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In selecting bulbs, always pick out those that are firm to the touch, be cause the larger ones are ofton lack ing in germinating powers. The il lustration shows three bulbs, the larg est of which was producod in a damp ollmate, while tho smallest was grown In a high altitude and where the air is dry. Pot bulbs In good soil, then put them away until they havo made a good start In root-growth. This re quires at least two months and there Is no use being disappointed If they do not come out sooner because bulbs cannot be forced before tho early eprlng. Mulch the bulb beds heavily over winter, and do not be In too great a hurry to take It off In the spring. The mulch should be removed a little at a time so that the plants may becomo gradually accustomed to the sun and •old. If the wolf camps on your doormat .train him to chow up bill collectors. Electricity produced by waterfalls furnishes light to 72 Swedish cities and towns. Muncle Is to have a school to train •-hotel workers. 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I Chapter II—(Continued). Goldberger looked him over carefully *a he stepped into the room; hut there could be no two opinions about Parks. He had been uith Vantlne for eight or 10 years, and the earmarks of the competent and faithful servant were apparent all over him. "Do you know this man?” Goldher ger asked, with a gesture toward the body. "No, sir,” said Parks. ”1 never saw him till about an hour ago. when Rogers called me downstairs and said there was a man to see Mr. Vantine." “Who is Rogers?” "He’s the footman, sir. He an swered the door when tho man rang.” "Well, and then wliat happened?” "I took his card up to Mr. Vantlne, sir." "Did Mr. Vantlne know him?" “No. sir, he wanted to know what ho wanted,” "What did ho want?” ”1 don’t know, sir; he couldn't speak English hardly at all—ho was French, 1 think.” Goldberger looked down at the body again and nodded. "Go ahead.” he said. "And ho was so excited." Parks added, "that he couldn’t remember wliat little English ho did know.” "What made you think he was ex cited ?’’ "The way he stuttered, and the way his eyes glinted. That’s what makes mo think he Just come In here to kill himself cjulet lllto—1 shouldn't bo sur prised If you found that he’d escaped from somewhere. I had a notion to put him out without bothering Mr. Vantlne—I wish now I had—but I took his card up. and Mr. Vantlne said for him to wait: so I come downstairs again, and showed the man In here, and said Mr. Vuntlne would see him pres ently. and then Rogers and me went back to our lunch nnd we sat there eating till the bell rang, and I came In and found Mr. Vantlne here.’’ "Do you mean to say that you and Rogers went away and left this stranger here by himself?” "The servants’ dining room Is right at the end of the hall. sir. We left the door open so that we could see light along the hall, clear to tho front door. If he’d come out Into the hall, we'd have seen him." "And he didn’t come out Into the hall while you were there?” "No. sir.” “Did anybody come In?” "Oh, no. sir; the front door has a snap-lock. It can’t be opened from the outside without a key.” "So you are perfectly sure that no ono either entered or left the house by i tho front door whllo you and Rogers were sitting there?” "Nor by the back door either, sir; to get out the back way, you have to Puss through the room where we were." ’’Where were the other servants?” "ThB cook was In tho kitchen, sir. This Is the housemaid’s afternoon out” The coroner paused. Godfrey and Simmonds had both listened to this interrogation, but neither lmd been Idle T hey had walked softly about the room had looked through a door opening Into another room beyond, had ex amined the fastenings of the windows, and had ended by looking minutely over tho carpet. "What is the room yonder used for?” asked Godfrey, pointing to the con necting door. "It’s a sort of store room Just now sir said Parks. Mr. Vantlne Is Just back from Europe, nnd we’ve been un packing In there some of tho things ho bought while abroad.” “I guess that's all,” said Goldberger after a moment. "Send in Mr. Van-' tine, please." Parks went out. nnd Vantlne camp in a moment later. He corroborated exactly the story told by Parks and myself, but he added one detail "Here is the man’s card.” he said, an<? ... 