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BEGIN HERE TO -DAY..
' Mark Brendon, criminal investi-
gator, is engaged by Jenny Pendean
to solve the mystery of the disappear-
ance of her husband, Michael. Pen -
dean is last seen in the company of
Jenny's uncle, Robert Redmayne.
Robert goes into hiding and sends for
his brother Bendigo to meet hint in a
secret cave: Both, men disappear and
the cave shows evidence of a terrible
struggle.
Jenny marries Giuseppe Doria, who
works for her uncle, Bendigo. They
go to live in Italy where Jenny's uncle
Albert Redmayne lives, Peter Ganns
famous American detective, assists
Brendon in the investigation. When
Doria is arrested Jenny is killed by
the bullet intended for her husband
when she throws herself in front of
him to save his life.
NOW GO 0N•WITH THE STORY.
vertised for a motor boatmen, the
challenge was accepted. I forged cer-
tain foreign letters of commendation.
He, liked Italians, from experience of
them aboard ship, and he appreciated
my letter andniy imaginary war re-
cord.
What was the next step? An' en-
treaty from Jenny that I should shave
my beard! She begged again and
again and appealed to Robert, who
supported her. I withstood them
until the day of his destruction. Upon
that morning I appeared without it
, and they congratulated me. Other
trifling preliminaries 'there were. On
one occasion, when my wife rode down
to Plymouth with her uncle on his
motor bicycle, she left him to do some
shopping and, visiting Burnell's the
theatrical costumer, she purchased a
red wig for a woman, At home again
she transferred it into a red wig for
a man. Meantime 1 had made a pair
of large mustaches, helping myself
when Mrs. Gerry, our landlady, was
out of the way to hair from the brush
of one of her stuffed foxes, whose
color exactly resembled the rufous
adornments of Robert Redmayne.
When we started on his motor,cycle,
after tea, to do some work at the
Her grandfather still lived, when
first I met her, and the extent or dis-
position of his wealth seldom entered
our calculations.
But a year passed; Jennysvas ready
to wed me and begin life .as my twin
star; while I longed for her with a
great bonging. The situation cleared;
her grandfather died; she would pre-
sently be the possessor of ample
means and I already enjoyed an in-
come from the business of Pendean
and Trecarrow.
Then came the war and the sentence
of death incidentally pronounced by
that event upon the brothers Red-
mayne. Their own folly and lack of
vision were alone responsible. I did
not argue with them; it was enough
that Jenny swiftly awakened to even
a bitterer hatred and a deeper fury
of resentment than myself.. They had
roused the sleeping tempest and our
•g: rzow becmntc. only a question
of time.
I evaded active service with a heart
drug, as did some thousands of other
intelligent men. I kept a whole skin,
stopped at home and received for my
share the Order of the British Em-
pire instead of a nameless grave. It
was easy enough.
Meantime we volunteered and our
record of service at Prineetown Moss
Depot is not to be assailed. •
Already my future intention was
coloring my life. I grew a beard, wore
glasses and pretended delicacy of con-
stitution; for after the war *as done
I intended murdering three men, and
I proposed to do so in such a manner
that society would find it impossible
to associate me with the crimes,
We pretended an affection for Dart-
moor. As an example of our far-
reaching methods I may relate how
we returned to the wilderness after
the war was done and actually began
to build a bungalow upon it, which,
needless to say, we never had the least
intention of occupying.
I Lad designed first to destroy Ben-
digo and. Albert Redmayne, who had
never seen rne, and finally deal with
my o:d friend, Robert; but it was he
who cantle at the critical moment as a
land, to the slaughter and so inspired
the superb conception now familiar to
the civilized world.
The time was ripe to pluck these
men who had insulted and outraged
me; and when Bendigo Redmayne ad -
Wrigley's,
d-Wr"i e s. after' every
meal, benefits teeth,
breath, appetite and
digestion.
