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THE ATLANTA GEORGIAN. . M.l The Prudential Insurance Company of America Home Office, Newark, N. J. AKEflS & SKINNED, Managers for Northern Georgia, ANNOUNCE The removal of their offices from the Second Floor Prudential Building, to 37 N- Forsyth St., Ground Floor Prudential Building. UN And Cheap One-way Rates -TO- CALIFORNIA AND NORTHWEST Round trip Summer Excursloni from all point* East to Pacific Coast and Northwest until September 15th, with ipeclal itopover privileges, good returning to October 31tt, 1906. CHEAP COLONIST ONE-WAY TICKETS TO CALIFORNIA AND NORTHWEST FROM AUGUST 27th TO OCTOBER 31et. Use the splendid through service of the SOUTHERN PACIFIC from New Orleans, or UNION PACIFIC from St. Louie or- Chicago to destination with 8teamshlp Lines to Japan, China, etc. Round trip tickets account Baptist Convention', San Francisco and Los Angeles, on sale from Sept. 2d to 14th, final limit October 31st. WRITE ME FOR RATES AND INFORMATION, J. P. VAN RENSSELAER, General Agt., 124 Peachtree Street, Atlanta, Ga. R. 0. BEAN, T. P. A. SCHOOLS ANO COLLEGES. SCHOOLS AND COLLEGES. THE SOUTH'S LEADIN6 MILITARY COLLEGE-PREPARATORY HOME SCHOOL, GEORGIA MILITARY ACADEMY COLLEGE PARK, GA. Limited to 80 boarding pupils, with ten teachers. Special preparation for Southern college!*. Graduates accepted by colleges without exami nation. Parents cordially Invited to visit and Inspect the school before entering their sons elsewhere. COLONEL J. C. WOODWARD, A. M., Pres. COX and Conservatory Delightfully situated in a beautiful suburb of Atlanta, with most salu brious climate, COX COL* L KG K and CONSBRVA- [TORY offers many advatu i tages to students from 1 any part of America. Mriy-fourth session [ begins Sept, nth, 1906, (with as Instructors rom American and 2 European universities 1 conservatories. B Broad courses of study, high standards, fine pstronnge. Music, Painting, Rlocutlon are specialties. Conservatory, under distinguished dt* rtetors. has 9 teachers, 50 pianos, pipe organ. Building equipped with all modern conveni ences ; many improvements made recently. For catalogue and illust/ations, address ADIEL J. MONCRIEF, President, or WILLIAM S. COX, Manager. TABERNACLE COURSE OPENS ON OCTOBER 1 Th.* Baptist Tnbornael* Lyceum Course Oetolier 1 with the John Thomas Company, one of the most ex Knslre 111 fractions ever liooked for a lyceuiu course. This will I* followed by Ople Bend, the celebrated author. In nn evening of read* IruN October 29. 'Arthur W. Hawks, the "> , 'tn*hlne Man," will appear November 15, •n*l will be followed late/ In the aeoaon by lb** Italian Boys* Itnnd, Spillman Biggs, th** famnas lecturer, Gilbert A. KMredge; th.- clever character Imperaonator, Mattl- *>n Wilbur t'hnac, the ••silver-tongued ora- f the North,” and Whitney Brothers' Mule Quartet. Two mblltlonnl attractions will be eu- Mk’d when 1.500 tickets have been apld, oaking n course 6f ten high-class attrnc- fur and away the beet selection of tals-nt ever offered on a lyeenni platform In Atlanta. And the price for reserved sent tb-ket for the entire .season Is only one dollar. o Snl< ' °f season tickets will positively dose Saturday of this week. Until then seats cured at Phillips & t’rew Co., Ed- Shi untKs»ii*a ,i n) g store or Knott & Awtry LOCAL LUMBER MEN DOUBLOONS A THRILLING NOVEL OF MYSTERY, TRAGEDY AND A STOLEN FORTUNE By EDEN PHILLPOTTS AND ARNOLD BENNETT (Copyright, 1908, l>y Eden Fhlllpott, sod Arnold Bennett.) CHAPTER XV, Uncle Walter. The confession of Meredith's Identity had the singular fact of making Philip undeniably and astonishingly happy. He asked himself, Indeed, why the fact that Meredith was GJralda In disguise should render him so absurdly Joy ous. He pretended to himself that there was no logic In the feeling of pleasure. But that was pretence merely. He knew In the depth of his being that his Joy was firmly based In the logic of his heart. He perceived now why he had liked Meredith from the moment of their first meeting, and why be had al ways been conscious, of an apparently strange Instinct to protect and assist Meredith. The disguise had deceived his brain, but It had not deceived the Instinctive, Inarticulate part of him. ■So you are Miss Pollexfen questioned, with a smile, the power whoso persuasiveness he did r guess. , "I am Mary Pollexfen,' was the half shy reply. Of course she was a woman! De spite her clothes, she was for Phlll as she faced him there In the HttL green, confined office with Its desk and ledgers, the most Intensely feminine woman that the world contained. How came It that his Intellectual apparatus had never discerned her sex? ■ How came It—but his mind was full queries. ..."a *» ve«T