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I <z2r OG~m/E THANET I 1 5-° 7ttE MAN J?$<£>JiOUR-S^ J SYNOPSIS. The storv opens at Harvard where Col. Rupert Winter, U. S. A., visiting, saw the suicide of young Mercer. He met Cary Mercer, brother of the dead student. Three vears later, in Chicago. In 1906, Col. Winter overheard Cary Mercer ap parently planning to kidnap Archie, the colonel's ward, and to gain possession of Aunt Rebecca Winter’s millions. A Miss Smith was mentioned, apparently as a conspirator. Winter unexpectedly met a relative, Mrs. Millicent Melville, who told him that his Aunt Rebecca, Archie and the latter’s nurse Miss Janet Smith, were to leave for the west with the colonel and Mrs. Melville. A great finan cial magnate was aboard the train on which Col. Winter met his Aunt Rebec ca, Miss Smith and Archie. He set his orderly, Sergt. Haley, to watch over Cary Mercer. Col. Winter learned that the financial magnate Is Edwin S. Keatcham. On approaching Cary Mercer, the colonel was snubbed. Winter, aided by Archie, cleverly frustrated a hold-up on the vYain. He took a great liking to Miss Smith, despite her alleged connection with the kidnaping plot, which he had not yet revealed to his relatives. The party arrived in San Francisco. It was thought that there were big persons be hind the hold-up gang. Archie mysteri ously disappeared. CHAPTER V. Blind Clews. •‘But this Is preposterous,” cried Mrs. Melville, "you must have seen him had he come out of the room; you were directly in front of the doors all the time.” "I was,” admitted the colonel; “can —can the boy be hiding to scare us?” He spoke to Miss Smith. She had grown pale; he did not know that his own color had turned. Millicent stared from one to the other. “How ridiculous!” she exclaimed; “of course not; but he must be some where; let me look!” Look as they might through all the staring empty rooms, there was no vestige of the boy. He was as clean vanished as if he had fallen out of the closed and locked windows. The colonel examined them all; had there been one open, he would haye peered outside, frightened as he had never been when death was at his elbow. But it certainly wasn't possible to J_ il_. . . .. niindnur O TV H TV Of HfllV JVIIIIJ/ W .. - . , shut, but lock it after one. Under every bed, in every closet, he prowled; he was searching still when Mrs. Winter returned. By this time Mrs. Melville was agitated, and, natur ally, irritated as well. “I think it is Unpardonable in Archie to sneak out In this fashion,” she complained. “I suppose the boy wanted to see the town a bit,” observed Aunt Re becca, placidly. “Rupert, come in and ■ sit down; he will be back in a mo ment; smoke a cigar, if your nerves need calming.” Rupert felt as if he were a boy of ten, called back to common sense out of imaginary horrors of the dark. “But, if he wanted to go out, why did he leave his hat and coat behind him?” asked Miss Smith. “He may be only exploring the hotel,” said Mrs. Winter. “Don’t be so restless, Bertie; sit down.” The colonel’s eye was furtively pho tographing every article of furniture in the room; it lingered longest on Mrs. Winter’s wardrobe trunk, which was standing in her room. Randall had been dispatched for a hot-water bottle in lieu of one which had sprung a leak on the train; so the trunk Btood, its door ajar. “Maybe he is doing the Genevra stunt there—is that what you are thinking?” she jeered. “W’ell, go and look.” Light as her tone was, she was not unaffected by the contagion of anx iety about her; after a moment, while Rupert was looking at the wardrobe trunk, and even profanely exploring the swathed gowns held in rigid safety by bands of rubber, she moved about the rooms herself. “There isn’t room for a mouse in that box,” growled the colonel. “Of course not,” said his aunt, languidly, sinking into the easiest chair; “but your mind is easier. Archie will come back for dinner; don’t worry.” “How could he get by me?” retorted the colonel “Perhaps he went into the neigh boring rooms," Miss Smith suggested. '•‘Shall 1 go out and rap on the door of the next room on the left?” On the right the last room of the party was a corner room. “Why, you might,” acquiesced Aunt • Kiit Mt-Q MolvMla /lilt tho he left the room. Indeed, she called him back to exact a promise that he would not make Archie’s disappear ance public. “We want to find him,” was her grim addendum; “and we can’t have the police and the news papers hindering us.” In the office he found external courtesy and a rather perfunctory sympathy, based on a suppressed, but perfectly visible conviction