6 I LOVE YOU, DEAR. A scent of violets in the air, And singing birds. And beauty new-born, fresh and fair. Too dear for words; A little maid with tlural crown On hair of gold, And blushing checks where lies the kiss Of lover bold. Whose boyish lips a story tell Into her ear. As, bending low, he whispers soft: "1 love you, dear." The breath of roses in the air. And lilacs sw< j et, A sunny sky of azure blue, The morn doth greet; A maiden crowned with womanhood, And robed in white, With smiling lips, and in her eyes A tender light. Before the altar proudly stands. And answers clear The one who whispers soft and low: "I love you, dear." A whirl of snowflakes In the air, A cold, gray sky Where scudding clouds and wintry winds Go sweeping by; A woman with a crown of years On silvered hair, And faded cheek, where youth's fair bloom Once lingered there. Beside the liearthsome knits and rocks, While someone near Bends low his whitened head and says: "I love you, dear." —lnez May Felt, In Boston Transcript. . THE STURGIS WAGER 112 $ A DETECTIVE STORY. jr , £ 5 By EDGAR MORETTE. 4 j(f Copyright, 1599, by Frnderick A. Stokes Co. 5 CHAPTER XIX. — CONTINUED. "That will do," observed Sturgis, presently; "the old woman is coming as fust as she can." "What old woman?" asked the de tect ive. "I don't know. Perhaps I ought to have said an old woman. I hear her hobbling 011 the stairs." The detective placed his ear to the keyhole. After listening attentively, lie turned to the reporter with an in credulous smile. "Well, Mr. Sturgis," said lie, "if you can hear anything in there, your ears are sharper than mine. That's all I can say." "She is 011 the second flight," replied the reporter, quietly. "Now she is in the second-story hull—and now you •can surely hear her coming down the last flight." I'.y this time, sure enough, the sound of footsteps began to be audible to the other three men; and presently the door opened and disclosed the scared •face of an old Irish woman. "And pliwat might yez be wantin,' .gintleinin, to be after searin' an ould woman most to death wid yer ring in".'" she asked, somewhat aggressive ly, "We want to see Mr. Chatham," re plied one of the detectives. "Mister who, is it?" "Thomas Chatham. Showmethe way to his room. I'll go right up, and my friends will wait for me here." "Mister Tliomuz Chathum, is it?" said the old woman; "well, j-e've come to the wrong house to see him, I do be thinkin', fer he don't live here." "Come, that won't do," said the de tective, sharply; "we belong to the po lice, and we saw Chatham enter this house." At the mention of the police, the old hag's parchment face became a shade yellower and her eyes glistened. "Sure, thin, if he do be hidin' here, It's mcsilf as 'ud know it," she said, after a short interval; "but yez can foind 'um, if yez loike; yez can foind "uin." Whereupon she turned and hobbled t>ff leaving the intruders to their own resources. They found themselves in a narrow hallway. On the right was a rickety staircase leading to business offices in the upper part of the building; on the left, a door opening into the office of tlie Manhattan Chemical company, and at the end of the hall another door, marked: • • I PRIVATE OFFICE. ! 4 NO ADMITTANCE. : <# • One of the detectives tried this door -and found it locked. Whereupon he ,placed his shoulder to it and prepared to force it in. "Wait a minute," said Sturgis; "let me see if I cannot open it." The detective stepped aside with a quizzical expression upon his face. "I guess j ou will find it pretty solid for your weight," said he. The reporter took from his pocket a piece of bent wire, and, with a few dexterous turns of the wrist, he shot the bolt of the lock. "You would make an expert cracks man," said tlie detective. "I didn't know you possessed that accomplish ment. iu. addition to all your other ■ones." The four men entered the private ■office. The room was quite dark, the shutters being closed and the blinds drawn. As their eyes became accus tomed to the obscurity they were able to distinguish the outlines of a desk, a table, and a few chairs. Sturgis went iit once 10 a door in the corner. With the aid of his skel eton key lie had soon thrown this open. After peering for an instant into the darkness, lie took from his pocket a candle, which he lighted. Then, beckoning to his companions, he started cautiously to descend. The other men followed him and soon found themselves in the cellar, which they proceeded to search. On the street side there was a recess extending for a few feet under the nra in front of the house. The open ing above was covered by an iron grat ing, over which was a wooden cover securely fastened 011 tlie inside bv a chain and padlock. A number of car boys were carefully piled along the east wall to wltliin a few fiet from the rear of the building', Ileie, in the northeast corner, rose narro.v shelv ing, on which were arranged a collec tion of bottles containing