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? A STORY OF
MY5TCRY. INVOLVING STARTLING
COMPLICATIONS &? ADVCNTUf
fcv ANNA KATMCRINE GREE
_ AUTHOR- OP
t?? LttN WORTH CA5t, BtMiND CLOSI
**1Hd you follow Mr. Ransom when
ha talked through those rooms?'*
-Ho, sir; I stayed in the hall."
"IMd the lady hobble when she slid
taut mysteriously out of sight?"
"A little. Not so much as when she
une In. But shs wasn't st her ease,
r. Her shoes were certainly too
"1 think I will take a poop at those
nmis now," Qerrldge remarked to the
Mr. Loomls bowed, and together
crossed the office to the recep
m door The diagram of this
of the hotel will give you an
of these connecting rooms.
There are three of them, as yon
will see, all reception-rooms. Mr.
had passed through them all
looking for his wife In No. 1 ho
several ladles sitting and stand
U all strengere He encountered
eevo In No. 2, and In No. 3 Just ono
a lady In street costume evl
ly waiting for some one. To this
he had addressed draself, ask
If she had seen any one pass that
the moment before. Her reply
a decided "No;" thet sho had
waiting In that same room for
minutes and had seen no one
TO* staggered htm. It wee as If his
had dissolved into thin air. True,
might hero eluded him by slipping
Into the hall by means of door
at the moment he entered door
sjsja; end alert to this possibility, ha
'hastened beck Into the hall to look
\mw her. But sbo was nowhere visible,
mm had she been observed leering
fjsa building by the men stationed at
esstraace A. But there was another
<*?*)', that of B. Had sho gone out
that way? Mr. Ransom had taken
eesaae to inquire and had been assured
Sly *tfce man In charge that no lady had
Ml by that door during tho last ten
snwaotes This ho had Insisted on,
tea* when Mr. Loomls snd tho detec
came In their turn to question
on this point ho Insisted on It
The mystery seemed com?
et least to the manager. But
detective was not quits satisfied,
aaked the man If at any time that
, before or after Mrs. Ransom's
>pearance, he had swung tho door
tor a lady who walked lame
answer was decisive. "Yes; one
walked as if her shoes wers
?Oh a little while after the gentle
snaa asked his questions."
"Wee she dressed In brown?"
That ho didn't know. Ho didn't
at ladles' dresses unless they
?Put she walked lams and sho
eeeee from Room 3?"
Tee He remembered that much.
Oar ridge, with a nod to tho man
Ojgar, stopped into the open compart
sneet of tho whirling door. "I'm off,"
?aid he. ''Expect to hear from mo
In two hours."
At twenty minutes to ten Mr. Ran
eeaa was called up on the telephone
?^One question. Mr. Ransom."
?"Hello, who are you?"
"AH right, go ahead."
"Did you see the face of the worn at
r?o spoke to In Room No. 3?"
"Of course. She was looking direct?
ly at me"
?You remember it? Could identify
at If you saw it again?"
Tos; that Is-"
?That's all. good-by."
The circuit was cut off.
Another Intolerable wait. Then
there cams a knock on the door and
Qerrldge entered. He held a pkoto
graph In his hand whb h he had evi?
dently taken from his poohwt on his
-Look at thl mM he "Do you
recognize the face?"
-The lady "
-Just so; the one who *'?id she Inrt
?sen no one come Into No. 3 on tho
Mr. KauHo agpn Ion of v ,
gs I ?od inquiry a*| ? ? . ?
-\%?ll. It's a pit- jo.. I ?... ! look
her gK'tcs hsateaJ ?f gl hi t (nee, v> .
ssU'ii i?-:vo ha< din idea ?f
fa/ ie-'i? h ??n 1
le to tno ho el with yau, n.H youi
Mr. Ransom staggered against the table.
wife. The veil was wound around
her face for a far deeper purpose than
to ward off rice."
Mr. Raus*?->i staggered back against
the table before which he had been
standing The blow was an over?
