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"I have better cause to say It now,"
she replied. "Let me basteu to prove
my sincerity in the usuul way, by bur
dcuiug you wlih a confidence. You
must be woudering at uie."
"Because I am here."
"It Is a tine thing," said Kendall
earnestly. "So much I know."
"1 will tell you more," rejoined
Brenda, "and it will make you think
better of Mr. Alden. This tragedy of
today is a revelation to me, but not of
the kind that you suppose. Mr. Alden
had not concealed from me that his
heart had been won away, but I did
not understand. lie told 111c of Miss
Miller's existence two months ago, but
I would not hoar all he wished to say.
He Intimated that he had begun to re
gard her with feelings that made his
engagement to uie dishonorable. I
j*iewcU him with pity," and Brenda
laughed very softly and without mirth.
"I was so incredibly ignorant of every
thing outside my own sphere that I
could uot imagine the existence of
such a woman as lies now in that room
out there.
"Clarence said she was an actress,
and he looked at me as a man upon
the defensive. .1 can see him now. I
pictured a siren, a creature grotesquely
unworthy, appealing to his wild and
reckless nature with thin artifices
that would be clear as glass to him
when he should view them with a dis
passionate eye. Truly, I was only
sorry for him, ashamed of him a little,
yet very anxious to help him. It seem
ed to me that breaking our engage?
xnent would be the very worst thing
that could happen to him, and so I re
fused to consider the womnn at all.
One meets uieu in society, Dr. Ken
dall, whose well known ways of Jife
have an unfortunate tendency to per
vert women's Ideas in such matters.
We admit the existence of certain per
sons whom wo see in the park, with
elegant equipages, but we cannot con
sider them as rivals."
"But surely he snoke of her with
respect," said Kendall.
"Absolute," replied Brenda, "but I
thought him the more a fool. He said
one evening, I remember—and it was
only a very short time ago—that Miss
Miller cared nothing for him and never
would, 1 was merely convinced by his
sincerity .that the woman was playing
a deep game, and I swore by such gods
as I have that I would save him from
her. And so it went on until last even
ing, when he sent me a note which
made it impossible that our engage
ment should continue. It was only a
frank, honest statement that his heart
had passed utterly out of his control.
I can see now tl\at he could have done
no better, but I did not take the right
view at the moment. Perhaps it was
be* $e I had heard that day for the
liri tne that Mr. Alden's engagement
•1th ine was of the highest importance
his business affairs. If he had al
lowed it to continue for that reason
But lie had not. It was really all my
"However, to continue, 1 went to his
office today because I was impatient,
and I told him that the engagement
was at au end. That was iu ten words.
And the loss of me, Dr. Kendall, affect
ed him so lit*vr Ue was obviously ho
wrap pet1 '.^^impenetrable happiness
that I loS'i5my temper for the first time
in a good many years and cut short the
Interview. Oh, we were perfectly cour
teous to each other, and when we part
ed—most uuromantically, with an ele
vator man rattling the catch of the
door to make me hurry we shook
hands upon a vow of friendship. But
I was in a shameful rage as I left the
"I went up town as far as the shop
ping district and wandered aimlessly
in the stores. Then I got upon a street
car, preferring it to the loneliness of a
cab. And so it happened that a news
boy thrust the story of this crime into
my face. The paper was wet from the
press—printed and upon the street with
in half an hour after the discovery of
the crime. A reporter must have been
right upon the scene by accident and
have rushed to his otiice immediately.
"Let me confess my, own folly. In
the very first instant I'feared that Mr.
Alden might have struck the blow. It
was sheer madness. 1 was over
wrought by the excitement of the after
noon, and, remember, I then pictured
Miss Miller as a desperate and schem
ing woman, one whose real nature was
likely to be revealed to Mr. Alden In
an Instant by an unguarded word.
What mad scene might follow, wh6
could say? There might have been
6omc sort of struggle. She might have
turned the knife against herself, mean
ing to strike him. Impatience smoth
ered me. I must know at once, and,
besides, I had a deadly longing to see
her—to see the womuu who had wreck
ed a life that was dear to me and lost
her own in doing it.
"My first awakening was in her
room. There vmh something of herself
in It. Afterward I came here and
beard that old man in the office say
'the child.' And then 1 saw her, with
indescribable surprise, even after such
preparation as I had had. Her rival?
I am not so vain. Why did I not see
her before? And the Idea that Clar
ence Alden could have lifted his hand
against a creature so pathetically beau
tiful that she must appeal irresistibly
co a man ao strong as he is utterly
monstrous. You can't believe it."
"You arc quite right," said Kendall.
J'l don't beileve it." r,
RENDA returned to El
sie's room after ar
ranging with Kendall
to be notified at once
if her father should
secure Alden's release
and he should come
to the hospital. As
she passed out of the reception room
she encountered Dr. Johnson, who was
in the act of entering. He took a scat
upon a corner of the table and met
with some evidences of embarrassment
the look which Kandall turned upon
"Were you listening there?" demand
ed Kendall after half a minute's si
"Well, I couldn't help hearing a word
or two," the other admitted, "You see,
,1 was looking for you, and I didn't
^\want to interrupt the conversation."