strange." said Philip, . Wat r i not recognize you as Glraf- da * _P eca u*e I had seen your portrait at the Physique Club, and what li more, the portrait had positively haunt' ed me.” *'£ d ® not think It very strange, after an, Mary Pollexfen answered. “You see I nm pretty expert at making up. Seven years ago I played nothing but principal boy’—on account of my height, I suppose. So I was well used to men's clothes. And then the scar ab solutely changes my face." "But where did you get that awful jnnnrl wound? "I paint it each morning,” Mary Pol lexfen explained, falnty smiling at Phil ip’s astonishment. "It was by accident a long time ago that I found out how a scar across the cheek like that seem ed to alter the position of the cheek bone and make all my face different.” "Then you can wash it off at any Miss During a fmnqunt at the New Kimball Wednesday evening, nt wblrh plenaure and serious thought were enjoynbly mixed, number of the loenl lumber dealers declared their nlleglanee to the Iletnll Lumber Deal ers' Assoelntlon of Alatmmn and Tennessee. It was decided to hold n meeting of the as sociation Iii lltmilnghHiii January next and there to change the name so ns to Include Georgia firms. The banquet was given In honor of Presi dent Richard Randolph and Secretary W. K. Willies of the association. A. It. Coleotd, as toastmaster, did tin* honors of the e Ing with case and ability. A NEW BOOK COMPANY ORGANIZED WEDNESDAY. A new book company was organised on Wednesday with ihe following gen tlemen as directors: E. C. Merry, pres ident: Professor J. I* Caldwell, sccre- Wy; Oeorge B. Rush, attorney; Rev. M. J. Cofer and Mr. Craig Cofleld. exec utive committee. The company has se cured a liberal charter and will operate a general book business nt 971-2 Peachtree street, under the name of the Co-operative Book Company. F. E. PURSE -THE PRINTER.” time "Certainly.” "You relieve me Immensely, Pollexfen." Philip sighed. "Unfortunately,” said she, "my hair won't grow quite as easily os I can wash off that scar.” There was a significant pause. "And now, Miss Pollexfen," said Phil ip courageously, "don't you think we had better come to business at once?" - "Business?" she echoed the word, as If startled. Yes," he said, "don’t you think you had better tell me why you are here In disguise. I know you must be In great sorrow. I guess you are In great difficulty. And I am Just os sure as 1 am of anything that I can help you. " "How can you help me?" she stain mered timidly, gazing self-consciously at the desk. "I shall be able to answer that ques tlon better when you have talked to me a little. Talk to me. Tell me. I would be willing to do a great deal for you, a very great deal. I’ve no inten tion of informing you that I would cheerfully sacrifice my life to save your little finger from Ifami. Because If I began in that strain I should feel an awful ass. Still—" he nodded his head several times quickly as though to emphasize hfs words—"you may command me.” He looked at her steadily. "Really? Her manner of uttering that single word enchanted Philip. In her tone there was something of entreaty, some thing of an unserlous and delicate in credibility, something’ of a challenge, and something queenlike. He seem ed to see in her at length the wor shiped beauty of the stage—not at all spoilt by Incense and homage, but yet aware of the potency of her charm, and accustomed to the vows of devotees. "Really!” he insisted. They exchanged a glance. And that glance established their relations. In the brief Instant of Its duration each formed a resolve, the one to trust, the other to shield, and the resolve was momentous, definite and final. Mary Pollexfen sat down. "Can we talk here?” she demanded suspiciously, looking at the door. "Where else can we talk?” Philip asked. "The door Is shut. I’ll keep an eye on it. Now, will you tell me why you are here in this disguise?” "I came to look after my father,' said Mary. "I came to watch over him. Perhaps you will say It was a childish idea, but—” ”Anrl a disguise was necessary for that?” _ . . . . . "Yes. If my poor father had had the slightest idea that I was meddling in his life he would have left the place. "You were not quite on good terms, was that it?" Mary Pollexfen agreed with a gest ure. "We had quarreled,” she said, "we had not spoken to each other for sev eral years. I was very sorry—veiy sor ry to upset him and very aorry that he would not see me—but I could not help "Yes?” Philip encouraged her. She was now on the opposite side of the desk from Philip, , idly and nerv ously pleating a piece of paper Into th<* form of a fan. Then she leaned her head on one hand. "It was all about me going on the stage,” she proceeded. "I had always wanted