Evening Star Newspaper, June 28, 1921, Page 19

FEATURE PAGE It’s the Same Man. (Continued from Yesterday's Star.) “To meet that young woman of * yours,” Wrayson answered. Barnes looked at him ment. “What do you mean?’ quickly. “You don't know His sallow cheeks were paler than| His narrow eyes furtively| raised to Wrayson's were full of in- quisitive fear. “No! I don't know her.” Wrayson | answered, “but I rather fancy. all the; same, that she is the young person whom I came here to-meet tonight.” Barnes waited breathlessly for an explanation. He did not say a word, but his whole attitude was an insis tent interrogation point. ) “You remember,” Wrayson said, “that when you and I were pursuing these investigations together 1 made some inquiries of the woman at whose flat your brother called on the night of the murder. 1 saw her again at Dinant yesterday. and she told me of this young per- son. She also evidently believed that the man for whom she was inquiring was your. brother.” Barnes nodded. “She-told me that she was to have met a gentleman tonight.” he said. “Here, we must go and speak to her now, or she'll think that something" in amaze-' he asked her, do He performed something that was meant for an introduction. “Friend of mine. miss,” he said, in- dicating Wrayson. new my brother well, lived in the flat just be- low him. in fact. Perhaps you'd like to ask him a few wuestions.” here is only one question T want an- | swered.” the girl repiied. with straining | eves fixed upon Wrayson's face. and a MNttle break in her tone. “Shail I see again? If Augustus was really- brother—where is he? What has! happened to him?" ere was a moment's silence. Syd ney Barnes had evidently said nothing | a3 to his brother's tragic end. Wray- | son could see, too, that the girl was on the brink of hysterics, and needed care- ful handling. “We will tell you everything.” he said presently. “But first of all we have to decide whether your Augustus Howard and Morris Barnes were the same per- son. I think that the best way for you to decide this would be to come home to my flat. Mr. Barmes is just above, and I dare say you can recog- nize some of his brother's belongings, if he really was—your friend.” She rose at once. She was perfectly willing to go. They left the place to- gether and entered a four-wheeler. Dur- ing the drive she scarcely opened her lips. She sat in a corner looking ab- sently out of the window. and nervously clasping and unclaspin#®er hands. She answered a remark of Sydney Barnes' without turning her head. “T always watch the people.” she said. “Wherever I am, I always look out of the window. 1 have always hoped—that 1 might see Augustus again that way.” ‘Wrayson, from his seat in the oppo- site corner of the cab, watched her with growing sympathy. In her very con- formity to type, she represented so nat- urally a real and living unmit of hu- manity. Her poor commonplace pretti- ness was already on the wane. stam out by the fear and trouble of the last few months. Yet inane though her fea- tures, lacking altogether strength or distinction, there was stamped into them something of that dumb, dog-like fidelity to some object which redeemed them from utter insignificance. Wrayson, as he watched her, found himself thinking more kindly of the dead man himself. In his vulgar, selfish way. he had prob- ably been kind to her; he must have domg something to have kindled this flame of dogged, persevering affection. Already he scarcely doubted that Morris Barnes and Augustus Howard been the same person. Within a_very few minutes of her entering the flats there 1 remained no doubt at all. With a lo moan, like a dumb animal mortally hurt, she sank down upon the nearest ¢hair, clasping the photograph which Sydney Barnes had passed her in her hands. For a few moments there was silence. Then she looked up—at Wrayson. Her lips moved but no words came. She began again. This time he was able to eatch '.hf‘ indistinct ‘whisper. ere is h ‘Wrayson took a seat by her side upon the sofs. h“l’ou do mot read the newspapers?™ ) her 3 res me “] am afrald,” he 1t will be bad news. A little sob caught in her throat. on,” she faltered. 2 e is dead,” Wrayson said simply. She fainted quietly away. Wrayson hurried downstairs to his own flat for some brandy. When he returned the girl was still unconscious. Her pocket was turned inside out and the front of dress was disordered. A Sydney Barnes was bending over her. Wrayson pushed him roughly away. Q{:fl II'B_. not very said gently, “that jat all | day. IN TowN — THE E —By Herbert Johnson. vy, 1731, & Hher by — RS.GusH SAYS YouRE “THE BEST DRESSED MAN ED! PLEASE CoME AND FIX YOURSELF LP A WITTLE — WHAT ¥ SOME 7 ONE SHouLD DRoP N\ THE AVENGER BY E. PHILLIPS OPPENHEIM. A Tale of Pdlitical Intrigue and Private Revenge. Ospyright, by Little, Brewa & Oo.) “You can wait, at least, until she is well,” he said contemptously. Sydney Barnes was wholly un- abashed. He watched Wryson pour brandy between the girl's lips. bathe her temples and chafe her hands. All the time. he stood doggedly waiting close No considerations of decency or humanity would weigh with him for one single second. The fever of his great desire still ran like fire through his veins. He did not think of the girl as a human creature Simply there was a pair of lips there which might point out to him the way to his paradise. e opened her eves at last. Sydney Barnes came a nearer, Wrayson pushed once roughly away. “You are feeling better?