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Sealine anadailin ttt Faaieasiaeh ste anenictndinmaaainenanenian deanna * peree.. i is t a pil ! i H ! il i i i i ti eit F H g I : l ! WH pe j I . CHAPTER XI. (Continued,) How Great Sword Was Missed. NEED help,” he sald. “I need it perhaps as badly as it was ever needed be- fore. For not only is my ° life in danger, but my san- ity es well.” “Tut! tut!” sald the big man. “Hold tight! We'll get you out of this with everything standing. “That there is some one whom you “know—a priv person—who has shown clevern in entanglements brought te his notice is, perhaps, for- The young man looked at n, his face twitching ncrvous- ‘But I'll have to give the matter jome consideration. I am not sure that Ioan take any one into my confidence without doing an in- justice. He got up and stood for some time troubled of face aud with the pinched, hollow look hich Scanion had watched since coming to the castle. «hoe-fhon he said, simply: i “I think I'm tired now, Bat, and I'll go to bed. Somehow,” and his time ago. This thing has taken some of the snap out of me.” He shook \othe big man by the hand, adding, “Thanks, old man, for the way vou've taken this thine and also for the offer regarding your friend. I'll turn him over in my mind a little, and then (Ul tell you just what I've concluded wto do.” After he had rone Bat sat at the oaken table and smoked. Three times be refilled the pipe with the reed stem, and three times he knocked out the ’“~"Bie. ‘Then he aleo arose to his feet. ~ “% think be's about ripe for a con- wattation with Kirk,” he told him- eelf. “And the quicker he makes up his mind to it, the better. For this ttle 4 +e 1s getting ao closs that I'm beginning to feel it pinch.” He yawned widely and started for bie room. Now, after the way of most big @utdoor men, Mr. Scanion, in his mo- ments of relaxation, was not 2t all light footed. Neither was he natur- ally given to stealthy wi But ailnee coming to Schwartzberg he had acquired both. “They bave fallen upon me like a couple of garments,” he had ac- knowledged to himself more than once. “And I've got to going around a8 softly as a pair of gum shoes shot through a Maxim ailencer.” Ty, was in the hall, not far trom the " yead of the stairs, that he had seen the soft man on the night before; this “fact must have been subconsciously . active, for he now slowly lifted hie head above the level of the floor, hia eyes, as he did ac, glancing aw.ftly ahead, Both the hall and the stair- way were dim; and before his eye had caught anything, his ear got a soft ep and the gentle closing of a door, “The golden Helen,” he said, a mo- ment later, as he caught the outlines of Miss Knowles. “What sow, I wonder?” With the light foot and the stealthy manner, Bat had acquired the habit of suspicion, He had reached the state where every movement which he did not understand was an ocea- sion for inquiry; each unexplaincd sound caused him to prick up his Under ordinary circumstances ntle closing of the door and the quiet mo’ nts of Miss Knowles would have passed unnoticed, “But these are no ordinary time: he told himself. “The golden on @ very busy person, and s0, when she goes pit-patting around, there's no barm in looking after her.” ‘The girl fitted down the hall, and Scanlon quietly followed. But in the dusk he lost sight of her. Reaching the place where he had last seen her, he etared und, but nothing but shadows met his eye. “Gone into one of the rooma” siid he to himself. “But which, and why?" As he could think of nothing to do in the matter he was turning away, but just then a thought struck him. At the next turn tn the hall was the wtalresse leading to the next floor. 7 The Evening World Daily Magazine Ashton-Kirk, | Special Detective A New Yorker's Strange Methods of Solving a Crime Mystery By John T. McIntyre “Buppose she bas gone up there?” eaid he. ‘The floor above was was not used by any of the membets of the house- hold, though all the rooms were com- pletely furnished and open. Why any one efould go up there Mr. Bcanion could not think, “But,” reason he, “in Schwarteberg you can never tell. So I'll climb the stairs just for luck.” He proceeded to do #0, not neglect- ing his light step. The upper hali was in complete darkness, save for what faint light the windows admitted, and he ptood at the head of the stairs, looking carefully up and down. After & pause he started along the passage; half way to its end he stopped sud- denly. A dosen steps away was an alcove, about which were some partly drawn hangings. These atirred gently es though moved by a breeze, “A window is open,” sala Scanton, 1 pamaeds “and some one ts sitting by 4" He remained motionless in the shadow and watched. Yes; some one was there, A moment or two told him more. “I'm sure those are the folds of a white gown,” he told himself, “The golden Helen ts in the alcove, But | what's the idea?” Now Mr, Scanion