The evening world. Newspaper, October 12, 1916, Page 10

SSIES om ————S— | | SIXTH EPISODE THE PHANTOM IMAGE dy Consolidated Film Corporation, 1 OF PRECKDING BPSODES., ‘New York daily owned by bie (ether, te intenmted tm the De life perfecting & machine to rejarenate umenity, Ataa- Fourteen muniers bare been committed, el! fm campaign to unrevel the mre becomes infatmuted with man about town, be aren Harald ton, Two other, who te Die comrade. Together they Kidoap Florence and eerted house, The police arrive aod Florence denounces te second man as Lambert’ ‘edmite it, ret Drenke away and omaves, T waa early the next afternoon that Harold Stanley mounted the steps of the Montrose house at Riverdale, His shoulders were squared and his jaw was set. For he was very much afraid, ‘The sorles of hazardous adventures with the Crimeon Stain band had not in any way shaken his nerve, nor aroused in him any ‘emotion except the true fighter’s joy of battle, The seat of the man-hunt was not upon him, and he would blithely stake his life again on the quest, ae he had before, Nevertheloss, he was frightened, And his nerves were taut ‘and shaking. For he was planning to do the moat heroic deed of his whole career, and the prospect filied him with panic In other words, he was planning to tell Florence Montrore that he loved her more than all the world besides, and to ask her to be his wife, Small wonder he was scared. Even as the charging elephant shrinks in quaking terror from a mouse, 60 such an ordeal may crumple the courage of the most valiant man. He had always loved Florence. Bven when sho was a child he had been vaguely aware that his regard for her was more then that for @ sohoolday playmate, And since re~ turning from college his love had been steadily growing and strength- ening untii—even to himaelf-—he eould no longer deny its existence. He had told himself, weeks earlier, have no place.in Ife until he should “have achieved is goal of solving the Crimson Stain mystery and of bringing pe eto r to justice. Bu Sue > cl t his resolve. Not ‘was hid love for Florence grow- to an intensity that made silence @ torture, but he felt that his little eweetheart had no intention of going back to the Inboratory and that his own chances of a word alone with Florence were Nght, Harold decided aulkily that he must postpone his proposal until some time when Montrose should be busy or away from home, So, reluctantly, he took his leave. Florence, watching him astride down the walk toward the gate, did not realize that her father wag studyin her happy face with pathetic inten- sity. Nor did yuens that the soft radiance in hor eyes told him her ae- cret as clearly as could any spoken word. Dr. Montrose turned to his daugh- ter impulsively, ag if to speak out the fear that tortured Ris heart. But as 8 lips part: his ear caught & claimed, her wi this faintly, distant sound (nat arenta ts Sontee G2 paok once. evapo Pye theor come from the wing of the house you about the ‘Figure in Black,’ you where was located his laboratory. It remember. But you"-— PS ees 62 OF 8 Famine Body, “I know, I know,” replied Parrish. fe renee, ill gaging raptly after {2 was my own loss. If I'd taken enet aeiek exer did not hear the your tip the credit of clearing young mauftiod noise, But Dr. Montrose bur- Clayton would be mine and not Stan- _ back tte the house and up the isy's, That's why I've come here to- stairs, ede of fear merging into day, I'm beginning to get a pretty ma ned Seren): high idea of your detective powe Scarcely @ doctor quitted his young lady, and I want to avall my. si needed some more power- fal protector than her visionary and ever-busy father. ‘The repeated attempts upon her had convinced him of this. And Montrose’s dreamy inability to his daughter's peril had stirred come to C3 a ee acting on It, he get forth for the Montrose house at laboratory, five minutes earlien on 1 ” pa moment be could get away his 1 Mind a tele’, Florence and Hianared at Sle peniee “troce the . e1 y Feltz, the shitty-eyed man-servant, down the hal fatory Siuany Seremey: Warristi, (Hiorenoe sémitted him to the big front hall, wing and tried Fifty tim “Why, certainly, What can I do?’ Dut was saved the trouble of going during the past few months had he «jve been making inquiries about im search of Florence by that young done this, in his employer's brief ab- ¢nat apartment house where Miss lady's appearance at the the sences from the juboratory. But al- ys x“ Sor tace broke into a's door suut aaainat Rime oo hens *° ie into a oe hw inet him, Micime snd she ran gaily down to | To-day, however, the door chancea Where you saw Lambert murdered, cod to be on the latch, Mix thrilled at his own good luck. io had always been morbidly curious about this mysterious rpom. And now he saw @ chance to gratify his curiosity. Into the laboratory he crept, For & moment he stood staring Interest- edly at the gables and shelves laden with phials, ‘retorts and other chem- ical" paraphernalia, at the queer ap- while you hid in the closet there.” ‘ou're here!” she hail os? oT we ‘elix disappeared. “Well, it seems the house was a pri- vate dwelling years ago before it waa turned into apartments. it was built by an eccentric old chap who ut two secret pasageways into tt jeading up from the cellar, That got me to thinking. 1 never did see how you could have been carried In broad tu @aylight through the public hallway Sart of ee een in various Cf the house and to the Tosca flat. he stood ‘peering about him he There would have been too much heara a faint hole that ‘seemed to tak. oe ime from the al “my parenty blak” wall “Scarak “Re \*'So I figured that the kidnapper had crouched behind a table just as a Weed one of the secret passages, panel in the wainscoted wall began Went Into the cloet where you were to allp to one alde, revealing an inner put. And I found a passage at the room beyond the wall. ck of it, behind @ slab of scantiing. Through this opening appeared the It led to the cellar, Now 1 want to head and shoulders of Tanner, As find that second passage. It may give Felix stared bewtlderingly at him, 4 clue to the way the masked assassin Tanner entered the laboratory and got in and out of the house, Will you turned around to close the secret help me?” panel, “Help you? How?" If once the panel was closed Felix “By coming there with me and knew that he had scant hope of find- searching the cellar. A woman's wit ing & way to open it again. There- and a woman's eyes are better than in the second that the other any man’s. I've tried, and I can't find man's back was turned toward him It. the servant sprang forward from be- Bho was tempted to refuse, pol hind the table and buried his talon- blank. Then she remembered her ike fingers in Tanner's throat. promise to Harold to do all in her ‘Taken wholly by surprise, Tanner power to help solve the Crimson Stain struggled In-valn against the clammy, mystery for him. And with a litle tron grip that crushed his windpipe nod she consented. Stopping only to shut. He could not see hin Hiant. put on her hat which she had laid on He could not shake him off, Buffo- the ball table, she set forth at Par- cation blinded and tortured him. rish's side, not even remembering to cause now I'll be able to show you my wonderful new toy. noon mail. It came by the My uncle sent it to me. laboratory to Bee!” As Florence spoke she held up for in- gpection a camera that was slung by a strap from her shoulder. “A newytamera, eh?” commented Btaniey. “But what's the excite- ment? You have no less than three, already. I gave you one of them my- elf. And"— “But this is different,” she ex- plained. “Look! That queer-shaped adjustabl the famous ‘micro- geopic lens attachment’ you've read +0 much about in the scientific maga- sines, It is really a microscope. It will photograph details that the naked eye can hardly nce. It will take « four-by-five picture of the very tinlest leaf or insect. It's wanderful. Come along and help me e&periment with it, We might photograph a”— “Hold on!” he laughed, nervously. “Hold on! I'd be giad to help you in any deep scientific researches you choose. But not just now, if you don't mind. You see, I've something ter- ribly important to tell you. And, if 1 wait, I'm afraid my courage will give TAI followed, “Do you suppose I could forget it?” and greeted the unlooked-for visitor Jeasa she demanded, trembling. “It is the me into the living room. mi here. on my way from Ri the office, because I wanted @ rather Before she could guess his intent, important talk with you,” Stanley had opened and adjusted “Of course,” assented Vanya, easily, the camera. auging the distance, an she seated herself on a rug-covered he took a time-exposure photograph divan and motioned him to a chair of the image in Vanya’s staring eye, facing her, “And you may smoke it “Now, then,” he went on, “we'll \ i taf 6. Do you care for a drink?” thank you,” declined Stanle; adding: ‘I realize—and so do the po- lice—that the murder Lambert in your flat has thrown unpleasant light on you. So has the kidnapping of Miss Montrose from Clayton's apartment while you were take that to your house at once and there. People are beginning to speak develop it in your ‘dark room.’ When of you as ‘a woman of mystery.’ That we get a four-by-five photograph sort of thing does you great harim. from it we'll send a copy of the It fe no affair of mine, of course. And photo to every police station in Am- if you resent my questions I've noth- Grica; and there'll be a four-column ing further to say. But if you care cut of it on the front page of to- to clear yourself” morrow's Examiner, Lord, what a As he talked Vanya had been race! more terribie than glancing with apparent carelessness Gyen gal about the room. If Harold had ; watched her more closely he might ,, 18 coming back to Mer haw: noted that her roving gaze Senses,” reported Florence, who had always came to rest on On large bop seeking to revive ‘Vanya, framed picture that hung directly nan opporite the couch and just behind — A thud in the outer hall shook the the visitor's back. Also he might Whole apartment, Running out to have guessed, as she now broke in vestigate, they found Parrish lying on his words, that she was seeking &t full length on the hallway to gain time. As Harold drew near the detective “Perhaps,” she began, talking slow- slowly raised himself to his knees, ly, though to stretch the narra- thee oe gma come wl cer On eeg? Buck? Worth Playing At the Comedy better, Mr. Stanley, if 1 go back a By Charles Darnton, little and tell you something of my eariler }ife, It will help explain what NY ONE with a sense of fair- ness must have patience with You see, I was a Russian l A the Washington Square Players peasant girl. My parents were very poor, But my girlhood was happy. at the Comedy Theatre. Like the heroine of “Hush!” they seem to be For I knew nothing better, Then, doing their best to shock the world. you lk “No, LA RUE, THE CRIMSON 8' when I was eighteen—one day in the forest--1 met Pierre La Rue.” “Pierre La Rue?” echoed Stanley, ‘Who is he?" 1 am coming to that presentl; she continued, with the same exa perating slowness, her eyes strati ing again to the picture. I was only a girl, ignorant and un- sophisticated, And he was unlily any other man His eyes haunted) ie sey pore it at times, the fault lies ‘As nho was speaking the great| with themselves more than with the authora of the four short plays that ive them employment, tt of all, there's Alice Brown with “The Sugar House,” in which the New England conscience works framed picture on the opposite wall slowly swung outward, as though on hinges. In the aperture behind it appeared the face of Pierre La Rue. ‘La Ru age fixed itaelf strangely upon Vanya's with a hypnotic inten- it something new about the nen unconsciousness sity that held her powerless, In his tone. dee Tt ammounte to litle more " . put a merciful jeave behind her the camera which & . overtime, Crinmon Stain? she asked carkery: end to his pain. He collapsed noially Ma hung by ite strap, from. fer (208, the Crimson Stain ewan 0) 15 the shadow that “Ethan Frome” about’ the Crimson Stain, "And it's jayne S90F upsetting @ chalr in his hess borage i. Parrish g:theh the pleture swung shut again,| casts upon the snow of that dreary " ay old . Loss than an hour later Parrish gtinte Riced. that Vanya had > Neoware tanks however; 4 pcg pow, ite the very, oldest | When Dr. Montrose, A half-minute was ushering her into the dingy ved’ epeaking: Her yoos had|otrih’ playing) Taken from. the May 1 teil It t0 yoU— paw ‘the secret panel standing open the trent celine he led the way, clase tilled away into nothingness. Her ¥reneh of Georges de Porto-Riche by and Tanner sprawled senseless on tric flashlight in hand, and to an the floor, He knelt over the swoon- inner room beyond the furnace, ing man, As he worked feverishly to ‘This room, whose door he shut be- restore him to consciousness, Mont- hind them, was pitch dark except for rose noted with horror the red finger the Mashilght rays. marks on his throat, trembled, ever 80 little, as he spoke, Florence glanced up quickly into his ardent eyes, then as quickly averted her own face lest he see the flood of color that rushed ad AE 4 “The other passageway is outside into it and it lovelight that set her at iast Tanner opened his eyes. in the main cellar,” he told ty own eyes aglow. Shudde he looked wildly about sounded all the walls out h Impulsively he caught both her lit- tle hands in bis. “Florence; he said, his velee low and vibrant, “you must surely know what I want to say, You must have known all along how 1" He got no further, A heavy step sounded on the landing of the stairs just above where he and Florence stood, Stanley knew the step of Dr, Montrone. Much as he liked the doctor, Stan- ley would