to go on the stage. The stage PRINTING OF ALL DESCRIPTIONS 16 1-2 E. MITCHELL ST. ATLANTA, GA. wanted to *0 on tne stake. was In my blood. But my father hated the Stake. Perhaps he had a cause to. He left me at school-In Southend and went on a voyak®. and when he came hack from his voyage I was sn actress on tour with a provincial com pany. Not a No. 1 company, Mr. Mas ters, but a wretched little company do ing flt-up towns. I hadn't written to my father to tell him. I dared not. At least, perhaps I dared: but somehow I could not put the words on the paper. So It was a terrible surprise for him when he did come back and learnt the news. I k»t a cousin of ours to tell "Your mother was dead?" "Yes. She' died when I was bom. Just Imagine my position. At 15 I had had enough of school—too much! I could have gone with my father on hi* ship, perhaps. But though my father and I ured to be good friends, and I liked the sea pretty well, l could never have been reconciled to the life on board a tramp steamer. Only my father's wish to be all In all to me could have made him dream of auch a thing. I was obliged to live some where then. I could have lived with some cousins, but even at IS I had ex tremely atrong likes and dislikes, and the prospect of living with my cousins didn’t appeal to me a little bit, though —*ra perfectly tolerable as ac quaintances. What waa I to do? Go Into a convent? Or begin to earn my living Independently?" "The situation was very awkward, decidedly," said Philip. "You see that, don’t you?" she cried, raising her voice, and, aa It were, clutching for his sympathy. “You see that? Well, I wanted to earn my liv ing and I wanted to start at once. Peo ple auch aa I don’t choose their careen. Their careers are decided when they are bom. Mine was. Nothing could have kept me oft the stage. I was very sorry for my father's sorrow, and I think I may say 1 didn't let his an ger make me angry. He couldn't un derstand. How could he be expected to understand? Supposing that I had suggested (o him that he should give up his ship and force himself to go on the stage, he would have thought I was 'mad. But that would have been exact ly the same thing as his asking me to give up the stage and voyage with him •>r live as a lodger with the Sldgwlcka— those are my cousins. I tried to ex plain that to him, but he couldn't see It. He couldn't. He talked about wo man’s sphere, the dear old thing!" "Then you fought out the question at an Interview?" Mary pollexfen gave a little shudder. "Yes," she said. "My company hap pened to be at Winchester while his ship was taking In cargo at Southamp ton. He came to see me. I remember I was lodging In a little room In the road up the steep hill out of Winches- It out. That was the worst day of my life, except the day after my father's death. And I waa only 15. 1 was only 15 and he waa over 60. Think of Itl Now he Is dead, something soft In my heart hints that perhaps I ought to have given way. But no! No! It had to be. There are things stronger than affection. I loved my father. My father loved me. But we parted. Ho might have used force with me. He very nearly did use force with the man ager ofthe company. 1 won’t tell you what he said when we parted. No one will ever know that except me. Now, I think It over I see I must have had extraordinary Individual force, even at that age—call It obstinacy—to withstand him. He returned to hla ship. I went on with my business aa the least Important member of a tour ing company of no Importance at all. "Why!" said Philip, "It waa trag edy!" "That's Just what It was,” said Mary, “and It often happens that In a real tragedy nobody Is to blame—and every one suffera." "Didn't you see him again?" * “I made two attempts for peace. The first was whsn I was 18. I saw him once. I Insisted on seeing hlih. was useless, absolutely useless! Cap tains live very solitary lives, I think, and that Influences them. My poor father’s prejudices against the stage and me only lncreused as he grew old- Our last direct Interview, four years ago, ended everything between us. We drifted apurt, as they say— utterly. I found It Impossible even to keep In touch with his movements. In fact, I lost him. I didn’t know the name of his new ship. I didn't know why he had left the old one. I didn't even know If he was alive. That showa how relatives may get separat ed, mentally nnd physically. I never spoke of him. I fancy most of my friends took me for nn orphan. Of course If I am to be perfectly honest I must admit that I was wrapped up In my own career. And habit Is so strong. During the first years of my estrangement I used to send my fath er the prettiest cards I could buy on hla birthday and at Christmas. Then I didn't know where to aend them to— And—and—don't you now think It s very snd, Mr. Mastera, such a thing ns I am telling you?" The change In her lovely voice was swift and dramatic. Philip felt the lump In his throat. He could not speak. He nodded. "These cousins of yours," he man aged to say at length. "They could do nothing to get the captain to alter his views?" "Nothing. They were nice, quiet, or dlnary people. But they would as soon have dared to come between my fath er and me aa go Into—Into a den of lions. They were afraid of both of us. They still live at Bouthend, or rather, lust out of Southend. 