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I'l HLISIilU) WFKKLY. SEgUAClIEE, : TENNESSEE. a AN OLD-FASHIONED PICTURE. An cltl-fashloned picture steals Into my dreaminK, a Dicture bo soothingly sweet ; A little, low cottKBe with roses half-hidinp the window that looks on the street. And a wcoian, within, has a smile for my coming (oh, done were so happy as we!) While the liahy she holds In her arm at the window Is waving his kisses to me. .All day at the fcrse and the anvil I whistled the sour she had taujrht me to sing, And the words she had sweetened and soft ened In Hpeakins were timed to my hammer's loud ring. And on my way homo how my heart leaped when reaching a bend In the street I could see The baby she held In her arms at the win dow a-wavlng his kisses to me. Not pone, but asleep In the churchyard, to gether, where old-fashioned roses en twine A wreath for the mossy old stone, they are waiting, those God-given treasures of mine; And though far away from their rest I have wandered, that old-fashioned picture I see, Ami the baby she holds in her arms at the window Is waving his kisses to me. Nixon Waterman, in L. A. W. Bulletin. From Clue to Climax. BY WILL H. HARDEN. Copyright 1896, by J. B. Llppincott Co. CHAPTER XII.-Contixued. "Then vou could not. tell whthpr h, heft a knife in his hand when he got up on the fatal night or not?" asked Hendricks. "Ah! No. I was a fool not to think of that; but I could not watch every thing. One has to concentrate his mind on a single idea to hypnotize success fully." "Quite right, doctor; but, having mv eyes well open, last night, though I did have to look through a slit in that screen over there, I observed that Mr. Whidby, before getting up, seemed to be trying to push something away from him. It was a knife the murderer was trying to give him. And finally when Mr. Whidby did getout of bed his hand was not closed." "Ah! I see," cried Dr. Lampkin. "I was very stupid." "Not at all," returned the detective, with a laugh. "I make a great many mistaiiCE, and sometimes Ujy niisutkes I help me to get on the right trak in the end. That was one point you missed. Here is the other. Come over to this window. Do you see anything unusual here?" "I examined it early this morning," broke in Col. Warrenton, putting on his eye-glasses, "but to save my life I could not guess what you were looking at last night." The detective put his finger on the window-sill. "Don't you see that little crack?" "Plainly now," said Dr. Lampkin; 4'but it means nothing to me." Hendricks looked around at the circle of faces. "After failing to put the knife into Mr. Whidby's hand, the murderer stuck it a big one it was, too right here, with the handle up; then he stood away and tried to make Mr. Whidby go to it and take it. He failed three times. You remember how Mr. Whidby would lowly draw near the window and then go back ? Well, that is the explanation. The hypnotist could not control his subject sufficiently. What did he do next? He made Mr. Whidby sit on the side of the bed, just as he did last night, you know, for about ten min utes. Then he took the knife himself, hastily, perhaps angrily, for you notice the wood is splintered a little. If he had been perfectly cool he would have drawn it out carefully. He was vexed oveirhis failure to control Mr: Whidby. His next move was to hypnotize Mr. Strong into a merry mood, and then he committed the deed. "What did her do after that? To me it is as plain as the nose on a man's face, for I made a thorough examina tion of that corner last night. He stood there with his dripping knife in his hand, and succeeded in controlling Mr. Whidby to the extent of making him go into the other room. He made him touch the murdered man's throat and return to bed. His plan was to make Mr. Whidby sleep till he was found next morning with signs of guilt on him. But, as you know, the cook, who usually called the two men in the morn ing, was absent. Mr. Whidby slept till late, waked of his own accord, and summoned the police with such an ap pearance of innocence that lie was not arrested." "We are delighted, and very grateful to you, Mr. Hendricks," said Col. War renton, when the detective had con cluded. "I'm sure it has taken a load off the minds of this young couple." "I can only say that I am so happy I cannot express my feelings on the subject," said Miss Delmar. She blushed as she caught Whidby'B arm, and they walked from the room. Hendrick3 found them in the library a few minutes later. Col. Warrenton and Dr. Lampkin having left the house. "I have explained all this for a pur 1ose, Mr. Whidby," said he. "As a rule, I make no explanations to