Evening Star Newspaper, July 3, 1923, Page 18

s w OMAN’S PAGE The Newest Summer Sweater BY ANNE RITTENHOUSE. If your sweater is not sleeveless it must have the sleeveless effect, says the open-eyed woman who has fre- quented the country clubs devotedly this summer. You will probably have bought your | sleeveless sweaters by this time, she goes on to advise, but if you haven't, then it's a clever trick to wear one of the new sweaters made one,color in the body and another in the sleeves. The frock with which you wear it must be like the sleeves, and then You give the impression of wearing a sleeveless sweater. It is only when You doff your sweater, revealing a wenveless frock beneath, that it be- comes apparent that your sweater really boasts sleoves. To be specific, you may have a knitted sweater like the one shown in the sketch—of Egyptian blue body and white sleeves. Then you wear it over a white frock, so that the sleeve: of the sweater look as if they be- longed to the frock. It's a trick, if you like, and tricks are perhaps not ®ood art, but it's a rather clever trick and may therefore be excused. It's £00d fashion. For the most part present-day fashion steers clear of the tricky de- vice—the detai] of dress that looks like something beside what it is. We. hear less of simulated plaits and sig ulated closings and simplated panels. That word “simulated” used to be stock in trade with dressmakers and the people who wrote the descrip- tions and instructions on paper pat- terns. Usually, nowadays, our frocks do up and undo where they look as if they did. Once it seemed to be the test of a dressmaker’s skill to hide by ingeniously placed snappers and hooks and eves, the actual opening of a frock, though it was quite smart to place a row of buttons and a sim- ulated placket, somewhere glse on the frock. This sweater, by the way, closes down the front, and the choice of many well dressed women now is for this type of sweater in preference to the one that fastens at the side. There are some with long tuxedo col- Jars closing at the front at the walst- ine with a single button. Let's hope that-this new fashion of sweaters with contrasting sleeves won't give the women who Kknit their own sweaters an inspiration to use up odds and ends of yarn—left over from previous knitting bouts. By Clsne Robunson Listcn,world!fsm I believe that our standard of American womanhood would be im- proved about 100 per cent and our homes rendered infinitely more se- cure if every girl were compelled to epend one year of her life before she Is twenty in office or hospital work. This would be not only for the pur- pose of teaching her how to earn and save money, but how to use time. The average woman who has never DO YOU WASTE? worked outside the home has about as much jdea of the value of time as a horned toad has of flying. I'm aware that this statement is going to meet with indignant protest from my domestic sisters. “Hub!" they ery. ‘'what do you know about it? Youre just a writer and probably never washed a dish in vour life!” Guess again, ladies. 1 was a 8omestic sister once myself. 1 didn't merely waste time—I murdered ft. Yet as housekeepers go 1 was well in the speedster class Housework is a hard job, but more than half the discontent and physical weariness could be saved if wives were forced to plan and account for their time as working womtn are PERSONAL HEALTH SERVICE BY WILLIAM Noted Physician and Author. Standard Physical Tests. One may be exceptionally strong in a muscular way and “the plcture of health” as that picture is popularly’| drawn, vet fail to pass a health ex- amination. Muscular strength or m- cular development does not imply good health. Neither does normal weight nor moderate overwelght. Neither does a ruddy or florid com- plexion. Neither does a hearty appe- tite. Nelther does a capacity to worry along for months or years without any medical advice or attention. I am not so arbitrary or certain about endurance. Perhaps good physical “Just Hats” By Vyvyan The Chou for Chic. ‘The newest models from Paris, and some of the riiest fall models for the wholesale trade, are showing these large choux of ribbon. The above model s a very chic one. It is a straw with a generous poke, edged in ribboh. A chou of the same ribbon covers the back of tire crown. l | EGYPTIAN BLUE KNITTED SWEAT- ER _WITH WHITE SLEEVES, ;' WORN WITH WHITE CREPE | FROCK. . | forced to plan. The average wife [ Rinks she "plans. She will bitterly inform you that she works 14 hours {out of the 24. Some few actually do | | work that 1ong, but they are very | few. Most wives fritter away & good | | half of their time, yet do it in such & | way that they are actually in harness !all day without any definite period for rest or amusement. | ""Edith is “never done” because she I never gets right down and does the | things she has to do steadily and con- ! vely. She works frantically for an hour—then