that the boy had stolen out for a glimpse of the city, and would be back shortly. The manager had no objection to telling Col. Winter, whom he knew slightly, that the occupant of the next room was a New England lady of the highest respectability, Mrs. Wlnthrop Wigglesworth. If the young fellow didn’t turn up for dinner, he should be glad to ask Mrs. Wigglesworth to let Mrs. Winter examine her room; but he rather thought they would be seeing young Winter before then—oh, his hat? They usually carried caps in their pockets; and as to coats— boys never thought of their coats. The manager’s cheeriness did not es pecially uplift the colonel. He warmed it over dutifully, however, for his wom ankind’s benefit. Miss Smith had gone out; why, he was not told, and did not venture to ask. Mrs. Melville kept making cautious signals to him behind his aunt’s back; otherwise she was preserving the mien of sympathetic solemnity which she was used to show at funerals and first visits of con dolence and congratulation to divorced friends. Mrs. Winter, as usual, wore an inscrutable composure. She was still firmly opposed to calling In the aid of the police. Did she object to his making a few inquiries among the hotel bellboys, the elevator boy and the people in the res taurant or in the office? Not at all, if he would be cautious. So he sallied out, and, in the midst of his fruitless inquisition, Millicent appeared. Forcing a civil smile, he awaited her pleasure. “Go on, don’t mind me,” said she, mournfully; “you will feel better to have done everything in your power.” T 0V-10II nnt Hiooovor “I fear not. Has it not occurred to you that he has been kidnaped?” “Hmn!” said the colonel. “And did you notice how perturbed Miss Smith seemed? She was quite pale; her agitation was quite notice able.” “She is tremendously fond of Archie.” “Oh—she knows more than she will say.” “Oh, what rot!” sputtered the colo nel; then he begged her pardon. “Wait,” he counseled, and his man's resistance to appearances had its ef fect, as masculine immobility always has, on the feminine effervescence before him. “Wait,” was his word, “at least until we give the boy a chance to turn up; if he has slipped by us, he is taking a little pasear on his own ac count; lads do get restless sometimes if they are held too steadily in the leash, especially—if you will excuse me—by, well, by ladies.” “If he has frightened us out of our wits—well, I don’t know what oughtn’t to be done to him!” “Oh, well, let us wait and hear his story,” repeated the soldier. But the last streaks of red faded out of the west; a chill fog smoked up from the darkening hills, and Archie had not come. At eight, Mrs. Winter ordered dinner to be served in their rooms. Mrs. Smith had not returned. The colonel attempted a military cheerfulness, which his aunt told him bluntly, later in the evening, reminded her of a physician’s manner in critical cases where the patient’s mind must be kept absolutely quiet. But she ate more than he at dinner; although her own record was not a very good one. Millicent avowed that she was too worried to eat, but she was tempted by the strawberries and carp, and wondered were the Cali fornia fowls really so poor; and gave the sample the benefit of impartial and fair examination, in the end making a very fa(r meal. T i. f a X X y-v t n I had been idle; before dinner he had put a guard in the hall and had seen Haley, who reported that his wife and child had gone to a kinswoman in Santa Barbara. “Sure the woman has a fine house intirely, and she’s fair crazy over the baby that’s named afther her, for she’s a widdy woman with never a child excipt wan that’s in hivin, a little gurrl; and Bb.e wudn’t let us rist ’til she’d got the cratur’. Nor I wasn’t objectin’, for I’m thinking there’ll be something doin’ and the wimin is on convanient, thim times.” The colonel admitted that he shared Haley’s opinion. He questioned the man minutely about Mercer’s conduct on the train. It was absolutely com monplace. If he had any connection (aB the colonel had suspected) with the bandits, he made no sign. He sent no telegrams; he wrote no let ters; he made no acquaintances, smoking his solitary cigar over a newspaper. Indeed, absolutely the only matter of note (if that were one) was that he read so many newspapers —buying every different journal vended. At San Francisco he got into a cab and Haley heard him give the order: “To the St. Francis." Having his wife and child with him, the ser geant couldn’t follow; but, he went around to the St. Francis later, and in quired for Mr. Mercer, for whom he had a letter (as was indeed the case —the colonel having provided him with one), btat no such name appeared on the register. Invited to leave the letter to await the gentleman’s arrival, Haley said that he was instructed to give it to the gentleman himself; therefore, he took it away with him. He had carried it to all the other ends of her words. “Pray let me go, Aunt Rebecca,” she begged, suiting the action to the words, and was out of the door almost ahead of her sentence. The others waited; they were si lent; little flecks of color raddled Mrs. Winter’s cheeks. They could hear Millicent’s knock reverberating. There waa no answer. "Telephone to the adjacent room,” proposed the colonel. “I’ll telephone,” said Mrs. Winter, and rang up the number of the next room. There was no response; but when she called the number of the room adjoining, she seemed to get an answer, for she announced her name. “Have you seen a young lad?” she con tinued, after an apology for disturbing them. “He belongs to our party; has he by chance got into your room? and is he there?” In a second she put down the receiver with a heightened color, saying: “They might be a lit tle civiler in their answers, if it is Mr. Keatcham's suite.” “What did the beggar say?” bristled the colonel. “Only that it was Mr. Keatcham’s suite—Mr. E. 8. Keatcham—as if that put getting into it quite out of the question. Some underling, I presume.” “There i3 the unoccupied room be tween. That is not accounted for. But it shall be. I will find out who is in there.” Rupert rose as he spoke, pricked by the craving for action of a man accustomed to quick decision. He heard his aunt brusquely repelling Millicent’s proposal of the police, as I r —i ’ “Yea,” he Said, Very Quietly, “It Is Blood.” hotels or boarding places in oan * ran cisco which he could find, aided great ly thereto by a friend of his, formerly In "the old —th,” a sergeant, now sta tioned at the Presidio. Thanks to him, Haley could say definitely that Mercer was not at any of the hotels or more prominent boarding houses in the city, at least under his own name. “And you haven’t seen him since he got into the cab at the station?” the colonel summed up.. Haley’s reply was unexpected: “Yes, sor, I seen him this day, in the morning, in this same hotel.” “Where?” “Drinking coffee at a table in th’ coort. He wint out, havin’ paid the man, not a-signin’ an’ he guT the waiter enough to make him • say ‘Thank ye, sor,’ but not enough to make him smile and stay round to pull aff the chair. I follied him to the dure, but he got into an autymobile—” “Get the number?” “Yis, sor. Number—here ’tis, sor, I wrote it down to make sure.” He passed over to the colonel an old en velope on which was written a number. *“M. 20139,” read the colonel, care fully noting down the number in his own memorandum book. And he re flected : “That is a Massachusetts num ber—humph!” Haley’s information ended there. He heard of Archie’s disappearance with his usual stolid mien, but his hands slowly clenched. The colonel con tinued : “You are to find Out, if you can, by scraping acquaintance with the car riage men, if that auto—you have written a description, I see, as well as the number—find out if that auto left this hotel this afternoon between six and seven o’clock. Find out who were in it. Find out where it is kept and who owns it. Get H. Birdsall, Mer phantc’ hnilriinsr tn 8And a iwiQ ms story ne wouiu—wen, uc would have his mind settled one way or another. Here the telephone bell rang; the manager informed Col. Winter that Mrs. Wigglesworth had returned. “Wigglesworth? What an extraor dinary name!” cried Millicent when the colonel shared his information. “Good old New England name; I know some extremely nice Wiggles worths in Boston,” Mrs. Winter amended with a touch of hauteur; and, at this moment, there came a knock at the door. There is all the difference in the world between knocks; a knock as often as not conveys a most uninten tional hint in regard to the character of the one behind the knuckles; and often, also, the mood of the knocker is reflected in the sound which he makes. Were there truth in this, one would judge that the person who knocked at this moment must be a woman, for the knock was not loud, but almost timid ly gentle; one might even guess that she was agitated, for the tapping was in a hurried, uneven measure. “I believe it is Mrs. Wigglesworth herself,” declared Aunt Rebecca. “Ber tie, I'm going into the other room; she will talk more freely to you. She would want to spare my nerves. That is the nuisance of being old. Now open the doer.” She was half-way