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— | CHAPTER XIX—(Continued.) The voice stopped for a moment. It had become very harsh and dry. It clicked and rang with a metalic sound in this torture chamber far under- ground. And still the bright eyes watched the body of the man who was ssed, very calmly and very The horrid voice rose into sane shriek. “She is upstairs now; the girl you presumed to love, the rose of all the roses that you dared to come near, is sitting laughing as she sees all that you are thinking now vividly before here in pictures and in words. In a moment I shall be with her, and to- gether we shall mock your agonies.” Perhaps a vault in the dungeons of the Inquisition, or in some _ other places of horror where merciless men have watched the agonies of their brethren, has echoed with pure merri- ment. Who can say, who can tell? Such a thing may have happened, but eve do not know. But to-night, at this very moment, from the figure stretched on its bed of pain, from the heart of a man who had just heard that he was doomed to a cruel de:th and robbed of his very individuality, there came a bright and merry laugh. And then the voice; “I know now why I am here, and what has been done to me during these long, leaden an hours. I am now at the point of death. But, with all your fiendish cleverness, with all your brilliancy, you are but a child. I suppose I shall mot see you again, but I forgive you, Gouldesbrough—forgive you utterly. And it is easier for me to do this be- cause I know that you are lying. In this world she still loves me; in the mext she is mine, as I am hers. And ft is because you know this that you come and rant, and laugh, and show yourself as the fearful madman that you are. Good by, good night; I am happier than you as I lie here, because I know that forever and a day Mar- forie loves me and I love Marjorie. | And it won’t be long before we meet.” And once again the laugh that ech- oed from stone wall to ceiling of stone was blithe and confident. CHAPTER XX. How They All Went to the House in Regent’s Park. The little door in the wall of Sir ‘William Gouldesbrough’s old Georgian house stood wide open. Carriages were driven up, and the butler was constantly ushering visitors into the vast, somber hall, while a footman kept escorting this or that arrival up the gravel path among the laurel bushes. It was afternoon, a duil and livid afternoon. Clouds had come down too near to London, and thunder lurked behind them. Never at any time a cheerful place, the old walled house of the scientist to-day wore its most depressing aspect. The well known people wno were in- vited to the demoonstration of a stu- pendous and revolutionary discovery looked with ill-concealed curiosity at the house, the garden, and the gloomy dignity of the hall. There had always been a greac deal of surmise and curiosity about Sir ‘William’s home and private life. That so distinguished a man was a bachel- or was in itself an anomaly; and, though Gouldesbrough went continual- ly into society, when he himself enter- tained it was generally at restaurants, except in very rare instances. So the world of London had come to regard the house in Regent’s Park as a sort of wizard’s cave, a secret and mysteri- ous place where the modern magician evolved wonders which were to change the whole course of modern life. About forty people had been invited to the demonstration. Lord Malyin was there, of course. He came in company with Donald Megbie and Sir Harold Oliver. All three men seemed singularly grave and preoccupied, and as the other guests noted the strange, and even stern, expression upon Lord Malvin’s face, they whispered that the leader of the scientific world felt that on this day he was to be deposed and must resign his captaincy forever. But in this case, as it generally is, ‘gossip was at fault. Nobody knew of ‘the strange conference which had ‘been held by Donald Megbie with Lord Malvin and Sir Harold Oliver. Nobody knew how Miss Marjorie Poole had driven up to Lord Malvin’s house in Portland Place one afternoon with Donald Megbie. Nobody would “have believed, even if they had been told, how the two grave scientists (who realized that, however many truths are discovered, there still lie hidden forces which we shall never understand this side of the Veil) had listened to the extraordinary story the journalist and the society gir] had to tell. Therefore, on this important after- moon, though Lord Malyin’s serious- ess was commented upon, it was en- rtirely misunderstood. Various other scientists from The Strange Disappearance of Gerald Rathbone. By GUY THORNE. (Rt Ane a RMB 2 Saeed SB Tg ls aS LR le st ea A i Cae SR a Ee RE ne een CSE SS ra SSE PSS se Oe SNES France, Germany and America were present. Donald Megbie, the editor of the Eastminster Gazette, and a fam- ous novelist represented the press and the literary world. The Bishop of East London, frail, alert, his gray eyes filled with eager- ness, was one of the guests. Dean i Gortre came with him, and the polit- ical world had sent three ambassadors in the persons of Mr. Bosanquent, the minister for industrial affairs, Sir James Calross and Sir William Glen- dinning. There’ was an academican who looked like a jockey, and a judge who looked like a trainer. The rest of the guests were all well known people, who, if they were not