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m Crimson — CHAPTER HU. (Continued.) He quickened his pace again, and finally stopped before one of the bi houses where lights were gleaming from the hall and dining room windows. They we electric lights, by their nd save for the hall and the rest of the house lay ess. The cyle bell let off roving staccato from behind the s Stee] pulled up. The nothing abnormal about the house, nothing that struck the ad- venturer’s eye beyond the extraordin- ary vivic s of the crimson blind. The two s indaws of the big bay were huttered, but the large cen- like a flood of scarlet over- silken sheen. Far across nt the ruby track stru heart of the fog. ote,” Steel murmured. shall remember that impression.” He was destined never to forget it; but it was only one note in the gamut ure now. Witn a firm step he up the marble flight and turned It felt dirty and rusty to is tou Evidentiy the servants were neglectful, or they were employed by people who had small regard for out- ward appearances. The door opened noiselessly and Steel A Morrish lan- pewer, an blank fo; “y closed behind him. tern c 4 brillant flood of light upon a crimson , a chair and an empty oak umbrella stand. Beyend this there was no atom of furniture in the hail. It was impossible to see beyond the dining room door, for a heavy red vel- vet curtain was drawn acro first impre yn was the amazing still- of the place. It gave him a queer that a murder had been commit- and everybody had fied, leav- rpse behind. As David the lump in his thro&kt inded strangely hollow. He pa into the dining room and looked eagerly atout him. The room was handsomely furnished, if a little a big mahogany table in rows of mzhogany chairs, ed in red merocco, tine modern of them artists’ proofs, on the wal A big marble clock, flanked twar of vases on the sideboar The red distemper had faded to pale- pink in places. conventic prints, mos “Tottenham Yourt Road,” Steel smiled to himself. ‘Modern, solid, ex- but decidedly inartis Gin- 5 yurteen guineas a pair, worth atout as many pence. Moneyed people, solid ectable, of the middle rest and myster The om was from overhead and from the walls. On the shining desert of the dining table tay a small, flat parcel, addressed to David Steel, Esq. The novelist tore, off the cover and disclosed a heap of crackling while papers beneath. Rap- idly he fluttered the crisp sheets over— seventy-five Bank of England notes for £10 each. It was the balance of the loan—the price paid for Steel’s presence. All he had to do now was to place the money im his pocket ani walk out of the house. A few steps and he would be free, with aobody to say him nay. It was a tempt- ation, but Steel fought it down. He slipped the precious notes into his pocket and buttoned his coat tightly ever them. He had no fear of the com- Ung day now. . “And yet,” he murmured, “what of the price I shall have to pay for this?” Well, it was worth a ransom. And, go long as there was nothing dishonor- able attached to it, Steel was prepared €0 redeem his pledge. He knew per- fectly well, from bitter experience, that the poor man pays usurious rates for fortune’s favers. And he was not with- ut a strange Sense of gratitude. If— Click, click, click! The three electric witches were snapped off almost si- qmultaneously outside, and the dining room was plunged into-pitchy darkness. Gteel instantly caught up a chair: He vas no coward, but he was a novelist, with a novelist's Imagination. As he stood there, the sweetest, most musical faugh in the world broke on his ear. He caught the swish of silken drapery and the subtle scent that suggested the fragrance of a woman's hair. It was wague undefined, yet soothing. “Pray be seated, Mr. Steel,” the sil- wery voice said. “Believe me, had there een any other way, I would not have given you all this trouble. You found the parcel addressed to you? It is an earnest of good faith. Is not that a correct English expression?” David murmured that it was. But what did the speaker mean? She asked, the question like a student of the Eng- fish language, and yet her accent and @hrasing were perfect. She laughed again, noiselessly, and once more Steel caught the subtle, entrancing perfume. “J make no further apology for drag- ging you here at this time,” the sweet wotce said. “We knew that you were in the habit of sitting up late at night, fence the telephone message. You will perhaps wonder how we came to know wo much of your private affairs. Rest assured that we learned nothing in | By Fred aM. white | Hlind Brighten. Presently you may gather why I am so deeply interested in you; I fhave been so for the past fortnight. "You see, we were not quite certain that yyou wculd come to our assistance un- fess we could find some means of. co- ercing you. Then we go to one of the e@martest inquiry agents in the world and say: ‘Tell us all about David Steel «without delay. Money is no object.’ In flees than a week we know all about eckstein. We leave matters until the Yast moment. If you only knew how revolting it all was!” “So your tone seems to imply, ma- dam,” Steel said, dryly. “Oh, but truly. You were in great trouble, and we found a way to get you out of it. But your trouble is nothing as compared with mine—which brings to business, A fortnight ago last onfay you posted to Mr. Vanstone, per ‘of the Picadilly Magazine, the synopsis of the first four or five chap- ters of a proposed serial for the journal in question. You open that ry with a young and beautiful woman deadly peril. Is not that so? “Yes,"" Steel said. faintly. as you suggest. But how— “Never mind that, because I am not going to tell you. In common parlance —is pot that the w ri?—that woman is in a frightful fix. There is nothing strained about your heroine’s situation, because I have heard of people being milar plight before. Mr. Steel, I you to tell me, truthfully and can- , can you Say the way clear to save your heroine? Oh, I don’t mean by the long arm of coincidence or other favor- ite ruses known to your craft. Imean by common-sense, logical methods, by brilliant ruses. by Machiavellian means. Tell, me, do you see a way?” d e question came eagerly, almost impioringly, from the Darkness. David could hear the quick gasps of the ques- tioner, could catch the rustle of the silken corsage as she breathed. “Yes,” he said, “I can see a brilliant way out, that would satisfy the strict- est logician. But,you—” “Thank Heaven! Mr. Steel, I am your heroine. I am placed in exactly the same_position as the woman whose story you are going to write. The set- ting is different, the local coloring is not the same, but the same deadly peril menaces me. For the love of heaven, It is just hold out your hand to save a lonely and | desperate woman whose only crime is that she is rich and beautiful. Provi- dence had placed in my hands the gist of your heroine’s story. Hence this masquerade; hence the fact that you are here to-night. I have helped you— help me in return?” It was some ttme before Steel! spoke. “It shall be as you wish,” he said. “T will tell you how I propose to save my heroine. Her sufferings are fiction; yours will be real. But if you are savedd by the same means, Heaven help you to bear the troubles that are in front of Before God, it ‘vould be more | ful for me to be silent and let you; go your own way!” CHAPTER Ul. The Voice in the Darkness. man who desires te throw dust in his eyes?” “Ah!” the voice cried; ‘ah, if you could ohly tell me that! Yet my ruffian only imagine that I am dead; let him have proofs of it, and the thing is done. I could reach him then; I coule tear from him the letter that—but I need not go into details. But he is cunning as the serpent. Nothing but the most con- vineing preofs would satisfy him.” “A certificate of death, signed by a physician beyond reproach.” “Yes; that would do. But you could not get a medical man like that to com- mit a felony.” “No; but we could trick him into it,” Steel exclaimed. “In my story, a fraud is perpetrated to bind the villain and to deprive him of his weapons. It is a ease of the end justifying the means. But it is one thing, my dear lady, to commit fraud actually, and to perpe- trate it in a novel. In the latter case you can defy the police: but, unfortun- ately, vou and I are dealing with real life. If I am to help you, I must be a party to the felony.” “But you will? You are not going to draw back now? Mr. Steel, I have saved your home You are a happy man com- pared to what you were two hours ago, If the risk is great, you have brains and imagination to get out of danger. Show me how to do it, and the rest shall be mine. You have never seen me: you know nothing, not even the name of the person who called you over the tele- phone. You have only to keep your own counsel, and if I wade in blood to my end, you are safe. Tell’me how 1 ean die, disappear, leaving that one man to kelieve I am no‘more. And do not make it too ingenious. Don’t for- get that you promised to show me a ra- tional way out of the difficulty. How can it be done?” “Tn my pocket T have a cutting from the Times whica contains a chapter from the history of a medical student who is alone in