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BIRTH AND DEATH.
By A. R. McAlplno. The angel Life wltn Infant child Before thf) August Presence bows, Tlio while the quicknlng breath of Hoi Wilh living soul the babe endows, Dlvlnent of tne Mymurles. g The Melville Court Burglary ft B7 Korbert My Instructions reached me over tho telephone. Hullo! Are you merer mat juu, Phillips ; "Yes!" "Mrs. Warrington Stout's Jewels i.ovp lieen sioien. rruuuui.r umj common or garden burglary, but as tlio Stouts have wired tor a special man to go down and Investigate you'd bet ter take over the jou. is.uow muir country place? Grantham, lsn t it? v Melville Court, about a mile from Grantham Station. You'll catch the next train, and report as soon as possible." "To-night, If I get back in time! "That's all, then. Goodby!" "Goodby." The Warrington Stouts were known to me from the society columns of numerous dally and weekly papers. Worthy and estimable people they might be, but the tashlou In whlcn they were persistently paragraph- niihnneh it only created a mild feeling ot disgust in an obscure person like myself, must have made certain other less advertised members of so ciety than themselves exceedingly jeal ous. Their leap luto prominence had probably been too Budden to last. I caught the i!.3U p. m. from King's Cross to Grantham. Among other literature with which to beguile the two hours' journey 1 had purchased "P. A. P." ("Principal ly About People.") When I opened It 1 found that it contained an autobio graphical article by Mr. Warrington Strotit, who was described as the hus band of one of society's leaders. This description was, needless to say, edi torial. In three columns of verbose and occasionally illiterate pomposity, Mr. Warrington Stout only referred to his wife once. He could hardly have mentioned the family jewels without bringing her In. I kicked the opposite seat (I was alone In the carriage) in what, I felt, was righteous indignation, and was al most choked by tue dust. Why, oh, why do people do these silly things in print? That paragraph in Warring ton Stout's article was simply an open Invitation to the burglarlng commun ity to enter Melville Court (address given) and lay hands on the jewels. For In these days Bill Slices Is an edu cated gentleman, who gets half his Ideas from the daily papers and the other half from the magazine stories. After leading that article I felt my latei eat in the wont of this particular Investigation wane. If only I might be allowed to kick Warrington Stout on my arrival, I fancied I might enter on the Inquiry with requisite zest. Mrs. Warrington Stout In an elabor ate dress and a still more elaborate manner, alone received me. Oh, you've come. My husband is out tiding. He cannot do without his usual afternoon exercise, but he'll be back shortly. Meanwhile, I'll tell you the whole story." She proceeded to clve me at great length an account that can be sum med up in a very few sentences. The previous nlstht. It seemed, she had been alone, her husband crossing the Channel on his way home from Paris. She slept soundly until Jnst as daylight broke, a noise in the room suddenly awoke her, and she opened tier eyes to see a man's back vanishing through the window. One glance at the dressing table thowed her that her Jewel box, with all its contents, was flone. She screamer! vlnlnntlv. nealod the bell and aroused the whole house hold. The grounds wero Instantly searched, but, although footmarks were lound on the bed below the win Jo, the thief had evidently got safe ty away with hla booty. "rs. Warrington Stout here made a (ause. ''And Is that all, madam?" "Dear me. no! I was waiting, ex pecting that you would take notes. A "till more startling discovery was speedily made. That day a new butler had come In. After the burglary he as nowhere to De tound, and his bed wd not been slept In." "You have arrived at the obvious inclusion he Btolo tho jewels?". . 