These galleries are very exhausting
I think there’s a lunchroom in one of
the wings her©—if I may suggest—-—’*
’“Oh, no, no," hastily. “1 must go
back to the hotel for luncheon. I had
no Idea it was so late. I have enjoyed
It so much—and you’ve lieen very
kind.”
"Most of the enjoyment has been
mine," gravely.
He took her to the main entrance and
motioned to or.e of the waiting cabs.
"What address shall J give the
driver?" as he helped her in.
"Hotel Ronceray," flushed Helen.
“Why, that's where I stopped last
year,” the note of pleasure In hi* voice
was unmistakable, "and where I still
dine very often. I shall hope to he
fortunate enough to see you there some
evening." anil he stood back with raised
hat as the taxi moved off.
With her thoughts in a turmoil, Hel
en gazed unseeingly out of the window
as she was whirled hack to the hotel
Mingled with an almost guilty self-
consclouness, there was a sens© of ex
hiiaration, too. the exhilaration that
every women feels when she is unex
pectedly made to realize that she Is still
young and attra<
It was not until she went to pay the
cabman ami found a brass check in
her pocketbook that Helen remembered
she had left her parasol at the side en
trance of the Louvre She had not in
tended to take a cab. nor even to come
back to the hotel until evening, yet
these things seemed minor details now.
It had been so long since Helen had
had anything to flutter over that she
could hardly be blamed for fluttering
Just a little over this.
RFMTTSJD Cl fKP
r\ PAAnf One of the Greatest Mystery Stones
unniiNiJ llUijli.
V DUUKj Ever Written
By OLIVETTE.
A FTERNOON tea is 1he i'ad of the stay-at-
homes, and what costume could be
smarter for the occasion than a gown
in black lansdowne, satin crepe de chine or
any other soft, clinging material?
The “Cubist” sleeves and inset fail at the
hack of the draped skirt, in the model shown
above, are of black satin, flowered in red and
green. The vest is of white mousseline with
a tiny hemstitched hand marking the center
front; and revers, Medici collar and long tie
are of dainty spiderweb shadow lace in faint
ecru.
A distinctly new note and a forerunner of
the fall styles is the deep slash at the point
in the waist where rovers lengthen into tie.
The extreme tendencies of the fall fashions
are well demonstrated by the suit illustrated
above. The 1( ngthening waistline, the long
coat, the slit, draped skirt and the loose ki
mono sleeve are all found combined in this one
model.
The suit is of dark blue boucle with square
collar and cuffs of blurred pomegranate red
and blue Oriental silk. Frogs of braid fasten
the singfe-breasted coat, and fancy Hercules
braid edges the collar, cuffs, and the wide belt
that girdles the fullness of the coat below the
waistline, and that stops in the slanting line
of patch pockets halfway to the front.
The coat curves into its greatest length at
the sides, where it falls in points and then
gradually shortens across the back.
The skirt is slit directly in front, and has
a band of braid outlining the slit and contin
uing up to knee height., where it is held by
a simulated hook-and-eye shaped frog of braid.
The line of the braid continues up parallel to
itself and directly in line with the left end of
the braid frog. Braid ornaments hold in the
skirt at each side.
Skyscraperest.
Opposite the post office, in lower
Broadway, New York City, there has
Just been completed a building 780
feet high, which \s ill provide working
quarters lor 10,000 people. If all the
men and women employed in this one
"skyscraper” should attempt to go
uptown by the subway at the end of
the day, it would take the ten-car
express trains running at intervals
now established fifteen minutes to
haul them away.
Though this happens to be the high
est structure in the city, there are
others nearly as large. It is one of
dozens that accommodate 4.000 or
5,000 people each, and one of hun
dreds that accommodate more than a
thousand ]W>ple each,
• ^
Richard Brinsley Sheridan, the fa
mous dramatist and orator, was al
ways In pecuniary straits, and constant
ly besieged by his creditors. A creditor
came into his room one day and found
him seated before a table on which was
a heap of gold and notes.
“There is no use in looking at that,
my good fellow," said he to the vis
itor. "That is all bespoken for debt£ of
honor.”
"Very well,” replied the tradesman,
tearing up his security and throwing k
into the Are, “now mine is a debt of
honor, too.”
"So it is, and must be paid at once,”
said Sheridan, and he handed him the
money without further demur.
* * *
A near-sighted old lady at a dinner
party one evening hud for companion
on the left a very bald-headed old
g. nth man. w i g
tleman at. her right she dropped her
napkin unconsciously. ‘Pile bald-
headed gentleman, in stooping to pUk
it up. touched her arm with his head
The old lady turned round, shook hei
head, and very politely said
"No melon, thank you."