tnynne till j a mystery is completely solved; out I j must have vour resistance at this point. rid I wanted to put you into a more hopeful humor. I think I may add that there is no one so deeply concerned in the discovery and detection of the crim inal as vou are." That's true," said Whidby, "and I feel so pleased with what you have just said that I would work my lingers to ihe bone to help you." "Do you think, Mr. Hendricks, iwked Miss lielmar, "that, if you don't succeed in capturing the criminal, the circum stances Burroundifg the affair will re flect on Mr. Whidby?" "In a way, yes, decidedly," was the reply. "There is not, 1 think, quite enough evidence to convict Mr. Whidby, but the circumstances are very awk ward. If we don't catch some outside party half the world will continue to believe Mr. Whidby guilty." "Continue?" asked Miss Delmar, with a sudden upward glance; "then you think?" "That public opinion is about half divided? Yes. You see, even if we offer the theory of hypnotism, it won't go down with the orthodox world, which doesn't believe in such things. By reading the papers you will see that there is really a great deal of hon est doubt of Mr. Whidby's innocence in all parts of the country." "That's true," sighed the girl. "Oh, please let me help you in some way! I'm sure I ought to be able to do some thing." "You shall help me and Mr. Whidby very soon; but I can't remain with you longer now to explain. Could you how would it suit both of you to meet me here this afternoon at two o'clock?" "I think I can come," gladly answered Miss Delmar. "Father has forbidden me to see " "I know that very well," smiled Hen dricks. "You see that you, too, have been watched." "I understood so," replied the girl; "but I didn't care. I knew my inten tions were good." "I discovered that pretty soon in fact, the moment I saw you with your veil off," said the detective "and felt ashamed of my precaution." He had risen and held his watch in his hand. "Will the arrangement suit you, Mr. Whidby?" "Perfectly," answered Whidby; and Hendricks bowed himself out of the room. CHAPTER XIII. Hendricks called a cab at the door and drove to the office of Capt. Welsh He found Welsh pacing the floor in a. fever of impatience. "I thought you would never tftrn up in the world," said Welsh, as they took scats. "It seems to me that everything is at a standstill. The city is wild with excitement and demanding that some' thing be done." Hendricks shrugged his shoulders as if he had only half heard ttie remark and had been disturbed m some train of thought. He reached for a cigar in a box on the captain's desk, bit the end of it, and then seemed to sink into a reverie again. Welsh stared at him a moment in vexation, then he said: "I was on the. watoli myself at the mayor's last night. About ten o'clock I saw Mrs. Walters slip out on the Iawti She eame very cautiously from the tear of the house. I saw her stoop to pick up something near where your um brclla was left, and then she returned by the front door." Hendricks nodded slowly, but did not look up from the spot on the carjet at w hich he had been staring for sev eral minutes. Welsh flushed slightly find went on awkwardly: "I had expected to find out alotabout her early life from a lady friend ot mine, but, as bad luck will have it, the lady has left the city for the sum mer, and I don't exactly know where she has gone. I was thinking of hunt ing her up and going to see. her, if you think" Hendricks rose abruptly. "I must write a letter," he said. "Give me some paper, please." Welsh's face fell as he rose and drew some writing materials from a drawer and put them before the detective. "Do you want me to cease my investi gations?" he asked, impatiently. Hendricks dipped a pen in the ink well, and as h did so he looked up and caught sight of the captain s face. "Oh, hang it aH, captain!" he said "pardon me; I have not heard half of what you were saying. I only caught enough at the start .to know that you were not on the right track. Let the woman alone for awhile. Do you re member I said that if I discovered cer tain things about a mysterious stranger in the city I should have to begin all over again?" "Yes, certainly, but " "I have begun all over again." And Hendricks began to write hurriedly "Can I help you in any way?" "I am afraid not now, captain. A little later, perhaps; but time is too val liable just now for useless explana tions; every minute must count. This is the hardest nut I ever tried torrack." Welsh said nothing further. He sank into a chair and looked out of a w in dow till Hendricks had finished and sealed his letter. ".Vow," said the detective, as he rose and grasped his hat, "1 am going out fur a little lunch, and then 1 hure an appointment. I shall see you later At two o'clock Hendricks rang the bell wit Ihe Strong homestead. Whidby himself opened hc door. "Is Miss Delmar here?" asked the le tecliv e. 