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tl.n fIorl)!,h n tith i ;ou." by I . n.ral 1 ' 'r.
ris )h. La t t;i lked w it I ittha. i,!" .v.r t ,"
t. lh1 1o0 e just hbfor,' v.,, i shot htwrstl f.
A tern pi,'e of \."ll, w pall r 1.. found,
at ,eight ,f wt'i'ch l i.n . ra: ! r htrrish is
-trtken with paralvreis. K-.nt tiS overs
that ('ran tdall 1:is left town hurriedlY.
rApdrjrw Els,r. an agn- bhanker. ou)inits
i-.ielde ahtint the. sainm i tHint as Katharine
atttemptedi her life. A yetllw envelhope is
found in '.ser' room. Post ()fiei'- Tn
spector tI is. Kni'ts friend, takes lip
the case. Kent is -on'milceid that Cran
dall is at the hIttomii of the myster-.
Kntherine's strange otit-rv puzzles the
detctives. Kenti and Davis search Cran
dall's roomi and tind an address, Luck
Pox 17. Ardway. N. J.
I had not looked at it in that light,
yet I felt that he was right. There
could not be a moment of happiness
for the girl I loved until the black
shadow that menaced her home and
-those she loved had been dispelled
Yea. Davis was right. I would go to
.Ardway that evening. I stopped only
long enough to telephone Louise of
my intention and to go to my rooms
for a bag.
"If you have a revolver you'd better
take it with you." said Davis.
"I never owned one in my life," I
He drew out his own and handed
it to me. It was of the hammerless
variety, flat and almost square.
"Be careful how you use it." he
warned me. "It's a magazine gun and
goes off with a very light touch "
"What do you expect me to find in
.Ardway?" I asked him as a taxicab
'urried us to the Hudson tunnel.
"There are two things. First: find
out if Hugh Crandall is there, when
the arrived and what he has been do
ing. Probably if he is at the hotel
he will be registered under 'an as
sumed name. Second: find out who
has Lock Box 17. There is a list of
box-owners kept in every office, with
the sames of the two references. Find
-out all you can without arousing sus
plcion. Ill be eat and join you there
to-ofrrow evening. 11' come out on
is same train. Ill leave it to you
tbfind a plausble pretext for ques
tioning the postmaster."
Tedious as the trip to Ardway would
ordinarily have been, so absorbed was
I In pusiling over the mystery I hard
ly noted the passage of time and was
startled to hear the brakeman calling
xmy station. I had learned from the
conductor that it was a village of\less
,than two thebsand inhabitants and
'that there .wai only one hotel, about
"a block from the station. It proved
to be a country BDIel of the better
sort, doing a thriving business in feed
ing motor-car folk who passed through
and in taking care of traveling-men
and farmers' supply agents who via
ited the neighborhood.
As I signed the register I scanned
the names, hoping to see that of
Crandall. but it did not appear. Yet
registered the night before wad a
name "Henry Cook" that caught my
eye. Something about the writing
made it as distipctively that of a city
man as his clothes would have distin
guished him from the country boy be
hind the desk.
"Where will I find the post-offce?" I
asked the clerk. "I want to get a spe
cial delivery letter off to-night."
"It's a couple of blocks up Main
street," he told me, "but you'd better
go in and get supper. The dining
room closes at half-past seven and the
postoffice stays open until eight."
I took his advice and, after an ex
cellent meal, lighted my cigar and
walked in the direetion'he had indi
cated. The streets were lighted after,
a manner by oil lamps at the corners.