gladly have vonsigned the him, The sight of the doctor seemed are of masonry, and the se to reassure the man, To the wdrd- sageway can't possibly start Jess question In Montrose's eyes, he In here there iy plenty of woodwork. babbled, incoherently: Perhaps"—— No, I don't know who, I couldn't . “Look she interrupted, eagerly, see him, Butt felt the throat-grip, Mer auick eye noticing an’ irregular All right. As long as I could geet ObION of wood ehat projected a few anything, Its—its a warning, doo!” {nehes beyond the mouldy side wall, ‘A spasm of terror shook Dr. Mon- “Thi# looks like a door of some kind. trose from head to foot. And, see, there ls a groove in the Florence watched at the front door f00F as if to glide It to and fro, Let's until Stanley was out of sight. ‘Thon "Y thia first, as she made as though to go back She laid hands on the slab of ood, old gentleman, Just then, to some a ae hae ene Seinen denert island ten thousand miles nto the house she saw Layton Fars hig ti oe itto one mde, To ner Away, He dropped Foren ces hand ee yee ne ere anda AT* delight the slab yielded at the frst and turned to greet his host But he did not turn sown enough to nee the look of utter horror that swept over the doctor's gentle face at The girl ald not like Parrish, Bhe Attempt and slid nolselessly to the could not tell why, she could give no left, revealing a narrow opening in renson for her Instinctive dislike, Her '3¢ Wall and the beginning of a Might first Impulse now was to go indoors ° rude stone steps. sight of the two figures standing #0 before he should mount the veranda on the instant, the flashlight Sineely together in tho hallway just steps, But she curbed the wish, tell, Went out and she heard the sharp below him. ing herself that she and t cio OF Qgor lock, Parriah bad Dr. Montrose wont deathly paie for were allies in the Crimson Stain heavy acer behing nig it ite an instant, and his left hand clutched battle and that she muat try to over- De eee ae at his heart. Then, by a mighty come her distaste for him, alone in the dark, a prisoner, She fort of will, he controiied his horror: — So she advanced a atep to meet the “4 for help. No answer ca stricken features and advanced cor- detective, and held out her hand y, ™ dially to welcome the son of his boy- toward him courteously if not cor- anya Tosca was alone in her hood friend. dially, Rr tty any Sho was waiting for From the éVident liking in the doc- "Well, Miss Montrose,” was Par- Pierre La Rue, who had bidden her to expect him, Already he was late. And the woman waa nervously won- dering why. Then came a ring at the outer door of the apartment. With a amile of eager welcome she ran to the Tt was 4 door and flung It op tor's words of greeting, Harold was tempted to ask him, then and there, for his daughter's hand. For he knew the old gentleman was fond of him, and anticipated no obstacle to rish's Almont effusive greeting as ho shook hands with ner, “I hear you are to be congratulated on clearing young Clayton from the charge of killing ‘Truxton Lambert lés suit. But, remembering that he clever bit o ‘ork did, My com- ©; ’ had not as yet asked the girl herself, pliments, Clayton was set free an eee ‘areshela” stood Harold he altered his purpose, and contented hour ago. He told me he was going T or c pen a han you. momentary dread, Then she steadied ‘I'm so glad he te foe!" she ex- her nerves for whatever might befall himself with giving somewhat aim- time to-day Jens answers to inf that remarks, Presently, seeing that the doctor wide eyes were fixed and glassy. Ralph Roeder and Beatrice de Hol- ‘They were staring at something di- thair, it raises the spirits, not to rectly behind Harold. mention the eyebrows. The whole He wheeled about to see what had! matter is put, cleverly enough, into so fascinated her, But nothin he question, "Do you want me to be aspect of the picture or of anything unfaithful to every one?” It might else in sight seemed to account for|enaily have been turned to merrier that wild stare. He asked her if she account if the downcast husband, in- clutching agontzedly at his throat. "I—I guess I must have keeled over,” he evaded, brokenly, in an- swer to Stanley's excited questions ou are, Miss Montrose. “I—oh, there 1 was worrt out of that inner room of second, ‘The spring lock door blew abut. ‘he lock jammed and I couldn't get it open. So I ran up here, to"—— “Wo've just seen the face of’—— be Florence, lifting the camera. it Lng 4 with a quick glance of warni, checked her. “Pil, tal 6 you home now, if you're ready,” Harold interposed. “I'll come along,” volunteered