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A isfil *£$»$» ,1 One Woman’s By Virginia T. Van De Water. * LL during that dreary winter In ^ painfully conscious of her hus band's increasing love for liquor. But ! he never came home really drunk until one stormy night In late March a week before the baby was born His wife and her mother waited ’int‘1 some time after the arrival of his usual train, then took their dinner ho that the older wo man might go to bed. This was the daughter’s suggestion for she feared— I without cause, she told h«rself—the con dition in which the master of the house ! might appear, if he came in later Her mother did not suspect the truth with regard to Bert's weakness She must not. So Mary hurried her up to her room, and chatted with her nervously as the preparations were made for the night. Then, kissing her mother, she put out the Wight, closing the bedroom door tightly that any sounds from be low stairs might not penetrate to the sleeper's ears She Remembered. As Mary washed the dishes and put them away, she remembered one night, months ago, when she had sent her mother to bed and a waited the coming pf her suitor—the man who was now her husband. She seemed to have lived a lifetime since then The dinner dishes put In the closet and the table set for breakfast the anxious wife seated her self by the lamp in the parlor, and tried to put the finishing touches on the tiny wrapper she was making She had fashioned all her baby’s clothes herself, and this was the last gar ment She was sorry that the bit of dainty work should he done when she was nervous. for the stitches were slightly uneven “But,” she whlsnered. with an at tempt to be humorous with herself, "baby will not mind ” The whistle of the 10 o’clock train sounded through the quiet village The wife folded the little wrapper, then, with a sudden motion pressed it to her lips. “My baby! my baby!" she whis pered For his sake she must keep her self calm. But even this thought fallen to quiet the wild bentlng of her heart as the time drew near when she might expect her husband. She began to pace the floor, pausing often to ’Isten. At List she heard stumbling, uneven foot steps on the walk, and she hurried to the front door and f>ng It open, peering out into the {iarkness. “Bert.” she called softly, “Is that you ?" “Who the devil were you expectin' this time o’ night?” queried the man thickly, as he staggered up the steps toward her She paled and shrank from him as he uttered the coarse Joke then as he reeled on the top step, she sprang forward and caught him by the arm. "Softly, Bert,” she cautioned, “or you'll wake mother”’ "And what If I do?" he demanded angrily. “I expect a man’s got a right to make all the noise he chooses In his own house ain’t he? I’m boss here, remember! She ain’t even a boarder.” “Yes, Bert, I know,” assented his wife. She recollected that she had heard one should never argue with an Intoxicated man Anything now’ to keep him quiet. The smell of his breath made her feel faint, and she shuddered as she saw the blurred eyes, the droop ing jaw and the stained clothes. Her bert Fletcher had fallen down, and Ills trousers were caked with mud. Drunk as he was. he saw her recoil as she g'i!need at his coat. "Yes,” he said roughly, “It’s pretty dirty. I know, hut you needn’t take on any o’ your fine lady airs about it! Many a better woman than you haH had to tend her husband when he was under the weather. You oughter be pityln’ me ’stead o’ lookin’ like a white saint despisin’ a sinner. Here, help me oft with this coat!” She took hold of the garment with trembling hands But for the thought of the unsuspecting woman upstairs she was sure she would have refused to touch it. He might do his worst. What If he did fly Into a rage and kill her— his wife—what difference would that make? It would be a blessing if he did kill her now before her baby came. Then her common sense reasserted it self. and. setting her teeth, she obeyed her husband’s commands When, with much coaxing, she had gotten him safe ly upstairs and past her mother’s door, she undressed him and helped him Into bed. Then, when his heavy breathing assured her that he was sleeping, she took the stained clothes into the bath room, •ooked herself in and scoured the soiled garments, opening the windows wide that the cold outer air might less en the attack of deathly nausea that seized her. Carrying the clothes down to the kitchen, she hung them to dry on the backs of chairs near the range In which she had already banked the fire for the night It would not do for her mother to sec these garments dry ing upstairs In the morning, for she might suspect the truth. Then the worn woman crept down into the caller, and, with as little noise as possible, deposit ed several heaping shovelfuls of coal on the furnace If this task were neglected, the fire would be out in the morning, and she would have to make a fresh blaze before the family were astir. MAGAZINE, Copyright, 191ft, International N#w» U^rdca. tu /fr it QJu A • -» • ■u X‘. t; C < n ) c "V. n A -tg > jfm. ® in? % pm ) -exJk ' 1 V ^ •r > If mm ■ m) 3 ' 'Xx i ... > m ; •# ' -M|*A 'V 13/jk.