hangs out of the ‘Win- | dow chattini to the woman next door | for the next 20 minutes. While they are chattering the work idea iy nax- | ging at the bock of her head. She is | constantly conscious of dirt, disorder and delayed duties. Consequently, | there is no Slenisnt of rest In that 20 | minutes of idieness. | "'Next she starts plcking up the liv- !ing room. Five minutes, then min- utes pass, and last night's newspaper | catches her eye. Itll take only a | minute to read the New York fash- | fon hints. Then there's that Vander- |'morgan scandal. She comes out of it | with & start to realize that 14 min- utes have passed and the stew is burning. Before the room is done. Clara is on the phone With a brief bit of gossip which lasts exactly 24 min- e UtG%. before lunch has been thought of, there's a dead loss of sixty-two minutes—a 1088 which “makes things late” all along the line and culminates | With & row at the supper table. It | an office girl deliberately threw away sixty-two minutes in the midst of a busy morning how long would she | 1ast on her job? % That's the main reason why ‘“‘wom- an's work_is never done.” If you're going to do a thing. do it—and keep right on doing it until 13 qnne. 1t Clara rings up tell her you're busy and hang up. Treat your home as | it it were your office during working | hours and make others respect it as | such. And if you won't do this, don't | whine if friend husband roars at you {and the children show an obvious ‘ contempt for your methods. You can’t expect the rewards of an effi- | cient professional if you give service that would discredit a thirteen-year-{ old cash girl. BRADY, M. D., | endurance does imply good functional | organic health. | The National Amateur Athletic | Union has recently prepared some standard physical tests which will be | applied to every member of the citi- | zens’ military training camps in the | United States this summer. The tests | include running 100 yards, running broad jump, running high jump and bar vault; the standards of physical efclency 'are gauged to four age classes—first, boys in thelr early teens, thirteen to sixteen years old; next,’ boys seventeen and elghteen years old; next, boys of college age, hineteen to twehty years, and finally young men. These tests are so valuable that I give the table here, as I find it pub- Last nite after suppir pop was be- ginning to look as if he was starting to feel comfortable, and ma sed, ‘I ixpect Mr. and Mrs. Hews tonite. ‘The dooce, either one of them's bad enuff, and both together they defy discription, pop sed. Have you eny more bad news he sed. And he started to lite a cigar and ma sed, O, by the way, that reminds me, Willyum I had another good ideer for a way for you to brake yourself of smoking. Its very simple, thats the bewty of it, she sed. Cant you ixplain it some other time, the thawt that the Hews are coming i oppressive enuff as it Is, pop sed, and ma sed, dont be silly, walt till 'you heer it, its certeny simple. I shouldent be serprized pop sed, and ma sed, The hole thing is, every time you feel like smoking, go into a movie show, and of corse they dont allow smoking in there, and nobody would wunt to smoke in the dark enyway, and in a few minnits you'll get Intristed in the pickture and forget all about that you wunted to smoke, untill gradually by degrees you wont even wunt to smoke in the ferst place to_begin with. Thats & marvellis ideer and Im go- ing to try it immeeditly, pop sed. Im £oIng rite erround to the Little Grand and throw this cigar away outside, and dash rite in, and Il tell you all about my sensations wen I come back, he sed. And he jumped up and ma sed, But Willyum, not now, the Hews are coming. ‘Who are.the Hews that they should be allowed to stand in the path of progress? pop sed. And he quick went down and put on his hat and went out, ma saying, Now wat do you think of that man, he jest delibritly took idvantage of my ideer so he could get out of sceing the Hews. Wich he proberly did. the Hews being 2 peeple that do all the tawk- ing and none of the lissening. Your Home and You BY HELEN KENDALL. At Home on the Fourth. “Well, where shall we go to cele- brate the Fourth?" questioned Mr. Home-maker at the breakfast table. “Out to the pleasure park, seeing tae parade on the wa: But Mrs. Home-maker held up a hand as eloquent as that of a traffic policeman at a busy corner. “Nowhere, my dear,” she announced firmly. ‘Do you remember last year how it rained all day just after we had gotten away from the house? And the year before, when it was so ghastly hot that the children cried dismally half the time and we were nearly dead before we finally got them home? Not again for me! This year we are going to celebrate Inde- pendence day at home, and the chil- dren are going to have just as good a time, too. Come out into the back yard.” Mr. Home-maker followed her into the little city back yard, bounded on | three