The evening world. Newspaper, October 28, 1918, Page 13

= ‘ | ere conditions are necessary in order to attain and maintain per- Sy tf a i } } | How an Old Man’s Haunting Fears Seemed to Forecast Strange (Copsright, Doubleday, Page & Co.) HB night of his grandfather's mysterious death at the Cedars, Bobby Blackburn was, at least until midnight, in New York, He was held there by the unhealthy habits and companionships which recently had angered his grandfather to the point of threatening @ disciplinary change in his will, As a consequence he drifted into that strange adventure which later was to surround him with dark shadows and overwhelming doubts However, it 49 better to know what happened at the Cedars, where his ne Perrine, was, except for the servants, alone with old Silas cousin, Kathe Blackburn, ‘At twenty Katherine was too young, too Hght-hearted for this care of had persisted as an antidote for Bobby's shortcom- ny with the mouldy house or its surround. t her uncle in which she ne Was never in ings, bleak, deserted, unfriendly to conte! Bobby and she had frequently urge harm the old-man to give it up, to move her brain tho shuffling, searching into the light. Ile had always tread of her uncle. Its ation about ed angrily that his ancestors 11 o'clock increased her uneasiness, the Reve 1 been good He had been so afraid! dy the thing he the Suppose al- had feared had enough for t good enough for riaken him? She listened intently. him. So tha t Katherine had to n then she seemed to sense the hear alone t tit f death ndless footsteps of disaster stray- gn the house, She told ito B in the decayed house, and search- the next day—what happened, ing, too, emotions, the impression made A’ morbid desire to satisfy herself by the people who came when it W@8 that her uncle's silence meant noth- 400: 1a ive Silas Blackburn ing evil drove her upstairs. She stood t ‘ then, that the old man had jn the square main hall at the head of behaved oddly for several days, 48 If tho stairs, listening, Her uncle's bed- he were iid, ‘That night he ate room door lay straight ahead. To ber practically no dinner, He couldn't right and left narrow corridors led to Keep still. He wandered from room to the wings. Her room and Bobby's and a spare room were in the right-hand wing © opposite corridor was scl- dom used, for the left-hand wing was worries you the oldest portion of the house, and in the march of years too many legends t ut had gathered about it, The large bed- nt the library and t here with its private hall to read, but Ate fall Wind sw narrow, inclosed stair- ps A e house and beat « to the brary. Origi- a y, ca the fire t a it had been the custom for the C shadow s (© head of the family to that room w Its ancient furniture still faded within s Blackburn shuff stained walls, For many years no one und she was a had slept in it, because it had shel tered too much suffering, because it ud witnessed the reluctant spiritual departure of too many Blackburns. shrank a e from the the corridor, but on the door to call when a si bi ance ¢ her anxiety centr much that ni " co tarily reassured a yol0s ed and her uncie raneke of wore an untidy Eapataes He spoke Of Grossmg-gown. His hair was disor ‘] erage ort dered. His face appeared grayer and Bobby! Confounded waster!’ | more haggard than it had downstatrs, “He's young, nele Silas, A lighted candie shook in his rigut popular.” hand. Polie brushed aside her customary de> PN ae are yon doing up here, fense, As he continued speaking 866 yearyor he quavered noticed that alwa She broke down before the picture @s his fingers sh of his increased fear, He shuffled shoulders jerked spa: closer With an unexpectec ° “What you crying for, Katy?” started for the door as She controlled herself. She begged Unc You him fer an answer to her doubts, must 8 you You make me afraid.” afraid scornfully. He laugh i! What you got to be afraid b of ® 1 afraid because you are," she ¢ ed, “You've got to tell me. I'm 1 wlone, 1 can't stand it, What x are you afraid of?" A He didn't answer, He shuffled on Rough Towel Exercises | For Cool Fall Mornings | urlong By Pauline F How to Correct Stoop Shoulders. The Press Publish) The Now York Evening World), fect health. They are fresh air, sunshine, wholesome foods