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CHAPTER I. “Hello, Dick, old Gloomy-face! I'll bet a cigarette you haven’t laughed since breakfast.” “What breakfast? I haven’t seen a smile on his face in a week.” The scene was the Lotus club. New York city, and I, Richard Wllbertson, just entering, was the old Gloomy-face alluded to. The facetious person who so alluded to my impassive face was Dilkins, the dude, and youthful mem ber of our coterie. The second speak er was Major Simmons, who, besides being a first-rate companion, a man of middle age or more, was Park Com missioner of New York. There was, unknown to the major and Dilkins, a good reason for the ab sence of smiles. 1 was desperately in love with Edith Broughton, and Edith was in love with me. So far so good. But in an evil hour a rival camo upon the scene, and though he did not suc ceed in winning Edith's heart, he did succeed in so far winning the father and the.mother of Edith as to prevail upon them to espouse his cause; and in the effort to compel Edith to ac cept him, they had absolutely forbid den me the entrance to their house, and had so restricted all the move ments of Edith that all intercourse be tween us was impossible. The cause of this was plain enough. While I had a comfortable income, my rival, Ralph Graviscourt, was a millionaire, lived in magnificent style, drove splendid horses, spent money lavishly, and notwithstanding, his forty odd years, was the greatest catch of the season in New York. The conversation turned on Gravis court, and the major became reminis cent. "He was called the ’lucky uncle,’ ” said the major, whose years gave him k deep knowledge of the past. “He had an elder brother, Charles Gravis court, who was a successful stock operator, and who amassed a fortune of over a million dollars. Charles had a wife and one child. His wife died when the child was only six months old. One year afterward Charles died, leaving the child, a girl, sole heiress of his fortune, and Ralph Graviscourt, next of kin, his executor and guardian of the child. Six months after Charles died, his daughter died, and Graviscourt Inherited the fortune. That is why he was called the lucky uncle.” When the major had finished, I sat moodily engaged with my thoughts, which were unpleasant enough. “Pshaw!” said he. “Don’t get blue. Let’s go to the circus to-night. What do you say?” After a little chaff about the pro gram, we both accepted the major’s invitation, and a few hours later we found ourselves at Madison Square Garden, elbowing our way with the rest of the throng in through the en trance and into comfortable seats iiro vided by tho major. As one circus is like another, so the gaudily uniformed band was like every other circus band, and blared out cir cus musie until the throng was seated. Then came the clown, and after him a herd of trained elephants. We watched them attentively, and were rather sorry when the great, clumsy, sagacious brutes moved out of the ring. “ ’St! Here’s a sight!” said Dilkins, digging me in the ribs. It was a sight, indeed! The next occupant of the ring was Maubikeck, the? Lion-Tamer! He was not particularly tall —not more so than myself, but of such mas sive muscularity that I gazed at him with undisguised admiration. 1 had. in my college days, been something of an athlete myself, and I had an honest admiration for the strength and iron-like limbs of the man before us. He was clad only in tights, and through them the swelling muscles of his thighs seemed about to burst. About his waist he wore a bejeweled girdle, the bangles of which seemed to be gold and silver coin. From his waist up he wore nothing. His skin was white and through it his iron muscles rolled and swelled like those of some giant of the past, whose deeds, as written, now seem groundless legendB, in which there can be no probability or truth: Upon a neck of massive beauty was paisod a head over which a sculptor might rave. It was like the head of a Greek god. so perfect was it in its outlines, its matchless poise, its per fect skin and its wealth of glossy black hair. The lions were not the full-maned, majestic African kings we see in menageries and in illustrations. They were a smaller variety, with a mottled brown coat, but with legs and neck that bespoke tremendous power, and eyes that flashed ominously and voices that were from time to time lifted in angry growls. When the keepers had freed the lions from their chains, an act that seemed to fill the audience with fear. Maubikeck stepped from bis chariot and went among them. They crouched as he approached, and cringed at his touch. It seemed to me as if they recognized and acknowledged the power of the man over them. Following Maubikeck came some acrobats and dancers, and while they pleased us, they failed to charm or to win from the audience the tremendous applause that had rewarded Maubi keck. During the time they were out, some of the employes of the circus began working on a trapeze that hung high up above our heads. Ropes were pulled, bars were raised in position, and when the sustaining and guy ropes were