sides by a high brick wall and paved with stones. But bits of green grass struggled up in the cracks between the stones, and a single heaven-sent tree threw its shade over the small inclosure. Here a novel sight met the father's eves. In the center of the yard Old Glory floated from a flagpoie set up in a larger space between paving stones. Little clusters of small flags were fastened to the wall here and there. The children’s nursery c¢hairs had been brought down and placed in the shade. On a small table under the tree was a punch bowl full of lemon- ade, some fruit and some fire-cracker boxes of simple candies. “Five or six of the neighborhood youngsters are invited to a Fourth of July party here this afternoon,” she explained. “I've ordered ice cream.and made a cake, and have some pretty favors showing the Stars and Stripes. They will play games, and you can make a short patriotic address, If you like (father made a wry face but looked interested at this chance to instill patriotism into his small circle), and when they are tired, hot and cross they will be within five minutes of their homes instead of many weary miles away. The mothers are ‘all delighted at the Idea, and lished in Recruiting News, April 1, 1923, a dulletin of recruiting inform: tion issued by the adjutant general's office at Washington: Runntng Running broad high Jump Jump 210 30 100 yards (seconds), 15 1545 1485 1423 1415 14 1345 Polnts, i et bisnbis e SRENIIRLEI ZERRIEL 166 s 180 -0 190 o2 80 Scoring of points is doné on the 100-point system. FEPEE P PREEEEPI T 258 i3 ord »! Excel- lent. 60 Fair. Good. 50 60 Junior high school standard (13 to 16). standard . 80 7 o 70 80 - T 9 100 110 oung men_ without any particular athletio or physical training should be marked on the college standard, that ls, &ny young man (which means any man who isn't avowedly an old man) ought to run the hundred yards in a shade over 13 seconds, jump 14 féet on the broad and 4 feet 4 inches high, and vault 5 feet 2 inches. Some such tests as these should be required of every high school boy for a passing mark each year, and a simi- lar scoring table should be arranged for high school girls. There i8 far too much farcical business, hokum, perpettated in the high schools in the name of physical eduoktion. alutout t”e'utne and keep it. At pportunity test reelf and ‘if@ dut how, old you are. o when the children see the display of miniature fireworks I have gotten for you to fire off they will like this kind of home Fourth as well as the excursions we have always thought we had to give them.” MOTHERS AND THEIR CHILDREN Training the Ear. One mother says: “Once a week, on Sunday evenings, we have a musical memory evening. I play classical se- lections on the victrola, and as each one is pla; the children try to uess the name of each plete which & put on as well as the singer and composer. I tell them little stotles connected with the different pieces. It Is surprising how quickly they learn the music.” The Diary of a Professional Movie Fan BY GLADYS HALL. Two Questions for Your Considera tion. ‘I've heard a lot of discussion lately about what kind of pictures the pub- lic most wants‘to see, and it seems to me that such portion of the public it really interested in what It sees ought to have a voice in the matter and ought to make that voice heard. In other words, do you fans want to see big pictures from big books T 0 FOR INSTANCE, DO YOU GO TO SEE MILTON SILLS OR A FEA- TURE STORY? and stories, such things, for diverse examples, as “Vanity Falr,” and “Robin Hood,” and “Jane Eyre,” and such productions as are based on books and stories faméd and famous, or would you prefer seceing the actors and actresses you especially like in less pretentious and less well stories? Poor Stomach. It was a very warm day and Peter was uneasy. porch mat and sighed drearily. “What's the matter, Peter? Feeling the heat? Take a drink of shrub.” The shrub was a mixture of fruit julce, sweetened and iced. It tasted good to Peter. ful and asked for another. Don't drink too much. #aid mother dreamily. such a hot da: Peter wandered away to the tennis court and watched his sister play. Too tired and feeling rather heavy about the middle, he lay down to the task. The grass felt soft and cool for a while but not for too long. He went crawling back to the house. Ther a lady visitor and she and his mother were having a dish of jce cream with littie @akes. “Poor Peter! He feels the heat so. Take a little ice cream, Peter, and it will cool you of.” Peter went to the pantry, and Mary served him generously. He waddled down the shaded street and met Tom and his mother on their way to the drug store. “Come on, Peter. I'm going to have a soda. Come ahead. “Yes, do,” said Tom's mother. will cool you oft.” So Peter had a tall glass full of soda with a regular island of ice cream floating -about in it It's rather 1t was BEDTIME STORIES The Fears of Mrs. Grouse