1 doubt If they lave heard of thta affair even yet.” "And you have no other relatives?" "Yes." said Mary Pollexfen, In a low tone, drawing her hand nervously along the table. "There was my fath er's brother, my uncle—Walter Pollex fen. But/-" I "But what?" Mary's eyes moistened. "It Is Uncle Walter who"— She stopped short with a sort of nervous spasm, and sat up straight, evidently collecting her forces. "I must explain to you about that man," she recommenced. "Although I have never seen him—at any rate I am not sure that I have ever seen him—I seem to know him Intiniktely." "How so?" "Prom my father's doaorlntlona. And, later, from what the Sldgwlcka used to tell me. Walter Pollexfen was ten years younger than my father. He was very precocious Indeed as a child. ' Insurance That Insures Is what a man wants when he seeks protection for those de pendent upon him. A Policy In the PACIFIC MUTUAL LIFE protects him, w£lle he Is pro tecting them, as It provides In surance against the loss of his Earning Power by AcddenL Ill ness or Total Disability as well as by Death. A broken leg oi a case of ty phoid fever would not seem so bad It he knew hla Earning Power was Insured and be waa not suffering a Financial loaa aa well aa pain. Annual Dividend* to reduce the premium or In crease the Insurance as desired. In asking for Information and rates, give your age and occu pation. J, Clements Shafer, MANAGER, 413-14 Peters Building, ATLANTA, GEORGIA. must have taken after him, as regards being precocious—certainly I didn't take after my father. I think the chil dren of elderly parents (.re ften very precocious. And he was very clever, too. And extremely violent. He waa /me of those boys who become men alt at once. At ten years of age. my fath er uaed to say, no one could manage him. No one could do anything with him at all. He was expelled from three schools at Southend before he was 21. He would listen to nobody. He once Iqcked another boy up In a wooden ahed and set Are to It, because the boy wouldn't give him half an ap ple. And It was a mere chance that the boy wasn't burnt to death. He would have been If he hadn't pushed a penknife and everything he had In his pockets under the door of the shed as a ransom. That waa the sort of youth my uncle was. He had no mercy on animals at all. And yet my father said that he could be charming when he wanted to. At sixteen he married a woman very nearly old enough to be his mother—ran away with her. He had a thick mustache at fourteen." "An Interesting young man!” Philip commented. "Do you think so?" said Mary. "The stage was his passion, aa It's mine. I took after him In that. And It was because of my uncle's connection with the stage that my father hated It so. Only uncle got tired of the stage pretty soon, and I expect that I shall, too. At nineteen he was playing old men's parts at the Britannia at Hoxton. He was famous In the East End, and peo ple said he might have been one of the most successful actors In London. He was very well known In the profession. The , profession- thought even more highly of him than the public did, 1 believe.. There are actors like that, you know. He stabbed another actor on the stage of the Britannia one night. It was supposed to be an accident. But according to What people say, it wasn’t nn accident at all. However, all this was *Mrty years ago. Then he went to America." 'And what became of his wife?" 'He deserted her when he was eigh teen. . But Just before he went to America he found her again, and he made her go with him—1 suppose be cause she had come Into some money. And then she died, In Cleveland." Died!"' 