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i BEGIN HERE TO-DAY. Samuel Honeybun, retired English yman, Fay said rain gauge filled with blood instead of water. And then comes news of the murder of-- 8ir Francis Batiop, Sache of Hal garet Lathr who , plan Murry Six any Latkrop against her - father's wish. So suspicion is directed toward Sir Guy. Margaret hides bim «+ Iu a secret room at her home. Inspector Roake of Scotland Yard an assistant, Bhsset, in the me over night, and he is murdered. Sir Guy is missing from a secret mber at the Grange. * A man believed to be in the employ of Jaems Honeybun escapes from the secret chamber when the door is opened in search of Sir Guy. NOW GO ON WITH THE STORY. Some hours later Mr. Samuel Honeybun had a card brought to him. On it was engraved the name of Mr. Hiram Z. Cable. Mr. Honeybun gave a grudging order .for admission. "Well, sir?" he said austerely when the antique fancier from Chicago was shown in. "I hardy expected--" "Nothing like a pleasant surprise," the visitor chipped in. "I know you turned me down the other day, Mr. Honeybun, but the fact is I simply couldn't keep away from that Sher aton sideboard. It has been well said that money talks. Cannot my money talk to you about that sideboard? will give you five hundred pounds for it, English." Mr. Honeybun lost his temper. "I"{ see you damned first," he splut- tered. "I thought I had made it clear to you that I wouldn't sell at any figure." Mr. Cable looked pained. "1 am sorry to have annoyed you," he said. "Evidently 1 overrated my powers of persuasion. All the same, I'll have a try to soften your heart towards a brothér collector. Suppose--" Mr. Honeybun rang the bel, "Is Mr. James in?" he inquired of the parlormaid who appeared. The parlormaid opined that Mr. James was out. In fact she had seen him start with his gun half an hour ago. "What about Wiimot, the chauf- four?" "He is at the garage, 1 think, sir. He was out since last night, but he came back a little while ago." "Go and fetch him," Mr. Honeybun commanded. "Tell him to look slippy. I've got a chucking-out job for him." If the o'd gentleman expected Mr. Hiram Z. Cable to be intimidated into flight he soon discovered his mistake. Mr. Cable sat tight till Wilmot come storming in. "Throw that man out," said Mr. Honeybun. "He has been annoying #me. © Yuor master would approve if ho were here." With cat-like agility Wilmot ad- vanced to the fray, the only break in his program being that there was no fray. He meant to seize Mr. Cable by the collar, hustle him out of the room, and so across the hall and out of the house. He got hold of the un- welcome visitor's collar all right, but then the affair was literally taken out of his hands. As slippery as an eel, Mr. Cable wriggied himself free and sprinted for the front door as though the devil was after him. "No need to chevy him," said Mr. Honeybun. "He won't ever come here Here's a quid for you, Wil mot. 3 In the meanwhile the subject of his prophecy had gained the road, and behind a convenient hedge was care- fully removing his collar. When he had wrapped the circle of white linen in several folds of tissue paper and covered the parcel with a clean hand- kerchief he bestowed it in a side pock- et, adjusted another collar to his neck, and stepped out. "If those are not the clearest finger- prints I ever obtained I shall be very much disappointed," he communed with hinself. The landlord of the inn was won- dering, and wondered till far into the evening, where his sprightly clerical was spending his time. For it was not till nearly closing time that the Reverend Charles Danvers stroll- od nspector Roake come back from n?' he asked cheerily. "Yes, sir, and gone out again," was 'reply. "He said I wasn't to sit up for him, so I gave him a key." id he seem happy, landlord?" "Not. much. ith me." On the next morning something oc- urred which carried Klyne's thoughts from Cheverel, something destin- d to carry his hody elsewhere as well. "When he entered the inn coffee-room for breakfast the Daily Planet was d by his Plate, and at another table now aloof Rouke was scowling sr anothar copy of the same journal. men did not even nod to each # propped his newspaper a cruet frame and, as soon as he was served, began to scan the por s. The Dally Planet had a ical sensation, and a ught the reader's ile was a bit short thet on viekinyg his rain-gauge at the rt hour or the previous day, ir. | [Stas Stampage of Ruxton, Suffolk, {had found the gauge half full of a red fluid which, on analysis after in- quiries duly instituted, proved to be human blood. CHAPTER XV, So late in the afternoon of that day . he descended from a crawling train at | a tiny branch station reeking with the tang of adjacent salb-marshes. It was raining heavily, | The only railway servant on the platform was an ancient man who doubled the parts of station-master and porter. "Phew!" Klyne addressed this worthy as he handed over his ticket, "there'll be something besides blood for Mr. Stampage's rain-gauge te ister to-morrow moning." "You be another Lunnon newspaper chap?" queried the old man. "There's been a lot of em down here to-day." "Where are they stopping? asked Klyne. "Is there an inn?" "Nary an inn, nor yet a pub," was the reply. "They've most of "em gone to Beccles for the night, and the rest of 'em will go by the last train." "Then that's what I must do," said i Klyne, leaving it to be inferred that !the station-master's