"Who Is this woman?" he demand?
ed. "She came from Mr. Fulton's
house. More than that, from ray wife's
?room. What is her name and what
did she mean ty such an outrage?"
"Her name is Bella Burton, and she
Is your wife's confidential maid. As
for the meaning of this outrage, it will
take more than two hours to ferret
out that I can only give you the
single fact I've mentioned."
"And Mrs. Ransom?"
"She left the house at the some
moment you did; you and Miss Burton.
Only she went by the basement door."
"Dressed in her maid's clothes. Oh,
you'll have to hear worse things than
that before we're out of this muddle.
If you won't mind a bit of advice
from a man of experience, I would
suggest that you take things easy. It't
the only way."
Shocked into silence by this cold?
blooded philosophy, Mr. Ransom con?
trolled both his anger and his humili?
ation; but he could not control his
"What d jes it mean?" he murmured
to himself. "What does it all mean?"
"He Knows the Word."
QHE next moment the doubt
natural to the occasion as?
? "How do you kn w all
this? Y'ju state the impossible. Ex?
Oerrldi;e was only too willing to do
"I have Just coroe from Mr. Fulton's
house," said he. "Inquiries there
elicited the facts which have so
startled you. Neither Mr. Fulton nor
his wife n.eant to deceive you. They
knew nothing, suspected nothing of
what took place, and you have no
cause to blar>ie them. It was all a
plot between the two women."
"You see, I had a fact to go upon.
You had noticed that ycur so-called
bride's gloves 11 d not fit her; the boy
below, that her sh< es were so tight
she hobbled. That set roe thinking.
A wo'-an of Mrs. Ransom's experi?
ence and Judgment wculd not be apt
to make a mistake in two such im?
portant particulars; which taken with
the veil and the nrorrlse she exacted
from you not to address or touch her
durln? your short ride to the hotel,
led n.e to point my inquiries so that 1
soon found out that ycur wtfe had
had the assistance of another woman
In netting ready for her journey and
that this woman was her own maid
who had been wlth^her for a long
time, and had always *gfeen evidence
of an especial attachment for her.
Asking about this girl's height and
gercrul p.pearance (for the possibility
of a substitution was already in my
mini), I found that she was of slight
IsfUfW. and good carriage, and that
ber aSJl was nrt far removed from
that of ber ymng mlotrooa This iruk
t^e substitution I have mentioned
feasible, and whl n I was told that
she wns 10SI taking her hat and bon?
net int' the bride's room, and, though
not expected to leave till the next
?warning, had slid away fi m the
house by the bosom on t door a the
neme moment her mistress eppoared
or. the front steps, D y suspicions he*
ca V s<) eonflrr od that I asked how
this glr] looked, in the hope thai yon
would he nhl< to recognise her,
Ihr ugh the description, ei th*i ?vo?.i?
11 v ,i had S4 . I Sitting In R< ' D
roona No, !'?. But to my surprise Mrs.
Fulton Mad what wns hotter than any
t1 scriMtion. the girl's picture. This
has Hii i pit tied matters very much, By
It you have been aide to Identify the
woi an who utte? ipt< to mislead you
In the reception-roc1 and T the per?
son who rode here with you from Mr.
Fulton's house. Wasn't she dressed
in brown? Didn't you notice a simi?
larity in her appearance to that of
the very lady you were then seeking?"
"I did not observe. Her face was
all I saw. She was looking directly
at me as I stepped into the room."
"I see. Bhe had taken off her veil
and trotted to your attention being
caught by her strange features.?as it
was. nut that dress was brown; I'm
sure of it. S;>e was the wry woman.
Otherwise the mystery is impenetra?
ble.* A deep plot, Mr. Ransom; one
that should pr.>ve to you that Mrs.