in proper 8, deep breathing, cleanliness inside and outside of the body, and correct carriage. No one can breathe properly with round shoulders and crooked spine, and, as deep breath. | ing of pure air is so essential to the body, everything | possible should be done to bring about erect shoulders and high chest. Per! y I think it 1s a great mistake to wear| braces, tight corsets and mechanical devices to he!p | straighten the spine and strengthen the back, be. | cause in dotag go the natural movements of the muscles are restrained and this prevents the muscles in shoulders and spine from developing. All muscles must be kept active and elastic, otherwise they will become stiff and gradually deteriorate, ‘There- fore it is easily understood that a few minutes’ daily practice of some physical exercise will keep the muscles supple nature intended, A very good exercise for correcting incorrect posture and stoop shoulders may be practiced with a towel a few minutes after your bat I have illustrated it with to-day's article. First stand with deels together, arms stretched at right angles and full length from the body, hands firmly grasping the towel at its ends as shown at left, Bring the arms and shoulders out full length at the sides and pull on tae ends of towel as though trying to tear it apart, (Figure two.) Inhale a deep breath when | the arms are in front of the body, and gradually exhale as the shoulders | and arms come back. Practice this in a room wita an open window. But flo not stand in a draught, | y= any longer. She no ls “And you don't think they'd look e ABANDONED ROOM HOME PAGE | Monday, October 28, 1918 ‘ Uy iT i Wadsworth Camp iin power to sleep! While her fear grew ake called on return to her room and her pride to let her acommplish that brief, abhorrent journey, She entered the ‘corridor, She ran its length Bhe knocked at the locked door of the old bedroom, Sha shrank as tho echoes rajtied from the dingy walls where her flections nee of a Ip made brilliant ligt ed Uncle Silas! Uncle silas She fled into the main h She Jorked at the bell rope, The contact steadied ber, stimulated ber to rea gon, One siender hope remained. The cand . for help, She acream- i and down tho Perhaps he slept on the lounge in the Nbrary, She stumbled down, hoping to meet Jenkins, She erossed the hall and tho dining room and entered the Mbrary, She bent over the lounge It was empty. Her candle was r flected in tho face of th the mantel. Its hands pointed to ust tw pulled at the bell cord by tho firep! Why didn't the butler come? Alone she couldn't climb the wed staircase to try the other It seemed impossible to hor that she should wait another instant alono—— The butler, as old and as gray as Silas Ho started What's the mat- © death.” she sald, indicated the door of the en- closed staircase, She led the way with the candle, The panelled, nar- row hall was empty. That door, too, was locked and the key, she knew, must be on the inside Who—who Is it?" Jenkins asked. “Who w i be in that room? Has Mr. Hobby come back Sho descended to the answering library before put the candle down hands, she ed, Je — ve “UNCLE! YOU MUST TELL ME! WHAT MAKES YOU 80 AFRAID TO-NIGHT?” Dee Use seer “Not Mr, Silas?” toward the disused wieg. Her hand for you there, What {s it? Tell me sage to slip across the court. The “Uncle!” “We have to break fn," whe sald tightened on the baniste what it is, Why don’t you send for moon had ceased struggling, Tho The wind mocked her with a xhiver, "Get a ‘hammer, a “Where are you going?” she whis- one—a man?” wind cried, ‘The baying of a dog — “It ix nothing,” she told herself chisel, whatever Js necessary.” pered, me alon he mumbled. echoed mournfully from a great dis- “nothing.” “Rut if there’ ything wrong,” He turned at the entrance to the ou to be worried about, tance, It was Uke a remote alarm ‘The dark empty corridors at first butler objected, “it anybody corridor, (hd bell which vibrates too perfectly, barrier, bu ® been there, the other door must bi “ the old bedroom.” is,” she cried. “Yes, whose resonance is too prolonged. rs and her - open.” aie anced ihyatarios She sat upright, She sprang from ing-gown she strengthened her cou Nhe shook her head, ‘Those two n't sleep there. ‘The ,,He paid no