Adele Garrison My Marriage Problems 'Vhat Happened in the Great Room to Father Spenser, Katherine and to Madge. ’ Grace Draper's hard gripped my sun and urged me forward. I could feel her fingers trembling with the impulse to disregard Harry Under wood's injunction and dig them talon lili#. Into my flesh. Urged beyond my accustomed stride, we followed my father, convoyed in similar fashion by Mr. Underwood. And though we marched swiftly. Grace Draper— whose face was still covered by the yashmak veil—seemed enger to catch up with them, as I well knew from her tensing fingers digging into my arm. but they swept on too fast. Through the upper hall, down two flights of broad stairs, guarded by quaintly carved old balusters, along the lower square entrance hall to wide old double-doors we went. Grace Draper and I were still behind Harry Underwood and my father when the doubledoors swung open at our ap proach and admitted us to a room which even through my terror, made a rapturous appeal to my beauty-lov ing soul. It was a large room which I judged was used for private theatricals, for musical functions, for dancing, as need might require. A pipe organ which many a church might envy, two grand pianos, a harp and I wo or three exquisite music cabinets were the chief furnishings, for there were but half a dozen chairs in the great i room. The walls were almost com pletely hidden by tapestries of breath taking bettuty and the polished floors were covered with rugs so rcmlolent of the orient that one almost Instinct ively looked for figures of the Arab ian nights to rise front them. Across the front of the room was a low platform—a veritable dais brought from medieval day?—raised but a sweeping step from the floor. Old gold and blue velvet curtains hung at eaeh side, presumably masking the entrance to wings. A similar drapery] was thrown over the back of a tall tlirone-like chair, and in this was seat ed a figure 1 recognized with a re newed clutch of terror at my heart. A Vindictive Figure. Fcr the man whom I had seen as Smith, the arrogant land owner in the i.'atskill mountains, as the supposedly] , ignorant Anton, the farmhand in Mr. Briggs' employ, and as the murderous [midnight visitor to my own farm house, sat facing me. And so fan tastic, yet so impressive a figure was he that I felt my pulses thrill to the colorful picture of old world pagentry he presented, even though they chilled at the malevolence in tfft> eyes which watched our entrance. That ho was a royal exile, Lillian had discovered, and above the tuft 3d eyebrows which had given her the first clue to his identity was a new evidence of the rank to which he still fondly clung. This was a flat black velvet cap of the kind I had seen in pictures of royal personages. An elaborately embroidered robe of pur ple velvet covered his really superb figure, and many jewelled decorations blazed across his chest. One had to admit that he was indeed a kingly figure, though an evil one. Pride, cruelty and Imperiousness were in every line of his face, every posture of his body. I could well be lieve Lillian's statement that in his own country he had been called “Th • Unspeakable One^’ and that the most awful punishment he could receive would lie deportation to the land he had misruled, and the vengeance of the peasants there. Beside him sat a man. evidently an intimate, though of lesser rank, whom I guessed to he the Otto who had as sisted Smith’s escape from the vicin ity of Sag Harbor. He leaned defer entially toward his chief, and whis pered something which evidently I pleased the former royal personag \ for a grim little smile touched his lipsi as lie looked at my father standing by the side of Harry Underwood. Then, as tlic stalwart men hearing a stretcher, with JT>e on it cam: through the doors, and Katherine's j slender figure in her nurse s garb fol lowed it, so fierce and vindictive an expression came over his features that I shuddered and turned my own face away. The sudden movement focussed my eyes upon the tapestry nearest me. and I saw it sway toward me. then draw hack exactly as if some hand were grasping the folds. 1 wondered vaguely if my brain were giving way w hen I fancied I heard a slight grat ing noise. Grace Draper’s fingers tightened convulsively upon my arm. and she jerked me toward her. "Keep your eyes front," lie whis pered savagely, and the words arfl! action made me know tiiat T had ex perienecd no hallucination. Some thing—somebody—was behind that tapestry, and Grace Diaper knew it, knew who it was and the reason the person was there. That it boded no good for me I well, knew, and X de termined to keep alert to what might at any instant happen behind me. No matter what should take place in front of me in that regally appointed room of terror, f must also guard against the danger which lurked be hind that now stilled tapestry. "She Was Good lo Me." When my eves again focussed on the duis tIre stretcher was standing by the foot of the throne-like chair from which leaned the man I had known as Smith. His eyes were blazing with cruelty, from which Katherine shrank with face as white as parchment. But she could not flee, for each of the stalwart stretcher bearers remorselessly held her by an arm. and it would have done her no good to run. she well knew, for even better than I she had seen the medieval guards who had seemed to step forth from every corner as we had come down the broad stairs. Out of mists there came to me the con cluding words of what must have been virulent accusations which cas cadcd from the lips of Smith. •'Spyl" he shot at Katherine. "Do you know what we (lo with spies here? Sometimes we are merciful and we kill them at once." His outstretched hand touched that of Joe's extended pleadingly to ward him from the slrntcher. The steel of a revolver Mashed In Joe’s hand .is with royal condescension Smith purred: "You. Joe, may have the pleasure of executing—" "She wag goot to me!" Joe gasped. “X no keel—” Smith’s eyes blazed, his