Par- rish. “I've got to see Dr. Montrose to-day on business. Half gn hour later, leaving Fellx to notify the doctor of Parrish's resence, Harold and Florence went oth tographic dark room the rt equipped on the second joor of the Montrose home. The door of the dark room closed behind them and presently the splash of chemicals betokened that they of 8 “THE PICTURE 8WUNG OUTWARD, REVEALING THE FACE OF ‘AIN ABLAZE IN HI8 EYE were busily developing the plate. At the same moment Pierre La Rue creeping along the hallway halted just outside the dark room door and listened in evident worry. I caving the door he ran noiselessly toward the now empty laboratory, retufning a minute later carrying an odd-shaped tank to which was attached a tube. Dr. Montrose once had—at the re- quest of the Government—experi- mented in the making of noxtous gases for army use. This tank con- tained the final result of his expert- ments. Holding the end of the tube to the keyhole of the unventilated dark foom La Rue turned on the tap. The dark room began to fill with a dizzying vapor, But in his haste Plerre turned tent upon a duel for the moment, had been permitted to raise his eyes to those of Francoise. In this simple, natural way satire could have been realized. Helen Westley is interest- ing a# the married flirt who visits the artist after her love has grown 0 cold that @ touch on the shoulder sends a shiver through her, while Jose Ruben gives an amusing perform- ance as the discouraged philanderer, In the role of the patient wife, Gwiadys Wynne—heaven and printer help her name! at home than she “The Sugar House,’ Amateurish acting makes sad work of “A Merry Death,".a harlequinade from the Russian of Nicholas Ev- reinor, “Sisters of Susanna," by Philip Moeller, ia @ bad farce badly acted. But while there Is life there 1s hope—and the V Players are young. A HER BOSS TO WED ACTRESS. ik and Norma Tal- the License. STAMFORD, Conn,, Oct, 12,—Josoph M, Schenck, promoter of theatrical and motion picture enterprises in New York, and Norma Talmadge, ncreen actress, secured @ license here yesterday to wed. They intended to get married at once and were much plat out when they dis- covered they must walt five days un- der the Connecticut Inws, Miss Ta’ madge is being starred in a sertes of moving pictures soon to be prod by Mr. Schenck. peomnaes j# as the jade of were ill or frightened, She gave no reply, but sat rigidly staring. Harold made @ hasty tour of the room to seek again the cause of her odd behavior. Then ha returned to where Vanya sat and laid one hand on her shoulder, looking down into her glazed eyes. She did not move or speak. And he saw, with amaze, that she was in a hypnotic trance, He saw more. In the wide pupil of her eye, aa in a tiny mirror, he saw the perfect refiec- tion of @ mvn's face—the bearded and ghastly face of a ean with hypnotic. ally glowing eyes, “Harold!” cried a girl's voice just behind the wondering Stanley. He whirled about. The picture was swinging outward from the wall. In the opening behind it stood Montrose, Harold ran across to her in amazement, yolcing a dozen be- wildered questions as he helped her down into the room. “I came here with Mr. find a secret passagewa: plained, “and I was locked in, RRaoways R Rub It On Rub It In LINIMENT SORE BACK LUMBAGO RHEUMATISM 44ND TOR ALL MUSCULAR PaIN Has No Disagreeable Oder, Does Not Soil the Clothing. The wEW 25cm BOTTLE rin wie alo hance to be tee pyauine I fol- lowed flight of stairs in the wall and at last | touched something that felt Ike canvas, I pushed and it opened, And I saw you and Mi Miss Tosca, What in the world you doing here? And what is the matter with her? “She is in some kind of stupor,” 1d Harold, uncomfortably, addin; “Look at her eyes, Look close, What do you see?" “Why—Why, it's the reflection of a face—a man's face,” she answered, staring more closely; then exclaim- ing in horror: “It {s the face of the man who killed your father, “No?” shouted Harold, incredulows, Stops Pin } It Does Not Bli a Featuring ‘Maurice Neévelized by ALBE Being Presented by the the | much more | | The Kind You Have Alwa hington Square | K Consolidated Film ostello and Ethel Grandin T PAYSON TERHUNE Cor, “She is in some Rind of stu Look at her eyes. Look close. What o you eco? “Why it’s the reflection of a face—the face of the man who killed your father.” Before she could guess his intent, Stan- ley had opened the camera. digtance he took a photograph of the image in Vafrya’s staring eye. the lover too suddenly in order to in- crease the pressure. The tank ox- ploded with a force that tore the dark room door from