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CHAPTER XI. After Rembrandt. “Before we go any further,” Bell said, efter a long pause, I should like to search the house from top to bottom. I’ve got a pretty sound theory in my head, but I don’t like to leave anything to chance. We shall be pretty certain to find something.” “I am entirely in your hands,” David said, vily. “So far as Iam capable of thinking out anything, it seems to me that we have to find the woman.” “Cherchez la femme is a fairly sound promise in a case like this; but when we have found the woman we shall have to find the man who is at the bot- tom of the plot. I mean the man who is not only thwarting the woman, but prity s evere lesson as to y of minding your own giving you « advisabili ss for the future.” 1 you think I am being made the of a vile conspirac Not by a-woman, certainly, You are ef seme fiendish counter- niin Who has not quite mas- tered what the woman is driving at. By placing you in dire peril he compels the woman to speak to save you, and thus to expose her band.” the “Then, in that case, I propose to sit tigh David said, grimly. “I'am bound to be prosecuted for robbery and at- tempted murder in @ue course. If my man dies I am in a tight place.” And if he recovers, your antagonist be in a tighter,” Bell chuckled. may “And if the man gets well and the brain injury proves perman2nt—I mean if the man is rendered imbecile—why, we are only at the very threshold of the mys- tery. It seems a callovs thing to say, but this is the prettiest problem I have had under my hands. “Make tho most of it,” David said, sardonically. “I daresay I should see the matter in a more rations] light if I were not so directly concerned. But, if we are going to make a search of the premises, the sooncr we start the bet- ter.” Up st s there was nothing beyond certain lumber here were dust and dirt everywhere, ve in the hall and front dining room, which, as Bell sa- piently pointed out had obviously been clear to make room for Steel's str: reception. Down in the house- keeper’s rcom was a large collection of dusty furniture and a nymber of pic- ngs piled up with their Bell began idly to tures-and engr: faces to the wall. turn the latter over. “I am a maniac on the subject of old prints,” he explained. “I never see a pile without a will longing to examine them. And, by Jove, there are some gcod things here. Unless I am greatly mistaken—here, Steel, pull) up the blinds! Good Heavens, is it possible?” ound a Sistine Madonna or a stray Angelo?” David asked. “Or a ghost? What is the matter? Is it another phase of the mystery “The Rembrandt,” “Look at it, man!” Steel bent eagerly over the engraving. {An old print. an old piece of china, an Bell gasped. antique jewel, always exercised a m over the novelist. He had an ring eye for that kind of thing. risite!” he cried. “A Rembrandt, but I don’t recollect the picture was destroyed by) acci- Rembrandt had engraved it own hand,” Bell proceeded to He wis quite coherent now, he breathed fest and loud. “I shall ed to give you the history of the re presently, and more especially of the engraving.” any particular name?” David we found that out. It was he Crimson Blind.’ ". ing away from the crimson blind David murmured. Still, I can quite iraagine that to have peen the name of the picture. That shutter or blind might have had a setting sun be- hind it, which would account for the tender warmth of the kitchen fore- ground and the deep gloom where the lovers are seated. By Jove, Bell, it is a magnificent piece of work, I've 2 special fancy for Rembrandt engrav- ings but I never saw one equal to that.” “And you never will,” Bell replied, “save in one instance. The picture it- self was painted in Rembrandt’s mod- est lodging in the Keizerskroon Tavern, after the forced sale of his paintings at that hotel in the year 1658. At that time Rembrandt was painfully poor, as his recorded tavern bills show. The same bills also disclose the fact that ‘The Crimson Blind’ was painted for a pri- vate customer, with a condition that the subject should be engraved, as well. ‘After one impression had been taken off the plate the picture was destroyed by a careless servant. In a sudden fit of rage, Rembrandt destroyed the plate, having, they say, only taken one im- pression from it.” “Then there is only one of these en- gravirgs in the world? What a fina?” “There is one other, as I know to my cost,” Bell said. significantly. “Until « few days ago I never entertained the {dea that there were two, Steel, you are the victin: of a vile conspiracy, but it is. nothing