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It was half-past twelve, and the sun was
shining brightly when I again rang the
bell at old Frick’s in the Drammen
Road.
I had slept a few hours, handed in
my report to the superintendent, and
now I wanted to have the pleasure of
giving old Frick his diamond back
again.
I had taken a little more trouble than
usual about my toilet; you can guess
the reason why.
I was very pleased to find Miss Frick
alone when I was ushered into the sit-
ting-room. I thus had an opportunity
of exchanging a few words with her;
for when old Frick came in I knew only
too well who would take up all the con-
versation.
She received me in a friendly manner,
and when, without further ado, I
showed her the diamond, she clapped her
hands in joyful surprise.
“How glad uncle will be! When he
once gets it back again he will look
upon last night's affair as an exceeding-
ly pleasant diversion. May I take it to
him?”
“Yes, of course!”
“It was I who advised him to tele-
phone to you in the night, Mr. Monk,
and to-day I also assured him that you
would be gertain to find his tortoise
again.”
“It is a great pleasure, Miss Frick,
to find you have such confidence in me.
May I ask how you got to know of my
name?”
The young girl blushed a little. “We
have often read about you in the papers,
and Einar tells me there isn’t a case
which you cannot clear up.”
“I must thank your brother for his
flatteriflg opinion, and I am indebted to
the burglars of last night for giving me
this opportunity of making your ac-
quaintance and the acquaintance with
your family.”
“But you must excuse me a moment,
Mr. Monk. I must hurry away and find
uncle and give him the diamond. I
haven't even told him you are here!”
She ran out of the room, and I looked
after her, enraptured. She was even
prettier by daylight than by lamplight.
Light, reddish-golden hair, blue eyes, a
straight nose, and a beautiful shapely
mouth, yet not of the smallest. As
for her figure, it was that of a veritable
Diana as she vanished from the room.
I stood looking out of the window,
when the door opened.
I turned round hastily, and at first I
thought it was Miss Frick who had
eome back again. But the next moment
I discovered that it was a young girl
whom I had not seen befase, who stood
‘hesitating on the threshold.
She was also tall, fair and slight, and
with something of the same grace in
her movements. Indeed, both in her
movements and carriage she was won-
derfully like Miss Frick. Nor was her
face and especially the shape of her
head unlike Miss Frick’s, but her hair
was much redder, her lips thinner, and
her mouth more sharply moulded. Her
eyes were certainly blue and pretty, but
they wore a colder expression,
I thought at first it was Miss Frick’s
sister, but a glance at the small, co-
quettish, servant-maid’s cap told me she
held a different position in the house.
With an excuse she hurriedly left the
room; she had thought Miss Frick was
there.
Scarcely had she shut the door after
her before Miss Frick again appeared,
and as she saw perhaps that I looked a
bit puzzled, she gave a low laugh, and
said :
“You have seen my double, I sup:
pose? She didn’t know any one was
here. All strangers are astonished at
the likeness between Evelina and me,
She is my lady’s-maid.”
“The likeness does not strike me as
being so great,” I answered; “do you
think so yourself? I should never make
such a mistake as taking her for you.”
“Oh, yes, indeed!” she replied; “at
first it was almost unpleasant to me.
Her father was, in his line, a well-to-do
artisan, but things went badly with him,
and he took to drink. The mother is
not a very desirable person either, and
so my uncle, who had known them
many years, proposed that I should take
the daughter as my maid.”
It was a pleasure to me to talk with
this pretty young girl. She was more
natural and free from any affectation
than any young woman I had met. It
was easy to see she had plenty of com-
mon sense, and was well educated.
Mr. Frick did not tarry long. He
came waddling in, clad in a large-
checked, English pea-jacket, his full-
blown face beaming like the sun. He
was not satisfied this time with shak-
ing onc of my hands, but seized both in
his gigantic paws. His praise of my
skill was quite overwhelming, and it was
only by the greatest effort that I got
him to change ubigct.
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After that tollowed an invitation to
dinner at “Villa Ballarat,” as he called
the house. He would like to have a
full description of how I managed to
discover the thieves.
