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THE
Advance Season Styles
Fully Described by Olivette
BEHIND CLOSED DOORS
One of the Greatest Mystery Stories
Ever Written
The model we
illustrate to-daj
is a practical
winter eve
ning coat of
figured velour
de laine trim
med in a braid
ing of narrow
soutache, and
long silk tas
sels.
Pretty color
combinations
will easily
suggest them
selves.
Brown with
brown braid
ing and tassels
of brown and
old gold, or
Chinese blue
with a bit of
ivory in the
tassels and or
naments that
finish the cape
like bretelles
falling from
the front fast
ening over th-
shoulder as
cape-sleeves
and extending
to the waist
in the back.
The main body
of the garment
is made of an
oblong piece
of cloth, slit
at the back,
cut in points at
the side and
from here ex
tending in a
gradual curve
to the throat,
with the omni
present drap
ing drawing
the material
up toward the
center fasten
ing.
—Olivette.
By ANNA KATHARINE GREEN. !
(Copyright, 1913. by Anna Katharine
Green.)
TO-DAY’S INSTALLMENT.
“The wedding day came and we each
started for our separate destinations.
My sister was so sure of Dr. Moles-
worth she thought It only necessary to
let him know her Intentions and where
she was. for him to fly to her side with
the utmost eagerness. There was,
therefore, nothing but hope In our part
ing. and I shall never forget the half
amused, but wholly sympathizing, smile
with which she saw me assume, even In
my good-bye. the grand air I thought in
separable from Mr. Gretorex’s daughter.
“I will spare you the feelings with
which I rode uptown and entered, for
the first time In my new capacity of
daughter and prospective bride, the
spacious house In St. Nicholas place. I
had anticipated the moment so long
that I found.it easier than you would j
suppose; and yet my heart throbbed
wildly under Its elegant Jacket as I
stepped across thethreshald and took up,
with what grace I could, the thread
which my sister had let drop when she
passed so mysteriously out of that same
portal a few days before.
“Trying not to notice the splendor
which burst upon my view as the great
door swung back, I uttered some com
monplace to the cheerfully smiling but
ler, and then, requesting him to tell ,
Mrs. Gretorrx I had returned, went im- |
mediately upstairs to Genevieve’s room.
“One of the girls followed me In.
Bhe had message after message to de
liver concerning matters and things
connected with the wedding, all of which
I heard and some of which I answered.
Then there came an instant of solitude,
In which I cast one free and delightful
look about me. which, however, was
soon cut short by the entrance of Mrs.
Gretorex.
“I own I had one instant of doubt as
I turned tow’ard her. But it vanished in
a moment, and I w’as able to reply to
her questions and show such Interest In
the presents which had come that she
forgot her displeasure at the anxiety
she had been made to suffer, and en
tered into a conversation so animated
that the spirits I could hardly repress
came so near breaking their bonds that
I grew alarmed at myself and had to re
sort to some of Genevieve’s many ca
prices to shorten the Interview. After
she was gone I sat dowm, and breathing
one long breath of relief, fell to brood
ing—not over the jewels and Innumer
able treasures which in the last half
hour had become mine, but over Dr.
Cameorn’s picture, which I had found at
a glance, and which I now felt I had a
right to study and admire.
“When the time came to drees I called
one of the girls Into the room, but I soon
dismissed her. I could not bear the
presence of a stranger at such a time.
Besides, I wanted to take one more look
at myself In the mirror and see If I
were indeed the bride which Dr. Cam
eron had a right to expect from that
house. But when I was left alone I
found so much to excite and interest
me In the rapidly growing hubbub of
arriving guests that I could barely spare
myself one glimpse at the figure In the
glass. But that glimpse calmed me. It
was not Mildred Farley that I saw, but
Genevieve Gretorex—only Genevieve
Gretorex happy and free from certain
conventional restraints.
“My husband will tell you that he
saw me In this mood. He came to the
door and for one Instant our eyes met
in what I may safely call the most rap
turous momt ut of my life. The next I
had cast a glance dowm the hall, and
there, in the blaze of light that was
shining in every direction, I saw what
1 was sure for a moment must be a
hallucination of my overwrought brain—
the advancing figure of Genevieve Gre
torex.
“Had a lightning flash shot down
through the gilded celling and split
open the floor at my feet, I could not
have been more overwhelmed. For I
realized as soon as I could realize any
thing that she had returned to assert
her rights, and that my hopes, my hap
piness and my love were all at an end.