London. It closely re- sembles my plct. He sa.s he has no friends, and he deems it prudent, for reasons we need not discuss, to let the world assume that he is dead. The rest is tolerably easy. He disguises himself and goes to a doctor of repute, whom he asks to come and see his brother—i. e., himself—who is @angerousdly ill, The dector goes, later in the day, and finds his patient in bed, with severe internal inflammation. This is brought about by a free use of albumen. I don’t know what amount of albumen’ one would take without extreme risk, but you could pump that information out of 2 dector. Well, our medical man cally again, and yet again, and finds his pa- tient sinking. The next day the pa- tient, disguised, calls upo1 his doctor with the information that his ‘brother’ is dead. The doctor is not in the least surprised, and, without going to view the body, gives a certificate of death. Now, I admit, that all this sounds cheap and theatrical; but you can’t get over facts. The thing actually hap- pened a little time ago in London, and there is no reason why it shouldn’t hap- David was silent for a long time. The strangeness of the situation had shut | down on him again, and he was thin! ing of nothing e for the moment. In the dead stillness of the place he ¢ uld hear the quick breathing of his com- panion; the rustle of her dress seemed | near to himr and then to be very far off. | Nor did the pitchy darkness yield a jot | to his now accustomed eyes. He held a | hand close to his eyes, but ke could see nothing. “Well?” the sweet voice in the dark- ness said, impatiently. ‘Well?” “Believe me, I will give you all the | assistance possible. If you would only | turn up the light—’ “Oh, I dare not. I have given my word of honor not to violate the seal of secrecy. You may say that we have been absurdly cautious in this matter, but you would not think so if you knew everything. Even now the wretch who holds me in his power may have guessed my strategy and be laughing at me. Some day, perhaps—” The speaker stopped, with something like a sob in her throat. “We are wasting precious time,” she went on, more calmly. “I had better tel: you my history. In your story a woman commits a crime; she is guilty of a serious breach of trust to save the life of the man she loves. By doing so she places the future and the happiness of many people in the hands of an abandoned scoundrel. If she can only manage to regain the thing she has parted from the situation is saved. Is not that so?” “So far you have stated the case cor- rectly,” David murmured. “As I said before, 1 am in practically a similar case. Only, in my sitution, I hastened everything and risked the happiness of many people for the sake of a little child.” “Ah!” David cried. “Your own child? No! The child of one very near and dear to you, then. From the mere nov- elist point of view, that is a far more artistic idea than mine. I see that I shall have to amend my story before it is published.” A rippling little laugh came like the song of a bird in the darkness. “Dear Mr. Steel,” the voice said, “I implore you to do nothing of the kind. You are a man of fertile imagination—a plot more or less makes no difference to you. If you publish that story you go far on the way to ruin me.” “I am afraid that I am in the dark in more senses than one,” David mur- mured. “Then, let me enlighten you. Daily your books are more. widely read. My enemy is a great novel-reader. You publish that story, and what results? You not only tell that enemy my story, but you show him my way out of the diticulty, and show him how he can checkmate my every move. Perhaps, after I have escaped from the net—” “You are right.” Steel said, promptly. “From a rrofessional point of view, the story is abandoned. And now you want me to show you a rational and logical, a human way out?” “If you can do so, you have my ever- lasting gratitude.” “Then you must tell me, in detail, what it is you want to recover. My | kinda. heroine parts with a decument which the villain knows 1o be a forgery. Mon- ey can not buy it back, because the vil- lain can make as much money as he likes by retaining it. He does as he likes with the family property; he keeps my heroine’s husband out of England by dangling the forgery and its conse- quences over his head. What is to be done? How is the ruffian to be lulled into a false ser.se of security by the one pen again.” “You suggest that I should do this hing?” the voice asked. “Pardon me, I did nothing of the ” Steel replied. “You asked me to show you how my heroine gets herself out of a terrible position, ard