'V'at Is the on,y possible solution." "iet you did not actually recognize S,E as he dlsapusared through the indow?" "I was not sufficiently acquainted Hn his appearance to be quite certain on that nnln Vn ,., v, i nu..l urie hand yesterday afternoon. My hue- engaeed him In tnun- I had not 6n him previously. Niw shall I call The angel Death with folded win f0rR? J?uarii nhve the churchyard sod. ihe Iving soul la unto with Hud How barrim uro my victoiks;" Jamleson. up the servants one by one for ycu to cross-examine them?" "Pardon me, there 13 no need." "But isn't It usual?' "Hardly under the elrcumstanr-es' Tho butler's guilt is, I take it, a mat ter beyond dispute." "Yes, of course, but" ami she look, cd at me as though she doubted if I were an inquiry agent at an, so unotho dox were my proceedings. I sustained my character by producing a note book. "I presume, madam, that you can account for the new butler's abrupt departure on no other score?" "Certainly not!" "Then please give me a description cf tho man to the best of your re membrance." As she rounded oft her description with the exclamation, "Oh, my valua ble jewels!" a small hurricane came Into the room In the person of Mr. Warrington Stout. He was dressed In 3 loud check suit, an aggressive green cap (which he retained on his head, presumably because he thought my so cial position inferior to his), and In his hand he carried a riding whip. "Think you'll eaten the beggar, eh?" he remarked, surveying me through his monocle. I opined that with ths priceless as sistance of the local police the thing was possible. "Pity I was in the chops of the chan nel at the time! If only I'd been here what a time he would have had!" and he flourished the whip alarmingly in tho air. "Oh. Peter, you couldn't have done more than I did!" exclaimed his wife, applying her pocket handkerchief to her eyes. Personally I tnough Peter would have done more. He would have pull ed that bell pull In their bedroom right down. I declined the offer of refreshment (which would have been partaken of, I felt convinced, In the servants' hall), took a snack at Grauthnm Station and caught tue next train back to town. By this time I had mentally re solved that those local police should have the honor and glory of hunting down the pseudo-butler which that fool had engaged, and recovering the stolen articles. If Mrs. Warrington Stout's jewels did not blaze this season in Covent Garden Opera House, so much the bet ter. Which was a man's view, of course, and wholly ur.prcfesslor.al. II. I went the following evening to one of the best known of the London mu sic halls. Variety entertainments do not often attract me, but the special excellence ot tne program promised something out of the ordinary, and the promise was kept. A succession of turns, increasing 1:1 Interest, conclud ed with the usual pictures on the bio scope, which I always find intensely fascinating. A humorous series was first shown, and then appeared on the screen the title of the next: "Arrival of the Scotch Express at King's Cross." The time and date of the taking of the picture were shown. It was 7.10 a. 111. on the previous day. The bio scope is nothing if not up-to-date. First you saw the people on the sta tion awaiting the arrival of the train. Some things do not strike you as fun ny until you see them in a picture. That ragged line ot porters, standing anywhere and at all angles, made mo la'tgh. Somehow I felt that they ought to be drawn up in military line, and every man jack of them made to salute the brave engine-driver as he brought the huge locomotive grace fully to rest at the platform. Then an Inspector ought to call "Break away," and they should fall upon the luggage with their accustomed feroc ity. But my whimsical idea was Eoon put to flight, for there), talking to a porter in the immediate loreground of the picture was somebody so closely re sembling Mr Warrington Stout that If , At that moment the man I was watching turned full face to the au dience. It was Warrington Stout, without the shadow of a doubt. The events of yesterday, to which I had cot given a thought all the even ing, trooped bacK into my mind. If Stout really crossed th Channel at the time he declared, by no possibility could he be waiting on King's Cross platform ai 7.10 mat morning. My interest In the Melville Court burglary grew at once extraordinarily profound. The train was seen to draw In, car riage doors to be Hung open and pas sengers to alight. But Warringtou Stout was for me tho center of inter est. Although he had partially turned round, and I now had only a view of his sldo face. I could see that he was Intently watching all the passengers by the train. Then he took a step for ward, apparently having recognlzod Borne one. A second later he and 11 clean shaven young man in a bowler hat were standing face to face. In the latter's hand was something wrappe I In brown papor, apparently an