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} The Scepter. ' The scepter was the emblem of pow- er. As the silver wand, so familiar in ‘eathedrals, was once hollow, containing Ithe “virge,” or rod with which chas- itisement was inflicted upon the choris- iters and younger ‘members of the \roundation, so the royal scepter repre- igented the right to inflitt punishment. Hence the expression, “to sway the SBceptel implied the holding of regal ‘dignity. The scepter with the dove ‘possessed the additional signification of (the Holy Ghost, as controlling the ac- ‘tions of the sovereign. The same idea was conveyed by Rheims by the beauti- ‘ful ceremony of letting loose a number ‘of doves at the coronation of the French kings.—Good Words. Sent to Conference Commitee. Gen. Grosvenor had just been telling ‘@ story. When he reached the climax the peused expectantly, but nobody Maughed. They locked at him in a re- proachful manner, and the general, twith some irritation, tartly explained ithe point of the joke. They then laughed, but it was an effort, and Sereno Payne e@aid: “Grosvenor, you are deteriorating. 'Formerly anyone could see your jokes after one application.” “Yes,” replied the crestfallen Gros- venor, abjectly, “and now they have io be sent to a conference committee.”— New York Times Held on to a Chair. Palmer, Mo., May 19th.—Mrs. Lucy Compton has for the past eight or ten years suffered a great deal of pain and sickness. She nad Kidney Trouble with an awful pain in her back, which was so bad at many times that she could scarcely get about at all. “I have been down with my back for the past eight or ten years,” she says, “and sometimes so bad I could not get around only by holding on to a chair or some other object. “Dodd’s Kidney Pills have given me more relief than anything I have ever used. “After I had used the first box I was almost entirely cured of this dreadful trouble “I can truthfully recommend Dodd's Kidney Pills to any woman suffering as I had suffered for so long.” Mrs. Compton's cure was certainly a remarkable one. Proved Her Claim. “I wanted to show,” she said, “that woman is maligned, that brevity is quite as much her attribute as it. is man’s, and so, when he proposed, I said *Yes.’” “You might have said ‘No,’” it was suggested. “Not at all,” she protested. “When you say ‘No’ you have to explain why you say {t, aad to tell how sorry you are, and it would have spoiled every- thing.”—Chicago Post. Railroad Wanted. “Yes,” said the head man of the new settlement, “we're after a railroad mow.” “You don’t say!” “Yes, if we could git a railroad to come this way, kill a few cows an’ cut off some o’ the legs of the older citizens, we'd sue it fer damages, an’ git enough to build a town hall an’ grade the cem- etery.”"—Atlanta Constitution, Pa’s Idea of Ships. “What is an 1.irship, pa?” “A ship that puts on airs, my son.” “Is an airship, like other ships, called “ke?” “Certainly; didn’t I just say that an airship was a ship that puts on airs?”— FITS permanentty cored. Ro tite or nervousness afton 's use of Dr. Kline’s Great Nerve Restor. er. Send for FREE $2.00 trial bottle and treativa, Da. R. H. Kuwe, Ltd., 031 Arch Street, Philadelphia, Pa ; Positively Rude. “I say, me ;cod man,” began the dude, as he entered the butcher's dis- secting room, “have you—aw—any meat for a puppy, doncher know?” “Sure thing,” replied the butcher, “Want to eat it here or take it with you?"—Chicago News, Piso's Cure cannot be too highly spoken of as. cough cure.—J. W. O'BRIEN, 322 Third Ave., N., Minneapolis, Minn., Jan, 6, 1900, An All-Over Feeling. “T feel a presentiment,” ‘aid the shad, es he passed up the river, “that some- thing terrible is going to happen to me.” “Ah,” replied the sturgeon, “a vague presentiment, eh?” “Vague, nothing. Why, I feel it in my bones."—Philadelphia Press. A man loses lots of money experi- menting with schemes to make money without work. ‘Wanted—Girl for general housework; smail family; good wages. 