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SERIAL
STORY
The Mystery
OF
Carney = Croft
By
JOSEPH BROWN COOKE
(Copyright, 19U7. by 8tory-Pr*«« Corporation.)
CHAPTER XVI.—Continued.
She leaned forward weeping bitter
ly, and I said nothing until she began
to control herself once more and
choke down her sobs in an effort to
speak again. Then I said gently:
“Don't say anything more about it
mow, Miss Weston. I am sure you will
what is best, and though I am ut
terly at a loss to know what you
mean, I am, of course, willing to wait
a reasonable time until you are able to
tell me. I will trust you without
question, and in every way, but you
will understand that we both owe it
to Miss Carney to do away with all
this mystery as soon as we can. It is
spoiling her pleasure in life and ruin
ing her property, too, and, as her
friends, we must not let it continue
if we can possibly put a stop to it.”
“Oh, yes, I know,” she said, “but we
mustn’t stop it now. It’s too soon, Mr.
Ware, and if Florence should learn
the truth now it would break her
heart.”
“Why, what do you mean?” I ex
claimed. “You surely do' not expect
me to believe that this affair could
affect Miss Carney in any way, do
you?”
“Yes,” she moaned, rocking back and
forth in her seat and speaking with
difficulty, “it would affect her and all
of us here, but me, most of all, Mr.
Ware; me, most of all. When the time
comes it will be easier for everybody,
but nothing can be done now, or
things will be even worse than they
are. Oh, I do wish I could tell you
what little I know about it, Mr. Ware,
but I cannot, and I know that you will
trust me for a few days anyway.”
I walked slowly with her back to
the house, and, when dinner time
came and she sent down her excuses,
I learned that no one in the house was
aware that she had been ont during
the day.
Miss Carney looked pale and care
worn and said that she had spent the
• £ ?st part of the afternoon lying down
and nurBlng a severe headache. Mrs.
Randolph seemed reticent and de
pressed and the meal passed off slow
ly and without incident.
When we rose from the table I had
formulated a plan which, I thought,
might relieve the situation somewhat
and, apprising no one of my purpose, I
set out in the direction of the Widow
Bruce's cottage. It was my intention
to put the matter squarely before her
and ask her, not necessarily. an ex
planation of affairs, but a friendly co
operation with me in putting an end
to the annoyances she had been caus
ing.
I had not formed a bad opinion of
the woman from her appearance, and
the new turn things had taken made me
wonder if she, like Miss Weston, might
hot have been drawn into this business
unwillingly and in all innocence. More
over, I was convinced that matters
were far from being as tragic as Miss
Weston, in her hysterical emotion,
would have me believe, for I could not
conceive how a staid, respectable place
like Carney-Croft could, by any pos
sibility, be drawn into an affair that
might not be satisfactorily explained
in one way or another.
In a word, I had no doubt that a
quiet, good-natured talk with Mrs.
'Bruce would accomplish all that I
!could wish, and I was prepared to of
fer her money or any other induce-
Anent that she might name if she
jP’ouId let the matter drop. I confess
my curiosity was greatly excited,
but I was willing to forego all knowl
edge of the underlying facts in the
case if the Bruce woman and the rest
of them would only depart and leave
us in peace.
I approached the cottage from the
re*r, coming down by a short cut
through the fields, and as I turned
tho corner of the house by the open
sitting-room windows I heard a wom
an's voice sob out:
“Oh, I must! I must, Mrs. Bruce! I
cannot live unless I do!"*
Mrs. Bruce made some reply in a
gentle, soothing tone of wonderful
sweetness, and then she emerged from
the door of the cottage with her arm
affectionately around the waist of
Annie Weston, who was weeping as if
her heart would break. The two passed
on down the little gravel walk toward
the gate, while Mrs. Bruce continued
to pour words of comfort into the ear
of the agonized girl; and I turned and
retraced my steps to the house that I
might be there before Miss Weston ar
rived.
CHAPTER XVJI.
A Vale of Tears.
By walking rapidly and taking the
short path over the hill, I was able to
reach the house several minutes be- 1
fore Miss Weston, and just in time to
see Miss Carney come out of the
door and peer into the darkness In a
timid, hesitating way.
A “Oh. it's you, Mr. Ware,” she ex
claimed, with a nervous little laugh.
“I •ni so glad. I see who It
was at first, and I’m In such a fidgety
state to-night that I am almost ready
to start at my own shadow.”