"This thing must stop, Mr. Elmen
dorf," said Kendall. "I've-been drag
ged into it by the hgeis. I ^aye you
my v. 'l the tiarU before Kuew
what you were going to do."
"I didn't know myself what 1 was
going to do," replied the detective. "I
came up here with orders to be present
when Miss Maclane went luto Miss
Miller's room."
"I did uot suppose that this decep
tion would extend to Miss Maelane
when 1 made my promise," said Ken
dall. "1 understood that she had seen
you that she knew who you were. And
you are not disguised."
"I have shaved off my mustache,"
said the detective, "and I look like the
devil without it. But this whole mat
ter of disguise Is merely knowing what
somebody else will notice. When
you're going to be recognized, send an
other man. Miss Maclane had too
much on her mind at the Thirty-eighth
street house. She couldn't have told
afterward whether I was white or
black. And so, with the mustache goue
and these goggles for my eyes, it was a
sure thing."
"Why wai it necessary?"
"1 reported to headquarters that Miss
Maelane was comiug down hero," re
plied Elmendorf, "and the old man
wauted to get a line ou it."
"On what?"
"Whether they'd seen each other be
fore. The result was a little peculiar,
as you'll admit. Your patient recog
nized Miss Machine at a glance, but
Miss Maclane says she never saw Miss
Miller before. What do you make of
It? Of course Miss Maclane has told
so niauy different stories"—
"It is perfectly natural," said Ken
dall, cheeking Elmendorf by word and
gesture. "Miss Maclane is promi
nent in society. Her picture has been
printed iu the newspapers a hundred
times. With a natural motive for in
terest in her. Miss Miller has undoubt
edly familiarized herselfwith Miss
Maclaue's appearance. She may even
have seen her entering a church on
the occasion of a society wedding—
or in some similar way."
"That's the easy answer," replied
Elmendorf. "and 1 guess it's right. One
thing is certain—if Miss Maclane struck
that blow, Miss Miller didn't see her,
and the poor girl's story Is true."
"If Miss Maclane struck the blow!'*
repeated Kendall, dazed. "What
earthly reason have you"—
"Now, see here," said Elmendorf,
"let's view this matter calmly. No
body can be hurt by a straight, honest
view of the facts, except the one that
ought to be hurt, the cowardly, black
hearted murderer who did this thing.
Talk about calmness! Wait a minute."
He walked back and forth two or
three times between the table and the
corner of the room, finally facing Ken
dall squarely and continuing:
"I don't usually care a— Excuse me.
I don't usually swear, either, and 1
won't do it now. I was going to say
that these things don't effect me, as a
rule they're altin the way of business.
But somehow this takes hold of me.
How could anybody harm that little
And he took another turn across the
"Miss Millar exerts a strange influ
ence." said Kendall. "I suppose we're
at least as hard hearted as the police,
but I caught Dr. Carrlngton, the ambu
lance surgeon who went out on this
case, walking up and down in his room
and telling another of our young doc
tors what he would like to do to the
man who was responsible for this. The
room smelled of brimstone from the
language that he used. Aud between
ourselves, Mr. Elmendorf, the thing
filled me with horror such as I haven't
felt in a good many years. It Is the
personality of the girl uudoubtedly.
There's nothing unusual about the
"Well, I would hardly say that," re
turned Elmendorf. "There are a few
things that I wouldn't call exactly or
dinary—Miss Maclane's conduct, for in
"She explained that perfectly to me."
replied Kendall.
"Yes,'J said Elmendorf. "I happened
to hear? ue explanation. And now let
me tell .ou something. It is a moral
certainty that Miss Maclane went to
that house before she says she did
that she was there very close to the
moment of the crime, uot to put it any
"What do you mean?" demanded
"You have heard of the mysterious
woman in the case?"
"Yes. She was seen by Dr. Blair
leaving the house. But 'uere's always
something of that sort In every affair
of the kind. It will be explained."
"I wish Miss Maclane would explain
it," s&id Elmendorf, "for she was the
woman. Dr. lilair kuows it beyond a
shadow of doubt."
"If he knows It," returned Kendall,
"why hasn't he said so?"
"Would you? Put yourself in his
place. Would you throw that rope
abound a woman's ueck before getting
a little more light on the matter? As
a man of the world and a doctor who's
learned in his business the value of
keeping his mouth shut, would you do
it? No. And Dr. Blair feels just the
same way. lie wasn't born yesterday.
When the time comes, he cau give bis
Kendall laid his hand upon his hair,
perhaps to satisfy himself that it was
not begiunlng to staud on end.
"Do you believe that he will testify
against her?" he demanded. "Elmen
dorf, this is deadly serious."
"Well, I should think It was," said
the detective, "and the louger she keeps
quiet about it the more serious it gets.'
It was Kendall's turn to walk the
floor, and he did it.