“But—and this I swear by all that is
most sacred—no thought of evil to her
ever crossed my mind, even after she
had entered the room and we stood face
to face with the awful question between
us as to which was to go out of that
room as the bride.
“I was crushed, and must have looked
at her with a terrible appeal In my eyes,
for she cried suddenly, *1 did not think
how you w'ould feel, Mildred,’ and hes
itated and drooped her head so miser
ably, I asked, very tremulously, no
doubt:
“ ‘What has happened? Did he not
come? Did he *
“But she interrupted me In a harsh
and grating tone w’hich showed that her
whole nature had undergone a change:
“ ‘Don’t speak of him He Is without
soul, without understanding.’
“The words sounded as if torn from
her. ‘He has no sympathy with my sac
rifice. It was not myself he loved, but
Mr. Gretorex’s daughter. I am done
with him—done, done, done.’
“I did not attempt to speak, hut me
chanically glanced at the clock.
“ ‘Oh, there is time,’ she cried; ‘there
must be time. You w’ill not stand in
my way. You will give me back my
self, and when I am married and my
own mistress you shall be my sister
and my constant companion. Whatever
luxury I own shall be yours, and not a
want shall you express which 1 will not
seek to gratify.’
“Ah, then I knew where my heart
was. For this prospect of wealth did
not allure me. I hod lost all. and thei*e
was no charm left In the world Strick
en and humiliated, I hung down my
head, the blushes almost easing me up
In their force and fury.
“She stood and glared at me with di
lating eyes.
“ ‘Oh!’ she exclaimed, ’you love him.
I shall be doing to you what has been
done to me to-day I dare not do that,
I can not. I had rather die.’ I did not
speak. I could not.
“She clasped her hands wildly around
her forehead. ’Oh God!’ she murmured,
who would ever have thought I would
come to this? One of us must be happy,
and for that there is but one way.’ And
she passed quickly to the bureau, opened
a drawer and took out a small casket
which I knew contained her Jewels.
“And still I did not speak
“ ‘I could never have endured It,’ she
now said. ’My heart and life are
broken, Mildred. I thought I could go
back and take up the lost thread again,
and go on living contented if not happy
But it is Impossible. My soul is In
chaos; my every hope destroyed Life
at the best would have been wretch
edness to me, and with the burden of
your disappointment added ’ She
stopped, took something from the casket
which she held In her hand. 1 watched
her, fascinated. I did not understand
her words, and thought It was some
Jewel she had taken from the box.
“But she undeceived me the next mo
ment. Holding up a little vial In my
sight, she said:
“ ’Mildred, there is death in this. One
sip. and this fearful question Is set
tled.’
“She had It to her Ups. I shrieked
but I did not know why I shrieked.
Even then I had no realization of what
she was doing But when In another
moment I saw the change which almost
instantly crossed her face, I seemed to
feel what that word death meant, and
springing to her side I tore the vial
out of her hand and flung it down on
the floor.
“ ‘Genevieve.’ I cried, ‘what have you
done?’
“She looked at me wildly
“ ‘I don’t know,’ she gasped. 'I—I
am afraid I have spoiled it all. I thought
I should live to reach the street, but!' it
acts too quickly ’ She was actually
sinking.
To Be Continued To-morrow.
The Mistakes of Jennie By hal coffman
Being a Series of Chapters in the Fife of a Southern Girl in the Big City
THE FLYING INSTRUCTOR By CARL IVERSON
JVora
A Smart Winter Coat.
A Girl’s Fear of “Old-Maidism”
By BEATRICE FAIRFAX.
Dear Miss Fairfax:
I am twenty-five years old. a
trained nurse. I have been nurs
ing a woman for six months, and
her son has fallen in love with
me. He wants to marry me; he is
very rich and would give me
everything. I am not in love with
him, but feel kindly toward him.
Ought I to let this chance go?
I may never have another one
like it, and what if I never fall
really in love? Won’t I be sorry
that I did not grr t> this chance
before it was too late? I don’t
want to be an old maid.
PERPLEXED.
F-vH, for goodness sake, “Perplex-
I ed," where do you live and
^ what sort of people to you
now—to talk about hating to be an
id maid. Why, there aren’t any such
hings any more, didn’t you know'
hat?
Old maids went out of existence
then the bachelor girls came in—
jok around you a little, use your
yes and ears. Think for yourself;
,on*t keep repeating over some silly
,brass you’ve let someone else get
nto your head.