Ransrm's motive in leaving you was
of a very serious character. Do you
wish that motive probed to the bot?
tom? I cannot do it without public?
ity. Are you willing to incur that
"I must." Mr. Ransom had risen
In great excitement. "Nothing can
hide the fact that my bride left me on
our wedding-day It only remains
now to show that she did It under an
influence which robbeu her of her own
will; an influence from which she
shrank even while succumbing to it.
I can show her no greater kindness,
and I am not afraid of the result I
have perfect confidence in her inte?
grity"? he' hesitated, then added with
Strong conviction?"and in her love."
The detective hid his surprise. He
could not understand this confidence.
But then he knew nothing of the mem?
ories which lay back of it.
"Very well." he said. "You still
want me to find her. I will do my
best, sir; but first, cannot you help
me with a suggestion or two?"
"There must be some clew to so
Budden a freak on the part of a young
and beautiful woLian, who, I have tak?
en pains to learn, has not only a clean
record but a reputation for good
sense. The Fultons cannot supply it.
She has lived a seemingly open and
happy life in their house, and the
mystery is as great to them as to
you. But you, as her lover and now
her husband, must have been favored
with confidences not given to others.
Cannot you recall one likely to put
us on the right track? Some fact
prior to the events of to-day, I mean;
some fact connected with her past
life; before she went to live with the
"No. Yet let me think; let me
think." Mr. Ransom dropped hi? face
into his hands and sat for a morrent
silent. When he looked up again, the
detective pereelved that the affair was
hopeless so far as he was concerned.
"No," he repeated, this time with un?
mistakable emphasis, "she has always
appeared buoyan* and untrammeled.
But then I have only known her six
"Tell me her history so far as you
know it. What do you know of her
life previous to your meeting her?"
'It was a very simple one. She had
a country bringing up, having been
born in a small village in Connecticut.
She was one of three children and the
only one who has survived; her sis?
ter, who was her twin, died when she
was a small child, and a brother
some five years ago. Her fortune was
willed her, as I have already told you,
by a great-uncle. It is entirely In
her own hands. Left an orphan early
she lived first with her brother; then
%when he died, with one relative after
another, till lastly she settled down
with the Fultons. I know of no secret
in her life, no entanglement, not even
of any prior engagements. Yet that
man with the twisted Jaw was not un?
known to her, and if he Is a relative,
as she said, you should have no diffi?
culty in locating him."
"I hav6 a man on his track," Ger
ridge replied. "And one on the girl's
too; I menu, of course, Bella Burton's.
They will report here un to twelve
o'clock to-night. It is now half-past
past eleven. We should hear from
cne wr the otlur soon."
"And my wife?"
"A dttCrtpUcQ of the clothing she
wore has pone out. We may hear
from it. But I d jubt if we do to-night
unless she has rejoined her maid or
the man with a scar. Somehow
think she will join the girl. But it's
hard to tell yet"
Mr. Ransom could hardly control his
impatience. "And I must sit helpless
here!" he exclaimed. "I who hare
so much at stake!"
The detective evidently thought the
occasion called for whatever comfort
It was in his power to bestow.
"Yes," said he. "For It is here she
will seek you if she takes a notion to
return. But woman Is an uncertain
quantity," he dryly added.
Voices here rose in tho hall, and a
man was ushared in, whom Gerridge
immediately introduced as Mr. Sims.
A runner?and with news! Mr.
Ransom, summoniug up his courage,
waited for the inevitable question and
reply. They came quickly enough.
"Have you found tho riau?"
"What have you got? Have you
found the man?"
"Yes. And the lady's boen to see
him; that is, if the description of her
togs was correct."
"He means Mrs. Ransom," ex?
plained Gerridge. Then, as he mark?
ed his client's struggle for composure,
he quietly asked, "A lady in a dark
green suit with yellowisll furs and a
blue veil ever h.?r hat?"
"That's the ticket!"
"The clothes worn by the woman
who went out of the basement door,
The latter turned sharply aside. The
shame of .the thing was becoming in?
