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- Love’s Embers Adele Garrison’s Absorbing Sequel to “Revelations of a Wife” Beginning a New Ser Katle Makes a Discovery Affecting | the Two Foreigners - | I was exceedingly glad that Mrs. | Ticer had not longer delayed her | departure when I scanned Katie's excited face. My little maid evident- ly was wrought up to so high a pitch that the outlet of speech was | as necessary to her as a vent to a | steam boiter. © Assuring myself that all doors to | the kitcheh were closed, I faced | the excited girl with a smile. ! ee that you have found some- " I said encouragingly. an Thysterical thing,’ She gave ttle | sigi “U'll tell cock-eyed vorld T've found out somethings,* she said.! “Vun does fellows Transvanian all | right, oder bird T don’t know. May- | be Irishmans, maybe Englishman: maybe Americans, but he no Tran: vanian, und he vun smart devil, dot.| tall red-headed vun.” | “But how could you tell, Katie?” | I objected. “They changed to| French when I sent you over to the | roses, and you were talking in such | loud tones yourself when you came runging into the yard that I do not | see how you could have distinguish- od any other sound.” She tossed her head with a know- | ing, cock-sure little air. | “Vot you tink I doing before I| coom out?” she asked superhly. “I | standing shoost inside kitchen door | mit mine ears all poked oop li vater pails ready catch eferyting. I hoped Katie did not catch the involuntary grimace which accom- | panied my remembrance of other and less acceptable times when she | bhad applied her “ears like vater| 10 pails” to keyholes. T put a swift | question. “And you are sure speaking Transylvanian?” “Sure ting. Tink I don't know dot mess of soup-green vords?"'— applying her supreme epithet of | distaste. “Vun of fellows—short vun ~—he talking regular vords, trying' tell Jeém dot dog got avay und no | bite eef people sand still, no hoder heem, und he tell dey goin’ lit down There dees Summer. But dot stall they were | | know American so goot by Thornton W. Bur:e-‘- nameless fear is worst of all; i terrorizes great and small. —Mother West Wind. Never will that first night of the vircus be forgotten on‘the Grcen[ Meadows. Never had there been | such fright. Even Johnny Chuck, way down in his snug bedroom | underground, heard the:- voice of | Simba the Lion when he roared, and | Johnny and Polly both felt that | never again would they dare to! Doke their noses outside their own | doorway. Far over in the Old Past- | ure, Reddy Fox and Mrs. Reddy, ! who had just started out hunting, turned tail and forgot they were | ‘hungry. Down into their home they | crept as far as they could go. | Old Man Coyote fled like a gray | - shadow and he, too, crept as far | down into his home as he could get. Over in the Green Forest, Chatterer | the Red Squirrel and Happy Jack | the Gray Squirrel were awakened irom sound sleep, shivered and | shook, @nd shook and shivered. | Buster Bear lost his appetite. Yes, | xir, great big Buster Bear lost his | appctite. He crawled under a great | windfall and lay there, as Dadly | frightened as any of the other lit- | 1= people. Even Hooty the OwI | forgot to hoot. Over in the Old timid little Mrs. crouched down as close fto the und as she could get at the sound of that dreadful voice. She a3 80 frightencd that she lost 1er own volce. Peter Rabbit himsclf was no better off. Those who u: ally spend their nights at } “ping, on this night spent | home wide awake and shivering. | Those who usually spend their | nights out hunting lost all desive 10 hunt. Never in the history of the Green Meadows did so many little people lose their appetites all at the same time. It was th 5 Old Orchard. It Just as far as be heard. Fear and the worst of it was t no idea what it was they fos Not one of them ever hefore heard that great voice. So it was that f abroad over the land and non know what it was that was feared. There was no hunting at all that night, save on the part of Hooty the Owl, and Hooty went over to the Great Mountain. Tt seemed if that night would never end. W daylight came, great fear mained but it was not as great as in the night. The feathered folk Tegan to fly about, for 1 must eat. Chatterer the rirrel, Happy Jack rrel Striped Chipmu 1 Yox Squirrel. 