a \aried as sortment of chemicals. The detect ives searched the cellar. "Our man is not here, at aiy rate," said the leader, when at last lc had re turned to the foot of the stars; "per haps he'll try to give us the slip by way of the roof. Come along, Jim; let's go upstairs now. Ilello! what are you doing there, Mr. Sturgis? Think you'll find him in one of those jottles?" The reporter appeared to lie closely inspecting the chemicals on the nar row shelves. "Who knows?" lie replied, coolly, continuing his examination. The detective bit his lip and looked the unpleasant things he thought it best not to say. "Well, Jim and I will take a look upstairs while you are busy here."" And the two men went up the dark stairway, Sprague remaining behind with the reporter. "None so blind as those that won't see," said the latter, sententiouslv. At the same time he placed his hand upon one of the shelves and gave it a lateral push. It responded slightly, and the entire shelving, with the door which it concealed, opened outward. "I thought so," continued the re porter; "this looks as if it might lead somewhere. Will you come, Sprague?" "Ilow did you find the combination so quickly?" asked the artist, prepar ing to follow his friend. "It is not. a combination—only a concealed bolt. Our friends of the de tective force might have discovered it themselves if they had take* the trou ble. The first thing I noticed was that a truck had recently been wheeled through the cellar in the direction of this door, from under the grating on the street side. And this truck was not here; neither was a large case which we know was delivered here to day. The trail extended clear up to the wall below the shelving; and yet no truck, even unloaded, could pass below t hat lowest shelf. The conclusion was evident. I sounded the back of the shelving and found tjiat it covered an opening of some kind. After that, all that remained was to notice that one of the shelves was slightly soiled in just one spot, as though by the re peated contact of a hand. From this,l urgued that the bolt must be attached to this board. And it was. That is all." As he spoke, the reporter entered a dark and narrow passage. "Don't shut the door," said lie to his companion, who followed him. At that moment, however, the artist stumbled; and, instinctively holding out his hands to save himself from fall ing, he released his hold of the door, which closed with a slam. "That is unfortunate," said Sturgis; "we may have to lose some time in learning how to wo.rk the bolt from this side. Hold on; it will be prudent to keep open a line of retreat, in case of unforeseen emergencies. Hello! we are in luck. Nothing concealed on this side; the bolt in plain sight; works easily. All's well. Then let us goon; unless I am greatly mistaken, we shall find another exit on the other side." After following the underground passage for some distance the men climbed some steps and' reached a square chamber, on one side of which rose a stairway leading to a door above. The room was surmounted by a skylight, which was wide open, admit ting a dr lit of cold air from the outside. Sturgis set down his lighted candle and proceeded to examine his sur roundings. In the middle of the room stood a truck, upon which lay a long pine box. A table and a chair consti tuted the only furniture of the place. At one side there was a long, low, lead-lined tank, filled to the depth of about two feet with a dark viscous liquid. Near it lay a few empty car boys. In the floor there was what seemed to be a hot-air register, of large size and of peculiar construction. The walls were bare, unbroken, save by the projection of the mouthpiece of a speaking tube, and by a set of shelves filled with flasks, crucibles, alembics and the other paraphernalia of a chem ist's laboratory. After the reporter had finished re connoitering he sat down upon the long box in deep thought. Sprague ob served him with silent curiosity for awhile, and then, with growing impa tience: "I say, old man,"he ventured l at last to ask, "did you bring me here, armed to the teeth, to see you go off into a trance?" Sturgis started like a man suddenly awakened from a deep sleep. "Eh? What? Oh, yes —those confi dences. Well, you start in with yours. I am trying to find the denouement of my story. I feel that it is just within my grasp; and yet I cannot seem to see it yet. liut I can listen to you while I am thinking. Goon." "1 have not any story to tell," said Sprague, somewhat offended itr his friend's apparent indifference to what he had to say. "Oh, yes, you have," retorted Stur gis, with a conciliatory smile; "you said you had news to tell me. Well, tell away. 1 am listening most respectful ly, in spite of my apparent absorp tion." "What a strange fellow you are, Stur gis," laughed Sprague, good-naturedly. "All 1 wanted to tell you—and you are the first to hear of it—is the, to me, rather important fact that 1 am