I am do- ing it. You are not without friends. The way I was called up to-night and | the way I was brought here, prove that. With the aid of yeur friends, the thing is possible. You are only to find a lodg- ing where people are not too observant and a doctor who is too busy, or too to look after dead patients, thing is done. If you desire to be looked upon as dead—especiaiiy as a powerful enemy—I cannot recommend i more natural, raticnal way than this. As to the details, they may be safely left to you. The clever mannet in which you have kept up the mystery to-night convinces me that I have nothing to teach you in this direction. And if there is anything more I can do—” “A thousand, thousand thanks!” the voice cried, passionately. ‘‘To be looked upon as ‘dead,’ to be near to the rascal who smiles to think that T am in my grave. . . . And everything so dull and prosaic on the surface! Yes, I have friends who will aid me in the business, Some day I may be able to thank you, face to face, to tell you how I managed to see your plot. May I?” The question came quite eagerly, al- most imploringly. In the darkness, Steel felt a hand trembling on his breast, @ cool, slim hand, with many rings on the fingers. Steel took the hand and carried it to his lips. “Nothing would give me _ greater pleasure,” he said. “And may you be successful. Good-night.” “Good-night, and God bless you for a real) gentleman ard a true friend. I will go out of the room first, and put the lights up afterwards. You will walk away and close the door behind you. The newspaper cutting! Thanks, And once more, good-night but let us hope not good-bye.” ‘ She wa3 gone. Steel could hear the distant, dying swish of sitk, the rustle of the portiere, and then, with a click, the lights came up again Half-blind- ed by the sudden illumination, Steel fumbled his way to the door and into the street. As he did so, Hove Town Hall clock chimed two.” With a cigar- ette between his teeth, David made his way home. He could not think it all out yet; he would wait untit he was in his own comfortable chair, under the roses and palms leading from his study. A fine night of adventure, truly, and a paying one. He pressed the precicus packet of notes to his side and his soul expanded, He was home at last. But, surely, he had closed the door before he started? He remembered} distinctly, trying the latch. And here the latch was back and the dcor open! Tne quick snap of the electric light declared nobody in the dining rocm. Beyond the study was in darkness. Nobody there, but—stop! ‘A stain on the carpet; another by the conservatory door. Pots of flowers scat- tered abcut, and a huddied mass, like a litter of empty sacks, in one corner. Then the huddled mass resolved itself into the figure of a man, with a white face smeared with blood. Dead? Oh, yes, dead enough. Steel flew to the telephone and rang furiously. “Give me 52, Police Station!” he cried. “Are you there? Send somebody at once up here—15 Downend Terrace. ‘There has been murder done here, For Heaven's sake, come quickly!” Steel dropped the receiver and stared at the dreadful sight before him. ‘ (To Be Continued.) ‘A man can be devoted to a woman withcut loving her; he cannot love her without being devoted to her.” wae [IMPURE PAKING POWDER SEIZED The New York Board of Health Find It Contains Alum and Rock, Declare It Dangerous to Health and Dump It Into the River. The New York papers report that the Health Department of that city has seized as dangerous to health nearly two tons of cheap mixtures sold for baking powder and dumped them into the offal scow to be destroyed. More of the powder was found in a Sixth ave. department store. The re- port of the analysis of the Health Department stated that it was “an alum baking powder” containing alum and pulverized rock. The different Health Authorities seem to have different ways of re- pressing the sale of bad baking pow- ders, In England they have prosecut- ed the grocers under the general law and broken up the traffic. In Missouri the sale of alum baking powder is actually prohibited by law. In New York they seize the unwholesome stuff and cast it into the river without any discussion. The lattcr way is certain- ly effective. The alum baking powders are usu- ally offered at a low price, ten to twenty cents a pound, or with some prize, as a temptation to the house- wife. Consumers can protect themselves by buying only high-grade baking powder of estaliishea name and reputation. Do not be tempted by the grocer to take something else as “just as good” or “our own brand,” for the trials show that