7 to think they dreadful voice o “Did you hear it Jack of Chatterer. Yo you think ing?” replied Chaticrer, 1 heard . What was i But this question Happy Jack couldn't answer. Nor could any one | else to whom the question was put. And now, while t was still the groat fear, there was with it great eurfosity. As the voice was not Rheard again, the W while the curfosity grew ater, Danny Meadon hold enough to creep under the the animal tent. He remai Briar-patch Peter Rabbit | up in the he same w reat voice ecould vwhere, ftalked the Rusty > out and tried had dreamed that the night hefore. Happy “Of cours cdee of ed only tion of the tall man's iniquity was too much for her. “Do you know vot dot tall mans doing ven he talk?” ghe demanded. ¥ Katie, I haven't the slight- est fdea.” “Vell, he no talkin’ sense a bit. T don’t tink he know mooch Trans- vanian, und he vos saying ofer und ofer lectle poetry.” “Poetry!” I ejaculated with a teeling that the Mad Hatter surely would be along presently. “Yah, poetry.” Katie patently was cnjoying the effect of her story. “You know shoost as eef I didn't und vos talking, pretending I knew eet, und ofer and ofer I should say dose tings you used to tell Junior ven he babby like Baa-black sheep und all dose tings. Dot's vot dot fellow vos doing in Transvanian und making dem sound like questions.” My face was an exclamation point of astonishment as she finished and I saw her glance at me with emi- nent satisfaction. This was Katie's hour, and she was enjoying it to the full. “Und dot isn't all’* she added grandly. “Ven you tell me to cut roses, remembér?” “Yes,” T answered a bit patiently. “Vell, de tall mans say to de short vuns in Transvanian: *‘Look out, dees a girl langvidge. Talk French.'” T stared at her, frankly be- wildered. “Are you sure you heard him v, Katie?” 1 asked. “He spoke in such a low tone just be- tore they began talking French that I don't see how vou possibly could have understood what he was say- ing.” “I tell you my ears mooch sharp,” Katfe answered, and with the reflection that they ought to be if training them at kevholes were any aid to good hearing, I thanked her for her service, and made my way to the front veranda, mulling over the bewildering things she had told me. im- knows Copyright, 19 27, Newspaper Feature Ser vice, Inc. “Did you hear it?" asked Happy Jack of Chatterer. to Nanny Meadow Mouse, his eyes ere fairly popping out, of his head. Come my dear,” he~whispered. Come see what I have seen. You will not believe it it I tell you and | you will not believe it if you sce it. T don't helieve it myself.” (Copyright, 1927, by T. W. Burgess) | The next story: “Danny Gets Chesty. Menas for/ the Family| ‘WHAT HAS GONE BEFORE Death strikes Garrett Folsom while swimming with a party of friends at Ocean Townm, N. J., At the Hotel Majusaca, where they all had been guests, an inquiry is be- gun, after a doctor, perfunctorily examining him on the beach, pro- nounces him dead. Folsom’s companions had been Roger Neville, Mrs. Helen Barnaby and Carmelita Valdon. It is es- tablished that Folsom, just before his death, had been standing next to Ned Barron, who was one of a party including his wife, Madeline; Angelica Fair and her fiance, Rob- in Sears, and his father, Croydon Sears. It is decided to telegraph Fol- som's sister, Anastasia, in New York. NOW GO ON WITH THE STORY CHAPTER VI Everybody liked Helen Barnaby, but nobody loved her. Her gilded hair was bobbed, and her smart clothes were too girlish . for her years, but she was a comfortahle sort and her friendship with the beautiful Carmelita was advantage- ous to both. They had been intimates for vears, but this was the first time they had been away from home in company. Fairly well to do, the Duchess cared only for her own comfort and ease. Men were of secondary consideration, save as they enter- tained or amused her. Carmelita Valdon, on the other hand, was a born coquette and a siren. With very little money, she contrived to dress well and her beauty and charm did the rest. At heart she was an adventuress, but so careful was she of her repu- tation that no breath of scandal or even reproach had ever “touched her. Yet she schemed to meet and at- tract rich men and women and usu- ally succeeded in making friends with them. Garrett Folsom she had known for some years, and though they were friendly, it could not be said that he was in love with her. Roger Neville, too, was an old- timer friend, but not an adorer, €0 while at Ocean Town Carmelita had endeavored to find a new friend who would be a devoted slave. There were many who would readily accept such a position, but the lady was exigent in her re- quirements and she flouted those who were not sufficiently generous or who did not amuse her. “We can't take up with any. body,” she told her friend. won't have to do with ordinary men. T must have my friends among the especial ones of earth.” “Yes,” sald the Duchess, only slightly interested. “But you can get any one you go after, Carmy. What about that sandy-haired chap who sits around all day on the deck? He seems exclusive—' “And he is! “That's Titus Riggs. ‘He's an eccentric millionaire. we could annex him we'd be right in the heart of everything!” “He isn’t popular.” That his own fault, then. Everybody is crazy to know him, but he won't meet many people.” This conversation had happened some days ago, and since then, though Carmelita had secured an introduction, she had not succeed- ed in drawing Titus Riggs into her net. He had been polite but that was all. out the lovely Carmelita jolly friend. So they were both surprised and pleased when, as they sat with Neville on the hotel