was quite aure of one thing. And that was that no one would seek this unusual place, and at such an hour without some purpose, He fancied he caught @ glint of a polished surface at those Points where the dim light caught it; then he became aware of a curious shape which he could not altogether make out. Cautiously he shortened the @is. tance between himself and the alcove, And now he saw something else, Between him and the patch of sky which showed through the window was a series of perpendicular bara— very fine, and very close together, As he followed these up and down he gradually began to sense the shape of the other thing which had puzzled him. Then like a flash he got it all The thing yras 4 harp—a gilt harp— upon which the fajnt light was glanc- ing, and the fine bars between him and the sky were its strings. Motionless, Bat stood and looked, The harp! Well, and what then? Firmly fixed in the back of his mind for some days was the Idea that he'd hear more of the harp before the matter in hand was done. — “And not in a musical way, either,” was his thought. ‘That instrument means something else, and I'll gamble that, when It comes out, it'll be some- thing of interest.” Again he stood watching. He had @ feeling of movement behind the hangings; to be sure the breeze stirred them now and then; but it was not that. “It's the girl,” he id, mentally. “And shoe's putting something over, But what?" Across the strings of the harp stole a shadowy hand. Bat listened for a sound, but none came. Again came the hand, and atill again, but no sound followed. ‘She's playing,” he told himself. ‘Playing, and yet the atrings are eilent.” Amazed he stood and watched the shadowy flitting, but the strings were still mute. And then, somehow, there came to the watcher’s mind the scene on the moonlit hilltop the night be- fore when the Invalid sat mutely in his chair and gazed at Schwartzberg. And with this Mr. Seanion up. As softly as he had com 80 softly did be go; and when he reached his own room, he said, be- wilderedly: “This ts what comes of breaking @ resolution! I said f'd try not to reason out any more of these things, but I broke the vow and am pun- ished, But here, on this spot, I renew it, Come what will, or go what may, I'm through!" And with that Mr, to bed. Scanlon went CHAPTER XII. News From Mexico. HE next day at Schwartsberg was uneventful, Scanlon #aw very little of Campe, and nothing at all of either of the ladies, Kretz was ailent and in no way interesting. Once, about the middie of the afternoon, Bat took a walk along the river bank, but he saw nothing which caught his attention, and he did not go far, The remainder of the day he lounged about, smoking and read- ing. The day following was even more dull; except for a gallop in the morning with Campe on a pair of well-conditioned horses, the time was altogether unproftable, Then two more days passed, one duller than the other, “Even some light reasoning would be weleome,” complained the dig man, “but there's nothing new to reason about.” Upon the fifth day, having seen nothing of the erime specialist, Scan- Jon made up his mind te pay @ cas- ual visit to the inn. i ! 0 ‘agel the special ds ve. | “It may be,” said he, “that he's just curling up for a sight of me. And there may be important news to pass one But he got no sight of the jaun- diced man at the hostelry; indeed, there was no one in view but the round bodied landlord, who laughed at Mr. Scanion’s jokes and was as affable an ever, Bat tramped back to Schwartzberg in a@ thoughtful mood. “A dead calm,” said he. and absolute, “Complete And not a sail in sight. But,” with a lift of the eye- brows, “maybe it's that thing I've so often heard of—the calm before the storm.” In the middle of the afternoon the bell at the gate rang and a little later Kretz came in with @ telegram, “For Mr, Scanlon,” said the Ger- man, The big man tore open the en- velope. Aa he expected, It was from Ashton-Kirk and read: “See me in the city at 9 o'clock to-night.” “Anything important?’ asked Campe, who was watching him, “I'm called to the city,” replied Bat. He glanced at a time table and added: “However, I'l not leave until after dinner.” “Beck to-morrow?" “More than likely.” During the time that bad passed since his talk with Scanlon as to the danger which threatened him, Campe had not once recurred to the subject. But that he bore it well in mind Scanlon was confident, “He's thinking it over,” the big man had concluded. “He'll come to it when he's good and ready.” But the telegram from the special detective was almost an assurance that Fuller's report had been re- ceived; and if this were @o, Ashton- Kirk would, in all probability, soon be ready to take some step, no matter what Campe's attitude. At seven-thirty Scanlon boarded a way train and an hour later he was in the city; a taxt took bim to Ash- ton-Kirk's door and Stump showed him at once to bie friend's study. “How