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N Th The Madison ard, & ie, undertakes to find Iman Hammerton father, Timothy tal ainard that Maple Ae Poter Wigeer, thief, and fe, QViigughby ‘Thorne, financier, | 1 tter guise he unsuccessfully wooed fmpoverisned and killed her, fathe low, eoconting to Timothy, the kidna carried sie to the house ot wnachter, a strange forelgn solentist. For $5,000 ‘Timothy undertakes to conduct Brainard to Bilnknachtor’s house, Brainard the doctor's house, forcing his way & negro servant. He onnfronta the 4oo- yr, and at that moment sees the bodyless TOD on @ giaas table, CHAPTER XI. The House of Horrors. ESTER OO" sesred the doctor. F “Murderer! retorted Brainard, as he grappled with hie strange host, They had ctutched as best they could fn the instant, and in the dim hall @wayed back and forth in « terrific ght, Brainard was a trained athlete, wlinknachter was @ giant Back and forth, from side to side in the dimly lighted han, the combatants wwayed, Brainard trying with all his strength to wrench loose an arm to throttle the professor, Fires glowed !n the professor's eyes @e he fought and hurled curses at nis antagonist, Giant though Blinknachter was, Brainard seemed to be getting the Detter of him, when, with a snarl, the negro teaped upon his back. He fell 0 the floor beneath the blows and the weight of both, “Get @ rope!" shouted “Get @ rope! I can hold Brainard was exhausted, Re took up the battle, “Murderer! Maniac!” he gasped, as he twisted and turned to get away from the iron grasp of the doctor before the negro returned It was useless. The negro rushed | Dadk with @ stout rope, and the two Began their work, “ Kill Him Now!” “ii dam now," said the negro, “He'll make trouble.” “Not now—not now,” sald the doctor, Brainard made the fight of his life. He dit and kicked and twisted, but the two were too much for him, and they @oon had him trussed so tightly that be coula act meve a “TUL have your life for hers,” sald Brainard, The professor looked at him wildly, “Carry him to the top floor," he roared, ‘I've much to do to-night Take his feet." Together they 1! him and he was borne up two fights of stairs and car- ried Into a room that was dark. “Turn on the light,” ea fessor, An electric “Make sure he said the professor. ‘‘s pocket a the professor. but again ned,'! | He took from h leather case, and from that a small vial containing a greenish fluld | Fiend!" said Brainard. “Are you @oing to mur me, too?" “No, not !f you are quiet.’ eald Blink- Raohter, who by this time had recor-| ered his self control. ‘It !s not ms widh to harm you !f you are good. To be good, one must obey me and keep quiet. This will not harm vou, but! Will keep you quiet until I know what to do with you.” | Brainard was helpless. He looked on with feelings of horror that cannot be depicted while the professor poured a @mall quantity of the green flufd fnto @ neat little thimble-llke cup he had taken from his pocket. “Tha other is clumsy—very clumsy,” he said. “Open your mouth.” Brainard closed his lips firmly. Drugged! “An! Is {t so? That makes It worse. @ald the doctor. He took a hypodermic | syringe from his pocket “Tl swallow it." said Brain: Gon't want the stuff In my blood He gutped down the little dose. It was bitter and he made a grimace. ‘Now you will sleep while I think, And I must see somebody else." “Peter Wigger?’ asked Brainard, Biinknachter stared. Hat Come, this is bad. ‘Wo will talk later. Now sleep.” A peoullar and not unpleasant, drowsl- ness stole ovor Brainard. He still had the faculty of thinking. He was horror- stricken by what he had seen, Timothy Wirger had told the truth, But why? Had he really been actuated by a de- sire to agsist Brainard in his search for Besste, or had he worked in the interest of his brother—told the truth to get POOTIIOOINEAODINTIOISIDIAOTEDETEEEEOOD By Seward W. Hopkins, Asthor of “Nightstick and Noesie,” e Avenue Mystery made money from both transaction? Rut these questionings aia not last | tong. He soon fell asleep, After a slumber the duration of which he could not tell, he gradually began to awaken to the sound of voices and after 1a time felt a prickly sensation. When his faculties were restored he looked up and saw the professor looking down at) him. “Ah! You feel better?” asked the pro- fessor. “Now we will hay the to you. It is posstble that you will be set fre but not by me. have happened, and in this matter, which concerns you and me now, I am but the agent of another, and can- not ect without the commands of my principal. “Youare probably hungry and thirsty, It 1s the usual resutt of the sleep after the drug. I will have wine for you and refreshment.” Brainard, whose