8 OF INTEREST T A GIRL AND A MAN A New and Vital Romance of City Life by Virginia Terhune Van <Je Water CHAPTER XXVI Copyright, 1916, Star Company. If Hasbrook Bainbrldge had been watching for the psychological mo ment In which to impress Agnes Mor ley pleasantly, he could not have chosen a opportune time than Just after she had spoken over the wire to Philip Hale. The lad's formal tone, his failure to say a word that could not have been heard by the world at large piqued her. So when Mr. Bainbridge approached her with a smile of greeting she felt more kindly toward him than she had ever felt before. He, at least, she re flected, treated her with courtesy and consideration. "Are you very busy. Miss Morley?" he asked. She swallowed the lump in her throat caused by Philip's indifference. "Xo," she replied. "I have nothing especial to do until Mr. Hale returns." His Manner Olianees His manner changed as she spoke "You are worried?" he asked solici tously. "What has happened?" "Nothing:'' she replied, forcing a smile to her lips. "Why did you ask if I was busv?" "Tell me first if there is anything 1 can help you about—l mean if you are worried about anything in which 1 can be of assistance." She shook her head decidedly. "No ■ —nothing at all." she said. "You would rather I did not insist upon knowing," he remarked musing ly. "Well, then, I won't Insist. But 1 have watched your face enough to guess what certain expressions mean, and I am sure you are annoyed or un happy. But you have a right to ex clude me from your confidence for you scarcely know me vet. Perhaps some time—" He stopped. How kind and sympa thetic he was. she thought. But she must not let him suspect what was in her mind. "You came to ask me to do some thing. Mr. Bainbridge." she reminded him. "What was it?" A Polite Koquest She noted gratefully that he fol- j lower her lead at once. "I thought perhaps you would re peat your former kindness and take down a few letters for me. I am afraid i my secretary cannot undertake anv more work than she has on hand this afternoon—and I want to get the let ters of." "I will be glad to help you out," Agnes told him. "Well. I brought the letters In here," he explained. "Then I will know just when Mr. Hale comes in and will not interfere with his work." "Yes." Agnes reiterated mentallv. this man had. after all. a kind heart. Her first judgment of him had been wrong. Annie Rooney, too. had been prejudiced against him. Annie's opin ions were not to be trusted. For in stance—what stuff she had talked of Philip Hale! As on the other occasion of her | ■working for him. Mr. Bainbridge die- i tated rapidly, but this time she did j not fancy he was testing her ability. Automatic Hf Automatic Display i g|| ■j I J Is _ ' -—l_ For ACCURATE Telephone Service The Automatic Telephone System—now being installed by the Cumberland Valley Telephone Company—always gives you the number you dial. 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"I will transcribe these letters at I once," she said, slipping a sheet of | paper into her machine. "Thank you," he returned. "Other | girls might have done that job, but few would have done it as cheerfully and as well as you have." He was stand ing close by her now. "Again," 1 thank you." he repeated. lifting her hand quickly, he pressed it. then dropped it. Once this would have offended her; now it seemed but the impulsive action of a kindly man. older than herself—such a thing as he might hnve done to a child ten years of age. So she did not show any vex ation, but began at once to type the letters. Ten minutes later Mr. Hale came Into his private ottlce. She rose and took up her pad and pencil, but he checked her. "Waitl" he ordered. "Is that one of Mr. Bainbridge's letters you have there on the machine?" "Yes. it Is." she replied. "Well, go ahead and get them all done, then," "This Is the last one," she Informed him. Was he annoved at her having done this work for his partner? His next remark disabused' her mind of this Idea. "Bainbridge just told me that he had asked you to take some dictation for him. and that you had done it sat isfactorily. That was quite right." A Changed Opinion His speech confirmed her in her al tered opinion of the younger member of the firm. Evidently Mr. Bainbridge had spoken frankly of his request to her. There had been nothing under handed about his manner of conduct ing the trifling affair. As she was drawing the last sheet of paper from the machine, she spoke in a tone that indicated no nervous ness or embarrassment. "Mr. Hale." she said. "Mr. Philip Hale called up while you were out." "Ah?" he queried, glancing quickly at her. "What did he want?" She delivered Philip's message with out changing color. "Very well." her employer acknowl edged his comprehension of the situ ation. "Thanks. Now take these let ters over to Mr. Bainbridge: then come back and get to work." Miss Durkee glanced up supercil iously as Agnes approached. 