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THE CIRCULAR STAIRCASE MaRV ❖ ROBERTS 4 niNTHART ULmmmm by k•?*/&**+ '^FYIUCMT nom »r mmi-wmi/o “ / 8YN0P8I3. Miss Innes, spinster and guardian of Gertrude and Halsey, established summer headquarters at Sunnyside. Amidst nu merous difficulties the servants deserted. As Miss Innes locked up for the night she was startled by a dark figure on the veranda. Unseemly noises disturbed her during the night. In the morning Miss Innes found a strange link cuff-button in a hamper. Gertrude and Halsey arrived with Jack Bailey. The house was awak ened by a revolver shot and Arnold ^Arm strong was found shot to death in the hall. Miss Innes found Halsey’s revolver on the lawn. He and Jack Bailey had dis appeared. The link cuff-button mysteri ously disappeared. Detective Jamieson arrived. Gertrude revealed she was en gaged to Jack Bailey, with whom she talked in the billiard room a few mo ments before the murder. Jamieson ac cused Miss Innes of holding back evi dence. He imprisoned an intruder in an empty room. The prisoner escaped down a laundry chute. Gertrude was suspected. A negro found the other half of what proved to be Jack Bailey's cuff-button. Halsey reappears and says he and Bailey left in response to a telegram. Gertrude said she had given Bailey an unloaded revolver, fearing to give him a loaded weapon. Cashier Bailey of Paul Arm strong's bank, defunct, was arrested for embezzlement. Halsey said Armstrong wrecked his own bank and could clear Bailey. Paul Armstrong’s death was an nounced. Halsey’s fiancee. Louise Arm strong. was found at the lodge The lodgekeeper said Louise and Arnold had a long talk the night of the murder. Lou ise was prostrated. Louise told Halsey, that while she still loved him she was to marry another, and that he would despise her when he learned the whole story. It developed that Dr. Walker and Louise were to he married. A prowler was heard in the house. Louise was found at the bottom of the circular staircase. Louise said she had heard a knock at the door and answered it. Something brushed past her on the stairway and she fainted. CHAPTER XVII.—Continued. “You heard no other sound?” the coroner asked. “There was no one with Mr. Armstrong when he en tered?” “It was perfectly dark. There were no voices and I heard nothing. There was just the opening of the door, the shot, and the sound of somebody fall ing.” “Then, while you went through the drawing room and upstairs to alarm the household, the criminal, whoever it was, could have escaped by the east door?" “Yes.” “Thank you. That will do.” I flatter myself that the coroner got little enough out of me. I saw Mr. Jamieson smiling to himself, and the coroner gave me up, after a time. I admitted I had found the body, said I had not known who it was until Mr. Jarvis told me, and ended by looking up at Barbara Fitzhugh and saying that in renting the house I had not expected to be involved in any family scandal. At which she turned purple. The verdict was that Arnold Arm strong had met his death at the hands of a parson or persons unknown, and we prepared to leave. Barbara Fitz hugh flounced out without waiting to speak to me, but Mr. Harton came up, as I knew he would. “You have decided to give up the house, I hope, Miss Innes.” he said. “Mrs. Armstrong has wired me again.” “I am not going to give it up,” I maintained, “until I understand some things that are puzzling me. The day that the murderer is discovered, I will leave.” “Then, judging by what I have heard, you will be back in the city very soon,” he said. And I knew that he suspected the discredited cashier of the Traders’ bank. Mr. Jamieson came up to me as I was about to leave the coroner's of fice. “How is your patient?” he asked with his odd little smile. “I have no patient,” I replied, startled. “I will put it in a different way, then. How is Miss Armstrong?” “She—she is doing very well,” I stammered. “Good,” cheerfully. “And our ghost? Is it laid?” “Mr. Jamieson,” I said suddenly, “I wish you would come to Sunnyside and spend a few days there. The ghost is not laid. I want you to spend one nieht at least watching the cir cular staircase. The murder of Arnold Armstrong was a beginning, not an end.” He looked serious. “Perhaps I can do it,” he said. “I have been doing something else, but —well, I will come out to-night.” We were very silent during the trip back to Sunnyside. I watched Gertrude closely and somewhat sadly. To me there was one glaring flaw in her story, and it seemed to stand out for every one to see. Arnold Arm strong had had no key, and yet she said she had locked the east door. He must have been admitted from within the house; over and over I repeated it to myself. That night, as gently as I could, I