'She has been here scleral minutes." answered Whidbv. "She is in the li bra rv." Good!" said Hendricks. "Now for business," he went on, cheerily, us he ntercd the library and bowed to Miss Delmar. ".Move 1111 vour chairs, both )f oo. There, that will do. Now. crc's what 1 want to get at. Col. Warrenton was good enough to put nie on to a little circumstance which he says he has not mentioned to you, Mr. Whidby, but which we must sift to the bottom. It may lead us to a motive for the crime, and that is what we are looking for. Do you hapien to know if vour uncle had an enemy of my sort?" Whidby shook his head thoughtfully. "I can't think who it could be, if he had one," he said. "On the contrary, uncle seemed to make friends with everyone." "You don't know much about Mr. Strong's early life which he spent in the mines out west, I believe?" 'No, I don't. He did not spcuk of it cften." "It is possible, you know, for him to have an enemy even that far back. Matthews, with whom I have talked, remembers your uncle's having a strange visitor here a year or so ago, while you were at the seashore. It seems that Mr. Strong had a sort of quarrel with him, and, for some reason of hi3 own, he requested Matthews not to mention the visitor to you. Now we must find that fellow if we can.' "But how are you going to do it?' asked Miss Delmar. "That's what I'm here for," replied Hendricks. "And you are both goiug to help me. Now, that visitor came here and threatened Mr. Strong about some thing, so Matthews says, and one w ho will threaten a man to his face is apt to do so in other ways. Mr. Whidby, do you remember ever having seen your uncle receive any letter w hich seemed to disturb him ot all?" Whidby reflected a moment, then he looked up with a 6tart. "Yes; I had not thought of it before, but my uncle hrts once or twice acted peculiarly after receiving letters. About a month ago he opened a letter at the breakfast table and seemed almost to turn sick over it. He was white nnd trembled all over. I asked him what was the matter, but he said he felt suddenly faint, and that was all he would tell me. I was concerned about him, and wanted to send for a doctor, but he refused to let me, and declarer) he was all right. He seemed so un- " Continue? " asked Mist Delmar. " Then you think-? " strung that I felt uneasy. I really feared his mind was affected, so I watched him through the curtains for awhile after he went into the room where he keeps his papers." "What did he do there? Try try to think of everything," urged the detec tive, his eyes glittering as he fixed them on the young man's face. "He stood at the window," went on Whidby, "and read the letter again. From where I was in the hall I could see the paper quivering in his hands. He remained there for a long time, as if in deep thought, and then threw the envelope into a waste-paper basket, took down a file, and put the letter care fully away." . "Ah, I see. Good, so far!" exclaimed Hendricks. "Do you think yoa would Iwiow that letter again?" "I don't know; perhaps so. It was in a large, square, bluish enTelope, and the sheet was of the same color, and of letter-paper size." "I am glad you remember those de tails," said Hendricks. "Now let's in spect that file. May we not go in the room where Mr. Strong kept his pa pers?" "Certainly," said Whidby. "The coast is clear. Matthews is staying down stairs. Iam answering the doorbell." "At this young lady's suggestion," said the detective, with a laugh, as they were crossing the hall. "Pray how did you guess that, I'd like to know?" Miss Delmar asked. "You were afraid your father would call here, and U Mr. Whidby answered the bell you would have time to hide. Is not that true?" "Perfectly," replied the girl, with a laugh. "I'm glad he isn't a famous de tective. He would have found me out long ngo." When they eutered the littlefoom and At 1 approached the 'esk, which who near a great iron sa'e by a window, Whi Tly Marled to draw the ctter-fi'.? 1101.1 a pile of books and papers on a shelf over head, but the detective culled out: "Hold on! Don't touch il!" and he In ought a chair and placed it under the shulf. Then he went to the window, raised the shade as high as it would go, and let in the .sunlight; after which he stepped upon the chair, and, with a hand 011 each end of the shelf, looked carefully at the books nnd papers on which the file rested. 