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It pays for women suffering from any female ailments to insist upon having Lydia E. Pinkham's Vegetable Com pound. Vacation Trips "BY SEA" Baltimore-Philadelphia (• Boston Savannah-Jackson ville Delightful SalL Flm Slfimfrm. Loot Fares. Beat Serv ice. Plan your vacation to ißclnile "The Fla eat Coaatwlae Trtpa In tha World." Toor Book Free oa Reqaeat. MERCHANTS A MINERS TRANS. CO. W. P. TURNER, G. P. A., Ralto.. Mil. Conault any ticket or tonrlat agent. GEORGE H. SOURBIER g FUNERAL DIRECTOR § 1810 Nirth Third Strati 1 Ball Phana. AM* fterMe*. I HARRISBURG SILVER SANDALS A Detective Story of Mystery, Love and Adventure. By Clinton H. Stagg. Copyright. XT. J. Watt & Co.. International Nwa Service. "Monomania," suggested the blind man. "I understand." He did un derstand the thoughts of th estrange old recluse, and of the daughter to whom he was a king wno could do no wrong. "For years he planned, for he un derstood that the years had changed. He must plot and plan to carry out his scheme. H easked my aunt to help; you can't realize what that cost but it proves the lengths to which he would go to do as he intended. It is in the blood. I think." Even in his blindness. Colton could see the square, resolute, little chin of the girl beside him, that his hands had touched when he Had bathed her face with the revlvling cold water. Yes, it was in the blood. She had proved it when she had fought clear of his traps and pitfalls: she was prov ing it now by telling him the story with which she intended to set at rest suspicion against one she loved. "He built the silver frame, perfect ed it. Built another. He wanted the biggest, brightest, gayest restaurant for his purpose. The difficulty of carrying out his plan seemed Insur mountable then. But his theory was proved again!" Her voice took a new tone of quiet, wonderful reverence. "I guess God sent the one person. He came to our door, hungry. We fed him. He worked in the garden, and father, who spoke or thought of almost no one but me. loved him at once. He took an interest in father's work. They were chums. Father learned his name, and who he was when he asked permission to marry me. We. too, had become chums, and more." "Bracken." asked the blind man, very quietly. "Philip Bracken. junior," she answered. "1 think he tried to dis suade father from his strange idea, but we were firm." "We?" "It was my father-s wish," she said simply. "In the y*ars, as I grew, it had become part of my life; this doing of the one great thing my fath er wanted. Philip set about making the plans to help. then. There was the suite: the one method of having father get to the table. Philip went to see his father, and he showed Mr. Bracken that the wlldness was gone. Philip went on one of his father's voyages. There he Induced the wait er to leave. Then I began to realize the deceit that would be necessary, and I was frigrhtened a little. Six months ago Philip arranged for the help we would need inside the hotel." "How?" interrupted t'olton. "I don't understand it exactly." For the first time since une had begun to tell the story the words came hesi tantly. "He securert the position of assistant manager of the hotel for a man named Norman. He had lived around Poughkeepsie .and he used to visit father until " She veered hurriedly. "I never liked him. but he arranged everything without even arousing the suspicions of Mr. Carl. "Father and Philip went to the suite in the afternoon. It was hard to say good-by; it is always hard when a per son goes on a long Journev. and you will not see them again for a long, long time." There was just a sus picion of tremble in her voice, but the wonderful attitude toward death that had been instilled into her mind from the cradle steadied it immediately. "There he waited for the hour that had been named." "There was no doubt that it would I come?" put in the blind man, his | voice low. Something inside him forc i ed that question to the problemist's I lips when he did not want to speak— jto interrupt. It seemed incredible al most, that this girl, who was young ] and beautiful, by all the standards of i the seeing world, should have such strange, unwavering faith in the great j est of all mysteries. • Was it a great j loyalty to the ideas of her father? j Was it, too, a monomania? No, not that last. The word was too sug gestive to the blind man, whose men tal visualization of the girl beside him j was more complete than even eyes would have made possible, for that that mental picture saw under the ivory skin, behind the wide hazel eyes, and under the hair of burnished gold. It was a religion almost a sacred : belief that had been put into the girl's heart and mind by the father she lov j ed. A strange belief, perhaps, but a strange man of strange blood had given the world this girl. I "There was no doubt!" She re peated it firmly, and in her tone seem ed a bit of wonder that there could ;be thoughts of doubt. "Philip was ; with him, as the plans had been made, . until the end came. It was then the three slashes on the wrist were made I —symbolic of the three Egvpts of the ancients; Upper and I.ower Egypt and the Egypt of the hereafter. "Silver Sandals, my