oblong box; he was carrying nothing else. Stout looked at the parcel, nodded ap provingly, and clapped the young man on the shoulder. Then he hurried him away to the cab-rank lining the plat form, hailed a hansom, gave directions to their driver, and both stepped in side. "Good heavens!" I exclaimed aloud and the people on either side of me edged away from an apparent luna tic. The detective fever fairly raged In my veins. The man whom Warring ton Stout had met at King's Cross was I felt convinced, tue. missing butler; the description exactly tallied. And tho box he was carrying, at which Stout glanced with Euch approval, con tained, without a shadow of a doubt, the missing jewels. "A Naval Review," began to bo thown on tho blcsccpo, but for me the performance was over. I rose from my seat and left the theatre. I had all the pieces of a strange puzzle In my hands; they only required putting together. It was perfectly clear that Warrington Stout was a party to the theft and a receiver of his own jewels. My valuable assistance had been sought to elucidate a bogus burglar. Faugh! I went straight to my humble flat and looked up an "A. B. C." The train that leached King's Cross at 7.10 a. in. stopped at Grnntnam at 5.0C a. m. If Mrs. Stout's story was correct, and tho burglary took place at daybreak, say, between 4 and 4.30 the pseudo butler could easily have reached Gran tham Station and caught this train. That point established, I lit my pipe and considered ethers. What was Warrington Stout's object in making away with his wife's jew els? Assuming lor the moment her innocence In tho matter, I asked my self the reason of the queer plot that he had hatched. Was he Jealou3 of those jewels? A eoeiety woman's fume rests with shame, let It be said less on her per sonality than on the ornaments with wlvirh she crowds her person. Was this man envious of that fame? Mad those glittering jewels usurped the love and care that he felt, ought to have been showered upon him? Did he fancy that the wearing of baubles worth thousands of pounds was blight ing and destroying the soul of t'ao wearer, and had ho chosen this ex traordinary method ot putting them in a place of security probably somi bank? And was my summons to Mel ville Court merely a rather daring do vice to appease and delude further hU wife. I summed up my Impressions of Warrington Stout. No, he was neith er a sentimentalist nor a moralist. My first shot must be wide of the mark. More whiffs of mv pipe. Ah, I had it! The Warrington Stouts were In fi nancial difficulties, and found them selves under the painful necessity of raising money. To plan a fictitious burglary was really a most picturesque way of accounting tor the absence of valuables that you have taken your self or employed a deputy to take to the sign of the three balls. You get ready money In hand and a splendid advertisement for yourself in the bar gain. I rose early next morning, and by 7 o'clock was at King's Cross arrival platform. The chances were about even that that same hansom cab driv er met the 7.10 on most mornings of the week, and I fancied that, brief as was his appearance before tho bio scope, I could manage to pick him out. For one thing, he was wearing a top hat, and In these days of strenuous competition with taxlcabs not many drivers of horse vehicles can rise to that height of affluence. I 'found my man. He was surly at first, but I disclos ed my Identity, produced my authority and, If he had not been seated on his perch, I am sure he would have licked the dust before me. Yes, he remem bered those two gentlemen perfectly. "Where did you drive them to?" "St. Paul's, guv'nor." This seemed incongruous. "The cathedral?" "No. St. Paul s Station, by tho riv er." "Oh, I see. They went Inside, I sup pose, and took train for somewhere?" "They just dldnt. They walked over the bridge. There wasn't a cop per by, so 1 just gave the gee 'is rein and sat munchln' a bit of breakfast." "And you watched them cross the bridge?" "No, I was moved on afore they got right across, but I aid see them do somethin' as you might be hlnterested to l'nrn." "Oh, what was that?" "Well, when they reached the water the older one took something out of the parcel as the other was a-carryin,' and threw it over the bridge plump!" "Did you see what U was?" "Not lolkely, at that distance! Thought as they were a'feedln' the fiEhes, that's all, with some sand wiches they 'adn't used up in the train. Thpn, as 1 said afore, a cop per came up an' moved me on, an' I lost sight 0' the gents. Thank you, sir, you're a real gentleman! 