are you,” said Asbton-Kirk as he shook Scanion smilingly by the one at Schwartsberg?” “I'm fine,” said Bat. “But there’ not much stirring at the castle. After one mad outburst of enthusiasm everything seems to have come to @ stand.” The crime specialist nodded. “The bosleging army has not been wery active, then,” said he. “I rather *xpected that.” “You'd know more about the folks t the inn than I would,” sald Bat. 1 went over there yesterday for the first time in days, But no one was around, When did you leave “If I had taken the hints the land- lord and help gave me,” said Ashton- Kirk grimly, “I'a have left the fret day, I understand the statement of the other hotel keeper very well no you know he told me that new guests never stayed long at the inn.” “They didn't want you, eh?” Scanion ! chuckled. “Well, what could they do with @ perfect stranger around and all of Khem up to their ears tn im- portant private business?” “But for once, an; needed HELPING HIMSELF x by the the New - i f .] ea ; Vr ¥ euings Word) : ea Lee: wy ok ae gee e e anican a HO " caidas Oe Tae @ certain length of time to collect what facts I was after and that time I was bound to stay. They did everything short of burn the piace about my ears, but I ignored their efforts and talked about my liver, I got all the infor- mation I wanted by last night, and an Burgess wired me that Fuller’s report had arrived I left this morning. sort of thought you'd had word from Mexico,” said Bat. “But before you tell me what it is maybe ['d better unload my further experiences at agreed the other quiet- ly. Thereupon the big man proceeded to relate all that had befallen him aince seeing the crime specialist upon the river bank in the guise of @ jaun- diced man, Ashton-Kirk listened with interest and with narrowed ey when the other had finished he roso to his feet, “One of the most curtous things in all this business of investigation,” said he, “is the way things have of falling together. At times this is not only bizarre, but also astoundin; “Miss Knowles seems to be a fairly industrious lady, doesn’t she?” said Bat. "Early and late she's on the job, 1 couldn't get anything out of the business with the harp, though I'm auro she has a pretty well fixed pur- bose; but the litte game of the sword * was plain enougn.” The detective made no reply, but took @ cigarette from &# box upon the table, lignted it aud began pacing the vor “It's not easy to believe that a woman with a face like Miss Knowles could put together a littie job like that, though,” sald Scanlon, also lighting a cigarette. “If 1 hadn't seen the thing working itacif out, 1 it. And tt wouldn't have believed tte go that she could at hi a Ashton-Kirk nodded and went on with his smoking and his pacing. “But,” sald Bat, inquiringly, “why the sword? If sho ts leagued with these people to do away with Campe, why isn’t It enough to do it in the readjest way? Why must It be done with the big blade from the tapestry room?" But the other's mind seemed to be moving in another channel “This parcel,” said he, “which you naw delivered, and which Miss Knowles at once took charge of--you are quite Sure it contained only blank paper?” “I didn't see it opened,” replied Bat. “But I saw it repacked, aud that's all that went hack into it.” Ashton-Kirk smiled in @ dreamy wort of way; the smoke wreathed above his head and his eyes were half closed. “Did you notice,” he asked, “how the packaxe was wrapped?” “Just heavy manila paper,” said Rat, “and tied with @ kind of @ mixed colored string.” The dreamy smile deepened; the face of Ashton-Kirk grew out of the smoke wreaths like a nodding Buddha, so utterly peaceful was it. “That's very interesting,” sald h in @ pleased tone. “This little matt of yours shows more and more quai- {ty with every ste He paced up and down the floor, still smoking and still with the smile upon his face. “and tt was after the receipt of this jarcel that the sword was missed ri jut look here! You seem to be e two things; for my part them even near to each “To-morrow, perhaps” sald Ashton Kirk, “we'll take a few moments to explain things. Just now, however, there is work to do of @ more serious went to a cabinet and ope rd arawer took out some typed sheets, “Fuller telegraphed his report in @ private cipher,” eaid he, “and thie is the transiation, Ho was rather for- tunate in the Yhatter, for one of his Aret queries put him upon the track of exactly the people he was after— those who knew young Campe's father both privately and # business man, who were Americans and were willing to talk, Within twenty-four hours ho had these facts,” tapping the sheets, “on the wire,’ He then rea ““The Campes in Mexico seem to have been a family that held the respect and good will of the community... Their business deal- ings were always carried on on a high plane, and they were per- wonally affable and déasily ap- proached. For years success marked all of