You’ve seen a bit of the world, or
ught to have seen some of It, In your
usiness. Who’s the woman you are
orriest for on earth? A woman you
now, 1 mean, not one you've read
bout or seen in some play. Is It an
Old maid” making her own living.
Ivlng her own peaceful, happy life,
r her married sister, w'ith an indif-
erent husband, three children and
lot a day in the year or an hour to
all her own?
Come right down to common sense
low—who looks the youngest, the
carried women you know or the “old
aaids,” as you call them?
Which has the most money to
pend, which travels the most, which
as the best time altogether? Look
or yourself now and see what you
hall see.
Little Mrs. Somebody there, m the
'at above yours—her husband drinks
little. Mrs. Nobody there in the
iat acros the hall, her husband is
ileasant to you when you meet him
,n the stairs; you can hear him
xowling at his wife the minute he
■ets inside the door. Little Mrs.
Vhat of It down the hall, her hus-
iand Is too good looking, he spends
11 his money on clothes and lets his
rife look like a rag bag; you look
ounger and happier this very minute
han any of these ordinary, every-day
romen. Why don't you have sense
nough to realize It and be grateful?
Marriage is the finest, happiest, best
hing in the world, when it is the
ight marriage. When it is the wrong
ne or merely half way right one.
he old maid has the best of the
largain every day in the year. Love
s the one thing that makes marriage
.ossible, not respectfl not admiration,
lot tolerance, not gratitude—Just nld-
ashioned foolish, blind, unreasonable
love. If you haven’t got that, stay
an old maid as long as you live, and
be glad you had sense enough to do
it. Why haven't you waked up to
the fact that the majority of the old
maids spend half of their time pity
ing tlie married women and the other
half lending them money to make up
back payments on the grocery bills
so they can get new hats and things?
W r ho goes to the seaside in August;
who has little runs down to Coney or
over to Manhattan Beach? Who has
the latest hat and the newest things
in gloves? Who wears the neatest
hoots and goes to the best restau
rants? Sister Sallie. the old maid with
her own hank account and her own
friends and her own good times.
AVho stays at home with the sick
baby? Who cooks the dinner over
a hot gas plate? Who turns last
year’s frock and mends up her old
gloves because “John is feeling poor
this month?" Sister Mary, the mar
ried woman.
If Sister Mary loves her husband
and Sister Mary's husband loves her,
she's better off than ali the old maids
on earth; but if Sister Mary just mar
ried Brother John to “get a home”
and stop being an old maid, she’s so
much worse off than Sister Sallie that
it almost makes me cry to think about
her at all.
Bfd the young man good-by. “Per
plexed,” pack your little valise, tie on
your little bonnet and go on, down
the road alone, fill you meet the right
man; then you won’t need anybody’s
advice about what to do and when
to do it.
“Y (
Good Advice.
The waiter rubbed his hands as a
stout lady, followed by a family of sev-
en hungry looking boys and girls en
tered the restaurant.
The head of the flock looked at the
bill of fare and selected steak as being
fitted to her requirements.
“Steak for you. Reginald?’’ she in
quired of the biggest boy.
“If you please, ma."
“Steak for you, Bertha?"
“Please, ma.”
“Ah!” she said, when all the seven
had fallen in with the steak Idea.
“Bring me one nice steak, waiter—
and eight plates.’’
The knight of the serviette gasped.
“Do you hear me?*’ Inquired the lady.
“Yes, ma’am,” stammered the wait
er. “I was only a-thinking that If your
family sat at the table next the lift
and sniffed 'ard they’d get more of a
meal!’’
Tongue-Tied.
“He Invented a ripping story to tell
his wife when he got home after mid
night.’’
“Good one, was it?’’
“A peach; It would satisfy any
woman."
"Did it satisfy her?"
“It would ave, but he couldn’t tell
it.”
OU see, Liz,” said Fred Mal-
don, gazing thoughtfully
out over the harbor, “being
now attached to the Naval Flying
School means a nice little bit o’ ex
tra pay for me, bo that you and I
won’t have to wait to get spliced same
as we would If I were just an ordinary
able seaman.”
Lizzie Fernshaw looked up at her
lover admiringly, but as she did so
she noticed a sudden change come
over his sun-tanned features. He was
staring hard at a man-o’-war that
lay at anchor in the harbor, the name
on her fows, U. S. S. Oregon, being
just visible from the shore.
“What’s the matter, Fred?’’ she
asked, anxiously, and at her words ne
seemed to pull himself together with
an effort.
