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= CHAPTER XXV—Continued. ‘ It came back summoned out of the past by a supreme magic—the supreme magic of love. The girl who loved him was kissing him, he was with her at last, and all was well. (2.) “It is a grave thing and much con- sidered to be,” said Herr Schmoulder. It was late at night. ‘They haf taken Wilson Guest to the hospital, where the doctors were hold- ing him down as he shrieked and died in delirium tremens, Lord Malvin, Sir Harold Oliver, and the other scientists were gathered to- gether in the laboratory, that recent theater of such terrible events. “It is a very grave thing, indeed, Herr Schmoulder,’ Lord Malvin an- swered, “but I have not ventured to propose it without a consultation in the highest quarters. Mr. Decies will be here at any moment, and then upon his decision we shall act. He has been to see the king.” The distinguished men waited there, silent and uneasy, All round them stood the marvelous instruments by which the late Sir William Gouldes- brough had obtained a triumph un- known before in the history of the world. The yellow raidiance of the electric light poured down upon the gleaming mahogany, brass, vuleanite, and steel. On the opposite wall was the great white screen—just an ordinary stretch of prepared canvas upon steel rollers, a dead, senseless thing, and n® more than that. Yet, as the least imagin- ative of them there chanced to turn his head and see that great white sheet, he shuddered to think of the long agony it had pictured, while the two monsters had sat and taken their amusenient from it as a man takes a glass of wine. There was a rap upon the princopal door of the laboratory. Lord Malvin strode across and opened it. The but- ler stood there with a gentleman in evening dress. It was Mr. home secretary. He shook Lord Malvin by the hand and his face was very troubled. You are quite right, my lord,” he said. “I may say that his majesty is at one with you and with me in this imatter. Then Lord Malvin turned round to the other gentlemen. “Come, my brethren,” he id, in a sad voice— “come and let is do what we have to The bishop of East London was wiser than any of uS .when he said that God would never allow this thing fo continue; and he was right.” Lord Malvin turned to the frightened servant. “Go into the kitchen,” he said, “or send one of the other men, and fetch a large hammer—such a hammer as you use for breaking up coal.” In a minute or two the butler re- turned, and handed a formidable im- plement, with a wedge-shaped iron head on a long ash shank, to Lord Malvin. The home secretary stood by, and the great men of science clustered about him, watching Lord Malvin’s actions. % The peer went to the silent, soulless machines, which had been the medi- ums through which such wonder and terror had passed, and, rasing the hammer about his head, he destroyed each one severally, with a sort of ritual, as some priest carries out the ritual of his faith. This old man, whose name and per- sonality stood so high, so supreme in- deed, in the modern world, was like an ancient prophet of the Lord, who, fired with holy zeal, strode down the pagan avenues of the ancient world and tore and beat the false idols from their pedestals. It was done—over. The politician shook hands with Lord Malvin and re- sumed his dry, official manner, per- haps a little ashamed or frightened at the emotion which he had displayed) “Good-by, Lord Malvin,” he said; “this terrible business is now over. I have to return to the palace to tell his majesty that this—this uncanny invention is destroyed. Good night, good night.” Then a tall man with a pointed beard came into the laboratory, saluting the home secretary as he was leaving with several of the other scientists who had witnessed the whole thing from first to last, and now felt that they must go home. The man with the beard was the of- ficer who had been sent from Scotland The Strange Disappearance of Gerald Rathbone. By GUY THORNE. Decies, the | He walked up to Lord Malvin and saluted. “I think, my lord,” he said, “that everything requisite has now been done. I have all the servants in my charge, and we have fifteen or twenty men in the house, seeing that nothing is disturbed until the official inquiry is due.” By this time nobody was left in the laboratory but the detective inspector, Lord Malvin, and Herr Schmoulder. “Oh! there is one other thing, my lord, I have to ask you. Mr. Donald Megbie, the writing gentleman, is here, and begs that he may be allowed to see you. Should I be right in admit- ting the gentleman?” “Certainly, certainly,” Lord Malvin replied. ‘Bring him at once, please, inspector.” In less than a minute a plain clothes policeman ushered Donald Megbie into the laboratory. “Tt is all right, my lord,” he said. “Rathbone is recovering swiftly. Miss Poole is with him, and the doctors say that, though they feared for a short time that hos reason would go, they are now quite satisfied that he will re- cover. He is sleeping quietly in a pri- vate room at Marylebone hospital, and ; Marjorie Poole is sitting by his side holding his hand.’’ Then Megbie looked at the wreck up- on the floor. “Ah!” he said, “so you have de-- stroyed this horrid thing?” “Yes,” Lord Malvin answered. “I went to see Mr. Decies, and Mr, De- cies went to see the king. It was thought to be better and wiser for the safety of the commonwealth—for the safety of the world, indeed—that Sir William Gouldesbrough’s discovery should perish with Sir William Gould- esbrough.” “Ah!” Donald Megbie answered, “IL felt sure that that was the best course. It would have been too terrible, too subversive. The world must go on, as ‘is has always gone on. I have thought during the last few hours that Sir Wil- liam Gouldesbrough was not himself at all. Is it not possible that he him- self might have died long ago and that something was inhabiting his body--something which came out of the darkness behind the Veil?’ “That, Mr. Megbie,” said Lord Mal- vin, “is the picturesque thought of the lietrary man. Science does not allow the possibility of such sinister *infer- ences. And now, I am going home. You will realize, of course, that your supreme services in this matter will be recognized, though I fear that the recognition can never be acknowledged publicly.” Donald Megbie bowed: “My lord,” he said, “they have been recognized already, because I have seen how love has called back a soul into life. I have seen Marjorie Poole sitting by the bedside of Gerald Rath- bone. And, do you know, Lord Mal- vin,” he continued, in a less exalted tone, “I never wish to see anything in! my life here more utterly beautiful than that.” “Come,” said Lord Malvin, “it is very late; we are all tired and un- strung.” The two men, arm in arm, the young writer and the great man, moved to- wards the door of the laboratory. The detective-inspector stood watching the scene with quiet and observant eyes. But Herr Schmoulder surveyed the wreckage of the thought-spectroscope, and as he turned at length to follow Lord Malvin and Donald Megbie he heaved a deep, Teutonic sigh. . “It was der most wonderful triumph that evér der unknown forces occurred has been,” he muttered. ‘Then the three men crossed the vast, sombre hall, now filled with frightened servants, and the stiff, official guard- ians of the law, and went out through the path among the laurel bushes to the gate in the wall, where their car- riages were waiting. Donald Megbie, as he drove home through the silent streets of the West responded and lilted to the regular beat of the horse’s feet upon the maca- dam. And the burden of the tune was “Love.” (The End.) a A Bagatelle, Southerner—After all, the Civil war was fought over a very small matter. Northerner—How’s that? It in. volved the Union itself. Southerner—No, just a little mat: ter of spelling. The point involved was whether we should say the r Yard. 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The air was heavy with a sickening odor of chloroform. He tried to remember. Gradually memory returned. He recollected his sudden illness in their small country house, his wife’s alarm, her ten-mile drive for their old sum- mer friend, the doctor; next the imme- diate operation, performed upon the dining table, hastily dragged\in from the adjacent room; lastly his wife’s de- votion as she sat fearlessly beside him, holding his hand, while the cloroform cone sent its benumbing odors through heart and brain. How bravely she had Prepared to take her share in the operation. God! how happy they had been together. There were few women such as she. He must live now, for her sake. Yet—was this death? He tried to move, but not even his eyelids could obey the summons of the brain. Yet he felt strangely free from all pain and discomfort, and his mind, clearer than crystal, seemed to have acquired super- normal powers, so that he felt, rather than heard, the words of the speakers. “Is there no hope at all?” he heard his wife murmur as she bent over him. The doctor did not reply immediate- ly, but approached the bed and laid his strong, firm fingers upon the pulseless wrist. Then he turned to the bureau, took from his case a hypodermic syringe, and injected some pale fluid under the skin in several places. But no sign of life or consciousness was discernible; the breath came harshly and heavily at irregular intervals, and whispered, covering her face. knife had pierced its throat. As though she read some guilty secret there she recoiled fearfully. “What is it?” she cried. O swear it is not that.” But he only bowed his head and stood silent before her, gathering resolution for that supreme confession which could be delayed no longer. At last he began. é “Yes,” he said. “I cannot hide it. But I must tell you ever§thing—do you hear?