There was no moon and the villagers
for the most part seemed to live in the
rear part of,4heir homes. Few of the
straggling stores had their windows
lighted, as it was with difficulty I read
the signs on the buildings I Cpssed.
yet I had little trouble finding the
post-offle. It was a one-story build
ing that stood on a vacant Iat in the
middle of the block. It evidently had
been built by some local politician for
the purpose, as it was not quartered
in the corner of a cigar or grocery
store, as" r'ost country clces are.
eerling into the darkness I read the
sign "PostOfmice," and noted with
some surprise that the windows were
without lights. I drew out try watch
and striking a match looked at the
time. It was half-panst seven l'or
lack of something bettor to do I
walked round the building. To my
: masement when I reached the end
- sway from the street I found the rear
seor standing wide open. Thiinking
porhaps that the postmaster might
, erelY have gone to supper, relying
the honesty of hits neighbors to
I.L!p. pndil~turbcd. I loite red in
/ Id'tty~tor a full half-hour. At
gar"yWn impatlent. I entered the
-'•land striking another match
+ brLu t me Asfar as the unces
-pemialted me to see, the
- hs~-e4as it the postmaster had
been unexpectedly callet away in the
midst of his work.
I recalled that in nly bag at the ho
tel was one of those storage battery
lights, whit h happened to be there be
cause I often found it useful in the
cabin where I went 'o shoot ducks I
decided to get this and investigate
further. It had begun to rain and
there were few people on the steet.
I returned with my light in a very few
minutes and began to explore. I did
not greatly fear interruption, for the
mail-boxes on the street side served
as a screen to shut off the shaft of
light by which I worked.
My second inspection convinced me
that the postmaster had left in con
siderable hurry. A pile of mail half
sorted, a stamp drawer left wide open
and the books stasnding in an open
safe seemed to bear- out this theory.
Even the cash-drawer stood open, re
vealing a few billls and some change.
"If the cash-drawer had been rifled,"
I said to myself, "I ,'ight suspect that
the postmaster had been murdered
I pushed ter cash drawer shut and
heard the automatic lock click on it,
and then began a se.arch for the list
of box-owners. At the back of each
box a slip was pas'ed with the own
er's name. To my great disappoint
mnent Box No. 17 wia blank. I turned
next to the safe and at last found the
book in which the accounts of box
rent were kept. In this were neatly
entered the name of each box-holder
and the two references giten, for ev
ery box except No. 17.
As I stood poring over this book,
perple;:ed by my failure to discover
the owner, I became conscious that I
was watched. A sixth sense con
vinced me that some one else was
near. Quickly I pressed the button
that extinguished my electric lantern.
Noiselessly I turned toward the rear
door by which I had entered. I caught
just a fleeting glimpste of a man's face
being hastily withdrawn. Undoubted
ly it was the postmaster who had
turned smd caught me there. Of course
he must take me for a burglar. It had
been too dark for me to recognize the
features of the man and I was certain
he could not identify the. I stood mo
tionless for a minute or two, listening
intently, but I could not bear even a
footstep--nothing but the patter of the
Yet undoubtedly whoever had dis
covered me had gone to summon as
sistance. It would never do for me to
be- caught there. While I felt I was
perfectly justified in my mission, it
would be hard to make a satisfactory
explanation. If I was captured there
It certainly would mean an unpleasant
night in a vermin-filled shack, perhaps
in irons. It might take several days
to establish my innocence. I decided
to attempt an escape. The sense of
having a revolver in my pocket com
forted me, though I realised its pos
session would be most damaging if I
phould be caught. I moved swiftly to
the door and peered out. There was
no one in sight.
.Thrusting my lantern in my pocket
and turning up my collar I made a
dash around the corner of the build
ing and looked up and down the
street. It was entirely deserted. The
thought struck me that the man who
had been watching me might still be
in hiding on the other side of the
building, but I did not stop to investi
gate. With the best air of unconcern
I could assume, I walked, not over
hastily, back to the hotel. There was
no one in the office but the clerk be
hind the desk and I stood there for a
moment beside the big old-fashioned
stove drying my clothes. The door
opened and a tall smooth-shaven chap
came in and approached the desk to
get his key. As be saw me standing
there he gave me a keen glance of
scrtfiny. 1 had noticed that he had
come from the direction of the post
office and he must have seen that my
clothing was rain-soaked. He half
halted as if about to apeak to me, but
changed his mind. I heard the clerk
"Good night, Mr. Cook," as he van
If this was the man who had seen
me in the post-office, plainly he was
not the postmaster. If not, who was
he? What was be doing there?