"There are a thousand chances to
one," continued Elmendorf, "that if
the story she tells you Is true she can't
prove it. Suppose she was in a store.
Who's going to remember her or the
time of day? Take her motive, take
her admissions to you if they were
made In court, combine them with
Blair's evidence, aud what do you sup
pose the result would be?"
"You cannot have seen her with Miss
Miller," said Kendall, "and still sus
pect her of this crime."
Elmendorf hesitated, as if he could
hardly bring himself to destroy the
last refuge.
"There's one way to look at that," he
said at last. "Miss Maclane goes to
that house wild with rage after her
scene with Alden. She has the 'fixed
Idea* that's more in crime than even
you doctors think It Is. She gets In
without seeing anybody because of the
defective .catch o£ t|ie lpc She walks
into that room. Miss Miller is on the
balcony. Right on the table, where the
devil must have put it. Is that 'knife,
open perhaps, for the envelope that
held that note wfis cut. Miss Maclane
takes that knife, and on the instant
Miss Miller comes in through the win
dow, the other girl shrinking back to
ward the closet. She Is behind Miss
Miller. She doesn't see her. You know
how it would be with the girl entering
from the balcony, the bright light be
hind her. My friend, it's all over in a
second, and Brenda Maclane doesn't
know what she's done until she comes
to this hospital and sees In that bed a
creature as different from the woman
she supposed she had struck down as
God could make."
Kendall's forehead was dripping wet.
"But the money?" he gasped.
"Who knows anything about the mon
ey?" demanded Elmendorf. "It may
have lain out of sight until Neale and
his men got there, and one of them may
have lifted it. This is not for publica
tion, Dr. Keudall. It's between our
It's a nightmare," said Kendall. "I
don't believe, a word of it."
"If you don't like the way I've put It,
let me give you another view," replied
the detective. "Miss Maclane goes to
the house —heaven knows why, per
haps from curiosity. She goes up the
steps and sees through the glass panel
of the outer door Alden in the hall.
With the door of Miss Miller's room
open this would be possible. I've tried
It. Seeing Alden, Miss Maclane hur
ries away. She doesn't know what Al
den lias just done, but she doesn't want
to meet him. Dr. Blair sees her, but
does not see Alden, who comes out aft
erward. This would be natural, for of
course Blair's back was turned after
The doors below were suddenly flung
opens and a man appeared.
he" passed the house. Let me tell you
that Miss Maclane, when she was ques
tioned, spoke of the chance that the
mysterious woman had merely gone up
the steps and then come right down
'I'd rather take that view of it," said
Kendall. "But, even so, you must have
a motive."
'Motive!" echoed Elmendorf. "What
did Miss Maclane tell you? Didn't she
say that Alden told her that Miss Mil
ler gave hint no encouragement? Sup
pose he went up then* after writing his
letter, which cheerfully assumed that
everything was all right, and suppose
she told him, ouce and for all. that she
wouldn't have anything to do with
him. For her sake he had tempted
financial ruin by breaking it off with
Brenda Maclane, and now he finds that
he's got nothing to pay for it. I'll tell
you Alden isu't the man to take that
If that's the fact of the case," said
Kendal], "how do you explain her si
"My dear sir," repllev Elmendorf,
"you've got me. I cau't. hut who can
explain a woman anyhow? You believe
that Miss Miller Is telling the truth,
don't you?"
"Did you hear me say so?"
"To Miss Maclane? No. The first
thing I heard you say to her was that
It a fine thing that she had done."
& did say that 1 believed Miss Mil
ler. That is my present attitude."
"In some respects," said Elmendorf,
"it is the wgrst you could take—for
Miss Maclane. By the way, you will
permit her to remain with the patient?"
"Why not?" demanded Kendall stern
Elmendorf replied with haste that
he saw no objection whatever. There
was a brief silence, and then Kendall
left the room, saying that he would
return presently. As he passed the
head of the steps leadlug up from the
main entrance of the building the
doors below were suddenly flung open,
aud a man appeared., He seemed to
Kendall to come up the steps without
touchlug them. In an instant his hand
was on Kendall's arm, and the doctor
carried three bruises for a week as
the result of It,
Though the two men had a club ac
quaintance, Alden did not show the
slightest trace of recognition.
"Miss Miller?" he said, his voice per
fectly steady, ghastly steady, as Ken
dall afterward described it. "Is she
"She is," replied the doctor, "and
there is no Immediate danger."
"I thank you," said Alden. "I was
pretty nearly gone. I beg your par
don, how do you do, Dr. Kendall?"
Aud he extended his hand.
"I understand perfectly," said the
doctor. "Miss Miller Is conscious, en
tirely ratloual and suffering far less
pain than you would suppose."
"Who did this?" demanded Alden.
*She has told you?"
"She does not know."
"She does not know!" echoed Alden,
his head sinking upon his breast.
"I am sorry to say that it will not
be wise for you to see her tonight,"
said Kendall. "We must not subject
her to excltemeut. Please wait here."
