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belleve in following up that accursed 6
ry one into whose posses-
sion it has been. From
Is to the present
tragedy in the familly of its owner’
“But the nec ace ty too waluabl
zing the Crime
auld
and took sev-
t the moment
me jaw that his nerves
t need your help,” said he. “I
don’t care whether I ever again see that
sir; I did not send for
infernal stone. 0
yo soot eeening, Mr. Telifair.”
He opened the door ang owed
t hall I turned and looked wonderingly
thus after
at the cool head
his own roof.
what ype taken place under
Was hi
“But you will have the affair inv! estigated
especial wife dies?” I inquired,
halting under the Melectrie globe in the wide
hallway.
That’ “3 for me to decide,” ws {he reply.
the shall, take such steps as I
tate B0 no further, for at that moment a
figure rete down ‘the steps and a yolce
sai
vis a over. Your wife is dead, Mr.
Marto
I Toolke J at the speaker, and say a tall,
‘adiant, Sout white-faced wom One hand
gripped the railing and the sieeve that had
slippe owed ye fect arm as
white as the snows penines. Her
eyes were dark and fascinating, but at first
sight s! Ket © marble-hearted that I
almost shivere
‘ed.
fs she?” said Marlowe, coolly, but
without the slightest show of affection.
“There could have been no ¢
affair. ell, good night, Mr. Tellfair.*
And as the woman, a a strange look at
the mention of my na to ack,
ed
I found myself whoving “toward the door.
CHAPTER IL.
THE we OMAN ON THE STAIR.
thing that haunted me most after
my uncerem onious exit from Marble House
the woman on the star There ey
about her tha stran:
{ome te ey me, a- something surrounded
by mystery, and. while I did be-
lieve 1 ver encountered her be-
fore, her face lor oked familiar. Have
you not, reader, seen ream a face
Which perhaps in after ‘years you have met
in active life, and has i 80 impressed
you as to cause
wort:
tne tall Tpotuesque figure, the cold mar-
bie Mice, and the deep, pool black eyes Te-
mained in my thoughts as I walked away,
zo much #0 that for a little whHe I forgot
the other aspects of the case and did not
f Marlowe and the tragical
many @ Sleepless night and
ind?
think Mrs.
eh 1 did recur to the happenings at
Marble Totse I wondered at i 2n Me
jowe's indifference. The dei h of h Ife,
who had been murderously ath cited, a he
had admitted t d I thought he had
regi ed dmission—and the theft of
jewels had affected him but tit-
a he want no detective to take
ner,
record of all his cases, and, whenever pos-
ible, he had added to those records photo~
graphs of the people whom had ru
“HARD ARGUMENTS.
Coffee Uses Them Whether One Likes or
Not.
The ille' ects of coffee are present in many
coffee drinkers but some people pay no at-
warning signals like dyspep-
e
means collapse on
he coffee arin
nd ave ‘drank coffee
ce I ean I four yeas ago
Shen I broke down comets tely with nervous
prostration and indigestion. x simply can-
not describe the agony 1 su
‘old me he could not heip me if I
know how to ma
bul fatter reading the directions
indigestion now an
re en and I am otherwise en-
nehes a
tire well and strong.
never had any troubles that were not
due to deintiing cottee and these disappeared
and health came in thelr place when I shut
MY cnffee avd drank Postar.” e given
by Foxtum Co, Battle vereek, nich
package for a
TILE CHICAGO LEDGER,
=
yeep,
Mirra.
7,
0
Vill Veta
of
When Writing Mention The Chicago Ledger.
down, so thag more than once I had traced
criminals’ from those same papers which
had filled more than one gap In my o
an chases.
Suddenly I uttered a ery and a photo-
raph which I had ta a packet thea
carefully win red tape Thearly: fell
hands. the face o1 woman per-
haps forty. but what had 3 as
the fact that it was the Counterpart of the
seen on the stair in Marble
Tee
255
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use.
There could be no mistake, but,
course it was not the p
Same person‘as the rec di
years, still the striking resemblance
there.
Mother and daughter? 1 “dar
The papers told me that the are oeceph a
my hand was.that of Lucla Carmon, aw
father had run dow
o finally escaped iim
was
nd as m}
keeping the blood-
stained secret for its master.
ought once of going back there and
lemanding the truth
rs. Marlowe's
T knew that St. John Marlowe had a dis-
solute son who left home some years prior
to the tragedy, disinherlted by his father,
that the Marlow adopted a young
woman; but beyond this, I knew
ite or nothing about the millionaires
y+
"Marlowe himself no Ionger
wie ae Bee
aah and aside from a trip now and ther
Jurope, he sel
His wife was sonable; One. nie
ie every reception at Marto lowe
ame the talk of ti © House be-
fa meus little book, the Road to We entitle.
The thine night after ny, visit to Marble
soon had over 100 customers,
and let me go.
became impatient.
perse? This is a personal matter!’