* he asked kindly. She nodded, and struggled up into a sitting posture. Sl “me.” she said. “how did he die? It must have been quite sud- den, Was it an accident?—or—or—" “He saw the terror in her eves, and he spoke quickly. found himself wondering how it was that she was guessing at the truth. “We are afraid, id “that he was murdered. It is surprising that you did mot read about it in the him more papers.” She shook her head. ) “[ do not read much, she said. “and the name was different. Who it—that killed him?” No one know: he answered. “When was it?" she asked. He told her the date. She repeated it tearfully. “He was down with me the day be- fore.” she said. ‘“He was terribly ex- cited all the time, and I know that he was a little afraid_of something happening to him. He had been threatened!™” o you know by whom?’ Wray- | son asked. e shook her head. “He never told me, She answered. ‘He didn’t tell me- much. But he was very, very good to me. I was at the refreshment room at London bridge when I first met him. He used to come in and see me every Then he began to take me out, and at last he found me a little house down at Putney and I was so happy. I had been so tired all my life,” she added, with a little sigh, “and down there T did nothing but rest and rest and wait for him to come. It was too good to last, of course, but didn't think it would end like thi Quietly but very persistently Syd- ney Barnes insisted on being heard. “It's my turn now.” he said, stand- ing by Wrayson's side. “Look here, miss, I'm his brother. You can see that, can’t you?” . “You are something like him,” she admitted, “only he was much, much nicer to look at than you.” | 2 “Never mind that” 'he continued eagerly. “I'm_his brother, his near- est reiative. Everything he left be- hind belongs to me!” “Not—quite everything,” she pro- tested. “What sharply. 2 fou may be his brother,” she an- swered, “but 1" holding out her left hand a little nerovely, “I was his wife!” do you mean? he asked CHAPTER XXXVI THE MURDERED MAN'S EFFECTS Both men had been totally unpre- pared for the girl's timid avowal. To ‘Wrayson, however, after the first mild shock of surprise, it was of no special import. To Sydney Barmes, although he made a speedy effort to grapple with the situation, it came very much as a thunderclap. “You have your certificate?” he ask- ed sharply. “You were married proper=- 1y in a church?* ‘ She nodded. “We were married at Dulwich Parish Church,” she an- swered. “It was nearly a year ago.” “Very well,” Sydney Barnes said. “It is lucky that I am here to look after your interests. We divide every- thing, you know.” She seemed about to cry. “I want Augustus,” she murmured. “He was very good to me.” “Look here,” he d, “Augustus always seemed to have plenty of oof, didn't he?” She nodded. “He was very generous with it, too.” she declared. *“He gave me lots and lots of beautiful things." His eyes traveled over her hands and neck, destitute of ornaments. “Where are they?’ he asked sharply. “I've had to sell them.,” she an- swered, “to get along at all. I hated to, but T couldn't starve." The young man's fuce darkened. “Come,” he said. “We'd better have no secrets from one andother. You All the time he: know how to get at his money, I suppose?” She shook her head. “Indeed 1 don't know anything about it," she declared. “You must know where it came from,” he persisted. “I don't” she repeated. “Indeed I don’t. He never told me and I never asked him. I understood that he had made it in South Africa.” Sydney Barnes wiped the perspira- tion from his forehead. ; “Look here.” he said in a voice which, notwithstanding his efforts to control it, trembled a little, “this is a very serious matter for us. You don’t want to go back to the refreshment bar again, do you?" ‘I don't care what I do.” she an- swered dully. 1 hated that but 1 shall hate everything now that he is Fone.” “It's only for a day or two you'll ifeel like that,” he declared. “We've igot a right, you and I to whatever i Morry left behind, and whatever hap- pens I mean to have my share. Look around you!" 1t was not an inspiring spectacle. The room was dirty. and almost de- void of furniture. “All that I've had out of it so far.” he declared, “is free quarters here. The rent's paid up to the end of the yvear. I've had to sell the furniture bit by bit to keep alive. It was a cheap lot, cheap and showy. and.it fetched jolly little. Morry always did like to have things that looked worth more than he gave for them. Even his jew- elry was sham—every bally bit of it. There wasn't a real pearl or a real diamond among the lot. But there's no doubt about the money. I've had the bankbook. He was worth a cool two thousand a vear was Morry— that's five hundred each quarter day. vou understand, and somewhere or other there must be the bonds or se- curities from which this money came. He never kept them here. I'll swear to that. Therefore they must be some- where that you ought to know about™ She nodded wearily. “Very likely,” she said. “I have s parcel he gave me to take care of.