1 "Ah, blast his ugly picture!" heejaeu lated. "He's noliody's fool " "What's the matter?" hs1o.n1 vYM-Jby. "We shan't find the letter, after ni.."1 Hendricks lifted the file and stepped down to the floor. "Why, you haven't looked," protested Miss Delmar. "Yes, I have," said the detective, in a disappointed tone. "Those books and papers up there are thickly covered with dust, but the file is comparatively free from it." "Ah!" said Miss Delmar. "Some one has been handling it." "Kxactly; and quite recently." Hen dricks opened the box-like file and be gan to turn over the papers fastened in by sharp-pointed steel prongs. "Ah! I see they are arranged according to date of arrival. Y'ou think, Mr. Whidby, that the letter you remember noticing came about a month ago. Well, we must turn to about the 20th of June. Ah! here is the spot: and, by Jove! out friend was in a hurry not so very cau tious, after nil." "What is it?" asked Whidby. "Be has torn a letter out at this place And it was a blue one, too, for he has left a tiny fragment of it on the prongs." Hendricks held a minute piecs of paper towards Whidby. "Does that look like the paper on which that particular let ter was written?" "I think so." Hendricks nodded, and put the torn piece into the back part of his watch case. Then, taking the letter-file to the window, he laid it on the end of the desk, and, keeping it open at the place where the letter had been abstracted, hi examined it closely. Miss Delmar drew nearer her lover. "I do hope he will find the crimiual It would make me happier than any thing in the world," she whispered. "I don't think there' is much hope,' replied Whidby, in a low tone, as he stealthily pressed her hand, his eyes on the broad back of the detective. "I think there is a great deal," said the girl. "Oh, I should simply be de lighted to be able to show papa that you are innocent, after all! He would nevei object then, you know, for you would be your uncle's legal heir, and worth n.ore money than I could ever expect from papa. If only " "By Jovel" Hendricks' startled ex clamation drew their eyes to him. He was holding the file close to his face and examining a letter with his lens. "What is it?" asked Whidby. "B-l-o-o-d ! " said Hendricks, playfully, in a deep, gurgling tone. "The fellow extracted that letter within two min utes after he cut Strong's throat." "How do you know?" asked Miss Del mar. "I find traces of blood on each of the two letters between which the missing one lay. So far, so good! Now, there :s but one cour-a of action, and if that fails I shall be nt sea; so, Mr. Whidby, keep your wits about you. The letter taken from this file must have been of such a nature that it would associate the writer of it with the crime. That means a good deal. It is quite likely that the murderer witnessed your un cle's reception of the letter and saw him file it away; otherwise he could not have gone to it so readily. Now, what we have to do is to find the envelope you say your uncle threw into the waste paeir basket." "Impossible," said Whidby. - "Why?" "Matthews has been looking after the rooms since the maid went off, and lie takes out the waste paper as soon as it accumulates. It must have ben thrown away several weeks ago." "Where does he throw such things ?' "I don't know." "Call him." Whidby rang, and in a minute Mat thews came up from the basement. ITO BE CONTINUED AmhlKOou. A noted evangelist is fond of telling of his experiences in preaching to the negroes in the south. At the close, of one of his meetings a very large old col ored woman cama up to him and shook his hand warmly while she said: "Goc1 bless you, Brudder Jones! Yon's evah body's preacher, an' evahbody loves ter heah you preach, an evah niggah love tc heah you; an' Brudder Jones, you preaches mo' like a niggah than any vv kite man that evah lived; an' Brudder Jones, you've got a white skin, but, fa 11k de Lawd, you've got a black heart!" Outlook. Merrill Altar from llnngrr. "Why don't we. walk on the averuo, as usual, instead of on this side street ?" she asked. But lie deftly changed the subj-ct, lathe ttnui adroit that ice cream signs had begun to appear. Detroit r'reo Press. The most dangerous waters in the world for the passage of ships lie of! the east coast of Knirland. Cape Cshant, in France, and Cape Finisterre, in Spjiu. FERSONAL AND LITERARY. Irving M, Titui ;'nll Garfield, son of the late pre-ideut. resides in Postnn, is 7 years of ajje, niul has just won his first law case in cilv courts. li'ev. Sherman ( 'oolidge. w ho is pre senting the cause of Indian missions! in various I'piscopul churches in the east, is, a full-blooded Arapahoe Indian. He