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Their Married Life By MABEL HERBERT URNER H ELEN’S real move for going to the Louvre was to say that ah« had been there. Many other tourist* have been actu ated by this same motive, though they would probably not admit it. They wearily drag themse’ves through the endless galleries, then come home and 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. Jr»jt Helen felt she could not face the amaze! exclamations of the folks at home: “And you DIDN’T go to the Louvre! You were In Paris all that time and didn’t spend a day there!” So this morning, fortified by her guide hook and a strong sense of duty, Helen started out. "Better take a cab.” Warren had ad vised. "You’ll need all your energies when you get there. There're miles of those galleries" Because It was very warm, and be cause 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. "Out, oul, madame,” and they were oft. But when he drew up Helen found that he had taken her, not to the Louvre galleries, hut to the Magaslns 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, lie 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 ha had brought her to this time! Helen, flushed and excited, almost screamed, "The LOUVRE! The LOU VRE!" The man looked blank. It wm not until she pointed to the name in her guide book, that his expression changed and he exclaimed Joyfully: "MUgEE! MU8EK 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 Anally 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 flight of marble steps, through n massive door, and Helen stood In a greut vaulted corridor. Checking her parasol, she started down one of the long galleries. At lirst 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-reading pianist Then she discovered that she had come in at a side entrance, and the Itinerary of Baedecker starts from the main entrance. Had she known where that was, Helen felt it would he easier to go out and come in again, so that she could begin with the, "From the main vestibule we enter to the left the Galerie Denon whose bronze copies " To find where you are in a guide-book is an obession of most tourists. and Helen hardly saw the paintings, for her eyes were glued to her Ba*-decker in an effort to find their numbers. She tried to think of some particu larly famous pictures she ought to see. The "Mona Lisa?”—But that had been stolen. "The Last Supper,” was that in the Louvr? "The Horse Fair," was that there? And whose ‘ Madonna” was it that was famous? The Venus. By all this it will he 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 of the Venus de Milo! 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In the dlftnce, 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. fine Is supposed to stand before this statue In rapt admiration of its classic lines Rut Helen’s thoughts were some what different. Hhe 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 DeMilo, and now she noted the breadth of the hips. Hhe smiled hh 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 was not wavy, possibly It would not look so well. These are not exactly the thoughts that are supposed to thrill one when | they gaze at the Venus de Milo, but this j Is precisely what Helen thought, and j what probably nine women out of ten do think, although they would strenu ously deny it. For the next half hour Helen wan- j 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, and there were many detached arms, legs and hands. No doubt they were all very fine, but Helen thought them rath er grewsotne. 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. Rut which wing? And how could she reach It? Uncertainly she approached a guide, hut 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 " ^’hen 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, und translated the notes 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 Qobeltn tapestries In the main wing that I should like to show you,” he suggested, when they had ex hausted this gallery From the tapestries, he 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. 1 think there's a lunchroom In one of the wings here—If I may suggest ” “Oh, no, no,” hastily. "I 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 been very kind.” "Most of the enjoyment has been mine,” gravely. He took her to the main entrance and motioned to one of the waiting cabs. "What address shall I give the driver?” as he helped her in. “Hotel Itonceray," flushed Helen. "Why, that's where I stopped last year.” the note of pleasure in his voice was unmistakable, "and where I still dine very often. 1 shall hope to he fortunate enough to see you there some evening.” and he stood back with raised hat as the taxi moved off With her thoughts in a turmoil, Hel en gazed unseeingly out of the wipdow as she was whirled back to the hotel. Mingled with an almost guilty self- conat iouness. there was a sense of ex hilaration, too, the exhilaration that every women feels when she Is unex pectedly made to realize that she Is stikl young and attractive. It was not until she went to pay the cabman and found a brass check In her pocketbook that Helen remembered she had left her parasol at the side en trance of the Louvre. Hhe had not in tended to take a cab. nor even to come hack 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 he blamed for fluttering Just a little over this. Skyscraperest. Opposite the post office, in lower Broadway, New York City, there ha* j Just bo<-n completed a building 780 feet high, which will provide working i quarters for 10,000 people. If all th«? i 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 dozen.'- that accommodate 4.000 or 5,000 people each, nnd one of hun dreds that accommodate more than a thousand people each. The Newest in Afternoon Wear BEHIND CLOSED DOORS One of the Greatest Mystery Stones Ever Written By OLIVETTE. FTERNOON tea is the fad of the stay-at- homes, and what costume could be smarter for the occasion than a gown in black l&nsdowne, satin crepe de chine or any other soft, clinging material? The “Cubist” sleeves and inset fan at the back of the draped skirt, in the model shown above, are of black satin, flowered in red and green. The vest is of white tnousseline 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 revers lengthen into tie. The extreme tendencies of the fall fashions are well demonstrated by the suit illustrated above. The lengthening 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 single-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. Up-to-Date Jokes 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 bis room one day am! 