to the victory which has darkened my life.” “gocner or later, I always felt that I ghould get to the bottom of the mys- tery, and now I am certain of it. And, strange as it may seem, I verily believe that you and I are hunting the same man down—that the one man is at the bottom of the two evils. But you shall héar my story presently. What we have to find out now is who was the st tenant and who is the present own- ex of the house, and, dncifentally, learn who this lumber release ie am this n a great day for me!” grit Bak exultingly, a light shining tu his eyes. And David sapiently asked All that he wanted.to know would come in no further questions at present. time. The next move, of course, was to visit the agent of the property. A smart, dapper little man, looking absurdly out of place in an exceedingly spacious office, was quite ready to give every information. It was certainly true that 218 Brurswick Square was to be let at an exceeding.y low rent on a repairing lease, and that the owner had a lot more property in Brighton, to be let on the same terms. The lady was exceedingly rich and eccentric; in- deed, by asking such low rents, she was doing her best to seriously diminish her income. “So far as I can tell, the property Came “Do you know the lady at all?” Bell asked. “Not personally,” the agent admitted. into the present owner’s hands some years ago, by inheritanee. The proper- ty also included a very old house, called Longdean Grange, not far from Rottingdean, where the lady, Mrs. Hen- son, lives at present. Nobody ever goes there, nobody ever visits there, and to keep the place frce from prying visitors a large number of savage dogs are al- lowed to prowl about the grounds.” Rell listened eagerly. Watching him, Steel could see that his eyes glinted like points of steel. There was something subtle behind all this commonplace that touched the imagiration of the novelist, “Has 218 been let during the occupa- tion of the present owner?” Bell asked. “No,” the agent replied. “But the present owner—as feir to the property— I am told, was interested in_both 218 and 219, which used to be a kind of high-class conyalescent kome for poor clergy and the widows and daughters of poor clergy in want of a holiday. The one house was for the men and the oth- er for the women, and both were fur- nished exactly alike; in fact, Mr. Gates’ landlord, the tenant of 219, bought the furniture, exactly as it stands, when the scheme fell through.” Steel looked up swiftly. A sudden in- spiration came to him. “In that case what became of the precisely similar furniture in 218?” he asked. “That I cannot tell you,” the agent said. “That house was let as it stood, to some sham philanthropist whose name I forget. The whole thing was a fraud, and the swindler only avoided arrest by leaving the country. Prob- ably the goods were stored somewhere, or, perhaps, seized by some creditor. But I really can’t say definitely without looking the matter up. There are some books and prints now left in the house out of the wreck. We shall probably put them in a sale, only they have been overlooked. The whole lot would not fetch £5." “Would you take £5 for them?” Bed asked. “Gladly. Even if only to get them carted away.” “Bell gravely produced a £5 note, for which he asked and received @ receipt. Then he and Steel repaired to 218 once more, whence they recovered the Rem- brandt. and subsequently returned the keys of the house to the agent. There was an air of repressed excitement about Bell which was not without its effect upon his companion. The cold, hard lines seemed to have faded from Bell’s face; there was a brightness about him that added to his already fine physical beauty. “Ana now, perhaps, you will be good enough to explain,” David suggested. “My dear fellow, it would take too long,”’ Bell cried. “Presently I am go- ing to tell you the story of the tragedy of my life. You have doubtless won- dered, as others kave wondered, why I dropred out of the road when the goal was in sight. Well, your curiosity is about to be gratified. I am going to help you, and you, in turn, are going to help me to come back into the race again. By way of a start, you are going to ask’ me to come and dine with you to-night.” “At half-past seven, then. will give me greater pleasure.” “Spoken like a man and a brother, We will dine, and I will tell you my story after the house is quiet. And if I ask yop to accompany me on a mid- night adventure, you will not say me nay?” “Not in’ my present mood, at any rate. Adventure, with a dash of danger in it, suits my present mood exactly. And if there is