across the thresh old before she finished, and the colo nel’s fingers on the doorknob waited only for the closing of her door to turn to admit the lady in waiting. A lady she was beyond doubt, and any one who had traveled would have been sure that she was a lady from Massachusetts. She wore that little close ionret which certain elderly Bos ton gentlewomen can neither be driv en nor allured to abandon; her rich and quiet black silken gown might have bees made any year within the last live, and her furs would have graced a princess. She had beautiful gray hair and a soft complexion and wore glasses. Equally evident to the observer was the fact of her sup pressed agitation. She waved aside the colonel’s prof fered chair, introducing herself in a musical, almost tremulous voice with the crisp enunciation of her section of the country. “I am Mrs. Wigglee worth; I understand. Col. Winter— you?—y-yes, no, thank you, I will not sit I—I understand Mrs. Winter—ah, your aunt, is an elderly woman.” “This is my sister-in-law, Mrs. Mel ville Winter,” explained the colonel. “My aunt is elderly in years, but in nothing else." The colonel, in a few words, dis played the situation. He had pre vailed upon his visitor to sit down, and while he spoke he noticed that her hands held each other tightly, al though she appeared perfectly com posed and did not interrupt. She an swered his questions directly and quietly. She had been away taking tea with a friend; she had remained to dine. Her maid had gone but ear lier to spend the day and night with a sister in the city; so the room was empty between six and seven o’clock. “The chambermaid wasn’t there, then?” “I don’t think so. She usually .does the room and brings the towels for the bath in the morning. But I asked her, to make sure, and she says that ishe was not there since morning. She seems a good girl; I think she didn’t —but I have found something. At least I am af—I may have found some thing. I thought I might see Mrs. Winter’s niece about it”—she glanced man to help you. Walt, I’ve a card ready for you to give him from me; he has sent me men before. Report by telephone as soon as you know any thing. If I’m not here, speak Spanish and have them write It down. Be back here to-night by ten, if you can, yourself." Haley dismissed, and his own ap petite for dinner effectually dispelled by his report, Winter joined his aunt. Should he tell her his suspicions and their ground? Wasn’t he morally obliged, now, to tell her? She was co guardian with him of the boy, who, he had no doubt, had been spirited away , by Mercer and his accomplice; and hadn’t she a right tc any information on the matter in bis possession? Reluctantly he admitted that she did have such a right; and, he ad mitted further, being a man who never cheated at solitaire, that his object in keeping the talk of the two men from her had not been so much the desire to guard her nerves (which he knew perfectly well were of a robuster fiber than those of most women 20 or 40 years younger than she); no, he admitted it grimly, he had not so much spared his aunt as Janet Smith; he could not bear to direct suspicion to ward her. But how could he keep si lent longer? Kicking this question about in his mind, he spoiled the flavor of his after-dinner cigar, although his aunt graciously bade him smoke it in her parlor. Anri still Miss Smith had not re turned; really, it was only fair to her to have her present when he told his story to his aunt; no, he was not grab bing at any excuse for delay; if he could watch that girl’s face while he ♦Of course, no allusions are made to ony real M. 20138. i IZ,L,U<£T&ATIObT<&} S copy’ft.iGHT' /sot ■ ■■■ — aoaa J-s4C&fiu.JL^o±_ toward MilHcent, who said, “Certain ly,” at a venture; and looked fright ened. “And you found—?” said the colonel. “Only this. I went to my rooms, turned on the light and was taking oft my gloves before I untied my bonnet. One of my rings fell on the floor. It went under a rug, and I at once, re marked that it was a different place for the rug to the one where it had been before. Before, it was in front of the dresser, a very natural place, but now it is on the carpet to one side, a place where there seemed no reason for its presence. These details seem trivial, but—” “I can see they are not,” said the colonel. “Pray proceed, madam. The ring had ro”ed under the rug!” Mrs. Wig„.esworth gave him a grate ful nod. “Yes, it had. And when I removed the rug I saw it; but as I bent to pick it up I saw something else. In one place there was a stain, as large as the palm of my hand, a little pool of—it looks