told Louise the story of her step brother’s death. She sat in her big, pillow-ailed chair, and heard me through without interruption. It was clear that she was shocked beyond words; if I had hoped to learn any thing from her expression, I had failed. She was as much in the dark as we were. CHAPTER XVIII. A Hole in the Wall. My taking the detective out to Sun nyside raised an unexpected storm of protest from Gertrude and Halsey. I was not prepared for it, and I scarcely knew how to account for it. To me Mr. Jamieson was far less formidable under my eyes, where I knew what he was doing, than he was off in the city, twisting circumstances and motives to suit himself and learning what he wished to know about events at Sun nyside in some occult way. I was glad enough to have him there, when excitements began to come thick and fast. A new element was about to enter into affairs; Monday, or Tuesday at the latest, would find Dr. Walker back in his green and white house in the village, and Louise's attitude to him in the immediate future would slgnl ness, as it might turn out. Then, too, fy Halsey’s happiness or wretched the return of her mother would mean, of course, that she would have to leave us, and I had become greatly at tached to her. From the day Mr. Jamieson came to Sunnyside, there was a subtle change in Gertrude's manner to me. It was elusive, difficult to analyze, but it was there. She was no longer frank with me, although I think her affec tion never wavered. At the time I laid the change to the fact that I had for bidden all communication with John Bailey, and had refused to acknowl edge any engagement between the two. Gertrude spent much of her time wandering through the grounds, or taking long cross-country walks. Halsey played golf at the Country club day after day, and after Louise left, as she did the following week, Mr. Jamieson and I were much to gether. He played a fair game of crib bage, but he cheated at solitaire. The night the detective arrived, Saturday, I had a talk with him. I and put one on every stair in the house, and you’ll never catch any thing. There’s some things you can't handcuff.” Liddy was right. As soon as I could, I went up to the trunkroom, which was directly over my bedroom. The plan of the upper story of the house was like that of the second floor, in the main. One end, however, over the east wing, had been left only roug ly finished, the intention having been to convert it into a ballroom at some future time. The maids’ rooms, trunk room, and various storerooms, includ ing a large airy linen room, opened from a long corridor, like that on the second floor. And in the trunkroom, as Liddy had said, was a fresh break in the plaster. Not only in the plaster, but through the lathing, the aperture extended. I reached into the opening, and three feet away, perhaps, I could touch the bricks of the partition wall. For some reason the architect in building the house had left a space there that i struck me, even in the surprise of the There Was Something Baffling in the Girl’s Eyes. told him of the experiences Louise Armstrong had had the night before on the circular staircase, and about the man who had so frightened Rosie on the drive. I saw that he thought the information was important, and to my suggestion that we put an addi tional lock on the east wing door he opposed a strong negative. “I think it probable,” he said, "that our visitor will be back again, and the thing to do is to leave things ex actly as they are, to avoid rousing suspicion. Then I can watch for at least a part of each night and prob ably Mr. Innes will help us out. I would say as little to Thomas as pos sible. The old man knows more than he is willing to admit.” I suggested that Alex, the gardener, would probably be willing to help, and Mr. Jamieson undertook to make the arrangement. For one night, how ever, Mr. Jamieson preferred to watch alone. Apparently nothing occurred. The detective sat in absolute dark ness on the lower step of the stairs, dozing, he said afterwards, how and then. Nothing could pass him in either direction, and the door in the morning remained as securely fast ened as it had been the night before. And yet one of the most inexplicable occurrences of the whole affair took place that very night. Liddy came to my room on Sunday morning with a face as long as the moral law. She laid out my things as usual, but I missed her customary garrulousness. I was not regaled with the new cook’s extravagance as to eggs, and sbu even forbore to mention “that Jamieson,” on whose arrival she had looked with silent disfavor. “What’s the matter, Liddy?” I asked, at last. “Didn’t you sleep last night?” “No, ma’am,” she said stiffly. “Did you have two cups of coffee at your dinner?” I Inquired. “No, ma’m,” indignantly. I sat up and almost upset my hot water—I always take a cup of hot wa ter with a pinch of salt, before I get up. It. tones the stomach. “Liddy Allen,” I said, “stop combing that switch and tell me what is wrong with you.” Liddy heaved a sigh. “Girl and woman,” she said, “I’ve been with you 25 years, Miss Rachel, through good temper and bad—” the idea! and what I have taken from her in the way of sulks!