Mayor subscribed. He is a very fine. gi
Another gentleman ‘captured’? ty Nea is the ice-president
the
wholesale price.
SATURDAY, NOVEMBER 14, 1903.
SOE _
NER Ss
NY lively | boy will keep his mother ‘*guessing’? when
A school closes, Edward Bower Hesser, of New York
City, is one of that sort, His mother heard of aboy
who kept out of mischief by selling The Saturday Evening
Post and wrote for information. Ned is only ten years old, but
«My best plan,” he writes, ‘is
to ask a man for an order to deliver each week and then keep
right on talking without giving him a chance to say ‘no.’
is a very rich man and has a lot of people waiting, I step to the
head of the line and go right in, AI the men think I am his son
Father says it works only because 1am small, ~
“The other day I called on Mayor Low, who it was said never
subscribed for anything. He was just going before the Armory
Bo: told’him Mr, William Rockefeller and Mr, Seligman “
had subscribed, He asked so many questions that the gentlemen
I said, ‘Gentlemen, won’t you please dis-
Everybody langhed and the
one of the large insurance companies. He wrot
lishers: “Can you tell me the name of ‘a boy who tool my order
for The Saturday Evening Post? There i is @ position waiting for
him here when he wants it.”
At the end of his year’s work Ned’s mother writes: "I wish to
thank you for. what the work has done for Ned.
Evening Post has helped us to solve that most difficult of problems,
- * What. to do with an active boy after school hours in New York."” ©
6000 Boys Make Money \
By_selling The Saturday Evéning Post _on_ Fridays’ and
Saturdays.
first_week’s supply of 10 copies free.
$300 next month in CASH PRIZES.
Any boy candot
WRITE TO-DAY for the first week's supply and full instructions, inctnding a booklet
‘en by some of our boys telling how they made suce
When
= 1
I game suddenly upon the woman
had ha me from that hour, She
was st: yliahly reseed and was seated in a
ca t a‘corner.evidently waiting for
hi ‘ore. She did not
notice me, for, had stepped hurriedly back, .
froma sécure place w: for the
pearance of her compa anion,
ently there emerged from the estab-
lishment a man much older than she,
Person almost lavishly clad. but with’ 2
face and’ deep-set eyes that
ious]
imbly to the. carriage, said
m low tones to the woman, who
bowed coldly and spoke to the coachman.
In another” moment the vehicle - dashed
way.
“Fortunately for me an empty cab w
In a little tyne Iwas being. rattled over
the stones, bouncing along
rapid rate ‘nt after tep minutes Off jolting
x Pulled up We man on the box leaned
ver an dat me with
een with a cabby’ 8 satis-
“She's si ed, sir," said he. “The ‘fourth
can see, sir.”
ise
ip
iv
ide. Throwing
fare, I leaped out and
What would she ‘say to me whi
stand face to face with h * nt : sree
Peri aps I was about to
lair of a. theres ‘would not have
torned back it T had been assured of a dag-
fer, at my throat the moment I entered the
I did not have to wait long atte
rt
the be bell Footsteps in the hal beyond the
oor caught my eager ears ‘and the ext
moment the tall beauty stood: before me.
in 7 halt expected to have her slam a
‘ace; but instead she smiled cok
ana ehcld the Porta ‘al open half inv: ingly
nside an i
without ont, id she closed the doo
globe was lighted in the hall,
, rev i
eat eel sonra
oy het ore he a stranger color than
a have
play bloodhoun e come? I I thought you woula
CURTIS PUBLISHING COMPANY
4174 Arch St., Philadelphia, Pa.
Writing Mention The Chicago Ledger, When Writing Mention The
If he
The Saturday
e will send the
After that atthe |
Chicago Ledger
“you doubt that I wanted to see
what has happened in Marble
“Gould
you after
id not speak, nor did she invite me
“T would like to ask you a few ineations
i a not answer if y io not
care to,” I cont!
The. poal black eyes seemed to flash de-
neew >
_.“You are very kind,” fis replied,
ing back slightly, “I will
tha tT B.”
“But you were wich Mrs. Marlowe when
she died?’
The lips of the tall creature came closer
together.
say in advance
hen I played another card.
= “You are the child of Lucia Carmon,” said
I, “an lemand to ki what ou know
about ihe tragedy of Marlowe How!
hrew up her hands, uttered a ery and
fen against the wall.”
CHAPTER MIT.
. GEFFRON,
The bolt fired a little at random had gone
home.
r a moment the woman remained like
wall with the
her
t do you say? Ts it not trae
followed up, “You are Lucia Carmon's
increase in stature as if she were about ‘0
burt all the ‘anathemas of her - passion upon
on
am simply OF
er farlowe
raat sh
mission.”
put in &
sslone
mace the ad
mane, seemed nonplussed “at this,
moment recovered her self- possess
‘ich i was satisfied lay.
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