'It Is supposed that he killed her. I say ‘It Is supposed'—no one except my uncle can be sure. Anyhow, there was a great outcry. Father used to hnve cuttings of the articles that ap peared In the New York and other newspapers about the affair. Uncle had to disappear, at least he did disap pear. After that he must have traveled all over the world. He was In a revo lution In Uruguay. He had a circus In Yokohama. But my father only heard rumors of him at long Intervals. On the other hand he seemed always to know exactly where my father was. And from time to time he would write and demand money." "And did he get It?" "Yes, he got It. It would, of course, have been better It he had not got It. But father could n^er refuse him al together. I firmly believe that until Just before the very last my father had a kind of liking for him. You see, he was so much cleverer than fath er, and father must have been a little afraid of him as well.” "This was the same brother who haa been mentioned at the—the Inqueat." "Yes, there was only one." "Then he la In London now, of course?" "I'm afraid ao." "But you've never seen him?" •'No, but I’ve heard from him." "When?" "About three weeks ago I got strange letter from him. It was ad dressed to the theater. That letter was the cause of my coming here. 1 will show It to ynu. Then you can Judge HOURS FOR WORK HOURS FOR SLEEP HOURS FOR RECREATION This Label Stands for These Conditions in Printing Offices. Have This Label on Your Printing! ATLANTA TYPOGRAPHICAL UNION. P, O. Box 266. It was something like this: ‘Better hurry up. Father now at Corner house.' Then It was that I suddenly made up my mind to gw to the Corner house myself—In this disguise. I had notions about telling the police, but I saw that would be absurd. There wasn't enough to go on. So you be hold me coming to the Corner house, nnd. In a way, settling down there for a short time. My father had not the slightest suspicion of my Identity. I found him very much changed and very much older. I had no plan. Ofteh at night It appeared to me that I was be having In a very queer way. But what would you have? What else could I do? I doubt If a woman was ever f laced In such a position before. Well, had to content myself with keeping watch over my father's movements. This I did sh well aa I could. And I waited for something to turn up, some fortunate chance. And when some thing did turn up—It was—It warn-” She hid her face. "I know. I know,” Philip murmured. “Good heavensl You may well aay that no woman •was ever placed In such a situation before!" "You can Imagine the shock! to me when I learned on Wednesday morn ing that my father had been murdered and hla body buried In the trench! I had to keep my wlta about me then. I dared not give way. I had to pretend that I was merely casually Interested In the tragedy. I couldn't keep away from the Inquest. And It was the most hor rible experience of my life.” "And you had no theory as to the manner of your father's death?" “None. That was the worst of It. There I had been waiting ready to protect him when necessity arose—at the first moment that I noticed any thing suspicious—and he was gone be fore I could move a hand! It I had made myself known to my father he PERFECT PROTECTION POLICY Insures Against Any Sickness, 6 Months Any Accident, 24 Months Accidental Death. NORTH AMERICAN ACCIDENT INSURANCE CO. 703 Prudential Building, Phone 9330. AGENTS WANTED. ■ A rchntlfU frtaPataf Ni 1 Wbltkty, Opium, Mh* I pMat, Cottltt, Chl»r»l t Tobtcc aatf Htutulbin | a/a «r Ntrtt ItSaggtlm* Ths Only Unity lintH - Inti In Otorjit. 229 Woodward Aw., ATLANTA 61. BRUSHES. .... “T 1110 lar B 0 *t stock of would, no doubt, simply have left the Paint Brushes, White Wash Brushes, house. And I could not make myself Varnish known to Uncle Walter, because I " hadn’t the faintest Idea where he was." "And you have gone through this agony while I have been here!" Philip said. "And I never guessed I It Is In conceivable! How unsympathetic you must have thought me the night I be- U rushes and Kalsomlna slei iged you In your .room. "On the contrary," said Mary, with for yourself. 8he paused, and slowly drew a let ter from the pocket of her coat and handed It to Philip, who opened It and read: "Dear Mary: This Is from your old Uncle Walter, whom I Harcsay you have heard of. Your father la a fool, and you had better bring him to rea son, or It will be the worse for him. He's getting obstinate In his old age. He's retired from the captaincy of buslnesa and he’a got hold of the great est money-making acheme that I've heard of for a pretty long while, can't manage It himself. I'm Just the man to help him, but he won't let me. I told him 1 was starving, and he gave me twenty pounds. It Isq't a question of twenty pounds. It Is a question of twenty thousand, Bnd lots more. (nnuy iiiuuhhhu. nitu nun uiuic, a only want half tne profits, and that'a fair, as I should do all the work. The old fool would simply make a hash of the business. But ha won’t see It. I never knew him so obstinate. Now he’s Just got to give In. If you know anything about me, you know that candor Is my most sublime quality, and I'm candid now. I'm nothing It not candid. You've quarreled with your father, I'm given to understand. Or rather he's quarreled with you. You'd better go home and make It up with him, and warn him that I mean business. When I’m desperate I'm very desperate. He seems to have forgotten that. Tell him from me that if he doesn't let me In on the ground floor, I’ll take good care that he'a put out of the way of making a single penny of profit for himself. Tell him that. ■" Your desperate uncle, "WALTER IJOLLEXFEN. P. S.