—“but I guess I can’t stand it any longer. My trunk’s packed.” “Who packed it?” I asked, expecting from her tone to be told she had wakened to find it done by some ghostly hand. “I did; Miss Rachel, you won’t be lieve me when I tell you this house is haunted. Who was it fell down the clothes chute? Who was it scared Miss Louise almost into her grave?” “I’m doing my best to find out,” I said. “What in the world are you driving at?” She drew a long breath. “There is a hole in the trunkroom wall, dug out since last night It’s big enough to put your head in, and the plaster’s all over the place.” “Nonsense!” I said. “Plaster is al ways falling.” But Liddy clenched that. “Just ask Alex,” she said. “When he put the new cook’s trunk there last night the wall was as smooth as this. This morning it’s dug out, and there’s plaster on the cook’s trunk. Miss Rachel, you can get a dozen detectives discovery, as an excellent place for a conflagration to gain headway. “You are sure the hole was not here yesterday?” I asked Liddy, whose ex pression was a mixture of satisfaction and alarm. In answer she pointed to the new cook’s trunk—that necessary adjunct of the migratory domestic. The top was covered with She white plaster, as was the floor. But there were no large pieces of mortar lying around— no bits of lathing. When I mentioned this to Liddy she merely raised her eyebrows. Being quite confident that the gap was of unholy origin, she did not concern herself with such trifles as a bit of mortar and lath. No doubt they were even then heaped neatly on a gravestone in the Casanova churchyard! I brought Mr. Jamieson up to see the hole in the wall, directly after breakfast. His expression was very odd when he looked at it, and the first thing he did was to try to discover what object, if any, such a hole could have. He got a piece of candle, and by enlarging the aperture a little was able to examine what lay beyond. The result was nil. The trunkroom, al though heated by steam heat, like the rest of the house, boasted of a fire place and mantel as well. The open ing had been made between the flue and the outer wall of the house. There was revealed, however, on inspection, only the brick of the chimney on one side and the outer wall of the house on the other; in depth the space ex tended only to the flooring. The breach had been made about four feet from the floor, and inside were all the missing bits of plaster. It had been a methodical ghost. It was very much of a disappoint ment. I had expected a secret room, at the very least, and I think even Mr. Jamieson had fancied he might at last have a clew to the mystery. There was evidently nothing more to be dis covered; Liddy reported that every thing was serene among the servants, and that none of them had been dis turbed by the noise. The maddening thing, however, was that the nightly visitor had evidently more than one way of gaining access to the house, and we m 1 arrangements to redouble our vigilance as to windows and doors that night. Halsey was Inclined to pooh-pooh the whole affair. He said a break in the plaster might have occurred months ago and gone unnoticed, and that the dust had probably been stirred up the day before. After all, we had to let it got at that, but we put in an uncomfortable Sunday. Ger trude went to church, and Halsey took a long walk in the morning. Louise was able to sit up, and she allowed Halsey and Liddy to assist her down stairs late in the afternoon. The east veranda was shady, green with vines and palms, cheerful with cushions and lounging chairs. We put Louise in a steamer chair, and she sat there passively enough, her hands clasped in her lap. We were very silent. Halsey sat on the rail with a pipe, openly watching Louise, as she looked broodingly across the valley to the hills. There was something baffling in the girl’s eyes; and gradually Halsey’s boyish features lost their glow at seeing her about again, and settled into grim lines. He was like his father just We sat until late afternoon, Halsey growing more and more moody. Short ly before six he got up and went into the house, and in a few minutes he came out and called me to the tele phone. It was Anna Whitcomb, in town, and she kept me for 20 minutes, telling me the children had had the measles and how Mme. Sweeny had botched her new gown. When I