their ventures; their undertakings brought rich returns and seemed constantly in- creasing. “Phe house was seldom for very long out of the public eye, However, about five years . there came a lull in their doings, Their ventures were few; and in the completion of some large con- tracts they were known to have borrowed money. “This lull continued for about the space of w year, and seemed to grow more and more pro- nounced, Campes had lost @ very great deal of money; and as time passed it Was @ question as to whether they would recover or no. ““But suddenly recover they did, and brilliantly. Some of their copper holdings’ developed amas- ingly, and in a short time they were going along at thelr usual winning pace, just as though noth- ing had ever happened. During this commercial halt, if I may #0 call {t, [find there wan also « wort of social one, And an you asked me to pay special attention to the friends of the head of the house, I looked into their social sagging with a good deal of interent. *'In its efforts to regain its finan- cyl footing during the time of de- pression the house of Campe dealt with people with whom it would have hesitated to associate Itself in days more flush. Also, it made acquaintances, possibly | through these dealings, with people who were entirely unknown in those eireles in which the family had of thease in always moved, One particular was va, who had one sor of physics at I understand, of person, a crippl boast of his Indian an Al- va bore a bad reputation and was considered wonderfully clever tn ys. There was another of !" exclaimed Mr, Beanton, tn recognition, “do I once more meet nd of the covered bridge?” hid American,’ continued Ashton-Kirk, his eyes still upon the sheets, “ known to ha been in various sorts of tro! Just what * were 1 have not been able to dearn, Ho' ‘er, ag the Guate- malian Minister of Police of the period in which these things took place is now that country’s Min- jeter at Washington something might be learned from him, Dur- ing the period of the Campa family's depression, Frederic Campe, father to the Frederic now in the United States, was quite intimate with both Alva and Evans. They were received frequontly at hin house and, ap- parently, highly esteemed. But turn came thin fin was probably a year after this that Frederic Campe met his death on board his yacht,’ ‘The special detectt aid the sheets upon the table and looked at Scanion. 3 By Robert Minor) | : Thursday, Octobe he asked, “what do you replied that gentieman, “it looks as though you'd hit the thing fair on the point that Inst day 1 was here. Some kind of an understanding was had with this man Alva and the other fellow, Evans. But the elder Campo broke It off after he got fush again; they hung on and kept insiat- ing on his doing whatever it was that he'd promised to do. refused and they finally ‘got him.” ‘The detective laughed. “Good “My theory as to what might possibly have happened and Fuller's report you've put together very well indeed.” “But,” ventured Scanlon, “thaygh it might be clever enough, this guessing at things won't get us anythii we carry it furthei He looked at the crime specialist inquiringly. “What do you think we'd better do next?" Ashton-Kirk pressed one of the se- ries of call bells, then he lighted an- other cigarette, “I'd like to have Just @ little more Information about ¢ man Alva,” aaid he. “He interests me immensely. Atavism is one the most curious and fascinating things in the world,” he continued, as he rested ag one corner of the table, his singular eyes upon the big man. “One never knowa when to ct it, and it sometimes most pecullar of forms. A strain of blood, a physical peculiarity will suddenly appear after an absence "Wel think?’ “To me,” |, Compactly built ntered the room. “Burgess,” apoke the crime epecial- arly in the morning go down ‘arker'n andyborrow 4 surveying At—-a complete one—tell him net to mis# anything, and also to tell you how they're used.” ough to go through the mo- said the compact man, with @ grin, “Exactly, Then take O'Netl and go out on the first train you can get to Marlowe Furnace. ‘ind @ place called Schwartsh up alot the river on the weat bank, and about a mile above the station, Make that the centre of your movements for the day; don't get out of hearing of t! usual signal, and when you do hy it make for the house at once.” Burgess nodded. “Right,” said he. “And all the time we are hanging around we'll be busy laying off the land with the survey or'n stuff, eh? “Yes,” replied Aghton- Kirk. anreuns else?” asked the man. Burgess nodded and took his de- parture. Ashton-Kirk, in spite of the fact that he had talked freely upon certain points of the case with Scanlon, had naid little or nothing as to his move- ments in the immediate future. Nevertheless there was something in the alr of the study which seemed to promine action--sharp, light-pro- ducing action—and the big man was