diagnosis of his professional calling was correct. He took a few steps and turned back. "Can you tell me where Mr, Stam- page lives and how far?" he asked. "Big house on the edge of the marsh, matter of half a mile straight up the road," was the information tendered, Klyne stepped out briskly, thankful that he had brought a waterproof coat. The driving rain obscured all | but nearby objects, and though for over a minute he had heard footsteps i As slippery as an eel, Cable wriggled himself free and sprint- ed for the front door as though the devil were afier him. approaching it was only when the wayfarer was passing that Klyne recognized him as a journalistic ac- quaintance. He cultivated the best of relations with the Press. "Why, Knowles!" he exclaimed. "You are working this red rain stunt, I suppose. I thought I recognized your roman fist in that news item in the Planet this morning." The other pedestrian expressed joy in a sound like a gurgle ending in a grunt. He was a hawk-nosed, ca- daverous fellow of indeterminate age. Where the crime specialist moved on the earth there was generally "copy" to be garnered. Hence his joy at the meeting. "Yes, Mr. Klyne, it's little oid Ted Knowles all right," he made answer. "And I am real glad to meet you, as it shows you're on the Lathrop end of the case. That's all to the good, but 1 am mostly glad because I can save you a heap of trouble in this beastly weather in this beastly place. It isn't a bit of good you're going on. Mr. Stampage is a human clam or oyster. | Tight shut. He orderd me off just) now, and threatened me with a shot- gun if I didn't clear." Kiyne did not geem impressed. "If Stampage is that sort of person," he said, "how did you get that para- graph for this morning's paper?" "From the rustics, and eventually from the police.' "How do the police account for it?" "By the line of the least resistance, as they always de.. They think that 'the _thing is the work of some local 'practical joker who took his cue from the two cases that have already oc- curred. They are working on that theory, trying to discover person who furnished the blood. I do not share their opinion. It strikes me that all three instances, including the five" said Klyne. "There's . very | - joking to it, Knowles, and there's ' only one murder--Sir Francis La-| throp's. The two later cases were mere camouflage to cover the first. | Well, I am grateful to you for your | warning, but I am going to scrap it, | od man. I chal! go on and beard the; redoubtable Stampage in his den. By, the way, have you picked up any in-; formation about him?" a] "Hang it! It's like chatting in a showerbath," grumbled the journalist. "Yes, I've got one or two crumbs. He is a retired surgeon, formerly prac-| ticing as a specialist in London. Made a bit of a reputation. Now practically a recluse and very popuar among his humble neighbors. 1 gather that he's a mean od devil, keeping tight purse strings." "It all fits in," rejoined Klyne cryp- tically. "Well, I"ll see you later if you are going to put up at Beccles to- night. _I hear there's no sleeping ac- commodation here." "Not for a dead dog," was the dis- gusted reply. "Yes, 1 shall stay in Beccles and come back to Ruxton for another mcneh round to-morrow." (To be continued.) eee eee What's the Use? "It is vain to serve God; and what profit is it that we have kept his or- dinance?" These are the wonds that the prophet Malachi puts in the mouths not of bad, people but of dis- couraged good people. They hed been trying hard to do right, end things went wrong. They had been courage- ous, but their courage seemed of no avail. They thought they had been missing a great deal of pleasure, that they had "walked In funeral garments before the Lord." The complaint that religion is a kill-joy is not as modern as people suppose. 'What if righteousness does not pay, in the sense in which some people think of pay? What if a good man has to give as many dollars a ton for coal as a bad man, and his bread and cakes cost just as much whether he loves his neighbor as himself or not? What if righteousness is sometimes expensive, | an actual disadvantage? Still which of us is willing to meaure profit and loss in that way? Maybe the three hundred men who fought with Leomi- das sometimes growled that their ra- tions were bad. Maybe the immortal six hundred at Balaclave sometimes stormed and blustered because their pay wae small. But which of them, looking back on the record, would now say that the final estimate of reward was so be made in that fashion? It would be easy to show, and has often been shown, that in the long run righteousness is profitable; but it is not well to stress that fact ufiduly. As soon as we convince ourselves that "honesty ig the best policy" we are in danger of being only so far honest as policy requires. No, it is better to serve God in funeral garments and live a joyless life of bondage to duty than to have no higher standard of re- ward than the commercial. But that is not the way the prophet ends the matter. Even those discour- aged people who sometimes doubt whether it pays to be good are not to be harshly caet aside as of no account. "They shall be mine, saith the Lord, in that day when I makeup my jewels." That is high reward promised to people who are almost discouraged in pursuit of righteousness. It is worth striving for. Didn't Like His Face. Snowman--*I wish the kids that made me had peen a little more ar- tistie!" pf Coral, an old-time favorite long de- spised, is usurping the place of jade in popularity. 