the grocer himself is often deceived by unscrupulous mak- ers, and is selling an alum powder without knowing it. There are several good powders on the market; let the hovsekeeper insist on having what she knows is right, and not be induced to risk the life ot the family for an imaginary saving of a few cents. Returned With Interest. A country farmer was driving down a narrow lane on his way to visit @ friend, when he espied an old woman in the middle of the road picking up some pieces of turf, which had evidently fell from scme passing wagon, ni Pulling his horse up, to avoid run- ning over her, he said, rather sharply: “Women and donkeys are always in the way!” “Sure, sir,” she said, stepping to one side, “I'm glad you've the manners to put yourself last.”—Cassell’s Journal. The Sun a Poor Timekeeper. The sun does not keep good time. He is almost always too fast or too slow. Once, about the middle of April, he is just on time; then not again before the middle of June. At the beginning of September he joins the clock a third time, and, lastly, once more in Decem- ber. Now it would seem as if he were startled at the way he had neglected us. In February he fell back until he was fifteen minutes late. By the mid- dle of March he had made up five min- utes of the loss, and before the month is over he will have caught up to with- in five minutes of the schedule. Mean- while the days have been growing long- er very rapidly. We begin March with our nights longer than our days. We and it with the days longer than the aights. In the one month we have add- ed to the length of our day an hour and twenty minutes, a bigger gain than any other months can show.—Ladies’ Home Journal. Worth of Some London Property. Land at £2,613,000 an acre does not frequently come into the market, even in London, but a few years ago, when the freehold of Cheapside was sold, the sum it realized was at the above rate per acre; that is to say, a plece of ground that could be covered by an or- dinary penny postage stamp realized 63 11 1-2d, not at all a bad price for a paltry five-sixths of a square inch of real estate. Judging from the ground- rents secured on No. 10 Cornhill, which, five or six years ago, realized £42,500, that is to say, at the rate of practically £55 per sqare foot, or £2,452,023 per acre, there are many other delectable spots in the city worth their area in beaten gold, and it is wonderful how prices fall away when the site has not got a frontage on a main thoroughfare. Twenty-two pounds sterling for a piece of ground measuring twelve inches by twelve inches, would doubtless be a price that would tempt even an Irish landlord to part with his property.— Good Words. A Postmaster’s Discovery. Lancaster, N. Y., April 2ist,—Mr. John Remers, postmaster of this vil- lage, was taken with Diabetes four years ago. For two years he doctored with local physicians, as well as several specialists from Buffalo, but got no bet- ter. Indeed, he was gradually growing worse. > He stopped taking the doctors’ medi- cine and commenced a treatment of Dedd’s Kidney Pills. He used in all about ten boxes, and is as strong and well to-day as ever he was. He attributes his recovery to nothing but Dodd’s Kidney Pills, and.says: “Tf I could only talk five minutes to every one who has Diabetes I am sure I could convince them that they need’nt suffer a moment longer, when Dodd's Kidney Pills are on sale in every drug store. 4 “I will cheerfully answer any letters from sick men or women, as I think ev- ery. Diaketes sufferer should be told of Dodd’s Kidney Pills, the remedy that saved my life.” The Same Old Party. Little Ben is the only son of J. B. Wilbur, president of the Royal Trust company of Chicago. Until Ben was seven years of ag? he always addressed his parents as “Papa”? and “Mamma.” Then his mother struggled with him to speak to and of them as father and mother. He was corrected many times before he could make up his mind to address them as she wished. One night, while saying his prayers, he, as usual, asked God to bless his dear papa and mamma. Suddenly he stopped pray- ing, and in a perfectly solemn and re- spectful manner, said: “Excuse me, God, I should have said father and mother; the same old part: —New York Geer’) If a man is wise, one angry word doesn’t lead to another, ° *|In Minnesota. State News of the | Week Briefly Told. @ co 00 0b 00 be 00 00 0 ee 08 A fire‘ of incendiary origin partly de- stroyed the city hospital at Glencoe. A. W. Thompson was elected mayor at Preston without a dissenting vote. Mrs. Howard Bemis is dead at Vern- dale, after a tong and