This invitation clashed with my en-
gagements that day, and I should have
felt almost duty bound to refuse it, had
1 not happened to look at Miss Frick.
Tt appeared to me as if T could read
something in her face which spoke of
anxious expectation, and—TI accepted the
invitation.
The dinner went off very well. Old
Frick told us how he had first become
possessed of the tortoise; that, however,
I will return to later.
Happily there was another person
present who could listen to old Frick,
while I hada much more interesting
conversation with Miss Frick.
Young Einar, who seemed a fine
young fellow, and whose occupation it
was to keep his uncle’s books and ac-
counts, alone emptied a bottle of Heid-
sieck monopole, and then stole away
immediately after dinner with a good
supply of his uncle’s Havana cigars, to
have a game of billiards at the Grand
Hotel.
Before I left Villa Ballarat, I had an
other talk with old Frick, of a more
serious nature. I represented to him
how wrong it was to let so many costly
articles as those he had gathered to-
gether lie unprotected against thieves
and burglars.
“You have seen yourself, Mr, Frick,”
1 said, “how you tempt people to become
housebreakers.”
Old Frick showed himself for once
amenable to advice.
“Come and see me to-morrow,” he
said; “I should like to have your opin-
ion as to how I ought to arrange my
things. The house here is becoming too
small for me; I expect a guest in a few
days.
ranging it specially as a museum or as
a place of custody for all my curiosities?
If I built a pavilion expressly for this
purpose, I ought to be able to make it
could use iron safes, iron bars before the
windows, electric-alarm apparatus, and
suchlike. So long as I am well and able
to move about, I can look after my
things—as you have seen I did last
night; but when I get older, it will be
more difficult. One cannot depend upon
the young people in the house.”
By sufficiently encouraging this plan
of his, I got him to start the work, and
within a month old Frick had a build-
ing constructed in the garden, about
forty yards from the house. A building
which should serve as a depository for
all his collection, and at the same time
give space for his office, and contain-
ing a fire-proof room for money and im-
portant documents.
This building will, later on, play a part
in my story, and I shall therefore give
a short description of it.
It was built nearly square, and di-
vided into two. The whole of the one
half was fitted up to receive Frick’s col-
lection, It formed a large room with
no windows, but was lighted from
above. Over the skylights were placed
strong gilt iron bars to prevent entrance
from above.
The heavy iron shutters, which, be-
ing painted white and lacquered, looked
like innocent wooden boards, could be
pulled down in front of the cases when
the museum was closed. ’
These iron shutters were so well bal-
anced with hidden counter weights that
the weakest child could move them up
or down. They could be locked with
mew Frick alone had the keys.
The other half of the house was par-
titioned into two, forming a larger and
a smaller room. The larger did duty as
Mr. Frick’s office, and there his nephew
took up his residence in the morning
among the heap of business books. The
smaller room, which, on account of the
many feet thick, brick walls, gave very
little inside space, served as a fire-proof
room for money and documents.
This room had no windows, and only
one very solid, double iron door, which
led into the before-mentioned room used
as the museum,
It had been made according to my
suggestion; for I reasoned thus: The
office is, as a matter of course, the least-
protected room in the building. It has
windows, and necessarily a good many
strangers will be going in and out there.
The safest thing is to let the one door
to the fire-proof room, where Frick likes
to keep a large sum of ready money,
lead out into the museum. It is only
frequented by the people of the house
and guests, and at night it is more se-
cure against burglary than the office.
All round the garden there was an
iron railing, twice as high as a man, and
people who were going to the house had
{ to ring a bell at the iron gate.
At that time, when I made old Frick’s
acquaintance, he had invested a great
deal of his money in various enterprises,
mostly industrial undertakings, and
especially such as would bring new trade
and industry to the country. .
He himself took no part in the man-
agement of these undertakings, and the
work in his office was not more than
could be managed by himself and his
nephew
It was not long before I was a regu-
lar and, as far as I could perceive, a
welcome guest at the villa; indeed, all
through the winter there was scarcely a
day when I did not visit there.