1 out a S(iuare of pasteboard. Goldberger took the card, glanced at * ..S'.!1’ b(lsscd It on to Simmonds. That don’t tell us milch,” said the latter, and gave the card to Godfrey. I looked over his shoulder and saw that it contained a single engraved line: M. Theopliile d’Aurelle. ' Except thnt he’s French, ns Parks suggested," said Godfrey. "That’s evi dent. too. from the cut of his clothes.” ’’Yes. and from the cut of his hair " added Goldberger. "You say you didn't know him, Mr. Vantlne?" "I never before saw him, to my knowledge." answered Vantlne. "The name Is wholly unknown to me.” ■‘Well,’’ said Goldberger, taking pos session of the card again and slipping It into Ills pocket, "suppose we lift him onto that couch by the window and take a look through his clothes." The man was slightly built, so that Slmmonds and Goldberger raised the body between them without difficulty and placed It on the couch. I saw Godfrey’s eyes searching the carpet. "What I should like to know.” he said, after a moment, "is this: if this fellow took poison, what did he take It out of? Where's the paper, or bottle, or whatever It was?" “Maybe It's in his hand,” suggested Slmmonds. and lifted the right hand, which liung trailing over the side of the couch. Then, as he raised It Into the light, a sharp cry burst lroin him. "I.ook here," he said, and held the hand so that we all could see. It was swollen and darkly discolored. "See there." said Slmmonds, "some thing bit him." and he pointed to two deep incisions on the back of the hand. Just above the knuckles, from which a few drops of blood had oozed and dried. With a little exclamation of surprise and excitement. Godfrey bent for an Instant above the injured hand. Then he turned and looked at us. “This man didn’t take poison," he said, in a low voice. "H.e was killed!” CHAPTER III. THE WOUNDED HAND. “He was killed!" repeated Godfrey, with conviction: and, at the words, wo drew together a little, with a shiver of repulsion. Death is awesome enough at any time; suicide adds to its horror; murder gives it the tinal twitch. So we all stood silent, staring as though fascinated at the hand which Simmons held up to us; at those tiny wounds, encircled by discolored llcsh and a sinister dash of clotted blood running away from them. Then Gold berger. taking a deep breath, voiced the thought which hud sprung into my own brain. “Why, it looks like a snake bite!" he said, his voice sharp with astonish ment. And. Indeed. It did. Those two tiny Incisions, scarcely half an Inch apart. 2 might well have been made by a ser pent’s fangs. Th.e quick glance which all of us cast about the room was, of course, as Involuntary as the chill which ran up our spines; yet Godfrey and I— yes, and Simmonds -had the excuse that, once upon a time, we had had an encounter with a deadly snake which none of us was likely ever to forget. We all smiled a little sheepish ly as we caught each other's eyes. "No. I don’t think It was a snake,” said Godfrey, and again bent close above the hand. "Smell It, Mr. Gold berger,” he arlded. The coroner put his nose close to the ham! and sniffed. "Bitter almonds!" he said. "Which means prussic acid,” said Godfrey, "and not snake poison.” He fell silent a moment, his eyes on the swollen hand. The rest of us stared at It, too; and I suppose all the others were laboring as I was with the effort to find some thread of theory amid this chaos. “It might, of course, have been self-inflicted.” Godfrey added, quite to himself. Goldberger sneered a little. No doubt he found the Incomprehensibility of the problem rather trying to his temper. “A man doesn't usually commit sui cide by sticking himself In the hand with a fork." he said. "No,” agreed Godfrey blandly; "but I would point out that we don’t know ns vet that It Is a case of suicide; and I'm quite sure that, whatever It may be, it. Isn't usual,” Goldberger’s sneer deepened. "Did any reporter for the Record ever find a case that was usual?" he queried. It was a shrewd thrust, and one that Godfrey might well have winced under. For the Record theory was that noth ing was news unless it was strange and startling, and the inevitable result was that the Record reporters endeavored to make everything strange and start ling, to play up the outer details at the expense of the rest of the story, and even, I fear, to Invent such details when none existed. Godfrey himself had been accused more than once of a too luxuriant Imagination. It was. perhaps, a realiza tion of this which had persuaded him, years before, to qut the detective force and take service with the Record. What might have been a weakness in the first position, was a mighty asset in the lat ter one, and he had won an Immense success. Please understand that T set this down in no spirit of criticism. I had known Godfrey rather intimately since the days when we were thrown togeth er In solving the Holladay case, and I admired sincerely his reudy wit, his quick insight, and his unshakable aplomb. He used his imagination in a way which often caused me to reflect that the police would he far more ef ficient if they possessed a dasli of the same quality; and I had noticed that they were usually glad of his assist ance, while his former connection with the force and his careful maintenance of the friendships formed at that time gave him an entree to plates denied to less fortunate reporters. I had never known him to do a dishonorable thing— to fight for a cause he thought unjust, to print a fact given him in confidence, or to make a statement which he knew to be untrue. Moreover, a lively sense of humor made him an admirable com panion, and It was this quality, per haps, which enabled him to receive Goldberger’s thrust with a good na tured smile. "We've got our livings to make, you i know," he said. “We make it as hon estly as we can. What do you think, ■ Simmonds?" "I think,” said Simmonds, who, if lie possessed an imagination, never per mitted it to be. suspected, ’’that those little cuts on the hand are merely an accident. They might have been caused 1 in half a dozen ways. Maybe lie iiit 1 his hand on something when he fell; 1 maybe he Jabbed it on a buckle; maybe he had a boil on his hand and lanced 1 it with his knife.” 