■ Ail “ A ,K ■ ■' ' M Mi*-*** 1 Nell Brinhley Says T IIE best little swimmer in the seaside colony drags herself out on a wet rock and sits happy and salty, swinging her silkeu-clad feet in the fly ing spray. Iler lashes are wet and cling together in little starry points. Her hair hugs her baek in sprays of wet gold, close ns ivy to a young tree. Her brown arms glisten. Salt drops bead her cheeks. Every wave that shivers into arms glisten. Salt drops bead her eh eks. Every wave that shivers into suds on the rocks sends its reaching spu ie against her face and knees. Her eet are sometimes, as the sea draws b ek, high above the water—then they re hidden in the welter of white and g en. Over and around the rocks it ours and foams, waving the long bear Is of seaweed on their grim gray sides. Tlie best little swimmer lifts her chin a d smiles. For the sea and she are in close allegiance. She is not afraid of lini. Her strong brown shoulders and her deep breast never fail—they carry hpr far, and when she clambers out of the sea’s green arms she is as little tired as when she slipped into them. She stretches her hard little arm and inspects it proudly. She is also very proud when she remembers the stunts she can do. She swings her feet in the froth and exults! Suddenly out of the swirling deep water below her a sleek head lifts and iridescent, fish-like, lovely eyes regard her mockingly. The hair of its head is green as jade—and big pink shells lie against its ears. She lifts one arm from the water and the wet hand is webbed. Far behind her—to the amazed eyes of the wet girl on the rock a finned tail lifts from the surf. She rears her body far out and the scabs that dimly begin at the pale flesh of her waist are as red gold as the Japanese fish in a lily pond. And then and there the creature of the sea begins, w.th mocking laughter, a sVring of mar velous exhibitions. She does all the wonderful stunts that the land-girl can do—and all of those she could do if she had gills instead of lungs in her deep chest. The land-girl’s pride falls. When she has done, the mermaid circles seal like below her, leaping high as she faces her, like a wet jewel in green and gold —triumphant—and speaks. “Ho, land-maiden! I saw you showing off this day—showing your little valor in the sea. What can you do th-.t stands beside all this? In your chest you have lungs that must breathe air or you die. The seals and I are blood- brothers. You are an alien—a pitiful swimmer and the sea is your enemy!” The sea creature laughs and dives deep. The flicker of her gold scales—the jade of her writhing hair are vanished. The land-girl’s cheeks were hot with envy. “1 wish I were a LUNG-FISH!” she declares. Her Excuse for Him. The furnace attended to, Mary F’etch- er got as far us the little parlor where the lamp was still burning Here she dropped down exhausted on the glaring blue sofa. For a while she did not move, but as she became const lous that the was growing chilly she pulled over her the hideous areen-anti-yellow slum ber robe that had been Bert’s Christmas oresem to ner. and arranged under her head the hard but gorgeous sofa cush ion which bad been her mother-in-law’s gift • I isel old TJ • wtf# felt that she had endured a 1 she could, that to-night she could not bear to sleep In the room that she and Bert shared In common The wind ratt ed the win dows. and the rain dashed against the paries The listener was so tired that she could not think, but cculd only be aware of her xniser> Yet. »o drunk was her husband that he did not know the next morning that his wife had not la*n by his side all nigV His *ead ac^ed furiously and he gr< wled to Mary, when she told him it was nearly breakfast time, that he would "cut business to-day.” To her mother the wife said calmly that “Bert had come home late with one of his bad heudftches. and was so far from we! tn-daN fha? she would rot disturb frtui, even to have him go to business ’> Do You Know One lighted gas jet consumes as much air as four adults. The Jews of New York number about 5*00,000. one-thirteenth of the entire race. St Martin's said to be the in us* to-day church Canterbury, is •ldest church In England In China and Japan railway sign boards beat the names of places in both English and the native language. The twidve million pounds' worth of lihen which is the average yearly out put of th* I n'ted Kingdom would wrap the earn at the equator seven times round. Portugal is the most illiterate coun try In Europe. t>7 per cent of its popu lation can iuu write In Italy the pro portion of Illiterates is 53 per cent, in Russia 36. in Spain in England 3Vi. A poultry rearer at Domremy France, has discovered that by mixing cayenne pepper with the food of fowls their plu mage turns pink, which char g-*« to a vivid scai4et about an hour before a coming cAnderstorm THE HEAD WAITRESS By HANK. He Had Felt It. BEHIND CLOSED DOORS One of the Greatest Mystery Sto r ies Ever II r it ten By ANNA KATHARINE GREEN. (Copyright, 1913^ by Anna Katharine Green.) TO-DAY’S INSTALLMENT "Can not you tell me?" pursued Cam eron, wildly, “or will you not? You say you love me. show’ it now. Your right hand, Molesworth, or your left, Genevieve or Mildred, which is it?" But though a strange yearning look came Into the dying man’s face, he did not stir, and the doctor seeing it desisted from his efforts and put as it were all selfish thoughts away from be tween them, and bending down, rever ently kissed the forehead, damp now with the dews of death. A thrill that seemed to have nothing but happiness In It passed through the outstretched form. The hand he had re fused to move passed slowly toward Walter, and gave it one earnest pres sure. then the deep, unreadable eyes closed as It were forever, when Dr. Cameron, stooping nearer, murmured In his ear: “Bridget Halloran walked the length of the ward for the first time today, and you have received the credit.” Instantly a smile shone out on those pale Ups and the eyes opened again with a look that Dr. Cameron was In vain trying to read, when a well- known voice murmured slowly and sol emnly In his ear. “It Is all over, doctor; we must find some other way of getting at the truth you want." The Great Question. S OME other way? What other way?" A little time had pass ed. and Dr. Cameron stood In the parlor alone with Mr. Gryce. The detective meditated. He had passed his orime. but