She came down the steps and stood
by my side, while the light from the
open doorway streamed out and
touched her face so softly that it
poised in the surrounding darkness
like some faint, angelic picture ideal
ized by a master’s hand.
“I came out to try and find Annie,”
she went on, “she does not answer
when I rap at her door and I thought
she might be here. My! what was
that?” she gasped, coming closer to
me and grasping my arm.
It was only an owl far away in the
timberland and, when I told her, she
laughed quietly but almost hysterical
ly, and still clung to my side while we
listened to the weird, unearthly sound
that was wafted again and again to
our ears from out of the blackness of
the opposite river bank.
She shivered slightly and I said:
"You are cold, Miss Carney. Le me
get you a wrap, and then, won’t you
take a little walk? There’s a chill in
the air to-night and the exercise will
do you good.”
She made no reply, but looked at
me gratefully, as if I had done her
some great service. There was a warm
woolen golf cape just inside the door,
and, snatching it up, I hastened back
and threw it over her shoulders,
clasping it myself at her throat while
she drew her hands under it and
nestled comfortably in its generous
folds.
We turned and walked slowly down
the path under the stars, away from
the house and with our backs to the
road along which I knew Miss Weston
would pass in another minute.
After a few moment's silence,
broken only by the drowsy splashing
of the river and the cheerful, friend
ly hum of the insect bands that make
half the charm of an October night.
Miss Carney said, with a cqntented
little shrug:
Walked Miles and Miles.
“Oh. how delightfully warm and
comfortable this cloak is, Mr. Ware.
You always seem to know exactly what
I need, for I am not nervous any more
and I really believe it was nothing but
the cold after all. We mustn’t go far,
for I ought to be looking for Annie
this very minute. We can turn at the
tennis court, can’t we?”
“Whenever you wish,” I said, with
an effort,’for I was becoming intoxi
cated with the glory of her presence
and her slightest hint served me as a
command.
“I really must not stay a minute
longer,” she murmured, almost apolo
getically. “Annie has had such a hard
day of it and I must see if there is any
thing she wants. I suppose she is
asleep and did not hear me tap, for I’ve
looked everywhere for her and was
just going back to her room when I
saw you come out of the night like a
—like —a —Oh! I mustn’t say ghost,
Mr. Ware! It’s no longer a joke, is
it?”
We had stopped at a little rustic ar
bor by the side of the walk and my
hand rested on the trellis in front of
Miss Carney. She did not speak, and
I thought she was laughing softly to
herself when suddenly she leaned for
ward and a hot tear fell on my wrist
and was followed by another and an
other as she gave up entirely and
choked with convulsive sobs.
“Why, you mustn’t do this!” I ex
claimed, solicitously, laying my hand
instinctively on her arm and then
drawing it away In a guilty fashion.
‘‘You are completely unstrung, Miss
Carney.- The day has been too much
or you, and you need rest and quiet.
Shall we go back into the house?”
"Not yet,” she sobbed. “Not yet, Mr.
Ware. I must not go until I have con
trol of myself again. Oh, it is aw
ful —awful! I don’t know what I
shall do!”
“Why, what is It?” I asked anxious
ly, as I stood helplessly by her side.
“You surely haven’t let this littla af
fair of the morning take such a hold
of you?”
“Oh, no—no —no —” she moaned. “I
am going to tell you in a moment, just
as soon as I can talk coherently. You
will forgive me, won’t you, Mr. Ware,
but there is no one else to w hom I can
go, and yet I seem to do nothing but
take up your time with my trials and
worriments.”
I led her out Into the path again,
thinking she would grow calmer as
we walked, and she said no more until
we were nearing the house, when
she resumed in a plaintive tone,
broken occasionally by a half-suppress
ed sob:
“It’s about Annie. Mr. Ware, and I
did not tell you at first, for I thought
I could see her myself and find out
what it all meant. Ever since this
morning she has been walking up and
down her room crying and sobbing,
and this afternoon I heard her say
such dreadful things that I almost
feared for her reason.”
“What did she say?” I asked gently.
“Oh, I hardly know,” she went on,
“but she seemed to be calling upon
heaven to forgive her for some dread
ful sin that she had committed, and
she was so wrapped up in her anguish
that even my knocks at the door made
no Impression upon her. Then she
would grow more calm and only sob
and moan for a time, but soon those
awful words would come again and it
seemed as if she would go mad. She
has always been subject to occasional
attacks of melancholy and when I
would try to learn the cause of her
trouble she would put it off as a mere
fit of the blues.