to be physical violence, 30 much the better. My diplomacy may be weak, but physically, I am not to be despised in a row.” “Well, we'll try and avoid the latter, if possible,” Bell laughed. “Still, for your satisfaction, I m y say there is just the chance of a scrimmage, And now IT really must because I have any amount of work’to do for Gates. Till half-past seven, au revoir.” Steel lighted a cigarette and strolled Nothing thoughtfully homeward along the front. The more he thoyght over the mystery, the more tangled it became. And yet he felt perfectly sure that he was on the right track. The discovery that both those houses had been furnished exact- ly alike at one time was a most import- ant one. And David no longer believed that he had been to 219-on the night of the great adventure. Then he found himself thinking about Ruth Gates’ gentle face and lovely eyes, until he looked up and saw the girl before him. “You—you wanted to speak to me?” he stammered. * “T followed you on purpose,” the girl said, quietly. “I.can’t tell you every- thing, because it is not my secret to tell. But, believe me, everything will come out right in the end. Don’t think badly of me, don’t be hard and bitter because—” “Because I am nothing of the kind,” David smiled. “It is impossible to look into a face like jours.and doubt you. And I am certain that you are aeting loyally and faithfuliy for the sake of others who—” “Yes, yes, and for your sake too, Pray try and remember that. For your sake, | too. Oh, if you only knew how J ad- mire and esteem you! If only—’ She paused, with a deep blush crim- soning .her face. David caught her hand, and it seemed to him for a mo- ment that she returned the pressure. “Let me help you,” he whispered. “Only be my friend, and I will forgive everythirig.” She gave him a long look of her deep, velvety eyes, she flashed him a smile, and was gone. CHAPTER XII. “The Crimson Blind.” Hatherly Bell turned up at Downend Terarce, gay and debonaire as if he had not a single trouble in the world. His evening dress was of the smartest and he had a rose in his buttonhole. From his cab he took a small square brown paper parcel, which. he deposited in Da- vid’s study with particular care. He made no allusion whatever to the sterner. business of the evening; he was gay and light-hearted as a child, so that Mrs. Steel sat up quite an hour later than her usual time, absolutely uncorscious of the fact that she had broken a rigid rule of ten years’ stand- ing. “Now, let us go into the study and smoke a cigar,” David suggested. Bell dragged along a’ deck-chair into the conservatory and lighted a Massa. Steel's offer of whisky and soda was declined. » “An ideal place for a novetist who has a keen eyes for the beautiful,” he said. “There you have your books and pic- tures, your stained glass and china, and when you turn your eyes this way they are gladdened by green foliage and lovevly flowers. It’s hard to connect such a room with a tragedy.” “And yet, the tragedy was worked out close by where you are sitting.But never mind that; come to your story, and let me see if we can fit it into mine.” Bell took a fresh pull at his cigar and plunged into his subject. “About seven years ago professional business took me to Amsterdam; a brilliant. young medical genius who was drinking himself prematurely into the grave had made some wonderful dis- coveries relating to the brain and psy- chology generally, so I decided to learn what I could before it was too late. I found the young doctor to be an exceed- ingly good fellow, only too ready to speak of his discoveries, and there 1 stayed for a year. My word, what do I not owe to that misguided mind! And what a revolution he would have made in medicine and surgery had he only lived! “Well, in Amsterdam I got to know everybody who was worth knowing— medical, artistic, social. And among the rest was an Englishman called Lord Littmer, his son, and an exceed- ingly clever nephew of his, Henson by name, who was the son’s tutor. Litt- mer was a savant, a scholar and a fine connofsseur as regarded pictures. was popularly supposed to have the finest collection. of old prints in Eng- land. He would travel anywhere in search of something fresh, and the ru- mor of some apocryphal treasure in Amsterdam had brought him thither. He and I were friends from the first, as, indeed, were the son and myself. Hensen, the nephew, was more quist and reserved, but fond, as I discovered, of a little secret dissipation. * “In those days I was not averse to a littie life myself. I was passionately fend of all games of cards, and I am afraid