'Opes you'll catch 'em if you wants 'em, sir." I passed thoughtfully out of the sta tions. Everts had taken a strange and unexpected turn. Clearly the jewels had been thrown luto the river, Cast your bread upon the waters, and no, the proverb coula not apply. It was very mystifying. Did War ring'ton Stout belong to the tribe ot fanatics? I had heard of a man who, turned teetotaler, caused all the con tents of his valuable wine cellar i be poured down the drains. Had Stout suddenly perceived the extreme sinfulness of his wife's wearing jew els and taken this summary method of putting them out of temptation':) reach for everybody? But that would have been a mad man's act, and Stout was Eano enough. Then tho jewels must be false. I stepped dead on the pavement, and a man who was following Immediately behind me cursed audibly. For I had suddenly caught sight of a poster on an advertisement boarding. In big capitals it started thus: "There are thousands of professional burglars known to the police. Insure against burglary with ine Lion Insurance Company." My problem was solved. And the solution was so ridiculously simple I felt ashamed of myself for not hav ing discovered it long ago. I managed to restrain my impatience until 10 o'clock. At that hour I enter ed the office of the Lion Insurance Company, la Coinhill, and asked for my friend, Percival Austin, the man ager. He had not arrived yet, tho clerk Informed me, but was expected within a very few minutes. Oh, these city magnates, who pretend they are so heavily overworked! I waited. He strolled in at a quarter past 10, and considerately gave me precedence over t lie contents of the mall. I fol lowed him into his private room. "Well, Phillips, you're an early bird." "I'm sorry I can't ri.-tr.rn the compli ment." "Deastly public ciint...' last night! Had to go though 1 hate them like poison. Got Lome news for us, 1 hope?" "News?" "Yes, about this Melvll.. Court bur glary. Warrington Stout wired that he was not content with the efforts of the Graatham police to find the thief, but had put the matter in tue handj of your firm at well. Very good of him, I thought It, taking all that trouble, at his own rxpense when he was so well lnsuted." I looked into my hat, for n. expres sion was a tell tale cue. So mine were not the only eyes in which Warrington Stout had contrived to throw dust! "Ah!" I said, off-handedly. "I real ly forgot to ask him whether he was insured or 'not. Not covered entirely with you. I suppose?" "No, tho amount was too large for us to take tho entire risit. We share it with another company and with Lloyds." "Then It will be rather a big loss altogether?" "Yes, unless you manage to recover any of the olen things for us. By the way, what did you come about, if not about this burglary?" "Oh, I'll tell you In a moment. You are going to meet the claim, I sup pose?" "Of course! It's all sound and square. The Stouts have been most obliging in giving our representative every possible assistance." "Ah!" "What is It, Phillips? Your manner is most mysterious.'' "I came here for information. Un consciously, you've supplied me with all I want to know. Now, I'll give you a piece of advice, Austin. Don't pay Warrington Stout's claim not one penny of It!" "Why not?" he gasped. "Because, firstly, the diamonds were paste, tho jewels worthless, with no Insurable value whatever. Because, secondly, Warrington Stout himself organized tho thett of that sham jew elry and threw it with his own hands Into the mud of tho Thames, where it now lies embeddea. Listen!" , t This story will have an abrupt end ing. It Is not more abrupt, however, than the departure from Melville Court and London Society of the War rington Stouts. When a certain let ter from the Lion Insurance Company reached them, they simply vanished. My communication from the Lion Insurance C'omp.ny was more satis factory. Some of my friends do not under stand my recent partiality for a bio scope entertainment. To them, it is puerile, inartistic, and often produces headache. Now they will understand. Black and White. ART OF DANCING LOST. Choregraphlo Congress to Dlscun Question and Provlda Remedy. Is dancing degenerating? Next month, In Berlin, will be held an In ternational choregraphlo congress which will have to answer that grave