• 1 J _ 1 A story of Mystery, Love and Adventure, 1 I 0F .. jl Ct 4% I iSwß' n which thrill and a blind detective and a beautiful girl solve a great murder plot. fascination. Ago. terrible age; a hun-I fired years, or just as well two hun- 1 dred. was defected In the network of | deep-graven lines, woven, interwoven. ; crisscrossed with their thousand in tricacies in the chin, the forehead, ; the hollowed cheeks. Xone of the softness of age was there; only the j coldness, the bleakness of life's winter. iEven the eyes, coal-black under the ™ white brows, seemed to glitter with the coldness of black polar ice. The i specter of age bad stalked into the | realms of youth, frivolity, devil-may- j ca re. The moment of hush became a low- | voiced murmur as she helped guide the man. with her arm through his arm. down the aisle of tables. "Silver sandals! See the silver san- ; dais!" were the words that made the murmur as the diners caught flashes of them when her feot moved under j the satin dress hem. They weren't of j silvered leather; that was seen imme diately. They were of the metal, bur- | nished, with straps of finely meshed I links. The woman paid absolutely no at tention to the overt watching; she | seemed unaware that any one else was j near. She walked as a queen would j have walked between rows of curtsy ing women and bowing courtiers, ac- ; cepting the attention she attracted as a queen would have accepted her hom- j age, unheeding, uncaring. After the j first instant, the diners did not even see the man whose automatonlike ' w-alk seemed only possible with the j aid of the holding arms. The woman held all eyes: she was the whole pic- , ture. A waiting captain, with the acumen ! of his kind, felt the chilling of the newcomers, and resented it; [ just as he resented anything that j would detract from the life and gay- [ ety of the after-theater crowd in the | restaurant. He knew, too. that the I man and woman were not of the type 1 his men were in the habit of serving, j And the waiter who helped the man ' was doing an unheard-of thing! His business was to serve food and win. How he had happened to be at the entrance of the diningroom to offer his help was something the waiting, captain was going to find out. There ; was a scowl, just a slight, apologetic i scowl, on his face as he approached. He opened his lips to speak. The j woman's eyes met his, and the apolo getic smile went instantly. Servility, humbleness covered the waiting cap- : tain like a cloak. There had been no I words because there had been no need j of them. The cold eyes had com- i manded. "Madame wishes a table?" He back ed before her. "It has been reserved." The heavy, j gutturaled words came from the man with almost uncanny effect, for there was no motion of the head, and the thick bc-ard hid from sight any move ment there might be of lips. " "Ah, your pardon!" The head waiter apologized humbly with his lips and back; but there was a strange i expression in his eyes as they darted toward the waiter, whose arm sup ported the bearded man. "Mr. Carl took care of the reserva tion." explained the waiter simply. The waiting captain's eyes cleared. ' The manager had attended to it per sonally. The woman of the queer costume and the man in whose limbs was paralysis were evidently persons ! of importance. Their table' must be one of those attended to by the waiter ,' ®who had been ordered to assist tfte in- ' *-alid. The captain backed rapidly. I stil! bowing, still under the spell of •those cold eyes that had never glanc ed in his direction but for that single instant. Though the man had spoken i the waiting captain realized, as did every one else who saw, that it was the woman who was to be obeved—to ! be honored with attention. He pulled back a chair at the one empty table of the two the waiter' served. Carefully, gently, the servant and the woman helped the man seat himself. The woman's hand on her escort s elbow rested his arm on the > hapery with a gentle, caressing mo- ! tion. There was affection in that sim ple thing, and for an instant the wrinkled face seemed to contort with some inner emotion; but so quick was the transition, that not even the waiter who held the other arm as the man's hand touched an empty wineglass ap peared to notice it. Then the woman: took the chair at the other side of the table. Again the man spoke, with that curious lack of movement: "You have our order. Attend to it. We are on this earth but a little while. We come. We go. Wraiths in a dream w-e live. The end of one dream is but ! the beginning of another." The heavy voice that came from the thick beard was pitched so low that it was but a wordless rumble a few feet away, yet the girl who sat at the next table, alone, seemed to hear. A shudder shook her slim body. The hand that held her wineglass trembled ! so that a few drops of the straw-col ored liquid spilled on the cloth The eyes of the silver-sandaled woman turned to meet those of the girl. The GIRL COULD NOT WORK How She Was Relieved from Pain by Lydia E. Pinkham's Vegetable Compound. Taunton, Mass.