that I was in the habit of gam- bling to a greater extent than I could afford. I don’t gamble now, and I don’t play cards; in fact, I shall never touch a card again as long as I live. Why, you shali hear all in good time. “We were all getting on very well to- gether at (rat time when Lord Litt- mer’s sister pail us a visit. She came necompanied by a daughter called Enid. I wili not describe her, because no words of mine could do her justice. In a word, I fell head over heels in love with Enid, and in that state I have re- mained ever since, Of all the crosses that I have to bear, the knowledge that I love Enid and that she loves—and de- spises—me, is by far the heaviest. Put I don’t want to dwell upon that. 1 “We were a very happy party then, until Van Sneck and Von Gulden turned up. Enid and I had come to an understanding, and thoug» we kept our secret, we were not to do so for long. From the very first, Von Gulden ad- mired her. He was a handsome, swag- gering scldier, a good-looking, wealthy man, who had a great reputation for gallantry, and. something worse. Per- haps the fellow guessed how things lay, for he never troubled to conceal his dis- like and contempt for me. It is 10 fault fof mine that I am extremely sensitive as to my personal appearance, but Von Gulder played upon it until he drove me nearly mai. He challenged me, sneerifgly, to certain sports wherein he knew I could not shine; he challenged me to ecarte, where I fancied I was his master. “Was I? Well, we had been dining that night, and. perhaps too freely, for I entirely lost my head before I began the game in earnest. Those cov2ct sneers had driven me nearly mad. To make a long story short, when I got up from the table that night I owed my opponent nearly £800 without the faint- est prospect of paying a tenth part of it. I was only a poor, ambitious young man then, with my way to make in the world. And if that money was not. forthcoming in the next few days I was utterly ruined. “The following morning the great dis- covery was made. The Van Sneck I have alluded to was an artist, a dealer, _a man of the shadiest reputation, whom my patron, Lord Littmer, had picked up. It was Van Sneck who produced the copy of ‘The Crimson Blind,’ Not only did he produce the copy, but he produced the history from some recent- ly-discovered pavers relating to the Keiserskroon Tavern of the year 1656, which would have satisfied a more ex- acting man than Littmer. In the end the viscount purchased the engraving for £800 English. “You can imagine how delighted he was with his prize—he had secured an engraving by Rehbrandt that was ab- solutely unique. Under more favor- able circumstances I should have shared that pleasure. But 1 was face to face with ruin, and, therefore, I had little heart for rejoicing. “I came down the next morning after a sleepless night, and with a wild en- deavor to scheme some way of getting ‘the-money to pay my creditor. To my. absolute amazement I found a polite He |. | note from the letttenant, coldly thank- ing me for the n0tes I had sent him by messenger, and handing me a formal receipt for £800. |At first I regarded it as a hoax, But, with all his quéer ways, Van Gulden was a-gentlemah. Some- body had paid the debt for me. And somebody had, though I have never di: covered who to this da: “All the same, you have your sus- picions?” Steel said. “I have a very strong suspicion, but I have never been able to verify it. All the same, you can imagine what an enormous weight it was off my mind, and how comparatively cheerful I was as I crossed over to the hotel of Lord Littmer after breakfast. I found him literally beside himself with passion. Some thief had got into his room in the night and stolen his Rembrandt. The frame was intact, but the engraving had been rolled up and taken away.” “Very like the story of the stolen’ Gainsborough,” “No doubt the one theft inspired the other. I set off on foot to look for Van Sneck, only to find that he had sud- denly left the city. He had got into trouble with the police, and had fled to avoid being sent to jail. And from that day to this nothing has been seen of that picture.” “But I read to-day that it is still in Littmer Castle.” said David. (To Be Continued.) Ian Maclaren's Soldier Son. The Rev. John Waison's son has just gone off to South Africa with a regi- ment “of volunteers from Liverpool, made up of men born of Scotch fami- lies. The father was proud of his s-n’s chance to ‘serve the empire, and hepes that he will live up to his soldier duties 4s well as he has to his filial gnes. The Sunday afternoon before the soldiers started to embark they worshiped in Dr. Watson's church, and the father and son walked up the aisle together, each in the garb of his calling. The sermon was an exhortation to noble, chaste, chivalric living, conserving the traditions of the empire, of Scottish gentlemen and of their Christian pro- fessions. Dr. Watson, as he preached, suppressed the emotion of his heart, and did not betray his feeling.