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The Green Seal
By CHARLES EDMONDS WALK
Author of "The Silver Blade," "The Paternoster Ruby,"
"The Time Lock," etc.
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CHAPTER V.—(Cont'd).
The whole proceeding was, in truth,
singular; of a nature to render one
vexed with impatience because curi- I
osity was raised to a high pitch only!
to be—wilfully, it seemed—disap- j
pointed. and unsatisfied. .A. man will I
not journey half -way round the world
to interview a comparatively obscure!
young lady stenographer, whom he
has never seen, unless the motive im-
pelling him to do so is extremely
potent.
Then, to keep the long trail blazed,!
as it were, with letters and a tele-
gram, only to have the traveler van-
ish at the journey's end, had the ef-
feet of plunging an already myster- I
ions episode into yet greater mystery.!
There was something positively un-'
canny, about it.
"Anyway," I reflected aloud after
this unique correspondence had been!
considered at length, "either your;
quasi -confirmation of Strang's belief
about. the tattoo -mark, or else some
factor in your letters to him, not
obvious but immanent—what he read
between the lines, possibly—hastened
his determination to come to America.
Did you show these letters to your
Aunt Lois?"
"Yes. But they only puzzled her;
and excited her curiosity as much as
they did me. She never heard of any
James Strang,
"They frightened her, too, I be-
lieve, ,She was obstinate—refused to
supply me with the information that
might have enabled me' to answer all
his questions more fully. Aunt Lois
warnedme, repeatedly to be careful
lest something terrible come out of
it, But I couldn't see any possible
cause for alarm:. I was not deaf to
the underlying note of sincerity that
marks all the letters, and I don't think
1 did•,anything either rash or unbe-
coming -in answering them—do you?"
Most -emphaticalli, I did not. And
I was saying so' when Stub knocked
and entered. His eyes were shining
with'stippressed- excitement, but be-
fore giving hitii my attention I sup-
plemented to Miss Fox:,
"If you don't mind, I'll keep these
letters for while..I should like to.
study them over a leisure. It .may
be advisable to report the matter to
the police; Strang -whoever he is—.
may have met with foul play. P11
gladly 'take the matter . off your
hands" '
Stub , Could ' restrain himself no.
longe!''
"Bosh," he interrupted. in anex-
cited 'undertone, "there's a gum -shoe.
out zrl`the office right now wanting to
see you.n,
Miss Pox and I both fixed upon him ,
a blank stare, .
"Gum -shoe!;' I echoed_ "What on
earth do.you mean?"
The imp fairly writhed with vex-
ation oyei my obtuseness.
"Flbow,=bull�slent'—detective," he
rattled ,'off., ."It's Heinle Struber.
He's dead Anxious to see you, too,
boss".
Miss.arox.rosehastily,as if to re-
tire.
"Wait, L charged herr'"This might
have to,.do with the v.es' thing we
have been discussing. I can't imagine
otherwise 'why n" deteetive should fa-
vor me with a call,"
She moved over to a window, turn-
ing her back to the room, and at a
nod from hie Stith sprang at the door
and had..it invitingly open all in one
motion.
So promptly hg to suggest that he
had bosh 'waiting not far away, a
hatchet-faced' Man entered. Ho
winked covertly and knowingly . at
Stub, flatted' a sharp glance at Miss
Fox's 'bask, and ,then smiled ingra-
tiatingly at me: }le Was holding
something in his hand.
"Sorry to bother' yuli, Mr. Perris,"
he began, "but I want to asic yuh a
few questions on an important mat-
ter. I'm a city detective; Struber's
my name."
"Without waiting for my consent,
he advanced and laid upon my blot-
ting -pad the object he was carrying.
It was a small, right-angled strip of
white pasteboard—that is, it was
shaped like a carpenter's square.
"Can you identify that?" he asked,
regarding me shrewdly.
For the life of me, I could not re-
strain a start. Right at the angle,
in small type that was unmistakably
familiar, appeared my office tele-
phone number. On the instant I
knew what this fragment of paste-
board meant.
It was the remainder of the card
from which had been cut the address
on the parcel enclosing the diamond.
CHAPTER VI.
I glanced up from the bit of card
and into the eyes of Mr. Struber.
What I saw there warned me that,
officer of the law or not, he was no
proper person in whom to confide a
matter so weighty as the diamond.
Behind his deferential—I might al-
most say cringing—mein, I saw sly-
ness -and cynical distrust; it would
have required no great temptation, I
fancied, to kindle cupidity in his
heart.