1 "What killed him, then?” Godfrey 1 demanded. < “Poison—and it’s in his stomach. 1 We'll find it there.” 1 | "How about,the odor?" Godfrey per- .’ sisted. lie spinea sump or trie poison on i his hand as tie lifted it to his mouth, i Maybe he had those cuts on his hand ' and the poison inflamed them. Or may- 1 be he's got some kind of blood disease.” 1 Goldberger nodded bis approval, and I Godfrey smiled as lie looked at him. < "It's easy to find explanations, isn’t 1 it?” he queried. I “It’s a blamed sight easier to find a ’ natural and simple explanation," re- 1 torted Goldberger hotly, "than it is to > find an unnatural and far fetched one— < such as how one man could kill another • by scratching him on the hand. I sup pose you think this fellow was mur dered? That’s what you suld a minute ago." "Perhaps I was a trifle hasty,” God frey admitted, and I suspected that, * whatever his thoughts, he had made ' up his mind to keep them to himself, t "I'm not going to theorize until I’ve got f something to start with. The facts seem to point to suicide; but if he swallowed prussic acid, where’s the bottle? He didn’t swallow that too, did he?" “Maybe we’ll find it in hi.s clothes," suggested Simmonds. Thus reminded, Golberger fell to work looking through the dead man’s pockets. The clothes were of a cheap material and not very new, so that, in life, he must have presented a appear- ; ance somewhat shabby'. There was a i purse in the Inside coat pocket contain- j ing two bills, one for $10 and one for ; $5, and there were $2 or $3 in silver and ! four five-centime pieces in a small coin j purse which he carried In his trousers’ ' pocket. The larger purse had four or five calling cards in one of Its com- , partments, each bearing a different! name, none of them his. On the back j of one of them. Vantine's address was i written in pencil. There were no letters, no papers, no written documents of any kind in the pockets, the remainder of whose con- I tents consisted of such odds and ends ; as any many might carry about with him—a cheap watch, a pen knife, a half empty packet of French to- > baceo, a sheaf of ciguret paper, j four or live key s on a ring, a silk hand ; kerchief, and perhaps some other arti i cle.s which 1 have forgotten—but not : a thing to assist In establishing lus | identity. ; "We'll have to cable over to Paris," remarked Simmonds. "He's French, all right—that silk handkerchief proves it." "Ves—and his best girl proves it, too," put In Godfrey. "His best girl?" For answer. Godfrey held up the | watch, which he aid been examining.! He had opened the case, and Inside It was a photograph—the photograph of a woman with bold, dark eyes and full lips and oval face—a face so typically french that it was not to bo mistaken. "A lady's maid, I should say,” added Godfrey, looking at it again. “Rather good-looking at one time, but past her lirst youth, and so compelled perhaps to bestow her affections on a man a little beneath her—no doubt compelled also to contribute to liia support in order to retain him. A woman with many pasts and no future—” "Oh, come,” broke in Goldberger Im patiently, "keep your second-hand epigrams for the Record. What we want are facts.” Godfrey flushed a little at the words and laid down the watch. "There is one fact which you have apparently overlooked,” he said quiet ly, “but it proves beyond the shadow of a doubt that this fellow didn’t drift In here by accident. lie carne here of intention, and the intention wasn't to kill himself, either.” “How do you know that?” de manded Goldberger, Incredulously. Godfrey picked up the purse, opened it, and took out one of the cards. “By this,” he said, and held it up. “You have already seen what is writ ten on the back of it—Mr. Vantine’g name and the number of this house. That proves, doesn’t it, that this fellow came to New York expressly to see Mr. Vantine?” "Perhaps you think Mr. Vantine killed him,” suggested Goldberger, sar castically. "No,” said Godfrey; "he didn’t have time. You understand, Mr. Vantine,” he added, smiling at that gentleman, who was listening to all this with per plexed countenance, "we are simply talking now about possibilities. You couldn’t possibly have killed this fel low because Hester has testified that he was with you constantly from the mo ment this man entered the house until its body was found, with the exception >f the l'ow seconds which elapsed be ;ween the time you entered this room ind the time he Joined you here, sum moned by your cry. So you are out of ;he running.” "Thanks,” said Vantine. drily. “I suppose, then, you think it was Parks.” said Goldberger. “It may quite possibly have been Parks,” agreed Godfrey, gravely. “Nonsense:” broke In Vantine, im patiently. "Parks is as straight as a string—he’s been with me for eight rears.” "Of course it’s nonsense,” assented joldberger. “It’s nonsense to say that le was killed by anybody. He killed limself. We’ll learn the cause when ,ve Identify him—jealousy maybe, or naybe just hard luck—he doesn't look iffluent.” 