question. M. Lefort, secretary of the French Choregraphlo Association, gives a forecast of the task which will lie before the meeting. "The art of dancing," he said, threatens to lose all its charm If something be not done In time. Either dancers turn like teetotums with stif fened Joints or they make violent ef forts to look graceful, with still more dire results, leaping about, contorting themselves and gesticulating gro tesquely. This, sir, Is a lamentable state of things. Dancing should, above nil, have grace, and elegance, and should Impart distinction to the bearing. The dancer should study to acquire elasticity and suppleness of movement, not the habit of disartic ulating his or her limbs a most dis astrous practice. "Deportment is the first thing to be learned, and it will be useful to tho proficient pupil in all walks of lite. It was thus In the olden times, In tho day of Prevot, of Galant du Desart and of Gulllaunime Raynal, who were dancing masters at the court of King Louis XIV, who founded the Academy of Dancing. Then the minuet, tho gavotte, the pavane, the passepled, tho forlane were danced. What could bo more exquisite? But In 1800 the pol ka was introduced in Franca That was the beginning of the end. To dance the pclka the men held his part ner around the waist. The novelty of the thing pleased the popular Im agination. Goodbye, then, to tho beautiful old dances In which partners Just touched the tips of each other's fingers. The mazurka, the sehottiscne followed, and the waltz, Imported by Desart from Russia. "Nowadays, when a man comes to us to learn dancing, he generally stip ulates that he Is to be taught only those dances in which he holds tho girl round the waist; What have we come to? Still, there are hopes, af ter all. In the last few years somo little has been done to restore to tho art of dancing Its pristine nobleness. Setting aside the inexplicable vogue, now happily past, of the Negro cake walk, we observe that tho Boston Is Increasingly popular In drawing room The Boston come.? from America. "Let us thank the Ame.icanr, not for the stop, which they did not In vent, as it is none other than our own old-fashioned redowa, but for the de velopment which they have given It, and which makes It an admirable physical exercise. Tho Boston gives breadth of movement and expands! chest and lungs. This year we start ed with considerable success a new dance, "the wave," a kind of more un dulating and gilding Boston, recall ing the rhythm of the sea, hence its name. Next winter we intend to re vive tho old dances of France, the pa vane and the gavotte, for Instance, and we shall require our pupils to sing while dancing, a most graceful practice, and one calculated to devel op the chest. That will be the chief article of our program at the Berlin congress." Paris Cor. Philadelphia North American. Who He Was. We were sitting on the upper deck on the last day of the voyage home from Bremen. I had been Introduced to her on the first day out, and we had many interesting talks together be fore the trip ended. She was a garru lous person and much given to gossip, but it wa3 all harmless and without malice, I felt sure. Not far away from us stood a young man who had a very Intellectual air about him. He wore his hair very long and looked In every way the pro fessional musician. "Do you know him?" she askc.l. "Ho plays" I began, but she inter rupted me and proceeded In her usual talkative fashion. "O," she said, "I have heard nearly every violinist of note In my time. I have often regretted that I never had the chance of hearing the soul-stirring performances of Ole Bull, but I've listened, entranced, to tho heavenly Mrnlns of Kubellk, and that was ecta sy indeed!" v "He plays" I edged In, but she just Ignored me and rattled on. "And I've heard every modern pian ist of note, too. Often I've been wrought to a high pitch of excitement by the adorable Paderewskl. And then JoselTy, DePachman, Rosenthal, Saint Saens! " She seemed out of breath here nnd I got a chance to put in a few words. "O," I said, "I saw him several times In the card-room on this trip, and, as I was about to say when you Inter rupted me, he plays the best game of pinochle of any Dutchman I ever mot." Brooklyn Life. Smilage. Nervous traveler (to seat compan ion); How fast should you say you were traveling? Companion (who has been flirting with the girl across the way): About smile a minute. Life. ,