It 'as long after midnight before
my mystified brain would let me sleep.
Every stop I had taken seemed only
to be leading me deeper and deeper
The Third Suicide.
Something had happened.
I awoke the next morning with a
sjtart and sat up in bed listening to
the strange confusion in the hotel. In
stinctively I recognized that the ,ensa
tion of the unusual that so affected me
-was something more than the feeling
every %ne experiences on saddenly
awaking for the first time in a strange
I sprang from the bed and, opening
my door, looked out aito tbhe halL I
.'oetl ea -ethbin, for a t~n ot'the
cor'ldor shut me nft from th4 main
hall. From the floor below came the
confused murmur of many voices and
the sound of men moving about-many
mea. My first thought was of fire, but
there were no cries and there was no
smell of smoke. The memory of my
experience in the post-office recurred
to me. I vaguely wondered if I had
been tracked and discovered.
I hastened to dress. If they suspect
ed me of robbing the post-office, the
socner I found out the sooner I could
plan some method of action. As I put
on my collar I heard footsteps in the
corridor, and, coatless as I was, I flung
open r.y door. A chambermaid was
"What's the matter?" I asked.
"Haven't you heard about it?" she
askdi in wonder.
"Heard about what?"
"The suicide in the hotel-in the
room right under yours. They discov
cred i: hours ago. The coroner's just
come and Is getting ready to hold the
"Who was he'?" I asked. I was
thinking it might he Hugh Crandall,
dead in some suicide pact with Katha
rine. A sense of disappointment be
gan to take hold of me. I felt that if
it were Crandall my efforts to clear
the mystery would be still more fu
tile, but the woman's answer quickly
dispelled the thought.
"It wasn't a 'he.' It's a woman."
She hurried on down the corridor
and I hastened to finish my dressing,
recalling as I did so Davis' belief that
there would be other suicides. It
seemed absurd that there could be any
connection between the suicide of a
woman in a country hotel in an ob
scure New Jersey village and the two
sulcides the day before in New York,
and yet thlre was at least one link
between them. It was Crandall who
had telephoned Katharine. - Somt one
had telephoned Elser, too. It was tn
Cra'eu:'s rooms th&a. we had found
the address of this place where the
third suicide in the series had taken
With the triumphant feeliig that my
friend the inspector finalh' would
have to accept my theory of Crandall's
gvilt, I hurried down-stairs and forced
my way into the room where the coro
ner had already begun his inquest.
On the bed, covered with a sheet,
except for the face, lay the lifeless
body of a woman perhaps fifty, the
face still distorted from the death
agony. A bit of rope attached to a
rod among the rafters of the room
showed that she had hung herself. The
woman's outer clothing lay neatly
piled on a chair near the bed. This
much I had time to notice before the
coroner finished selecting his jury.
Near the coroner, too, I observed the
I Stood Motionless for a Minute or Two, Listenlng Intently.
man whom the clerk had called Cook.
I thought he gave a quick glance in
my direction, but I could not be sure.
The first witness was called, Mahlon
Williams, the proprietor of the hotel.
"Mr. Williams," said the coroner,
"do you know this woman?"
"I can't say as I do."
"What was her name?"
"She was registered here in the ho
tel. The name's on the book. You
can see for yourself. I don't know if
it 'twas her real name or not"
"Mary Jane Teller, Bridgeport.
Conn.," was the entry in the hotel
register which was produced and sub
mitted for the jurors' inspection.
"Tell us, Mr. Williams, what you
know about the deceased."