Old Frick was never tired of asking
me about news from the police courts;
but I soon realized that it was not so
much my stories that interested him, as
the fact that for each of my stories,
which T tried to make as short as possi-
ble, he found opportunity to treat us to
two or three of his own, which always
took a long time.
He was, however, an admirable story-
teller, and we often sat by the hour
together, listening to him with the great-
est interest.
Generally the party was limited to old
Frick Einar was
Sigri {i myself.
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What do you say to my build-
ing a pavilion out in the garden, and ar- |
sufficiently proof against thieves. I
strong safety locks, of which Bartholo-
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~ompanions, and he gave us but Iittle of
his society. Thus the three of us spent
many pleasant evenings together.
CHAPTER IIL
MR. REGINALD HOWELL.
Here was my first letter from Miss
Frick:
Dear MR. Monk —My uncle wants
you to come and dine with us to-morrow
at five o'clock. He is expecting an Eng-
lishman to-day, a son of one of his old
Australian comtades, and would like you
to make his acquaintance. Yours,
Sicrip FrICK.
It was not a love lcerer, not even a
friendly epistle, but quite the most con-
ventional piece of writing one could re-
ceive; and yet it caused me great hap-
piness when this note arrived, in the fine
bold handwriting I got to know so well.
It was on a Saturday, a few days be-
fore Christmas. From the first day I
had seen Sigrid Frick, until now, I had
employed the time in falling in love as
deplorably as ever a man can do, and
I could see that my attentions were not
displeasing to her. And so, as a mat-
ter of course, I accepted the invitation
for dinner next day.
On my arrival at Villa Ballarat, I
found old Frick beaming with delight.
“Here he is, Monk ; here he is —Regi-
nald Howell, son of my old friend How-
ell, who was the best man and the most
faithful friend in the whole world. I
was young, had such a fine appearance
as his son here; but his heart was as
true as gold, and he was as reliable as
a rock.”
It would have been difficult for old
Frick to get away from his ,reminis-
cences of old Howell, but luckily his
niece recalled him to the present by inti-
mating that he ought to introduce me to
the young Englishman before he in-
dulged in them further.
He was a tall, handsome young fel-
low, about my own age, and of the dark
English type. His manners were easy
and unaffected, as is usual with English
men of good birth. x
There was nothing particularly attrac-
This dread to take our daily way, and
Song and
Story.... ..
We know not what it is, dear,
sleep so deep and still;
The folded hands, the awful calm, the :
cheek so pale and chill;
lids that will not lift again, |
though we may call and call; |
The strange, white solitude of peace |
that settles over all.
We know not what it means,
this desolate heart pain;
this
The
dear, |
walk in it again;
We know not to what other sphere
the loved who leave us go,
Nor why we're left to wonder
nor why we do not know.
still,
But this we know: our loved and dead ;
if they should come this day— |,
Should come and ask us “What is |
life?”’not one of could say,
Life is a mystery as deep as ever
death can be;
Yet, oh how dear it is to us, this life
we live and see!
Then might they say—these van-
ished ones—and blessed be the
though:
“So death is sweet to us, beloved!
though we may show you naught;
We may not to the quick reveal the
mystery of breath.”
The child who enters life comes not
with knowledge or intent,
So all who enter death must go as
little children sent.
Nothing is known. But nearing God,
and as life is to the living, so
death is to the dead.
Did She See?
tive about his face, although he had fine
eyes, somewhat dark, almost black, in
fact, but without the fire in them that
usually accompanies eyes of that color.
His manners were rather insinuating,
though not at all unpleasant.
I gradually learned to like him fairly
well.
At first, it happened that he threw
many a tender glance at Miss Frick,
and on that account I felt not a little
inclined to quarrel with him. But as
this was only a repetition of what had .
happened in the past two months with
half a dozen other young men who vis-
ited Villa Ballarat,
enough to allow these feelings to have
only a momentary hold upon me.
He soon kept his eyes to himself,
probably because he saw “how the land
lay,” as the sailors have it.
One thing which, in a great measure,
spoke in the young Englishman’s favor,
was his apparent modesty.