made fast, there were two fixed horizontal bars, with a flying trapeze between them. Suddenly a hush came over the audience as a girl appeared and walked to a spot directly under the trapeze. Nita Barlotti was, without doubt, the most beautiful girl who had ever appeared before a New York public. Her features were matchless. She had a wealth of dark-brown hair, which was tightly drawn into a knot so that it would not Interfere with her in her performances on the bar. Her face was perfect in its contour, and every feature was a poem. And yet it seemed to me that she looked sad —woefully sad—not like one who en joyed the triumph of a successful ap pearance, but like one who was ashamed, or who loathed the part she played, or to whom some great sor row or bitterness had come that had driven all the brightness from her life. The trapeze queen drew herself onto one of the bars and hung lightly in mid-air, head downwards, with no sup port but her toes. Then she swung to and fro, and letting go from the bar. she seemed to soar through the air and clung to the flying or swinging trapeze. On this she gave a marvel ous exhibition of her fearlessness and wonderful skill, in all of which her writhing white muscles shone and every beauty of her form seemod to display to advantage. The audience watched her in breath less silence, and when at last she had finished, there arose an uproar the like of which was never heard before in Madison Square Garden. There were two men in that audience who were evidently much in terested in the queen of the flying trapeze. I had seen Maubikeck, the Dion Tamer, clad in ordinary evening dress, looking like a handsome pow erful man of the world, standing near the ropes, watching the beautiful acro bat narrowly. There was a smile of encouragement on his face, ami he was among the first in the applause. Then, as Nita reached the ground, a tall, black-bearded, mean-looking Ital ian forced himself through the group of attendants, and taking the girl s hand in his. led her away from our sight. And I noticed that, although her countenance was dead to us—dead to the tremendous applause and greeting she had won from the people—when she passed Maubikeck it was to him that her beautiful head was bowed, and one bright, fleeting smile showed itself on her lips when her eyes looked into his. The next act fell flat, and as neither Maubikeck nor Barlotti was billed to appear a second time, we soon lost interest, and before the crowd began to get restless, we left the Garden and went home. "Don’t forget Gravlscourt’s stag to morrow evening.” said the major, as I wns leaving him. "You will be there, I suppose.” "Hang Graviscourt!" I replied. "Yes, I will be there, if for no other reason than to show the fellow I am still aliv> and in the arena.” “Good!” said the major. “And good night.” “Graviscourt’s genius for entertain ing is indisputable.” said the major, on the following evening, as ho, Dil kins and I sat together, among a score of more kindred spirits, all forming an appreciative audience at Graviscourt's "stag” entertainment. “True," I replied, with a tinge of malice.' "One almost forgets who liis host is, with so much to amuse.” The program was a sort of vaude ville. There were songs, skirt dance*, comic sketches by more or less fa mous artists in their line, and the time was so well filled and passed so pleas antly that the hours glided by almost imperceptibly. Dllkins, with his usual curiosity anil push, was rummaging around in some cabinets he had succeeded in opening, and he suddenly electrified us all by exclaiming: "By Jove! Dick! Major! Look at this!” The major. Graviscourt and I reached him at the same moment. "By Heaven! That face!” he cried, thrusting a photograph into the ma jor’s hand. "That is a likeness of Alice Gravis court, my brother's wife, taken Horn*' four years before she died,” said our host, calmly. "Is it?" almost shouted Dilkins. "If it isn’t the Queen of the Flying Trap eze, I’m a Dutchman!" "What do you mean?" asked Gravis court. And the major told him about Nita and Maligni’s circus. “Probably more a fancied re semblance than a true one,” he said calmly, as he took the photograph and replaced it in the cabinet from which Dilkins had removed it. Nothing more was said that night about the occurrence, but it had pro duced in my mind an impression that could not be shaken off. On the following day, when I awoke, the first thoughts that came to m»* were of Graviscourt’s picture of the dead woman. With some wild fancy that I was furthering my own affairs and helping myself by seeking to over throw Graviscourt, I was led by the extravagant phantom of my brain to Trinity cemetery. Having arrived there, I sought and found the family plot of the Graviscourts, in which a marble monument reared its head over three graves. Three sides of the monument were carved. On one I read: Sacred to the Memory of CHARLES GRAVISCOURT. Born, Feb. 18. 18—. Died, June 10, IS—. On another I read: ALICE. Beloved Wife of Charles Graviacourt. Born, April 6,18—. Died. July 21. 