—Congre- gationalist, Paris’ New First Aid Scheme. Paris has lately been testing a novel apparatus for rendering first aid, In design the contrivance is suggestive of a pillar letter box, containing a small medicine chest and a foiding stretcher. Possession of the latter is obtained by breaking-a glass panel, in the same way as the glass of a fire alarm post is broken when a fire engine is called. In addition to the key of the case, access ig gained to a telephone inside com- municating with the ambulance station in the immediate neighborhood. Noth- ing of a similar kind exists in London, although, of course, the occasional box- like ‘structures sheltering the ambu- lances of the St. John Ambulance as- sociation, remotely resemble them.— Life of a Mach-Loved Novelist. In his forthcoming biography of William Black, the novelist, Sir Wem, yss Reid tells a very entertaining story of Black’s life, his relations with his friends and with the characters in his books. Black once told Sir Wemyss that of all his many stories, “Madcap Violet” was his. favorite; and it is known that the scenes described in that novel were -irawn direct from the neighborkood of Black’s own house, in Camberwell Grove, which was known as Airlie House. The country road about has changed considerably since the story was written, but it is said that the home of Jemes Drummond, the hero of “Madcap Violet,” is still stand- ing. Not Exactly Comforting. Admiral Schley was strolling around the picturesque naval cemetery at An- napolis, the other day, when, happen- ing to meet an old sailor, he said, in a kindly way: “Jack, this is a beautiful spot.” Saluting, the. weather-beaten salt re- plied: “Aye, aye, sir. And it'll be still finer, your honor, when some of our good ad- mirals get planted her.”—New York Times. , Spring School Days. Teacher—Didn’t yeu write this excuse for being late yourself, Henry? Henry—Yes; but father told me to write it for him. Teacher—And he signed it? Henry—Yes’m. Teacher—But I didn’t know your father’s name was Henry. Henry—Guess he must have forgot. Teacher—I think it was you who for- got, Henry.—Boston Transcript. A Difference. Remus (haughtily)—Miss Johnson, Ah’d lak a little understandin’. Yo sed yo’ wudn’t marry me kase yo didn’t lak de way Ah gambled, en den yo’ went en accepted dat crapshootin Gawge. Miss Johnson—Dat’s jes’ de reason. Ah didn’t lak le way yo gambled. Yo’ always lose en Gawge always wins.— Chicago News. Bad Family Examples. Brown—I don’t like to read tales which show that geniuses were onc? unruly children. Jones—Why? Brown—They merely encourage lazy parents to believe that their unruly children will all turn out geniuses.—De- troit Free Press. _ The Octopus. _ “What!” ejaculated the man. hundred dollars for that dress?” “Yes,” answered the wife, soothingly. “It is the train that makes it so ex- pensive,” “Ah-h-h!” groaned the husband, “that cursed ra‘lroai trust again.”— Baltimore American. “Four Is It “Named For” or “Named After?” Should I say that my son is “named for” his grandfather, or that he is “named after” him? You may say either; but the weight of “named for’ has some vogue in the United States, but it is no longer cor- rect in England; ‘named after” is in good use in both. countries:—Ladies’ Home Journal. , _ Toast. One evening we had toast for supper, and as we were eating, my little sister, Gertrude, aged, five, said: “Mamma, please give me one of those pieces of bread that are rusty on both 1) sides.""—Little Chronicle, } ~ for oO | Scandinavians NOT SO “TRIVIAL.” Whole Population of Helsingfors Re-»| sists Russification. _In spite of the assurances of the St. Petersburg press that the recent out- break in Helsingfors was trivial in it- self and soon suppressed. Trustworthy advices from the Finnish capital show that the whole population of the grand duchy still offers firm resistance to the new army regulations promulgated with the avowed object—Russification—says the New York Times. Out of the 857 recruits summoned to the levy in Hel- singfors, April 16, only fifty-six report- ed. In the afternoon of that day the Cossacks charged the public in the sen- ate square and adjoining streets, using their knouts