“Oh, nothing,” he said, “only I didn’t
know r the Oregon had put in here,
that’s all. She must have come since
yesterday, for she wasn’t here last
night.”
"She's your old ship. Isn’t she,
Fredt M asked Liz, wondering what
had upset him.
Fred nodded his head. He did not
seem at all comfortable, and his eVes
wandered over the groups of people
whom they were passing as though
he expected to meet some one he
wished to avoid.
“Let’s get away from the harbor,
Liz,” he said, presently. “There’s a
fine ‘movie’ show up the way a bit
which we’ve never been to. Let's go
there.’’
“But that’s over a mile away, Fred,
and just now you said you’d rather
go for a walk. What’s come over
you? Don’t you want to meet any of
your old shipmates? Are you ashamed
of being Been about with me, Fred?”
Ben Arrives.
“No, no, of course not, my dear
But, well, the fact Is there’s one or
two men aboard the Oregon that I
don’t want to meet. You know, one
can’t be friends with everybody, can
one, Liz? A chap called Ben Bar-
kin, for instance; he never was much
of a friend of mine, and I wouldn't
care to run Into him—leastways, not
just yet, If you understand me.”
“No, 1 don't understand you, Fred,
and as for Ben. he lives here when
he’s at home, you know, and I’ve al-
wavs found him a nice enough fellow.
What is the matter, Fred?”
“G-g-give me time, Liz. and I’ll ex
plain it all. Oh, bane: It all, I knew
we’d meet him. That’s just the way
things always do happen in this
blessed world.”
Lizzie looked up, and sure enough
coming straight toward them was Ben
himself. Fred’s face had gone a dead
ly white, but he edared at Ben fiercely,
and tried to drag Lizzie past his old
shipmate without speaking.
This plan evidently did not suit Ben
at all, however, for he planted him
self directly in front of the couple
and addressed Lizzie in loud and ge
nial tones.
“Why, Liz, my girl,” he cried,
“seems years since you and me met
and imagine meeting you with Fred
Maldon, too! I say, ain’t you afraid
of going about with him. and In pub
lic, too?” he added, cocking a know
ing eye in Fred’s direction.
Lizzie laughed.
“Why should I be afraid of going
out with him?” she Inquired. “Is he
such a shocking character, then?”
Difference.
“Well, I don’t want to be hard on
him,” replied Ben, magnanimously;
“but ” turning to Maldon “how
about your wife? Does she know
«you're out with her, Fred, hey?”
Fred’s face certainly was a study
In discomfort. He stood there, glow
ering at Ben and looking as though
he would like to punch his old ship
mate’s head better than anything else
in the world. As for Lizzie, the sud
den shock was too much for her; her
eyes filled with tears, and she seemed
on the verge of a collapse. Ben put
an arm around her gently.
“If I were you,” he remarked, look
ing at Fred, “I should git!”
“And leave you with my girl,”
snarled Fred.
"She’s not your girl. Yott’ve got a
wife of your own; go back to her!
You’re a disgrace to the navy!”
“You’re a liar!” retorted Fred,
fiercely.
“All right; well, come aboard the
Oregon and tell ’em the story and
see what they 6ay. You know well
enough you’ve got a wife. Go back
to her, I tell you!”
“1—I can’t!” exclaimed Fred, des
perately. “She—she—she’s dead!” he!
finished up, as though a sudden in- j
splration had seized him.
His Plea.
“Well, I’m jiggered!” ejaculated
Ben. “The bloke In the Scriptures
who could tell ’em wan’t in it with
you! Why, a child could ha’ seen you
invented that yarn on the spur of
the moment. All I can say is, Heaven
help the pore unfortunate woman who
has the misfortune to be your wife.
And now' git!”
But Fred Maldon did not “git.” He
stood his ground, and appeared to be
about to continue the argument when
Lizzie vehemently stamped her foot
and exclaimed:
“Go away, Fred Maldon, and never
let me see your wicked face again,
you sinful bigamist!”
This attack was altogether too
much for Fred, and, without another
word, he turned on his heel and walk
ed off, his mind busy with the some
what difficult problem that confront
ed him.
It was not until ten days later that
luck favored Fred, and he again met
Liz, and then one evening, quite by
chance, he happened to find Liz alone,
close to her parents’ home
Directly she saw him, she turned
her head away, and was going to
pas» him without even a look in hls»
direction. But Fred w’alked straight
up to her, so that she was obliged to
stop.