mind was remarka- bly clear after his sleep, gazed with wonder at this strange glant who could be demon or man, show kindness to a prisoner or @ hellish desire to commit murder. Brainard had no doubt that Timothy Wigger was right, and that Biinknachter was a maniac At the Pistol Muzzle. The negro soon appeared with a sa- vory meai, which he carried on a tray. “Draw up that table,” sald the doctor. “Place the food there. Now hold ypur revolver ready.” The negro obeyed, and having ar- ranged the tray pointed @ revolver at Brainard, “Iam about to release you to permit you to eat,” sald the professor. “As I did not kill you with the drug, you will not suspect that the food ts poisoned. If you attempt to do anything other than sit and eat, my servant will shoot you through the head. “Iam not @ murderer. If, in my sclentific studies in all lands, my travels amorgs wise old men in the Himalayad, 1 have amassed much knowledge not aiven to ordinary men it does not fol- low that I am a fiend.” “But,” sald Brainard, as he rose stiffly, after the doctor had removed the rope, “you Killed Bessie ithrop.” “I did not kill Bes "Who aid?" “We will not go {nto thet.’ “But I saw her head, severed from her body," Bilnknachter bowed. “Eat.” he sald. “I have much to do. Tt fs true that you saw Bessie Win: throp’s head. But, through my efforts aided by the wonderful knowledge I have learned in my travels, # 18 @ living head." Brainard fott dizzy. His train, unabdle to grasp the mystery, whirled, and he could not eat. “It you do not eat,” sald the doctor, be 1." “To You She Is Dead!" “What are you going to do with me? Cut off my head too?" I do not know what we shall do with ye But I wish to know how you learned that I was here" I was told so,” “By whom?" Brainard hesitated. If Timothy Wigger had acted In good faith and hed not in- tended to send him into such a death trap he felt that to betray him would Searcely be fair. On the other hand, if Timothy Wisger had delberately sent him there to place him in the power of Peter Wigger he was at liberty to dis- close the name of his !nformant. “You hesitate," sald Blinknaohter, “I will tell you. It was Timothy Wigger. He ts tha only man who knows the ao- qvaintanceship between Peter Wigger and me. Yes, {t was ‘othy Wigger.” “Why did he tell me?” asked Brainard, ‘Was it to get me into Peter Wigger's power “IT don't know,” answered Blink- n ter. “I shall not know until I see Peter Wigger. Anyway, {f that was Timothy's object he has succeeded. Have you finished?” "Yes," sald Brainard with a shidder. “T can eat no more.” "Then you will be tled again and I Shall put you to sleap again, When Peter Wigger comes we ehall know what to do.” “Tall me one thing, How did Bess!e die? Is she dead?” "To you sho \s forever dead. To me, with my knowledge of things superior to all others, she will live forever.” The negro bound Rralnard again, re- moved the tray, and he was left alone, But not to pleasant thoughts, The doc- tor had given him more of the green drug, and he fell asleep, (To Be Continued.) Winthrop.” sides in the, a talk, for | something that must be sald | Strange things | Evening World Daily Magazine, The Million Dollar Kid ") fg ae IT'S, Too HOT TO SLEEP) LISTEN! WHATS YHAT RE 1% CERTAINLY RARNING ALL HE GETS ON A NIGHT CINE THIS, CHEE) YOusE 15 SOITINLY A Good KIND Guy, Goss! ———— $onaaana0nes “Indefinttely’” Engaged. Dear Betty: AM a young lafty of eighteen and) have been keaping company with a| young man of twenty, whom I Ike asa friend, The other night he asked | me to become indefinitely engaged to im. I have known him for 4 year, and In that time he bas paid me much at- tention, He confesses to be ag yet un- able to support me, but wishes me to be engaged to him until he gets a looked for raise BLORENCE. | You are very young. If you and this man love each other, why not wait a few years? By that time the man may be able to support a wife No present engagement {# necessary under the cir- cumstances, 19 Loves 27- Dear Betty: AM a young girl, nineteen years of | age, and am deeply in love with a high school teacher, elght years my sentor, While attending thigh school he | patd me marked attention, and since I have left he has called at the house Several times. He has ehown mo in aj numer of ways that he thinks a good/ deal of me. My parents, who are very particular about my gentleman ac- quatntances, think he {s a gentleman in every respect, but on account of the difference In our ages they object to my going with him. I love this young map HOT NIGHT! ' AND DIS. SAFE pooonoacos 1.00140 000000000000000000000000000000000000} Betty Vincent Gee! TS A BURGLAR! By R. W. Taylor oe HA! DE MILLION DOLLAR” KID's