"Mighty little; nothing at all, in
fact. She come here night before last
Got in on the seven-two train from
New York, I calculate, from the time
of her arrival. She had so baggae,
only that little black Dag ye d. -ad
she asled fo! a reoo Mr tihe
cheap rtom. She semed so feeale'
gave her thiC room on the groas
floor, No. 4, and only charged her seo
enty-five cents for it, though it's a dd
lar room, or a dollar and a half fo
bridal couples. She paid for it for on
night and right after supper she wen
into it and stayed there. Yesterda;
morning after breakfast she went ou
somewhere and was gone maybe at
hour or an hour and a half. I didn'
see her when she come in but
"Mahlon Williams," said the corone
severely, "you ought to know enoug;
about the law to understand that whl
you heard ain't evidence. Tell onl:
them things ycn ki~w of your do'
"All I know." said W"IlTiams, percept
ibly miffed, "is that she come ou
along about three in the afternoon and
paid another seventy-five cents, say
ing she wanted the room anothe
night. That's all I seen of her."
"Can I ask a question?" said one a
the jurors, all of whom were towns
men of the class usually to be fourw
around the hotel bar-room.
"If it is a proper question," sail
the coroner judiciously.
"Where did she gb when she wen
"The question is a proper one, if the
witness can answer it of his own
knowledge," the coroner ruled.
"If I khowed I'd a told already,'
said the hotel keeper.
One or two of the other jurors asked
questions, prompted plainly more b)
curiosity than by intelligent effort t(
ascertain the facts; but it was plait
that Mr. Williams had revealed al
that he knew, and he was dismissed.
Doctor Allen, who had been sent fo:
as soon as the suicide was discovered
gave it as his opinion that the womat
had hung herself early the evenin.
before, as nearly as he could judap
about fire o'clock.
"Who was it found the body?" the
'Mary Evans, the chambermaid,'
the ctcstable volunteered. "Here ehl
is, right heiti."
The coroner prooeeded to examine
Much embarrassed by the promi
nence into which 'she found hersell
thrust, but manifestly enjoying the Un
usual situation, the girl told how, earl,
in the morning, as soon as she begas
her: work, she had gone to the room.
"I didn't know there was anyone i
No. 4," she explained. "I knew the
woman had taken it for just one ntght
and I hadn't bothered making it up the
day before. None of the other room
era was up yet and I thought I might
just as well get No. 4 off my mind. I
knocked like I always do and getting
no answer I 'pened the door righ
wide all of a sudden. Such a shoob
as it gave me I never expect to have
again to my lying day. There wag
the poor creature a-hanging there. I
let a yell out of oe that must have
waked the dead, and then I ran and
called Mr. Williams."
"Had you seen the deceased on the
"Yes, but 'he wasn't deceased hk.s
I saw her."
"Did you have any conversattlo
"No more than to pass the time @o
day with ber you might say."
(TO BE CONTINUED.)
"Where Is one conditIon [ mutrihm
tion which goes by eodtsaues."
"What k that!
"The oneSI whleb erooke uesn ag
themuselvees ir t atB~h
MUST HAVE HAD BUSY LIFE
Boer Woman Surefy Holds the Wald's
Record for Her Many and Varied
The world's record in matrimonial
ventures is probably held by Mrs.
Thella M. de Beer, a widow, seventy
eight years of age, residing at Pre
toria, Transvaal. At the age of eight
een she married Petrus Jacobus
Lubbe, who died, leaving her with oua
child. Ten months later she took an'
other husband, a widower with three
children. A year and five months
afterwards he also died, leaving her
with four children. Within five months
she married for the third time, an
other widower, this time with seven
children. With him she lived for
eleven years, and had seven children,
when he also died. After five years'
widowhood she married for the fourth
time, on this occasion a widower with
eight children. With him she had four
children, and after eleven years, he,
too, died. Five years later she mar
r ed a man named Hendrik Klopper.
