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Horace Hazeuime. CHAPTER I. al "chartiis, Doth of person' and dtapo- lmagin wherein I mtghthave Uad'my self open to the disapproval of this most punctilious of guardians for I expected nothing leBs than a studious ly polite reference to some shortcom-. Ing of which I had been unwittingly I guilty I momentarily lost track of my host's discourse. Emerging from 1 iny abstraction It was with a measure of relief that I heard him saying: '1 think you told me once, Clyde, that you rather prided yourself on your ability to get a line on one's sun loflo'S-s s'un, so' follows all that is decreed. vThe ways of our God are righteous he showers the evil ho pours many. . Oa, the blessings; oa misery." That was the first letter. The seo- ond began with the same sentence: "That wh Ich you have wrought shall In turn be wrought upon you." , But there, though the similarity of tenor continued, the verbal Identity ceased. It went on "Once moi, as earnest of what Is The Vanlshlnj Portrait ' Evelyn Grayson, meeting me on the old Boston Post Road, between Green wich and Stamford, gave me a mes sage from her uncle. "That Is the logical beginning of this story; though to make everything quite clear from the Start it may be better to hark back a few months, to the day on which Evelyn Grayson and I first met. Then, as now, we were each driving our own car; she. a great sixty horse power machine, all glistening pale yel low, and I, a compact six-cylinder racer, of dull dusty gray. But we were not on any such broad,' roomy thor oughfare as the Boston PoBt Itoad. On the contrary we were short-cutting through a narrow, rough lane, beset by stone walla and Interrupted at In tervals by a series of , sharp : and treacherous angles. . ;. I know I shall never forgot the mo mentary impression I received. Out of the golden sunlight, It seemed to me, there had emerged suddenly a tableau of Queen Tltanla on a topas throne the fairest Queen Tltanla lm agtatlon ever conjured and I, in my mad, panting speed was about to crash Into the gauzy fabric of that dream creation and rend it with brutal, torturing onrush of relentless, hard-driven nickel steel. I take no credit to myself for what I did. Voli tion was absent My hands acted on an Impulse above and beyond all tardy mental guidance. For just a flashing Instant the gray nose of my car rose before me, as In strenuous assault It mounted half way to the coping of the roadside wall. I felt my seat dart away from beneath me, was conscious of my body In swift, unsupported aerial flight, and then but it is idle to attempt to set down the conglom erate sensations of that small fraction of a. second. When I regained con sciousness. Queen Tltanla was kneel ing in the dust of the lane beside me a very distressed and anxious Queen Tltanla, with wtde, startled eyes, and qutvertngly sympathetic Hps and about us were a half dozen or more of the vicinal country folk. - Between that meeting in mid-May and this meeting on the old Boston Post Road in mid-September, there had been others, of course; for Queen Tltanla, .whose every-day name, as I n M aatff waa Wvclim ftrnvann ttrnl the niece and ward of my nearest neighbor, Mr. Robert Cameron, a gen tleman recently come to reside on what for a century and more had been known as the old Townsbury Estate, extending for Quite a mile along the Connecticut shore of Long Island Sound in the neighborhood of Green wich. The Intervening four months had witnessed the gradual growth of as near an approach to Intimacy between Cameron and myself as was possible considering the manner of man that Cameron was. By which statement I mean to Imply naught to my neigh bor's discredit Ha wss in all respects admirable a gentleman of education and culture, widely traveled, of exalt ed Ideals and noble principles to which be gave rigid adherence. But I was about to' qualify this by describing him as reserved and taciturn. I fear, though, to give a wrong Impression. He was scarcely that. There were moments, however, when he was unre sponsive, and he was never demonstra tive. He had more poise than any man I know. He allowed you to see just so much of him, and no more. At times he was almost stubbornly reti cent And yet, in spite of these qual ities, which appeared to be cultivated rather than inherent be gave repeated evidence