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Willi HU 'rfKr*f. V a Vi' |«i: Fl« I J*"*,-' '-s Slothes r/ ,1 SYNOPSIS. JW*fc»rd T^rhtnut, an American with an fltffected English accent, receives a pr«s •Bt from a friend In China. The present Ert# wves to be a pair of pajamas. A letter of surprise to the wearer. Iiightnut 4ana the pajamas and late at night gets Hp for a smoke. His servant, Jenkins, •omes In and, failing to recognize Uffht fcrut, attempts to put him out. Thinking the servant crazy, Lightnut changes his Intending to summon help. When e reappears Jenkins falls on his neck Wtth Joy, confirming kightmit's belief ftbat he is crazy. Jenkins tells Lightnut of the encounter he had with a hideous Chinaman dressed In pajamas. In a Cffhtnut sssage from his friend, Jack Billings, Is asked to put up "the kid for tiie night on his way home from col lage. Later IJghtnut finds a beautiful fin in black pajamas in his room. Light tout Is shocked by the girl's drinking, •Booking and slangy talk. She tells him ber name is Francis and puzzles him with a story of her love for her sister's S% om-mate, named Frances. Next morn the girl is missing and Lightnut hur lies to the boat to see her off. He is ac costed by a husky college boy, who calls Uni "Dicky,' but he does not see the flrl. Jack Billings calls to spend the tolKht with Lightnut. They discover priceless rubies hidden In the buttons of the pajamas. Billings dons the pajamas ftad retires. Lightnut later discovers fa his apartment a beefy person in mut ton-chop whiskers and wearing pajamas. Jenkins calls tho police, who declare the Intruder to be a criminal, called "Foxy Grandpa." The intruder declares he Is lightnut's guest and appeals to the lat ter in vain. He Is hustled off to Jail. In the morning Lightnut is astonished to find Billings gone, and more astonished when he gets a message from the latter, demanding his clothes. Lightnut. bound lor Tarrytown, Billings' home, discovers ##Fran^es?" the girl of the pajamas, on the train. Lightnut speaks to her and al ludes to the night before. She declares Indignantly that Lightnut never saw her In Mack pajamas. At Tarrytown Frances U met bv a huskv college youth, who bolls Lightnut as "Dicky." The latter ig nores the boy, who then threatens to thrash him for offending Frances. Light nut takes the next train home. Billings ittorms over the outrage of his arrest. He and Lightnut discover mysterious Chi nese characters on the pajamas. Profes sor Doozenberry is called in to interpret the hieroglyphics. H? raves over what he calls the lost silk of Si-Ling-Chi. The writing declares that a person wearing the pajamas will take on the semblance pi the previous wearer. The professor borrows the pajamas for experiment. CHAPTER XIX. (Continued.) "Poor Francis!" she said lightly. ^1)0 you know," she added, "I believe I can forgive a Harvard man almost anything. Mr. Lightnut." By Jove! The angel! And before I taew what I was doing or thought about the frump, I had stretched out a hand to her, looking her straight in the eye and smiling. She hesitated an Instant only, then laughed, and I felt her little fingers just b»ush my palm hut it was enough. She flushed a little shyly and ad dressed the frump. "Are we going to keep Mr. Lightnut •tanding like this all day?" She asked. "Half on earth and half in heaven like what's-hls-name's coffin," I sug gested. Devilish good, that, don't you think? She thought so, for she opened the door herself as the frump turned, murmuring some silly thing about China and the open door to America. What did China have to do with it? And It was just then that Jenkins bolted wildly from the building. "Mr. Lightnut—Quick, sir! Mr. Bill ings, sir!" I thought of the telephone right off. hut he just caught my arm. Mrst time ever knew Jenkins to take a 11b •rty. "Come quick, sir!" he exclaimed. "He's up-stairs and, oh, off his nut, air—awful!" "By Jove!" I gasped. "Excuse me— will see—come right back and tell you—I feared this last night." And I rushed to the elevator with Jenkins. "He's in them black pajamas he was talking about," said Jenkins gloom ily, "and he's run the pert'esser oft. Leastwise, he ain't there, and his man can't get Mr. Hillings to go. He came down for me, but 1 couldnit do a thing with him, either." I knew—I understood. It was the dwelling of his mind upon the rubies! He had gone back In the night for them—In his sleep, for all I knew. But I thought most likely awake, for recent experience with him showed me that he didn't think anything of wandering around the neighborhood In his pajamas. The janitor's pale face met us at the landing. "I've sent for the police, sir, and It would be a good idea, don't you think. If you could get him away before they epme. I don't want to