“What do you mean?” she began
angrily.
"I wonder you’ve got the cheek to
face me, after the cruel way you've
| deceived me.”
The Explanation.
“Now, look here. Liz, you’ve got to
| listen to me; then if you can’t for
give me for not telling you before, all
right, I’ll clear out. But it’s only fair
you should hear w'hat I’ve got to say;
you’U admit that, surely?”
“Nothing can make any difference
to what I think of you, but if you’ve
really got something to say, say It
I quick,” replied Lizzie, her curiosity
getting the better of her indignation.
“That’s better. Now, listen. You
i know I get extra pay for being a fly
ing instructor. I was the only able
seaman aboard our ship w'ho under
stood anything about aeroplanes, and
that’s why I got the Job.”
”Yes, yes. I know all that. You've
told me hundreds of timese before,
but what’s it got to do with you and :
your wife, eh? Tell me that!”
“It’s got all in the w'orld to do with |
it, Liz. I had to get ray confounded ;
aerial instruction, didn’t I? Well,
how did I do it? I know one of the
Instructors at Brayburn Walker’s
flying school. You know Brayburn
J Walker, the great airman, of course.
Well, this school of his is on land,
and there was 1 right away at sea,
so the question was: How could I get
to land for my lessons from that in
structor friend of mine? I puzzled
over it a long time, and then an Idea
struck me. j
“I applied for leave, Liz, Just the
longest leave I could get, and I told
’em 1 wanted it ’cause I was going
to get married. Of course, I wasn’t
really going to get married at all, but
I was really keen on getting some fly
ing lessons, and I got ’em, too; and
now' I’m a full-blown instructor my-
oelf.
“But, Liz, every mrtn aboard the
Oregon believes I’m married, and if I
was to give th*’ show away, I might
get into hot water. But now I w'ant
to marry you, something’s got to be
done, and I've thought it all out since
last I saw' you, and here’s the result.”
He took a paper from his pocket
and placed it in the girl’s hands.
There was a short paragraph marked
In ink. and as Lizzie read it a s»low
.smile curved her lips.
“On July 29 the beloved wife of
Able Seaman Fred Maldon passed
away at Aberdeen after a short ill
ness. No flow'ers.”
“A newspaper friend corrected the
lin°s I wrote,” explained Fred, with a
grin. "He was dead nuts on me giv
ing her a name, but I said no, and
there you are. Now you understand,
and we can get married, Liz, can’t
we?”
She looked at him. Ptlll smiling.
“You’re a proper story teller, Fred.”
she murmured.
“From now on I’ve done with
stories. Liz!” declared Fred, with em
phasis.
She took him by the arm and smiled
happily.
“Where shall we go?” she asked.
fa /riwirer --
The cutest little stateroom she ever saw.
CHAPTER 28.
A LTHOUGH Jennie told the young man she
wasn’t hungry, he insisted they go into the
restaurant for a drink anyway. When they
were inside the waiters ail bowed to the young
man with very much deference, and the head
waiter esoorted him to the best table in the place,
near an open window and some palms, where they
could look out on the ocean and at the same time
be secluded from the rest of the diners.
From the way the head waiter acted you could
tell the young man had been there before and was
regarded as a very liberal customer, especially
with his tips.
He asked Jennie If she wouldn't have something
to drink, and when she mentioned lemonade, he
said: “Oh, no, no—we must have a bottle of
wine”; to which Jennie agreed, and, although she
wasn’t quite sure she liked it, it ickled her throat
and she liked to watch the bubbles chase one an
other.
When the waiter was opening the bottle. Jennie
could not help but think that that one bottle cost
nearly as much as SHE WORKED A WHOLE
WEEK FOR.
While they were drinking the wine Jennie told
the young man she ’’just couldn’t wait 'til she saw
his yacht." So he called the waiter, paid for the
wine, gave the waiter A DOLLAR tip—which quite
startled Jennie—then they walked out on the
wharf to where a small launch seemed to be wait
ing for the young man. with a man in sailor's uni
form to run it.
As they “chug-chugged” out to the yacht Jennie
marveled at such grandeur, and oh, how she
WISHED she could live this way always.
She was even more surprised when they went
aboard the yacht, for she never in all her life
Imagined anything so lovely. Everything finished
in mahogany, leather cushlona. and as they stood
in the cabin Jennie could Bee through another door
to the cutest little stateroom that was all finished
up in white and pink.