of a nature at once so sim ple and kindly and sympatbetlo as to command both confidence and affec tion, v . To the progress of my" intimacy with Evelyn there bad been no such temperamental impediment She was fearlessly outspoken, with a frankness born of unspoiled innocence; barely . six weeks having elapsed between ber graduation from the tiny French con , vent of Salnte Barbe near Paris and our perilous encounter in that con . traded, treacherous, yet blessed little Connecticut lane. And she possessed. moreover , a. mulUpllcJti ..of .addition- That's why I telephoned for you this afternoon. I have received an anony mous letter." There was an all too apparent as sumption of . nonchalance In his man- fi ".mS ,0? .num indeed i ieagt obBrvant, 0f which I am not .w vumiiwotr, nuu iar iuu sacrea to discuss. From which it mav rlchtlv character from his . handwriting, decreed, there will be shown unto you be Inferred that we understood each other, Evelyn and I, and that we were already considerably "beyond the state or condition of mere formal acquaintanceship. It was no Queen Tltanla who now came gilding to a stand beside me on the broad, level, well-oiled highway, under a double row of arching elms. It was no gossamer fairy, but Hebe, the Goddess of Youth, with creamy skin and red Hps and a lilting melody of voice: "What ho, Sir Philip! We are well met!" And then she told me that her Uncle Robert had telephoned for me, leav ing a message with my man, bidding me come to him at my earliest leisure. "Why not come for dinnerr she add ed; and her eyes gave accent to her words.- . ;. ; "But youf' I queried; for her car was headed in the opposite direction. I am going alone to Norton. I have a hamper in the tonneau for that poor O'Malley family. i I shall be back in time. We dine at half-past seven, you know. Youll come?" "Of course I'll come,"' I answered her. I think she must have heard more in my voice than the simple words,- for her lids drooped, for Just a breath, and the color flamed sudden below ber lowered lashes. - But, after all, I saw very little of her that evening. It is true that she sat on my right at table, plquantly, youthfully beautiful in the Softly tint ed light which filtered through the pink and silver filigree candle-shades, but the atmosphere of the dinner was tinged by a vague, unreasoning con straint as from some ominously brood ing yet undefinable Influence "which overhung the three of us. And when the coffee and liqueurs were served, employing Borne slender pretext "for her going, she bade us good-night and left us, not to return. In justice to Cameron, I must add that he appeared least affected by end certainly in no wise responsible for the pervading infestlvity. He had been, Indeed, rather less demure than was often his wont, chatting with al most gayety concerning Evelyn's new role of Lady Bountiful and of her Noroton beneficiaries. As for the sub ject upon which he desired to consult me, it had not been so much as men tioned; bo In looking back, it seems Impossible that matters of which neither Evelyn nor I was at the time infotmed could have exerted an effect, save through Cameron's , undetected, subconscious inducement Even after his niece had with drawn, Cameron continued for a time to discuss with me topics of general and public, rather than personal, im port. He spoke, I remember, of a series of articles on "The Commercial Resources of the United States," the publication of .which had just begun in The Week, of which I am owner and editor; and though I fancied at first that it might be in this connec tion he wished to consult me, I very soon discerned that he was merely using a statement contained therein as a text for certain views of his own on the conservation and development of the country's timber supply. I go thus into what may seem un interesting detail, partly that I may give a hint as to the character of Cameron's mind, but more especially to indicate how lightly be would have had me think he regarded that for which be sought me. Meanwhile my curiosity grew keen er. It was natural, I suppose, mat. i should fancy Evelyn Involved in some way. . In fact I then attributed the de pression during dinner to her knowl edge of what ber uncle and guardian purposed to say to me.. Likewise I found in this conception the reason for her sudden and unusual desertion. Hitherto when I had dined here Eve lyn had remained with ns while we smoked our cigarettes, leading us at length to the music room, where for a glad half-hour the rich melody of her youthful sweet contralto voice mingled in pleasing harmony with her own piano accompaniment. . 