Lest, however, I excite his suspi-
cions it behooved me to say some-
thing, and by way of answer I reach-
ed into a drawer of my desk and
brought forth one of my professional
cards. I placed this beside the trim-
med border ' and beheld Mr. Struber
give a slight nod of satisfaction.
"Just as I thought," said he. "Now
then, the question is to learn who it
was cutone of your cards like that,
and why he did it" And then, in the
most matter-of-fact tone, as if he
were uttering the veriest common-
place,' he added: "You know Steve
Willets, I.s'pose-"
Mr. Struber got thus far, and stop-
ped., With the, mention' of the name
Miss. Fox uttered a little cry and
wheeled from the. window. Tense and
frightened, she. stood staring at the
detective. Stub was so electrified
with mingled emotions of rapture and
antioipafion, that I curbed an impulse
to send him from the room, which
just then would have been an act of
sheer cruelty,
After a brief•questioning regard of
the startled girl, Mr. Struber turned
to me again and completed what he
had started to say:
"Was he evera client of yours?"
I refused to be surprised. Indeed, I
felt I had passed the stage where
anything that might have happened
would appear, unusual or strange. If
Mr. Struber had suddenly been trans-
formed into a monkey. and gone caper-
' ing and chattering around the room, I
believe I would have regarded it un-
moved as a part of the crazy situa-
tion in which I was so confusedly
groping. So I 'replied calmly:.
"My practice does not extend to
the criminal branch of the law. It
would be impossible for me to name
1. everybody .who might have access to
my cards. They are for the accom-
modation of any one likely to have
•business withme."
A disappointed expression over-
spread Mr. Struber's lean, twisted
expression.
"Just so," he complained, darting a
furtive glance at Miss Fox, who had
not stirred . again. "I looked for.
somethin' o' the kind."
"Perhaps," I offered, "ifyou tell me
why you mentioned Willets .incon-
nection with this fragment of card,
and tell me under what circumstances
it came into your possession, I may
be able to give you some, informa-
tion."
The man drew a long breath, and
his regard,, taking on a doubtfulex-
pression, shifted froth Miss Fox to
Stub. She moved over to a chair,
upon which she leaned, watching the
detective intently.
"Might as well, I s'poee," he said
hesitantly; "but it ain't a matter to
pass round too freely."
I acknowledged both look and hint
by banishing Stub,
"Miss Fax," I explained, "is as much
interested as I am. Anyway she, is
in my confidence."
Mr. Struber helped himself to .the
chair facing me, and sat holding his
derby hat against his bosom while he
tailced.
"Well, it's quite .a Tittle story—a
blamed funny one, too. This morn-
ing Billy Hatfield sends word to
headquarters that something queers
on at the Republic Hotel, where Billy's
chief clerk. The Republic, y' under-
stand, ain't what yuh'd call a swell
hotel, and queer things is pulled off
there every once in a while. So Billy
an' me's pretty good friends,
"'What's on?' says I when I see
Billy, And he tells me this:
"Some time Saturday afternoon a.
guy registered at the Republic. IIe
signs his name S. Willets,' just like
that—'S, Willets,' He writes down
after it `Johore Bahru' as the place he
hails from.'
At this point I stole a glance at
Miss Fox; but the name manifestly
was unfamiliar to her, and her pretty
countenance was not altered from' its
look of deep interest.
"The Old Man," Mr. Struber pur-
sued, "he looks up this Johore Bahru
place, an' finds it's a tank town in
the Malay Peninsula, where one
brand o' Chinks comes from."
Here the girl grew more alert; she
had herself too well in hand now,
however, to betray her profound con-
cern by another sign.
"When Billy sees 'S. Willets' ori.his
register he thinks it's just a josh an'.
lets it go at that. People don't al-
ways give their real names, y' know,
at joints like the Republic an' Billy
he's not the kind o' guy what butts
in where he ain't got no business to.
He's a pretty good scout, Billy is, an'
he notices that this Willets is nerv-
ous an' fidgety, like somethin' don't
set well on his chest. That ought to
a -put Billy next that the guy wasn't
in no frame o' mind to be handin' out
any kind o' josh just at that time; but
somehow Billy doesn't notice, or think
about it.
"Well, sir, this Willets is shown a
room, an' he must a -went out some-
wheres soon after, for he don't show
up any more till 'way after supper.
Then he breezes in an' proceeds to
bawl out Mr. Corrigan—Billy Hat-
field's off duty then, an' Corrigan's
the manager—swearing somebody's
broke into his room arid gone through
his baggage. There was signs all
right that this Willets guy was tell-
ing the truth; but there wasn't noth-
ing missing. Corrigan makes him
turn out everything and check up his
belongings, but he admits nothing is
gone.