Aud he led the way to the receptiou
room. "I will go to Miss Miller's room
and bring you word."
Alden found himself in the presenco
of Elmendorf, whom he took to bo oue
of the doctors connected with the
establishment, which may indicate
that there was more in the detective's
disguise thau he had been willing to
admit to Kendall.
"I called to inquire about Miss Mil
ler," said Aldeu after maintaining
silence to what seemed the limit of
his power.
"You are Mr. Alden, I take it," was
the reply. "Well, you want to cheer
up. Miss Miller Is doing fine."
"Has she asked for me?"
"Yes," but it .was not Elmendorf's
voice that replied. "She has asked for
you mauy times."
Alden turned to see Brenda at tbo
door. He stared at her as if she had
been a figure raised up by some sud
den conjuration,
"Brenda!" he said at last. "I find
you everywhere."
"Did not my father tell you 1 was
here?" she asked, and he shook his
"I shall remain with Miss Miller un
til, her mother comes." said ttronrfo
"Dr. Kendall has arranged It.'
Alden seemed momentarily to be at
a loss for words, but he did not strug
gle for them or labor visibly with emo
tion. fti's manner still remained as It
1/ad been throughout—restrained, me
"You are true blue, Brenda." lie said
steadily. "You always were."
"I am very glad to be here," she in
terrupted, speaking softly and leading
him aside. "She is an altogether lova
ble girl, and 1 am going to be a sister
to her," she added, smiling, "instead
of to you, as is customary under the
circumstances. I will see that she Is
not harassed by questions and that she
lacks nothing that can possibly be
"I cannot see her tonight," said Al
den. "Can I send a message?"
"I will take it to her," replied Bren
da. "And, by the way, I saw some
violets in her room. She likes them
especially, does she not? I think Dr.
Kendall would let me take in a few
from you."
"In five minutes I will have them,"
said Aldeu. "You will wait here? It
Is very kind of you."
He left the room hastily, and Brenda
explained his errand. Kendall's man
ner led her to think that she raLht
have made an error In suggesting :ic
violets, but it was a very different mat
ter that was upon the doctor's mind.
He was making au effort to express
himself when Elmendorf iuterrupted
"Dr. Kendall is worried," he said,
"because he has permitted me to play
a trick upon you. To tell the truth.
don't like it any better than he does,
and here Is where It ends. I am not a
doctor. 1 am a detective sergeant
from headquarters. You saw me at
the Thirty-eighth street house this aft
ernoon. My name is Elmendorf."
Brenda exhibited surprise, but no re
sentment, merely saying that the de
tective's presence was doubtless neces
sary for reasons unknown to her.
"I am as anxious as any one can
be," she said, "to have justice done
in this deplorable affair. Do you think
you can find out who committed this
crime, Mr. Elmendorf? Do you sus
pect any one?"
"I haven't got any authority xo find
out anything or suspect anybody." re
plied Elmendorf, in a toue which indi
cated that this familiar situation was
not agreeable In the present Instance.
"I go where I am sent aud then I make
a report. What becomes of the infor
mation afterward Is a matter with
which the sultan of Sulu has more to
do thau I have. But I'll tell you what
I tliftik." he added earnestly. "If this
poor girl gets well, that will be the
last you'll hear about the case. If she
dies. It will all have to come out.'
"But you don't think she will die?"
cried Brenda, paling.
"I hope not," replied Elmendorf,
"aud of course my opinion ic that
matter Is worth even less than it is
in the other. But we mus*-'* take her
recovery for grauted at this stage of
the gam£. Am I right, I)r. Kendall?"
"There can be uo certaluty yet," re
plied the dot n* gravely.
"Her condition might change for the
worse quite suddenly. Isn't that so?"
continued Elmendorf. "And if It did
she might become unconscious and- re
main so to the end. That's the fact, and
we must face if. This may bo murder,
and the safe way is to get at the truth
uow while we can."
"1 won't have her questioued any
more tonight," said Kendall, with de
cision, "I've blocked off a coroner
already who was here for an ante
mortem statement, and I am prepared
for the next comer. Miss Miller shall
not be harried into her grave, and If
any attempt of the kind is made I
will show a few points of law that
will surprise some of our hit and miss
officials in this town. A physician's
authority beside his patient can be
put into practical form if the individ
ual understands the subject. And I
"Your advice goes, with me," Elmen
dorf hastened to say "but I don't
think the particular question I had In
mind could do any harm."
"You may state it," said Kendall.
"It was about a picture that I saw
in her room," replied the detective,
"a photograph of a painting, 1 should
say. I'd like to know where It came
from how she happened to get It,
Ugly looking thing it is, and I couldn't
help wondering about it."
••You mean the picture of Tantalus,"
said Brenda. "I saw it. Why do you
attach any importance to it?"