832 Osceola avenue. Man learns from his own mistakes; ‘but he never lives icng enough to com- plete his education. Every woman would live long. but 70 svoman would grow old. Laid Up for Sixteen Weeks, St. Jacobs Oil and Vogeler’s Cur- ative Compound Cured Him. “T have been a great sufferer from Rheu- matism for many years. I was laid up with Rheumatic Fever for nine weeks in 1894, and again far sixteen (16) weeks in 1896. I tried many medicines I saw advertised and others I was recommended ; finally I was induced to take Vogeler’s Curative Compound, which did me more good than all other mediciues. In fact, I feel quite a different man since 1 have been taking the Compound. All my neighbors and friends are quite surprised to see me about and looking so well. I can only say that Vogeler’s Curative Compound taken internally and by using St. Jacobs Oil outwardly acted like magic in my case. I had been taking medicines for years without obtaining benefit, but Vogeler’s has practi- cally cured me. Thave recommended Vog- eler’s Curative Compound to a lot of my acquaintances, and they tell me that it has worked wonders. “ Wishing you every success in the sale of rour Vogeler’s Curative Compound and St. jacobs Oil, I remain, gentlemen, “ Your obedient servant, “GrorGE Clarke, Gardener, “23 Beechcroft Road, Surrey.” Send to St. Jacobs Oil, Ltd., Baltimore, for @ free sample of Vogeler’s Compound. CHAPTER VIII. (Continued.) “When my logical formula came back I thought of it,” he said. On inquiring as to whom it was who rung me up on that fateful occasion, I learned that the number was 0017 Kensington and that—” “Gates’ own number at Prince's Gate,” Bell exclcined, “The plot thick- ens.” “It does, indeed,” David said, grimly. “It is Wilkie Collins gone mad, Gabo- riau in extremis, Du Boisgahoy suffer- ire from delirium tremens. I go to Gates’ house here, and am _ solemnly tald, in the midst of surroundings that I can swear to that I have never been there before; the whole mad expedi- tion is launched py the turning of the handle of a telephone in the house of a distinguished, trusted, if prosaic citi- zen. Somebody gets hold of the synop- sis of a story of mine, Heaven knows how—” “That is fairly easy. was short, I suppose?” “Only a few lines, 1,000 vords, a-sheet of paper. My writing is very small. It was tucked into a half-penny open en- velope—a magazine office envelope, marked ‘Proof, urgent.’ There were the proofs of a short story in the buff envelope.” “Which reached its destination in due course?” “So I hear this morning. earth—” “Easily Enough. The whole thing gets slipped into a larger envelope, the kind of big-mouthed affair that enter- prising firms send out circulars and patterns with. This falls into the hands of the woman who is at the bottom of this and every other case, and she reads the synopsis from sheer curiosity. The case fits her case, and there you are. Mind, I don’t say that this is how the thing actually happened, but how it might have done so. When did you Post the letter?” “I can’t give you the date. days ago.” “And there would be no hurry for 2 reply,” Bell said, thoughtfully. “And you had no cause for worry on that head.. Nor nced the woman who found it have kept the envelope beyond the delay of a single post, which is only @ matter of an hour or so in London. If you go a little farther we find that money is no object, hence the £1,000 offer and the careful, and doubtless expensive, inquiry into your position. Steel, I am going to enjoy this case.” “You're welcome to all the fun you van get out of it,” David said, grimly. “So far as I am cencerned, I fail to see the humer. Isn't this the office you are after?” Bell nodded and disappeared, presently to return with two exceedingly rf@tscy keys tied tugether with a drab piece of tape. He jingled them cn his long, slender forefinger with an air of posi- tive enjoyment. “Now come along,” he said. “I feel I'ke a boy who has marked down some thing rare in the way of a bird’s nest. We will go back to Brunswick Square exactly ihe same way as you ap- proached it on the night of the great adventure,” ‘ The synopsis But how on Say ten CHAPTER IX. The Broken Figure. “Any particular ‘object in course?” David asked. “There ought to be an object in ex- erything that even an irrational man says or does,” Bell replied. “I have achieved scme marvelicus. results by following up a single sentence uttered by a patient. Besides, on the evening in question, you were particularly told to approach the house from the sea front.” “Somebody might have been on the look-out near the Western Road en- trance,” Steel suggested, “Possibly. I have another theory: Here we are. The figures over the fan- lights run from 187 upwards, gétting gradually to 219 as you breast the slope. At 1 o’clock in the morning every house would be in darkness. Did you find that to be so?” “J didn’t notice a light anywhere un- til I reached 219.” “Good, again. And you could only find 219 by the light over the door. Nat- urally you were not interested in and would not have looked ‘or any other number. Well, here is 218, where I pro- pose to enter, and for which