en gaged to be married." "You are?" exclaimed Sturgis, with genuine pleasure. "I congratulate you, old fellow, from the bottom of my heart." He seized the artist's hand and shook it in his hearty grasp. "To the original of tlie picture you wanted to show me yesterday?" he asked. "Yes." CAMERON COUNTY PRESS, THURSDAY, OCTOBER 25, 1900. "Then she was not betrothed' to the other fellow, after all?" "No; that seems to have been a mis take." "1 am glad of that, very glad," said the reporter. "By the way, you have not yet told me the young lad'y's name." "1 thought I had mentioned it yes terday morning. Didn't i? No? My fiancee is Miss Murdock." At the sound of this name Stu'gis started visibly, and a shadow crossed his features. "Miss Murdock?" he echoed. "Yes," said Sprague. "What is it? You do not seem pleased." Then, as a sudden thought strack him: "I hope I am not treading on yaur toes, old fellow," lie said 1 , putting his hand gently upon his friend's shoul der and trying to read his thought in his clear gray eyes. "But how abstrd! Of course you cannot be a rival for Miss Murdoch's affections, since v ou do not even know her —" "No," laughed Sturgis, regaining his composure, "I am not your rival. As to the other point, while I can hardly claim an acquaintance with the yomg lady, I think I saw her not more tian a couple of hours ago." "A couple of hours ago!" exclaimed Sprague; "why, 1 was with her myself then." "I know that now, although I vas not aware of it at th(Ltime." "What, were you at the Murdocks' at the same time as 1 was?" asked Sprague, surprised. "I had just come from there when I met you. I was in Murdock's stidy while you were—er —busy in the par lor." "In Murdoch's study? How I>ng were you there?" "About half an hour, I should judje," replied Sturgis, "and perhaps 15 min utes more in the hall, while Murdock was engaged." "I suppose Chatham was still v ith him?" mused Sprague. Sturgis started at the name. "Chatham!" lie ejaculated; "what do you know about Chatham?" "What, are you interested in Chat ham?" asked the artist, curiously. "I know very little about him, only that he is one of my disappointed rivals." And he thereupon related to the re porter what he knew of Chatham's suit. Sturgis listened with deep attention toliis friend's narrative, and ruminated in silence long after the artist had ceased speaking. At last he started up with a sudden exclamation, and, walking over to the BEGAN TO SEETHE AND BOIL. side of the tank, he looked into the depths of its oily contents, as if fas cinated by some horrible thing he saw there. Sprague came and stood beside him and gazed. curiouslj' into the viscous liquid. There was nothing there that he could see. "What is it?" he asked. Without replying, Sturgis took from his pocket a bone-handled knife and carefully dipped one end of the handle into the fluid in the leaden tank. At once the liquid began to seethe and boil, giving out dark, pungent fumes. "I thought so," muttered the re porter, under his breath; "that man is truly a genius—the genius of evil." "Who?" asked Sprague. Sturgis made no reply. IT is eyes were wandering about the room, as if in search of something. "Hand me a couple of those long glass tubes from that shelf yonder," he said, earnestly. The art ist complied with the roquest. Dipping these tubes into the oily liquid, Sturgis, after considerable difli culty, managed to seize with them a small dark object which lay at the bot tom of the tank. With infinite precau tion he brought it to the surface. It had the appearance of a liattened lead en bullet. "What is it?" inquired Sprague. "Sit down," answered Sturgis, in a low, tense voice. "I have just found the last link which completes my chain of evidence; I am now prepared to tell you such a story as you will scarcely credit, even with the absolute proofs before your eyes." CHAPTER XX. THE LEAD-LINED VAT. Sprague seated himself upon the long pine box; and Sturgis, dropping into the only chair, began liis narrative. As he talked, he carelessly whittled the. cover of the wooden box with the knife which he still held in his hand, lie began with an account of his in vestigation at the Knickerbocker bank, and explained the result of his observa tions and inferences down to the time of his visit to Murdock's house, omit ting, however, to mention any of the names of the actors in the reconstruct ed drama. "So you see," he concluded, "we have established the identity of the body in the cab, and of the young man who disappeared after the cab was upset. But one of the most salient features of the case, from the start, was the fact that neither of these two men had derived much, if any, pecuniary profit from his crime. The bookkeep er, as we have seen, was a mere cat's paw in the control of the accountant, and his posthumous confession ha* given us the explanation of the power exerted over him by his accomplice. It was not so easy to establish the motive which