—" I had pains in both sides and when my periods came I had U1 illlliiiiii'lllllniiinlll t0 sta >' at home IllillMsMWlllll from work and suf- UjjMHfllMy I fer a long time. 'V'W j One day a woman came to our house * a n asked my Wml erec * ever y month M and she said, ' Why mm, don't you buy a a ? bottle of Lydia E. rink ham's Vegetable Compound? ' My mother bought it and the next month I was so well that I worked all the month without staying at home a day. lam in good health now and have told lots of girls about it."—Miss CLARICE MORIN, 22 Russell Street, Taunton, Mass. Thousands of girls suffer in silence every month rather than consult a phy sician. If girls who are troubled with painful or irregular periods, backache, headache, dragging-down sensations, fainting spells or indigestion would take Lydia E. Pinkham's Vegetable Com pound, a safe and pure remedy made from roots and herbs, much suffering might be avoided. Write to Lydia E. Pinkham Medicine Co., Lynn, Mass. (confidential) for free advice which Will prove helpful. v MONDAY EVENING, [t'oiitinucHl From First Pago] I coal-black eyes seemed to soften as I they rested on the beautiful face, with : its full, red-curved lips and pink, health-tinted cheeks that were frani •ed in great waves of burnished gold hair, dressed low over her ears. Then the coal-black eyes went hard again; ; j the lines around the withered lips ' tightened as the teeth clamped to gether behind them. The captain hovered over the table, fearful lest these favored guests ; should find something wrong. The I woman glanced at him once more; he ! bowed, and hurried away, obeying the unvoiced command as though it had ; been spoken. Something in that look j had told him that he was not wanted: ;he understood without knowing why he understood. The girl's hand shook as she lifted her giass to take a sip of wine. But she did not look toward the other , j table. She, too, had obeyed the un- j spoken command. The other diners, more blase, prob ably, or more typically New Yorkers, stared frankly at the strange couple.! i The woman sat straight in her chair, ; unmoving, finger tips touching the I table edge. The man's left hand still i rested, palm down, on the cloth, where , the woman's hand had left it. The ! fingers of his other hand, relaxed, j were aj-ound the stem of his wineglass. His gaze never left the woman's face; , . his stare was unblinking, uncanny; 1 j his eyes were bright. The murmur of comment still went | the rounds of the tables. The silver sandals, the silver girdle, the gown of i black satin, that was cut according to no prevailing mode, but seemed, some- j how, to be eminently in keeping with ( the age-lined face, were discussed, speculated upon, wondered at. The waiter approached the couple's j table with a silver wine-cooler. The i diningroom captain hurried over, napkin on arm. to assist. The waiter ' was a new man. and nothing must go wrong. The waiter held the bottle so that the man could see the label. "That is right.' Once more the words came from the beard with no movement of head or body. The diningroom captain saw the i label, and a look of wonder crossed his face. The wine was Pol Roger '56. In afl his years of serving he had never known of a bottle of the j famous wine being in the place. He watched every movement of the man as he poured the. wine into the wo ■ man's glass; a look cautioned care las the serving man turned to pour ; the wine into the glass loosely held \ by the man's relaxed fingers. The man spoke again slowly, sol emnly: "Life is wine. Wine is life, j Its bubbles come from the depths, to . break into the free air of the higher above. But half a glass, man. I do not wish to drink." The waiting captain turned away. ' A strange man. surely! He glanced j at the lone girl, and surprised a | startled look of fear on her lace be fore she lifted her wine again to her | lips and lowered her head. A girl without an escort in this Broadway I diningroom! How had she entered? | How had she passed the men at the j door? He must tell her of the Broad- | way rule regarding unescorted women, j As he took a step toward the table. ; the waiter unceremoniously brushed j past him and spoke to the girl. "Mr. Smith is at the telephone, miss. He will return in a minute." He took the bottle of wine from the cooler on the stand at her side and ' filled her half-emptied wineglass. ; There was no doubt of the captain's ! scowl this time. He knew that the i waiter had deliberately pushed past! him to forestall his request that the girl leave the restaurant. And the lie had been so obvious! What in terest had the new waiter in the girl with the hair of burnished gold? Why was she waiting, alone? His raised 1 finger beckoned the waiter. The thing 1 must be settled. The man must know ' his place. "Man!" The command came sharp- ! ly from the bearded man at the table , with the strange, silent woman. The waiter, who had started to obey the raised finger, hurried back to the table. "Fill my glass. The bubbles of life have ceased to rise." Silently the serving man obeved s pouring the wine slowly. When " he straightened up to replace the bottle, the captain had gone to attend an other table. His eyes met the eyes oi the woman. His head lowered siowlv in a nod of thanks! The silent woman of the silver san dals lifted her untouched glass. For a moment she held it toward the man at the other side of the table. Then with a motion as graceful as that of a queen drinking the health of her liege lord, she slowly drained he bub bling wine. Almost reverentlv she set ?