sensuous lips wore distorted, he leaned forward like a Mash and the darting fingers that w renched the revolver from Joe s weak grasp must have pressed the trigger at the instant the barrel point ed at Joe's heart. Even Grace Draper recoiled from the sight—swinging close to the draperies which I thought now purted. “Now, the Old Man." For a long minute of which may shuddering terror prevented me from taking advantage, site released my arm. Then my arm was grasped again, but so different was the touch of those relenting fingers 1 thought it was another until with mute appeal I turned and saw those eyes glaring at me with almost maniacal rage through the yashmak veil. "I have demonstrated—" the slit tering figure in the throne-like chair was saying with horrible nonchal ance. “Oh. well, enough of such car rion!'1 ' His eyes swept over Katherine with leering insouciance. “Do you know, my dear, you're too good look ing to part with for a while at least. Besides. I must first find out how much you know before we let you sleep.” Kike a flame his darting eyes fell upon me. and I shuddered back, but in an instant would have flung my self upon my knees at his feet as his gaze fixed on my father, and his gut tural voice purred: "Now. the.old man. Only one thing we need from you—the formula you are to give us this morning.” “I'll see you burning for 1,000,000 years first!” My father’s voice wan stronger than I had heard it in months, as he cried: “Do you think [that tlie United States entrusts vital secrets to cowards? I have destroyed tlie record in my charge. My memory alone holds It, and that you shall never read—" Even before a shot rang out the great room was plunged into dark ness. The spluttering roar of re volvers which instantly was heard swiftly died in tho noise made by the feet of many running men. f strove to wrench.myself free from Grace Draper's clutch, a shot rang close beside my ear. my arm w-as re leased as I heard the woman at my side give a shuddering gasp and fall And then I was seized in arms which drew- me hack ward. r felt, the silken swish of the wall draperies against my riheek. tin n 1 ! heard a clang as my head hit some thing metallic, and X slipped inn* un consciousness. On Thursday Will Rp$in: “MV HUSBAND’S LOVE” i \dele Garrison’s New Phase of "KeAoIations of x Wife” It,-fix'd Eggs. Butter a shallow baking dish; break the ngg» mto it: season with pepper and salt, and put a bit of butter on each, bake until well set. Remove to a warm platter and serve. I Burgess Bedtime Stories By THORNTON \V. Bl'RGESS. Reddy I'ox 1le»rs About Johnny 4 buck. 4 »nl\ t h# foolish darft aver That thin or that cannot otrur. —Blacky the '.'row. Such a racket as there was over near a certain old stone wall licit beautiful spring morning! Bowser the Hound was barking as if he were trying to bark bis head off. Blacky the Crow, in the top of a tree a short distance away, was cawing as if he were trying to caw his head off. And in just the same way Sammy Jay was screaming at the top of his voice. It was a still morning and those voices carried a long distance. HCapt "What's nil the excitement about?" demanded I tidily . Over in the Old Pasture Reddy h’ox sat with his head on one side, listen ing. "I wonder what all that fuss is about.'' muttered Roddy. "Bomething exciting is going on. I wonder what it can be. I believe I'll slip down to the edge of the Green Meadow* and see if I can find out what Is going on." So Reddy swiftly trotted down to the edge of the Green Meadows and peered out from the bushes toward the plaee from which all tliat racket seemed to be eoming. "It's over by that old stone wall." muttered Reddy as he raised himself on his hind feet in Older to see t>etter. "It must be something very unusual to get Blacky the Crow so excited. Hammy .Jay gets excited over nothing, or pre tends to, anyway, but Blacky doesn't get excited unless there is acme thing to get excited about. I would j like to get near enough to see v.hat It Is all ultout, but it would be foolish to show myself, and llie grass is too short for me to hope to keep out <>f sight. Perhaps one of those fellows will come over this way raid 1 can find out w hat it all means." Sure enough, he hadn't waited very long before lie aaw Blacky the i row heading his way. Reddy stepped out where he knew Blacky would he sure to see him Blacky did see him, for there is little those sharp eyes of his miss. Instantly Blacky turned so as to fly directly to where Reddy was. He alighted in a small tree on the edge of the Old Pasture. "What is yll the excitement about?" demanded Reddy. "Johnny Chuck is up in a tree'." cried Rlarky. "Johnny Chuck is what?" barked Reddy. “Up in a tree!' retorted Blacky. “Is there anything the matter with your understanding?" "Xot a thing." replied Reddy short ly. “You said that Johnny Chuck is up in a tree. 1 heard you perfectly. .When I ask a question I like a truth ful answer. You ought to know me w,’ell enough to know that. You can't stuff me with nonsense, and it is no use to try." ' Who is trying to stuff you with nonsense?” retorted Blacky hotly. ‘ I said that Johnny Chuck is up in a tree. I repeat it, and What I say I mean. Johnny Chuck is up in a tree dyer by that old stone wall. If you don't lieiieve it go look for yourself ' “Chucks don't climb Ireesi” snapped Reddy. “Don't they? Well, there s one that does,” retorted Itlacky. He looked over toward the old stone wall, and then excitement made his eyes brighter than ever. Coming down the I,ong Bane he saw Farmer Brown's Boy. and he knew that Farmer i Brown's Boy was on his way to find out what Bowser was making such a fuss about. (Copyright, 19-3 * The next story: "The Surprise of Farmer Brown's Boy.” Uncle Sam Says • S _smwhki ; ^ t >»Tn^e. 19t3. Wy ICk« Vmtvr** jiyAian, lm ER (CjUUP) SO^ I r thought you ! Teu. me how : VAP IT tS To [/3000 * TlA aUANA / rAn.EE. Jjjfi - —- MCRV. («jA toF*k&f~ Mi f Thank vou, S'R. 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