“You don’t mind my telling you all
this, do you, Mr. Ware, for you have
always helped me out of every diffi
culty, and it is second nature for me te
turn to you now. At first I thought l
could straighten it out myself, but she
wouldn’t even let me see her, and
then, Mr. Ware, since dinner I have
not heard a sound from .her room and
can get no response when r rap. Do
you know,” she whispered, touching
my arm in a frightened way and shud
dering as she spoke, “I can hardly
bring myself to say It, but I —I—al-
most fear she has taken her life!”
Her eyes filled with tears again,
and I lost no time in saying, reassur
ingly:
“You mustn't take such a gloomy
view of It, Miss Carney. There’s noth
ing to worry about, I am sure, and as
to Miss Weston’s having taken her life
I can promise you most positively that
she not only has done nothing of the
sort. but that no such idea has ever
entered her mind.”
“I knew you would cheer me up as
you have always done,” she exclaimed
gratefully, “but how can you be so cer
tain about Annie, Mr. Ware? Remetn
bc*fc you don’t know her as well as
I. do."
‘i,ook!” I replied, pointing to a win
dow of'Miss Weston's room, and there,
in the full glow of the lamp within
she sat at a table writing rapidly.
Miss Carney gave a glad little cry
and started a«v y toward the house,
but turned in an instant and extended
her hand, saying:
“You have cheered me up, Mr. Ware,
just as I knew you would. Thank you
so much, and —good night.”
As her hand lay in mine she turned
it until its back was uppermost and
then raised it slightly. I had already
b«sen sorely tempted, but this was
more than I could bear, and. bending
forward, I touched it lightly and rev
erently with my lips.
“Good night,” she repeated, softly,
“and thank you again."
I watched her until she had disap
peared into the house and then I turned
and walked miles and miles over the
deserted country roads, my head bowed
down and my mind nearly dazed. When
I returned to the house the cold gray
morning light was breaking in Um
eastern sky.
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ALL GOOD TO EAT
TESTED RECIPES NOT VERY
WELL KNOWN.
Lebkuchen Sweet Cakes Are a Deli
cious Confection—Savory Cheese
Fingers—Delicious Way te
Prepare Steamed Apples.
Lebkuhcen.—Boil four pounds ol
honey with an equal amount of sugar,
then add a half pound of split almonds,
one pound of citron cut small, the
grated rinds of four lemons, half an
ounce of nutmeg, half an ounce of
cloves and three ounces of cinnamon.
The mass should be stirred while the
above substances are added. Then
add one tumbler of brandy and stir
into the mixture six pounds of flour.
Roll out into quarter-inch thicknesses,
keepitg the dough warm. Cut into
small cakes, bake at once in a hot
oven and ice with lemon icing.
Cheese Fingers.—The cheese fingers
are quickly made and very savory.
Mix one cupful of flour, quarter tea
spoon I .;1 oT salt, a dash of cayenne, a
t half-teaspoonful of baking powder;
rub into this two tablespoonfuls of
butter, add a half-cupful of grated
cheese, and-mix to a dough with ice
water. Roll out in a thin sheet, cut
| In half inch strips with a jagging iron
and bake pale brown in a moderate
oven.
Steamed Apples.—A delicious and
, simple way to prepare winter apples.
Peel, quarter and core six or eight
i applet. Steam or boil until about
, half cooked. Take from the fire and
let cool. Make a sirup of two cups
, of sugar and half a cup of water.
• Drop the apples into the boiling sirup
’ for a few minutes, or until they be-
I come clear. Let cool and serve with
, cream,
Springerie.—Stir one pound of pul
verized sugar with four eggs for one
Jiour; add one pound of flour, a pinch
of powdered ammonium carbonate and
anise seed. Roll to one-quarter-inch
thickness, press with forms, cut and
place on napkins powdered with flour
over night. Bake in a cool oven. If
kept in a stone crock the springerie
will remain soft.
Made of Handkerchiefs.
Over 100 years ago the Empress
Jcßephine made tlie ornamental lace
bordered handkerchief popular. Beau
tiful handkerchiefs are now used for
many purposes other than the one
for which they were originally intend
. ed, as there are any number of dainty
articles which can be made ffom
them. A pretty cover for a dressing
table Is made from light embroidered
handkerchiefs joined by strips of
beading. Four handkerchiefs are
used on either side of the center ami
are joined together by three lace
medallions which are sewn down the
center of the scarf where the hand
kerchief corners meet. Baby ribbon
is run through the beading and tho
effect is charming and attractive.