"Yet that doesn't quiet him, and he
seems kind o' frightened till Corrigan
gives him a room on another floor.
This all happens Saturday night.
"They leaves the guy in his new
room -424 it was; fourth floor, look-
ing out on Spring Street—and that's
the last anybody about the hotel ever
see of him. That's why Billy tele-
phones in to headquarters this morn-
ing and wants to see me."
"But my card," I took advantage of
this pause to inquire, "where does it
come in?"
"I'In just ready for that. First
thing after hearing what Billy and
Corrigan and all the rest has to -say, I.
took a slant at the inside of 424. The
only things that look like a clue I find
on a dinky little table. There was
some wrapping -paper there, like as
if he'd done up a package; then the
table was scratched where he'd been
cutting something with a pocket-
knife. The edge of card shows what
that was, and Central give me the
name belonging to the telephone num-
ber."
Up to this stage I had formed no
very high opinion of Mr. Struber's
astuteness; now, without the slightest
warning, he gave me a genuine jolt
of surprise. In the same colorless
tone that marked the balance of his
recital, he asked: '
"Who is this guy, Mr. Ferris? What
was it he sent you ?"
"I haven't the least idea who the.
man can be," I assured him. "And
what in the world makes you think
he sent Inc something?"
Mr, Struber's regard roamed over
roe in a speculative way,
preccaatin'gly behindxhis'hat,z" lhatt.else.
could he e.been (loin' if he didn't wrap
up a package? An' then, who else
was it for, seein''he pastes ono o' your
own ;eards on for a label? Must a -
been is small package, too, or he
wouldn't ii -hoed to trim the card,"
I contemplated the detective na'r-
rowdy; even with a twinge of appre.
hension, It was beginning to dawn
in my mind that the appearance of
the man might he deceptive in more
ways than one; certainly he was
shrewder than a casual glance at his
twisted features, totally wanting any
force of character, or his shabby cloth-
ing, indicated. His maladroitness wee
disarming;. yet his, quick deductions
were taking my breath away with
their undeniably plausibility, If .I
were not watchful he would have me
talking about the diamond despite my-
self. '
"I can only repeat," said 1, "that I
can not imagine who the man is. As
to your conclusion that he sent me a
parcel of any description, you are
mistaken."
Mr. Struber's ferret eyes narrow-
ed as they again surveyed me. I had
an uncomfortable feeling that he was
checking off the details of myappear-
ance. In a bit his ion'g knuckly fin-
gers began drumming absently upon
the crown of his hat, and he appeared
to be pondering. Presently he said,
without addressing anybody in par-
t' l
ar-ticular •
"Funny thing. D' yuh know, this
guy what signs his • 'o 'S. Willets'
answers Steve's de..,. `ion to a dot.
When Billy describes him to me I'
shows him Steve's gallery picture.
Billy says: 'Put a ragged gray mous-
tache on that fella'—meaning Steve—
'an' give him a mop o' gray hair, an'
he's the man'—meanin' the guy what's
disappeared."
All at once his glance, concentrat-
ing in a keen, penetrating look, trav-
eled to Miss Fox.
"What do you know 'bout Steve Wil-
lets, Miss?" he politely asked.
Taken thus off her guard, Miss Fox
paled and drew back with a little
of dismay.
gasp ?" she exclaimed. But before she
had time to reply further, I sharply
interfered.
"Here, Struber, a joke's a joke. But
you will please leave Miss Fox out of.
this discussion. I am very busy, and
I've given you a good bit of my time;
I'm sorry I could be of no more assist-
ance."
In the face of this curt hint Mr.
Struber could scarcely do less than
take his leave, which he did at once,
mumbling unintelligible apologies.
The instant the door closed behind
him Miss Fox hastened to my desk
and dropped into hex' accustomed
place. Her face was pale, her eyes
were enormous with anxiety and tre-
pidation.
(To be continued.)
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If singleness is bliss, it is folly to
marry.
The United Kingdom produces only
one-fifth of the wheat which it con-
sumes.
Sir Hiram Maxim's many inven-
tions include roundabouts and mouse-
traps.
It has been estimated that each in-
habitant of England uses ninety
bricks a year.
Blondes should avoid the Lighter
shades of blue, which gives an ashy
appearance to the complexion.
The greatest known age attained by
an insect was that of a queen ant,
which Sir J. Lubbeck kept alive for
nearly fifteen years.
The necklaces worn by the native
women of the Congo are large metal
collars, weighing as much as thirty
pounds.:
A witty clergyman awakened his
rather •drowsy congregation by say-
ing,"My dear friends, I have come
here to preach 'a sermon, not to re-
feree a sleeping match."