partitularly in- terested in science, were yet just the people who could not be ignored on an important occasion. That is to say, they belonged to that little coterie of men and women in London who have no other metier than to be present at functions of extreme importance. For no particular reason they have become fixtures , and their personalities are entirely merged in the unearned cel- ebrity of their name and the apparent necessity for their presence. The men in their black frock coats passed over the great galleried hall like ghosts, and the white furs of the ladies and the gray plumes and feath- ers of their hats did little to relieve the general note of. sadness, or to bring any color into Sir William Gouldesbrough’s house. Among the last arrivals of all were Lady Poole and her daughter. The guests had congregated in the | hall, where servants were handing about tea, and where two great fires warmed the air indeed, but could not destroy the sense of mental chill. Sir William had not yet made his appearance, and it was understood that when the party was complete’ the butler was to lead them straight to the laboratories. The fact marked the seriousness of the occasion. This was no social party, no scien- tific picnic, at which one went to see things which would interest and amuse, and to chatter, just as one chatters at an exhibition of water col- ors in Pall Mall. Everybody felt this, everybody knew it, and everybody experienced a sense of awe and gravity, as befitted people who were about to witness something which would mark an epoch in the history of the world and change the whole course of human life. : As Marjorie Pool came into the hall with her mother, every one saw that she looked ill. Her face was pale, there were dark lines under her eyes; and, as she stepped over the threshold of the door, one or two people noticed that she shivered. It was observed, also, that directly the two ladies en- tered Lord Malvin, Sir Harold Oliver and Mr. Megbie went up to them in a marked manner, and seemed to consti- tute themselves as a sort of bodyguard for the rest of the stay in the hall. “She does not look much like a girl who is engaged to the most successful man of the day, does she?” Lady Hosken-Hath said to Lord Landsend. “No, you are right,” Lord Landsend whispered; “she is afraid Sir Will- iam’s machine won’t work, and that the whole thing won’t come off, don’t you know. And for my part, though I don’t profess to understand exactly what Sir William is going to show us, I'll bet a fiver that it is not more won- derful than things I have seen scores of times at Maskelyne and Cooke's. Wonderful place that, is it not? I often go there on a dull afternoon; it makes one’s flesh creep, pon my word it does. I have been there about fifty times, and I have never felt safe from the disappearing egg.” The butler was seen to come up to Lord Malvin and ask him a question. The peer looked round, and seemed to see that every one was prepared to move. He nodded to the man, who crossed the hall, bowed, and opened a door to the right of the great central staircase. “My master tells me to say, my lord,” he said, addressing Lord Mal- vin, but including the whole of the company in his gaze—‘my master tells me to say; that he will be very much obliged if you will go into the laboratory.” A footman went up to the door and held it open, while the butler, with a backward look, disappeared into the passage and led the way toward the real scene of the afternoon’s events. As that throng of famous people walked down the long corridor which led past the study door, not a single one of them knew or could surmise that all and severally they were about to experience the great emotion of their lives. ‘ CHAPTER XXII. The Doom Begins. The visitors found themselves in the laboratory, a large building lit by ‘means of its glass roof. Sir William Gouldesbrough, dressed in a gray morning suit, received them. He shook hands with one or two and bowed to the rest; but there was no regular greeting of each person who came in. pS ~wept for his poison, were alike use- three long rows: of arm chairs, built’ up in three tiers on platforms, much At one side of the laboratory were]. in the same way as the seats are ar- ranged for hospital students in an op- erating theater. ¢ The guests were invited to take their places, and in a minute or two had settled themselves, the more friv- olous and non-scientific part of them whispering and laughing together, as people do before the curtain rises at a play. This is what they saw: About two yards away ffom the lowest row of seats, which was practi- cally on the floor level, the actual ap- paratus of the discovery began. Upon specially constructed tables, on steel supports which rose through the boarding of the floor, were a series of machines standing almost the whole length of the room. Upon the opposite wall to the spec- tators was a large white screen, upon which the thought pictures were to be thrown. ‘Save for the strange apparatus in all its intricacy of brass and yulcan- ite, coiled wires and glass, there was more than a suggestion of the school room in which the pupils are enter- tained by a magic lantern exhibition. Marjorie Poole and her mother sat next to Lord Malvin, on either side of him, while Donald Megbie, Sir Harold Oliver and the Bishop of East London were immediately to