"And this woman wearing those yel?
low furs and the blue veil visited the
man of the broken jaw?" inquired
"About six this afternoon."
"At the hotel St. Denis, where I
have since tracked him."
"How long did she stiy?"
"About an hour."
"In the parlor or?"
"In the parlor. They had a great
deal to say. More than one noticed
them, hut no one heard anything. !
They talked very low but they meant
"Where is this man now?"
"At the same place. He has en?
gaged a room there."
"The man with the twisted Jaw?"
"Under what name?"
"Ah, it was Hasen only five hours ;
ago," muttered Ransom. "Porter, did
yejQ say? I'll have a talk with this j
Porter at once."
"I think not to-night," put in the 1
detective, with the mingled authority !
and deference natural to one of his !
kind. "To-morrow, perhaps, but to- j
night it would only provoke scandal."
This was certainly true, but Mr.
Ransom was not an easy man to domi?
"I must see him before 1 sleep," he
insisted. "A single word may solve
this mystery. He has the word. I'd
I be a fool to let the night go by?Ah!
I what's that?" I
The telephone bell had rung again.
A message from the office this time.
A note had just been handed in for
Mr. Ransom; should they send it up?
Gerridge was at the 'phone
"Instantly," he shouted down, "and
be sure you hold the messenger. It
may be from your lady," he remarked
to Mr. Ransom. "Stranger things
than that have happened."
I Mr. Ransom reeled to the door,
opened it and stood waiting. The
two detectives exchanged glances.
What might not that note contain! ,
Mr. Ransom opened it in the hall.
When he came back into the room,
his hand was shaking and his face
looked drawn r.nd pale. But he show?
ed no further disposition to go out.
Instead, he sank into a chair, with a
motion of dismissal to the two de-*
"Question the boy who brought
this," said he. "It is from Mrs. Ran?
som; written, as you Fee, at the St.
Denis. She bids me farewell for a
time, but does noc favor me with any
explanations. She cannot do differ?
ently, she says, and ?'^s me to trust
her and wait. Not very encouraging
to sleep on; but iL's something. She
has not entirely forsaken me."
Gerridge with a shrug turned sharp?
ly towards the door. "I take it that
you wouldn't object to knowing all the
messenger can tell you?" I
"No, no. Question him. Find out
whether she gave this to him with '
her own hand." |
? Gerridge obeyed this injunction, but
was told in reply that the note had
been given him to deliver by a clerk
in the hotel lobby. He could tell
nothing about the lady.
This was unsatisfactory enough;
but the man who had influenced her
to this step had been placed under
surveillance. To-morrow they would
question him; the mystery was not
without a promise of solution. So
Gerridge felt: but not Mr. Ransom;
for at the ond of the lines whose pur?
port ho had Just communicated to the
detective were those few, significant i
"Make no move to find me. If
you love me well enough to wait
in silence for developments, hap?
piness mi\j yet be ours."
Mr. Ransom Waits.
G*~"?"lF.RRIDGB rose early, primed,
as he said to himself, for
Stfr? business. But to his great
r tttJ disappointment he found Mr.
Ransom in a frame of mind which
precluded action. Indeed, that gen
Lleman looked greatly changed. He
not only gave evidence of a sleepless
night but showed none of the spirit
of the previous evening, and hesitat- j
fed quite painfully when Gerridge ask- !
v'i him If he did not intend to go j
uh; ,u V?'iUl >.!;e interview they h:.d 1
pro niscd themselves.
"That's as it may be," was the hesi?
tating reply. "I hardly think that I
shall visit the man yen mean this
n orning. He interests me and I hope
that none of his movements will es?
cape you. But I'm in t ready to talk
to him. 1 prefer to wait a little; to
give my wife a chance. I should feel
: ;?, and have le ;s to forget."