he was the great Gryce yet.. How should he find his way out of this difficulty? “I can not wait," pursued the doctor, "for the slow process of comparison and investigation I must know at once and without a doubt whom I have been cherishing in my bosom." "And we," subjoined the other, “must certainly know " And his tone became iirt and businesslike. “What was the last word from your home?" he asked. “That my wife had moved again, but slightly." An expression passed over the detec tive’s face, which, if it had been seen by those who knew him best would cer tainly have aroused great curiosity and interest. For he only looked thus when he had made some famous discovery or originated some deep-laid plan calcu lated to settle a vexed question. “You want to know.” he cried, “how we can all be satisfied as to which of the sisters you have under your roof In the person of Mrs. Cameron?” "Yes." “I will tell you." And, leaning forward, he whispered some earnest and Impressive words Into the doctor’s ear. knick-knacks upon it, and close by. with her plain, benevolent face turned to ward the silent form still stretched in its old quietude on the changed bed, the figure of Mrs. Olney herself, gazing with watchful eye and eager interest at the countenance which to all glances but her own looks out of place upon these coarse pillows, and amid belongings so poor and common. For In the dimness made by the cur tains and the fast-approaching night fall. two other forms can be faintly seen waiting, as all things in the world seem to wait at such a moment, for the re newed stir In those quiescent limbs and fallen eyelids, which would tell of life returned to this long unconscious body. They were those of Dr. Cameron and Mr. Gryce, and It would be hard to tell which countenance betrayed the most intent Interest though there would have been no dlff’culty in determining which had the husband’s anxiety at heart anq which the detective’s. The hour was 6 and the silence something appalling. In it you could hear but one sound; tbs heating of the doctor’s heart. “You said that the powder you gave her would lose Its effect in forty min utes," whispered Mr. Gryce In the ear of his companion, as he quietly replaced the watch he had Just closed. “Those minutes are up. sir." A long drawn sigh answered him. It came not from the doctor, who had sim ply shivered, but from the bed. Mrs. Olney leaned forward till her lips al most touched the sick woman’s fore head, and the word she uttered was: “Mildred!" The beating of Dr. Cameron’s heart stopped, he strained his ears for the answer or exclamation which was to tell so much. “Mildred?” Mrs. Olney again breathed. "Oh!” came In a soft, lingering note from the bed; then two dark eyes sud denly unclosed, and fixing themselves upon the face bent over them, slowly smiled as much as to say, “I am here.” But In another Instant a shudder went through that exhausted frame and those two eyes, wild now. and unutterably searchlng. flew from object to object about her. then back to Mrs. Olney, who, perfect In her lesson, gave her an affectionate look and remarked quietly, "You have been 111. dear, very 111.” At which Mrs. Cameron looked again at the bed, then at the little faded shawl which had been pinned about her shoulders and lastly at her hands from which all her rings had been taken, and cried In sudden anguish: “Is it a dream then? Is there no Gen evieve, no Walter, and am I only Mil dred Farley?” The sound of a step, the smell of some pungent odor about the bedhead and Mrs. Olney found It unnecessary to answer; unconsciousness had set tled again upon the partially awakened woman. The Question Settled. |^t“)O not care for the compliments, I sir." And yet the detective look- Gryce Redeems Himself. ■^r -r vhAT is this? Have we not left \\l Mrs. Olney’s and have we not * * returned to Dr. Cameron’s room? Yes, but something has occur red here—changes have taken place, unaccountable changes to one who has not the clew to the situation. For while the walls, the ceiling, the fireplace and doors are those we have been accus tomed to see in Mrs. Cameron’s apart ment. the carpet, which has been laid between the window and the bed, the curtains which shut off the light and make a semi-darkness In the room, even the bed with Its coverlets and pillows are not only different from those In use here before, but are so strangely out of keeping with the general furnishing of this house of dainty appointments that we are dazed and do not know what to make of it till we suddenly rec ognise a picture that has displaced an exquisite Madonna on the wall opposite the bed and perceive that we have the surroundings and almost the look of that room in Mrs. Olney’s house which we have been told was the one which had-formerly held Mrs. Farley and her daughter. The Illusiorf Is so complete, owing to the use of a screen which has been placed at the side of the bed in a way to cut off a view of the fireplace and such portions of the room as were out of harmony with this idea, that we are not at all astonished to see Mildred’s little stand, with her favorite books and ed decidedly gratified notwith standing "I merely wished to satisfy you and satisfy myself that it was not the adopted daughter of Mr. Gretorex whom you had made your wife* The experiment was satisfactory? You are thoroughly convinced?” To Be Continued To-morrow. Musical. It was at a musical given in an old-fashioned country house, and the soprano was screeching her loudest. “The room Is cold,’’ complained one of the guests, “and I would like to stir the fire in the grate, but I don’t know how to do it without interrupt ing the music.” “That’s easy,” suggested his com panion; “stir it between the bars." 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