—everything. I was first tempted jJast fall, when you left Maine. I thought and dreamed of you all during that long winter, when I was here alone, in this little snow-bound settle- ment. I longed for you, for the sight of you, to hear the rustle of your dress, to feel your presence near me. I think I must have been mad with longing. Then I knew that if you came back again I should no longer be able to control myself. And so”— “You killed him. My God! killed him.” “I know that an operation would probably prove fatal. It was his heart, not I. Iswear it was no work of mine, I—why do you look so strangely?” “What was that sound?” she cried, springing to the bedside. The whole appearance of the sick man had changed. Pity and shame had accomplished what the drugs failed to do. The blood began to flush the shrunken arteries, the color to kindle in the waxen features. A groan burst from the shriveled lips. They turned; they saw the eyes, wide open, fixed upon theirs; they looked into each other’s face in horror and fear. The doctor was the first to regain self- control. He sprang to the bureau, snatched up the bottle of chloroform and emptied its contents upon the cone. “No, no, not that,” she cried. shall not murder him.” He fought her fiercely, his features twisted with frenzy. deaf to her en- treaties, pressing her back before him, bruising her slender wrists and deli- cate fingers as she grappled with him. And all the while the sick man, with new desire to live, called. on her in a continuous, plaintive voice, as a child seeking its protector. His wife had yielded, had sunk down helplessly beside him. The fingers of the murderer were on his throat. “Be quick, then,” he heard her mur- mur, stopping her ears as she knelt by the bedside. Then the desire for life “Not that? You “You — oe | NOVEL PLAYGROUND FOR LONDON CHILDREN | 2 a = ad A large artificial sandpit, which has been built by the London authori- ties for a playground to be used by the children who cannot afford to go to Brighton. densely populated region of the East end. It 1s at the entrance of Blackwell tunnel, in the most It has proved to be a great suc- cess, and at all hours of the day it is thronged with children. there was nothing to show that the sick man could hear or understand. “There is almost no chance at all,” he answered presently. “He recovered from the anesthetic, but the heart gave out. He is just alive, no more; it is a matter of an hour.” “O if he should die,” the woman The doctor moved toward her and laid his hand consolingly upon her shoulder. She looked up, shuddering into his eyes. “God forgive me,” she whispered, “I am glad—glad.” They stood by the bedside, their hands clasped, gazing into each other’s eyes. Slowly he drew her, unresisting, toward him, till her head lay on his shoulder. He stoked her hair tender- ly, and she made no attempt to move, but remained quietly there, with his arms around her. ; “There is nothing more we can do?” she asked him presently. “No, dearest. We have done all that was possible. If he had lived we would have parted forever. Now”— “Now?” she repeated softly, smiling up into his eyes. “He will just sleep away. never know our happiness.” “Thank God for that,” she murmured fervently. “Thank God I never deceived him; that we were both loyal to him during his lifetime; you in your own way, as his physician, I as his wife. And we could not help our love, could we? We could not help it.” He bent her head back, heavy with its masses of loosened hair, and kissed her eyelids. “He loved me, and he believed in me,” the woman continued. “We could never have betrayed such confi- dence. And now, how richly we are rewarded that our love need have no sorrow or remorse all the days of our lives... If you had let your knife slip, one fraction of an inch,even—and you refrained. O how I honor you!” A spasm of pain passed over the doctor’s face. As he released his arm she looked up at him in surprise, and saw his anguish. “Don't say that,” he cried harshly. “Don’ He flung up his arms, as though to ward away some blow, dnd began pacing the room restlessly. “But I will say so. For it is true— it is true—is it not true?” He made no reply, but continued his walk, stopping abruptly from time to time to gaze into the pallid features of the dying man. For awhile the woman watched him in wonder; then, with gathering alarm, clutched him by the arm and looked curiously into his eyes. He will left him. He sank backward upon the pillows, while once again there came that sickening odor, that blank uncon- sciousness. He felt himself falling, falling— His wife’s clear eyes were gazing into his own. Her fingers smoothed his hot forehead. A cheerful voice rang in his ears. “Wake up, old man. You're doing finely now. Look, here's your wife at your side. And here’s your appendix.” COULDN’T DODGE pDuTY. Germany is jealous of the foreign candymaker and exacts a rigorous toll upon everything in the shape of con- fectionery that comes across its bor- ders. Ignorant of this one of Uncle Sam’s sons in the course of the sum- mer just past disembarked from a liner at a German port, carrying in his hand a five-pound box of candy bearing a New York trade-mark. At sight of the box the Teutonic customs official ex- hibited marked activity and prepared to seize upon it, declaring that it must be weighed and examined for the pur- pose of computing a duty payment. “Not for mine,” said the American. “I won't give up a sou. I'd rather eat the stuff here and now.” He opened, the box and commenced to dispose jof its contents without delay. Everybody in sight was offered a handful. Nobody declined except the customs officer, who said blandly that he had not a sweet tooth. The traveler himself ate many pieces. It was not long before the last bit had been eaten. As soon as the box was empty the official seized the traveler by the arm. “The gentleman,” he announced, “will accompany me to the bureau, where we'll make out his bill for duty. Come; it is at the other end of the dock.” “Never,” said the American, “You have no right to charge me duty. I didn’t bring it in. I'll see my consul right away and he'll send a big fleeet and bombard this blooming town.” “Softly,” said the officer. “You'll pay duty all right. There are fifteen witnesses to prove that that candy of yours was consumed on German soil.” ‘The duty was*paid and the consul has not as yet been consulted.