Are Realized. Anxiety goes hand in hand With mother love throughout the land. —MRS. GROUSE. There is just as much difference be- tween the children of the little peo- ple of the Green Forest and the Green Meadows as there is between little human children. Some are smarter than others.. Some are more timid than others. Some are more curious than others. Some are more heedless than others. Some are more diso- bedlent than others. In such a big family as Mrs. Grouse had there was boupd to be a great difference. You renfémber that there were twelve young Grouse. If Mrs. Grouse could have been sure that all would do exactly the same thing in exactly the same way it would have made It much easfer for her. She would have been far less anxious. But she could never be sure just what each one would do in time of danger. She was always fearful that when they took to their wings some WITHOUT A SECOND OF DELAY THEK TOOK TO THEIR WINGS. might fly too far and get lost. So in spite of the fact that those young Grouse were growing rapidly, and overy day were better able to take care of themselves, Mrs. Grouse wor- ried. It happened one day that they were so busy getting their breakfast th Reddy Fox mandged to steal almo within jumping distance of them be- fore Mrs. Grouse discovered him. Just in time she saw him, “Fox! Fox!" she cried. Those young Grouse knew by thé sound of her voice that they were. in great dangér. Without a second of delay they took to their wings, Away they went up over the tree tops, scattering in all directions. Now one of those young Grouse was more timid than the others. She was 80 timid that in the suddenness of her flight she flew and flew and flew until her small win could carry her no farther. When she came down to the ground she promrfiy hid. At the time the alarm was given she had been headed in the opposite di- rection from her brothers and sisters. She had been the first to take to her wings, and, of course, she had flowh in the direction in Which she was headed. The result was that when she finally came down to the ground again she was a 1ong way from her mother and brothers and sisters. Bhe didn’t know it then, nor did they. But when the danger was past and Mrs. Grouse called her scattered chil- dren to her, shé discovered that hér, fear had fealized. Of ecourse, 1 He crumpled up on a|His was a full day. He drank one glass- | 1 | | | | hour. [ | | | countea “them a third time. | given the alarm in time. | was ail in vain. | Which Interests you the most—the tory or the star? I don't mean by this thit the story need be a poor story—of course not'—but whether or not the tienge and thought and research and time-taking of such productions as I have mentioned. and others of a like ilk that I do not call to mind at this moment, are worth doing. They are really not worth it if you would all just as soon see Glenn Hunter, or Mabel Ballin, or Norma Talmadge in some story written for the screen, for them and for—well, for you. The producers ponder this point seriously. Recently Al Lichtman, film distributor, said: “I have alwa: been of the opinfon that while the original screen story its place, the one that has first gained unive sal popularity in book or play is the one that the picture fan is the most interested in and usually feels the most repaid for seeing. Is this s0? Are you more inter- ested in seeing picturizations of books and stage plays you know, have read or have seen, or would you just as soon see your favorite star or any stars at all in any storfes at sll? At any rate, following Mr. Licht- man's judgment, Preferred Pictures plan to arrange thelr program for the coming months along these lines. Some of thelr recently mcquirsd fiim rights include “The First Year,” Frank Craven's famous comic trag dy of married life; David Belasco's play, “The Boomerang”; “Paint Per- fume,” by Zona Gale, d others. Other companies are following the same trail. Speak up! Speak up! re still another moot mat- at kind of titles pay the is what the producers et al. would like to know. When you are passing a movie emporium, what kind of title 1s apt to attract you and Induce you to enter and beguile an hour or more? Here are some titles which have received the approbation of the theaters as belng espectally good drawing cards: “Are You a Failure?” “The Girl W Came Back,” “Poor Men's Wives,” “Daugh- ters of the Rich” and “Shadows.” Would those particular titles ap- peal to you? If not, write me and tell me some that have, that do or that might. Then he had lunch followed by more shrub, little cakes, ice water, & lemon ice, cold lemonade, ice cream. He' wanted no supper. He needed a doctor. Isn't it strange that people think that a child’s stomach has no limita- tions? Poor stomach! Is the child tired? Feed him. Is he too hot? Give him a drink. Is he cold? Give him @ drink. Want to entertain him? eed him. No other organ of the body is 8o subjected to abuse as is the child's stomach. 