attention to her fright. the bed and, her heart beating in- age, ‘There wax a bell rope in the first of all faced that extraordinary bea ianie even mada He entered the corridor, She heard sufferably, felt her way to the win- upper hall. She might get Jonkins. puzzle, IMow had the murderer en- ee : him shuffling between its narrow dow. From the wing opposite the When stood in the main hall tered and left the room with both p lowered b's voice to @ hoarse walls, She saw his candle disap; message had come—a soft, shrouded she hesi It would probably be doors locked on the inside, with the ri in its gloomy reaches, sound, another long-drawn sigh. @ long ti provided ho heard at windows too high for use? ‘Thoy “Don't y« wention I've gone there. She ran to her own bedroom and She tried to call across the court. all, before Jenkins could answer hor. went to the upper atory. She urged If you want to know, Tam afraid. locked the door, and presently she At first no response came from her Her candle outlined the entrance to the butler into the sombre corridor, I'm afraid to sleep in my own room went to bed—and to sleep. tight throat, When it did at }: the musty corridor, Just @ few rua- = “We have to know,” she whisper She slept for only a little while, Then she lay awake, listening with a growing expectancy for some mes- her voice was unfamiliar In her own ears, the volee of one who know but shrinks from asking. ning steps down there, a quick rap to at the door, and, perhi stant her uncle's voice, happened doors.” still vibrated to the feeling of beyond thom in an in- u nfortable forces in the old house. Jenkins, she naw, responded to the same superstitious ‘misgivings. Caprright, 1) He inserted the chisel with maladrott (Mee Nae Se hands. He forced the lock back and opened the door Dust arose from the long-disused room, yellow candle flame. on the threshold. They forced theme f selves to enter. ‘Then they if at cach other and smiled with 7 for $ Blackburn, in hie i gown, lay on the bed, his placid, ume marked face ned, as if sleeping “Why, mi nkins gasped, with confidence Katherine walked to the bed. “Uncle Silas" —— she began, and touched his hand. h ail Sho drew back until the wall eups ported ber, Jenkins must have rea@ everything in her face, for he whimp> ered: “Hut he looks all right, He amis j-alrendy! It 1 dada’t tou i - The horror of the thing descended upon her, stifling thought, Automm@- tically she left the room and told Jonkins what to di After he had telephoned police dquartora in the At and had summoned Does m, a country physician, she « sat without words, huddled over the Nbrary fire, CHAPTER It. HF detective, a competent mam named Howells, and Doctor . Groom, arrived at about same time, ‘The cciectve mada Katherine accompany them upstairs! while he questioned her, In the @Be, senco of the coroner he wouldn't let the doctor touch the body. “I must repair this lock,” he sala, “the first thing, 8o nothing cam sad disturbed, Doctor Groom, a grim and Gai man, had grown silont on enteriait the room, For a jong time he ei at the body in the candle light, 1 us much of an examination ho could, evidently, without ph; contact county t “Why did he ever come here to sleop?” he asked in his rumbling dass voice, “Nasty room! Unel healthy room! Ten to one you're a? formality, policeman, Coroner's @ fore muatlity.” oo He red a ittle, “I daresay he died what the hard. hoaded world will call a nate death, Wonder what the coroner say.” ‘ he detective didn't answer, shot rapid, uneasy glances about room in which a single candle bi After a time he sald with an of mplete conviction: + Phat man was murdered.” sag Perhaps the doctor's significa words, added to her earller dread the abnormal, made Katherine ream in the detective’s manner an apprest! hension of conditions unfamiliar the routine of his profession, . glances were restless, too, She a feeling t from the shadi corners of the faded, musty room dmea visible faces mocked the man’s stubs.) bornness, (To Be Continued.) OH, PSHAW! IT'S TIN® 1% GET uP | IT'S EIGHT 0,CLOck OH, | WISH ARS JOHN, ' CouLd Steep LONGER! | HATE ET UP JOHN [IT's To Gerupl GHT O,CLOCK | : EAKFAST Wiit = READY SOON A sy fl] St AN f; By Mildred j i. 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