pleased. “You seem to be getting ready for a little something,” Spoke Mr. Boan- lon The other smiled, “To-morrow, more than likely, will be a busy day,” said he, “and it's al- wayn beat to prepare for such @ little ahead” “What do you expect to happen?” asked Mr. Scanion, curiously. “Anything. But one thing will al- most surely tale place. And that ts, the Campe matter will be solved for ood and al CHAPTER Xill. . ‘f 22, 1914 appearance,” said he to himeaeif, “It's @ otgn that he’s in health. Breakfast can cheerfully his morning meal (oe usually all right tnsids, But ooth things can be carried to extremes. When there's pressing matters to be carried through what matter how you look; when a puzsie of woeks'’ standing ls about to turn over on its edge and give a last kick, a chop, an og@ and a roll shouldn't be the thing to interfere with its doing.” But though the big man was in a highly excited s' Ashton- Kirk was as calm an August afternoon, He smoked a good sized cigar after breakfast and read the newspapers. To thi wement of Mr. Svanion, he even showed interest in such things as the tariff, the building of a new eup defender and the international @spect of canal tolls, Howe’ about 10 o'clock, a long telegram came; when he read this his inactivity ceased; at once he rung for hie car, and when it arrived he and the big man got in, It was a brisk, sunny November day, and they sped through the city streets and finully into smoothness and ease possible to the modern automobile, the little station at Marlowe Furnace and across the covered bridge; then, west bank, they sighted the towore of Gohwartaberg. also two very industrious sur- veyors,” sald Ashton-Kirk, his keen eye picking out two email figures in the distance, who appeared deeply ab- sorbed in the measuring of some land. Mr. Scanion was pleased with the whole idea, and sald so, “It may be,” said he, “that we'll need a little help, And this is about as good a way to have a couple of willing lads hanging around as a fel- low could think of.” Sergeant-Major Krets was upon the wall; when the car drew up at the gate he scrambled down inside, A moment or two later the gate opened, 4 Campe, much surpris made his appearance, “Back again,” said the big man, cheerfully, as he got out, followed by the right?” “Everytbing,” replied the young man. He shook hands with Ashton- Kirk and added: “I'm very glad to see you again.” Scanion looked about. There was no one within ear-shot, ao he re- marked: “You didn’t say anything further about that matter we talked about the other night, eo I thought I'd help you make up your mind by bringing my friend to eee you.” If he expected young Campe to show surprise at hearing that Ashton-Kirk the person mentioned in that con- veraation Scanion was disappointed. The young man merely sald, quietly: “It was rather @ diMcult thing to solve for myself. I'm glad that you've done it for me." Then addressing the special detective, he added: “Will you come in?” ‘The car was driven into the court- ard; then the two men followed ‘ampe into the house. When they had seated themselves at @ table in one corner of the trophy-bung room Ashton-Kirk eald: “It 1e always more or less presump- tuous to Interfere in the private af- faire of another. times, and all persune of experience have encountered them, when this does not hold good. A nan occasion- ally gete into such deep water that b is helpless; at the same time there may be reasons, as I understand there are in your case, which may prevent sking for help.” Campe regarded the speaker bis ‘The long fingers of Ashton-Kirk pattered upon the table; he met the ase of the other with steady eye. “In such cases,” paid he, “compari- eon ly figures very strongly, Home @uger threatens a man, But he feare \o appeal for help, Why? Because the thing which threatens as nothing compared with another thing which @ call for help might ex- pose.” Scanlon saw the peaked face of young Campe twitch, but the tutent jook never left his eyes, “What more?” asked he. “And yet it may be,” said Ashton- Kirk, “that this nidden thing may be none of the endangered person's do- ing. A demand way be made upon bim by those threatening hun, which he may be unable to meet.” “Well?” said the young man again, and Scanlon noticed that hia voice trembled @ litle, juppose,” said the crime specialist, wealthy family fell into hard days, Suppose the head of that family, in a mowent of weakness, allowed himecif to be approached by--woll, we'll say— @ criminal organization. Let us further suppose that after he bad gone into @ shady matter pretty deeply, his position suddenly and legitimately mended, and in conse- quence he washed bis hands of ail ked dealing.” Ashton- Kirk Pays His Second "sald young Campe, and his t pale as death. Visit. ‘ inlet us suppose,” continued CANLON was not at all an Ashton irk, Seimly, “that in 90 lean . 