Another eleven years elapsed, and then
her fifth husband died, leaving her
with Len children. In two years' time
she contracted another marriage with
Hendrik Van Wyk, a widower, who
brought five children to swell the fam
ily. Another eleven years passed, and
he, too, went the way of his five pre
decessors, his death occurring only re
cently. Mrs. de Beer is now the
mother and stepmother of 49 children
and the grandmother of 270.
ACCOUNTED FOR THE CHANGE
Explanation Satisfied Soldier as to
the Cause of His ColoneVt Lamb
! like Demeanor.
A soldier, being photographed, hap
pened to mention the name of the regi
ment to which he belonged, whereupon
the photographer said that he had pho
tographed the colonel of the same reg
iment, and showed the private a copy.
"Well," said the soldier, "I've seen
Colonel - a good many times on the
parade ground, to say nothing of South
Africa, and he never looked like that?'
"Yes," said the photographer, "but
you mast recollect that the coloael
was neither on the parade ground nor
in South Africa when he was photo
"Well. but I've seen him alone, and
he always looked as if he were going
to Jump down your throat. In this
you'd think he couldn't say 'boo' to a
goose. Was he alone when he came
"Well, no," said the. photographer,
with unconscious irony, "he had his
wife with him."
"Oh," said the soldier thoughtfulty,
"that accounts for it."-Loadon Tit.
Found Use for the Yacht.
The resreteas of soat men
at times furnishes a surprise even to
those who know them well. A fair
illustration is a certain New Yorker
of wealth who bought a costly steam
yacht. He is very fond of the water,
but his chief object in the purchase
was to please his wife. Then he
found she did not care at all for that
sort of thing-and as a result she re
mined at home whenever he went off
on a cruise. His wife died; and ltor
a reasonable time he married again.
"It's all right now, old mans" he paid
to an adquaintanoe who eongrat l ted
him some time later. "You see, I
looked around till I found a woman
who would rather live on a yacht
than in a house--nd I married her.
Now the yacht's worth while."
Powerful New Magnifying Glass.
A new'method of seelog things
which is one million million times
more powerful than the most powerful
magnifyig glassu of today is betng
tested in England by Sir J. r. Tbolme
son. Up until a short time ago the
spectroscope was the inest instru
ment of analysis available for chim
ioal and selentific researc. And now
comes this instrument, millions upon
millions of times more exact than the
spetreseope. With his new magnitty
Int apparataus, a eembination of aspe
troscope asd photoralphi camera,
Sir J. J. Thomson is aid teiave been
able to detect ehemeal comhbinations
whleh exist only tin that part of a
seond which eompaies to a second
as a second compares to a year.
Cats have nine lives, they say. The
cats don't say it, of cours people
do. As a matter of fact a eat lives
to be about fllteen years old, if it is
well taken eare of, and a dog's 1tis
of about the same length. Horses live
to be thirty or more years of age.
A lion may ee seventy years pass
by; an elephant can often count his
years by hundreds, if he is an ed
cated elephant; and it is said that
whales live close to 1,000 when they
keep out of the way of harpoons.
Turtles are also long lived creaturesa,
the more o, it seems, the large tbs
Lived Long With Buflet i Heart.
After carrying a buallet in his heart
for thirty years, Gotfried .c .
agee sixty-three, of SlSoges, in the
Icanton of novie, Switerlad, ba
just Ied. During the arkult of a
criminal, Pischer was sbot in the
heart, pad was taken to hospital, ap.
parently dytag. To the amazement
Sof the doctors, however, he recovered,
and in a few weeks was ablelerejowln
the p lores * Fisdeer was et
,dalne tble estres, ad eassnnt
I hlants.. Ise daas an em to a
idbll ae the luang
ICHEB are so great a tempta
tion to ease and. self-lndS)
gene, to which men are by nature proW .
that the glory is all the greater of thoe
wio. lorn to ample fortunes. nelyrthelms
take an actiVe part in the work 4t t4b
FOOD AND THE CHILD
Children cannot digest food that
needs mastication before they have
teeth. This may seem an unneces
sary remark, but watch the streMt
and cars as you' pass back and forth
and see the stuff that helpless child
hood has forced upon it.