Mr. kill ings Into no trouble." "Good idea," 1 agreed. "We'll Just rush him to the car—but, h'm!" I suddenly remembered he was In pajamas. It might be all right to Billings to wander around in public streets and vehicles in his night things, but it certainly wouldn't do under the present circumstances. He might not care, but then, there were the feelings of the girls to consider. And besides, dash it, I had pome sort of Idea It was against the law. Billings was standing by the win dow looking at a glass thermometer that he had! just withdrawn from his pouth. "Urn!" he grunted complacently. "Ninety-seven and a quarter—my usual healthy subnormal temperature. Pulse alxty-fiT^—respiration, twentjr tnr wi two-mth* wwiim, by /h SRP||SSiSIPIPP *£»«««, The professor's man protested: Professor Doozenberry don't like—" "Oh, dash it, let him have them!" 1 exclaimed, for Billings was already chuckling happily and writing In the little blank book. "Come on," I pleaded, catching a fold of the pajamas. "Wouldn't you like to come get some clothes on?" He drew back In alarm. "No, no— not yet—not until I complete my notes," was his crazy answer. "You know sublata causa, tollltur ef fectus!" And he looked as though he thought this would finish me. i "But your friend," he exclaimed suddenly, as he allowed me to throw a blanket about his shoulders and we moved out of the door, "the gentleman I met last night—Billings—Is not that the name?" I looked at him miserably as we entered the car to go down. "Oh, I say, Billings, old chap," I protested earnestly, "don't you know me?" I pointed to the little panel of mirror In the cage. "Don't you know you are Billings? Can't you see?" His fat head pecked at the glass for an Instant. Then he looked at me with eager, batting eyes. He chuckled hoarsely, gurglingly, and out came the note-book and pencil from his sleeve. "Better and better," he muttered. "Now, if we could only go to him!" He caught my arm. "In the interest of this investigation of scientific phe nomena, would he consider a call in trusive—could we not seek your friend, Mr. Billings?" "It's all right, you know," I gently reassured him. "Yes, we're going to him—going right there. Just a little ride, you know." By Jove, the way he cackled made my heart ache! I whispered to Jen kins to run ahead and prepare the ladies. But the first thing we saw as the cage hit the bottom was a wom an—and, dash it, the frump from China! She gave a little scream and fell on Billings' neck, almost bearing him to the ground. "Oh, Jacky, Jacky!" she sobbed. By Jove, I almost fell myself! So that was the way the wind lay! And I had never even so much as suapect %iy» "As Quietly as Possible, Wilkes." v' FRANCIS PDRPY ELLIOTT ILLUSTRATIONS RAYWAtvta capy/?/oY/r /j?// sr eaGBs-sffW/jLi. ctuwury Ha!" And he lent! I am myself. whirled triumphantly. "Ah!" he said, advancing eagerly and rubbing his hands. "It Is you! You have heard, then? Marvelous, isn't It—wholly Incredible! But do you know"—here he plucked at my shirt front, took a pinch, as it were, just as he had seen the professor do— "I cannot find any transmigration. The materialization appears to be wholly optical." "Never mind," I said anxiously, for I knew he was talking about the rubies "we don't care." I smiled brightly. "Let's go down and see the car—nice car!" And I tried to get hold of his fat side, but missed It. "Car?" Billings looked puzzled. Then his face broke Into a smile. "Carpe diem—eh, am I not right? True, true! Whither you say." He looked about on a table. "Urn—my notes, now," he muttered and he caught up a small book and a pencil. •''••.'t *. ,',:.7*/' about her beauty! Beauty! Poof Old Jack! If I had been sad about him before, it was a devilish sight worse now— Worse? Why, dash It, ahe kissed him! And to see him standing there, kind of batting and rolling his eyes and looking like a girl does when she's trying a strange piece of candy out of the box—oh. It just broke me all up! No wonder he was crazy! Why, dash it, he would have to be crazy! He was muttering to himself. "Remarkable!" I heard. "Singular ly sen sate and exhilarating! Now, 1 never would have thought—um!" And then he very deliberately took her head between his hands and— kissed her. Then he looked upward thoughtfully and did It again—like a chicken drinks water—you know! And then while we—that Is, Jen kins and I—were trying to urge him on, out came the note-book again and he scribbled rapidly, muttering audi bly: "Labial osculation—extraordinary stimulation—sensatory ganglia—mu cous membrane—" "Police!" I whispered brutally In the frump's eac "Better let's get him away!" And, by Jove, that woke her xit of ber trance! In two minutes she had cajoled him to the car and we had him Inside on the cushions. We bunched