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THE INDIANAPOLIS JOURNAL, SUNDAY, APRIL 3, 1904. PART THREE. The Richmond Group of Artists Admirable Interpreters of Nature 1 4 . s. Their Paintings Have a Sympathetic Quality A Picturesque Environment That Lends Itself Naturally to Reproduction by the Brush 1 12 ,v! J. ' " 'y v'fc ; f w .. tin . i' . Sit V - 2$

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TKe SKingle House a Style Well Suited to tKe Country The Universal Search, for Beauty in Building Too Often Followed by Failure... Architect Must Be an Artist

O one builds a house without wishN ins It to be beautiful. Look up and down the street and see how many, or rather, how few, succeed. " It makes no difference -whether you are standing on a street where the houses co-t from thirty to a hundred thousand dollars, or on one where the average cost is les than four or five thousand. The sad truth is that on any etreet a really beautiful house 13 rare indeed. Whether we build In brick, stone, weather boarding or shir-glea the results obtained are almost always unsatisfactory, and this despite the fact that the effort is conscientiously made- to obtain beauty. The search for beauty U well nigh universal. We seek it in the furnishing of our home?. In our clothing, in the pictures on our walls and in our art galleries. But how Tare is a truly beautiful room, an artistic gown or picture or statue that moves the cbserver to higher Impulses. "With all our earnestness, all our effort, beauty generally eludes us. To obtain beautiful homes two elements eeem necessary an architect with the artistic impulse and sufficient technical training to produce beauty, and a client with Intelligence and earnestness enough to supplement the architect's efforts. The two client and architect must work together and work intelligently. In other words, both must have a true, artistic appreciation and a rare Intelligence. Sometimes t-e intelligence on the part of the client must be of the supreme kind to acknowledge his own Ignorance of things architectural and to accept what his architect does for him. Thpn. if the architect is well chosen the result may be the truly beautiful house. But the combination of skillful architect and intelligent client is rare, so rare as to be alomst unknown. ,"We have many well-trained men practicing architecture and many serious people building houses. "When they learn to work together, and not before, shall we have satisfactory domestic architecture. i.WXXCni.T, MATTERS LITTLE. It makes little difference of what material a house is built. Any material used properly will yield good results. Shingles, itone, cement or brick may', be considered merely as a medium for artistic exprescion. As a painter uses water color, oil cr pastel and produces beauty, so the artist-architect may use the various materials of the builder. Each is a medium and each may express an artistic conception. Each must be used with the proper surroundings, under favorable conditions, never at haphazard and thoughtlessly. In New England during the late seventeenth and early eighteenth centuries many beantlful houses were built with shingled walls. These were designed by artists and executed by artist-craftsmen. .To-day they are thoroughly beautiful and satisfying. Seeing this, many house builders, in the sincere search for beauty, erected shingle houses, but used this medium carelessly and Ignorantly. Shingles were used in ways and locations not Justified by the Character of the material. A shingle house on a narrow city lot and a busy street is misplaced. It should never be crowded between other structures. It needs space, serenity. It should be surrounded with a green lawn, trees, clumps of bushes and old-fashioned flowers roses and hollyhocks. Brick and weather-boarding, stone and even cement stand the associations of city life, but not shingles. This 'material is one which adapts itsalf peculiarly to country or suburban life. It easily sinks Into and forms an aggreeable part of a landscape becomes one with nature, and with the works of man as shown in winding walks, stone walls, well lald-out grounds. It Is a material which grows xnore beautiful with time, which, with very passing year, better harmonizes with its surroundings. It takes on the toneccjrring restful to eye and brain. It is for these locations and unfortunate that it has ever been misused in a city or bustling town. THE SHINGLE HOUSE. . Shingles have borne much odium because f this misuse. People dd not discriminate Closely. They say, "Here is a new shingle Aouse. How ugly it is! Why were shingles ver used in this way?" And a few years later, "That shingle house looks as old as the hills. It needs to be painted, but even then it couldn't be made to look right. Shingles ought to be left for roof covering." But the fault is not with-the shingles only with their location, crowded on a narrow city lot. Again, they should never be used in combination with common turned brackets, columns, jag-saw work and elaborately decorated gables. Shingles call for simplicity and repose, not alone in location, but in the decoration of the structure. They, lend themselves to refinement in the moldings and decorative motives used with them better than does most ether material, and none is so harmed by crudeness and elaboration as this medium cf the architect and builder. There can be no question but that some Of our best work has been done in shingles, but It is a material which should never be used by a careless or inartistic architect, or for a client fond of overelaboration. White the first and, generally speaking, the most successful shingle houses were built in New England, this taction has not been alone in producing modern examples which are beautiful and satisfactory. Come of the best work in the country has been done in California. The breadth of composition and simplicity of line and decoration which characterizes the best architecture of this State are particularly well suited to the use of shingles. The broad eaves, plain wall surfaces and rational window treatment are helped by and. In turn, emphasize the good qualities pf this buridVis material. The writer recalls several instances in middle California in which the crchltect has placed his building In rela