When his father died the year before
—he had until then lived in Australia— |
the son decided to go to Europe, and he
took his passage on a sailing ship. But
the vessel had caught fire in the open
3ea, and the passengers and crew had
had to take to the boats. Only one of
the boats had reached land—the one in
which Reginald Howell and eight others
had saved themselves. But the boat
foundered on a coral reef, and Mr. How-
ell at last found himself, the only sur-
vivor, on a little island. The natives
were friendly to him, and after two
months’ stay there, he sighted a ship
which brought him to England.
People seldom refuse to relate inter-
esting stories when they concern them-
selves; but it was only after repeated
appeals from old Frick that Mr. Howell
was at last induced to give a very sober
and curtailed description of his adven-
turous voyage.
It was easy to understand that he
must have behaved very coolly and
bravely under such terrible circum-
stances, and that it was only due to his
presence of mind and courage that he
was able to save himself, yet he seldom
. spoke of himself, and then always in the
most modest manner possible.
In short, he had the habit, owing
either to the way in which he had been
brought up, or by nature, seldom or
never of speaking about himself—a habit
which never fails to make a favorable
impression.
When the young man came to Eng-
land, he of course gave the authorities
an exact account of the wreck of the
Queen of the East, and the fate of the
crew. The account had been published
in several of the English papers, and he
laughingly proffered to show us some
of these papers if we found his verbal
account not exhaustive enough.
Mr. Howell had come to Norway at
the express invitation of old Frick, who,
when he had heard of his old friend’s
death, had written and asked his son
to visit him in Norway. The young
man had received Frick’s letter just
when he was on the point of sailing
from Australia—he had already ar-
ranged previously to visit Europe—and
had notified his departure by telegraph.
“You did right, Reginald, in coming
as quickly as possible to your father’s
old friend. I suppose you intend to
spend the winter with us. You can
learn to go on ‘ski’ here; a fine sport
I can tell you. You must live with us. i
have had two rooms made ready for
you here in Villa Ballarat.”
Mr. Howell said he thought he would
avail himself of the invitation for one
or two months; he was a keen sports-
man, and had long ago made up his
mind to have a look at, and a try at,
gki-running.
(To be Continued.)
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1 was sensible
A woman was discussing the Eng-
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“Don’t you think it strange, Mr.
Kipling,” said the woman with sup-
erior wisdom, ‘that sugar is the only
word in the English language where
an ‘s’ and a ‘uw’ come together and
are pronounced ‘sh’?”
Mr. Kipling’s eyes twinkled as he
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Was Willing to Try It Again.
Once when John D. Rockefeller was
playing golf a negro lad crossedthe
‘links. Mr. Rockefeller had just given
! the balll a vigorous stroke and the
,lad received the missile squarely on
‘the head. It was a heavy blow, but
[it only stunned the boy a little, and
‘afte blinking his eyes for a moment
“he Was himself again. :
| Mr Rockefeller, who had rushed up
| fearing that the boy had been badly
‘injured was relieved to find that he
took it so calmly, and, pulling a five
' dollar bill from his pocket he gave
‘it to the youngster as a salve for his
| feelings.
| The boy looked at the bill and grin-
ned with delight. Then he looked at
at Mr. Rockefeller and inquired: *
| When is yu goin to be playin’ again?”
The Kind that Gets on.
Booker T. Washington, congratulat-
'ed by a New York reporter on the
! success he had made of his life, said
| with a smile:
| “I suppose I must be modest and de-
clare that luck has had much to do
'with my progress,or, otherwise, I'll
| be in Senator Dash’s shoes.
“Senator Dash, of Tallapoosa, prid-
ed himself on his rise from the bot-
tom, for Senator Dash, in his youth,
had worked with the colored men in
the cotton fields. :
“Boysting at a political
about his rise, the senator singled
out Uncle Calhoun Webster among
his audience and said:
“I see before me old Calhoun Web-
ster, beside whom, in the
Now, ladies and gentlemen, I appeal
was I, or was I not, a gcod man in
the cotton fields?’
“‘Yo ,wuz a god man, senatah,’ the
aged negro replied, ‘yo’ wuz a good
man fo’ a fack; but yo’ sut’ ny dida’t
work much.’” —Washington Star.