their right and left. Gouldesbrough had not formally greeted Marjorie, but as he stood be- hind his apparatus ready to begin the demonstration he flashed one bright look at her full of triumph and exulta- tion. Megbie, who was watching very closely, saw that the girl’s face did not change or soften, even at this supreme moment, when the unutterable tri- umph of the man who loved her was about to be demonstrated to the world. Amid a scene of considerable ex- citement on the part of the non-scien- tific members of the audience and the strained, tense attention of the famous scientists, Sir William Gouldesbrough began: “My lord, my illustrious. confreres, ladies and gentlemen, I have to’thank you all very much for coming here this afternoon, to see the law which I have discovered actually applied by means of mechanical processes which have been adapted, invented, and made by myself and my brilliant part- ner and helper, Mr. Wilson Guest.” As he said this Sir William turned toward the end of the room, where his assistant was busy bending over one of the machines. The man with the large, hairless face was pale, and his fingers were shaking, as they moved about among the screws and wires. He did not look up as Gouldesbrough paid him this just tribute, though every one of the spectators turned toward him at the mention of his name. Truth to tell, Mr. Wilson Guest was, for the first time for many years, ab- solutely bereft of all alcoholic liquor since the night before. For the first time in his partnership Gouldesbrough had insisted upon Guest’s entire ab- stention. He had never done such a thing before, as he pointed out to his friend, but on this day he said his de- cision was final, and he meant to be obeyed. The frenzied entreaties of the poor wretch about midday, his miserable abasement and self-surrender as he less. He. had been forced to yield, and at this moment he was suffering something like torture. It was, indeed, only by the greatest effort of his weakened will that he could attend to the mechanical duties of adjusting the sensitive machines for the demonstration which was to follow. (To Be Continued.) JOLT FOR MR. GRAYBOY. He Sees an old Man Walking Beside Him and Wonders Who He Is. “I feel young, said Mr. Grayboy, “and I thought I looked young, but I’ve had a pretty severe jolt. “Going about in a store yesterday where I was doing a little shopping, I walked in one aisle along in front of and in line with a mirror set up back of the counter, a mirror running along there, I should say, for a dis- tance of twenty feet, but whose pres- ence I did not at first at ail realize. | And, chancing to look that way as I walked along the aisle, I saw near me and going in the same direction an old man with a gray beard and walk- ing with an old man’s look and man- ner. “He was an amiable looking chap enough, and he looked as if he might be a’ man of some degree of intelli- gence, but he was an old fellow, walk- ing not with the firm, sure, elastic step of youth, but rather shamblingly and with his shoulders a little bent, and I wondered who the doddering old skate could be, and I wished he’d turn off somewhere and not keep so close to me. But he kept right along, always at just about the same dis- tance, and then all of a sudden I re- alized that it was myself that I was looking at in a mirror. “And it certainly was a little bit of a shock to me, because I didn’t know I looked that way. You see? There were my feelings and my fancy, by which I had judged myself, and when- ‘ver I had looked in a: mirror I had seen myself out of the eyes of my mind, as I had wanted to look and fancied I did look, but in that mirror in the store I had looked at myself unconsciously, as I would at another} person; and——” : WELL-DEFINED PLAN REQUISITE, 1S FIRST With. This It Is Quite Possible to Be Smartly Gowned on All Occa- sions at Comparatively Small Expense. lowance must follow a well-defined plan. the present articles in her wardrobe, enable her to look well turned out on all occasions for the coming season. Her first list will be apt to be far too by cutting off nonessentials and man- aging for combinations that will fit in with her several gowns or suits, con- siderable variety of effect will be pos- sible with a very limited number of independent toilets. This “cutting of the coat to suit the cloth” need not result in any ap- parent economy; on the contrary, it often produces a distinct gain in style and individuality, but the woman who practices it must be able to say “no” to her inclinations when their indul- gence clashes with her plan, and she must understand her limitations. Her color range should be quite limited, and, above all, becoming and suited to the demands of her environment. She cannot afford to indulge in freak fashions or in extremes of any sort, but she should take advantage of every bit of up-to-date modishness in BEST FORM OF PIN CUSHION. Mattress Design Certainly Offers the Most Conveniences. Of all the many different forms in which pin cushions are made, the ob- long mattress shape, thoroughly well stuffed, is always one of the most suc- cessful, possibly because it can be utilized for long hat pins as well as for pins of a smaller size. These mattress cushions look very pretty covered with detachable linen cases, which can easily be removed for washing from time to time. A mattress