'high, and mounted on a | two rooms, The tree started to grow in ntafuing 50,000 beard fect of Mmber, A SMART DAYTIME FROCK. 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From Hampstead Heath is revealed Most clearly-beloved Fuji: The cherry-blossom at Kew Is still our "sakura" to me: So all people and things are still to me Japanese, Since I see them through Nippon eyes. --Gonnoske Komai, in "Dreams from China and Japan." --------y pn A Few Moments \ ~-Of thoughtfulness is worth a week of apologies. . --Of getting the facts is worth a year of guesswork. --Of silence is an antiseptic much slander. --Of_ restitution is worth many months of excuse making. --Of delivering the goods is worth an eternity of alibi shooting." --Of justice is worth more many long and empty prayers. --Of work is worth a lifetime of wishing. for than RP Ly Minard's Linlment for Colds. _ | right hand with the fingers toward the | spectators, and he band wil not be seen 3 srk Inches and trailer. . It is 16 feet long and divided into | cat was 811 feet high, 1492, and when {ing the place of a stalk. It is placed -| finger, and catch the loose loop with | tall on the, floor, An extra hand for the housewife help her in cooking her vegetables while she attends to other duties is what a woman's clever little invention; called a "handee," claims to be. In appearance it is ike a haif-open flower made of tin, with a wooden handle tak- cver the greens in the water, and the steam escaping through slots in the "petals" prevents any boiling over. As It is flexible it fits pans of different sizes, This little gadget for greens hes been used for a couple of years by the inventor in her own kitchen, and so many people who saw it said that they wanted one like it and asked where they could get it that finally she decided to patent it, and it was shown at a recent exhibition of inventions. Another very clever invention is a tuck-away seat for a small kitchen or kitchenette. It has metal supports with a wooden seat and back and is at- tached to the leg of the table. When not in use the back folds over and the whole chair swings under the table. The single leg rises automatically so as not to tear the carpet. A mop for many purposes is also a woman's device. It combines a mop, a triangular scrubbing brush that will go in the corners, and a cloth with an ingenious apparatus for wringing it out automatically so that the floor can be scrubbed over without the hands touching the water. New Comfort. Among the various notions for cook- ing is a kettle with a flat front on which it can be rested while the user is stirring starch, the lid, with a rust- less hinge, being placed at the back to facilitate the filling of the kettle. There is also an aluminum saucepan which can be used on the top of an ordinary. saucepan to form a double cooker. A new design for silver and plated. forks and spoons is €o simple that one wonders that nobody thought of it be- fore. The handles are ever so slightly bent over so that they cannot possibly slip into the plate. Thess are made in very good-looking old English and Heppelwhite patterns. This idea is high chair, For Craft Workers, possibilities of home knitting in sever al colors' by means of some little gad- gets for attaching to the thumb or first finger of the left hand. It was thought of by a womaa to help her in the task of knitting a Fair Isle jumper for a six- foot son. Bhe wearied of the task and almost decided to waste the two pounds of wool in which she had in- vested. And then she realized that shé was not making use of her hands, the left hand being employed only in holding the work. She therefore set about to design three little {vorine attachments which have enabled her to develop a new and quick method of knitting of which the underlying basis is the fullest use of both hands. The second device will be invaly- able to the plain sewer, the dress maker, and the woman who makes her own frocks. It isa simple aluminum holder that can be put onto any table for holding the work, thus doing away with the old ursatistactory method of pinning it or the knees. The holder does not tezr anw fabric as the pin is apt to, and makes the work go much more speedily. A woman who is her also a woman's, Her husband has some little swallow-handled forks, for serving dates or preserved fruits, which also catch on-the edge of the dish. Inventions for the convenience and comfort of the reader included a pocket desk, a very simple, collapsible arrangement which is slung around the neck and forms a support on which a book can rest; and a very delightful combined book-marker and folding book-stand to prop the book up on a table. It Is very light and can be car- ried on the book. The latter has heen Lpatented by a woman. Home Convenience. A curtain hook that will neither rust nor come undone, letting the curtain fall in unsightly gaps like the ordinary gafety pin with a hook on it, is the invention of a woman of title. It is very simple indeed and-meets- a great need. Another woman has planned a clothes line which she has been using herself for some time. This can be attached to two or three hooks on the picture rail in a kitchén-dining room. When not in use the whole line is The Best Trick of the Week. The Flying Ruler. This is a very surprising trick. Take an ordinary ruler and hold it in your right fist, Suddenly, at you