like blood.” Mrs. Mellville uttered an exclama tion of horror. The colonel’s face stiffened; but there was no change in his polite at tention. “May we be permitted to see this— ah, stain?” said he. The three stepped through the cor ridor to the outside door, and went into the chamber. The rug was flung to one side, and there on the gray vel vet nap of the carpet was an irregular, sprawling stain about which were spattered other stains, some crimson, some almost black. watch. He is made up as a bellboy (with the hotel manager’s consent, of course); either I, or Milicent, or that boy has kept an eye on the Keatcham doors and the next room ever since I found Archie was gone. No one has gone out with our seeing him. If any suspicious person goes out, we have it arranged to detain him long enough for me to get a good look. I can tell you exactly who left the room.” “It is you who are the wonder, Ber tie,” said Aunt Rebecca, a little wear! ly, but smiling. “Who has gone out?” “At seven Mr. Keatcham’s secretary went down to the office and ordered dinner, very carefully. I didn’t see him, but my sleuth did. He had the secretary and the valet of the Keatch am party pointed out to him; he saw them. They had one visitor, young Arnold, the Arnold’s son—” "The one who has all the orange groves and railways? Yes, I knew his father.” “That one; he only came a few mo ments since. Mr. Keatcham and his secretary dined together, and Keatch am’s own man waited on them; but the waiter for this floor brought up the dishes. At nine the dishes were brought out and my man helped Keatcham’s valet to pile them a lfttle farther down the corridor in the hall.” These items the colonel was reading out of his little red book. “You have put all that down. Do you think it means anything?” “I have put everything down. One can’t weed until there is a crop of In formation, you know.” “True,” murmured Aunt Rebecca, nodding her head, thoughtfully. "Well, did anything else happen?” “The secretarv Dosted a lot of let Millicent recoiled, shuddering. The colonel knelt down and examined the stains. “Yes,” he said, very quietly, “you are right, it is blood.” There was a tap on the door, which was opened immediately without wait ing for a permission. Millicent, rigid with fright, could only stare helpless ly at the erect figure, the composed, pale face and the brilliant, imperious eyes of her aunt. "What did you say, Bertie?” said Rebecca Winter. “I think I have a right to the whole truth." CHAPTER VI. The Voice in the Telephone. “Well, Bertie?” Mrs. Winter had gone back to her parlor in the most docile manner in the world. Her sub mission struck Rupert on the heart; it was as if she were stunned, he felt. He was sitting opposite her, his slender, rather short figure looking shrunken in the huge, ugly uphol stered easy chair; he kept an almost constrained attitude of military erect ness, of which he was conscious, him self; and at which he smiled forlornly, recalling the same pose in Haley when ever the sergeant was disconcerted. “But, first,” pursued his aunt, “who was that red-headed bellboy with whom you exchanged signals in the hall?” The colonel suppressed a whistle. “Aunt Becky, you’re a wonder! Did you notice? And he simply shut the palm of his hand! Why, it’s this way; I was convinced that Archie must be on the premises; he couldn’t get ofT. So I telephoned a detective that I know here, a private agency, not the police, to send me a sure man to ters in the shute. They are all smo king now. Yes—” he was on his feet and at the door in almost a single mo tion. There had been just the slight est tattoo on the panel. When the door was opened the colonel could hear the rattle of the elevator. Ho was too late to catch it, but he could see the inmates. Three gentlemen stood in the car. One was Keatcham, the other two had their backs to Win ter. One seemed to be supporting Keatcham, who looked pale. He saw the colonel and darted at him a single glance in which was something like poignant appeal; what, it wal too brief for the receiver to decide, for in the space of an eye blink a shoulder of the other man intervened, and simultan^ ously the elevator car began to sink. There was need to decide instantly who should follow, who stay on guard. Rupert bade the boy go down by the stairs, while, with a kind of bulldog instinct, he clung to the rooms. The lad was to fetch the manager and the keys of the Keatcham suite. Meanwhile Rupert paced back and forth before the closed doors, whence there penetrated the rustle of packing and a murmur of voices. Presently Keatcham’s valet opened the farther