1If his eyes are overworked they rebel instantly. The bloodshot membranes, the twitching lids, swol- len and dark, the pain comes swiftly on the heels of the offense. Ears will stand no abuse. Neither will hands or feet or teeth. Their protests are quick and loud. But the poor &tomach lies quietly in its retreat meekly taking every- thing that comes to it hour after It sends up a faint remon- strance. It grumbles gently. It seems troubled and restless as one in distress but without language to ex- press it. Then comes the rebellion. Once the stomach turns, it is like all_the grim, silent forces in the world, relentless, thorough, complete in its'action. It has stood for all it can endure. Now beware! The only terms you can make peace upon is a carefully observed contract. No overtime, and no arbitration. (Copright, 1923.) By Thornton 'W. Burgess. the firet thing she did was to count them, There were eleven instead of twelve. She counted them again. She ac! time she counted ecleven. One was | missing. There was no doubt about it, one was missing. Could Reddy Fox have caught that one? She thought she had been the last one to leave the ground, and she was quite sure that she had seen him and But one of those children was missing. What could have happened? Mrs. Grouse began to call. She called and called, and then listened. There was no reply. She called again. She kept calling_and listening. It There was no sound or sign of the missing little Grouse. (Copyright, 1028, by T. W. Burgess). The Guide Post By Henry van Dyke Evidences of Christianity. He that hath clean hands and a pure heat—Ps. xxiv., 4. An honest, earnest, true heart; a hand that will not stain itself with unjust gain, or hold an unequal bal- ance, or sign a deceitful letter, or draw an unfair contract; a tongue that will not twlist itself to a false- hood or take up an evil report; a soul that points as true as a com- pass to the highest ideal of man- hood or womanhood—these are the marks and qualities of God's people everywhere. And when these qualities are ex- alted and manifested, when a Chris- tian means one whose word is his bond, who can be trusted with un- told 'treasure without fear of his stealing, whose praise s an honor and whose friendship is a jewel of priceless value; one who does his duty toward his fellow men as a sefvice to his God; one whom you can more certainly trust to paint your house, or make your clothes, or draw your will, or take care of the health of your family, because he is a Christian; one whose outward In- tegrity 1is the proof of inward purity—then the church will have great praise and large triumph. (Copyright, 1923.) English Cheese Dish. Break in very small pieces enough mild cheese to make half a cupful Add one cup of milk and a table- spoonful of butter. Put the butter into a pan and, when melted, add the cheese. When reduced to a paste add one egg beaten very light and three-fourths cup of bread crumbs, which have previously been soaked in a cup of milk. Stir thoroughly, cook for about flve minutes, then pour over thin slices of toast. *Fourth of July Dinner. Clam Cocktalls inh Lemon Cups. Radishes. Salted Popcorn. Broiled Lobster. Cucumbers With French Dressing Leg of Lamb, With Mint Sauce and Currant Jelly. New Potatoes With Parsley. Tomato Salad. Cheese Straws. ‘Watermelon. BWistory of Pour Name. BY PHILIP FRANCIS NOWLAN. DREYFOUS VARIATIONS—Rehfuss, Rehfus, fus, Dreifuss. RACIAL ORIGIN—German. SOURCE—A locality. This Is a very interesting family name group, in which the variations indicate a passing back and forth be- tween the German and the French languages. There 1s, of course, the possibility that the form of Dreifu: the origin of some of the var in the combination “drei-fu “three feet,” but inasmuch as the names are quite evidently in that class which has been derived from inn and shop signs at some period df the middle ages or early modern times, this explanation does not seem to be that of the majority of cases. The more logical explanation lies in the combination ‘“reh-fus or “deer's foot.” The inn or the shop “of the three feet” would have been a curiosity even in the middle ages, but “the sign of the deer's foot” would be quite natural and an ob- vious selection of a merchant or inn- keeper putting out a sign by which those who could not read might yet identify his place of busines ‘Then, in cases where French was spoken’ (say in Alsace, where, as a matter of fact, the family name of Dreyfous is common), the form would be Dreyfous,” “D'rehfuss’ and finally “Dreyfous,” being trans. lated back to Ger: again a “Dreifus” or “Dreifuss” at a period in which the German tongue again dominated. Alsace and Lorralne are full of family names of German origin which show marked evidence of French influence. COLOR CUT-OUT How to Make the Circus Trapeze. Drei- “The cut-outs and their circus com- pany present Burt!" Tom and Harry and Susan and