°". n th f fmpty glass and brushed her Withered lips with a napkin. Rising slowly, as unconscious as ever of the K * e ' V , es ' she walked around the able, her silver sandals flashing under the satin dress. Diners held their / ea ' ® he ,aic * one hand gently on the bearded man's shoulder. She lean ed forward, and a hundred half-sup pressed gasps went up as her lips' lightly touched the forehead of her escort. The man did not move under nVe-Thf-fi, °"!. y a heavy-voiced, sim- | p '*! you came from the beard shielded lips The silent woman turn £« e< L he s, l ? ead for an instant. the diningroom as she had entered it. cold eyes apparently seeing nothing, body erect, regal. The waiter filled her. empty glass of.led bl he Kir J at the fable called him, spoke to him in a tremu- t under, s' ne - He nodded, and, in I picking up her fallen napkin, touched ! her arm. He left her, apparently to execute some order she had given The bearded man never moved in .H« M H? 1 , the table in ,hp center of the big diningroom, with its wine- , livened men and women, who still ' watched covertly. The waiting cap tain came over and touched the bot- ' tie in the cooler to see that the tem perature was keeping right. He glanced up inquiringly, hut the man paid no attention. t »bi!l e ," n *.f rß 0f ,hp * irl at the next table tojed nervously with the stem of her wineglass. That reminded the j captain of the waiter from whom an 1 explanation was due. The serving man ■was not in the diningroom. He hur ried over to the door through which his men entered the diningroom. Where there would be no possibility of the diners hearing would be the proper place to speak to the waiter. J he man was not in the kitchen, nor in the private bar, where the 'bus boys got the ordered drinks. For ten min ut«s he searched, neglecting his men and tables in the big restaurant. Then a word to a page summoned the man ager. Mr. Carl should know the in competency of this new serving man. The manager V-ame, low-voiced suave. He listened, nodded, and walked over to the table. He ad dressed a polite query to the beard ed man. He received no more atten tion than the Sphinx would have given. A startled look came to the manager's face; then he seemed lo re member the hundred other diners, who must not suspect that he thought anything was wrong. His eyes swept the big room, and his face lighted a.s he saw a white-haired man with a pale, intellectual face, lean, cleft chin, delicately nostriled nose, whose eyes were concealed by the great, blue circles of the smoked, tortoise-rim-1 ! med library glasses he wore. "Attend to your duties," he ordered (he captain, as he started through the aisle of tables to the other side of the restaurant, bowing and smiling to the diners whom he knew, as though not a ; trouble was on his mind. "Good-evening, Mr. Carl," greeted the man with the smoked glasses, as the manager neared the table. "How d' do. Air. Colton?" There was a nervous tremor in the man ager's voice that the seated man de tected instantly, for a look of inter est came to his face as he asked: | "That strange couple Sydney has been telling me about? The man who is sitting there alone?" "Yes. I think there is something wrong. Would you mind going over there with me, as though you wished an introduction? If there is nothing wrong, I can apologize. If there is, 'you can tell me without alarming the | guests. The man did not move nor answer when I spoke to him." j Thornley Colton, blind problemist >to whom crime puzzles were the one great recreation of life, rose. "I will return in a few minutes, Sydney," he said to the apple-cheeked, black-hair ed young man who sat at the table. Then he spoke once more to the man -1 ager. "The two interested me from the moment they entered; especially i the voice of the man. Is he still sitting with one arm resting on the | cloth and the other hand at the stem of his wineglass?" j "Yes. The captain says that he has | not moved since he sat down, and he ! hasn't said a word since the woman I left." Back between the tables they went. On all sides of them were laughter and gayety, richly-dressed women, and wine-flushed men, who had already ceased paying attention to the lone I man at the table, and were once more I thinking only of their own good time. The manager stopped at the table as though to speak. Colton stepped around him and touched the wrist of the arm that lay palm down on the table. His long, slim fingers encircled the wrist. He raised his head. His nostrils quivered as though some strange odor has come to them. "The wrist artery has been slashed in three places," the blind man said quietly. "He has been dead for