purpose I have the keys. Come along.” David followed, wonderingly. The house in Brunswick Square was some- what irregular in point of architecture, and Nos. 218 and 219 were the only matched pair thereabouts. Signs wére not wanting, as Bell pointed out, that at one time the houses had been occu- pied as one residence. The two en- trance halls were back to back, so to speak, and what had previously been a doorway, leading from one to the oth- er had been plastered up within com- paratively recent memory. The grim and dusty desolation of an empty house seemed to be supplement- ed here by deeper desolation. Not that there was any dust on the ground floor, which seemed a singular thing seeing that elsewhere the boards were pow- dered with it, and festoons of brown ecbwebs hung everywhere. Bell smiled approvingly as David Steel pointed the fact out to him.” “Do you note another singular point?” the former asked. “No,” David said, thoughtfully; “I— stop! The two side shutters in the bay windows are closed, and there is the same vivid crimson blind in the center window. And the self color of the walls is exactly the same. The faint discol- oration by the fireplace is a perfect facsimile.” i “In fact, this is the room you'were in the other night,” Bell said, quietly. “Impossible!” Steel cried. ‘The blind may be an accident, so might the fad- ing of the distemper. But the furnture, the engravings, the fittings generally—” that By Fred MM. white | ae more sshinad tabusts arn) Blind | “Are all capable of an explanation, which we shall arrive at with pa- tience.”” “Can we arrive at the number over the door with patience?” “Exactly what I was coming to. I noticed an old pair of steps in the back sitting room. Would you mind placing them against the fanlight for me?” David complied readily enough. He Was growing credulous and interested in spite of himself. At Bell’s instigation he placed the steps before the fanlight and mounted them. Over his head were the figures 218 in elongated shape and formed in white porcelain. “Now, then,” Bell said slowly. ‘Take this pocketknife, apply the blade to the right-hand lower half of the bottom of the figure 8—to half the small o, in fact—and I shall be extremely surprised if the quarter section doesn’t come away from the glass of the fanlight, leaving the rest of the figure intact. Very gently; please. I want to con- vince you that the piece comes away because it is broken, and not because the pressure has cracked it. Now, then.’’ The point of the knife was hardly un- der the edge of the porcelain before the segment of the lower circle dropped into Steel's hand. He could feel the edges of the cement sticking to his fingers. As yet the full force of the discovery was not apparent to him. “Go out into the road and look at the fanlight,” Bell directed. David complied eagerly. A sharp ery of surprise escaped him as he looked up. The change was apparent. Instead of the figures 218 he could read now the change to 219—a faintly in- different 9, but one that would have passed- muster without criticism by ninety-nine people out of a hundred. With a strong light behind the figures the clumsy 9 would never have been noticed at all. The very simplicity and ingeniousness of the scheme was its safeguard. “I should like to have the address of the man who thought that out,” David said dryly. “Yes, I fancy that you are dealing with quite clever people,” Bell replied. And now I have shown you how utter- ly you have been deceived over the number we will go a little further. For the present, the way in which the fur- niture trick was worked must remain a mystery. But there has been furni- ture here, or this room and the hall would not have been so carefully swept and garnished whilst the rest of the house remains in so dirty a condition. If my eyes don’t deceive me, I can see two fresh nails driven into the arch- way leading to the back hall. On those nails hung the curtain which prevented you from seeing more than was neces- sary. Are you still incredulous as to the house where you had your remark- able adventure?” “I confess that my faith has been se- riously shaken,” David admitted. ‘But about the furniture? And about my telephone call from Mr. Gates’ town house? And about my adventure tak- ing place in the very next house to the one taken by him at Brighton? And about Miss Gates’ agitation when she learnt my identity? Do you call them coincidences?” “No, 1 don’t,” Bell said promptly. They are merely evidences of clever folks taking advantage of an excellent strategic position. I said just