'And. -while I ralnlv made. effort ,to a symbol or our power. Precaution cannot avail. Fine word's and a smil ing countenance make not virtue." And beneath,, each letter was the Strange silhouette which Cameron ihad mentioned.' It Is difficult for me to convey the one. The effect was to augment tne moai meager iuea ui me emotional in- seriousness of the revelation. I saw'nuence wnicn tnese two brief com at once that be was more dlBquIeted . munitions everted. They, seemed to than he would have me know. ,' 1 breatlie a grim spirit of implacable He was leaning forward, a little Nemesis far in excess of anything to FC2 TO YC'J-LIY SiSTER Free to You and Every Sister 8u ring from Woman's Aliments. I am a woman, a 1 koor woman's nffarlngt. 1 hara foTinii tba .... I will noil, fr-a of an? charfa, BiTaMMfeaaa- Sari with full tuatruoiluiiaaoanr lulmrfron woman Wlineuu. IwanlaslvUil w..mi about thla oura-tM, tuf Malar, lor yoaraell, your lunlitr. yuurmotW.oryoaralatar. 1 wantlo . , w y .utm rrla at hnro. wlth onthblp ofadiiel.r. uaaat undaratand aMartaaca, wa know bnttar than anr A. Mini-. kuuw that nrr hom trvatmtit to aafe and inra enra for imcwimm tr wwiia litelnrm, Maatatiaa ft, ncaaaat at au a Mm Saaa, rial ..a, U-ty m faalal nnoat, VIWHt ft lUflM IMft W baa at: alia mm, Mem urn aaatit, aaaiaf ana taahaat. aan a crannf tt.im ai taa Hm, amacaaT, a... a n. M fttitot, afH, t-aiiif. 4 ktMatt ItmMm n mmti tv mkMNM to our a- a . I want to axod yoo I ataalttt fca sVt Iraalaaal taflralf tm to pmTa to 70a tuat 70a nan rnra yourmilf a soma, aaa 1 17 , q a I e k 1 r and, urHlv. flt-ramnb-r, that, ft t tit aat Mf to vim tna trbiniil a cvunnli-v ir if.1 : aim it von Wth to amiMnna. It will onrt yon only hon lloonlaa wwk or la than two out a lajr. It win not Inintr -t, with roiir work or ommpaHon. I atat , Iril am how 70a 'tft.-r If ym wth. anl 1 a Ol aond yon th trmtmmit for your''-'', nf tr,.i r f-w n r!n wrap- jx r, i,t rxlurn mail 1 wi l aim w-nd ..o fcaa al aal. mr IrKik "n t t . 4 t n- wlirt 1' I'fanator r t cmirn.fl.ma who, ma; a ItT vomn antt.-r, am! how li.-r ran t nnr umaaja w. i:. una. r '..'f woiio.n ".ooi. l,mv it. axl foarn to (ft--. w aart-tl. 1 a h--n tliado'-U'r aara 011 i!ont ii a an oo-rfin .n." v., a run !--iiih for To'iifaif , 'j lno"ia of wom Kavaaorad IV'iio..,, with rof bom r-.omf r. ll firm ill at wa. Tt al -'I, I will aai'ialn a) riou. f noma traotn'nt a I t. n ai..-.-IliT anil . H.ti,ai V rtir"a I -'ii'.ri lt.H ( . r-n Hi'-a "- a and I'M ill or I rr.ular &ign. i uauon lu Joluig Lailiat, I'iuiiiliDwa a no L.-.ll aiwrwuiafrnaa lla I --.a V nwv..r fi lrm 1 r-'-r oti to 1-v If of Ton r own lorall'T who Vnnw and will a-la.1 1' iT. , .,, , , fc . .... , v.. I . h -t a v s - - --.m t . r la1'r if mah.a womt.n w.L f a imautuaul ui 7oura,aiaa constrainedly, his left hand gripping the arm of bis chair, the fingers of bis right hand toying with the stem of his gold-rimmed Bohemian liqueur glass.'...-"" "An anonymous letter!" I repeated, with a deprecatory smile. "Anonymous letters should be burned and forgot ten. Surely you're not bothering about the writer?" I wish I could put before you an ex act reproduction of Cameron's face as then Baw it; those rugged outlines, the heritage of Scottish ancestry, soft ened and refined by a brilliant Intel lectuality; the sturdy chin and square jaw; the heavy underllp meeting the upper in scarcely perceptible turve; the broad, homely nose; the small, but alert, gray eyes, shining through the round lenses of his spectacles; the high, broad, sloping, white brow and the receding border of dark brown. slightly grizzled hair. That super ficially, was the face. But I saw more than that In the visage of one nat urally brave I saw a battle waged be hind a mask a battle between cour age and fear; and I saw fear win. Then the mask became opaque once more, and Cameron, giving me smile for smile, was replying. "There are anonymous letters and anonymous letters. Ordlnaryy your method is the one I should pursue. In deed I may say that when, about a month or so ago, I received a com munication