• • 0
On one occasion when a certain
Parliamentary candidate, known as \
clever speaker and very effective in
dealing with a hostile audience, was
addressing a meeting in his constitn
ency, he had no sooner risen and said,
"Gentlemen.” than someone threw an
egg at him. Quite unperturbed, he
turned to the offender and said:
“I was not speaking to you, sir.”
"Well, did you discover anything
in Stump's past Ilfs that w< can u »<
against him?"
Detective—Not a thing. All he evei
did before he came here was to sell
awnings.
Election Agent—Why. that’s just
what w e want W< 'll y that he has
been mixed up in some decidedly
shady transactions.
* * «
Finding a lady reading “Twelfth
Night/* a fac< tioUs lot toi isk<
"When Shakespeare wrote about
'Patience on a monument,* did he
mean doctor's patients."
“No," said the lady. You will find
them under monuments, not on
them.”
Lovelorn
Up-to-Date Jokes
Ad
vice to the
Do You Know—
By BEATRICE FAIRFAX.
YOUR MOTHER KNOWS BEST.
Dear Miss Fairfax:
We are two chums, both 19
years of age, considered attractive
and good dancers. The young
men of our set are very slow
about asking girls to affairs, and
we have been in the habit of go
ing without male escorts. Now
our parents have told us we can
not do this any more, as they
think it isn’t nice for girls to at
tend dances alone. Please tell us
if they are right in their attitude.
We have been told that the rea
son the young men do not offer to
take girls to dances is that their
salaries are so small they can not
afford to. Also please advise us
whether it is proper for a young
man who escorts a girl to a dance
to stay with her throughout the
evening, or to provide other part
ners for her? GRIFFIN.
Two young girls should not go to
dances alone, but this does not mean
they must deny themselves the pleas
ure because no men escort them. \
mother or father should be willing to
act as escort, or if a number of girl
chums can get an elderly lady f o
chaperon all of them, the trouble will
be mastered. When a man escorts a
girl to a dance, it is his duty to see
that she has a partner for every
dance.
PERHAPS SHE IS SHY.
Dear Miss Fairfax:
I am working in a place of
business with a man of whom I
think a great deni. Any time I
write him to call to see me he
appears to be quite delighted and
calls, but never makes any effort
to call except when 1 ask him.
Don't you think he should ask
me if he can call? PUZZLED.
Such a request from him would
show an interest in you which he
now seems to lack. You say he al-
ways accepts and is delighted. That
encourages me in the belief that he
thinks a great deal of you, but is
bashful.
Don’t ask him for a time. 1 have
an idea he will speedily ask you.
Big Ben at Westminster, which va
ries on the average less than a sec
ond a day, is regulated by electric
machinery from Gieenwich, ind naa
special contrivance for making the
first Mow Of the hour strike at ex
actly the right time.
To keep a horse in a dark stable is
cruel to the animal and dangerous to
its owner. The retina becomes dead
ened and more or less useless and
after a lime the sight is seriously im
paired. The horse starts and shies at
objects it sees imperfectly.
A rifle bullet may be tired through
a pane of glass, making a hole the
size of the ball without cracking the
glass. If the glass be suspended by a
thread it will make no difference, and
the thread will not even vibrate
The heart of a vegetarian is said to
beat on an average 58 to the minute
that of the meat eater, 72. This rep-
tesents a difference of 20,000 beats in
24 hours.
Gout is rarely known among the
working classes of Ireland. Their im
munity from this complaint is thought
to be due to the fact that their food
consists largely of potatoes.
Spain hajs more sunshine than any
other country in Europe. The yearly
average Is 3.000 hours. In England
it Is 1,400.
The longest plant in the world is a
species of subtropical seaweed,
which grows to 600 feet in length.
France makes nearly 26,000,000 pairs
of gloves yearly, and of these 18,-
000.000 pairs are exported.
A Sure Sign,
A minister, while visiting his peo
ple one day in the bush, was asked
to stay for dinner.
While sitting down on the veranda,
a little boy about five came round to
him. and after talking a little while
said, "You can't guess what we are
going to have for dinner.”
The minister sad he would give up
after several guesses.
The little boy then said. "It’s roly-
poly puddin’, I know, ’cos mother's
only got one stocking on.”
By ANNA KATHARINE GREEN.
(Copyright, 1913, by Anna Katharine
Green.)
TO-DAY’S INSTALLMENT.