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After EveryMeal
It doesn't take much
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"I dropped him with one blow of my
formidable weapon."
bungalow, I took a handbag contain-
ing my costume as Giuseppe Doria—a
plain, blue serge "suit, 'coat, waistcoat
and trousers and yachtsman's eap. I
also carried a tool—the little instru-
ment with which I murdered the three
Redmaynes. It resembled the head of
a butcher's pole -axe, of great weight
with tho working end sharpened. I
made 'it in a forge at Southampton
and it lies to -day under the waters of
Como:. My bag I had taken on pre-
vious occasions to the quarry, with , a
bottle of whisky and glasses, so Robert
thought it not strange that I should
do so again. -
• We started for Foggintor and it was
still broad daylight when we got there.
I had already studied the quarry and
determined on Robert Redmayne's
resting place. You will End hire—and
the suit of clothes I was wearing that
evening -in the moraine, where it
opens fanwise from the cliff above and
spreads into the bottom beneath
Arrived at the bungalow, Robert's
first demand was a bath in the quarry
pool. To this I -had accustomed him
and we stripped and swam for ten
minutes. When we returned from the
pool into the shelter of the bungalow
it was a naked man I smote and drop -
Ped with one blow of my formidable
weapon. His back was turned and
the pole -axe head went through • his
akull like butter,
The gloaming had lana thickened to
darkness when I went my way and
laid the trail through Two Bridges,
Postbridge and Ashburton to Brix-
ham. Once only was I bothered—at.
the gate across the road by Brixham
coast -guard station; but I lifted the
motor cycle over it and presently
ascended to the cliffs of Berry Head.
Fate favored me in details, for, despite
the hour, there were witnesses to
every•step.of the route.
On the cliff I emptied my sack, east
its stuffing to the winds, fastened my
handbag to the bicycle, thrust the
blood-stained sack into a rabbit hole,
where it could not fail to be discover-
ed, and then xeturned to Robert Red-
mayno's lodging at Paignton. There
a telegram had already been sent in-
forming the landlady of his return
that night.
I changed into the serge suit, cap
•
brown shots of Doria and peaked
clothea, tweeds and show
stat boots and stockings into my
handbag with the wig and mustaches
and nay weapon.
I walked to New ton •Abbot and
tea.ehed that town before six o'clock.
At the raiTwey station I breakfasted
end presently took a train for Dart-
mouth. Before noon I reached
"Crow's Nest" and made acquaintance
with Bendigo Redmayne.
But he had little leisure for me at
this moment, for there had already
conic news from his niece of the mys-
terious fatality on Dartmoor.
Needless to say that my thoughts
were now entirely devoted to my wife
end I longed for her first communica-
tion.. Our briefest separation caused
me pain, for our souls were as one and
we had not been parted, save for my
visit to Southampton, since our mar.
ring* day.
It was her exquisite thought to in-
volve the man .from Scotland Yard.
When d sought to destroy him on
Griante and, believed that I had done
so, the man displayed an ingenuity
for which I did not give him credit
and unconsciously laid the foundation
of subsequent disaster.
The letter which Bendigo Redmayne
received and supposed had corse from
his brother at Plymouth, was posted
by Jenny on her journey to "Crow's
Nest." We had written it together a
week earlier and studied her uncl'e's
indifferent penmanship very carefully
before doing so.
We proposed to let six months pass
before the death of Bendigo Red-
mayne, and we were already content..
plating details and considering how
best to bring his brother back upon
the stage for the purpose of Ben's de-
struction, when Mark Brendori blun-
dered in upon us once again.
I swiftly brought Robert Redmayne
to life; and though, with more leisure
for refinements, I should not have
clothed him in his old attire, yet that
crude detail possessed a value of its
own and certainly served to deceive
Brendon. -
Of subsequent events, most are so
familiar that there is no need to re-
trace
. -trace them.