deck, Riggs rose from his chair and sauntered over to them. ‘Oh, Mr. Riggs,” sald Carme- lita, “do cheer us up a bit. We're feeling so sad over the morning's tragedy. You know, Mr. Folsom was our friend.” “Yes, T know,” Riggs said. “Do you mind talking ahout it?" “No,” Carmelita returned, her eyes filling with tears, “not to some one who is sympathetic. Did you know Mr. Folsom " “Only slightly. But here comes and her BY SISTER MARY | Breakfast — Grape frult, cream- | cggs on toast, bran muffins, | Jelly, milk, coffee. Luncheon — Stuffed tripe, toast- | muffins, sliced fresh pineapple, n drop cakes, milk, tea. Dinner — Chicken pie, butterad asparagus, head lettuce with Roque- fort cheese dressing, rhubarb frappe, sponge cake, milk, coffee. Stuffed Tripe One and one-half pounds tripe, 1 small onion, 2 feaspoons hutter, 1-2 pound bulk sansage, 2 tablespoons chili sauce, 1 teaspoon salt, sifted cracker e hs, PRE. Wash tripe through at least three One teaspoon haking soda 1 to the last r. Put stew add boiling nmer at the hour. Drain. v as possible. onion finely mineed. ook anion until a straw color. Add t0 sausage with chill sauce and salt and work until a smooth paste {s formed. Cut ftripe info oblong picces ahout 8 inches wide and five es long. Spread with sausage ire and roil htly. Fasten n toothy Roll 10 mbe, dip in egg slightly roll i erumbe. deep hot fat and fry golden brown on all sides. The fat ull ho hot ough 1o brown an inch enbe of | read soft part of the loaf in sixty onds, e with ghredded ealbage 1toes dressed with French ed waters can be tripe intc int orot woo aten Tirop i until rolis rom NEA Service, Ine. a bellboy. T think. Mr. Neville.” It was the plump youngster call- cd Tubby, and he siepped up to Neville with his little chest puffed out, full of importance. The ORIGINA! Malted Miik Forlnfants, Incalids, TheAged Nourishing—Digestible—No Cooking. a moment, and when he returned | The Home Food-Drink for All Ages CARMELITA GRASPED THE FOOT AND PULLED VIGOROUSLY and Never did he geek ' He's looking for you, | “Mr. Tuttle sends you this sir,” he said, and held out his tray on which lay a telegram that had al- ready been opened. It was addressed to John Romss, and with a murmur of apology Neville read it. “It's from Miss Folsom,” hi sald, “to Ross, the valet. It says: ‘Carry on till I arrive. Am starting at once’ It 1s signed A. Folsom, and it is from New York city.” “Then she ought to get here to- night,” Titus Riggs said. 'Yes, she probably will,” Car- melita agreed. “Roger, will you come for a little" walk with me? 1 feel I must have some exercise.” Neville rose at once, and leaving Riggs. to the tender mercies ot Helen Barnaby, the pair walked away together. “Very stunning woman,” sajd Tite Riggs, looking after Carmelita, and the unmistakable sincerity in his tone robbed the words of all hint of ruden “Yes,"” agreed the Duchess. “Very clever, too. And a most staunch and loyal friend.” “Yes, she seems so. But I'm sure all your friends are that.” “Now, now, Mr. Riggs, you mustn’t flatter me as you would a school girl!” “Why not? Is there a distinc- tion to be made in flattery?” “I think there ought to be. A school girl can be taken in by in- sincere compliments—" “And can't you?” The Duchess laughed. *“Of course I can! Any woman can. You're clever, Mr. Riggs.” “Yes, I am. That's my only claim to a life worth lving.” - “Have ‘you no other virtues or graces?” “None that count. But my clev- erness I really bank on.” “What do you do with it—most- Iy And then they settled down for a talk about ideals and ambitions which was mere airy persiflage on both sides, but which was amus- ing and gave Helen Barnaby a respite from the sadness brought about by the death of the morning. But Carmelita was indulging in no light chatter with Roger Ne- ville. . “Roger,” she said, as soon ‘as they were well away from the ho- tel, “I want you to lend me the key to' Garrett Folsom’s room."” “What for?” he asked bluntly. “I want to go in there—and be- fore his sister comes.” “You're crazy! You thing like that!" “I must! He has something — something of mine — that I must have. T must get—"" “What?" “Something mind what. can’t do & important — never Just let me take the key for half an hour. T'll bring it right back to you. Oh, Roger— do give it to me, T must have it!"” “Carmelita, you don't realize what you're asking. I'm willling, more than willing to let you have the key, but think how it would look — for you to go into his room!" Nobody will careful.” “I'll get you what you want. Tell me what is it? Did you leave something in there? When?” “Oh, no! Nothing like that! T've never been in his rooms. But he had something of mine—oh, Roger, don’t torment me! Give me the key, do'"” Though see me. T'll Le they were on the crowded boardwalk, Carmelita’s |tones were low, and her manner | quiet. But Neville could see the | underlying excitement and he fear- |ed an outbreak if he refused long- |er. | Unwillingly his pocket. “At least, let