of that character, I did almost precisely what you now ad vise. Certainly I followed one-half of your prescription I forgot the letter; though, for lack of fire in the dog days, I did not burn It but thrust it into a drawer with an accumulation of advertising circulars.1 My apprehension lest Evelyn and I were personally affected had been by now quite dissipated. It was perfectly apparent to me that Cameron alone was involved; yet my anxiety was none the less eager. Already my sym pathy and co-operation were enlisted. I could only hope that he had mental ly exaggerated the gravity of the situ ation, yet my judgment of him was that his Inclination would be to err in the opposite direction. "And now something has happened to recall It to your memory?" "Something happened very shortly after its receipt," be replied. "Some thing very puzzling. But in spite of that, I was Inclined to treat the matter as a bit of clever chicanery, devised for the purpose, probably, of extortion. As such, I again put it from my thoughts; but today I received a sec ond letter, and I admit I am interest ed. The affair has features which make it, indeed, uncommonly perplex ing. I fear my Imagination was sluggish. Although, in spite of his dissemblance, I saw that he was sty .ngely moved by these happenings, I could fancy no very terrifying concomitants of the rather commonplace facts he had nar rated. For anonymous letters - I had ever held scant respect. An ambushed enemy, I argued, is admittedly a cow ard. And bo I was in danger of grow ing impatient "When the second letter came," be continued, bringing his left hand for ward to Join his right on the dazzling white ground of the table's damask, "i searched among the circulars for the first, and found it - I want you to see them both. The writing is very curi ous I have never seen anything just like it and the signature, if I may call it that, is still more singular. On the first letter, I took It for a blot. But on the second letter occurs the same black blur or smudge of identical out-, line." Of course I thought of the Black Hand. It was the natural corollary, seeing that the newspapers had been giving us a surfeit of Black Hand threats and Black Hand outrages. But, somehow, I did not dare to voice it To have suggested anything so ordi nary to Cameron In his present mood would have been to offer him offense. And when, at the next moment be drew from an Inner pocket of his eve ning coat two thin, wax-like sheets of paper and passed them to me, I was glad that I had kept silence. For the letters were no rough, rude scrawls of an Illiterate Had a or Camorra. In phraseology as well aa In penman ship they were impressively unique. "If you don't mind," Cameron was saying, "you might read them aloud." He rose' and switched on a group of electric wall lights at my back, and I marked for the hundredth time his physique his towering ' height bis powerful shoulders, his lesnness of blp and sturdy strslghtness of limb. He did not look the forty years to which be confessed. One of the long French windows which gave upon the terrace stood ajar, and before resuming his seat Cameron paused to close it, dropping over it the looped curtains of silver grsy velvet that matched the walls. In the succeeding moment the room was ghostly silent; and then, breaking sgaluitt the stillness, wss the sound of my voice, reading: "That mhlrh you have wrought shall In turn be wrouKbt upon you. Thke be found in the euphemism of the written words. When I tad finished the (reading of them aloud, Cameron, leaning far back In his chalif, Bat silently thoughtful, bis eyes narsowed behind his glasses, but fixed apparently upon, the lights behind me. And so, reluctant to Inter rupt his reverie, I started to Tead them through again slowly, this time to myself, fixing each sentence indel ibly in mind as I proceeded. But be fore I had quite come o the end, my companion was speaking. "Well?" he siald. And the light cheertness of hi tone was not only in marked contrai. with his grave ab sorption of a moment before, but in jarring discord with nty own present fast the Brst on the 'fourteenth ot August ; the second, this morning, the' fourteenth of September." - I And they were not delivered by- messenger? So far as I can learn, no." It is very odd," I commented, with feeble banality. . 