hours!" A tingling sound came from the next table as a convulsive movement of the girl's fingers shivered the straw stem of her wineglass. CHAPTER 11. The I'roblcmist "Dead!" The horrified whisper J came from the lips of the manager ! before he could choke it back. Then jhe remembered the crowded dining | room. The axiom of his business, made a very part of him by the years, | governed his next speech. Experl | ence had taught him that paying guests should never be disturbed or | annoyed. "Come outside to my office." he j pleaded huskily. , Colton nodded. "A moment, please; | I want to speak to my secretary." He j turned and retraced his steps through i the winding aisle of tables swiftly, unerringly, his trained brain count- I ing the paces automatically and with ■no conscious effort. He spoke a few !ow-toned words to the apple-cheeked young man who had patiently waited. Sydney Thames' face, could never mask emotion, lost its color as | he glanced at the table with the silent dead man. Then he inclined his head in acquiescence to the evident order. The manager waited at the door, his eyes troubled as they looked over the big room. He saw that the diners i were beginning to whisper among j themselves as they watched the beard led man at the table and the blind i man who had touched his shoulder ! and felt of his wrist. Quick to catch the influence of the unusual, the tragic, as are all highly keyed New York habitues of restaurants, the sus | picions of the diners had already been aroused; the gayety and laughter were becoming strained. The manager glanced in the direction of the orches ! tra leader, and a jingling cabaret air | tilled the big diningioom as he led the way to his private office. Behind the closed door Manager Carl mopped his sweating brown with a handkerchief held in a trembling hand. His face was colorless, and the strain of having concealed his feelings outside showed in the haggardness of reaction. "My God. Mr. Colton!" he choked, flopping into a chair with the inert ness of a jellyfish. "This is terrible! Terrible!" His tone suddenly became .vehement. "It couldn't be! It isn't , possible! His wrists couldn't be cut without attracting attention, and"— his voice was almost childishly tri umphant as he jumped to his feet — "there would be blood!" "You forget that dead persons don't bleed." Thornley Colton reminded him seriously. "The death of that man occurred at least five hours ago." "Why, that's ridiculous!" Manager |Carl was pacing the floor like a caged tiger. "He has not been at the table more than half an hour." "Thirty-three minutes, to be exact." Colton said, his sightless eyes appar ently fixed on the ceiling, his slim lingers in his vest pocket touching the face of his crystalless watch. "The strangness of the couple, described by my secretary, immediately attracted my attention. Time usually has a pe culiar significance in cases like this, 'and I try never to overlook the sig nificant!" 1 "You—you mean he was dead when he came into the dinlngroom!" gasp i ed Carl. "Naturally." Colton's voice was dry. "But he walked into the dining l room, man! He walked!" ! "With the assistance of the woman and the waiter, yes." Colton's sight less eyes were still fixed on the ceiling; across his forehead and at the corn ers of his eyes was the fine tracery of lines that always came when his wonderful mind was working to visu alize each detail of the picture other | eyes could see but could not under i stand. "Do you mean to say that a dead | man could walk, even with the as sistance of two persons, and not show immediately that he was dead?" | "With proper preparation, yes. The touch of my hand on his shoulder I told me that under the clothes was an ingenious steel framework to sup port it naturally, and give to the limbs the peculiar automatonlike move iments that were so noticeable before the woman attracted all the attention and made the watchers forget even the existence of the man. Her dress i her looks, everything about her, were | Intended to distract attention from the man." "Far fetched!" snorted the manag er. petulance coming to cloak his ner- "The waiter could not be deceived like that! Why. his hands would have felt the framework and lhe dead weight of the body at once!" "Certainly!" assented Colton rerfd ily. "W here is the waiter?" Half-way across the floor, the man ager stopped his pacing to whirl. VA hat do you mean?" he demanded, and there was a tremor in his voice. 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All the pieces match, covered with brown, mechanism of this bed is so well concealed that you would Spanish imitation leather: the chair and rocker are very comfortable. ~ . , The Davenport is easily converted into a bed. never suspect that it can be converted into a bed. DAVENPORT , DAVENPORT Wzi 'MM $29.50 pi- - fg $42.00 Si length Da\ en port that £ iytf! '.-,..1 • Genuine Pullman, choice of I %r| can he converte <l i nt ° a bed, either genuine quartered oak or W which Is roomy enough for two h~ \W. : .». ; ?/v W[< \ d U » mahogany finish: massive to sleep comfortably. The frame pgj PULLMAN " ~~tj frames, and chairs and rockers is oak, neat design. 