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By ANNA H ELD
One of the Greatest Mystery Stories
Ever Written
By ANNA KATHARINE GREEN.
(Copyright, 1913. by Anna Katharine
Green.)
came to know your wife better you
might have wondered at certain defects
in her, but you would by that time have
become so accustomed to them that you
would have passed them off as many
people are passing off her eccentricities
to-day by the simple phrase, ‘Genevieve
is changed; she ts not what she used to
be,’ adding, possibly, in your own mind,
It Is not the first time a woman has
dropped her music after marriage.’ ”
"True, true; and I will acknowledge
now that I can hardly remember the
Genevieve Gretorex I courted, for this
dazzling, fresh creature who has taken
her place. Deceitfully, I own, but with
no wicked Impulse to make that deceit
an entirely unpardonable one."
Somewhat astonished, Mr. Gryce drew
back. "You seem relieved," he remark
ed. "by this discovery which we have
made.”
"I am. How can I help it when it
gives me a wife unconiaminated by a
mad, if Innocent passion for another
man."
"But a—a "
"Dressmaker you would say. I know,
but also Genevieve’s sister and her su
perior in Intellect, beauty and 1 dare
to hope, worth," he interjected the doc
tor. "For though she entered into this
fraud without seeming compunction, she |
has since given signs of honest repent
ance for the wrong she has done, and i
with It shown such afTection for the j
man she has deceived that I am sure she 1
needs nothing but a s » w of considerate j
feeling on my part to develop into a
woman I can not only love but respect."
Mr. Gryce came forward again."
"You make my duty very hard," said
he.
"Your duty?"
"You seem to think the whole mat
ter is settled by this discovery of Mrs.
Cameron’s real identity, and that you
I have nothing before you but I reconcili
ation with your wife."
Dr. Cameron uttered an ejaculation.
"And do you mean to say that you still
retain the suspicions you entertained of
her when you thought her the maddened
and desperate daughter of Mr. Greto
rex?"
The detective sighed; he was evidently
weary of the tormenter’s part he had
to play so long
"I should have thought," he observed
gently, "tint you would have perceived
without my aid that ti e suspicions al
ready attached to your wife by the po
lice would be heightened rather than
diminished by the discovery that it was
' Genevieve Gretorex's substitute who
survived to marry you instead of Gene-
| vieve herself."
| "I had not locked at it so I felt so
sure this was her great secret that I
\ never questioned If sue possessed an-
j other."
‘T wish that we were not obliged to.
But when we think of the circum
stances and consider the temptation she
was under, we dare not let the matter
slide without a legal investigation. For
1 if Miss Gretorex had sufficient deter-
! minatlon to undertake the re-estnhlish-
1 j ment of herself as Mr Gretorex’s
1 daughter and your bride, she certainly
• had enough to carry that undertaking
through if she had not been stopped in
some forcible way by Mildred. She did
not carry it through. What, then, are
we to think? That she threw away
her life to please a sisters whim, or
j that thad sister found some way of
* Inducing the death which left her In
1 the enviable position she had assumed?"
I There could be but one answer.
"The poison was Genevieve’s. It was
In a casket in Genevieve’s drawer. Is
it credible that Mildred should know
this, or knowing it be able to use it
upon Genevieve without that person
perceiving what was being given her to
drink?" '
"It is the weak point. In opposition
! to it we offer but one suggestion. Moles-
j worth, who was the first on the scene,
and who from his services seems to
have understood the situation, showed
the determination and forethought we
would expect from a man desirous of
concealing a murder. His whole action
shows that he thought Mildred Farley
had committed a crime, and if he
thought so "
"We do not know what he thought;
we can never take his thoughts Into
account; he is dead, and we have no
record of his beliefs," asserted Dr. Cam
eron boldly. But the blow had told, he
knew—who so well—that Molesworth
was afraid to communicate to him the
truth as to the Identity of his wife,
and what could this fear argue but 9
belief In the guilt which this discovery
would make apparent. *
"We will not argue the question any
further, Dr. Cameron," the detective
now declared. "While there were
doubts as to my duty, I was willing,
and more than willing to talk, but now
that I see my way clear, I have no de
sire to say anything more, and would
advise you as a friend to say nothing
Ey WILLIAM F. KIR*.