every single other person in the crowd cheered as the trapeze boy swung himself up. You will enjoy playing circus with your cut-out dolls more if you make a real trapeze for Burt. This is how you do it. Tie two strings to the round of a chalr, as in_the picture, close to the place on the floor where you play with your Cut-out dolls. Tie a toothpick at the bottom of the strings for the rod. Now, when you cut out Burt tomorrow you can make him hang on the rod and do regular stunts. Here you also have the Balloon Boy's basket, which will hang on his arm if yvou cut the dotted line on the handle. Color the basket yel- low, the ticket green, ice cream cones yellow, with red cherries, and the peanut bags yvellow and red. ashion? orecdst x 1 All tae better shops along the ave- nue are starting to show jacquette blouses of this type.. The pattern provides for either long or short sleeves and cuts in sizes 1€ years, 36, 38, 40, 42, 44 and 46 Inches bust meas- ure; size 36 requires 2% yards of 36- inch material, with % yard of 32-inch contrasting material. Price, 15 eénts, stamps of coin. You could make this jacquette blouse of contrasting meterials as il- lustrated here or entirely of printed crepe, which would also produce & charming efl'ecr Jacquette blouses with pleatgd skirts will be Very popu- lar in late spring and summer. Misconduet b; ;. ground for an ‘fil w divorce deeree. usband s sufficient 1sh woraa te win FEATURES. | | (Copyright, 193, by indicates ° (Continued from yesterday.) “We've got to see this thing out” he replied. “Have you forgotten that our friend promised us @ sensation before we left?” Wilmore began to laugh a little derisively. Then, suddenly aware of some lack of sympathy between him- self and his friend, he broke off and |glanced curlously at the latter. “You're not taking him serlously, are you?” he enquired. Francis nodded. “Certainly I am,” he confessed. You don't believe that he was get- at us?" Not for a moment.” “You believe that something is going to happen here in this place, or quite close?” “I am convinced of it calm reply. Wilmore was silent. For a moment he was troubled with his old fears as to his friend's condition. A glance, however, at Francis' set face and equable, watchful air reassured him. “We must see the thing through, of course, then,” he assented. “Let us see it we can spot the actors in the coming drama. CHAPTER IX. It happened that the two men, walt- ing in the vestibule of the restaurant tor Francis' car to crawl up to the entrance through the fog which had unexpectedly rolled up, heard the slight altercation which was atter- ward referred to as preceding the tragedy. The two young people con- cerned were standing only a few feet away, the girl pretty, a little peevish, an ordinary type; her companion, whose boyish features were marred with dissipation, a very passable ex- ample of the young man about town going a little beyond his tether. “It's no good standing here, Vic- tor!” the girl exclaimed, frowning. “The commissionaire’s been gone ages already, and there are two others before us for taxis.” “We can't walk,” plied gloomily. “It's a foul night. Nothing to do but wait, what? Let's &0 back and have another drink.” The girl stamped her satin-shod foot Impatiently. “Don’t be_silly,” she expostulated. “You know I promised Clara we'd we there early.” “All very well” the young man erumbled, “but what can we do? We 1l have to wait our turn.” ‘Why can't you slip out and look r & taxi yourself?' she suggested. Do, Victor,” she added, squeezing his arm. “You're so clever at picking them up. He made 2 little grimace, but lit a cigarette and turned up his coat collar. “I'll do my best” he “Don’t go on without me.” “Try up towards Charing Cross road, not the other way,” she advised earnestly. “Right-oh!” he replied, which il- luminative form of assent, a word spoken as he plunged unwillingly into the thick obscurity on the other side of the revolving doors, was probably the last he ever uttered on earth. Left alone, the girl began to shiver, as though suddenly cold. She turned around and glanced hurriedly back into the restaurant. At that moment she met the steady, ques tioning scrutiny of Francis' eyes. She stood as though transfixed. Then came the sound which every one talked of for months afterwards, the sound which no one who heard it ever forgot—the death cry of Victor Bldlake, followed a second afterwards by a muffled report. A strain of frenzied esurprise seemed mingled with the horror. Afterwards, silence. There was the sound of some com- motion outside, the sound of hurried footsteps and agitated voices. Then a terrible little procession appeared. Something—it seemed to be a shape- less heap of clothes—was carried in and laid upon the floor, in the little space between the revolving doors and the inner entrance. Two_ blue- liverfed attendants kept back the horrified but curieus crowd. Francis, vaguely recognized