finished, Liddy was behind me, her mouth a thin line. “I wish you would try to look cheer ful, Liddy,” I groaned, “your face would sour milk." But Liddy seldom replied to my gibes. She folded her lips a little tighter. “He called her up,” she said oracu larly, “he called her up, and asked her to keep you at the telephone, so he could talk to Miss Louise. A thank less child is sharper than a serpent’s tooth.” “Nonsense!” I said brusquely. “I might have known enough to leave them. It’s a long time since you and I were in love, Liddy, and—we for get.” Liddy sniffed. “No man ever made a fool of me,” she replied virtuously. “Well, something did,” I retorted. CHAPTER XIX. Concerning Thomas. “Mr. Jamieson,” I said, when we found ourselves alone after dinner that night, “the inquest yesterday seemed to me the merest recapitula tion of things that were already known. It developed nothing new be yond that story of Dr. Stewart's, and that was volunteered.” “An inquest is only a necessary for mality, Miss Innes,” he replied. “Un less a crime is committed in the open the inquest does nothing beyond get ting evidence from witnesses while events are still in their minds. The police step in later. You and I both know how many important things never transpired. For instance: The dead man had no key, and yet Miss Gertrude testified to a fumbling at the lock, and then the opening of the door. The piece of evidence you men tion, Dr. Stewart’s story, is one of those things we have to take cautious ly; the doctor has a patient who wears black and does not raise her veil. Why, it is the typical mysteri ous lady! Then the good doctor comes across Arnold Armstrong, who was a graceless scamp—de mortuis— what’s the rest of it?—and he is quar reling with a lady In black. Behold, says the doctor, they are one and the same.” (TO BE CONTINUED.) Mule Discovers Rich Mine Ownership of Property Subject of In teresting Decision by Spokane Judge. Judge Norman S. Buck, a' member of the lower house of the Washington legislature died at Spokane. Judge Buck was a pioneer resident of that district and of the Coeur d’Alene min ing district and was widely known and popular. In the late ’80’s Judge Buck render ed a decision while sitting on the bench in Idaho that attracted atten tion throughout the nation, as it de cided the ownerfchip of the Bunker Hill and Sullivan mjne, the greatest silver-lead producer in the world, still said to worth $10,000,000 and having an annual output of over $3,000,000. The mine was located by Phil O’Rourke and his partner during a prospecting tour in the winter of 1884 85 as a result of the uncovering of the outcropping through the pawing of a pack mule which they had found astray and appropriated. "Dutch e Jake” Goetz and Harry Baer owned the mule, and Judge Buck decided that they were therefore ^entitled to a grubstake interest in the mine. They sold their interest for $300,000, which became the foundation for a much greater fortune accumulated in busi ness in Spokane. Sameness. “There is a certain sameness about natural scenery,” said the man who looks bored. “Do you mean to compare a mag nificent mountain with the broad ex panse of the sea?” "Yes. Wherever you find a spot of exceptional beauty somebody is sure fo decorate it with sardine tins and biscuit boxes.” The Natural Result. “I wonder,” she sighed, “why they always talk of the sad sea waves?” “Because,” he answered, “the sea is always blue.” THOSE SHORT COATS INNUMERABLE EDITIONS TO CHOOSE FROM. - 3 - Y Serious Consideration Demanded on the Part of the Woman Who In tends to Make a Long or 8hort Journey. When the short-coated suit for trav eling is to be decided upon, which of the many editions are you going to choose? The problem confronts wom ankind. and a certain discretion must be exercised or there will appear some figures In our midst that will bring down well-deserved ridicule up on the heads of the offenders. Just as soon as a woman considers her figure in relation to the garments that she purchases will there be a marked decimation of the ranks of indifferently, nay, execrably, dressed followers of fashion. Whether you be tall, slender or ol generous proportions, the question of the short coat assails you. Which shall it be? The slender, sylphlike creature is indeed fortunate in this age of sup pressed curves, for her figure is able to wear the short coat without the annoying consideration of the pros and the cons. Her coat may be belted in wu'th a wide patent leather belt, and the peplum can be varied in line, cut sway at the front or turned up at the corner in military style at the front lines or back. The slenderness at the hips is the point that allows this. The short woman must be judicious when selecting her coat. That model that emphasizes