How Do You Dust?
In dust there lurks the deadly
bacillus, and the woman who wraps
her head in a handkerchief or cap,
arms herself with a feather duster and
[proceeds to whisk it airily over orna
•ments and pictures is not only doing
an unreasonable thing, but is actually
doing harm. Here is a recipe for hy
gienic dusting: When you go to dust
■a room have three dusters. One must
be damp and perfectly clean. Pass
the damp duster over the furniture,
when the dust will cling to it, and not
float in the air. Make a beautiful pol
ish with the two dry dusters; the
damp duster can be rinsed out of wa
ter and wrung tightly as often as you
please.
Marble Cake.
One egg. one cup of sugar, one-half
cup of butter. Beat to a cream. One
1 egg beaten to a froth and added to the
> sugar and butter, one-half cnp of milk,
one teaspoon vanilla or lemon, or one
hall' of each is very nice. One heap
ing teaspoon of baking powder, two
cups of flour. Beat above mixture
thoroughly. Take out one-third of
mixture and add one-half teaspoon
clove, one-half teaspoon cinnamon
and one tablespoon of molasses. Add
to the white part, also the dark, a lit
tle salt. Mix the cake in any pretty
way.
Brass Lightens Rooms.
Brass can make a wonderful differ
ence in a dreary room. A large jar
diniere with a plant in it placed in a
dark corner will lighten up marvelous
ly. The andirons, too. will give a
cheery reflection. Even candlesticks
help, and little trays and bowls, be
they ever so small. The importance
of brass in a sunless room cannot be
too strongly emphasized. Mirrors
brighten up, and so do pictures with
well polished glasses and gilded
frames. But these little points are
too seldom taken into consideration.
New Floor Coverings.
Fiber floor coverings, though not
new, are exceedingly attractive, espe
cially in the new effects, which this
summer’s lines show. Quite the new
est and, withal, the most effective,
which have yet been seen are those
of crex in a vivid grass green color.
On this background are huge stars
and Indian-like designs in woody
browns. The effect is particularly
striking when a rug of 9x12 dimen
sions carries but three such figures
and hall runners and long, narrow
rugs but one figure to the yard.
To Mend Kid Gloves.
First buttonhole stitch around the
rent, not so cloße as in a buttonhole.
Then overcast, taking up the thread
of the buttonhole on the edge and
draw the edges together.
MADE A NEW FASHION.
Good Joke Played In Old Days on
Would-Be Fashionable.
Old Camden, in his “Remains,” tells
a good story of a trick played by a
knight upon a would-be fashionable
shoemaker. -Sir Philip Calthrop
purged John Drakes, the shoemaker
of Norwich in the time of King Henry
VIII., of the proud humor which our
people have to be of the gentlemen’s
cut. This knight bought as much fine
French tawny cloth as should make
him a gown, and sent it to the tailor's
to be made. John Drakes, a shoe
maker, coming to this tailor's and see
ing the knight's gown cloth lying
there, bid the tailor buy cloth of the
same price and pattern and make it
of the same fashion as the knight's.
Not long after the knight, coming in
to the tailor to be measured for his
gown, and perceiving the like cloth
lying there, asked whose it was.
“John Drakes’, the shoemaker, who
will have it made of the self-same
fashion that yours is made of.’’ “Then
make mine as full of cuts as the
shears will make it!" John Drakes
had no time to go for his gown till
Christinas day, when he meant to
wear it. Perceiving the same to be
full of cuts, he began to swear at the
tailor. “I have done naught but what
you bid me,” quoth the tailor, "for
as Sir Philip Calthrop's garment is,
even so have 1 made yours." "By my
latehet!” quoth John Drakes, "1 will
never wear gentlemen's fashions
again!”—London T. P.’s Weekly.
THERE IS A REASON.
The Medical Times Explains Why
Doctors Oppose Patent Medicines.
The Medical Times for April in a
moment of frankness explains the
whole opposition of physicians to “pat
ent" medicines which are taken with
out a prescription, in the following
words:
“We will hardly repeat here the
specific statement to the effect that
in one year $02,000,000 has been ex
pended on patent medicines in tho
United States. Enough to give every
practitioner in the country a yearly
Income of $2,000. In the face of such
facts as these, all talk of love of hu
manity, altruism, self-abnegation and
the like becomes cliean and nauseat
ing. It appears to us that such bun
combe should give place to homely
common sense.”