••But "
"Be patient; it is a hard story I have
to tell and I must tell it in my own
way. The eccentricities of Mrs. Gre-
torex. and the pride which she had
doubtless been told I possessed, are her
excuses, probably, for the underhand
course she took In the whole matter. If
her mother—I allude to Mrs. Gretorex—
had responded to her as sfce ought when
asked If It were too late for her to break
her engagement with me. or if I had
shown her even the beginning of that
interest in her own welfare which I
feel now, she might have been temptd
to reveal the truth, and not resorted to
such violent and unheard of measures
to satisfy her own imagined wishes
without endangering that open censure
of society which she felt herself too
weak to meet. For it was not enough
that she contemplated giving herself
that t’ery night to another than the one
she stood pledged to, but she had also
made all her plans for supplying me
with a bride whose bright eyes, In the
one short glance I had of her, deceived
me Into thinking I had my own Gene
vieve back, happy and restored and
whom if Genevieve had not returned
penitent and eager, a short half hour
before the time for our descent to the
parlors, I should have doubtless led be
low, to my great undoing and that of
every person concerned.”
Mr Gryce uttered an ejaculation.
"It surpasses everything I have ever
known.” cried he; it makes me young
again; It recalls the old wonders of
He paused, cast an apologetic look
into the heart of the penwiper and
murmured some excuse. His profes
sional ardor had made him forget his
feeling as a man. He did not lapse
again, but his eye burned like a spark
of fire.
‘The likeness between the sisters
must have been most marked, or two
such sensible women would not have
entered into so tremendous and danger
ous a scheme. And yet the ignorance
of the one and the passion of the other
are sufficient excuses perhaps, for even
so great a folly as this; especially >ps
the latter failed to support the neces
sary courage for the execution of a
plan which probably locked more feas
ible in prospect than in reality. That
Julius Molesworth himself stepped in
and put an end to an attempt he cer
tainly had too much good sense to sanc
tion, may be the true explanation of
her sudden return to duty and the true
affection of one in her own station of
life. But at this I can only hazard a
guess, for my knowledge begins and
ends with an account given by Gene
vieve of her state of mind between th^
time she first saw Dr. Molesworth and
the afternoon of the day when she ex
pected him to respond to her summons
by visiting her at the C Hotel.”
As he said this the doctor’s hand
strayed mechanically to his pocket,
which Mr Gryce, observing, for all
his studied attention to the pen-wiper,
exclaimed:
“Papers? Let me see them. I like to
get my facts at the fountain-head."
Dr. Cameron frowned, greatly an
noyed at himself; but, upon considering
that the same result would have fol
lowed his necessary explanation of
where he had obtained hla knowledge,
he thrust hie hand Into his pocket and
drew* out the small roll which we have
seen once before in his grasp.
“Letters written by my w’ife,” he as
serted shortly, “to the gentleman al
ready mentioned between us. Not sent,
but kept as a gift to be placed In his
hand when the law had sanctioned their
affection. That moment never came,
and the roll, taken from the hotel to
her own room in her father’s house,
was found by me In hiding, between
the cushions of an old sofa. That she
did not destroy it is doubtless due to
the fact that she felt it to be the best
plea she could present If the truth in
regard to her conduct on the day of our
marriage ever came to light.”
“Miss Gretorex’s writing, and no mis
take,” was Mr. Gryce’s sole comment,
as he turned the pages over with busy
hand. Then, shortly, "How came your
attention to be directed to the sofa as
a place of concealment?"
”1 dont’ know. It was one of those
discoveries that follow’ an impulsive
thought. I had the riofa before my eyes,
and feeling assured that the roll had
been hidden somewhere ” Here he
explained how he came to know there
was a roll at all, and Mr. Gryce. lis
tening, smiled a little smile of congrat
ulation. though inwardly vexed that he
had to depend upon another for so im
portant a discovery.
“Dr. Cameron,” he began, glancing at
the papers as he talked, "do you re
member. in our last interview’, urging
various arguments in proof that Gene
vieve Gretorex could not in reason have
committed the crime imputed to her?”
Dr. Cameron bowed his head.
"Well, Mr. Gryce made a note of these
and Home other things you said at that
time, and I would be obliged to you if
you would glance over them to refresh
your mind and prepare yourself for
something I am going to say.”
"But "
"I know you are suffering and that
it will be a kindness to cut short your
suspense, but—the words are not many.
Read them. Dr. Cameron; read them.”
And be thrust the paper into the doc
tor’s hand.
But though the latter looked at It
with great earnestness, he evidently re
ceived no impression from the words
before him, and the inspector, seeing
this, took the paper away again, saying:
"You shall see it later. It wMll perhaps
be better for me now’ to tell you that
from the facts and arguments you ad
duced at our last meeting, we have
come to the conclusion that Genevieve
Gretorex was not accountaoie for the
death that took place in her room. That
she neither gave poison nor profited by
its use. That she w’as a victim, and
that the woman you married ”
He stopped, eyed the doctor, who
Funeral Designs and Flowers
FOR ALL'OCCASIONS.