Ka hinges. Harold Stanley staggered out into the hall half carrying, half support- ing Florence, who mechanically clutched the newly developed photo- graphic plate. They were just in time to see Pierre La Rue pick himself up from the floor, whither the inrpact of the explosion had hurled him. Stanley at a glance recognised La Rue from his photographic likeness. With a shout he sprang at the man. La Rue deftly wriggling out of reach of Harold's descending arm, bolted across the hall and upstairs. Harold followed. Robert Clayton, entering the house, heard Stanley’s yell. And without waiting an instant he bounded up- ward in the direction of the sound. Florence pointed to the flying figures as Clayton sped past her, and oried out to him: “It ia the Crimson Stain man!” Up, up ran La Rue, the two men at his heels. t last up the scuttle adder, kicking it away from under him, and gained the roof. Har- oM and Clayton, picking up the fallen ladder and olimbing in turn to the roof, were in time to see La Rue crouch for an instant on the parapet edge, then launch himself into the air. Across a ten-foot space La Rue sprang. His outflung arms seized . the boughs of a tall tree that grew beaide the house, He worked his way’ swiftly to the trunk, and with the speed of a cat slid to the ground. As Pierre's feet touched earth Stantey bent over the parapet and, drawing his revolver, fired at the fleeing figure. La Rue's left arm was suddenly jerked upward by a spas- modic twitch of the nerves, With his right hand he seized his own left forearm midway between elbow and wrist. Then, in apparent agony, he staggered toward the house and out of view from the two men on the roof. “You winged him!” cried Clayton. ‘Come back the anme way we ran up and we can catch him somewhere downstairs. He made for the house. He's too badly hit to travel far.” But when they reached the ground floor their closest search did not re- rish. veal the man they sought. Parrish and Dr. Montrose and Florence aided them in the quest. Rut Plerre La Rue had wholly vanished. Felix, alone of the household, took no part in the man-hunt. In the de- serted laboratory “he etood, his left Gauging the sleeve rolled up, bathing a woun@ his forearm. The iaboratory just then seemed only spot where he was likely to free from observation. As a of tact, he was was not free observation even there. For a mashes and hooded figure appeared at the window behind him, locked in for an instant, then vanished. At last the searchers realised that they were on a fool'a errand. They hered in the lower hallway, it~ from their efforts. And There ravings descending the stairway, found em. “I have been searching the reef, sir,” he said in reply tone from the Las eA doe! trace of him up there.” “There though,” triumph, a: carried plate, negative of h F A fect negative. jarold is going print the picture in to-morrow’s Bx. aminer, and send copies of the photo to all the police stations. This is the very image of the murderer, Any Eoin recognize him from it. \ She handed it to Dr. Mofitrowe. eld the negative to the light, study- Ing it long and earnestly, hig face Kray with suffering. Then Parrish stretched out his hand for it. “It's our best clue so far,” eald Harold.. “The photograph the And no believe how wo got ft, Crimson Stain murderer, one will We". He broke off with a cry of anger. Parrish, clumsily handling the pie, had let it slip from bet is fingers. It fell to the poll floor and smashed Into a pieces. “Lord, but I'm sorry!" Parrish, in nolsy conteltion. butter-fingered bonehead! ‘That's what Iam! I'm——" F Harold Stanley was not listening. He had caught a-queer look in Feltz’s crafty eyes, as the plato fell. He glanced keenly at the now mask- like visage of the servant, then at the fragments of the broken plate on_ the floor, then at the loudly apologetic Par- ish. spattered “Tm @ Florence, watching her lover, saw a light of sudden knowledge and under- standing flash across hin face. His was the expression of @ man 4 who has all at once triumphantly solved a baffling problem. (To be continued.) pe © The Seventh Episode of THE CRIMSON STAIN. MYSTERY - | Will Be Published MARINERS’ PASTOR DIES. “The Rey. Samuel Boult, for twenty- eight years pastor of the Mariners’ Church, No, 166 leventh Avenue, died yesterday in his sixty-ninth year, in hia home, No, 1637 East Nineteenth Street, Brooklyn, Mr. Boult, himself @ sailor, until one {night he entered MM. Church to i that for themselves, but the child j the mother's watchfulness, Genul, 219, 221, 228, 225, 227 Grand Street Cor. 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