now that it was an important point that Mr. Gates had merely taken the next door furnished. But we shall come to that side of the theory in due course. Have you any other objections to urge?” “One more, and I have finished for the present. When I came here the other night—provided, of course, that I did come here—immediately upon my entering the dining room the place was brilliantly illuminated. Now, directly the place was void the supply of elec- tric current would be cut off at the meter. So far as I can judge, some two or three units must have been con- sumed during my visit. There could not be many less than ten lights burn- ing for an hour. Now, those units must show on the meter. Can you read an electric meter?” “My dear fellow, easier.” “Then let us go down into the base- ment and settle the matter. There is pretty sure to be a card on the meter made up to the day awhen the last ten- ant went out. See, the supply is cut off now.” As Steel spoke he snapped down the hall switch and no result came. Down in ‘the basement by the area door stood the meter. Both switches were turned off, but on Bell pressing them down Steel was enabled to light the passage, “There’s the card,” Bell exclaimed. Made up to 25th June, 1895, since when the house has been void. Just a minute whilst I read the meter. Yes, that’s right. According to this card in your hand, provided that the light has not been used since the index was taken, should read at 1521. What do you make of the card?” “1532,” David cried. ‘Which means eleven units since the meter was last taken. Or, if you like to put it from your own point of view, eleven units used the night that I came here. You are quite right, Bell. You have practi- cajly convinced me that I have been in- side the real 219 for the first time to- day. And yet the more one probes the mystery the more astounding does it ‘become. . | . What do you propose to do next?” “Find out the name of the last ten- ant or owner,” Bell suggested. Discov- er what the two houses were used for when they were occupied by one per- son. Also ascertain why on earth thé owners are willing to let a house this size and in this situation for a sum like £80 per annum. Let us go and take the keys back to the agents.” Steel was nothing loth to find himself in the fresh air again. Some Ree pa gi pe like the opening of dl match between or te me a) there is nothing muddled and bewildered did he become. No complicated tangle in the way of a plot had ever been anything like the skein this was. “I’m like a child in your hands,” he said. “I’m a blind man on the end of a string; a man dazed with wine in a labyrinth. And if ever I help a woman again——” He paused as he caught sight of Ruth Gates’ lovely face through the window of No. 219. Her features. were tinged with melancholy; there was a look of deepest sympathy and feeling and com- passion in her glorious eyes. She slip- ped back as Steel bowed, and the rest of his speech was lost in a sigh. CHAPTER X.-The House of the Silent Sorrow. A bell tolled mournfully with a slow, swinging cadence like a passing bell. On winter nights, folks passing the House of the Silent Sorrow, compared the doleful clanging to the boom that carries the criminal from the cell to the scaffold, Every night all the year round the little valley of Longdean echoed to that mournful clang. Per- haps it was for this reason that a wan- dering poet christened the place as the House of the Silent Sorrow. For seven years this had been going on now, until nobody but strangers no- ticed it. From half-past seven till eight o’clock that hideous bell rang its swing- ing, melancholy note. Why it was no- bedy could possibly tell. Nobody tn the village had ever been beyond the great rusty gates leading to a dark drive of Scotch firs, though one small boy bolder than the rest had once climbed the lichen-strewn stone wall and penetrated the thick undergrowth beyond. Hence he had returned, with white face and staring eyes, with the information that great wild dogs dwelt in the thickets. Subsequently the vil- lage poacher confirmed this informa- tion. He was not exactly loquacious on the subject, but merely hinted that the grounds of Longdean Grange were not salubrious for naturalists with a pedatory disposition. Indeed, on moonlight nights those apocryphal hounds were heard to bay and whimper. A shepherd up late one spring night averred that he had seen two of them fighting. But nobody could say anything about them for certain; also, it was equally certain that nobody knew anything about the people at Longdean