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Chester's Speech.
Chester Thompson did not like to
"speak pieces." There are few boys
who really enjoy declamation in
school, but for Chester the day was
particularly full of terrors. He was
not shy or sensitive among his mates,
but when he faced an audience, even
though it was made up wholly of those
same school friends; he promptly for-
got what he had learned, and felt as
if he were walking off a high cliff
into space.
Chester felt ashamed of this weak-
ness and tried hard to overcome, it,
but with poor success. Now he was'
face to face with something far worse
than speaking in school. In only two
days more he must stand in the vil-
lage square, beside the new drinking
fountain, and deliver an address be-
fore all the people gathered there.
How could he ever do it?
Several years earlier, Chester had
joined the Band of Mercy, and his love
for pets and all animals had led him
to remain a member when many • of
the boys of his age had dropped out.
Now he was its president, and this
was why they had selected him to
speak at the dedication of the beauti-
ful drinking fountain that had been
given to the village. His pride would
not let him evadethe task, but how he
dreaded it! With the help of his
teacher he had prepared a brief ad-
dress, and as he said it over and
over, hewas rather proud of it; but
he felt absolutely sure that every
word of it would fly from his mind in
the panic of the moment.
That is what Chester was thinking
of one day while he was walking along
the road just outside the village. He
stopped to watch two men who were
loading a cart with gravel. When
the men had filled the cart, one of
them spoke sharply to the horses and
they plunged forward; but the rear
wheels were deep in the ditch and
the horses could not start the heavy
load. The driver again called loudly
to them, and struck them with his
whip. As the willing span etrained
again at the tugs, one of them slip-
ped and fell on its side.
Perhaps the horse was discouraged.
Perhaps it was eptangled in the har-
ness.
arness. Anyway, it lay there with
quivering sides while the driver leap-
ed forward and struck it again with
his whip. It' was a cruel thing and a
foolish thing to do, and the sight was
More than Chester could bear in
silence. Indignation boiled within
him, and before he really knew what
he was doing, he found himself be-
side the angry driver and speaking to
him with a great earnestness that
caused the man to turn in amaze-
ment.
Chester could never remember just
what he said. Fragments of things
that he had learned at the Band of
Mercy meetings and snatches of his
carefully prepared address for the
dedication of the drinking fountain
mingled with the simple and common-
sense plea that he made for kinder
treatment for the fallen horse.
The anger left the driver's eye and
he flushed under his .tanned skin.
"Well, you: are right, young man," he
said. "And how you can talk—for a
little fellow.
Chester and the driver helped the
horse to its feet, patted its nose, and
removed a little of the load, and then
the man drove away with no more
loud words or use of the whip,
Chester said nothing about what
had happened until after the dedica-
tion exercises at the new fountain
were over. When his teacher, among
many others, congratulated him and
told him how splendidly he had done,
'he told her briefly about the driver
and the fallen horse.
"I knew I could do it after that," he
said. "It wasn't simply that I found
I could forget myself and talk when
I had something to say, but it gave a
wholly new meaning to the address
that you helped me prepare."
"That is the only way that anyone
can speak well in public," said his
teacher; "that is, to have something
to say that is worth saying, and to
'put the whole heart into it."—Youth's
Companion.
A Careful Dealer.
A dejected, sallow, friendless -look-
ing, low-spirited man ,walked into the
grocery store:
"I want some clothesline," he said.
"Whatcher yant it for?" asked the
man behind the counter.
"To hang clothes ore—the old lady's
washing to -day."
"She is, Leh?" said the shopkeeper,
giving his customer the once over
from head to foot. "Well, you go
back and tell her to come down here
and get it herself, The only way a
fellow looking like you do can buy
rope from me is on a prescription."
•
The "Hohenzollern Luck" is a plain
gold ring, with a black stone, in the
possession of the Kaiser. Frederick
the Great received it from his .father
with a note; declaring that so long as
it remained in the family the race
would prosper.
HAS LONG SINCE PASSED THE EXPERIMENTAL STAGE
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critical tests, shows asugar purity of 99.99 per cent., as per
Government analysis. For successful 'jams and preserves
you can always absolutely depend upon St. Lawrence Sugar
as its quality never varies. Remember, the slightest foreign
matter or impurity in sugar will prevent your jellies from
setting and cause your preserves to become sour or ferment.
FSE R Y
It well worth your while to ask for St. Lawrence
Extra Granulated, and tomake sure. that you obtain it.