cushion of this kind is shown in our sketch covered with very pale blue linen, and adorned with a wreath of wild roses and foliage worked in pale shades of pink and green; a pale green cord out- lines the cover. The same idea can be carried out, of course, in linen of any shade, or in silk or satin, if preferred, embroidered either with flowers or with initials, NEW GLOVES AND SLEEVES. the Past Season Still Re- Models of ss main in Fashion. For novelty’s sake, it is well to have one or two frocks or separate bodices made with the long, close, wrinkled sleeve, but the short bodice sleeve, the three-quarter sleeve and all the rest of near-elbow models are as mod- ish as they have been for a year past. Gloves will be a question of interest as long as the discussion over sleeves continues. The smartest models are, as usual, of glace or suede in pale ECONOMY IN DRESS The woman who wants to dress well and modishly, on a moderate al- She should first take account of then decide on what she will need to long and costly for her resources, but small accessories such as hats, gloves, boots ‘and neck fixings that her means will permit, only remembering that a few really nice well-selected articles give much better results than many things of a more ordinary sort. Every one knows one or two people who manage to appear as smartly turned out as their more opulent friends at a fraction of the cost.. Very ‘often, indeed, their costumes will pos- sess a certain distinctive charm that the others are unable to purchase at any price, and paradoxical as it may sound, these women are not the ones who spend the most time in contriv- ing their outfits. A well-defined plan of dressing saves time as well as money. Consciously or otherwise, the wom- an who dresses exceptionally well at little cost has reduced the’ matter to a science. She buys only what she con- siders essentials, though these -may often take the form of very smart frip- peries. A well-chosen veil may be ex- pensive, but enable a last season's hat to do further service when otherwise new headwear would be necessary, and her smart small belongings are what enable her to make her few gowns fit in well for any of the many occasions where they must serve: There is no haphazard im her well- considered scheme, and she patronizes bargain counters only when their wares will fill a definite want in her wardrobe. Probably experience has impressed her, as it has failed to do in the case of less clever women, with the folly of purchasing anything simply _ be- cause it is cheap. She knows that this form of buying is both extrava- gant and annoying if indulged in without sufficient consideration. rere grays and fawns and in cream and white. It is strange that, despite the purple craze, comparatively little is shown in this tint in fashionable arm- wear. Where one is faithful to the one-color scheme to the minutest de- tail, of course, the gloves follow the color scheme of the gown, and the ef- fect is very pretty. Among the serviceable, gloves for street and walking use are wash leath- er mousquetaires, with pinked edges. Far more long than short gloves are shown this season, and some in coffee brown and copper are worthy of men- tion on account of their dainty color- ing. These are after the mousquetaire models, with elastics or wrist straps in lieu of buttons. great deal to do with the strong de- mand for attractive footwear this sea- son. Though the shoes and_ hosiery shown for the long skirt are perhaps more elaborate than they have been for seasons, yet the woman in the short skirt is more particular about having her footwear faultless. A surprising number of smartly gowned women are displaying high French heels and sheer silken hose, with gowns of ankle length, while oth- ers prefer the Cuban heel and hose a trifle more substantial. Low shoes will be worn as long as the weather permits, and, from one extreme to the other, the high boot will take its place. Suede boots having 15 buttons are shown and are one of the sensational innovations for winter. Judging from the display in the cus- tom shoemakers’ windows the ex- tremely high shoe will be the fancied style during the winter season. FROCK FOR THE BABY. Veiling, Viyella, cashmere, silk, Jawn and many cotton materials are suitable for making this little frock. The skirt is gathered to a square yoke ‘under a band of insertion. The yoke is composed of strips of the material tucked, each strip being divided by in- ‘sertion. The foot is trimmed above the hem with insertion and three tiny tucks. Materials required: One and three- fourths yard 40 inches wide, and about three yards insertion. Braiding Must Be Black. No matter what color your winter frock may be the braiding must be black, and a touch of some black, flat fur will give it all the chic of an im- ported gown.