—New York Times. Housekeeper—How does it happen, Jane, that you never saw finger bowls | before? Didn’t they use them in the last place you worked? MAKE MONEY FOR STATE. Good Dividends. The report for 1906 of the adminis- tration of the Saxon state railroads shows them to be as financially suc- cessful as the Prussian and Bavarian lines. Saxony has about £50,000,000 in- vested in her railways. In 1906 the gross revenue was £7,600,000, an in- crease of nearly £600,000 for the year. The total outgoings were £5,000,000, an increase of £240,000 over 1905. Thus the net profits to the Saxon government on the working of its railways for 1906 amounted to the substantial sum of £2,600,000, or over five per cent. on the capital. So that all interest and sinking fund charges are easily met and a balance left over in‘relief of taxation. The Saxon chancellor of the exchequer counts the Saxon state railways, and, it may be added, the Saxon state for- ests, most valuable assets. As in Prussia, four classes of trains are run, and the workmen’s fares are as low as six miles a penny. Railway rates are moderate, and equipment generally good and improving. In particular the station restaurants are a feature. The waiting rooms are restaurants where the ubiquitous Ger- man glass of light beer is nearly al- ways indulged in by the waiting pas- senger. German trains keep good time here as in other parts of the empire, but travel is not so fast as in either England or America. That, of course, is characteristic. The Ger- man rarely hurries, but he “gets there” without fail, whether in science or in business. Saxony has almost precisely the same proportion of train mileage in proportion to population as we have. But while 2,000 miles of Saxon rail- ways are capitalized at $50,000,060, 20,000 miles of British railways are capitalized at £1,300,000,000. That point, as in the case of Prussia, is the most important which emerges from a study of the Saxon railway figures.— London Daily News. FAST TIME ON THE RAIL. Record of Speed Achieved in Various Countries. The New York World Almanac gives the fastest time on record for a dis- tance of over 440 miles as made by the Lake Shore & Michigan Southern railway from Buffalo to Chicago in June, 1905, 535 milesin 7 hours and 50 minutes, or a speed of 69.69 miles per hour, excluding stops. Among the fastest regular trains in the United States, for a shorter distance are be- lieved to be the New York Central “Empire State Express,” between New York and Albany, 1438 miles in 150 minutes, and the “Congressional? Lim- ited,” on the Pennsylvania railroad, which makes the run from Jersey City, N. J., to Washington, a distance of 227 miles, in four hours and 46 min- utes. Of long distance runs in France one is made on the Northern railway of France by the Paris-Calais express, which runs 185 milés in 184% minutes, or a fraction over a mile a minute, al- lowing for a stoppage of two and one- half minutes at Amiens. The German Railway Journal in the second week of July, 1907, made the claim that the highest speed ever attained had just been made on several trips during that week between Munich and Augs- burg, on the Bavarian State railway. The train weight was 150 tons and a speed of 96% miles an hour was re- peatedly maintained for a considerable period. Causes of Railroad Accidents. According to the records of the in- terstate commerce commission there were 7,432. derailments on railroads in the United States during the year ending June 30, 1907. These accidents resulted in the death of 515 persons and the injury of 6,595. This was an increase of 1,871 derailments over the previous year, with a proportionate in- crease in fatalities and injuries. A study of the causes shows that a little more than two-thirds of these acci- dents were due to defects in equip- ment, the remainder to defects in road- way. The trouble is attributed large- ly to the enormous increase in traffic, which in recent years has exceeded the carrying capacity of the roads, ne- cessitating the use of every car and en- gine capable of running, and subject- ing the permanenent structures to un- exampled strain. Rapid and Good Work. A gang of Great Northern railroad engineers and platelayers one recent Sunday gave a remarkable display of rapid bridge-building, according to an English newspaper. A bridge outside Harringay station over the Midland railway’s line had to be widened, and two enormous girders were construct- ed. 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