length of line must be chosen. The long revers, the point ed line at the bottom, the disposition of trimming in long, narrow vertical lines—these are the main guide-posts. Stout women are less fortunate since the curtailed coat has been re instated. Sleeves must not be too full; the lengthened -narrow collar, small buttons and a lack of trim mings should characterize the coats of the heavier figures. Stitched straps are excellent for all forms. Embroidered plastrons must bo placed In advantageous position, always keeping well In mind the fact that decoration must not be obstrus ive, but a harmonious part of the whole scheme. On the short coat they may be widely used. Side panels of braid, embroidery of stitched material give grace, but a certain thickness of the body which it were wise for the stout woman to eschew. The variation of the fasten ing is another note that must be ta ken into consideration when the short coat is decided upon. One more point. Look well at the skirt with which the short jacket is to be worn. Remember that here lies the effect that will accentuate the short lines, or serve to mitigate the change that undoubtedly results from this season’s note. Whether the jackets of shorter length will be able to extend on into the next season is a moot point, but while they are here they must be chosen with due regard for the women within. LATEST “CHARLOTTE." The one shown above is made ol spotted net, edged with pale blue satin, soft bow of satin. SATIN STITCH EMBROIDERY Found Most Suitable for Marking 1 Many Articles When Bold Let ters Are Needed. A very distinct monogram worked entirely in satin stitch is shown here. It is suitable for marking many ar ticles when bold letters are needed. The thickest parts must be padded to raise the work; three or four rows of running out with soft cotton will be needed for these, and two for the nar rower parts. Try This, Girls, The debutante of the season will have no difficulty In getting together the coveted six boxes of wedding < cake, which means that the seventh will be her own, for the list of brides to-be is long, and wedding receptions are in plenty, accordingly. The su perstition holds that no box must be opened. Each one must be tied to Its predecessors in order of date, and each one must be legitimately given to the owner as an invited guest—no cards transferable, so to speak. This charm never fails. It is said. A Dainty Apron. A charming apron for “afternoon tea and embroidery” wear is made with three yery deep scallops, each defined by a line up the apron of wide ribbon insertion, and each embroidered in the middle in a flower design. The material is sheer lawn, and the strings are of the same light-colored ribbon i as the embroidery-run insertion. RENOVATING THE SETTLE fild-Fashioned Bench With a Back Can Be Easily Converted Into a Porch Couch. If you are lucky enough to own one pf the long, old-fashioned settles that ire little more than wooden benches with high, open back, it can be con certed into a novel couch for a porch pr the living room of a country house. Fasten to each arm of the couch the inverted lid of a large flower barrel, rhis lid should have an inch-high rim. [f the dimensions are too large to fit securely to the arm a prop can be add 5d on the outer edge. This prop may be a strip of wood fastened to the seat of the couch diag pnally, or a broomstick handle can be nailed to the lid to form a leg. The lids at each end of the settle make convenient and ornamental shelves for books, workbags and vases pf flowers. When the couch is cov jred the lids can be adjusted in their natural position. To finish the settle scrape ofT the paint and varnish and give all the woodwork three coats of dark green, lark red or white paint, ending with a loat of enamel. For the seat, make a thin mattress stuffed witn hair or some patent fili ng. Cover with gay cretonne or den m. Arrange the cover so it buttons it the back for greater ease in wash ng. A flat pillow or two can be cov ered with the same material. When intended for Indoor use the settle may be left unpainted, though i coat or two of paint to make ends md couch alike will cost little, if the work is done at home. Fasten a thin mattress to seat and Pack and fit to the settle a cover of striped linen, such as is used for sum ner furniture coverings. The inverted lids are supplied with i separate cover of the linen. Where :he leg prop to the lid is used the jovering is fitted around It to give the pftect of a winged couch, the covered id extending beyond it. None of the woodwork of the settle shows the cover reaching to the floor ill around. If making such a cover is peyond your skill, it can be done more pceaply by having an upholsterer cut md fit it while you do the sewing and