Reliable authority states that, the
?ross amount of the "patent” medi
cine business is about $40,000,000 in
stead of $02,000,000 but taking the
Medical Times’ figures as correct they
represent an outlay of considerably
less than $1 per capita for home medi
cation. The cost of doctors’ fees ex
clusive of medicines except such as
are dispensed for the same period,
probably was approximately $230,000,-
DOO. This is reached by allowing an
average income of $2,000 to each of
the 115,000 physicians in the United
States. Even allowing that a gross
business of $02,000,000 is to be divid
ed between 115,000 physicians the in
come of each would not be Increased
more than $5lO.
THE BEST HE COULD GET.
Amateur Gardener Could Not Under
Btand Why Seeds Did Not Sprout.
The woes of the amateur gardener
are very amusing to others, but de
cidedly real to the man who has
spoiled a suit of clothes, blistered his
hands and lost his temper in his ef
forts to make things grow.
A young man, recently married,
early in the spring secured a sub
urban place, mainly with the idea of
fresh, home-grown vegetables.’ Every
evening he would hurry through his
supper and rush out to his garden,
where he displayed more energy than
skill. But. alas! When many little
green tilings began to break the
ground in his neighbors' gardens, hi?
awn remained as bare as the Sahara.
"Tt certainly lias got mo beat,” he
confided to a friend at his office one
day. "I can’t understand why not a
blessed thing lias come up. I planted
peas and corn and tomatoes.”
"Perhaps the seed were refective,’
the friend suggested.
"I hardly think it was that,” the
gardener replied, "for 1 got the very
best —paid 15 cents a can for them."
The Terrible Mafia.
Neither the Naples Camorra. the
Paris Apaches, nor the Black Hand ol
America is the most powerful and ter
riblo secret society in the whole
world, in spite of the harrowing do
tails of their ghtJtly work. The palm
must go to the Mafia, which flourishes
in Italy, and lias done so for more
than 300 years. This society, which
works so swiftly and silently, yet sc
surely, was founded in Sicily for pro
tection against the injustice of
rulers. —London “P. T. O.’’
Careful Public Guardian.
One of the pillars of the city ordi
nances is a traffic policeman stationed
at Fourth avenue and Twenty-third
Btreet. He loses no opportunity of
making war on persons who drop
feinana peels in the street. lie
pounces upon an offender and orders
him to pick up the slippery menace
to life and limb and to carry it to 9
receptacle for waste on the sidewalks.
—New York Herald.
Full Particulars Wanted.
When the nurse brought the cheer
lng news to Toperton recently that he
had just become the father of triplets,
he betrayed no particular satisfaction.
“Boys?” be growlingly queried.
“Only one boy, sir.”
"Well,” said Toperton, “go on; do*’! j
keep me in suspense. One boy—whkl j
are the others?’’—Sketchy Bits.
“Oh, Edgar, If now there should sud>
dtnly be a collision, how delightful It
would be to die thus together!” (Af
ter a pause) It Is true that your life
is insured, is it not?” —Translated from
Transatlantic Tales from “Fllegende
Blatter.”
A British physician says strawber
ries, if consumed in large quantities,
will give a bad temper to the eater.
It is enough to make anyone’s tem
per bad when he sees the little ber
ries that are hidden by the fine large
ones on top of the box.
A Rooseveltlan Yarn.
A Washington correspondent told tho
other night a story that he claimed to
have heard from President Roosevelt
at a Gridiron Club dinner.
"Two women,” he said, “were dis
cussing some new neighbors who had
moved into one of the most sumptuous
houses in their city.
“ ‘They seem to be very rich,’ said
the first.
“ ‘Oh, they are, said the second.
“-‘Shall you call?’
“ ‘Decidedly.*
“‘You are quite sure, ars you, that
they are—er —quite correct, quite—er
good form?'
‘“Oh, my dear, I'm positive,” said
the second woman. ‘They have thirty
servants, eighteen horses, twelve dogs,
eleven automobiles, and one child.’ ”
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Belt Paver
Hind md Sidewalk
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1800 Won It,
DENVER, OOLO.
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2nd umpire work eoUclted. Loodvdlle. Goto.
Reference. Carbonate National Bank.