6 coune e impationt man, but the. toox'with him something vitally nec: S length of time consumed by Aahton-Kirk next morning over his toilet and his breakfast rather put him on edge. “1 lke to see a man’ fussy about his to thelr success. y him; be refused and, to muppose, we'll say tl yacht called the Con- was blown ousar, Next Week's ‘Complete Novel in THE EVENING WORLD = The Cottage on the Fells By H. De Vere Stacpoole This Book on the Stands Will Cost You $ is also a good sign. The follow that f, the country roads with that | They flashed by ¢ as they climbed the first bill on the fai However, there are , fy ¥ “o ¥ a .26, You Get it for 6 Cents. ‘ berg came to his feet; his amed like those of an insane » and his voice was husky broken: What do you know?* he think,” replied Ashtou- quietly, “I have a fair idea @s to has happened in Mexico, and waat happening hei And If you care have mo proceed in thé matter will lend me what assistance T there is a good chance that by tht time to-morrow you wil] have left your fears and worries behind you.’ For a moment the young man staring; then he reached king hand and laid it ker's arm. Sir,” said he, “if you can do #i you will have saved me from i! from the madhouse. f Ashton-Kirk placed his hatd upom that of Campe, st ‘onsider it done, then,” sald quietly, “Seanton haps, that I have soi ts in matters of this sort. Andl @ nodding and smiling, “I ee9 open field before me.” Bat looked impressively at had this thing cool the day I first brought! "said he, “Rut he's got a under it as hot as a lows Hades. And no if gays he'll it to-day, all done, believe him, bf Just the kind of a fellow te @@ |) r, Ashton-Kirk’s visit here 3 not first all chance then,” a mpe. “Not quite,” returned Bat, unbigsh- ingly. “You see, “along about . of that visit I had got it in my mind that everything what it o od as I. didn’t think man enough for the job, I took a off and got Kirk. “Thank you,” would bo the beat thing I coul but I never quite got up the to take the atep. myself only ce went is Kirk, “I might hove.done But there was some one ele, that is what stopped me.”* i Now, howe that the time fer st 1d hu arri tion seeme: ave ved, Lyn color in his ow steadier and a look of pur pose came Rodd Bm i fP “You spoke of my ing you woe sald he to the crime clalist. “dive it a name; I read: \y- “Good!” said Ashton-Kirk, aa! tion in his voice. “Then we'll at once.” He went to a looked out into the courtyard the warm sun flooded the stones. a beautiful day,” said he. “You have no car here, Mr, po “No, we have no use for one, a8 — we seldom re eny ral run wi ‘a, novelty. car. Also my driver, and pow Mis Knowles and your aunt.” mpe looked at him quest went over tho house seme ag9,' said Ashton-Kirk, meeting the look, “and I should to go over it again—in my. own way.” * — bt hil 6 ie ae, of silence;. once Scantom thought the young man — was about to refuse. But whem he spoke, “Very well,” he said. s the country round boat tp done i “ spoke the special plenty of time, And say n the ladies as to why I am here, ole want to atartle them, now."* The next half hour was spent by Ashton-Kirk in smoking and with Beanion upon almost every subject than the matter in Then Campe returned, and with Mins Hohenlo and Miss as all in a flutter, the younger woman, so me. lced, was eager eyed and watohful, hinge db she's wondering just what it “It's so very kind of you, My. Ash: Kirk, to come again 80 soon,” sald Miss Hohenlo, girlishly, “It wil) do Frederic such @ great deal of good mind Into some mat- ‘o's been so very downcast of late; and I'm quite sure that ine © | teresting himself in Count Hohenie’s + iT times will benefit him ly. “And it's so kind of you to put your car at our servis said Miss “Woe go out s@ Jittle since we % Schwartsberg. Frederic came swoo . ing into the room just pow with \d we were as delighted as Her eyes went to Seanion d then back to the But," she suggested, ” ton-Kirk. ‘There ara many in which I can interest myself.” “Thi are some of the Count’s - urnals in the library,” said Miss lohenlo. “Please ‘don't overlook them, His views upon bis time are quite charmin, re eat . “Quite,” said the tall Miss Knowles, rye read one Cd ire, ot eters charming, leisurely t the most beautiful | handwritiny ih “The Count ew #0 many wonder- ful peorle,” said Miss Hohenlo. “His, anecdotes of them are so striking and wo characteristic. It was u day wi personal quality told in one’s" favor, Nowagare people are so hopelessly alike, As! hink id hi i s on-Kirk smiled. “Don't t they only appear to be ry - more and more such crowds, you see, there little opgortunity for us to ent.” “In the Count's day, dresg Bad 0 — much to do with the impression one made,” said the special. detec Many a@ man has won fame by intro; ducing a new periwig, or had hi talked about in the coffee ho} monthe because of an oli Phe buokies of his shoes. ear containing women and young through th closed behind the " at, Ashton: Mire, nal . begin corre ve In