—Your father la or will shortly be at the Corner house, Strangs street, Kings way.” Philip folded up the letter, and gave It back to Mary Pollexfen In the midst of an extraordinary silence. Of course,” said he, "knowing what you did of your uncle's character you naturally took that for a serious threat ?" I did—moat certainly. I thought I would go and see my father. Then I decided to write, and I wrote. I didn't send him uncle’s letter. I thought that might do more harm than good." "And then?" "Then I received an envelope from my father, and the envelops contained my own letter unopened, but tom across. After that I received a tele gram from uncle, which 1 have lost, but melancholy smile, "I thought you ex Inexpll tremely sympathetic. It waa cable to me that you should be so Brushes In the South. F. J. COOLEDGE & SON., 12. N. Forsyth SL Atlanta. "Why did you not leave this awful place at once?” Philip questioned. "What!" she said. "And have de tectives following me everywhere? That would have been the very worst thing I could have done." "True." Philip agreed.,.''By the way, did you notice much of the courtship between your poor father and Mr*. Upottery ?'• "I had no Idea of tt. And nothing at the Inqueat surprised me more than Mrs. Upotlery's evidence.” “Because," said Philip quietly, "Mrs. Upottery Is undoubtedly connected with the murder. As the linger prints at the top of this paper are not yours, they must be hers. And they consti tute absolutely conclusive evidence to my mind. She Is an astbifnohjjf wom- an. Yesterday she stole two hundred- pound notes out of my pocketbook and substituted two others, while pretend ing to faint nnd be 111. And I had not the least suspicion of her guilt until you showed me that these finger prints were not yours. It flashed across me then. It Is amaxing." I have been following Mrs. Upot tery about for two days," said Mary Pollexfen quietly. "Shall I tell you my notion about her?" "By all means." ‘My notion about her Is that the Is Uncle Walter himself." 'Impossible!” ‘Not Impossible! I went to poor father's funeral this afternoon, hire. Upottery was there. Mrs. Upottery and I were the only two people present from this house. It was a dreadful business. And Mrs. Upottery appeared to me to he acting grief, with tremen dous gusts. Then when the creature walked from the grave I seemed to de tect In her gait a sort of resemblance to my father’s." "You know your uncle by sight?" Sam Jones Tabernacle Meetings, Cart era- ville, Ga. On Septemper 15th to 23rd, Inctiw ■Ira, the Westorn and Atlantic rail road will sell tickets from Atlanta- Dalton and Intermediate stations, to Cartersvllle, at rate of ono fare for the round trip. Sam Jones will be assisted by Evangelist Oliver and other ministers of renown. Prof. E. O. Excell will' have charge of the music, and othem gospel singers of note will attend.. Three services each day, 10:30 a. m.. 3:00 p. m. and 8:00 p. in., and tba, people of Cartersvllle will welcome the great crowds with the same hos pitality they have always Bhown. CHAS. E. HARMAN, Gen. Pass. AgsnL "I have never seen him, unless ha is Mrs. Upottery, and I am certain that he la Mrs. Upottery. I feel U In my bones that he Is Mrs. Upottery." She stood up, excited. "No one but Unci# Walter could have planned and work ed that crime as It must have been ilanned and worked. And all his evl- ence at tha Inqueat was pure Inven tion. It would be exactly like him to enjoy disguising himself as a woman, and then tA pretend that he was en gaged to be married to the man lie had murdered, and to embroider the atory with details about mysterious foreigners and Russian secret societies. What do you think?" "If what you aay Is true," Philip an swered her, "your family contains In Mr. Walter Pollexfen a criminal of genius. But we will soon find out." ■"What are you going to do?" "I am going up to Mrs. Upottery'* room. She—or ho—came In Just be fore you did." Continued In Tomorrow’s Georgian. Hotel Marlborough Broadway, 36th and 37th.Sts., Herald Square, New York Most Centrally Located Hotel on Broadway. Only ten minutes walk to 2S leading theatres. Completely renovated and transformed in every department. Up-to-date in all re spects. Telephone in each room. 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