sare! Me OVERCOME BY THE HERE IT 15! THERE'S HEAT! (LL "PHONE, FOR ‘THR AMBULANCE, POOR FELLER! OLD PAL, YOU CERTAINLY EARNED THIS SAFE, So ONLY A FEW THOUSAND IN IT ANYWAY! Gives Javice dearly and would like to know if you think he is too old forme, A. H. B. [Jn Need of Funds. I do not think the young man {s too| Deas Betty: However, you are too young to think| seriously of any man, for a girl of your| old for you if you both love each other. | [= sixteen years old, a high school are at least twenty-two, and then if you true and lasting kind, Wait until you | place, but haven't the c! | still love the man, marry him. Out of the Mouths of Babes. AMMA—Marous, why didn’t you finish sawing thet wood? Little Marcus—I just couldn't, mamma; the poor saw had the toothache.—Chicago News, oe MP—The preachers have gone to the country, 6a or stay in town with the husbands—Puck. ee \W EER ee may 1 go swimming? Papa—Why, Willard, omly an hour ago you complained of a pain {n your stomach, Wilard—That's all right, papa. I can swim on my back.—Chicago News, oe OME funny things happen in the school-room, A Brooklyn teacher je “multitude.” called upon a small boy to de “A multitude,” said the boy, “is what we get when we multiply.— Lippincott's, eee UNDAY sohool teacher—What are you going to be when you grow up, Tommy? Tommy—I'm a-goin’ to be a pirate till I gets old an’ sick, an’ then I'm in’ to turn to the Lord.—Judge. D000000000000000000) student and am !n love with a young lady one year my junior, I would/at her home, age cannot be sure that her love is the like to take her to some amusement | . Kindly ad- vise me how to get funds, as my mother |doesn't know St and I do not want her Yea, but I don’t know whether to go there with the wives DS 15 A” AWFUL HEAVY SAFE PHOHBHDOPOHODDIOHOSDOGHGDOOOOODOGE" On Qourtship ~ Marriage GHDDOOPDHODDOPOOPDODGODHODOOGDAGODOOOOS Oe GOOOLODGHODGOHHOHHHDOGODOOOOHIOR to hear of tt. I work, but give in my salaty, 8, T. Unless you can make money by ex- tra work you will have to confine your attentions to the young lady to calls Both you and the young lady ere too young to go to places of amusement, and I advise you to be friendly with her only. A Birthday Party, Dear Betty: AM about to have a party for my eighteenth birthday, but am at « loss to know what to have for souvenirs, Can you tell me what would be pretty souvenirs to give at the supper table to boys and girla of my own age? LH. Pretty hand-painted place cards at a supper table are often used as souvenirs, Decorated cardboard ton bon boxes for the girls and larger boxes of the same kind to be used for cuffs or collars for the boys would also be pretty trifles to place at the supper table. How to Forget Him, Dear Betty: ' HAVE loved a young gentleman, and having quarrelled with him, I do not} care to go with him any more, How can I learn to forget him? R. M. Accept attentions from some other man, and think as little as possible of your former sultor, You will forget| him in tima The Maid of LINE TO GIVE A TREAT! Blunderdam ,°, .°, oO < : ™ = — jne Thing about this daint he cannot pass a Looking SAY,YOURE NO GENT,TO PAINT A LADY! he ear Ann 16 loohii her Wish BLud would SUIT ME MUCH BETTER THOUGH Wish it were a Baby Blue.” she'wort do: Friday, AUZUst 75 19087 6000066 No, 12—Just Back From Your Vacation, Are | You? Then For- get It! INK that S ehange; they're on me I'm buying ‘Decause you're not wearing a coat of tan or a sun-peel- ed beak. It's worth the money to see somebody zephyr In here that's wearing his stay~ is at-home map. It's CLARENCE-L CULLEN got 80 that every | thme a gook with @ bronzed chart and @ bilstered nose |ambies in here I feel ike doing @ |. Brodie through the trap-door to the ice} j bin | ‘There's a reason, They’re the homing | plweons with the messages all right, and thoy want to quill all the messages at me. The boy that Just went out with the Greaser hue on what's visible of his pelt, who looks like he's ibeen seven, months {n the middle of the Mojave [in a shoe store down the street, and | he's only been putting In ten days down Ja: the Atlantic Highlands, But he's | going to come back and finish telling me all about his vacation, and what ne | {nquire the reason why I'm not paying J attention. I'm the scow that they unload | all of thetr cherished vacation reoollec- tions on. And {f I don’t stand hawsered while they're doting tt they take tt to heart and say that I'm growing out of thelr Ives because I'm not keen for | their innocent little prattle any more, Sea phat one over yonder now hitting | Got a hide on him Uke a Romany tn an Orange Mountain gypsy camp, hasn't he? I suppose maybe you think, from | the duskiness of that