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BEHIND CLOSED DOORS Copyright, IMS, International News Semoa One of the Greatest Mystery Stories Ever Written 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, tin* 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 tho fast-approaching nighl- an be faintly seen, all things in the world seem for the re- Jescent limbs and wjiieh would tell of life unconscious body. Cameron and hard to tel) 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 slowdy tow’ard 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 to-day. and you have received the credit.” Instantly a smile shone out on those pale lips and the eyes opened again with a look that Dr. Cameron w’as 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.’* tall, two other forms waiting, as to wait at such a moment newed stir in those qui fallen eyelids, returned to this lone They were those of Dr. Mr. Gryce, and it would be which countenance betrayed the most intent interest though there would have been no difficulty in determining which had the husband’s anxiety at heart and which the detective’s. The hour was 6. and the silence something appalling. In it you could hear but one sound; the beating 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, ard the word she uttered was: “Mildred!” The beating of Dr. Cameron's heart stopped, he strained his ears for the answer or exclamation w r hich 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 searching, 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 ill, 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 ho 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 bad set tled again upon the partially awakened woman. The Great Question. ^/MOIIE 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 prime, 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 curt and businessl’ke. “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 tmmm “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. The Question Settled. ^ ^ not care the compliments, I sir.” And yet the detective look- 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?” Gryce Redeems Himself. jr -rHAT is this? Have we not left \/V/ 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 celling, 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 wdndow 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 ognize 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 Illusion 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 an<] 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'i know how to do it without interrupt ing the music.” “That’s easy,” suggested his com panion; “stir it between the bars.” Nell Brinhley Says After Shaving T HE best littli rock and sits happ, ing spray. Her lash Her hair hugs her back in sprays of wet gold, el brown arms glisten. Salt drops bead her cheek: arms glisten. Salt drop suds on the rocks sends its reaching spu ie eet are sometimes, as the sea draws b re hidden in the welter of white and g ours and foam The best litth close allegiance. She is not afraid of her deep breast never fail sea s green arms she is as littl e swimmer in the seaside colony drags herself out on a wet y and salty, swinging her silken-elad feet in the Ay es are wet and cling together in little starry points. lose as ivy to a young tree. Her ;s. Every wave that shivers into as bead her eh ‘eks. Every wave that shivers into against her face and knees. Her k, high above tly: water—then they ■n. Over and around the rocks it long bear Is of seaweed on their grim gray sides, e swimmer lifts her chin a d smiles. For the sea and she are in tim. Her strong brown shoulders and they carry her far, and when she clambers out of the e 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 ev*s 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 seal's that dimly begin at the pale flesh of her waist are as red gold as the Japan'se fish in a lily pond. And then and there the creature of the sea begins, w th mocking laughter, a string 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 fr ees 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 seR. What can you do that stands beside all this? In your chest you have lungs that must breathe air or you die. The seals and I are blood- brothers. Yon 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 iand-girl’s cheeks were hot with envy. ”1 wish I were a LUNG-FISH!” she declares. \ IR-FLOAT Talcum re- moves the shiny redness and gives that smooth- natural, wholesome effect that men covet. TALCUM PUFF CO. y. mers and Manufacturer* s, I Bush Terminal Building „ \ Brooklyn, N. Y. "V Talcum Powder THE HEAD WAITRESS “Electricity in the atmospnere af fects your system,” said the doctor.. “Yes,” said the patient, who had paid two guineas for two visits. “There are times when one feels overcharged.” Via New Orleans By HANK 1 ing about Mr. Flakes in the paper. One f of the bosses was speaking to him about | t the other day. and said it looked as if he was getting too familiar with the customers.” “That's too bad,’’ said the Steady Customer. "If they had more manag ers like Mr. Flakes they’d have to turn away the crowds. There's nothing that j cheers anyone up like walking into a : place, like this and seeing somebody i ' wearing a genial expression. Why I i often take an extra piece of pie just to be able to exchange a few more : j cheerful word with him. Who's the ! I new manager?” I "That's Mr. Governor.’ said the i Had Waitress. “HeN a ver> nice man, i too. That’s one thing 1 like About Mrs d'Rnfant, she a’ways picks out real 1 gents for managers. That's what 1 call having perspieatity.” “That's too n. ich fe me,” groaned I the Steady Customer. "I suppose you 1 i mean perspicacity, but give me my l check quick, 1 feel faint." “Louise is getting too high brow for . me.” said the Steady Customer to I Marie, the cashier. "She tried to say J perspicacity just now and even the beans turned cold.” “Perspicacity in Indiana, where I come from, is a very ordinary word," replied Marie loftily. “Very ordinary. I’m surprised at you. This way out.” ^ i T t HERE'S Mr Flakes?” asked \/\/ the Steady Customer of the * * Head Waitress in the Cafe i d’Enfant us he noticed the absence of the genial manager. “He's on his vacation,” she replied. “Pretty soft for some guys. You just come back from your, didn’t you?” "Yes, Louise.” said the Steady Cus tomer. "For one beautiful week 1 trav eled on the water in a motor boat with my friend Jimmy.” “Did it always mote?" asked the Head Waitress. “Moat always," replied the Steady Customer “You see we had a good en gineer on board. You needn’t ask who he was. Modesty would prevent my replying.” "Sure, you always did hate yourself,” said the Head Waitress. “I was in a ! motor boat once myself. The engine j behaved as if it had chronic presump- ! non. and hesitated every now and then | like you do when you’re figuring on , whether you can afford creamed cnlck- i en on toast or browned bash But. say. i all joking aside, you want to stop writ- one lighted gas jet consumes air as four adults The Jews of New York number about 900,000. one-thirteenth of the entire race. St. Martin’s Church Canterbury, is said to be the oldest church in England in use to-day. No Wonder. play any instrument LOW One Way COLONIST Rates from Atlanta, in Ef feet September 25 to October 10. Yes; I’m a cornetist.” And your sister?” She’s a pianist.” ‘Does your mother play She’s a zitherist.” And your father?” He’s a pessimist.” in China and Japan railway sign boards bear the names of places in botli English and the native language. T! »* twelve million pounds' worth of liru n which is the average yearly out- P it of the Vnited Kingdom would wrap th** earth at the equator seven times Through Standard and Tourist Sleeping Cars. Ask for information and literature. 0. P. BARTLETT, G. A. R. 0. BEAN, T. P A D. L. GRIFFIN, C. P. A. 121 Peachtree Street, Atlanta, Ga. Portugal is the most illiterate coun- tr> in Europe, 67 per cent of its popu lation can not write. In Italy the pro portion of ill terates is 53 per cent, in Russia 36. in Spain h, in England 3^. SEEING THINGS \ Whether it s through a field glass. J opera glass, telescope or a pair of ’ Kryptok eyeglasses—be sure they \ are from “Moore’s.” "Moore” qual- $ ity is our watchword. "We sell S everything to see with.” Jno. L \ Moore & Sons, expert opticians, 42 ) North Broad street. A poultry rearer at Domremy France, has discovered that by mixing cayenne pepper with the food of fowls their plu mage turns pink, which changes to a v’vhl *-< arlet about an hour before a coming th unde rat or in. One Woman’s Story j By Virginia T. Van De Water. A LL during that dreary winter in Middlebrook, Mary Fletcher was j painfully conscious of her hue- j band’s increasing love for liquor. But he never tame home really drunk until one stormy night in late March n week i before the baby was born. His wife und her mother waited until some time after the arrival of his usual train, then took their dinner so that the older wo man might go to bed. This was the daughter’s suggestion for she feared— ! without cause, she told htrself the con- | dition in which the master of the house i might appear, if he came in later. Her j mother did not suspect the truth with i 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 light, 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 awaited the coming of 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 wdfe 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 bnhv’s clothes herself, and this was the last gar- ! Trent. She was sorry that the bit of dainty work should be done when she was nervous, for the stitches w*ere slightly uneven "But,” she whispered, with an at tempt to he humorous with herself, “baby will not mind.” The whistle of the 10 o’clock train Rounded 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 beating of her heart as the time drew near when she might expect her husband She began to pace the floor, pausing often to listen. At last she heard stumbling, uneven foot steps on the walk, and she hurried to the front door and feng it open, peering out Into the darkness. "Bert,” she called softly, “Is that you?” “Who the devil were you expectin’ this time o’ night?” queried the man i thickly, as he staggered up the steps | toward her She pal **1 and shrank from him as he uttered the coarse Joke then as he reeled on the top step, she sprang forward and caught hint by the arm. “Softly, Bert," she cautioned, “or you’ll wake mother!" “And what if 1 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 his trousers were caked with mud. Drunk as he was. he saw her recoil as she g’anced at his coat. “Yes," he said roughly, “it’s pretty dirty. I know, but you needn’t take on any o’ your fine lady airs’ about it! Many a better woman than you lias had to tend her husband when ho was under the weather. You oughter he pityin’ me ’stead o’ Ibokln’ like a white saint despisin’ a sinner. Here, help me off 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 lie 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, witli much coaxing, she hud 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, locked 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 see these garments dry ing upstairs in the morning, for she might suspect the truth. Then the worn woman crept down into the caller, anti, with as little noise as possible, deposit ed several heaping shovelfuls of coal on the furnace. If this taftk were neglected, the lire would be out in the morning, and she would have to make a fresh blaze, before the family were astir. Her Excuse for Him. The furnace attended to, Mary E’etch- cr got as far as 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 conscious that she was growing chilly she pulled over ner the hideous green-and-.vellow slum ber robe that had been Bert’s Christmas present to her. and arranged under her head the bar*! but gorgeous sofa cush ion which had b**en her mother-in-law s noliday gift to the household The wife felt that she had endured a ! she could, that to-night she c-uld not bear t" sleep In the room that she md Bert shared In Common. The wind ratt ed the win- flows, and the rain da«l *d against tiie panes. The listener was so tired that she could not think, but cculd only be aware of her iiiiaer> 'jet. so drunk w us 1 --r m. hand that he did not know the next morning that his wife had rot lain by his side all night His bead a* v 'od tuHoueh and ht growled to Mary, when she told him it was nearly breakfast time, that he would "cut business to-day." To her mother the wife said calmh that “Bert had come home late with one of his bad headaches and was so far from wel to-day that she would not disturb him, even to have him go to business.”