My tears fall when I think of my
incomparable Jenny and her astound-
ing mastery of minutiae at "Crow'a
Nest"—her finesse and exquisite touch,
her kittenlike delicacy, her cat -like
swiftness and sureness. The two be-
ings involved were as children in her
hands. Oh, precious phoenix of a wo-
man, you and I ' were of the same
spirit, kneaded into our clay!
I say. that accident made a radical
alteration of design vital, for I had
intended, on the •night when .Robert.
Redmayne would come and see Ben-
digo, to murder the old sailor in his
tower room and remove him before
morning with my wife's assistance.
But the victim postponed his awn de-
struction, for upon the night that his
death was intended; during my pre-
vious conversation with him touching,
Jenny, I had perceived, by histiumsy
glances and evidence of anxiety that
somebody else was in the tower room
—unseen.
There was but one hiding place and
but one man likely to occupy it. I did
not indicate that I had discovered the
secret and it was not the detective
who gave-.. himself away; but, once
alive to his presence, I swiftly marked
a flash of light at one of the little
ventilation holes in the cupboard and
perceived that our sleuth stood hid
within it.
Having conveyed the old sailor to
the cave, where, on my recent run up
the coast after dropping Brendon, I
had already looked in and lighted the
lamp, I landed behind him and, as his
foot touched the shore, title pole -axe
fell. He was dead in an instant and
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five minutes later his blood ran upon
the sand.
Once more my amazing wife and I
parted for a brief period and then I
had the joy of introducing her. to
Italy, where the remainder of our task
awaited us.
And now for Italy. It is true that
in my early 'manhood I had suffered
a sad •accident at dap;yes, the secret
of which was known to myenother and
myself alone. I therefore entertained
some grudge against her country; but
the fact at no tune lessened my love
for the south.
(To be continued.)
Wf.Nbvnq ..eZra
Keeping Up His Reputation.
13ug—"What makes you start out
and. then go buck -.-the other way so
often?„
Worm ---"Because the .'wohin will
turn,' you know!
It is the inevitable end of ;guilt that
it places its own punishment on a
chance which is sure to occur—L. E.
Landon,
Minard's Liniment for bursa.
Job's Patience.
"Job was a medical man, you kenow,,,
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"Haven't you ever heard of the
Patience of Job?"
Minard's Liniment for backache.
Love's Labor Lost.
Slowly and. carefully the young man,
strode up and down the little lane at
the back of his house pushing the per-
ambulator before hint.
He had fixed a weird kind of back-
rest to the handles, •and was perusing
the latest novel at the seine ante.
Presently a window was opened and
a voice hailed hire from the house,. •
"Henry! Henry!" it called,
)3ut Fleury heeded shot, An hour
later'the sane voice ealled again.
A Poem Worth Knowing.
"Ships That Pass in the Night."
This is one of the shortest and most
beautiful of the poems of -Henry Wads-
worth Longfellow, the New England
poet, whose popularity has never
waned in this country: He is not re-
garded as erre of the world's supreme
poets, but his appeal, which is a shn-
ple one, is to the multitude andnot
only to the few.
Ships that pass in the night and speak
each other in passing:
Only a `signal shown and a distant
voice in the darkness•;
So on the ocean of life we pass and
speak one a.nether,
Only a look and a voice; then dark -
nese again and. a silence.
Blue -.sponges have appeared. They
harmonize.nicely with the color sch•enie
of 'the cold-b•ath devotee.
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If f were asked to name -the .chief
difference between living in town (ae
I used to do) and living in the country
(as I now ehielly do), 1 thir(1t I shottl'ci
say that it.cousistecl in tho piece which
the moon fills in our every -day lite,
especially i r course In the dark sea -
eon of the year; It might almost b
said that we do not discover the moon'
until we live in the country. In town
It is only another and a larger lamp
hung aloft the street, We do not need
it to light us on ger way and are indif-
ferent to its coining and -going. If it
shines, well; it it does not shine, no
niattor,
Buin the country the moon is not
ari unconsidered and sasual visitor
whose' movements are of such little
account that we do not tronble to
study them. It is, on the ,contrary, the
most important • and most discussed
neighbor we' Tiave. Iii town we do not
think of the moon in neighborly terms.