me go with you. Or let me stand guard outside the | rooms.” | “No, that would be far worse, {1t any one saw us, than for me to |go alone. Y must do this, Roger. (T must! Don’t worry. I'll make | sure where his valet, Ross, is first tand then I can slide in and out gain in a few minutes.” | So Neville perforce acquiesed, and after escorting her back to the hotel he put her in an ele- vator and himself strolled out- | doors again. he drew a key from Carmelita went straight to the rooms that Folsom had occupied. She did not find out first where Ross was, thinking if he were in the room she would. make some excuse to ask about Miss Folsom's arrival. There was no one in the halls and she slipped the key in the door and turned it. Then she went the door behind her. She found herself in the sitting room and her quick ears told her she was not alone. She felt sure she had heard a burried footstep as she entered. But a hasty investigation showed no other person present, and even though she looked in the bedroom and the bathroom and all the closets and wardrobes, she could see no sign of any human being but herself. 8o she set to work on the search she had come for. 8he quickly ran through the papers and letters in the desk in the sitting room. There were not many, and the | merest glance at most of them | provea they wers not what she sought. With & sigh of despair she turned to the large trunk, but # was locked, and she well knew only its own key would open ft. She hurriedly- ran through the { contents of two or three suitcases and kitbags, but was not rewarded with the treasure she sought. About to depart, she again heard that faint sound of some- body in the room. This time she went 30 far as to look under the bed, and thers she saw a long slim leg in a pale colored stocking and a low shoe. CHAPTER VII Carmelita grasped the foot and pulled vigorously, and a muffled voice said: uch, don’t do that! in and closed ' come And out from beneath the bed came a tousled-headed girl, in the uniform of the hotel chamber- maids. “What 1in the world are you doing here?” Carmelita cried, amazed at the sight. “What are you?” saucily. “Don't be melita sald, “Suppose I housekeeper.” “Don’t do that, lady,” the girl begged, earnestly. *“I didn't mean no harm, I was dustin’ about, and T heard you comin’ so I—I hid. “That won’t do. You—what's your name?"” “Myrtle, ma'am.” *“Well, Myrtle, you were up to some mischief. You never were dusting, or you would have kept right on when anyone came in.” “Well, ma'am,” and Myrtle fingered her apron, “let’s make a trade. You don’t tell I was in here, and T won't tell you was Heh?" Carmelita stood appalled. It was disastrous, indeed, to think of this girl telling she was fn there. But was it not worse to make compact of silence with her?” Steps In cided her. “All right, “that's agreed. out unseen?"” sald the girl, impertinent,” Car- with a stern frown. report you to the a the hall outside de- she sald, can we get Myrtle,” Now, scarce begun te tell Carmelita Valdon the story he had promised, Tubby came to them and deliver- ed & message from Mr. Pelham ask- ing for their presence in Room J. This particular bellboy was & favorite with the management, because of his ready and willing service as well as his pative wit and understanding. Already the manager was planning to train the little chap up in the way he should g0 to become later a valuable clerk in the hotel. The only objection that could be rajsed against the boy was his overweight. This his superiors endeavored to redtce by advising the little gourmand against over- cating and under-exercising. 8o far, they had not effected much improvement, but they persevered hopefully, and meantime they called on Tubby, whose census name was Thomas Riordan, for any errands that required a dash of brains. A little unwillingly, Neville rose to obey the summons, and they followed the boy to the room des- ignated. T “We're sorry to seem persistent in our appeals to you, Mr. Ne- ville,” Pelham said, apologetically, “but there is no one in the hotel who knew Mr. Folsom 80 well as you seem to. Wherefore, I see no other way but to ask your advice, or rather, your approval of my procedure. After all, it {s merely a matter of form, for there is no choice possible on my part. Doctor Manning, here, informs me that Mr. Folsom was killed while in the ocean. Therefore, I am bound to report the matter to the au- thorities at once. But I deemed it wise to tell you of this, for until Mr. Folsom's sister can get here, I know of no one who is in any way concerned in his {inter- Carmelita returned, not waiting for Neville to speak. “Mr. Neville {s the only frlend of Mr. Folsom's here that we know of. if anyone else knew he would come forward and say 80. At any rate, Mr. Neville will take charge in any way he can until Miss Folsom comes. Will you tell me how Mr. Folsom was Pelham had many matters on his mind. Chief among them was to get out and mingle with the guests of his hotel, in