finding. COMMON SENSE IN DRESS Many Women Have Never Learned That Dress and Appearance Are Corelated. There Is a woman whom 1 see in the cars daily who has never learned that dress and appearance are at all corelated. She is a short, stout little body, and by the time she has; com pleted her toilet she looks likefe walk ing balloon. Her coats are always puffed as to sleeve and padded as to shoulder; her shirtwaists blouse; she wears wide bows at her nepk and on her hat; her shoes have broad, round points, and her light gloves make her hands look larger. I takes more than a regard for the direction in which a stripe runs to overcome a tendency to undue length or shortness. My frlepd’s costume would be ideal for the animated bean pole. But she herself should dress severely, in simple, straight lines; bar hats should be high, with erect plumes or ribbons:'her'cloves should be dark, t her shoes pointed, her clothing in general tight fitting. And if only all women abnormal in either direction as to height or weight would observe the same principle! Dresses for Small Girls. Shantung in the pastel and “raw’* shades is extremely in favor this year for the small girl’s frock and light summer coat, for which garments, too, ecolienne is chosen by some of the exclusive designers. Quite two-thirds of the frocks for small girls are col larless, and both round and square necks are seen. As a rule, the shan tung frock is made up with a low neck, and an adjustable chemisette ac companies it, to be put on when a high effect is necessary. But, again, even for the small girl’s dress and coat the tailored effects are resorted to. As for the shirtwaist suits which well-grown girls of eight to ten years are wearing, these nearly all are made up with prim bands and stitched plaits that reproduce the tailored neatness of their elder sisters’ waists, —Harper’s Baxar. , Constipation Vanishes Forever , Prompt Relief—Permanent Coro CARTER’S LITTLE . LIVER PILLS never (ail. Purely veget able—act rarely but gently no the liver. Stop after dinner cure indi gestion— improve the comi the eyes. Small Fill, Small Dean, Small I Genuine «u»beu Signature REST AND HEALTH at Eureka Springs, Heber Springs and Armstrong Springs, Ark., in the Ozark Mountains. Write C. D. WHITNEY Traffic Manager, M. & N. A. R. R., Eu reka Springs, Ark., for water analysis, rates, and how to get there. I Thompson’s Eyo Wator HOSTESS HAD TO OWN UP Domestic Secret Disclosed When the Guests Could Not Be Served With Pie. She was a woman of resource and ability and when her husband arrived for dinner with an unexpected guest she thought she had devised a way to meet the fact that she had but one piece of pie in the house and had in tended her husband should have that. She instructed him that when she sent to the kitchen for dessert he was to say he could not possibly eat any more than he had eaten and then the pie could be brought to her guest without his surmising that there was but one piece in the house. This might have worked out all right if the pie had not been so ex ceedingly good and her husband had not known this because he had It for dinner the day before. When the maid cleared away the dinner dishes the master of the house said he had no room for dessert. The guest said he felt £he same way. Then, when the master thought it was safe to do so, he changed his mind and said after all he guessed he would ta*ce dessert. The pie was brought. When it was half eaten the guest said it looked so good he thought he, too, would Indulge. “No, you won’t,” said the hostess, and she told the tale of the pie. THEIR IDEAS. First Woman—A smart woman caa fool a man all his life. Second Woman—And a smart man can only fool a woman until she finds it out. One Side Enough. Senator William Alden Smith tells of an Irish justice of the peace out in Michigan. In a trial the evidence was all in and the plaintiff’s attorney had made a long and very eloquent argument, when the lawyer acting for the defense arose. “What are you doing?” asked the justice, as the lawyer began. “Going to present our side of the case.” “I don’t want to hear both sides ar gued. It has a tindency to confuse * the coort.”—Washingtonian. A New Version. Lawyers have a peculiar system of abbreviation, such words as trustees, executors being cut down to trees, exors, and admors. This practise led to an amusing slip on the part of a solicitor, who, somewhat late in life, abandoned his profession and entered the church. A few Sundays after his ordination he startled his congrega tion while reading the lesson by deliv ering one of the passages as follows: “I see men as trustees walking." Didn’t Want His Chewed. Bill—Don't you like to see a dog chewing a bone? 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