1 I took the letters from his hands ' once more, and held them In turn be-' tween my vlsionand the candle-light hoping, perchance, to discover a wa-1 ter-mark In the paper. But I waB not rewarded. "You examined the envelopes care fully, I presume?" was my query as I returned the Bheets to the table. "More than carefully," he answered. "But you shall see them, if you like. found no trace of any Identifying mark." Thus far be had made no further mention of the "puzzling happening" ; which followed the receipt of the first letter, and In the Interest provoked by the letters themselves I had foreborne j to question him ; but now as the words I "seventh day hence" fell again under j my eye, standing out, as it were, from : the rest ot the script which lay up turned on th tahftw before me, I was conscious of a stimulated concern, and so made Inquiry. "I wish you would tell me, first, whether anything really did occur on the seventh day." "I was coming to that," he replied; but it seemed to me that prompt though his response was, there was a shade of reluctance in his manner; for be relapsed into silence for what must have been the better part of a min ute, and with eyes lowered Bat seem ingly lost in thought. Then he rose, abruptly, and saying: s... 1 1 fell I Gvfmrnfc "I Ui i U J ll - J U mm What do you make of mood. "Well? them?" My annoyetnceifound voice In my re sponse. Cameron,' I begged, "for God's sake be seriious. This doesn't seem to me exactly a matber to be merry over. I dont want to. alarm you, but somehow I feel that these " and I shook the crackling, wax-like sheets, that these-canoaot be utterly ignored." But they are anonymous," he re torted, not unjustly. "Anonymous letters (should be burned and forgotten." There are anonymous letters and anonymous letters," I, gave him back, in turn. - "These are of an unusually convincing character. Besides, they " And then I paused. I wished to tell him of that elusive encompass- ment of sinister portent which had bo Impressed me; of that malign forebod ing beyond anything warranted by the words; but I stumbled in the effort at expression. "Besides," I started again, and ended lamely, "I don't like the look and the feel of them." And now be was as serious as could wish. "Ah!" he cried, leaning forward again and reaching for the letters. You have experienced it, too! And you can't explain it, any mere than I? It is something that grips you when you read, like an Icy hand, hard as steel, in a glove of velvet. It's al ways between the lines, reaching out, and nothing you can do will stay it. I thought at first I Imagined it, but the oftener I have read, the more have felt its clutch. The letters of themselves are nothing. What do you suppose I care for veiled threats of that sort? I'm big' enough to take care of myself, Clyde. I've met peril in about every possible guise, in every part of the world, and I've never real ly known fear. But this this is dif ferent. And the worst of It Is, I don know why. I can't for, the life of mo make out what it is I'm afraid of. He bad gone very pale, and his strong, capable bands, which toyed with the two letters, quivered and twitched in excess of nervous tension, Then, with a finger pointing to the ink-stain at the bottom of one of the sheets, he asked: "What does that look like to you?" I took the letter from him, and scrutinizing the rude figure with con centrated attention for a moment ven tured the suggestion that it somewhat resembled a boat A . one-masted vessel, square- rigged," be added, in elucidation. "Exactly." x "Now turn it upside down." I did so. "Now what do you Bee?" "The head of a man wearing a hel met" The resemblance was very marked. "A straw helmet, apparently," he amplified, "such as is worn in the Orient And yet the profile is not that of an Oriental. Now, look at your ves sel agafh." And once more I reversed the sheet of paper. "Can it be a Chinese junk?" I asked. "It might be a sailing proa or ban cs," be returned, "such as they use in the South Pacific. But whatever it is, I can't understand what it has to do with me or I with it" I was still studying the black daub, when he said: "But you haven't told me about the handwriting. What can you read of the character of the wriur?" "Nothing," I answered, promptly. "It is curious penmanship, as you say heavy and regular and upright with some strangely formed letters; es