aunt, and I ; entered the private diningroom byway lof the court, without being seen. I watched my opportunity through the palms, and went to the table Philip | had ready. Aunt closed the door be i hind me. Father had asked me to i promise that I would be present at this last scene. I made the promise when Philip and I were married. I did not see father then; he was in the suite upstairs. My aunt brought him I dwn. The frame worked perfectly there could be no hitch in that. , Philip was at the palms. Norman i closed the door, for he had not gone at six, as Carl supposed, but had stay ed hidden until the last part of his ; work. Philip and my aunt carried i out their part without trouble. I thought the waiting captain would upset the carefully arranged plan at ; first. He tried to. but my aunt and Philip prevented him. "Then you came into the case. You were right. I didn't know you when Mr. Carl spoke. But there was some thing in your face, or manner, as you touched the wrist, that frightened me. [ broke the glass and cut my finger. Then you spoke to your secretary. I knew that he followed me. Philip was waiting at the Waldorf, for he had not overlooked even the slight possibility of my being drawn into the case, and he had taken every means to keep me out. He telephoned my aunt to be ready. Then he went to the car Philip had borrowed from his fathers friend, the district attorney, so that he would he interested in the case, and be in a position to help us ASK FOR and GET HORLICK'S THE ORIGINAL MALTED MILK Cheap substitutes coat YOU HIM price. PARALYSISSnSTw DR. CHASE'S Special Blood and Nerve Tablets Write for Proof and Booklet Pr.Cfc—c. 224 N. lMh St. PMUdtlptU, I DH/vf, 80-BAN-KOB PILE REMEDY c*m raiiitwii. n. (Continued From Yesterday.) | instead of working against us. as he ! might otherwise have done." Colton nodded his understanding of the cleverness that had involved the official so that he must work for in stead of against. Bracken had been the brains of the whole thing, work ing and plottirig to see that there was no possibility of the plan going wrong in a detail. Only one thing could have made him take such risks, and Colton knew what that one thing was. "Father intended that the truth should be known the day after his death. He did everything he could to protect us. He sent the notes, with the bottle of wine. He knew that it could be easily proved that he had written them. The notes to the po\ice and the coroner were Philip's idea. Father sent the death notices. He posed or the. photograph in the robes he always wore at home. They seem ed. to us, the things that would con vince any one that there had been no foul play. "But the sudden following of your secretary frightened us. I think my aunt began to realize then just what the thing she had done meant: the coming of the police, of which she had always had a horror. They had persecuted her continuously because she refused to pay money to the pow ers for protection. She thought that by making your secretary think that the man he had seen dead in the res taurant was talking to him, and tell ing him the object of the strange scene he had witnessed, that he would convince you of the truth. But he refused to believe. It was one time Stiver Sandals' trickery failed to de ceive. The man who impersonated my uncle was the waiter who had been living at the home of my aunt. He wore the disguise that the 'controls' she had had worn. And he also wore the first silver frame my father made. There was only one thing she could do when your secretary came. She had to force him to become an ally until the thing was cleared. I hated it!" the girl said tensely. "The poor waiter had been forced to help us, and here was another!" A shudder shook her body. "She tried to put the morphia needle into his arm, but he fought so that it went into his side. Then the fight she nad to make him do as she willed! Of course, it seem ed to be ethe crow that was talking to him, and he tried to get it, scaring it half to death. Philip, grown im patient with waiting, because he did not dare come to the house, telephon ed that the district attorney's car must be taken back. "We had to hurry. We tried to get the crow. It was then I heard my 1 aunt speak for the first time in my i life that is, directly. She was half : crazy when the bird that had been | trained to perch on her arm and do ! its other little tricks refused to come |to her. She commanded me to catch i it. I attempted it, but failed, only | once getting near enough to pull a I feather from its tail. We couldn't ; wait; we didn't dare. Philip had told | us that your car had gone, and he ! thought you might come with your [chauffeur and the police. "My aunt ordered the waiter, who ' was under her control, to take your ! secretary to the cafe where he was found, and then to return and bring j the clippings from the papers, and catch the crow. But he failed. We left the other things that were to be j found, hoping against hope that you ■ would understand. Everything else I of my aunt's she had destroyed days I before, because she never intended