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Nows and Gossip,
Do you remember the old Prince of
Walos plumes with which we Were
disposed to decorate our headgear?
They have returned, but disguised
under the name of "Marquise.' Time
was when feminine royalty alwayP
wore 'these three slender, tightly curl-
ed and upright' little plumes; upon
state occasions, and very regal indeed
they are, tool Georgette, Odette; Va-
ron, Talbot, andnearly all the Paris
modistes are showing the Marquise.
The French callthe wide flat sailor
the "canotier." The Bordeaux color-
ed hat is the proper thing now on the.
other, side. It combines ' well, with
the ever -ready blue serge,,lool;e stun-"
ping with black and white, and doesn't
kick up an inharmonious rumpus
when worn with sand color or beige. ,
Bordeaux,is new and distinctive, and,
as you must soon be selecting your
autumn helmet, ask for the color that
is now having a decided vogue in '
Paris.
The English- paddock -coat -is inter-
esting, and .is meeting with *consider-
able inverted plait down the centre of
the back. The sleeves are long, lined
throughout, and banded with -beaver.
Anbther paddock coat is of green vel-
veteen, fastened with smooth ball -but-
tons of ivory. A few models introduce
a black 'Modification which consists of
two bias bands crossed at the back. A
wool jersey mixture is called a "con-
vertible" coat, as it may be worn
either as a street coat or a semi -dress.
It has modified raglan sleeves. Army
mixture is the material used for mo-
tor coats. One garment on disRlaY
appears very "fussed for motor
boating, as it has beaver and braid
decorations.
While the fabric and fashion indus-
tries of France are picking up every
day, the interest in fashions in Lon-
don is decidedly tobogganish. It is
said that the business of the big re-
tail shops in the English metropolis
is practically at a standstill, and the
only sign of elaborate dress is observ-
ed at a few midnight parties at the
Savoy. England is keeping all of her
knit goods and wool cloths for her
soldiers, but France is taking care of
her own, and sending to this country
the most beautiful fabrics that were
ever formed by loom -metallic bro-
cedes, embroidered failles,wonder-
fully dyed ribbons, embossed velvet,
everything indeed that lovely woman
may desire for her personal decora-
tion and adornment!
The high hat crowns that are ap-
pearing belong to the directoire per-
iod. There is a possibility that the
becoming undulating brims of soft
felts may disappear entirely in favor
of the stiff, unyielding frame. Most
of the fuzzy. felts come from Austria,
and are scarce. The medium and high
crowns will mean a decided change
from the flat sailors, close turbans
and tight -fitting torpedo. The styles
include Girondin, Louis Phillipe and
second empire period fashions. There
are beautiful models of picture hats
that are entirely new, and it is a
sure guess that the small shapes will
be more fascinating than over.
A model in navy blue serge is of
the one-piece type. Whore the waist
and skirt join, is seen a heavy silk
cord which encircles the waistline,
disappearing under two affixed 'tabs,
and then crossing the front, where it .
is carelessly knotted at one side. The
tabs are about five inches in•width'
and at the base are heavily embroid-
ered in black silk cord. The surplice
bodice opens over a vest of white
serge with Grecian design embroid-
ery. The same embroidered serge is
used as cuffs.
A chanteuse navy dress in suit ef-
fect has the collar and cuffs of krim-
mer fur,. One side of the coat and
around the bottom the triinrning orf
krimmer.is used again. The Russian
blouse closes high at the neck. The'
skirt is very full and rippled.
SAVAGES AND EYESIGHT.
Our Sight Today Is as Good as That
of. Savage Races.
Does the life led by savages quicken
their power of eyesight and their
sense of hearing?
There is little doubt but that their
sense of hearing is trained to a re-
markable degree. The very silcnees
among which they live, their sports
and recreations, all train the ear to
such an extent that comparison with
an individual who lives in the hub of
the universe is hardly fair.
Rut in the case of eyesight we have
the pull over them, notwithstanding
the fact that the average civilised
man and woman abuse .their eyesight,
every day. The most recent tests
prove that -our eyesight ta•day is quite
as good as that of savage 'races, if
not better!
And, whet le more, the eyesight
capacity of then who :existed thous-
ands of years ago was very stroller
to that of men today, This 'Is proved
by the fact that in. the writings of the
ancients, the conspicuous star,cluster,
Pleiades, popularly known as the
Seven Stars, appeared lo them as to
its, since 11 is only the six brightest
whichwere and are visible with the
naked eye, although by Very bright
moonlii:ht one smaller star was also.
vislbie then as it is to-dpy,
The more some people tell you the
less you believe.