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 debts of honor.” "Very well.” replied the tradesman, tearing up his security and throwing it into the fire, "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 had for companion on the left a very bald-headed old gentleman. While talking to the gen tleman at her right she dropped her napkin unconsciously. Tin bald- headed gentleman, in stooping to pick it up, touched her arm with his head The old lady turned round, shook hei head, and very politely said: "No melon, thank you." On one occasion when a certain Parliamentary candidate, known as i clever speaker and very effective in dealing with a hostile audience, was addressing a meeting in his constitu ency, he had no sooner risen und 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 life that we can ust against him?” Detective—Not a thing. All he ever did before he came here was to sell awnings. Election Agent—Why, that’s jus* what we want. We’ll say that h has been mixed up in some decidedly shady transactions. • • • Finding a lady reading "Twelfth Night,” a facetious <;««.•••:• asked: "When Shakespeare wrote ibout Patience on a monument,’ did he mean doctor’s patients?" "No," said the lady. You will find them under monuments, not on them.” Advice to the Lovelorn By BEATRICE FAIRFAX. YOUR MOTHER KNOWS BEST. Dear Miss Fairfax: We are two chums, both 19 years of age, considered attractive and good dancers. Tie 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 even : ng. 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 ever*/ dance. PERHAPS SHE IS SHY. Dear Miss Fairfax: l am w r orking in a place of business with a man of whom I think a great deal. Any time I write him to call to see me ho appears to be quite delighted and calls, but never makes any effort to call except when I 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. I have iqai *m» will speedily ask you. Do You Know- Big Ben at Westminster, which va- ! ries on the average less than a sec ond a day, is regulated by electric machinery from Gieenwich, and nas a special contrivance for making the first blow* 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 fired through a pane of glass, making a hole the size of the ball without cracking the glass. the glass be suspended by a thread it will make no difference, and the thread will not even vibrate. Ti e heart of a vegetarian is said to beat on an average 58 to the minute that of the meat eater, 72. This rep resents 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 has more sunshine than any other country in Europe. The yearly average is 3,000 hours. Jn 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 mothers 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— i had responded to her as ought when I risked 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 very night to another than the one she stood pledged to, but she ha<j 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 Are. "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 as the latter failed to support the neces sary courage for the execution of a plan which probably looked 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- j tion, may be the true explanation of t her sudden return to duty and the true ! affection of one in her own station of I life. But at this I can only hazard a 1 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 his knowledge, he thrust his hand into bis pocket and drew out the small roll which we have seen once before In his grasp. "Letters written by my wife,” 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?” "I dont' know. It was one of those discoveries that follow an impulsive thought. I had the sofa before my eyes, and feeling assured that the roll had befcii 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 some 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 ” 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 copies 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—bear 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 what you might call circumstantial. The fact that Mrs. Cameron has not been known to write a word since her mar riage, is one.” “You see it is not a question to be answered in an instant,” remarked that gentleman, with sympathetic earnest 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 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 feel the question fully settled by this means.” "Not if she acknowledged she was Mildred Farley?” "Not if she acknowledged she was Mildred Farley. It might be a ruse on the part of Genevieve Gretorex to 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 dred, has passed beyond the bounds where her mere word may be relied upon. The doctor knew it. “Then what would you do?” asked he. The inspector looked at him gravely, and saw that his anxiety was not to be tampered with and remarked; "You have forgotten that Dr. Moles worth must know whose body he car ried off in his phaeton.” Dr. Cameron had been sitting; he im mediately bounded to his feet, “Yes,” he cried, "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 arms?” But the inspector shook his head. ”1 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 cot awaken the same 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 Mo’es worth 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 the be 1. The inspector, however, did this 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 w*ent down, down, down. « "It Is a bad case of acute pneumo nia,” whispered a soft voice Into his ear. "If he rallies again It will 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 his. Will you stay with me till this belief be comes certainty, or can you trust me to watch by 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 thai his wife's condition remained uncharged gave orders that he was to be informed if she showed any signs of returning consciousness. Then he went back to Molesworth’s aide. "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 tor a moment, it seemed as If the sick man would answer; for he opened hts lips and endeavored to speak, but failed. "Oh, God! Oh, God!” cried Dr. Cam eron, In despair; “must I see him d!» with that one word unsaid? Julian, Julius, you can 11ft your hand If It Is Genevieve Gretorex who Is now my wife raise your right hand.” It did not move. 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