tan, that he'a “Making me take a peek.” with Jack London or hot-footing It In Death Valley with Scotty the Spender, Cor the past seven or eight years, don't you? Always wrong. He's a window Greaser in that hole-in-the-wall haber- Gashery over the way, and he's just back this morning from his nine-day vacation at Léberty, up in Sullvan County. He hasn't reported for duty at the shop yet. He's been too busy tell- {ng mo all about there being twenty- eight queen dolls for every one mate vacationer up In Ldberty, and how any- BOODHDDHHHODHHDDDHODGDHDIIHAIHSSDIIGGAD Monologues of - By Clarence L. Cullon, Author of “Tales of He-Tanks.” Desert, hunting for borax mines, works | did, and what she sald, or he's going to up the red cabbage feature of the lunch? | been erutving around the South Pacifio | WP a Mixologist | Dody that uses @ razor and that's under eighty-five oan win ‘em in Sullivan County ag soon as he gots off the train, ‘md how he never eeen such a picnic @nd such a flesta of fairies in all his bawn days before, danged if he did. Me leaning on one prop, and then the other, and trying to make him believe | I'm hearing him, I lke it, But I wish all of the sun-peeled ones would come jn at once and hand me their serenade in a bunch and then cance! it, \ | They ask me if it was hot down here (last ‘Tuesday a week. Not to disap- point ‘em ( tall ’em yes, {t was blister- ‘ing hot on that date, Then they pull i “Talk It Into a phonograph.” | that I've-got-it-on-you-forty-ways smitig Jand tell me that they slept under four heavy blankets where they Were on that Tuesday night a week, and then Tye got to Nght up and look dis- | gusted with myself for not having been there with them. Some of them tell |me—just when I'm ready to eat my lunch—how their arms got poisoned by the min while they were in sca-bath- ing until they—thelr arms, uh-huh— swelled up to three times their natural size, and a few of ‘em Insist upon shucking thelr coats and rolling up their sleeves and making me take 4 | peek at their messy arms. One of ‘em started yesterday after- noon to tell me about a rainbow pick- erel or something lke that that he | caught !n some pond or other up the State wihtle on his vacation. It | weighed @ pound and a quarter when jhe firet unoolled tt on me, !but by the time he left, along toward closing time last night, that fish had the green | moray down at the Aquarium looking for alse and heft like a sardine smeit | One of ‘em spent two hours and | seventeen minutes tellin; me how lie | got caught in a reg'lar Yellow Sea ty- |pnoon while sailing a catamaran on | Maszamazook Lake, which Is three quarters of a mile long, and how ho | only saved himself from a watery graye through his profound knowledge ‘of seamanship. Me looking him right in the wicks, trustful-like, all the time, trying to let him believe that I Was eager for details and that I wasn't crazy! to ask a fellow that had just come in what win the fourth race at Saratoga. You'd think Atlantic Clty was some where in the Congo Free State, on the Zambesi River, near the Mountains of the Moon, to hear ‘em unload on me tho, wonders that they oped up. to during the four and @ hal 8 that: they dubbed around the board walk busy. I wish these just-baok tanned ones would talk it Into a phonograph and send the records to Gallagher. Who's Gallagher? You can frisk me, I don't ‘know. That's the reason I'm wiablng some deadly on him. May Manton’s Le slender lines are &s much !n yogue for the echool girls as they are for their elders, and this’ drees ts construct- ed with direct reference to the fact. The skirt ls nine- | gored, eo making @ number of seama, and the blouse is {lald in tucks which are tri mmed at their outer | edges. In this instance the {material la white linen and the trimming is embroidery worked en to the material and embroidered Insertion, But thinner fabrics would be charming made with the insertions of lace. If some thing alill dalntier ts wanted colored lawn with white (rimming would make 4 very attractive as well as fashionable frock, If the embroidery {# found to In- yolve too great an amount of labor it can be omitted and the banding only used. The quantity of material the years) Is 7 yards 24, 82 or 4 yards 4 for required medium finches wide, with I yanis ndin Daily Fashions, Girl's Gress with Nine-Gored Skirt— Pattern No. 6043. root, New ordered. No. 132 Bast Twenty-third ch p Pattern No, 6048 {s cut sizes for girls of 8 10, 12 114 years of age ’ How Call or send by mail toTHE EVENING WORLD MAY MAN+ to TON FASHION BUREAU, Obtain York Bend 10 cents in coln or stamps for These IMPORTANT—Write your name and addrrar plaialy, smd ab Patterns ways epecity size wanted. }