"Jusl us you say." returned the de
tcctivo stiffly, "lie's under our thumb
at pi lent, 1 can't tell when be may
"N ?' while your eye's on hlni. And
your oyo won't leave him as long as
you have confidence In the reward
I've promised you/
"Perhaps not; but >ou take the life
out of me. Last night you were too
hot; this morning you are too cold.
But it's not. for me to complain. You
know where to find me when you want
me." And without more ado the de?
tective went out.
Mr. Ransom remained alone and in
no enviable frame of mind. He was
distrustful if himself, distrustful of
the man who had made al this trou?
ble, and distrustful of her, though he
would not acknowledge it. Every
baser instinct in him drove him to
the meeting he declined. To see the
man?to force from him the truth,
seemed the only rational thing to do.
But he final words of his wife's let?
ter ttood in his way. She bad ad?
vised patience. Yes, he would give
her a day. That was time enough for
a man suffering on the rack of such
an intolerable suspense? me day.
But even that day did not pass
without breaks in his mood and more
than one walk in the direction of the
St. Denis Hotol. In the evening it was
the same, but the next morning he re?
mained steadfastly at his hotel. He
had laid out his future course In
these words: "I will extend the time
to three days; then if I do not hear
from he* I will get that wry-necked
fellow by the throat and twist an ex?
planation from him." But the three
days passed and he found the situa?
tion unchanged. Then he set an his
limit the end of the week, but before
the full time had elapsed he was ad?
vised by Gerrldge that he himself was
being followed in his turn by a couple
of private detectives; and while still
under the agitation of this discovery
was further disconcerted by having
the following communication thrust
into his hand in the open street by a
young woman who succeeded in los?
ing herself in the crowd before he had
got so much as a good look at her.
You can judge of his amazement as
he read the few lines it contained.
Read the papers to-night and
forget the stranger at the St.
That was all. But the writing was
hers. The hours passed slowly till
the papers were cried in the street
What Mr. Ransom read in them in?
creased his astonishment, I might say
his anxiety. It was a paragraph about
his wife, an almost incredible one,
A strange explanation is given
of the disappearance of Mrs.
Ransom on her wedding-day. As
our readers will remember, she
accompanied her husband to the
hotel, but managed to slip away
and leave the house while he still
stood at. the desk. This act, for
which nothing in her previous
conduct has in any way prepared
her friends, is now said to have
been due to the shock of hearing,
some time during her wedding
day, that a sister whom she had
supposed dead was really alive
and in circumstances of almost de?
grading poverty. As this sister
had been her own twin the effect
upon her mind was very serious.
To find and rescue this sister she
left her newly made husband in
the surreptitious manner already
recorded in the papers. That she
is not fully herself is shown by
her continued secrecy as to her
whereabouts. All that she has
been willing to admit to the two
persons she has so far taken into j
her confidenc e?her husband and
the agent who conducts her affairs
?is that she has found her sister
and cannot leave her. Why, she
does not state. The case is cer?
tainly a curious one and Mr. Ran?
som has the sympathy of all his
Confused, and in a state of mind
bordering on frenzy, Mr. Ransom re?
turned to the hotel and sought refuge
in his own room. He put no confi?
dence in what he had just read; ho
regarded it as a newspaper story and !
a great fake; but sh<e had bid him |
read It, and this fact; in itself wee
very disturbing. For how could sho
have known about it if she had not
been its author, and if she was its
author, what purpose aad she expect?
ed it to serve?
He was still debating this queeUoa
when he reached his own room. Ca
the floor, a little way from the sill, ley
a letter. It had been thrust under the
door during his absence. Lifting It tn
some trepidation, he cast a glance at
its inscription and sank staggering
into the nearest chair, asking himself
if he had the courage to open and read
it. For the handwriting, like that of
the note handed him in the street,
was Georgian's, and he felt himself
in a maze concerning her which made
everything in her connection seem
dreamlike and unreal. It was not
long, however, before he had master?
ed its contents. They were strange
enough, as this transcription of them
(To Be Continued.)