as being somehow or other connected with the law, was one of the few people allowed to re- main whilst a doctor, fetched out from the dancing-room. kneeled over the prostrate form. He felt that he knew beforehand the horrible verdict Wwhich the latter whispered in his ear after his brief examination. +Quite dead! A ghastly busine ancis gazed at the hole In the shirt-front, disfigured aiso by a scorching stain. “A bullet?" he asked. The doctor nodded. “Fired within a foot of the pcor fellow's heart,” he whispered. “The murderer wasn't taking any chances, ‘whoever he wa “Have the police been ment Zor The head porter stepped forward. “There was a policeman within a few yards of the epot, sir,” he ieplféd “He's gone down to Keep every one away from the place where we found the body. We've. telephoned to Scot- land Yard for an Inspector.” The doctor rose to his feet. “Nothing more can be done,” he pronounced. “Keep the people out of here whilst I go and fetch my hat and coat. Afterwards, I'll take the body to the mortuary when the am- bulance arrives.” An attendant pushed his way through the crowd of people on the inner side of the door. “Miss Daisy Hyslop, young lady who was with Mr. Bidlake, has just fainted in the ladies' room, sir,” he announced. “Could you come “I'll be there immediately doctor promised. . .. The rest of the proceedings fol- lowed a normal course. The police arrived, took various notes, the am- bulance followed a little iater, the body was removed, and the littie crowd of guests, still infected with a sort of awed vxcitement, were al- (lowed to take their leave. Francis and Wilmore drove almost in sllence to the former's rooms in Clarges street. “Come up and have a drink, An- drew,” Francis invited. “I need it,” was the half-choked Esbontes rancis led the way in silence u the two flights of stairs Into his site ting room, mixed whiskies and sodas from the decanter and syphon which atood upon the sideboard, and mo- tioned his friend to an easy chair. Then he gave form to the thought ! which had been haunting them both. “Wat about our friend Sir Timothy Brast?”. he inquired. “Do you belleve now that he was pulling our legs ‘Wilmore dabbed his forehead with his handkerchief. It was a c¢hilly {evening, but there were drops of | perapiration still standing thete. “Francis,” he confessed, “it's hor- rible! I don't think realism like this {attracts me. It's horrible! What are we going to do?” “Nothing for the present,” was the brief reply. “If we were to tell our story, we should only be laughed at. What there is to be done falls to imy lo 8 “Had the police anything to sa: | about it?” Wilmore asked. > b l “Only a few words,” Francis re- plied. -Shopland has it in hand. A good man but unimaginative. I've come across him in one or two cases lately. You'll find a little bit like this in the papers tomorrow: "The murder is believed to have been col mitted by one of the gang of d Eendoen who have infested the West nd duting the last few months.’ You remembér the aseault in the Albany éouft yard, and the sand in Shepherd Market on) ly last weel was the her escort re- promised. THE EViL SHEPHER By E. Phillips Oppenheim. | T ;J,FI Little, Brewn & Co.) “That seems to let Sir Timothy /| out,” Wilmore remarked. “There are many motives for crime besides robbery,” Francis declared “Don’t be afraid, Andrew, that 1 am golng to turn amateur detective and make the unravelment of this case all the more difficult for Scotlan Yard. 1f I Interfere, it will ba on certainty. Andrew, don’t think I'm mad but I've taken up the challenge our great philanthropist flung at me tonight. I've very little interest in who killed this boy Victor Bldlake or why, but I'm convinced of one thing—Brast knew about it, and if he is posing as a patron of crime on a great scale, sooner or later I shall get bim. He may think himself safe,. | and he may have the courage of Beelzebub—he seems rather that type —but if my presentiment about him comes true, his number's up. I can almost divine the meaning of his breaking in upon our conversation tonight. He needs an enemy—he is thirsting for danger. He has found Wilmore filled his pipe thought- fully. At the first whiff of tobacco he began to feel more normal. “After all, Francls,” he said, aren't we a little overstrung to- night? Sir Timothy Brast is no ad- venturer. He is a prince In the city & persona grata wherever he choose to go. He isn’t a hanger-on in socte He isn't even dependent upon Bohe mia for his entertalnment. You can't serlously imagine that a man with his possessions is likely to risk his life and liberty in becoming the Inspira- tion of a band of cut-throats?” Francis smiled. He, too, had lit his pipe and had thrown himself into his favorite chair. He smiled confidently across at his friend. “A millionaire with brains,” he argued, “is just the one person in the world likely to weary of all ordi- nary forms of diversion. 