blankets and rugs about him to hide the pajamas. "Jacky, dear," gushed the Chinese freak, "wouldn't you like for me to alt by you and hold your poor hand?" It looked as If he would. The frump turned to me. "Can you drive the car, Mr. Lightnut?" Could I? Well, I would show her! Especially as Frances had changed to the front as she saw us bringing out Billings. "Take the train—get Billings' things from the club," I called to Jenkins. "Sharp, now! And here, unhook that number there on the back—give it here!" Jenkins hesitated. "I think there's a heavy fine, sir," he hinted. I snapped my fingers at him and lie Jumped to obey. "Worse things than a Jolly flne,w~i said, looking at poor Billings smiling i crazilv over the fruTp. I threw the number plate into the car. And just in time! Around the corner whirled a police man—and, by Jove, no less than that fat Irishman, O'Keefe! With him was the professor's man. "Don't tell me," panted the officer "I know my—" And then he gave a shout and sprang for the car. "IVs tiat fellow that was prowling around the station house!" he yelled. "Here, stop there!" But I didn't want to. For one thing, we were a half-block away, and I had badly coasted a towel supply wagon, and scattered the wares of a push-cart across three sidewalks. My cap went flying as we skidded corner, and 1 was devilish glad, for the Inertia threw Frances' head al most against mine and I felt the tick ling brush of a little hair wisp as It swept my nose. «l« maa Unrtng with if-.' 1 .- -tf%l ']•'. citement. She looked back, warlag her hand at the figure of O'Keefe trot ting from around the corner, and her laughter pealed Joyously, deliriously in my ear. "Oh, I think American men are great—are wonderful!" she cried, striking her little hands together. "ISs peclally Harvard men—and especial ly—" She stopped with the faintest catch. "By Jove!" I cried. "Do you mean It?" And for the briefest Instant the hands were three but her scream brought me back to earth Just in time to save the lives of a man and a boy. Devilish ungrateful, too, for I could see the man, three blocks behind, and still shaking his fist. The way with these pedestrians! At Fifty-ninth street we caromed with a hansom trotting too leisurely across the plaza, and I listened for nearly a block to the remarks of a bicycle cop before he dropped behind. What dashed me not a little was Bill ings' Indifference to the record I was making for his car—didn't seem to care a jolly hang. The frump was still hanging on him In a way to make you sick, and coblng and going on In a nervous, half-hys terical way I never would have thought her able to chirp up to. And Billings was holding her hand! "Hello!" I called to him. Just after we clipped Yonkers. He looked up at me, smiling and nodding. "Feel all right now, old man?" I In quired cheerily. Billings looked at me hard, and then, dash it, he winked! And I be gan to wonder, by Jove, If It waa just plain drunk. CHAPTER XX. My Darling is Slandered. Seemed to be only about a mlnote more and we were clipping through the curves of the Wolhurst park— Frances pointed the way—and had ?lcwed down under the porte-cochere. The frump whispered to the man who opened the door. "As quietly as possible, Wilkes," she sa'd, "and without his father see ing him." "The judge is away, miss," said the man. "He drove down to the village with Senator Soakem, who had to catch a train back to Albany but I'm looking for him every—" "Be quick, then," Jerked the frump. "Tou know what to do." "I guess I do, miss," answered the butler gloomily. "I've had to do It often enough—Perkins and me. A good cold souse—that's the thing— and then bed. I know!" Billings waved his hand to the frump as he mounted the stairway In side. And then, dash It, he kissed his fingers. The frump kind of glared down the deserted vista of the fine old hall and shrugged her shoulders. "Everybody loafing, as usual," she muttered sourly, and she hurled her coat at the carven back of a great cathedral chair—and missed it. It was clear that her type scorned conventionalities and knew how to make themselves thoroughly at home. "I hope you'll bs made comfortable here, Mr. Lightnut," sbe said, peeling a glove with a jerk, "but I have my doubts." And she gave a kind of hollow laugh. "Awfully tiresome, these country places," I said sympathetically. 