command, the ruler will rise gp in your hand. Then you push it down again, and this time it leaps high in the air. Both the hand and the ruler may be ex- amined. . A fairly large, but thin, rubber band is required. Slip it over the right fore- the right thumb. Take tho ruler in your left hand and stand several feet away from the spectators. Close your hand ina loose fist, and push the ruler down in the fist with the left hand. The end of the ruler will etigage the elastic. Hold your Releape pressure gradually, and the ruler wil slide up. Push it down again, release it suddenly, and the ruler will Jump, Immediately let the rubber band yl) _ A safety First Lamp. planned a variation in the shape of | self a professional needleworker and makes most beautiful things is the in- ventor of it, She has used it for sey: eral months and feels that she could not work without it now, Cushioned Coat. It was while sitting on the seashore in North Devon where, as she express- ed it, "the scenery is so glorious and the rocks are so hard," that & woman thought of the idea of having air cus- hions fixed into detachable coat lin. ings. These linings will go into any coat and as the alr valves are in front the cushions mey be Inflated and de- flated without removing the coat. The pleasure of a country or sea- side walk will be many times increased when most unpromising resting places can be turned into a comfortable seat by means of this cushioned coat, and as one cushion is fixed across the shoulders, even a tree trunk wid no longer-be an al-too-Hard support. The linings are made either in light weight, but nice-looking materials, for quite a moderate price, or in rich brocades, and when the cushions are not in use the coat has an absolutely normal ap- pearance. . narrative-~told in detail in "The Story of the Port of London," issued by the Port of London Authority.. But what does the Thames mean to London to- day? Of the vast army of London's work- ers, manual and mental, it is estimated that 98,000 out of every 100,000 "live on the Thames." Yes, that puzsles. Your work, and the reward it brings, may not seem to have the remotest connection with the Thames. Think hard, however, and track it back. A link -- another -- another -- and" you . touch the Thames! The following in- stances may help: "Do you sell shoes? Well, the leather was brought, as hides, in one of the thousand ships that*every day pass Gravesend. If you sel fruit, most of that came Thames-wise to London, You may be employed in the home, say, of a Smithfield meatsalesman or a Mincing Lane tea-broker. Well, the. meat and the tea came to London on the Thames, and thus you, through _ your employer, are living on the re- sults of the ames. z & And think of the direct work it Dockers, wharfingers, lighter stevedores, sailors, engineers, vi men, army! On that Thames-living army lives another one--the one that feeds and clothes it. The direct Thames- earned wages spent each week run in. to millions. If by some convulsion of Britain's crust the Thames went back to the Wash, would be appalling. Unemployment, . destitution, starvation would result, in autumn. London would become a shake the world. a - Men Who Spend Millions. w, That is one way of showing what the ture has been under and not over paint. Nothing, for instance, has been said of the wealth that comes into Lon don, distributing itself all over the = community, from the fact that the Thames-creaed traffic draws to Lone - don a wealthy figating population of business men and buyers from all parts of the world. They spend money --milions in & year. That is all to London's good as a whole, for the hotel also spend. The money passes on. = Music and Literature. ho ing have at some time or another found enjoyment in considering thelr favorite heroes or heroines in fiction, Wouid Put Up the Price. - Bore--"If 1 just had thie price I cer- tainly would travel." She (eagerly)--"I hava several cat checks I can let you have," . et Using the Imagination. A small boy solemnly sat by side of a pool, fishing. 8 5 'What are you : fiehing for, little men?' asked a man who was passing. "Sharks," replied the boy. "But there are no sharks in that pool, my little man." said the man, "There ain's any fish in the pool," answered the child stolidly, "so T ] as well fish for sharks as any- thing else." i A new mine Safety mp has been |. po far into 4 wrote bis They e the types beloved by the great dramatists or novelists; they comment upon the varieties of char "acter displayed by the personalities * who moved through the works of the : same author; they may even go as far - as to write critical studies upon them. Shakespeare's heroines are as' miliar as our friends. Mosi of us have admired Scott's Jeanie Deans, have heaved a sigh over Lucy Ashton, or been aggravated by the genteel he havior of } Belleden, while to this Castlewood as if she wore a rea! port son. / Trey AM this is delightful, but one is to fancy the pleagure to belong to {realm of literature alone, forgett that rousic is also a lang: great dramatists and ton expressed true, for music, as no means of di human expression, began its BE discove where between pro-. packers the staffs in the great ware: houses and at the docks--a veritable '~ the plight of London + and bankrupticies would be as leaves derelict city, and the disaster would - Thames means to London, and the pfo- Most people with a taste for reads proprietors and tradesmen. who take... = -o-