* The effect of her simple words on Barnes was almost magical. The dull color streamed into his sallow cheeks, he shook all over with excitement His voice, when he spoke, was almost hysterical. He had been so near to despair. This indeed had been almost his_last hope. “A parcel!" he gasped. “A parcel! What sort of a parcel? Did he say that it_was important?” “It's just a-leng envelope tied up with a red tape and sealed.” she answered. “Yes! he made a great fuss about leaving it with me.” “Tell us all about it,” he demanded greedily. “Oh, Lord! Oh, Lord! quick!” “It must have been almost the very day it happened.” she said, with a 4 little shudder. “He came down in the afternoon and he seemed a bit queer, as_though he had something on his mind. He took out the envelope once or twice and looked at it. Once he sald to me, ‘Agnes’ he said, ‘there are men in London, who if they knew that I carried this with me, would kill me for it. I was frightened, and 1 begged him to leave it somewhere. I think he said that he had t6 have it always with him, because he couldn’t think of a safe hiding place for it Just as he was going, though, he came back and took ‘it out of his pocket once more.” “He left it with you?’ Barnes ex- claimed. “You have it safe?” She nodded. “I was going to tellyou ‘Look he; Agnes,’ he said, Tm nervous tnnl:hrt I don’t want to carry this about with me. I shall want it tomorrow and I'll come down for it. Tonight's a dan- gerous night for me to be carrying it about.’ Those were just about his last words. He gave me the packet and I begged him to be careful. Then he kissed me and off he went, smoking a cigar, and as cheerful as though he were going to a wedding. (Continued in Tomorrow's Star.) S 2y D6 NG 3~ 5~y 2~ AN { i ! 2N PN 9 : NG NG5 N0~ The elastic’ long fibre fillin(oflcg::dm Brand Mattress is R g e 1ok « years ; after, DN the linary matt is packed into.a hard Topy mat.’ o~ Mattresses | INTERNATIONAL BEDDING CO? ' Barriuone anD Ricumond { where they were handled every day. attend to it.” Be | ING STAR,” WASHINGTON, D.C, T An Office Housewife. Men not infrequently talk of the advisability of applying business principles to the running of a home, and women might oftener suggest the advantage that would be gained by applying some of the practices of the home to the business man's of- fice. The other day a woman bred and matured in the home had an oppor- tunity to show that there was room for her housewifery in the midst of an office. She had been thrown sud- denly on her own devices for earn- ing a living. A compassionate male relative told her to call at his office and he would outline a course of udy whereby she might become useful to him in his office. She called, and for the first time gave the regime of the office more than a superficial glance. After waiting for this relative for a little time she met him with a proposition. She had discovered ways enough that she might prove useful in that office without spending the money learning stenography or typewriting. She asked for permission to be tried out. She had seen the dust in the oftices. It was heavy, ground-in dust that had collected on the rungs of the chairs, between the books in the case, even on the filing cabinets, save “Why don’t the girls dust those cabinets?’ she asked. “Oh, we leave all that sort of thing to the office management. We pay S0 much extra every month. They One of the first things the house- wife did was to persuade the rela- tive to discontinue the arrangement for office cleaning. Thereby he saved a good contribution to the woman's wage. First there was a general housecleaning, one Saturday after- noon, and after that with a vacuum cleaner and systematic daily dusting these oftices were kept really clean at less_expense than was the case when they were not really cleaned at all. Already this spotless clean- ness has been noticed and is having its good effect on the tone of the business. Then the office housewife got busy i on the luncheon preposition. She had a little corner of the stockroom equipped with a two-burner stove and a shelf of dishes. Much time and confusion is saved on very busy days by having good lunches pre- pared”in the office. 1t was this that persuaded thei head of the concern that she was| worth her wage. For he had for- merly lunched on an unappetizing sandwich and tepid coffee sent in | would please him better than a meal Jenny Wren Makes a of young wrens” s Winsome and Mrs. Bluebird Discovery. a family here all right last " protested Mr. Wren That w. “Chatter BY THORNTON ‘W. BURGESS. There's little gained by being meek, s their good luck.” snapped r wag probably too | Nor.will he find who will not seek. somewhere clse to come over L ey Wren. | here while their fam growing. You notice they are hesting here this year. Mr. Wren had no answer for this, 50 he began to sing. He had been aching to sing all morning. In spite Jenny Wren xat on top of anold tence post on the edge of the Old Orchard, jerking her tail and scolding as only Jenny can scold. It didn't[of their trouble, he wanted to sing. seem as if there could be so much h IOI!: th; e ""(“”".' "dl-'lh.\lrs Wren, L ) | sharply. ere isn’t anything to sin temper in such a small person, thou about. 1t will be time cnough 1o Sirg when you come to think about it. it en we have found a home.” M. { often appears that the smaller the en stopped Singing. 1 “It looks to mc s if we will have to else person the more temper they have.|gn off somewhe and I don't The post was hollow. the very one in{want to, continued Jenny. “Come which Winsome and Mrs, Bluebird and we will see if’ there Is ; e @ pund Farmer Brown's had made their home th | isn't | guess we will “This is the only empty house there 1 couldn’t and 1 don't like it! 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