"If I should tell you, you'd laugh at
me," replied Elmendorf, "so I won't do
It just now. But if you should get a
good chance to ask the question"—
"I have already done so, Bingularly
enough," said Breuda. "She was awake
when I returned to the room, and we
spoke of some thiugs that she wished
to have brought here. She asked for
that picture. I must have shown my
surprise, for she immediately began to
praise the picture, Baying how much
she admired the facial expression of
the tortured king, and she mentioned
having bought it at an art store on
Twenty-third street a few weeks ago.
As a student of facial expression, hav
ing her dreams of tragic triumphs some
day, the thing might naturally have
appealed to her."
"I didn't thiuk about her being an
actress," said Elmendorf. "That ex
plains it no doubt. They like those ex
treme typical faces. I was foolish to
imagine that the picture could have
had anythlug to do with this case."
HILE Elmeudorf was
speaking Alden re
turned, bearing a
buuch of violets wrap
ped in such paper as
florists use.
"I was gone longer
than 1 had expected,"
he said "I did not know just where
to find a florist hereabout. They are
all covered up, you see. It is au even
ing that might wither a flower with
one breath."
He passed the« bouquet somewhat
awkwardly across the big table to
Brenda, who in the act of receiving It
was so startled by the sudden appear
ance of the ward detective, Barnes,
up^n the threshold that she let the
flowers fall.
With due allowance for its geueral
lack of intelligence, it may be said that
the couutenauce of Barnes was full of
meaning. The man looked self as
sertive, confident aud pleased.
"I beg your pardon," said he. "Who
Is in charge here?"
"I am for the moment," replied Ken
Barnes hesitated, looking sldewise at
AUlen. Then his glance shifted to the
bouquet upon the table and rebounded
in tho direction of the doctor.
"I'd like to have a word with you,"
he said.
"Speak up," said Kendall. "What is
"Those flowers are for the Millar girl,
of course?" said Barnes. "Well, you'd
hpttpr, take a look at 'em before voij
send 'em in. Oh, they're all right, I
guess, but you can't be too careful."
"What do you nrean?" demanded
Barnes pointed a finger at Alden.
"That man put something Into them,"
he said. "I saw him do It. I don't
know what It was, but there's drugs
that, If you smell of them, why, It's
your finish."
Kendall was too much surprised to
speak. Alden took a hasty step toward
Barnes and collided with Elmendorf,
who courteously begged his pardon.
Meanwhile Brenda picked up the bou
quet from the table, and as they all
turned toward her she opened the pa
per over the violets and pressed them
against her lips.
"They are very fragrant," she said.
"That's a'! right." returned Barnes
doggedly, "but he put something In
there. What was it?"
"This l»i: per, I suppose," said
Brenda. ta!.i:ig ir :u her fingers. "Your
niessa ge. I :i renee V"
"I think
ought to read It,"
said names, looking at Elmendorf out
of the corner of his eyes.
Alden thrust Elmendorf aside as if
be had been a paper dummy and then
checked himself. Barnes was already
In the hall.
"1 can have no quarrel with this crea
ture," said Alden. "As to my mes
sage, I appeal to Dr. Kendall."
"This is more than absurd," rejoined
the doctor. "Miss Maclane, whenever
you are ready"—
As Brenda stepped forward the bit
of paper slipped out from among the
flowers and fell to the floor. Elmen
dorf picked It up.
"I hope you won't misunderstand
me," he said. "Perhaps I see farther
ahead than you do. If 1 was In Mr.
Alden place, I'd let somebody read
He gave the message to Brenda, who
glanced at Alden as she took it. He
raised his hand In a gesture of nega
"Now, look here, all of you," exclaim
ed Barnes. "Here's this girl In the"—
and he pointed with his thumb In the
supposed direction of Elsie's room—
"who's hiding what she knows. I don't
say It's in this man's Interest, but ifs
in somebody's interest that's sore.
She wouldn't be the first woman that's
had the nerve to get the knife and say
nothing. I don't accuse anybody, es
pecially not this man, for 1 ain't got a
thing against him. He's all right so
far as I know. But what I say is that
the girl ought not to be getting mes
sages on the quiet."
Alden's face was white as paper, and
his eyes were aflre. It Is probable that
every bone in Barnes' body ached with
anticipation, but he had been kicked
too often in the way of business to flee
before the actual contact
"I've stood all of this that my sys
tem can absorb," said Kendall, with a
seriousness that scarcely fitted with
the peculiar phrase which had come
into his mouth. "After this dime novel
nonsense of poisoned bouquets I don't
care to have anything more from yon.
Get out!"
"You're making a mistake," said
Barnes and then backed out of the
room, grinning like a monkey, as Ken
dall advanced toward the door.
Brenda replaced the note among the
flowers and gave her free hand to Al
den, bidding him good night.
"I shall uot be far away," he said as
the woman preceded Kendall out of the
room. "There's a lodging house next
door. I shall get a place to sleep there.
Sleep? Well, o.t least I shall be there.
You will not fall to summon me If—If
there should be any reason for It?"
"You may depend upon me," srfid
Brenda from the threshold, where she
had paused a moment while he spoke.
Kendall looked at Alden as If to In
quire whether such a thing was likely,
but gleaued no answer. Alden's face
had resumed Its rigidity, and the ex
pression which it wore was Intense, but
difficult to read.