door.. He spoke to some one Inside. “Yes, sir,” he said, "the porter hought to be ’ere now.” The porter was there; at least he was coming down the corridor which led to the elevator, trundling his truck before him. He entered the rooms and busied himself about the luggage, (TO BE CONTINUED.) A NARROW ESCAPE A) _ Incident of tho Famous Sepoy Rebel lion in India. The recent death of the son of Sir Henry Lawrence, the famous hero of the defense of Lucknow, carries the at tention back to the days of the Sepoy rebellion. One of the strangest inci dents of that terrible time is told by William Forbes Mitchell in his “Rem iniscences of the Great Mutiny." Mr. Mitchell, who was sergeant of a High land regiment, had the misfortune, during a battle, to lose the greatcoat which every soldier carried folded in what was known as a “Crimean roll,” and strapped to the shoulders in such a manner that it crossed the breast. “Many a man owed his life ^ to the fact that bullets became spent Ifa pass ing through these rolls. It happened that in the heat of the fight my roll was cut right through where the two ends were fastened together by the stroke of a keen-edged tulwar, which was intended to cut me. , “As the day was warm, I was rather (rot ~<j| nf If Hiif Kv ton ftVlnrk nothing. Moving carefully I lifted the lamp over my head, looking cau tiously ’round, until I was m the cen ter of the great vault, where my prog ress was obstructed by a big black heap, about four or five feet high, which felt to my feet like loose sand. “I lowered my lamp and discovered I was standing ankle-deep In loose gunpowder. About 40 hundredweight of it lay under my nose, and a hasty glance ’round showed me 20 or 30 bar rels of the same substance, over 100 eight-inch shells all loaded and with fuses fixed, and a profusion of spare fuses and slow matches lying about. “I took in my danger at a glance. There I was, up to my knees nearly in gunpowder, with a naked light in my hand. My hair literally stood on end, and my knees knocked together. Cold perspiration broke out all over me. I had neither cloth nor handkerchief in my pocket with which to extinguish my light, and the next moment might be my last, for the overhanging wick already threatened to send me smol dering red top to my feet, with con sequences too dreadful to contemplate. “Quick as thought I put my left hand under the down-dropping flame, and clasping it firmly, slowly turned to the door. "Fear so overcame all other sensa tion that I felt no pain of the burn un til I was outside; then it was sharp enough. I poured the oil from the lamp into my burned hand. * Then I knelt down and thanked God. “Next, I staggered to Capt. Dawson and told him. He did not believe me, and told me I had waked up from a dream. I showed him the powder still sticking on my wet feet. He in-* stantly roused the sleeping men and quenched every spark of Are on the premises.” At the Earth’s Center. According to a German scientist, the center of the earth is'a core of iron or similar material, nearly 6,000 miles in diameter, separated from the outer stony crust, 1,000 miles thick, by e layer of some plastic material. O'—“ CJ — --—» at night there was a difference in temperature, and when I was relieved from patrol duty and wanted to lie down to sleep, I felt the cold, wet grass anything but comfortable, for a kilt is not the most suitable article of dress on a cold November night in upper India. “My company was encamped in and about the tomb of the first king of Oudh. 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TOILET ANTISEPTIC -NOTHING LIKE IT FOR flip ■ f || Paxtine excels any dentifrice I Ht I tt I n in cleansing, whitening and removing tartar from the teeth, besides destroying all germs of decay and disease which ordinary tooth preparations cannot do. fup limiflJ Paxtine used as a mouth I nc IHUU I n wash disinfects the mouth and throat, purifies the breath, and kills the germs which collect in the mouth, causing sore throat, bad teeth, bad breath, grippe, and much sickness. f|jp PYpQ when inflamed, tired, ache I Ht t T tw and burn, may be instantly relieved and strengthened by Paxtine. j%af ADDII PBXt'ne will destroy the germs IfA IAHHH that cause catarrh, heal the in flammation and slop the discharge. It is a sum remedy for uterine catarrh. Paxtine is a harmless yet powerful gennicide.disinfetik.nt ana deodorizer. Used in bathing it destroys odors and leaves the body antiseprically clean. FOR BALE AT DRUG STORES,SOc. OR POSTPAID BY MAIL. LARGE SAMPLE FREE! THE PAXTON TOILET OO.. 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