TO-DAY’S INSTALLMENT
SEEN a item from Washington
the other day," said the Manl-
that tells how the
"I was convinced before I have nev
er had more than a passing doubt from
the moment this possibility was sug
gested to me. There were too man>
facts In the past to confirm it, petty
facts, ignored at the time, but showing
themselves now In their true light as
the way marks of a great and skilfully
carried out deception. Her Ignorance,
hidden Under sphinxlike smiles which
made it look like wisdom, or *at the
wors indifference, her caprtlce about
names which she vowed she never re
membered; her professed short-sighted
ness; her silence when conversation was
expected; her talkativeness when si
lence would have been more appro
priate; the wit with which she parried
attacks; the glance and the smile which
filled all gaps and disarmed all criti
cism. Then the attitude she took to
ward Mr. and Mrs. Gretorex. leading to
those rather formal relations which
were her only safeguard; her refusal
to visit much except where a crowd
was expected, and a word and a look
were all that was required of her, and
finally the excuses she always found
when I pressed her to sing or play, or
write, or talk on anything but general
subjects It is all clear now, and while
I wonder at her tact, 1 also wonder 1
never felt a suspicion of truth, even
when I found her so much more bril
liant, gifted and beautiful than I had
anticipated or had a right to anticipate
from what I knew of Genevieve Greto
rex."
"I do not think it strange. Your
courtship had not been long enough and
you will excuse me if I say, intimate
enough, for you to feel confident in your
knowledge of her. Then a bride is never
quite what h girl is. and any caprice
she might show In her present capacity
could oo easily be attributed to the
change which matrimony invariably
brings. I do not wonder at all that you
were deceived; I am only annoyed that
1 was."
"But you had never seen Miss Gre
torex."
"I know; but a detective never ex
cuses himself. I felt an Incongruity
somewhere. but I was not particular
enough in asking its true meaning I,
who knew there were two of them, and
also knew' how much they looked alike.’’
"Well, I can not see that this is
strange. It would have taken a most
penetrating genius to detect what es-
This is the first article o, Miss Field's scries, and
in it she instructs girls how to stand, and hold
themselves.
This article was written in Paris and sent here
by the famous French beauty subsequent to her
arrival in New York within the next few days for
a tour of the States.
In this article Miss Field tells how she saved
herself from possible lung ailments by learning
how to always pose herself to the best possible
bodily advantage.—EDITOR.
1 cure Lady
wife of Vice President Marshall Is a
bast ball fan. I wonder who got that In
the paper for her."
"Why?" asked the Head Barber.
"Why?" echoed the Manicure Lady
"Gee, George, you can be thicker some
mornings than a Russian serf, or what
ever it is they call Jaspers over In Rus
sia. Why, don’t you know that the
wife of a Vice President, or the Vice
President himself, or uny of his folks
is supposed to be dead ones so far as
newspapers is concerned. When I read
that item I noticed the heading in the
paper, and it said; ‘Mrs. Marshall a
Baseball Fan.’ I says to myself ’Mar
shall, Marshall, where have I heard that
name before?’ Honest to goodness,
George, if I had asked you quick, wou d
you have been able to tell me the name
of the Vice President?"
They Have to Wait.
"1 don’t think I would
Head Barber.
"Of course you wouldn’t," said the
Manicure Lady, "and neither would
three other people out of four. Ycu
see. George, the Vice President of a
great nation is like the vice pres'dent of
anything else. They have to wait till
the ma ; n squeeze croaks before they go
to the tailor for a new wardiobe.
Everybody hopes they are well and
happy, but nobody sees their name In
the paper and wouldn’t know who it
was If they did see it In print.
"‘A tr«asurer is some guy, George,
whether he is the treasurer of the
country or the treasurer of a dry goods
firm. There is something kind of solid
sounding about a treasurer, and his
name looks cute on a check. You may
not think him as great as a president,
but you always see something beauti
ful about his rugged features on pay
day. And a secretary Is a kind of im
portant gink, too. He has to read the
minutes of the last meeting and attend
to the correspondence A secretary may
not be so much In a firm, but he can
make more noise dictating to the ste
nographer than the president makes."
"You seem to know a who e lot about
the business world for a simple girl that
never had to wo**k now here except in j
this shop," said the Head Barber.
"I ain’t as learned as a barber," su’d
the Manicure lady Icily, "b a I read
more. When I pick up a paper I start
in at the front page and sk’p the rac
ing dope. It’s just the opposite with
ycu, George. And if you know anything
at all, you know I,am speaking true
ifnes when I say that a vice president
is I ke the letters ’gh’ In ‘straight.’ A
vice president that gets his name in the
papers to any extent must be some
press agent."