controlled the actions of the accountant, who was himself only a tool in the bonds of a higher intelli gence. The deus ex machina of this crime is a man of genius who has hardly appeared upon the scene at all, but whose traces I have found at every turn. He was the brains of the whole scheme; the other men in his hands were mere puppets. Through the ac countant. this master spirit managed the bookkeeper; and the accountant himself was controlled by him more directly, but no less surely. If he held the former through his fear of expo sure and consequent ruin, he influenced the latter through even more potent motives. lie is the father of a beauti ful girl, whom he did not scruple to use as a decoy. The price agreed upon for the accountant's assistance was the hand of this daughter, for whom the young man had doubtless conceived a passionate love. Whether or not the leader would have had the power to carry out his part of the contract mut ters little; for it is highly probable that he never had the slightest intention of so doing. He evidently realized very early in the game that the bookkeeper could not long escape the clutches of the law. But as he had taken every precaution to prevent bim from know ing anything of his very existence, the fate of the unfortunate bookkeeper would have mattered little to this heartless villain, had not the probabil ity remained that, when brought to bay, the bookkeeper would denounce the accountant's connection with the crime. This would have been extreme ly awkward, since the accountant was very likely in possession of some dan gerous secrets. The safest way out of the difficulty was to quietly suppress the now useless bookkeeper. This plan was decided upon, and would doubt less have been carried into execution, had not fate otherwise decreed. After the bookkeeper's death, under the circum stances which 1 have related.it became quite probable that the accountant's connection with the case would be dis covered; for luck had been against him from the start, and he became more and more entangled in the chain of circumstantial evidence of whose existence his leader was soon fully aware, in the first place, the account ant was wounded; and thus not only partially disabled, but also—what is far worse—conspicuously marked. A man who carries his arm in a sling can hardly fail to attract attention, espe cially when this distinguishing mark is accompanied by another equally glaring one in the form of a head of brilliant red hair—" "Hold on, Sturgis!" interrupted Sprague, who had been listening with growing interest; "don't you know the accountant's name?" "Yes," replied the reporter; "his name is Thomas Chatham." "Thomas Chatham!" exclaimed Sprague, as the image of the miserable young man came to his mind. "Yes," replied Sturgis, answering his thought, "the man you met only a few hours ago." [To Be Continued.] . LEGEND OF THE TOPAZ. Pretty Story of the Hentoratlon of a 111 i nil Klll pe ro r'« MR lit by a Snake. The topaz is called the stone of grat itude, and the old Roman books record the following legend fronn which the stone derives its attribute, says the Philadelphia Press: "The blind Emperor Theodosius used to hang a brazen gong before his pal ace gates and l sit beside them on cer tain days, hearing and putting to right the grievances of any of his subjects. Those who wished' for his advice and help had but to sound the gong, and im mediately admission into the presence of Caesar was obtained. "One day a great snake crept up to the gate and struck the brazen gong with her coils, and Theodosius gave or ders that no one should molest the creature, and bade her tell him her wish. The snake bent her headi in hom age and straightway told the following tale: "Her nest was at the base of the gate way tower, and while she had gone to find food for her young brood a strange beast covered with sharp need les had invaded her home, killing the nestlings and now lieldi possession of her little dwelling. Would Caesar grant her justice? "The emperor gave orders for the por cupine to be slain and the mother to be restored to her desolate nest. Night fell, and the sleeping world had forgot ten the emperor's kindly deed, but with the early dawn a great serpent glided into the palace, up the steps into the royal chamber and laid upon each of the emperor's closed eyelidis a gleam ing topaz. When Emperor Theodosius awoke he found he was no longer blind, for the mother snake had, paid her debt of gratitudle." Merely Itrnilnljicent. "Mr. Bash, how long have you been coming to see me?" "About six years, Miss Julie. Why?" "Nothing, only 1 had a little f.rgu ment with mamma about it this morn ing. She thought it was seven or eight. Isn't it a beautiful evening?"— Chicago Tribune. I.lKl't Enongh. Tramp—Kind iady, have yer any light employment yer kin give a pore man? Lady—Well, you might clean the lamps and wash the windows.