Grange. The place had been shut up for thirty years, being under- stood to be in Chancery, when the an- nouncement went forth that a distant relative of the family had arranged to live there in future. What the lady of the Grange was like no one could say. She had arrived late one night, accompanied by a niece, and from that moment she had never been beyond the house., None of the large staff of servants ever left the grounds unless it was to quit altogeth- er, and then they were understood to leave at night with a large bonus in money as a recompense for their prom- ise to evacuate Sussex without delay. Everything was ordered by telephone from Brighton and left at the porter’s lodge. The porter was a stranger; also he was deaf and exceedingly ill tem- pered, so that long since the village had abandoned the hope of getting any- thing out of him. One rational being they saw from the Grange occasionally, a big man with an exceedingly benevo- lent face and mild, large blue eyes—a man full of Christian kindness and given to largesse to the village boys. The big gentleman went by the name of “Mr. Charles,” and was understood to have a lot of pigeons of which he was exceedingly fond. But who “Mr. Charles” was, or how he had got that name, it would have puzzled the wisest head of the village to tell. And yet, but for the mighty clamor of that hideous bell and that belt of wildness that surrounded it, Longdean Grange was a cheerful looking house enough. Any visitor emerging from the drive would have been delighted with it. For the lawns were trim and truly kept, the beds were blazing with masses of flowers, the creepers over the | Grange were not allowed to riot too ex- travagantly. And yet the strange, haunting sense of fear was there. Now and again a huge black head would up- lift from the coppice growth, and a long, rumbling growl come from be- neath a double row of white teeth. For the dogs were no fiction. They lived and bred in the fifteen or twenty acres of coppice round the house, where they were fed regularly and_ regularly thrashed without mercy if they showed in the garden. Perhaps they looked more fierce and truculent than they really were, being Cuban bloodhounds, but they gave a weird color to the place and lent it new terror to the sim- ple folk around. The bell was swinging dolefully over the stable turret; it rang out its pass- ing note till the clock struck eight and then mercifully ceased. At the same moment precisely as-she had done any time the last seven years, the lady of the house descended the broad, black oak staircase to the hall. A butler of the old-fashioned type bowed to her and announced that dinner was ready. He might have been the butler of an archbishop from ‘his mien and deport- ment, yet his evening dress was seedy and shiny to the last degree, his patent leather boots had long lost their luster, his linen was terribly frayed and yel- low. Two footmen in livery stood in the hall. They might have been supers playing on the boards ofa traveling theater, their once smartly cut and trimmed coats hung raggedly upon them. As to the lady, who was tall and. handsome, with dark’ eyes and features contrasting stragely with hair as white as the frost on a winter’s landscape, there was a far-away, strained look in the dark eyes, as if they were ever night and day looking for something, something that would never be found. In herself the lady was clean and wholesome enough, but her evening dress of black silk and lace was drop- ping into fragments, the lace was in rags upoh her bosom, though there were diamonds of great value in her white hair. And here, strangely allied, were wealth and direst poverty; the whole place was filled with rare and costly things, pictures, statuary, china; the rane ‘were covered with thick carpets, and ‘yet everything was absolutely smotheréd in’ dust. A thick, white, blankety cloud of it lay everywhere. It; obscured the china, it dimmed the glasses of the eee nee Oe have elapsed since a housemaid’s brush or duster had touched anything in Longdean Grange. Ht was like a pal- ace of the Sleeping Beauty, wherein people walked as in a walking dream. ‘The lady of the house made her way slowly to the dining room. Here din- ner was laid out daintily. and artistical- ly enough—a gourmant would have drawn up to the table with a feeling f satisfaction. Flowers were there, and silver and cut glass, china with a his- tory of its own, and the whole set out. on a tablecloth that was literally drop- ping to pieces. It was a beautiful room in itself, lofty, oak panelled