a hope that he could set at rest the seeth- ing interest that was already mak- ing itself noticeable, * Manning will tell you said, rather nervously. “And Mr. Dixon, here, will do whatever {8 necessary.” He slipped through the door, and Dixon {immediately assumed leadership. “Doctor Manning saw Mr. Fol- som this morning as he was car- rled from the ocean and laid on the beach. As nothing was asked of Doctor Manning except whether or not Mr. Folsom was dead at the time, he pronounced life- extinct, and then left the matter entirely in charge of the beach authori- tles. The body was brought here at once, and as Doctor Manning had a luncheon engagenent else- | where, it -is only just now that he has returned and responded to our call for a death certificate. But here and now, having made a further examination of Mr. Fol- som's body, Doctor Manning tells us that' death was not due to nat- ural causes. Perhaps, Doctor, you will tell Mr. Neville the facts of the “Yes'm, come this way,” and the girl led her to a door in the bedroom that communicated with an adjoining room, and which her master key easily unlocked. They slipped through just as Ross un- locked the door and entered the sitting room, ‘With no word further to the girl, Carmelita entered a descend- ing elevator and went downstairs. Neville met her, and a look of relief came to his face as he saw her. “You haven't been in his rooms, have you?” he whispered, eagerly. “No,” sald Carmelita, sensing from his excited speech that some- thing had happened. Could Miss Folsom have arrived? ° “Good! Don't go in, en’'s sakel Give me quickly.” She slipped the key to him, un- seen, and said: “What is it? upset 2" “The doctor has come’” he sald, “he has made an examina- tion, and he says Folsom didn’t | dle of a stroke or anything like that. He—he was murdered.” “Murdered! Killed in the- water? Impossible “Yes, he was. Come, sit down here and I will tell you all I know about it.” With a scared, white face, Car- melita sank down on a divan in the for heav- the key, ‘Why are you so talk to her in low tones. It was late afternoon now, and the guests of the hotel were com- ing in from golf or from dancing on the piers or riding in the wheeled chairs. Groups of gay and laughing people stood about, strains of low music could be heard as the or- chestra in the palm room pursued its program, and the pleasant scent from the potted plants gave charm to the atmosphere. Few knew or cared about the tragedy that had taken place that morning that even now was de- veloping a dark and sinister side. The management strove to keep the matter secret, for of all things to be avoided in a summer hotel is any hint of grewsomeness or crime. Death is bad enough and must be hidden as carefully as possible, but murder! The mere %int of violent death would send | many of the best patrons scurry- ing from the place, and would cost a gloom over the house that | would ruin its prospects for the whole season. | And already the watchful Tuttle | could note signs of curiosity and apprehension on the faces of some of the onlookers. Though most of | the croups in the lobby appeared | as carefree and light-hearted as usual, yet other faces showed a | restlessness and an cffect of sus- plcion that all was not well. Somehow, & breath of mystery had made itself felt; somehow, a ) liint of tragedy was in the air, matter.” Manning was of small atature, and possessed of the pompous dig- nity and sense of personal jmport- ance that small men sometimes exhibit. He cleared his throat and, rais- ing his hand, shook an impressive forefinger as he said: “Mind you, I was not called this morning in any official, or even professional capacity. I was mere- ly asked, as the nearest medical man, whether the man carried in from the surf was dead or alive. This question I answered at once, as lite was positively extinct. Then, no further responsibility de- volving on me, I went my way, not dreaming of any other reason for the man’'s demlse than some nat- ural cause. But as I had not been asked to determine this cause, I saw no reason for obtruding my further services, and I went about my business. As it chanced, Y went away from the hotel for Juncheon, and I have only just returned. The management had not called in any other doctor, as there was no thought of, foul play, and so they merely waited for my return to ask for a certifi- cate of natural death. But when I examined the body, I found at once that the man had been done to death.” Though neither of the absorbed 1obby, beside Neville, who be, to | llsteners spoke a word, their faces Tt Lisis !nske«] the unuttered question, and the doctor went on. “It is not only a mysterious case, but a most unusual, probab- ly unique one. Mr. Folsom was killed by a stab wound in the ab- { domen.” (To Be Continued) The next chapter explains how Folsom was killed, but who was the murderer? Your Health How to Keep It— Causes of lliness BY DR. 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