1 screwed spay glass at a couple of foot men who came Into view at the far end of the hall, and who were whis pering arid chuckling about some thing. "Things seem to be run a bit loose, don't you know—that's a fact. Don't mind for myself, but fancy a girl might find it rather trying visit ing here." By Jove, how she opened her eyes at me—surprised, I knew, at finding me such a devilish keen observer. My sympathy touched her, tco, for her eyeballs shone moist of a sudden and I saw her lip tremble as the stared. Then she swallowed hard and slapped her glove. sharply across her palm. "It's Francis that's to blame for that sort of thing," she rasped, nodding down the hall. "Frances?" I ejaculated In protest. "Oh, here, I say, now—" "You don't know Francis, Mr. Light nut!" Her jaw grounded with a snap, and what a look she gave me! "Walt till you do—you just wait!" And eyes and hands lifted to the ceiling. I coughed again. The cat! And this was my darllng*f friend! (TO BE CONTINUED.) Relics of the Guillotine. At the prison of St. Paul's, at Lyoaa, France, there is a curious collection of pens. They are the pens with which the executioners have signed the refln lation receipts for the prisoners haad ed over to them to be guillotined. At each executioo a fresh pen is used tm the purpose, awl tb* ink is left dxr Mu4*#r J52*** FEAT COST HIS LIFE Writer Tells of Tragedy That Oc culted in the Alps. Swiss Workman Wins a Wager, But Through His Own Folly He Is Dashed to Death Over Giant Glacier. Berne, Switzerland.—"There Is a re grettable modern tendency to disre spect the difficulties of some of the great Alps, especially those whoso as sents have appealed to popular favor. The Wetterliorn, or Storm Peak, that huge rock-embattlemented sentinel of the Grindelwald giants, is the most notorious example of this," writes Mr. George D. Abraham in the Pall Mall Magazine "truly even on mountains familiarity breeds contempt.' It has been lightly named 'The Ladies' Peak,' but with far too terrible frequency a [earful revenge has been extorted Its death roll is equaled by few of the Alps. "The following tragedy of 1908 is typical of many others. A young Eng lish lady, aided by the best of guides, made one of the earliest ascents of he season, and innocently left a silk en handkerchief fluttering in the sum mit breezes. This was noticed through tho large telescope at Grindelwald, and a Swiss workman, roused by the sight, wagered forthwith that he would bring down the trophy single banded. He won the wager, but lost his life in the winning. Common sense prevailed to the extent of his taking a companion as inexperienced is himself, and fortune smiled upon them until they almost reached the Toot of the Great Couloir on their re turn. There the young workman un tied from the rope and, waving the trophy of success in his hand, started lo glissade direct down the snow slope to the glacier. "The friend's example and advice to follow the usual descent by the rocks at the side of the couloir were Utterly disregarded. At express speed ho rushed downward until suddenly ha saw the end of the couloir overhang ing nothingness, and the glacier some hundreds of feet below. It was too late. With a shriek of warning to his I At the Edge of a Crevasse. friend he dashed outwards over th? edge into space and eternity. In his right hand the unfortunate victim of his own folly clutched the handker chief he brought it down to Grindel wald." POKER CROWD IS ROBBED Robbers Invade Hotel Room in Karv sas City and Escape With $400 In Money and Jewelry. Kansas City, Mo.—A daring hold-up and the sensational escape of the robbers threw home-going theater crowds which jammed Twelfth street into a panic. Admitted by a secret signal to a poker game in an office building in the theater district, two men suddenly drew revolvers and de manded the valuables of five others In the room. Down in the street the crowds were startled at the appearance of a man at a window shouting "Help!" repeat edly. Then another came, coatless and hatless from the building en trance and ran through the crowd with cries of "Hold-up!" and "Po lice!" At the same timp the robbers emerged from a window to a plat form, and, sliding down a drain pipe, made their escape through an alley. John Husong, one of the victims, told the police the robbers took $400 In money and jewelry. RUINED CITY IS SABATTA Place Found by Balloonists In Tripoli Identified as Former Flourishing Roman Colony. Rome.—The ruined city In the midst of the sand wilderness beyond Zavia, in Tripoli, discovered by two Italian engineering officers while re* connoitering in a dirigible balloon, has been identified as Sabatta, a flourishing colony in the days of im perial Rome. Photographs taken by the airmen, received at the war office, show imposing, well-preserved ruins, including numerous marble ctatues of exceptional beauty. Wife Excused From Jury. Seattle, Wash.—Though both Mr. and Mrs. J. Dean insisted that neither would influence the other in jury work, for which they were drawn, Judge Gilliam in the superior court decided that husband and wife should aot sit on the same case aud Mrs. De&s ras excused. 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