18—. “Blessed are the pure in heart, for they shall see God.” She has joined her Savior. On the third: ALICE. Infant Daughter of Charles and Alice Graviscourt. Died, Oct. 4th, 18—. Aged 2 years. “What a fool I am!” I muttered as I turned away. The air seemed to have grown chilly since I had come there, and I drew my coat close around me and returned to my car riage. Like all meddlers, having been dis appointed. I was determined to try again, and my next visit was to the Bureau of Vital Statistics, at 301 Mott Street. Upon making my errand known, some little wonder was apparent among the clerks, but I was readily accomodated, and was soon looking over the death records of sixteen years before, the year in which oc curred. according to the marble shaft in Trinity, the death of Alice, daugh ter of Charles and Alice Graviscourt. At last I found what 1 was looking for. I held in my hand the certificate of death of the child whose untimely removal had made Ralph Graviscourt a millionaire. Nothing was wrong about the cer tificate. Every form of law had been complied with. The cause of death was small-pox. The signature of the physic ian uttaehed waj “C. Sigmotta, M. I). Doctor Dinsmore, the Secretary of the New York Medical Society, was a friend of long standing. I felt I could rely upon him, and was soon at his door. He greeted me cordially, and I had no ifticulty in telling him what I wanted to know. He smiled, and pro ceeded to look over some old folios he had taken from a recess in his book case. After a tew minutes spent thus, ho said: "I find here the name of Charles Sigmotta as a member of our society fourteen—fifteen—even twenty years ago. Ho does not seem to have been prominent, but little mention being made of him, except the fact that he attended meetings. I barely recall the name, and do not recollect the man. But there is no doubt ho was a physician in good standing. He is not a member now. Walt. Ah, here it is! He resigned thirteen ; -ars ago. When- he is now. I do not know.” “It is not im|K»rtant,” 1 said. “What I want to know is this: Sixteen years ago documents—say death certificates signed by him would oe above sus picion, would they not?” "To the best of my knowledge and belief, they would,” replied Doctor Dinsmore. “I know of nothing that indicates to the contrary.” Having once mote had my suspic ions laid to the ground. I thanked the doctor and hurried home. (To be continued.) | She Remembers Elia. Probably Mrs. Coe of London is the only person living in England who has personal recollections of Charles Lamb, says the New York Mall and Express. More than seventy years ago she was a little girl living at the Widford water mill, and because of her quickness in catching a mis chievous idea she was a great favor ite with the genial essayist. Some of nor recollections E. V. Lucas, the well-known Lamb scholar, has trails scribed as the result of recent con versations with her. She remembers Lamb’s affected conviction that her hair curled only by artificial means, ami his repeated warnings at bed time that she must not forget to put it in papers. To beggars, she says, he always gave Just what his hand happened to draw from his pocket. He was fond of treating the village children to candy, his favorite con fection being “Gibraltar rock.” Here is a pen picture of him as he appeared to the child: His clothes were rusty and shabby, like a poor dissenting minister's. He was very thin and looked half starved. partly the effect of high cheekbones. He wore knee breeches and gaiters and a high stock. Ho carried a walking stick, with which he used to strike at pebbles. He smoked a black clay pipe. No one would have taken him for what he was, but he was clearly a man apart. He took pleasure in looking eccen tric. Why Russell Sage Works. Although Russell Sage, the famous financier, will be 80 years of age on August 4 next and has recently had a severe turn of illnesß, he has ex pressed his determination to continue at his business the same as before. It was some five years ago that Mr. Sage was asked why he did not re tire and take a rest and enjoy what he had made. His reply then was doubtless what it would be now if he were asked the same question: “I don't know that I could stop if I would. I fear I should not live long if I did so. I believe I like work better than I do play. My chief hap piness today Is in my work and I suppose my machinery will go on at this same rate as long as I live.” In order to forecast the weather with a reasonable degree of accuracy all you have to do is to. predict any thing you don’t expect. THINGS NOT WELL SAID. Two Stories That Show the Value of Slow Speech. An English author has given some very amusing examples of how tilings can be said in a queer way. One of the most unfortunate recorded at tempts to escape from a conversa tional difficulty was made by a Lon don curate, who cultivated the friend ship of mechanics. One day a carpenter came to him and said— "l have brought my boy's likeness, as you said you’d like to have it." “How good of you to remember!” said the curate. “What a capital like ness! How is ho?” “Why, sir, don’t you remember?” said