Disaster will follow, howevt r, Juat
as soon as an aeroplane driver com?
plicates matten by taking on a load
of alcohol .:.> tvoi; as of gasoline ?
Boston has launched a project for
a great world's fair In 1920, t?> com?
memorate tin- three hundredth anni?
versary of tb<- landing ?>i the Pilgrims
and tin founding ??i ?Cew England.
Cecil Broom, young white mar.
who i wanted i.i Lancaster Count)
on the charge ??t attempted crlmina
assault on 'i young lady, has been er
rested in Atlanta.
Collim Judge, colored, was shot an
killed al Rock Hill by Cal Barber
who made bis escape.
By w. t. chiku.
A little nemencer boy, dripping
vith perspiration an;i covered with
lust, stepped up to the paying teller's
vlndOWS at one of the largest banks
in the city, and said: "Please, sir, giVO
me ntckets for this?"
The t< Her simply raised his I yes
and pushed back the $10 bill. Th?>
meaaenger boy thought he hod not
loon hoard and repeated his request.
"No!" snapped the paying tetter.
The messenger boy was so fright?
ened that he almost forgot his mis?
sion. He meekly picked up the $10
bill from the counter and returned to
his employer's office.
"Walt where are the nickels?" his
"He wouldn't give them to me!''
answered the boy.
In less time than it takes to tell,
the employer heard the whole story
He was a very heavy depositor in the
bank and also one of its directors,
and he lost no time in making an in?
vestigation of the affair.
"} didn't think he needed the nick?
els," the paying teller sought to ex?
cuse his action.
"Of course he did not," answered
the employer, "but did it not occur
to you that he was on another's mis?
The paying teller could say nothing
He acknowledged that he was inex?
cusably wrong. If the employer had
not been such a magnanimous man
he would have exerted his influence
as a heavy depositor and director of
the bank to punish the paying teller,
but he free willing to forgive when
the paying teller assured him that It
would never occur again.
"Ah. young man," said the em?
ployer, "you should remember that
the message is often greater than the
He Is the Trust.
Kartwell Ayer In the Florence
Times says "A committee of friends
waited on The Times editor to know
whether the editor wee the whiskey
trust or just one of the hirelings."
Xow Brother Ayer confess, are you
not the whiskey trust itself? If not;
where did you get that immense girth
you are hauling around Florence? And
too where did those diamonds come
from that you sported around in the
legislature. You cannot throw dust
in the eyes of the people of Florence
any longer, by saying there is noth?
ing about you that looks like the rich
and powerful trust. Fool who? We
delight in exposing Editor Ayer, by
charging him, not with being one of
the hirelings of the whiskey trust, but
the whole thing himself.
We are looking for the headquar?
ters of this trust, and everywhere we
look the signs point to the mail or?
der concerns, who are very much
alive in their Interest to have South
Carolina as dry as a bone. We have
heard it intimated that the mail or?
der concerns contribute liberally to
the cause of financing prohibition,
tut we cannot get hold of convicttog
evidence, nevertheless there is as
much probability of the one as the
other. All the same It does not prove
that Hartwell Ayer of the Florence
Times is not the thing, octopus, or
the whiskey trust.?Manning Times.
DISPENSARIES CLOSE MONDAY.
Labor Day to be Observed by County
Columbia, Sept. 3.?All of the dis?
pensaries in the State will be closed
on Monday, that day being Labor
Day, a holiday. The following letter
addressed by Dispensary Auditor
West is explanatory:
"Dr. W. J. Dunn. Chairman, Cam
den, S. C.
"Dear Sir: In response to your in?
quiry over the 'phone this morning. I
beg to say that after conferring with
the Attorney General it is my opinion
that counties having voted against the
sale of whiskey, etc., will be govern?
ed by the same law as heretofore in
the matter of observing all legal holi?
days. You win, therefore, keep the
dispensaries closed on Monday, as that
day will be observed as Labor Day,
which is a legal holiday in this State.
(Signed) "W. B West.
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