"However." continued Elmendorf, "If
it hadn't been that it would have been
something else. You're going to see a
good deal of this sort of thing In the
next few days, Mr. Alden."
"A good deal of what?" said Alden.
"It Is technically known as 'making
trouble' for a man," replied the de
tective. "I don't know why I should
'put you on,' but I'm doing it just the
"Do you mean to tell me," demanded
Alden, "that Captain Neale expects to
extort an important secret from me by
childish tricks of annoyance such as
"Certainly not," answered Elmen
dorf. "Joe Neale is no such donkey.
Why, he's worth a quarter of a mil
lion dollars, and It's a wise man 'who
can save as much as that in a few
years out of a salary of twenty-fiv«*
hundred. By simple arithmetic It
would take a man just a century to
do it if he lived meanwhile on what
the neighbors sent in, as they used to
say in Massachusetts, where I was
"That man put something into them."
brought up. Joe Neale knows tbat
when a 1111111 iu worried be talks be
must talk- to somebody. And tbe cap
would Just as soon get your secret
out of John Doe as out of you-".. little
rather, Iu fact, because tben you
wouldn't know tbat be bad it. Now,
I've said enough to cost me my Job."
"Nothlnir you'say to me will ever
cost you anything." said Alden. "I'm
not a talking man. By the way, who
are you?"
"Introduce me," said Elmendorf to
Kendall, and the doctor compiled.
"I am pleased to meet you," said
Alden, offering his hand. "If you find
out anything Important in this case. 1
want you to tell me first. Til make It
worth your while."
"No, thank you," said Elmendorf
hastily. "As a rule I'm as corrupt
as the devil—but not this time."
Meanwhile Brenda had delivered tho
posies to Elsie—whom pain had wak*
coed from a little sieep*-witb the gen
tlest possible words and ways. She had
not at all the manner of a nurse, but
rather that of an exceedingly tactful
and well bred young doctor.
Elsie took the bouquet and very
quietly cried over It for some minutes
without discovering the note vklch
It contained. She did not say any
thing she did not ask a question about
what Alden had said or done, whether
he had gone away or was still waiting
or whether he had seemed much dis
tressed by her misfortune. Brenda had
merely said that he bad called, and
that he had sent the violets because
they were Elsie's favorite flower. This
seemed to satisfy the girl completely.
Brenda had supposed that she would
see the message at the first glance aud
tndeed believed for some .little time
that she had done so, but did not wish
to read It Immediately. Finding this
an error and fearing that the sudden
discovery of It might startle her, Bren
da told Elsie that there was a message
and pointed out Its place.
Then she turned away, as if unwill
ing to accept the chance of guessing
from Elgle's face what the note might
contain. When she Judged tbat the
proper Interval bad elapsed, she ap
proached the bed once more.
Elsie's eyes were shut. The tenrs
were drying on hiv.' cheeks, that were
as delicate as rose leaves, and her right
hand was against her breast, tightly
closed. Thus she remained until she
fell anleep.
DORF was a man
who considered him
self to be the simple
product of chance. lie
WOK bom In Danbr.ry.
Conn., and at the uge
of nine years he was
left an orphan and penniless. Immedi
ately after this misfortune, sb he 11(1
not like the people with whom be was
expected to live, he walked out of
town. There happened to be a high
wind that day, and tbe boy walked
with It, because the contrary course
wonld have been disagreeable.
No one made any attempt to bring
him back, and so he tramped for about
a week, eating nothing one day and six
good meals the nest, according to the
varying charity of the people along the
road. Finally an eccentric old doctor
In a certain small town found tbe boy
111 on his doorstep one morning, and
that was a great piece of luck for
young Elmendorf. He had a good
home In tbe doctor's bouse for eight
years, without care or labor enjoyed
tbe advantages of the excellent schouls
of the village, and was nearly ready
to enter college when bis benefactor
The doctor left a good property, but
no will. Relatives swooped down like
Kendall went with her to the mouth
of the long corridor and then returned
to the reception room.
"That man must be Insane," he said
to Elmendorf. "What did be mean by
coming here with such absurdities?"
"He didn't believe in them any more
than you do," replied the detective.
"He had uo idea that there was any
thing wrong with the violets or with
the note. He was simply obeying or
"Orders?" echoed Kendall. "Who
could have ordered him to $0 such 4
"I guess Mr, Ald knows," respond
ed Elmendorf, "And, between our
selves, I think Mr. Alden should have
permitted the note to be read right
here. I hope Miss Miller won't destroy
flock of birds. Elmendorf had not
been adopted. He bad no legal status,
and one day be discovered tbat be had
nothing at all except a trunkful of do
cent raiment and the sum of $:{.S0.
The coincidence that this was the ex
act fare to New York decided Elrnen
dorfs course. He arrived In the me
tropolis without a penny, hunted up a
boarding house near the station, car
ried his trunk there on his shoulder
and then went out to look for work.