The fact that the child eats and'
seems to like what is given it seenr
to be the chief and only reason; some
mothers use in feeding.
Solid food must wait for teeth: The
digestive juices, like the teeth ire
not ready for use in the little child.
as the milk, its natural food for nine'
months, fulfills every need.
Fat, except cream and butter,
should be omitted in the child's diet
until after the coming of the seendi
Acid foods, such as tomatoeS,.
pickles and vinegar in any form, fresi
and warm breads, woody vegetables
uncooked should never be given a
child until after it has its second
Throughout childhood all foods ricl
in spice or condiments, sugar exeep
in small. quantity, coffee, pastry, rich
cakes and nuts, fried foods and rich
gravies and draaings should be eat
Candy, if allowed at ahs, ,hold be
home-made and administered in small
Care should be taken by the sesmoea
mother that not too great restrictio
is placed apon the diet of the child.
He needs variety and should not be
fed predigested foods, as the digse
tive traet must have exercise, as does
the limbs or other parts of the body,.
in order to be normal.
Ilportas points to bear in mind:
"Service and cooking of food con
"Selection and mastication deter
mine nutrition." /1
"Bad habits cripple life, as do *esk
bones the body."
Et always tager "eme
To asst him In t bis epslar and to t=61
It m aeeds advice, her judgmeet be asd-.
mits, Is always best;
Every d4w She Ives him pelnters, mostly
at his ow request.
8be k·eps track of the iesislaSoa, and 1s
tased as hamds and stacks
But she sever gets a look-la at the bal
lot box. '
A ltttle .mst. with the eombleM-.
tion to vegetables or dumplings, ma d
a meal srselestly hearty for an or*
nary ial y
Veat goul.-Cut veal from hind,
leg into cubes; salt and sprinkle 'with
a tabtampou el and a half of f.st:
Heat two tableepoonfuls of butt -,. -
this add s thinly plIed onion rge 1
few dashes of paemika. Let cook, for
seral minutes. Add the meat dad
sulcient potatoes; If they are sao.
leave thei wbh~e~ Stlty well and ad.
a very ittle water, cover closely sad
cook slowly on the back pat et the
store s ir a areleis coker, sng
Veal With Vegetabe Oysters.-Goek
a pound ot vegetale oystes in malt
water end lay them aide. Melt to
tableqpooatal of butter, ad& two
pounds of veal, two and a Int- tbl
apontouls of Doar ad a cup at
ter or aooek; adM witht the osutat
cook an bour at slow hat
Mut~. With Vegtable. - -
three padts of matto chawl wAe
salt and pepper. Bhown these o a
smed sani t of btterw, sth. aed a
half doses potatoes, nmd ~et, h
the meW. 312 evurytee welt d
add a ha cap of water. GeCe shE
fowl inte Sour paste add a qirt and a
half of beoiing watep', uef, pagga
chopped oaion, pmDrle ad a feath,
of a poad of verdL Caek Utin.
ly aevered fo severael heuas l a Ire
less cooker or sa har oa the b f
part of the stev.
A delitius brown stew may be lm.
pared with beet t 3m meI l pmees aud
browned i at, ononns, eart pe.
toee and a diced traip added and!
*eebed all together in coversned dish,
Had Kept Ner 8rgaln.
As inya0ou e trcik was r'e stit
plsied on sose woman of Masldlal,
Madras, l~a. They headed sms ot
meony to a wma who sid that she
pesesed the power of deLing the
contents. Tke victlmse ad thets
peeaets returedt to hem after seve
dais he the idlve cohas they bat
emnslsae were Sund to have bea.
eutth to ei ebr e