Atlanta Floral Company
4S5 EAST FAIR STREET.
was trembling like an aspen, and glow
ing like a being suddenly lifted out of
hell into heaven.
“You never got that from any argu
ments I used," cried the doctor. “You
have seen Molesworth and he ”
But the inspector interposed gravely:
“Yes, we have seen Molesworth, but
he added little to the knowledge we
had. No, no, it was your admissions
which proved to us that Genevieve Gret
orex is innocent. And yet " he went
on, checking the doctor's Joy with a
sudden look, “we can not offer you our
congratulations, for with this conviction
comes the painful alternative that she
is only so because it was not the sub
stitute and prototype of your betrothed
bride that perished in that hour, but
the bride herself, and that the woman
you call your wife, and who now lies
under the surveillance of the police, Is
not the elegant and fastidious heiress
of Mr. Gretorex, but—hear up. Cam
eron; there is hope for you in all this—
the able, ardent and aspiring Mildred
^Farley.”
The Last Hope.
T HE blow had fallen; It had been
long delayed, but it had come at
last, and for a moment Dr. Cam
eron looked crushed. Then he recovered
himself and said, though somewhat
faintly.
"This is surmise on your part; you
have no proof that such is the fact?"
"No actual proof, no; but plenty of
! w’hat you might call circumstantial. Thfe
fact that Mrs. Cameron has not been
known to write a word since her nmr-
j riage, is one.”
"You see it is not a question to be
answered In an instant,’’ remarked that
i gentleman, with sympathetic eamest-
I ness.
“I do not attempt to answer it, I
shall not. When Genevieve—Mrs. Cam
eron—has reached a condition in which
it will be safe for me to put such a
; question, I will ask her to tell me the
j truth and she will do It."
"You think so? Well, that might do
if it were yourself only who must be
satisfied; but, unhappily, there is the
police, and I do not think we should
i feel the question fully settled by this
j means.”
"Not if she acknowledged she was
1 Mildred Farley?”
"Not if she acknowledged she was
Mildred Farley. It might be a ruse
on the part of Genevieve Gretorex to
i escape from what she must consider
| Genevieve Gretorex’s anomalous posi
tion. A woman who could do what this
woman did, be she Genevieve or Mil-
I dred, has passed beyond the bounds
i where her mere word may be relied
I upon.
i The doctor knew it.
"Then what would you do?" asked
j he.
The inspector looked at him gravely,
and saw that his anxiety was not to
j be tampered with and remarked:
I "You have forgotten that Dr. Moles-
? worth must know whose body he car-
' rled off in his phaeton.”
Dr. Cameron had been sitting; he im
mediately bounded to his feet.
"Yes,” he Med, "Molesworth! Let
us go to him. He will tell me——” But
at this point his enthusiasm paled. A
thought had struck him. "Molesworth
did great things for the woman who
married me,” he declared. "Would he
have done so much for Mildred Far
ley? Must it not have been Genevieve
Gretorex whose helplessness he pitied,
and for whose safety and content he
was willing to incur the risk and endure
the not too agreeable sensations of car
rying a dead body out of a house in his
artns?”
But the Inspector shook his head. “I
am not so sure of that,” he rejoined.
“Some men will do more for friend
ship than for love. Besides, a woman
who had deceived his hopes and fled
from a marriage with him to unite
herself to another would not awaken
the some sympathy in him as Mildred
Farley might.”
“You have seen him: you have talked
with him; he has confessed to you.”
“No; Dr. Molesworth would not an
swer any questions last night. He was
sick, or appeared so, very sick I should
say.”
Dr. Cameron thought of the look he
had last seen upon his new friend’s face,
and wondered if out of consideration for
himself Dr. Molesworth, had been sup
pressing symptoms which he knew were
tending toward serious illness.
“He was In the water, Q Informed
me, on that coldest of cold days; and
this, with the privations you have suf
fered, may have occasioned disease.
But he may also be attempting some
trick upon us, and to make sure this is
not so, I think it better for you to ac
company me in my next visit. Are you
ready to go?"
Was he not? Upon Molesworth now
depended all his hope. He alone could
satisfy him concerning a fact which
meant everything to him. He followed
the inspector with alacrity, and they
proceeded at once to Mrs. Olney’s house.