'If he belongs there, we’ll soon find >ut who he Is.” "You’d better call an ambulance and mve him taken to the morgue,” went in Goldberger. "Somebody may lden :ify him there. There'll be a crowd tomorrow, for. of course, the papers .vill be full of this affair—” "The Record, at least, will have a ,'ery full account,” Godfrey assured aim. "And I'll call the inquest for the (lay ; lfter,” Goldberger continued. “I’ll (end my physician down to make a aost-inortem right away. If there’s my poison in this fellow’s stomach, we'll find it.” Godfrey did not speak; but I knew what was in his mind. He was thlnk ng that, if such poison existed, the 1 /essel which had contained it had not j ,'et been found. The same thought, j 10 doubt, occurred to Simmonds, for, I lfter ordering the policeman in the aall to call the ambulance, he re- I turned and began a careful search of :he morn, using his electric torch to ; llumine every shadowed corner. God- I ’rcy devoted himself to a similar search; but both were without result. I l’hen Godfrey made a minute inspec- j don of the injured hand, while Gold- . merger looked on with ill-concealed j mpatience; and finally he moved to ward the door. “1 think I’ll be going,” he said. “But [’m interested in what your physician will find. Mr. Coroner.” "He’ll find poison, all right," asserted loldberger, with decision. ) “Perhaps he will," admitted Godfrey. ! ’Strange things happen in this world. (Vill you lie at home tonight. Tester?” “Yes, I expect to lie,” I answered. "You’re still at the Marathon?” “Yes," I said: "suite 14." I "Perhaps I’ll drop around to see you,” le said, and a moment later we heard he door closed behind him as Parks let dm out. "Godfrey’s a good man,” said Gold lerger, "but he’s too romantic. Ho ; ooks for a mystery in every crime, vhereas most crimes are merely plain, lownright brutalities. Take this case. ! iere’s a man kills himself, and God- j rey wants us to believe that deatli re- i ulted from a scratch on the hand. Vhy, there’s no poison on earth would dll a man as quick ns that—for he mist have dropped dead before he could ;et out of the room to summon help. | f it was prussic acid, he swallowed It. tomember, he won’t In this room more han 15 or 2(1 minutes, and he was luite dead when Mr. Vantine found , ilm. Men don’t die ns easily as all hat—not from a scratch on the hand. | )hey don’t die easily at all. It’s as- j onisldng how much it takes to kill a \ nan—how the spirit, or whatever you ‘ boose to call it. clings to life.” (Continued next week.) Albert H. Morrill, of Cincinnati, a andidate for the republican nomlna ion for lieutenant governor of Ohio, ias been a sailor, a parlor car conduc or, a circus employe, a baseball player nd a newspaper reporter. SPANISH STATESMAN FOR FRANCE IN WAR Count Roma nones ♦ MISS TAYLOR MEETS -* ♦ ANTON ZABRINSKJ ♦ HltllllHUIIHH From "Anton Zabrlnski-the Study of a Prisoner, by Winifred Louise Tay lor, in Scribner's. I was visiting at the penitentiary, and during a conversation with a young English convict, a semiprotege ; of Mary Anderson, the actress, this ■ young man said to me: "X wish you knew my cellmate.” I replied that I already knew too many men in that prison. "But if you would only see I little Anton I know you would be mashed in a minute,” the Englishman confidently asserted. As to that pos sibility 1 was skeptical, but I was im pressed by the earnestness of the young man as he sketched the outline of Anton’s story and urged me to see him. I remember that he made a point of this: "The boy is so happy think ing that he will get a pardon some time, but he will die here if somebody ; doesn’t help him soon.” To gratify the I Englishman I consented to see the happy boy who was in danger of dy ' ing. , An attractive or interesting face is : rare among the inmates of our prisons • * * Notwithstanding his r» 11 - I mate's enthusiasm. 