was graduated from Ilobart col lege, Geneva, N. Y., and after his ordi nation to the priesthood he took up missionary work among the member of his tribe hi Wyoming. Only one of the nine generals now- having commands In the I'nited States army is a graduate of West Point. He is Maj.Gen. Wesley Merritt. The others are Maj.Gen. Nelson A. Miles, Maj.Gen. John 1. Brooke and Brig. Gens. I'.lwell S. Otis, John J. Coppinger, Willifitu It. Shafter, Willi um M. Graham, .laities F. Wade and Henry C. Mcrriam. After roaming around the world for several years J. S. Jacobs, of Lincoln, Ky returned to his native place and shortly afterward died. Bis father has had a curious monument placed over the young man's grave. It consists of a stone cut in the shape of an old-fash ioned satchel. On one side is the name of the deceased, and on the other the words: "Here is where he stopped last." A Louisviiie paper claims that as early as IS.Il William Kelly was em ploying in his furnaces at Kddyville, Ky., the process which was patented by Henry Bessemer in Kngland and this country in 1S5" and 1850. Sir Henry has just died enormously wealthy and crowned with honors as the benefactor of his race; William Kelly passnd away quietly in Louisville a' few years ago possessed of a modest fortune. John Burroughs has a sort of her mitage in a wild locality some miles back of the Hudson. It bears the pro saic name of "Slab Sides," descriptive of the walls of the modest domicile, which he constructed with his own hands. The four or five acres of ground contiguous to "Slab Sides" are owned by Burroughs and are utilized by him in the growth of celery. The author takes great delight in superintending the horticultural work on the place, and often passes weeks at a time in seclu sion, even cooking his own meals. MONITORS AS FIGHTING SHIPS. tmlrr Certain Conditions They Cnn Stnnd Off the lllKKUt Hr-i-tlenhip. of floating fighting machine whose, like is not possessed by any other nation. They have bean constructed for the especial purpose of defending the American coasts, which offer con ditions unlike those of almost every other nation. A monitor in the open sea or on a deep-water coast would light any other class of warship at Koiiip (1 i k:t (1 vfi n i !i (re nltlmun-h thpv nm v""v-. -rt. ...... ...v fair deep-water vessels." It .is in a sia.1- low, lanu-iocKcu naroor, sucn as tnat of New Y'ork, where the water is smooth and there is little chance for a large vessel to make quick maneuvers, that cho monitor type cnn fight to the best advantage, and experts are confident cilia I under such conditions a monitor would have the advantage of the most powerful battleship. The monitor, with her low freeboard, offers up target save her turret, and this is penetrable at practically only one point in its whole surface. Un less the enemy is able to approach un reasonably near and fire a big gun point-blank with exact aim at the very center of the cylindrical turret, there i.4 little chance of penetrating the mov ing wall of steel. Naval authorities are unanimous in the opinion that the. chance of shooting through" one of the turrets is small. The damage that might be done by the shock of a shot striking the tur let elsewhere is another matter, and on this point there is a wide divergence of opinion among experts. Nearly all turrets are moved by pairs of engines of various designs, operating internal gears on opposite sides. They rest on series of rollers placed in circles un der their outer edges. The rollers are in the shape of truncated cones and are from two to three feet apart. They serve the same purpose as ball bear ings, that is, they support the weight cf the turrets and their contents and also serve as bearings upon which the turrets shall revolve with the least pos sible friction. The rollers are protect ed either by a barbette, which is a sta tionary wall of armor plate rising straight from tihe deck, or by an in clined plate serving the same purpose. It is as difficult to strike the rollers with a shot a4 to penetrate the turret. The question which only actual experi ence can answer is whether or not the shvA-k of a shot striking the turret will derange the rollers or turning mechanism sufficiently to disable the monitor. There tire discussions on tin subject every day, and 110 agreement has been reunited. The general notion, however, is to the effect that a monitor would have the advantage in a single combat with a ship of any other class, jjiovided only that the condition of smooth water, lack of room for ma neuvering, nnd opportunity for devel oping speed, and the maintenance of a H'xmI fighting distance are proejjL N. V. Sun.