—N. Y Journal. BOOT LIKES CORBIN. An Official Friendship That Is the Talk of Washington. Secretary of \\ i» r nml Adjutant (Jen crnl of the Army Spend Mneli of Tlielr Time In Tukiny EqueHlriun Exert'iae. Since Elihu lioot came to Washing ton as secretary of war, 14 monthsago, he has acquired the habit of an in veterate equestrian, although he had probably not ridden on horseback more than 10IJ miles altogether in the other 64 years of his life. It is seldom that a man of his age develops such en thusiasm for an exacting form of ex ercise when seductive golf links are on every hand, and its only satisfying explanation involves 1 he great fancy he has evidently taken to Adjt. Gen. Cor bin, who has been his preceptor in military as well as in other mysteries of Washington life. No more notable exhibition of intimacy between pub lic men at the national capital is re called in recent years than that popu larly referred to as the "conspicuous hobnobbishness of lioot and Corbin," upon whom about equally the presi dent is supposed to depend for the con duct of that department which has practically become the most important and powerful of the government's great establishments. The ollices of the two men, consti tuting part of a suite, are separated by a single door that swings almost constantly, while the headquarters of all other army officers are scattered along other floors of the big building devoted exclusively to fighting and for eign affairs, those of the general com manding being situated at the extreme distant limit of the structure. This neighborliness is undoubtedly as the secretary would now wish to have it, although it was none of his making, for he found the arrangement when he came just as it had been under half a dozen of his predecessors. The duties of the civilian director of the war of- TWO OFFICIAL FRIENDS. (Secretary Root and Gen. Corbin After ■ Ride to Mount Vernon.) fice, as it is still officially designated upon its great seal, and of its real mil itary head are closely complementary and interdependent; and, their busi ness hours being sharply synchronous, nothing is more natural than that the period and pursuits of leisure of these two men should be strictly coincident. Every evening between six o'clock and eight, and frequently in the early morning hours, before officialdom is awake, the clattering canter of two fine horses which bear him and his chief of staff is heard in one part of the district and nearby states or another, and on half holidays or dull days, and sometimes on Sundays, very distant points are reached. Virginia battlefields are vis ited and the surrounding country be yond the sight of the tall marble shaft of the Washington monument is thor oughly explored. During these long journeys, often ex ceeding 40 miles from start to finish, perplexing problems of policy and ad ministration are solved under con genial influences, with utter disregard of the exasperating red tape tangles fastened upon the army through long inaction and congressional apathy. With clear heads from the exhilaration of purer atmosphere than ever pene trates the war department building, the two men are often credited with reaching conclusions of inestimable value to the president —conclusions deeply affecting the domestic and in ternational relations of the republic and the welfare of the people. The picture reproduced from the New York Tribune was taken at Mount Vernon, the home of Washington, where Secretary Koot and Gen. Corbin spent an hour or two to rest their horses during a 46-mile ride one day last month. White Dove DoteK oil Mn*lo. A Newton (Mass.) young lady saw a peculiar feature in a church in a Maine town which she visited last summer. Hearing the cooing of a dove she looked around and saw a white dove perched on the organ and listening to the music with great appreciation. She learned afterward that the dove had been a regular attendant at church for eight or ten years, being attracted by the music, of which it was very fond. It was 12 years old and was the pet of a lady who lived near. After church the dove was taken to the Sunday school class by a boy and seemed to enjoy r the proceedings. Unlike many church goers the weather made no difference to the dove, but every Sunday, summer and winter, he was at his post on the organ. Til I>l old Cnfe til I'nrlN. A restaurant for concentrated food is to be started in Paris by an en terprising French chef. The happy u.iier will enjoy a menu of tabloids. From the nors d'oeuvres to dessert his entire meal will be presented to hiix* in a few square inches. HELP FOR WOMEN WHO AKE ALWAYS TIRED. " I do not feel very well, I am so tired all the time. Ido not know wha& is the matter with me." You hear these words every day; as often as you meet your friends just so often are these words repeated. More than likely you speak the same signifi cant words yourself, and no doubt yott do feel far from well most of the time. 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