1 was thrilled with surprise, and something deeper than surprise, when I saw Anton ZabrinskL The beauty of that young Polish pris oner shone like a star above the de grading convict suit. It was the face of a Raphael, with the broad brow and the large, luminous, far-apart eyes of darkest blue, suggesting in their depths all the beautiful repressed possibilities —eyes radiant with hope and with childlike innocence and trust. My heart was instantly vibrant with sym pathy, and we were friends with the iirst handclasp. The artistic tempera ment was as evident in the slender, highly developed hands as in his face. At a glance I saw that his fate was sealed, but his spirit of hope was ir resistable, and carried me on in its own current for the hour. Anton was like a happy child, frankly and joyfully opening hi3 heart to a friend whom ho seemed always to have known. That bright hour was unclotided by any dark forebodings in regard to illness or an obdurate governor; we talked of pardon and freedom and home and happiness. I did not speak to him of repentance or • preparation for death. I felt that when the summons came to that guileless soirit it could only be a summons to a fuller life. WESTERN IDEAS OF EDUCATION. Anyone Who Wants to Learn Any thing is Welcome to the University. In the American Magazine, Ray Stan nard Baker writes, in part, as follows about the great new movement toward democratic education in the west: “Comparing our civilization with the life of the bee one might say that the chief interest of the old education was in the development of the individual bee. while the new education is also profoundly concerned with the life o£ the hive. It does not consider the stu dent as a thing apart, or the university as an institution withdrawn from the currents of life—out as intimately re lated. As Dean Davenport of the uni versity of Illinois says: ‘It is not our object, to educate men to get the better of some other men, or even, conscious ly, to educate leaders, but rather to make citizens who will serve the state. If we can inspire our students with the feeling that they are a part of thy movement toward a better civilization, leadership will take care of itself.’ “The western universities are succed ing because they are opening vast and hitherto untapped sources of human energy. "Their doors are open wide. Any man or woman who wants to know anything upon any subject is welcome. He may come to spend two weeks, as in the farmers’ short course, or eight years, as in the medical courses. Nor is this .all, for the university docs not even wait for the people to come to Champaign, but it goes out in special trains, or by special lectures or in structors, and carries its influence to every little town in the state. It i.i there not to .stand aloof, but to serve. “It has always been the dread of the old leaders that somehow education would be. cheapened, that there way something about scholarship which must not fneet the rude breath of the world. I asked Dean Davenport at Illinois, President Van Hise, at Wis consin and President Vincent at Min nesota what effect the growth of the new department of the university was having on the old scholastic courses, and they all answered that instead of being crowded to the wall these courses were stronger than ever. While the number of students taking the classical courses, still they have had a healthy increase. And in all these institutions the work of the classical courses has been revived and strengthened by con tact with the vivid life of the uni versity. The association between stu dents of classical courses and those in agricultural, engineering and business has been valuable to both.” Cowards All. Prom the New York World. The most abject surrender of latter-day republicanism of which there is any rec ord Is recorded in the minority report of the House committee on insular affairs. It opposes local self-government in the Philippines, not because tlie people of the islands are not prepared for it, not be cause it has not been promised to them and not because it is in conflict with American ideas, but solely for the reason that even the discussion of the matter at this time may involve us in difficulties with the warring nations. These are the counsels of timidity and worse. They savor of cowardice. To in terpret them it is as if we should say that we cannot establish self-government in our own dominions without exposing ourselves to the dangers of war on the part of Japan or Germany: we cannot ex tend American ideas under our own flag except as wre Invite hostility elsewhere: we cannot keep faith with our own peo ple because there happens to be war in the world, and It is never safe for the greatest power on earth to do right if lesser powers happen to be in conflict, jealous, revengeful and greedy. What would the republican party of Tdn coln and Seward and Sumner have said to this shameful proposition? It is the most shocking avowal ever made In the name of an American political party. Our theory that men are tit to govern them selves may bo right or It may bo wrong, but who in the United States ever before suggested its suppression through fear of kaisers or mikados? DR. S. M. WELLS, Specialist In rheumatism, neu ralgia, dropsy, paraly sis, catarrh of head and stomach, bowels and bladder; liver con stipation. heart, piles, ulcers, rectal troubles, gallstones, g r a v e 1, (treated successfully without the knife). Hystero-epilepsy, mel ancholia and incom patibilities of men and women, blood and ail chronic diseases. Con sultation and exami nation strictly confi dential. Dr. Wells is reliable, experienced and educated. 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