to ; come back. But the papers next day j frightened us more. The police* had called it murder! Everybody called jit murder! You were trying to pin | the crime on us! Thousands were 1 watching and searching! We could I only hide!" Exhaustion weakened her voice. She stopped. Without speaking, Colton fetched her another glass of water, waiting patiently for her to finish. Nor did he speak as his hand took the empty glass from her fingers. "You don't believe me!" she cried. "You think " "I believe you implicitly," he said, his lone quietly convincing. The story she had told him was the true story —as she believed it. But there was the crux of the whole thing. As she believed it! The plans of years, work ed out with infinite care for detail, figured to each last possibility, tested so that they could not go awrv, had gone wrong in one detail—death had not come as the old man had expect ed. Some one had taken advantage of the carefully laid plans. Some one had murdered him, killed him in cold blood; because every move that had been made was a move to protect the guilty and convict the innocent. "Of what value is the crow?" asked Colton, for he knew that there lay the secret of the one loose sqrew. He could feel her eyes still search ing his face, trying to peer under the mask and behind the words of assur ance he had spoken. He knew that she was thinking of the statement he had made that her father had been murdered. One million dollars." She answer ed hesitantly, almost tremulously, as if a new fear was coming into her mind. "Explain that!" Polton spoke al most sharply. Here was the missing link, and it was bigger than even the blind man had expected. One mil lion dollars! Incentive enough for murder! "Rameses holds the secret of my father's fortune," she continued hast ily, for the tone of the blind man had made her want to explain away the fear that had been so evident in her former statement. "I have told you that father was a strange man; that he lived in the dead centuries. He was rich, for his father had been rich." Colton nodded understandinglv. "His fortune enabled him to fit out the expeditions that made him fam our for his archaeological discoveries at the age of thirtv-three." "Yes. He would have nothing to do with the modern things of life, like banks. Kvery rent of his money was in rubies: the blood stones of the age cycles. They were hidden only he knew where. It was known that he had an immense quantity of Jewels, and 1 have known of many attempts at robbery, but none ever succeeded. My father said that his sister should get them when he died, and she was to leave them to me. You know 1 was never anything but a child in his ejes. But he left them in a strange way. a way that showed he had never forgotten the cause of the estrange ment, When he died he had a crypto gram. The crow he gave mv aunt ten days ago had the key. It was trained never to speak when on her arm, or to learn another word. Father knew how to do that. He said that there should be one thing she should do without deceit and trickery. She must solve it! For hours she listened to the crow repeating Its endless repe tition. but she got no farther. Her own crow that she had used died." "She got the cryptogram?" "No. He did not have Itl" "But he had the key?" asked Col ton quickly. There was nothing. His pockets were absolutely empty. He had for gotten the one big thing of aJI. That is why we were all so excited. He bad left it behind, at our home in SEPTEMBER 13, 1916, im> l ikir Poughkeepsie. And we did not dare go near to find it." "He had it in the suite!" Colton's statement was almost brutally posi tive. The unfinished words his see ing finger tips had read on the table had been written on the cryptogram itself to show the keen mind of Silver Sandals the key! Colton knew that! "Where is your husband?" he de manded. "I don't know." The words came chokingly, presaging the utter break ing of nerves that nad' been strong for so long. "He went to Pough keepsle last night when he had re turned the district attorney's car. We have not heard from him!" CHAPTER XV Face to Face Bracken again! Each drawing of the net caught him tighter in the meshes of the strange crime. The murderer of John Neilton, who had lived for thirty years under the name of Sladnas Revlis because his sister had taken the name of Silver Sandals, had played for a big stake. The old man himself had made possible the necessary months of preparation for his own murder. Colton knew that the murderers had been forced to pre pare the various details as carefully as the old man himself. The plans of the man who was to die had work ed out too smoothly, too well, for them to have been merely his plans. There had been more than cooperation —there had been leading! Bracken had won the confidence of the strange old man. He had won the heart and the hand of the girl. To him had been left the perfecting of the plans. According to the girl, he had been with her father until the time came for him to go on duty in the diningroom of the hotel. 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