He had many occupations In the
next five years, but none to his liking.
Flnall. be became a clerk In a small
hotel which was a haunt of ward poli
ticians. Yielding to the temptation
thus thrown Into his way, he devel
oped Into a lieutenant of the district
leader, learning more tricks than he
bad tbe hardihood to play and prosper
ing the less because of his scruples.
It became a delusion with him, bow
ever, tbat be was one of the most dis
honest of created beings that l:e
would do anything for money, and that
only his hard luck prevented him from
selling bis soul at a good figure. Ouce
wben his affairs were at a low ebb his
patron suggested the police, aud
Elmendorf became a member of the
force In the firm belief that a corrupt
man like himself could make money
therein. But be had a perverse way of
being dissatisfied with temptation,
and be gained a reputation for hou
estv which his best friends deplored.
A Night Alarm.
Worse thBn an alarm of Bre at night
Is tbe brassy cough of croup, which
Bounds like the children's death knell
and it means death unless something i
done qulcklj. Foley's Honey and Ti
never falla to give instant relief uu.i
quickly cures the worst forms of ciou.
Mrs. F. Cordler, of Minnington,Kv
writes: "My three year old girl ad
severe case of croup the doctor rmuI
she could not live. 1 got a bottle of
Foley's Honey and Tar, the Grst dos.
gave quick relief and saved her life. Ke
fuse substitutes.—Denton & Ward.
The kleptomaniac regards things
from an abstract point of view.
A Thousand Dollars Thrown Away.
Mr. \V. VI. Baker, of Plainvibw,N-l,
writes "My wife bad lung trouble for
over ttfteen years. We tried a uumler
of doctors and spent over a thousand
dollars without any relief. She was
very low and lost hope, wben a friend
suggested trying Foley's Uoney and
Tar, which I did and thanks be to this
great remedy it Baved her life. She is
stionger and enjoys better health than
sbe has ever known in ten years. We
shall never be without Foley's Honey
and Tar and would aBk those afflicted to
try it."—Denton & Ward.
There is evidently electricity in a
cornfield, because it produces shocks.
Foley's Honey and Tar cureB the
cough caused by attack of la grippe.
It heals tbe lungB.—Denton & Ward.
A married man isn't necessarily a
Hercules because be is fond of his club.
Mothers can Bafely give Foley's Hone
and Tar to their children for coughs
and cold, for it contains opiates or
other poiaonB.—Denton & Ward.
When beggars cease to ask you for
aims it is time for you to change your
Winter coughs are apt to result in
consumption If neglected. They can
be soon broken up by uaing Foley's
Honey and Tar.—uenton & Ward.
Foley's Ilouey and Tar is best for
croup aud whooping cough, contain
no opiates, and cures quickly. Careful
mothers keep it in the house.—Denton
& Ward.
A wise man never wants what he
can't get.
The most reliable preparation for
kidney troubles ou the market is Fo
ley's Kidney Cure.—Denton & Ward.
Money can always make the mare go
in time to lift the purse.
Kidney complaint kills more people
than any other dlBease. This is due to
the disease being BO Insidious that it
gets a good hold on the system before
it is recognized. Foley's Kidney Cure
will prevent the development of fatal
disease if taken in time.—Denton &
Being daughters of Eve, young lad
ies are of course partial to twilight.
Clerk's Wise Suggestion,
'I bave lately been much troubled
with dyspepsia, belching and a sour
'tomach." writes M.S. Mead, leadlug
lihsrmscist of Attleboro, Maes.
could hardly eat anything without suf
fering several hours. My clerk suggest
ed I try Kodol Dyspepsia Cure which I
did with most happy results. I hsve
had no morn trouble and when one can
go to eating mince pie, cbeeBe, candy
*ud nuti after such a time, their diges
•ionmusthe pretty good. I endorse
Kodol L\spepsia Cure heartily." You
don't have to diet. Eat all the good
food you want, but don't overload the
stomsch. Kodol Dyspepsia Cure di
gests your food. Smith liros.
Pure Bred Pekin Ducks For Sale.
Pekln Ducks, utock or Win. liorclter. L»
KiiUe, 111. Drakes $1.00, Ducks 75 cents. 1
also have Pure Bn Toulouse (lee.e for sale,
stock of C. C. Shoemaker, Freeport, 111. Gan
ders, weighing SO IDS apiece $3.00, Geese tl.BU.
Address MRS. J. c. BELKNAP, ltyan, la.
The Last Heard Of It.
''My little boy took the croup one
night and soon grew so bad you could
hear him breathe all over the house,"
saysF. D. Reynolds, Mansfield, O. "We
feared be would die, but a tew doses of
One Minute Cough Cure quickly reliev
ed him and he went to Bleep, That's
the last we heard of the croup. Now
isn't a cough cure like that valuable
One Minute Cough Cure is absolutely
sate and acts immediately. For coughs,
coldf, croup, grip, bronchitis and all
other throat ami lung troubles it is a
certain cure. Very pleasant to take.
The little ones like it. Smith Bros.