A Lake Near Rome.
vioi> ne saw tnat whateevr his own
convictions might be, whatever the
truth even, she held, In the eyes of the
police at least, the position of a pos
sible criminal and must ever hold It,
now that her only witness had per
ished, unless by some decisive action
of his, the terrible question could be
at once and forever settled. Looking at
Mr. Gryce and seeing how sober he
had become, he took his resolve.
"I have an experiment to try," said
he "You have made your test, and
satisfied us all that Mrs. Cameron’s
maiden name was Mildred Farley. I
would like the same opportunity of
proving to you that though she took
her sister’s place and identity she did
not take her life Will you come up
stairs again, Mr. Gryce?"
But the detective hesitated.
"I know what you contemplate," he
affirmed, “and would advise you to
pause. It Is a risky thing you are going
to do. Besides, the lady is not neces
sarily your wife "
"What?"
"No court in the oountry would hold
you to a marriage forced upon you by
such fraud.”
The doctor flushed, looking away, and
for a moment was silent. Then he de
clared, firmly:
"She is my wife; I accept her as such,
however my experiment ends. I should
have no right to make It, did I not ex
pect to share the consequences of It with
her."
Mr. Gryce took off his hat. Was It In
defererce, or because he heCu determined
to stay? Both, perhaps.
"Then you are resolved, knowing that
in doing this you make a witness of
me?”
"Yes, for I be’ieve in her Innocence,
and must have it established before the
world." And he led Mr. Gryce back
into his wife’s room, saying. "I will not
keep you waiting long. The effects of
the drug I administered to her must
have nearly passed away."
The scene to which they thus re
turned was not that of a few minutes
ago. The poor and sordid furniture had
been removed and the rich and stately
belongings of the room restored. The
form of Mrs. Olney had been replaced
by that of the nurse, and nowhere was
there to be seen the least token of that
strange and remarkable transformation
which had deceived the half-wakened
woman into a belief that she was a girl
again. Even the rings had been re
stored to her hands, and on the tab e
near by ticked the watch which her
husband **ad given her in those happy
days in Washington As for herself, she
lay quiet, though her eyelids fluttered
faintly, and now and then her limbs
moved as if she were in grief or pain.
admitted the
"Oh, I don’t know," said the Head
Barber. "Teddy Roosevelt got his
name in the papers a lot when he was
Vice Pi.s’dent and after he was out of
it altogether."
"Yes. but Teddy is different," said
the Manicure Lady. “I often wonder
what he would have did If he had been
Emperor of Ron e when there wasn’t no
newspapers at all. I’ll bet he would
have jumped in the Tiber.”
"What 'was the Tiber?” asked the
Head-Barber.
"Didn’t 1 tel 1 you all you knew was
racetrack dope?” exclaimed the Mani
cure Lady. "You poor simp, the Tiber
was a lake just outs.de of Rome."
To Be Continued To-morrow.
Doubtless the most unique spot
In Europe is the little village of
Altenberg, on whose border three
countries meet. It is ruled by no
monarch, has no soldiers, no police,
and no taxes. Its inhabitants speak
a curious jargon of French and
German combined, and spend their
days in cultivating the land or work
ing in the valuable calamine mine of
which the village boasts.
Meaning and Expression.
The Ideal Position.
The center picture gives you a side
view of this standing figure. This
position is the next s.ep in advance.
I am relaxing a bit as the coat is
doffed, and my weight is slipping
slowly to one foot in anticipation of
sinking with gentle relaxation into a
chair.
Mear me, Mademoiselle. "Make
haste sloyly.” Never Jerk—never be
abrupt. Study the "Lazy grace” of
slow, contained movement which I
I walked with an elastic spring as
children naturally do.
Result 7
I am my best and most vital self
again.
Youth can carry off a certain
amount of awkwardness simply by
freshness and briskness—but that
may mean a middle age without grace
and an old age of antique uncouth
ness.
Divide Your Weight.
When a woman has lost the fresh
ness of youth there are just three
things that will make her socially
tolerable—grace, cleverness and kind
ness.
And the greatest of these is grace.
I have told you "Why" at some
length—now let me follow up my
preaching with an account of my
practice.
I will tell you "How."
I am Illustrating what I mean by
three of my new photographs.
In the one at the right 1 show you
Just what my ideal is of a natural
standing position.
Balance vour weigh’ so lightly on
the balls of your f ’hat you could
easily rock hack f u ward if you
By ANNA HELD.
(Heading "Anna Held’s All Star Variete
Jubilee,’’ Under Management of
John Cort.)