1 - §p3 to match if you wish. BURNS & COMPANY 28-30-32 S. Second St. ished, he vanished! T had my secre- i tary watching him." "You think he secured the position for just that purpose!" The manager ; slammed the top cover of his rolling desk, and his trembling fingers pulled , out a card index from the drawer. He found the card he wanted, read it, j and a groaning curse came from be tween his set teeth. "You're prob- ! ! ably right! He's b«en here only two; j days." "Tell me his name, and the facts i | you haye." suggested the blind man, ' j his tone merely interested. "George Nelson." "Fictitious, of course," put in Col- ! j ton. "Age twenty-seven. Four years' j ! experience in London and Continental | restaurants. That's a lie. too, I sup- ■ j pose." His eyes lifted from the card, as though he had forgotten he was i speaking to a blind man. Colton nodded. "He wasn't a wait- | er, that's sure. He was too clever j and nervy. It takes some nerve to do the thing he did, even with that re i markable woman at his side. How ; about references?" [To be continued.] "The End of the World" Ht the Vic. | toria to-morrow. —Advertisement. 11 APouseMeflTSi ' To-day and to-morrow Douglass ! Fairbanks will amuse and thrill the j patrons of the Colo- Knirlmnkx in nial Theater in a j ••The Hitlfhreed" new five-part ro ut the Colonial mantic drama that \ was adapted for j the screen from the Bret Harte story, j | "In the Carquinez Woods," which is < shown as a motion picture under the I ! title "The Halfbreed." The central j | figure of this new play is L*> Dorman, | : the son of a white father and an In- | dian mother. Just when Lo is emetg | ing from boyhood into manhood he is i left alone to do battle with the world. ! Fast and furious events map out his . pathway for him, until fate has assort. - i ed his playthings, and his feet iA-e set i upon a pathway not of his own making, j Chas. Murray, the Keystone comedian, | I is on the bill for about thirty minutes in a new Kevstone comedy, called I ; Pills For Peril." To-day marks the opening of another : vaudeville season at the Majestic Thea ter. For the first half of Vnuilevllle the week five standard ut Majentlc keith acts are booked headed by "The Maids or ! the Movies." R. D. Berg's latest idea in j musical comedy. The girls furnish the beauty and song in the attraction, while the two comedians inject comedv. Completing the bill are: Rose and Deli, comedy bicyclists; Golet, Harris ana Morey, in an instrumental and singing act: James and Marion Harkins, who entertain with singing, talking and dancing, and the Clown .Seal, one of thw best trained animals in captivity. Hyams and Mclntyre, well remem bered for their success in "The Girl of My Dreams," will be seen "My Home again this season in Ton n Girl" their new musical com edy success, "My Home Town Girl." They will be seen at the Orpheunt next Saturday, matinee and night. The play, which is produced by Perry J. Kelly, made a tour of the larger cities last season and was greet ed with capacity business, a character istic of any piece in which Hyams and Mclntyre appear. Many hearty laughs in addition to AMUSEMENTS AM VSEMENTS Majestic Theatre tFor the Opening TO-DAY 1 I rKEITH ACTS I I High Class Vaudeville Bill Headed by MAIDS OF THE MOVIES and THE CLOWN SEAL, a Trained Comedian from the Seas. AUGUST 21. 1916. sundry grins, snickers and smiles, are in store for the spec- Double mil tators at the Regent | at the It client to-day and to-morrow, when they behold Kelt ! Williams, the comedian of the Ziegfeid Follies, in "A Natural Born Gambler." In the serious line ahe drawing earn these two days will be "Susie Snow -1 llalte," a photoplay of Broadway and the Home Town and featuring the 1 diminutive star of the Ziegfeid Follies, j I Ann Pennington. As the title of this ! Paramount attraction suggests, it is the story of a little actress. "The Purple Lady" is a five-act pic- I ture play based on the comedy of the i same name, which was "The Purple written by Sidney Rosen l.ml.v" nt feld. It is the sort of 1 the Victoria picture that has some l thing startling and amus- i ■ ing to present upon the screen every | minute, and one that always makes you i feel in a plasant mood. For to-morrow, ! "The End of the World;" also Bush man, in "A Virginia Romance." AMUSEMENTS ■M' TO-DAY A.\D TO-MORROW A PICTURE YOU CAN'T AFFORD TO MISS Douglass Fairbanks i the original funny fellow o£ the motion picture screen. "THE HALFBHEED' j a romantic five-reel drama adapted i from the famous Bret Ilarte story, "l.\ THE CAHQUINE/, WOODS" P TO-DAY ONLY E PURPLE LADY" RALPH HERZ 'n from the play of the same name. To-morrow i "THE EM) OF THE OItLD" REGENT Big Double Bill BEBT WILLIAMS, celebrated come dian of z.ieitfeld Follies In "A NATURAL BORN GAMBLER" and ANN' PENNINGTON In fi photo play of Broadway, "SI SIE SNOW FLAKE." Addeil Attraction Paramount- Hurton Holmes Travel Picture*. Wednesday and Thursday PAULINE FREDERICK In "THE WORLD'S GREAT SNARE" *• 5
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