the carpenter. "He’s dead.” "Oh, yes, of course I know that!" replied the curate. “I mean, how’s the man that took the photograph?” A story is told of a young laborer who, on his way to his day's work, called at the registrar’s office to regis ter his father's death. When the of ficial asked the date of the event, the son replied: "He ain’t dead yet, but he’ll bo dead before night, so I thought it would save me another journey If you would put it down now." "Oh, but that won’t do at all!” said the registrar. "Perhaps your father will live till to-morrow.” "Well, I don’t know, sir; the doc tor says as he won't; and he knows what he has given him!” THE GROWTH OF CREMATION. Figures Show the Idea Is Advancing in Popularity. Sir Henry Thompson has just been sketching the history of cremation in Englund. He was one of the pioneers of tlie movement, which began in the seventies with the formation of a cre mation society, of which he was elect ed president, and has occupied that office since then. It was the ilrst in stitution of the kind ever founded, al though the continent had preceded us In burning the dead. Of course the great difficulty was the prejudice that had to bo met and overcome. The novel idea did not at first commend itself to more than the very few. As late as 1885 there were only three cre mations at Woking during the whole year. In 1901 the number ran up to 800, which indicates an enormous ad vance, but over the area outside the metropolis there were only 145 alto gether. However, signs of progress are numerous, not only in a wider de sire to dispose of the dead by fire, but in the erection of new crematories in towns that had not previously made Buch provision. Sir Henry Thompson is Justified in feeling encouragement, and is determined to continue his strenuous campnign against earth bur* ial.—Liverpool Post. BUSY AND USEFUL LIFE. Helpfulness and Hope the Keynote of Mrs. Sangster’s Career. Mrs. Sangster Is a tall, silver-haired lady with clear, bluo eyes, a sweet voice, a gentle, dignified manner and a sunny optimism that hunishes care and sorrow from her presence. Her sixty years have been busy ones. Her early education was principally in her own home, and even as a child she gave signs of the literary future to ward which she was hastening. Her first poem was written for the Inde pendent. and its publication was a red letter day in the calendar of her years. In 1871 she became editor of Hearth and Home, later becoming associated with the Christian at Work. Christian Intelligencer. Harper's Voung People. Harper's Bazar, Collier's Weekly and Ladies’ Home Journal. Her collections of poems and her other books all hnve the simple, ethical helpfulness of making religion n working, practical force in every-day lives. —Exchange. Mutual Misunderstanding. When Baron Haussmann went to Constantinople on a visit to Abdul Aziz, who was then sultan, he had an Interview with the grand vizier, who did not know a word of the beginning of the interview the old long Turkish pipes were brought in and then Baron Haussman began mak ing a very long speech in French. The grand vizier could not understand a word, but listened most attentively till he noticed that his pipe had gone out and clapped his hand for a servant to come and re light it. Haussmann, thinking he was applauding, rushed toward him with outstretched hand, intending to shake hands and thank him. The grand vizier, seeing his hand put forth, shook it warmly and said "Good-by,” under the impression it was Haussman's intention to leave, aud quitted the room. Strange Picture Story. A story of strange happenings to a valuable picture—an Albert Durer worth £40,000 —comes from a village in West Flanders. An inhabitant re ceived the picture from Paris some years ago. and. being Ignorant of its value, sold it to a local carriage paint er. whose son disposed of it to an "amateur” for fifty francs. This gave rise to legal proceedings between the first seller and the carriage painter, in the course of which the picture was identified as ore *vhi".h had been stolen from the Itoyal Picture Gallery at Munich. The work is a representa tion of the Apostles, one of Durer’s masterpieces, and the signature of the artist is in a corner of the panel. 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One trial will convince the most skeptical that any or all of these difficulties may be removed, and a perfect cure effected, by taking Dr. August Koe nig’s Hamburg Drops. Get a bottle at once, before it is too late. Jennie—He is a man after my own heart. I,uclUe— He was after mine, too. but I jilted him. WIIKN YOU ItUY NT ARCH buy Defiance und get the beat, 16 os. for id cents. Once used, always used. A Denver girl was-held up by two men at the City park a few niuhts since. She wan learning t<» skute and seemed to en joy It. It’s because of their true merit that so many smokers prefer Uaxlur's Uull head 5-cent cluar. gBI ■ Mrs. Emmons, saved from ■ an operation for Ovaritis, tells how she was cured by Lydia .E. Pinkham’s Vegetable Compound. 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