Why was ft that the doctor’s heart
sank as he approached, and the very
house front looked repellant and un
communicative? Was not Molesworth
his friend, and would he not see that a
doubt like this must be settled, no mat
ter what the consequences? He hur
ried forward as he reached the steps,
but faltered when It came to ringing th«
be I. The inspector, however, did thi*
for him, and when the door was opened
put the question which elicited the re
ply:
'‘Oh, he is much worse this morning,
sir. The doctor we called in says he is
afraid he will not last through the day.’’
Struck to his very heart of hearts.
Dr. Cameron reeled where he stood, but
only for a moment: the next he was on
the threshold of Molesworth’s room.
Mrs. Olney met him before he could
pass within.
“Oh!” she cried, "he has been calling
for you. Not an hour of the night but
he has murmured your name. He is
very Ill, and does not know the face of
any one who goes near him.. To think
he should hae come back for this.”
Cold as stone, and with a heart like
lead. Dr. Cameron stepped by her and
approached the bed. Good God! was
this the same man he had parted from
yesterday! He could not believe his
eyes; he could not believe his under
standing. He stared at the poor, hol
low-eyed, delirious creature before him,
and had neither words nor thoughts
He was only conscious of hopes that
went down, down, down.
“It is a bad case of acute pneumo
nia,” whispered a soft voice into his
ear. “If he rallies again It wil! be only
for a few minutes; nothing short of his
own skill could save him, and that he
will never be able to exercise again.
Don't you agree with me, sir? His
pulse Is so and so, and his tempera
ture——“
If answer was expected. It did not
come; Dr. Cameron did not even know
who spoke to him.
“Julius?” he whispered, “Julius, do
you not know me, Walter Cameron?”
But the wild, feverish eyes had no
understanding in them, and neither
turned nor softened at this passionate
appeal. Frantlcal’y the doctor rose to
his feet and approached the inspector
“He is slipping from us,” he cried,
"and we shall never know what secret
he conceals in that heart of h!s. Will
you stay with me till this belief be
comes certainty, or can you trust me to
watclffry his side alone?”
"Gryce Is here,” answered the in
spector. "He has been with him I be
lieve. all night. He will stay with you."
The doctor hastened at once to the
telephone. Having been put in commu
nication with his own home, he asked
for news, and receiving answer that
his wife’s condition remained unchanged
gave orders that he was to be informed
if she showed any signs of returning
consciousness. Then he went back to
Molesworth’s side.
"He does not. know you,” whispered
Mrs. Olney, "and yet he seems quieter
since you came in. Hark! there he is
calling your name again.”
And sure enough a piteous "Walter
Walter Cameron!” broke that moment
from the sick man’s lips, and going to
the heart of the watcher, brought the
tears to those stem eyes, which all his
own woes had not been able to call
forth.
And thus for a couple of hours, when
without warning there came a change,
and the dying man looking up knew
Cameron, and breathed a soft sigh that
sounded so natural that the latter took
heart, and bending over him said:
“You have something to tell me, Ju
lius. It will take but one breath, and
will make me your debtor forever
Which sister did I marry? Answer me
that, dear friend, and I will ask you
nothing more.”
And for a moment, it seemed as If the
sick man would answer; for he opened
his lips and endeavored to speak, but
failed
"Oh, God! Oh, Ood!" cried Dr Cam
eron, in despair; "must I .see him die
with that one word unsaid? Julius,
Julius, you can lift your hand if ft
is Genevieve Gretorex who is now my
wife raise your right hand.” *
It did not move.
“If it la Mildred Farlely. raise up
your left.”
That did not move.
To Be Continued To-morrow.
KODAKS
Tim Bast Finitetef n*»S tslsry-
In* Thai Ca* *ro4*m4.
Kaauoaa Film* and con-
:>*«*• stack aailm mpplUa.
„ If* far ont-flf-t'vwn «*s»am*fa.
•end for Catalog and Price Lla*.
A. K. HAWKES CO.
14 Whitahall St, Atlanta, Qa.
Wn
Every Woman
Is interested and should
know about the wondertul
Marvel R i,ta ‘ s r*’
Douche
Ask your druggist for
it. If he cannot sup
ply tha MARVEL,
accept no other, but
send stamp for book.
Marvel C«., 44 E. 23d II . N T.
in Opportunity
ToMake Money
Investors asm ef ideas sad urretthv* ability, should writ* to
day for our list of are* a boas oosdod. aud prtsoa oltred by feadm*
manufacturers.
Patents secured or our tot rstvrsid "Why %n bneutors
Fail," "How to Get Your Patent and Your Mouoy,* and otkor
* #f
■' 1 >t
7
j
I
* (
(
i
f.
im >
< >1*. v