—Vogue. Simple Corset Cover. In these days or the lace, net and lingerie waist one’s corset covers must be pretty and well fitted. The slipover corset cover is one which suits many figures and it is easy to make. The front is made without any tucks. and the fullness is obtained when the corset cover is tied in front and at the waist. The neck and sleeves are finished with beading and lace. The back of the corset cover reaches just to the waist and is fastened in a belt made of strong embroidery beading through which ribbon an incb wide is run. The front of the corset cover reaches a little below the waist line and is held in place by the ribbon, which is tied around the belt. This corset cover is made in two pieces, front and back. As one can tell by its name, it slips over the head and has no opening either front or back. Old Gowns. If you are going to freshen up old gown, or, for that matter, an “old room,” don’t use trimmings or mate- rials that look new. The beauty of real rugs, tapestry, and hangings, and fine brocade is that they never look new and they never look old. Al- ways match in color the oldest part of a gown that needs freshening up or a room that needs going over, and you need never fear the suntight or the eyes of the critic. | A VALUABLE HOME RECIPE. “| Will Break Up a Cold in 24 Hours or Cure Any Cough That is Curable. Mix one-half ounce of Concentrated oil of pine with two ounces of glycer- ine and a half pint of good whisky. Shake thoroughly each time and use in doses of a teaspoonful to a table- spoonful every four hours. The renowned throat and lung spe- cialist who established a camp for con- sumptives in the pine woods of Maine, and whose remarkable cures there at- tracted international attention, de- clares that the above formula is one of the very best remedies obtainable for an acute cold and that it will strengthen the lungs, relieve coughs and heal the bronchial tubes. Also, that it will cure any case of lung trou- ble not too far advanced if the patient will assist by plenty of owtdoor exer- cise, inhaling deep, long breaths every few minutes. The ingredients are procarable of any good prescription druggist and easily mixed at home and should take its place as one of the most valued remedies in the family medicine chest. Inquiry at one of the leading drug- gists elicited the information that Con- centrated oil of pine is put up for dispensing only im half-oumce vials se- | curely sealed in round air tight cases in- tended to protect it from heat and light. The oils sold in bulk and the patent medicines. put up amd: labeled “Oil of Pine,” are to be avoided be- cause owing to their impurities they produce nausea and are useless as & medicine, besides they sometimes leave permanent kidney trouble. From the Deep. First Fish—What’s the latest news? Second Fish—I haven’t heard, but there’s a man om the shore now who is going to drop me a line. BABY ITCHED TERRIBLY. Face and Neck Covered with Inflamed Skin—Doctors No Avail—Cured by Cuticura Remedies. “My baby’s face and neck were cov- ered with itching skin similar to ecze- ma, and she suffered terribly for over ayear. I took her to a number of doc- tors, 4nd also to different colleges, to no avail. Then Cuticura Remedies were recommended to me by Miss G—. I did not use it at first, as I had tried so many other remedies without any favorable results. At last I tried Cuti- cura Soap, Cuticura Ointment and Cuticura Resolvent Pills, and to my surprise noticed an improvement. After using three boxes of the Cutt- cura Ointment, together with the Soap and Pills, I am pleased to say she is altogether a different child and the picture of healtth. Mrs. A. C. Brestlin, 171 N. Lincoln St., Chicago, Ill, Oct. 20 and 30, 1906.” THE CAFE REVOLUTIONIST. He Isn’t Doing Business Any More in Havana and Is Discouraged. Maj. Herbert J. Slocum of the Sec- ond United States cavalry has been detailed in Cuba for some years. It was he who brought the guardia ru- rale in that country up to a point of efficiency, so that the island is safer now than ever before. He and his guard have been very keen after the persons who plot in- surrection, and as a result the few remaining recalcitrants have had a miserable time of “it recently. Some one commented upon the fact that there were no more parties of reyolutionists to be seen about the eafes in Havana talking blood and drinking coffee. “No, we’ve stopped the cafe revolu- tionist,” said Maj. Slocum. “How do they like the change?” he was asked. “They don’t like it at all. They. don’t think we play the game fairly. “Every well conducted revolutionist thinks that a cafe is the place to plot in. But since we've driven a few of them out to the mountains in the rainy season revolutions have dropped away off in popular favor. “Tt isn’t such fun plotting in the wet and ‘there’s no one around to see what a hero you are.” You know how worthless are the “tips” you give out? Well, the “tips” given out by others are equally value less, 5 WHAT WAS IT The Woman Feared? What a comfort to find it is not “the awful thing” feared, but only chronic indigestion, which proper food can re- lieve, A woman in Ohio says: “I was troubled for years with indi- gestion and chronic constipation. At times I would have such a gnawing in my stomach that I actually feared I had a—tI dislike to write or even think of what I feared. “Seeing an account of Grape-Nuts I decided to try it. After a short time I was satisfied the trouble was not the awful thing I feared but was still bad enough. However, I was relieved of a bad case of dyspepsia by chang- ing from improper food to Grape-Nuts. “Since it time my bowels have been as regular as a clock. I had also noticed before I began to eat Grape- Nuts that I was becoming forgetful of where I put little, things about the house, which was very annoying. “But since the digestive organs have become strong from eating Grape —