Here is a touching war story that
was printed in the “London Nurs-
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Country Hospital by one of many
British soldiers who lay there,
The British had taken a German
trench with bayonet, Two British sol-
diers badly wounded lay besides a
dying German in the trench.
“What wouldn’t I give for a drink!”
called out one Tommy to the other.
The German understood the word
“drink” for it is much like the word
in his own language.
The soldier who lived to tell the
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pointin’ to his side. We thought he
he wanted liftin’ up, and couldn't
rest easy;so, after a bit, 1 managed
lto lift myself up and give him a pull,
and than I found he was lyin’ on his
water bottle. It was ful! of wine and
water, and I put it to his lips.
‘Pore chap! He was nigh done for,
but he sez, ‘No, not me.
drink! He died, too, he did
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men that Lincoln thought at one time
of taking command of the Union
armies in the field.
“News traveled with desperate slow-
ness to those kept in suspense at the
White House during this crisis. The
battle of Gettysburg ended at dark on
July 3, 1863; and yet for more *han a
week following, doubt and hope alter-
nated in Lincoln’s mind as to whether |
the Union general, Meade, would com- |
plete his victory by destroying Lee's
army. On Saturday, July 11, 1863,
Hay writes:
«The President seemed in specially
good humor today, as he had pretty
good evidence that the enemy were
| still on the north side of the Potomac,
i
meeting
broiling |
southern sun, I toiled day after day. | worded—talking about reconnoitering
and Meade had announced his inten-
- tion of attacking them in the morning.
The President seemed very happy in
the prospect of a brilliant success.
« «Sunday, 12th July—Rained all the
afternoon. Have not yet heard of
Meade’s expected attack.
« Monday, 13th — The President
begins to grow anxious and impatient
about Meade’s silence. I thought and
told him there was nothing to prevent
the enemy from getting away by the
| Falling Waters if they were not vigor-
ously attacked......... Nothing can save
them if Meade does his duty. I doubt
him. He is an engineer.
« «14th July—This morning the Pres-
{dent seemed depressed by Meade’s
despatches of last night. They were
so cautiously and almost timidly !
to find the enemy's weak places, and,
other such........ About noon came the
to Uncle Calhoun. Tell us all Uncle, despatches stating that our worst fears
The enemy had gotten
The President was)
| deeply grieved. “We had them within |
| our grasp,” he said; “we had only to;
| stretch forth our hands and they were:
ours. And nothing I could say or do
| were true.
| away unhurt.
could make the army move.”
«Qeveral days ago we sent a des-
patch to Meade which must have cut,
Hike a scourge, but Meade returned 50.
reasonable and earnest reply that the
President concluded he knew best:
what he was doing, and was reconciled
to the apparent inaction, which hai
hoped was merely apparent.
« ‘Every day he has watched the pro.
gress of the army with agonizing im-
patience, hope struggling with fear..
He has never been easy in his own
mind about General Meade, since
Meade’s General Order in which he!
called on his troops to drive the in-
vader from our soil. The President
gays: “This is a dreadful reminis-
cence of McClellan. The same spirit
that moved MgcClellan to claim a great
victory because Pennsylvania and
Maryland were safe.
ten million people sank within them
fall. Will our generals never get that
{dea out of their heads? The whole
country is our soil.”
« «5th July—Robert Lincoln says
the President is silently but deeply
grieved about the escape of Lee. Ha
sald:
| have whipped them myself.” (And
1 know he had that jdea’ ®
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Sciatica, Neuralgia
and kindred troubles.
It goes right to the
spot, stops the aches
and pains and makes
life worth living. Get
a bottle of “5-Drops”
today. A booklet with
each bottle gives full
directions for use.
Don’t delay. Demand
{ “5-Drops.” Don’t ac-
cept anything else in
- place of it. Any drug-
gist can supply you. If you live too far
from a drug store send One Dollar to
Swanson Rheumatic Cure Co., Newark,
Ohio, and a bottle of *8-Drops will be
sent prepaid.
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