1 begin to remember things about him already. Haven’t you heard about his wonde ful parties down at the Walled House? Wilmore struck the table by his side with his clenched fist. “By George, that's It!" he exclaimed. “Who hasn’ “I remember Baker talking about one last year” Francis continued, “never any detalls, but all kinds of mysterious hints—a sort of mixture between a Roman orgy and a chapter from the ‘Arablan Nights'—singers trom Petrograd, dancers from Africa and fighting men from Chicago.” “The fellow’s magnificent, at any rate,” Wilmore remarked. His host smoked furlously for a moment. “That's the worst of these multi- millionaires,” he declared. “They think they can rule the world, traffic in human’ souls, buy morals, mock at the law. We shall see!” “Do you know the thing that I found most interesting about him?" Wilmore asked. “His black opals” the other sug- gested. “You're by the way of being a collector, aren't you?” ‘Wilmore shook his head. he_fact that he is 4 Oliver Hitdreth's widow 0 ether ©f Francis sat quite still for a moment, There was a complete change in his expression. He looked like a man who has received a shock. “I forgot that,” he muttered. CHAPTER X. Francis met Shopland one morning about a week later, on his way from Clarges street to his chambers in the Temple. The detective raised his hat and would have passed on, but Fran- cl8 accosted him. “Any progress, Mr. Shopland3” he inquired. The detective fingered his small, sandy mustache. He was an insignifi- cant-looking little man, undersized, with thin and watery eyes. His mouth, however, was hard, and there were some tell-tale lines at its cor- ners. . “None whatever, I am sorry to sav, Mr. Ledsam,” he admitted. “At pres- ent we are quite in the dark.” “You found the weapon, I hear?” 8hopland nodded. "It was just an ordinary service revolver, dating from the time of the war, exactly like a hundred thousand ' others. The inquirles we were able to make from it came to nothing." “Where was it picked up?” “In the middle of the waste plot of ground next to Soto's. The murder evidently threw it there the momer he had discharged it. He must have been wearing rubber-soled shoes, fc not a soul heard him g Francis nodded thoughtfully. “I wonder,” he said, after a slight pause, “whether it ever occurred to you to interview Miss Daisy Hyslop, the young lady who was with Bid lake on the night of his murder?” “I called upon her the day after- ward,” the detective answered. he had nothing to say?” Nothing whatever.” “Indirectly, of course,” Francis cor tinued, “the poor girl was the cau th. If she had not insist upon his going out for a taxicab, the man who_was loitering about wou probably have never got hold of him.” The detective glanced up furtively at the speaker. He seemed to reflect for & moment. “I gathered,” he sald, “in conversa- tion with the commissionaire, that Miss Hyslop was a little impatient that night. It seems, however, that she was anxious to get 40 a_ball which was being glven down in Ken- sington.” “There was a ball, Francls asked. “Without a doubt,” the detective replied. “It was given by a Ml Clara Bultiwell. She happens to re- member urging Miss Hyslop to come on as early as possibl. /8o that's that,” Francis observed. “Just 80, MF. Ledsam,” the detective murmured. They were walking along the Mall now, eastward. The detective, who seemed to have been just a saunterer, had accommodated himself to Fran- ¢ls’ destination. “Let me see, there was nothing stolen from the young man's person, was there?” Francis asked presently. “Apparently nothing at all, sir.” “And I gather that you have made evéry possible inquiry as to the young man’s relations with his friends?” o far as one can learn, sir, they g?em to have been perfectly amica- ‘Of course” Francls remarked presently, “this may have been quite & purposeless affair. The deed may have been committed by a man who was practically a lunatic, without any motive or reason Whatever.” “Precisely 80, sir,” the detective agreed. “But, all the same, I don't think it was. “Neither do T, Franels smilea slightly. “Bhopland,” he said, “if there is no further internal evidence to be col- lected, I suggest that there {s only one person likély to prove of as- sistance to you.” "And that one person, sir?” “Miss Dalsy Hyslop." “The young lady whom I have al- ready seen?" Frances nodded. {‘The young lady whom you have hlready seen,’ he assented. “At the same time, Mr. Shopland, we must temember this: 1t Miss Hyslop has ."K knowledge of the facts which are behind Mr. Bldlake's murder, it Is more Ilkely to be to her interest to keep them to herself than to glve them away to the police free gratis and for nothing. Do you follow me?” "Pnclflol{. sir." “That being 80, Francis continued, “I am going to make a proposition to you for what it is worth. Where were you ‘oln when I met you this Morning, Shopland?” (To be vontinued tomorrow., 1 i \ was there?” q{