It Is something remote and .foreign,
that does not conte within the scone
of our system. We should miss' the
lamp aoross the road that sends a
friendly ray through our window cur-
tains all night, and if we went' down to
Piccadilly Circus one evening and did
not seethe colored signs twinkling on
the shop -fronts lwe should feel lonely.
But if the moon did not .turn up one
evening according to plan; hardly one
Londoner in a thousand .wouldnotice
the f,
It isactotherwise with us country
bumpkins. The neighborliness of the
noon and of the stars is one of`the al-
leviations of our solitude. We have
no street lamps or pretty colored sky -
signs to look at, and so we look at the
Great Bear and Orion, the Sickle and
the Pleiades, trace out Cassiopeia's
.chair and watch to see Sirius come up
over the hilltop like a messenger bear-
ing thrilling tidings, We know they
are far 'off, but there is nothing be-
tween us, and intimacy seems to ni"ake
them curiously near and friendly. A
cloudy night that blots out the stars is
as gloomy an experience for us as an
accident at the, electric powerhome-.
that puts out the street -lights and
plunges the house in darkness is to the
dweller in Hampstead and Clapham.
The Cheerful Nights.
• ]3ut it is the moon that is our most
precious neighbor, and the hour of ill'
rising and setting regulates our coni-
ings and goings. If it failed to turn
up one night all the countryside would
know about it. There would be a uni-
versal hue -and -cry and no one would
sleep in his bed for watching. When
the sickle of the new moon appears, in
the sunset sky the cheerful nights set
in. ,,There is no • need to light the lan-
tern it we want to go to the wood -shed
onto the chieken-run at the end of the
garden to investigate some unfamiliar
sound that proceeds from thence. If
there is anything contemplated at" the
village schoolroom down in the - valley
it is fixed for an evening when the
moon is high to light us by..• road or
field -path; and when the moon is near
the full we ,reach the high festival of
our Country nights.
While I have been writing, the moon
has been gathering 'power. The night
is clear and full of stars. There is the
glisten of frost on the grass. The wind
has Pollen and the plain that glim-
mers below in the moonlight is sound-
less. It would be, a sin not to be
abroad on •such a night. Moreover,
Ben and Jeff need a run before set-
tling down for sleep. They 'love the
moonlight, too, not for its poetry but
Ifor its aid in the ceaseless, but ever
unrewarded, task of exploring rabbit-
holes and other futile bints of sports.
"Come, Ben. Come, Jeff! W'allc."—
h'rom "Many Furrows," by Alpha of
the Plough. ,
Spring in An English Village.
Rain has fallen during the night.
The morning is gray .aith thin clouds
and sunlight struggling to pierce their
filmy veil, The air is fresh and damp
and the hidden orchestra of insect
music is in full play. •
Is every spring more wonderful than
the last? Such a question conies in-
voluntarily on such .a morning. Sure-
ly apple .blossom is the chosen bloom
to decorate spring's new.. dress, For
look here or there, the orchards are •
all clad in white and pals -pink. Cow
parsley has sprung up everywhere and,.
is having its own way over grass and
flower, making a haze of grayish white
over the green; but the gay young but-
tercups will not be hidden and are
thrusting up their cups of yellow gold.
The inquisitive cow half hidden' in the
growth turns a mild eye:to inspect the
stranger, and satisfied of peaceful i•n-
ien.tion resumes a letsureler chewing,
Not far away is a long, low thatched
cottage, white and black. There is no
sign of habitation, for its back Is turn-
ed to the •orchard.and its window are
to the lints,
Youth.
1'rcanii-pied rpr il, dress'd' in • all his
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