painful illness. Minnesota is getting its share of set- tlers from the homeseekers’ movement. The railroad station at Eveleth, was completely wrecked by robbers, who at- tempted to blow up the safe. A large stock farm has been opened in the burned district east of Sand- stone, by Mr. Schrane of Hermann. Fred Bohri, Sr., merchant and bank- er of Foutain City, had his hand cut off in his feed mill. His condition is criti- cal. A terrific wind and dirt storm raged for two days at Rochester. Early-sown grain was uncovered, as the soil is very dry. James H. Ferrell, one of the pioneer settlers of Wright county, is dead at Cokato. He left a widow and five chil- dren. State Game Warden J. A. Austin ar- rested six Lac qui Parle county farm- ers while they were seining for fish in Big Stone lake. The Duluth board of health has or- dered an investigation into the charges of incompetent and scandalous conduct of the pest house. Jacob Schank, proprietor of the Jacob Schank packing house, Shakopee, died after an extended illness, aged sixty- three years. Henry Fortmeyer of St. Paul took a drink of carbolic acid, mistaking it for whisky, and died before aid could be summoned. Mrs. S. H. Moer, wife of Former Judge Moer, of the district court of Du- luth, has applied for a divorce on the grcund of desertion. Dr. Thomas Howell, formerly of Wi- nona, has been elected superintendent and resident physiciin of the Worcester (Mass.) city hospital. Delmore Hawkins of Winona, brake- man on the Northwestern road, has ap- plied for a patent on an adjustable step for passenger coaches. Fire destroyed George Dickinson's meat market at Pine Island. An ad- joining building was also damaged. The loss is $1,500, fuly insured. Residents of West Duluth held an in- dignation meeting recently and declared thenselves in opposition to the abolish- ment of the West End hibrary. The Citizens’ Telephone company, which was owned and operated by Far- ibault capitalists, has been sold to the Northwestern Telephone company. Hilda Thompson, the five-year-old daughter of Thorwald Thompson of Stillwater, is dead. The little one’s clothing caught fire from a bonfire. Charles Peterson, a2 farmer of the town of Newton, was instantly killed in a sawmill by a piece of striking timber, which struck him ‘with terrific force. Nicholas O. P. Wagner died at the residence of his son in Vermillion, aged seventy years. He was an old and well known resident of Dakota county. , If citizens raise $2,000, to pay part of the cost of operating the pontoon bridge at Stillwater, , the city council, by res- olution, has agreed to abolish tolls for the summer. People of Red Wing have served no- tice on the state board of control that trouble will follow any attempt at lo- cating the girls’ training school in any city except Red Wing. Mrs. Samuel Ells cf Dodge Center, who was severely burned a few days ago, is dead. Mr. Ells, who was burned at the same time, was buried several days ago. President J. N. Kildahl, of St. Olaf college, Northfield, has returned from Chicago, where he has been for medical treatment. The operation he under- went was successful. George L. Hageman of Cottage Grove has shipped to Chicago seven car loads of fine fat steers. Their average weight was 1,460 pounds, and the price was $6.75 per hundred pounds. The Canal and Bridge company will begin wérk on the new aerial bridge at Duluth as soon as navigation will per- mit. One hundred thousand dollars is needed to complete the structure. The county board granted a fran- chise to the Mankato & St. Peter Rail- way and Lighting company to run its trolley line to St. Peter. Le Sueur an Nicollet counties will do likewise. Andrew Carnegie has just notified C. L. Bruce president of the Albert Lea Lbrary board, that he will give $12,000 for a library building at Albert Lea, it the city guarantees $1,200 per year for its maintenance. Martin Ream, janitor in the high school building at Preston, hanged himself with the bell rope, after drink- ing the contents of a two-ounce bottle of chloroform. He was seventy-two years old and a veteran of the Civil ‘War. 4 Rev. Harry M. Knowles, pastor of the Grace M. E. church at Duluth, has created consternation in the ranks ot base ball enthusiasts by the publication of a notice of warning that all persons who engage in Sunday base ball play- ing will be prosecuted. La Bae Whether due to inheritance or caused by a depleted condition of the system, is the cause of much agony. Vogeler’s Curative Compound, when taken for this trouble is a means of salvation. 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