Improvement of Corn.
"Uncle Henry" Wallace,is devoting a
good deal of Bpace in his paper, Wal
laces' Farmer to the improvement of
Iowa Corn. He calls attention to the
fact that while the Iowa Farmer has
been improving his live stock for twen
ty years and more he has given very
little attention to the great Iowa crop,
corn. Among the many articles which
have appeared in Wallace's Farmer on
this subject baB been a series by i'rof.
sbamel, of Illinois, the corn expert,
and these are illustrated by a number
of photographs showing different va
rieties of corn, perfect and imperfect
ears, the most profitable to raise, etc.
The average Iowa farmer thinkB he
knows as much about corn as anybody
doeB but we miss outguess if he can
not learn a lot from these articles in
W allaceB' Farmer.
In this connection we wish to Bay
tbat Wallaces' Farmer is one of tbe
best agricultural papers tbat comes to
this office. It is handsomely printed on
paper of fine quality, filled with at
tractive illustrations, and in addition
to its regular features, its editorials by
'•Uncle Henry," its departments of
Dairying, Horticulture, the Hog and
Poultry, Its Home Department, for the
women contains full reports of the
leading fairs, live stock shows, and
sales, agricultural meetings, etc. It is
published weekly at Des MoineB, Iowa'
at $1.00 a year, all subscriptions pay
able in advance and the paper stops
when the time is out. we can send
Wallaces' Farmer and the Democrat
both one year for only 2.25 and you get
one of our nice premiums, Apply at
the Democrat oflice.
baved Him From Torture.
There is no more agonizing trouble
than piles. The constant itching and
burning make life intolorable. Xo po
sition 1b comfortable. Tbe torture is
unceasing. DeWitt's Witch Hazel
Salve cures piles at once. For skin dis
eases, cute, burns, bruisee, nil kinds of
wounds It is unequaled. ,J. S. Gerall,
St i'aul, Ark., says: "From 18155 1
fered with the protruding, bleeding
piles and could find nothing to help me
until I used DeWitt'-i Witch Hazel
Salve. A few boxes completely cured
me." Beware of counterfeits. Smith
Fayonte Nearly Everywhere.
CoDstipatfon means dullness, depress
ion, headache, generally disordered
health. UeWitt's Little Early Risers
stimulate the liver, open the bowels and
relieve the conditions. Safe, speedy
and thorough. They never gripe. Fa
vorite pills. Smith Bros.
Physician and Surgeon, ,•
Proprietor ot tae 1"
Ryan Drug Store.
Drags, Stationery, Etc
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Come and see the many things we
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CAPITAL, $70.000
r^'. VA
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Ladles and
dents (fold Watcbas
in all sizes kinds and styles,
Ladies, dents and Chrildrmu Ring**
Also large line of Best Brands of—
Vice President,
0. W. KEAGT.
Aut Cashier,
Interest Paid on Time Deposits.
Prompt attention gl7en to all bndnett. Pm
senger tickets from and to all part* oi Eur
ope direct to Manchester, for Bale,
Long Time Mortgage Loans Made,
Bought and Sold.
For tbe storage of valuable papers,
etc. for rent.
Henrv Hutchinsonv
Building, Manekester. leva.
on Time, Interest Al­
lowed and other deposits reoelted.
sold on New York. Hitiagtr
ana Dubuque also on Great Britain and In
land mu FtircreaeCltles.
TICKETS—sold to ana from all Kmooeaim
poru vla cunard, or AUen or White Star BteaaT
snip lines,
Henry Hutchinson
Breeder of Thoroughbred
Shcrthorn Cattle.
Msneheater, Iowa.
M. F. LEROY Prest. H. A, GBANOBB Cuhltr
H, A. VON OVEN, AMI. Cashier
A.H. BLAKE, lit. V. PrMldeot.
H. C. HAEBERLE, 2od. V. PntidMt,'
Much Beading for Little Money,
TheNew York World has got the
cost of printing down to a minimum.
Its iateBt offer of its monthly newepa
per-magazine is interesting if from no
other cause than it Bhows the acme of
"how much for how little." The Month
ly World is a 32 page magazine with
colored cover. Its pagos are about the
size of the pages of the Ladies Home
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in half-tone. The illustrations are the
results of the beBt artistic skill, aided
by all the latest printing-press appli
ances, making a magazine unrivalled in
the quality of its contentB and its ap
pearances. Each issue contains stories
of romance, love, adventure, travel
storieB of fiction and fact stories of
things quaint and curious, gathered to
gether from all over the world the re
sults of scientific research, and editor
ial reviews. It numbers among its
contributors the leading literary men
and women of the day. A feature
each month is a full-page portrait of
the most famed man or woman of the
moment in the public eye. In collect
ing and preparing for publication the
literary matter and art subjects for the
Monthly World no expense iB spared.
The New York World will send six
numbers of this newspaper-magazine
on receipt of fifteen cents in Btamps.
Address The World, Pulitzer Building,
New York.
CAPITAL. $50.000
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