pecially the fa and the- v's; but it tells me nothing." . -"But I thought" be began. "That I boasted? So I did. When one writes as one habitually writes it is very essy. These letters, however, are not in the writer's ordinary hand. The writing is as artificial aa though you, for example, bad printed a note In Roman characters. Were they; ad dressed in the same hand?" "Precisely." "What was the post-mark?" "They bore no post-mark. That is another strange circumstance. Yet they were with my mall, How they came there I have been unable to as certain. The people at the post o?fice naturally deny that they delivered anything unstamped, as these were; and Barrle. the lad wbo fetches the letters, his no recollection of these. Nor has CVrVabeedy, who sorts the ft 1 "Suppose we go Into my study, Clyde,' led the way from the dining room, across the great, Imposing, grained and fretted hall to that comparatively small mahogany and green symphony wherein he was wont to spend most of his indoor hours. It was always rather gloomy room at night, with Its high dark ceiling, its heavy and vol uminous olive tapestry hangings, wholly out of keeping, it seemed to me, with the season and its shaded lights confined to the vicinity of the massive polished, and gilt-ornamented writing table of the period of the First Empire. And it Impressed me now, in conjunction with Cameron's prom ised revelation, as more than ever grim and awesome. I remember helping myself to a cigar from the humidor which stood on the antique cabinet in the corner near the door. I was in the act of lighting it when Cameron spoke. I I want you to sit in this chair," he eald, indicating one of sumptuous up holstery which stood beside the writ ing table, facing the low, long book cases lining the opposite wall. I did as he bade me, while he re mained standing. Do you, by any chance," he asked, "remember a portrait which' hung above the book-shelves?" I remembered It very well. It was a painting of himself, done some years back. But now my gaze sought it in vain. Certainly," I answered. "It hung there," pointing. "Quite right. Now I want you to ob-, serve the shelf-top. You see how crowded it is." It was Indeed crowded. Bronze busts and statuettes; yachting and golf trophies in silver; framed photo-1 graphs; a score of odds and ends, sou venirs gathered the world over. There was scarcely an inch of space unoc-! cupled. I had frequently observed this j plethora of ornament and resented It It gave to that part of the room the ' semblance of a curiosity shop. When I had nodded my assent, he went on: "On the afternoon of Friday, August twenty-first, seven days after the re-, celpt of that first letter, I was sitting where you are sitting now. I was reading, and deeply Interested. I had put the letter, as I told you, entirely out of my mind. I had forgotten it, absolutely. That Beventhday business I had regarded If I regarded it at all aa Idle vnporing. That this was the afternoon of the seventh day did not occur to me until afterwards. I recall that I paused in reading to ponder a paragraph that was not quite clear to me, and that while In contemplation I fixed my eyes upon that portrait I re member that, because it struck me, then, that the flesh tints of the face had grown muddy and that the thing would be better for a cleaning. I re call, too, that at that moment, the lit tle clock, yonder, struck three. I re sumed my reading; but presently, an other statement demanding cogitation, I lowered my book, and once more my eyes rested on the portrait. But not on the muddy flesh tints, because " be paused and leaned forward, towards me, speaking with impressive empha sis. "Because," he repeated, "there were no flesh tints there. Because there was no head nor face there!" I I sat up suddenly, open-mouthed, apeechless. Only my wide eyes made question. i "Cut from the canvas," he went on, in lowered voice, "clean and sharp from crown to collar. And the hands of the clock pointed to twelve mia: ute past, three-." . .1 (To Be Continued. 1 fj)9i,i krrJ o- r 1 ALCOHOL 3 PER nuT AVegclablerVroariltonrirAs similalm(rMootf3m!Itaiii ling (lie Sumachs antUjowcisof Promotes Di&stionCktifi ncssandRestrontainsKiitw OpiumMorr'une nurMneral ftOT NARCOTIC. jUx-Stma a JIMeidts- HrmStfJ- For Infanta and Children. 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