indiscriminately, knocking down everybody who could not escape. The chief sufferers were cripples, old persons and children. Some of the more vigorous victims offered resistance, and a number on both sides were wounded. The crowds declared that they would not disperse until the military were or- dered away. The burgomaster finally succeeded in persuading Gen. Kaigoro- doff to withdraw the Cossacks. At Vilborg, also, the attempt to enroll the new recruits caused much disorder and produced great popular demonstra- tions against the new law. These dem- onstrations tock place at a time when the workmen were engaged in their fac- tories, and were entirely free from any element of rowdyism. The people who took part in them were drawn almost entirely from among the better classes. ‘The crowds were eventually dispersed by the police, and the Cossacks, who be- bayed with the greatest. brutality and sstruck down old men and women, and even children, with their terrible whips. The semi-official account, which ap- peared in the Finnish Gazette of the dis- orders at’ Helsingfors, and which was cabled to this country, is declared to be a gross exaggeration. There can be lit- tle doubt that it was intended to consti- tute a pretext and justification for measures of increased severity against that unfortunate nation. The united opposition to the army regulations has been so far successful that the period for the enrollment of recruits has been postponed to the end of June. BJORNSON’S FARM. Light on His Methods of Work by Harold Jensen. Harold Jensen of Aalaborg. Denmark, who recently visited Bjornstjerne Bjorn- son at his splendid estate, Aulestad, gives an interesting sketch of the po- et’s home life in a Danish paper. The farm, which is a model in every way, is managed by Bjornson himself. He is up by 6 o'clock, and works hard all day long, no matter how many guests there rray be at the place, and there are al- ways some. His literary work and the care of the big farm keep him very busy in spite of the fact that he is a most prodigious worker. Bjornson has recently installed at ‘Aulestad an electric lighting plant at a cost of 16.000 kroner. This furnishes il- lumination for every corner of the es- tate. There is a blacksmith shop on the place, and Bjornson is talking of erecting a saw mill and a flour mill. In the stables are forty-three cows of the well known Gudbrans breed. Notwithstanding Bjornson’s many great abilities, it is his wife who is the scul of the household. She handles the finances of the farm and the house. AUGSBURG COMMENCEMENT. Clas« of Eleven is Graduated—Prest. Sverdrup Delive Address, A class of eleven was graduated from ‘Augsburg seminary last week. Pre- sentation of diplomas and the annual address accompanying them was made by President Sverdrup. Two members of the class made ad- resses, J Halvorson and A. L. Larson. Speeches were delivered by Rev. E. P. Harbo and Prof. H. A. Urseth. Solos were sung by Profs. S. Oftedat and Hendrickson. The class was as follows: Edward Erickson, J. I. Sadum, Jens M. Halvorson, Nels Haveland, Hans Haugland, R. Hjeineland, F. O. Iverson. N. A. Jenson, A. L. Larson, H. O. Sa- geng, O. H. Sletten. Prize for Arnoldson, Possibly. It is the general opinion in Norway {hat the storthing will award the Nobel peace prize this year to K. P. Arnold- son, the Swedish author and politician. ‘The Women's International Peace as- sociation has expressed their approval of such an award, and the Norwegian press urged it last year. ‘Arroldson has especially endeared himself to the Norwegians by, his man- ly and courageous opposition to the an- ti-Norwegian movement in Sweden. When the fire-eaters in Sweden wanted to march on Norway. he attacked them in the press and from the rostrum in the most effective manner. Puzzle. 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No wo- ‘| wan in Sweden has accomplished more for the betterment of womanhood and | for charitable institutions. ” premiér Steen, who has retired after forty-two years of public life, was giv- en a banquet recently by the Liberal cub of Christiania, The old statesman made a long address, in which he main- tained that the best interests of Norway demanded that the present joint diplo- matic a ished. F. aria ene: Psi . i J : —_—_—— | Tidbits of News}. suse Says: ‘“Peruna is a 4 4 professional standing combine to consular service be abol-}_ HOSPITAL SECRETS, Tonic of Efficiency.” MRS. KATE TA Mrs. Kate Taylor, a graduated nurse of prominence, gives her ex- perience with Peruna in an open letter. 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