from floor to roof, with a few pictures of price on the walls. There was plenty of gleaming silver glowing like an argent moon against a purple sky, and yet the same sense of dust end desolation every- where. Only the dinner looked bright and modern, There were.two other people standing Ly the table, one a girl. with a hand- seme, intellectual face full of passion but ill-repressed; the cther, the bis, fair man, known as “Mr, Charles.” As a matter of fact, his name was Regi- nald Henson, and he was distantly re- lated to Mrs. Henson, the strange chat- elaine of the House of the Silent Sor- row. He was smiling blandly now at Enid Henson, the worderfully-beauti- iul girl with the defiant, shining eyes. “We may be seated, now that madam has arrived,” Henson said, gravely. He spoke with a certain mocking hu- mility and a queer, wry smile on his broad, loose mouth that filled Enid with a speechless fury. The girl was hot- blooGed—a good hater. and a good friend. And the master passion of her life was hatred of Reginald Henson. (To Be Continued.) Negro’s Cunning Diplomacy. Apropos of a point he desired to make, Hamilton Mabie told this storv at the Aldine associatim, the other evening, of an old negro wo experi- enced religion, and of his master, whose conversation was punctuated with profanity. It was just after the Civil war. The negro had heen the colonel's body guarG as a slave, and remained in that capacity even after receiving his freedom. He joined the Presbyterian church. “Look here, George,” said the colonel, “tell me about this predestination and the elect. You don't believe your old master is doomed to hell, do you? Don’t you think he will go to heaven with the elect?” Respect and love for the old, swear- ing master did not overceme the new- ly-aequired religion, but there was cunning and diplomacy in his answer: “I nevah heahed of nobody,” replied George, “who done got 'lected who wuz not a candidate."—New York Times. Shouter for Church Services. “Shouters,”” to advertise church ser- vices, are the latest. The experiment— a strong-lunged man who hesitated not to use his voice on Suday evening in crowded streets—was tried at North Clark and Michigan streets, Sunday night. “Glorious song service at Moody's church, Chicggo and La Salle ave- nues!” he proclaimed, so loudly that he could be heard two blocks away. “Come 2nd have a glorious time. Fine song service!” The ‘“‘shouter” said that the. practice of distributing printed cards en Sun- day (evening among the theatergoing crowds had been entirely discontinued, but that it had been found many pe+ destrians either refused to take notice, or, having received them, tossed them away a few steps farther on. “But,” he said, “they can’t help hearing my voice. One man stopped for further in- formation, and then said he was going to the church service.”—Chicago Amer- ican. Cue Hug, One Cent. A jury decided to-day that an unwel- come hug constituted damages to the amount of 1 cent, and, accordingly, ren- dered judgment in that sum against Richard Langan, who was sued by Mrs. Lizzie Cecil for forcing his affec- tions upon her. Langan is a retired capitalist. Mrs. Cecii and her husband rented their home from him. On the pretense of having repairs made, Langan went to the Cecil home, and maée himself so agreeable that the woman showed him a small crucifix. So far from putting Langan into a de- vout frame of mind, the sight of the crucifix caused him to place his arm around Mrs. Ceil’s waist. Such is her story. Langan swore that he merely brushed by her, and begged pardon for so doing.—Louisville (Ky.) Special to New York World. Labourchere on Savagery. Can we be very much surprised that foreign nations do not regard our methods of war as highly chivalrous? We are selling by auction the estates of the Boer leaders in the field. As the only persons who can buy them are the representatives of the Transvaal mill- ionaires (their principals living in Lon- don in palaces or enjoying themselves on the Riviera), they are the only bid- ders. The estates are, therefore sold for a mere song, as shark no more bids against shark in the Transvaal than in a mock auction at home. On the other hand, Delarey has released Lord Meth- uen, scorning to keep a wounded mag prisoner.—London Truth. The Upper Dog. Jasper—I always sympathize with the upper dog in a fight. Jumpup—You mean the under dog, don’t you? Jasper—No, I don’t. Some fool phi- lanthropist is sure to come along and kick in the ribs of the upper dog.—New ‘York Sun. 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