—HAL COFFMAN.
(To Be Continued.)
A TRAGIC PRANK By VINCENT RACKSTRAW
HI
Not Alone.
An old Indian man, selling baskets
railed at Mrs. Allen's one morning.
He was very anxious to make a sale,
and after considerable parleying he
said:
“Make me an offer, madam, and see
if I don’t take you up."
Little five-year-old Bertha was a
spectator to the Interview, and when
the man made this remark she threw
her arms around her mother, crying:
“Mother, if he takes you, I'll go
too.”
Natural History Definition.
Once a traveler called at an Inn for
lunch. At the close of his repast he
demanded his bill, and the landlord
brought it. After casting a glance at
the immense multiplicity of Items, th£
traveler looked up and asked:
“What is your name, landlord?”
"My name, sir, is Partridge ”
“Oh, really! From the length of
your bill I thought It might have been
Toucan.”
Taking No Risks.
The ferryboat was well on her wav
when a violent storm arose, and fears
were entertained for her safety.
The ferryman and his mate (both
Highlanders) held a consultation, and
after a short debate the ferryman
turned to his passengers and re
marked, anxiously:
“We’ll Just tak’ yer tuppences now,
for we dinna ken what micht come
ower us.”
CHICHESTER S PILLS
TIIK DIAMOND MKAN|> A
I T was midsummer, real Danish
midsummer, with glorious w’eath-
er, sunshine and roses, fragrant
hay and fresh air. Ideal days for a
summer vacation as It ought to be.
In the parsonage at Solbjerg every
body understood the art of enjoying
a vacation In fullest measure. The
whole house was full of merry, happy
young people, as gay and care-free
as if life were all play among red
roses and fragrant lime trees.
Every evening, when the sun went
down and the wonderful stillness of
the summer dusk fell upon the beau
tiful old garden, everybody gathered,
after the day’s excursions, on the hill
under the old limes, and, while the
evening grew older and the stars were
lit, they sat chatting and discussing
the many unsolved riddles of life.
One night they began to discuss su
perstition. fear of ghosts and super
natural things, and each defended his
opinion valiantly against the others.
Called the ‘ 4 Bear.’*
One of the young girls, Marguerite
Brun. whom they all called the
“bear,” because she looked at every
thing In a rather heavy, materialistic
way, but who was a sweet and natural
girl, anyw'ay. declared most emphat
ically that all these things were af
fectation and that there was not a
thing in the world, natural or so-
called supernatural, which could
frighten her.
Here courage and self-confidence
annoyed the young students, and two
of them put their heads together,
planning how' to take her down from
her high perch. They w'ere sure they
were able to frighten her.
• • •
The next evening all the young
people w'ere Invited to a dance at the
State Forester’s house, and when they
walked back late after enjoying
themselves immensely, the two stu
dents proposed that they should sep
arate Into two groups, one golr
straight home by the road and th
other through the woods, past the om :
mill, to see w'hlch way was the
shorter.
The suggestion did not win any
approval. None of the young people
felt iike se{>aratlng, und at last the
two students went through the woods
alone, which was Just what they had
wanted, and as soon as the others
were out of sight, they ran as fast
as they could to the old mill, where
they stopped a moment.
Next to the mill was an old grave
yard, and there they had one morn
ing seen an old, well preserved skull.
Both were medical students, and they
had decided to carry the skull off
with them to Copenhagen at the end
of the vacation. Now', how'ever, It
was to be. used for something else—
surely the “bear” would be scared
when ahe found it In her bed.
They found It quickly and hurried
home, sneaked Into the house and
placed the skull in the young girl’s
bed, so that It looked as if a skeleton
were lying In It.
Where Is She?
Then they went downstairs again,
ran some distance away and returned
a little later than the rest of the
party, who laughed at them because
they were late. A few moments later
everything was quiet In the whole
house.
• * •
It was late next morning when
they all met at the breakfast table—
all except the “bear.”
“Where Is little Marguerite, I won
der,” said the hostess. “I think 1
must go up and look for her.”
She w-ent up to the young girl’s
room, and a moment later all were
startled by a cry of horror. They
rushed upstairs and a dreadful sight
met their eyes.
On the edge of the bed Marguerite
was sitting in her ball gown, holding
In her arms the skull, singing softly
to It. When she raised her eyes and
looked at the terrified faces before
her they all realized that their darling
little “bear” would never recover.
When the young girl saw the skull
In her bed she had gone hopelessly
Insane.
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