Tomatoes growing in a piano case,
which has been turned into a tins
greenhouse by an ingenious plotholder,
are being cultivated at the Church
Army’s "City Gardens” on waste build
ing sites in Stillington street, West
minster. A cabbage weighing 7%
pounds has been cut on some waste
ground devoted to free plots for married
workmen. -x
• • •
The average depth of sand in the
deserts of Africa is from 30 to 40
feet.
• • •
There Is 28 pounds of blood In the
body, of an average grown-up person
Copyright, 1913. International News
Service.
H OW do you stand, Madame or
Mademoiselle?
How do you walk?
How do von enter a room?
Probably you have never given
much thought to the matter; and yet
to be able to stand well, to move well,
to enter or leave a room gracefully is
the whole social stock in trade of
women who get on astonishingly well
in society.
If you stand well, if it is a pleasure
to see vou move, these two graces will
not only give you an air of breeding
that will help you win tour way any
where, but thev will make you pictur-
sque, attractive and a notable figure
herever you go.
Thin is quite true, as you must con-
>sg if you give the matter anv
bought, and yet how’ do you stand.
Iadame—how does each woman of
A Position of Relaxation
^ Now’s the time to make sure that
your children get all the food necessary
1° U P their niuscles and bones and
_ put on flesh. Their physical future depends
Jjr largely on what they eat now.
There’s more real nutrition in a 10c package of
Faust Macaroni than in 4 lbs. of beef— prove it by
your doctor.
were trying to imitate the old mira
cles whereby the saints left the im
print of their footsteps In solid rock.
And the standing jaisition, the walk
of to-day. is only less painful to de
scribe than to see.
A Painful Sight.
Women follow the unpleasant out
lines of the Botticelli figure—chest
sjnken, shoulders bent and hack
rounded; while the healthy upheld
chest and "straight front” have given
way to the awkward outline of sag
ging and unconfined abdomen.
You do not like It, do you?
You are not going to be a slave to
an ugly fashion that must ‘toon die,
and that will hurt your health as well
as your natural beauty of figure?
We must all grow older, and what is
quaint at 20 will he ugly at 40. To
keep young to keep the slender out
lines of girlish,grace—and, above all,
to keep well and strong with the su
preme charm of womanhood, you
must be.rin fo-day. Mademoiselle, and
learn to stand.
Once I felt attacked by the danger
ous bugaboo of chest trouble—I w’a*
anaem e—my friends felt that mv
do we of youth and vitality was beint*
attacked.
And I went to Nature for my cure
I practiced landing with upheld
chest, with expanded lungs.
I s'ood lightly poised on the balls of
mv feet.
our day and generatiui* -land, walk
move?
You sit gracefully and easily, yoj
look very charming—then you rise,
and sink your weight jn one hip In a
way that makes your figure a dis
torted caricature.
You walk—and your* stride is the
most, hideous motion womankind ever
evolved.
A few years ago you did the golf-
links stride, which was too long for
vo’T anatcniv and which showed with
painful plainness how foolish you were
.*> trv to imita’e the motions of men.
You put down your feet as if you
CUP
QUALITY
Arsv r ered.
Upon the occasion of his first visit to
a parishioner an Atlanta clergyman
tried hard to make friends with his
host’s 8-year-old.
"How old are you. my son?" asked
the clergyman, benignly.
"Eight," was the laconic response.
"Ah, quite a little man," came pa
tronizingly from the minister. "And
what are you going to be?" he added,
after a slight pause.
"I am going to be 9," said the child,
with conviction.
But if you w; , choose. You
must cultivate t repose when
you ure in repo-
Divide your w* ...t equally between
your feet, so that the flowing lines
of your figure will be equal, unbroken
and graceful as is any flowing line.
Carry your shoulders down, straight
and even, neither sunk forward nor
strained back.
As your shoulders are down, so
keep your chest high. Thus every vi
tal organ has its fair chance of room
to breathe for itself—and air to
breathe too. Carry your head lightly
and high.
Feel In every muscle a willingness
to spring into action.
Be conscious of vitality like that of
an athlete ready to start into mo
tion.
And vet for your womanly grace
be as light as a flower, the lightest
breeze may set a-swaying.
Difficult?
Perhaps—if your idea of standing
has been to relax into meaningless
sha pe.
But when you have mastered Mils
first position all that follows will be
simplicity t|
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Placing Him.
She turned upon him imperiously and
swept him from head to foot with one
disdainful g’ance.
"What have you to say for yourself?"
The dude cowered before her. abashed
and then passed through the door with
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She shook her hetfd sadly.
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It goes without saying ’ "
She gently closed the doro tel ind him
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