Color by Charles Connor

tion to Its surrounding and worked out his composition jutt as a painter produces a picture. The low, broad buildings, with their artistic details, the lawns and characteristic vegetation, form a complete motive. The details arc very simple, but very line and delicate. The structures would not attract the attention of the ecstatic, but this is the chief merit of the picture. The houses are built for people of quiet, refined taste, and in themselves and relation to their surroundings express the lives of the owners. ADAPTED TO THE COAST. Shingle houses have been used very successfully along the Atlantic coast for summer residences. The long sweep of coast, the very barrenness of the soil, emphasize the strength and beauty of this medium. In fact, it seems to be used successfully wherever there 13 simplicity and breadth of surroundings. The writer recalls a charming group of hotel buildings on this coast in which no material other than shingles was used. The great architect. II. II. Richardson, used this material in some of his most successful works, but he used it rationally and logically, as he used all other materials. He did not use stone forms for a brick structure, neither did he use the decorations which are suitable for a house covered with weather boarding when he built with shingles. In fact, in such houses he really used no other material. There was no decoration but that which grew from logical use. The writer finds nothing .this artist did more satisfactory than some of these shingle houses. The color of the old New England shingle houses had much to do with their beauty. They were left untouched by paint and stain left to the intelligent touch of wind and weather. These gave a tender gray which no art can produce. But this took time; there were several years when the new shingles were aggressive and far from beautiful. We of to-day are naturally and not unreasouably impatient and do not care fto wait for nature's touch in coloring a house. So while we cannot produce the unexcelled coloring of time, we can stain in mild grays and dull browns, which are refined and pleading. These colors are really bleaches and produce none of the inartistic effects of most stains. These latter have been responsible for some of the disrepute into which shingle houses have fallen. They have been used in high, raucous colors, torturing to the eye when new, and even when bleached by time far from artistic. Time deals gently with color, as with most other things, but it can never entirely repair the damage of crude color thus applied. It must be borne In mind that good results in house building can be obtained with any structural material used sympathetically and intelligently, but each has Its limitations. Forms and even locations suitable to one should not be employed with the other. Terra cotta or brick are given the forms due stone, while wood is tortured out of all semblance to its natural use. In me limits or a single article all cannot bo considered, but it can be made clear that the haphazard use of materials of construction Is one of the main causes of inartistic structures. A Feud iri Knobland HE Jessups and the Whites, residents of the Clark county, InT i dlana. Knobs for many years, had a feud which extended back to 1S65, and I had been told that three or four men. had been killed on either side; therefore, when I reached the Jessups place in the highlands last week, where I was to stay a couple of days, I determined to find out the particulars. The opportunity came as the old man, who is over seventy years of age, sat on the veranda smoking, so I lit a cigar and joined him. I referred to what I had heard and asked him how the feud began. "Let's see," he said, as he scratched his head. "It's dun been so long I've about forgot. I reckon old man White took up my mewl for a stray and wanted to charge me a couple of dollars. We had a fout, and I took the mewl away. Then we began fussin and are at it ylt." "Is it true that several men have been killed "Oh. no. but six have been badly wounded. Just six." he replied, as he slowlv counted up. "Three Jessups aud three Whites." "And whenever you meet a White do you begin shooting?" "Oh. no! It's this way: If I go to town aud get three or four drinks, then I look for one o' the critters and try to kill him. It's about the same way with them, I reckon. We is alius ready to shoot, but we don't alius pull trigger." "When was the last shooting?" "Six months ago. See thar?" He rolled up his trousers' leg and exhibited a bullet wound which had Just nicely healed. "I met old "White in Henryvllle and we was both purty full. I shot an he shot. He hit me in the leg an I hit him in the shoulder." "Now, then. Mr. Jessup," said I. "this must be a very uncomfortable way to liw?" "Sartln." "You'd much rather be at peace?" "I would." "I presume White feels the same way. There has been enough blood shed over one old mule." "There has." "Suppose I go up nnd see White and talk it over with him? If I find he wauts peace, why can't I bring you two together to talk matters over and become friends?" "Y-e-s; I see." "Shan't I set about it?" "Look-a-here," he said, after thinking it over, "it can't be dun. Yo see you'd fix it for us to meet in the road halfway. I wouldn't trust him; and should take my gun. He wouldn't trust me, and he'd take his. When we met we'd begin to talk about that mewl, of co'se. I'd say the critter dun broke out of my lot and walked off. He'd say he thought it was a mewl from over t'other side of Round Top knob." "Weil, wouldn't that be all right?" "Of co'se it would, but right thar would come in- the trouble." "What trouble?" "Why, sah, we've met Jist that very way fo-teen different times, and nt Jist that pint I call him a thief, he calls me a liar and we begin to holler and shout and try to kill each other off. No, sah; no, sah. I'm sot and old. White Is sot. and it won't do. We kin never git beyand that mewl, and we've got to keep shooting over his bones till thcy-all or we-all is wiped out." WILL DIETZ.

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Eastern War Is Felt Locally In Higher Price of Camphor

The BulK of This Drug Is a Japa Is Now Being Shipped HE most serious effect from the Russian-Japanese war that has so far been felt in this city is with the druggists. The price of camphor has increased to such an T extent since this war has been in progress that it is becoming quite a serious matter, and a remedy for the situation is difficult to lind, for there is hardly anything that can take its place. This scarcity of camphor is not only felt locally, but all over the world, from the fact that all of the camphor used comes from Japan. Since, the war there has been very little exported from that country and this is what has made it so scarce and increased the price to such an extent. For a while exportation was entirely stopped, but it is now. reported that a few cargoes of camphor will from time to time be received, and for i this reason it Is thought by leading drug merchants that it has now reached the highest point in price and will remain stationary for some time. There are no indications that the price will drop, and during last week it looked very much as if it would rise a few points higher, but it did not. Holders say triat there will be no decline, for there is nothing to warrant it. The first cargo of camphor from Japan that has been received since the war started arrived some days ago at the harbor of Portland, Me. This cargo consisted of 200 cases, and while 100 was sent out for distribution over the United States, the other was stored. It is thought by keeping half of the cargoes that arrive in the United States the holders can thus stock up, and if during the war there would come such a time that the Japanese were unable to export champhor to this country they would have enough on hand to run for a time. In this way the supply could not be completely exhausted. There are from 30,000 to 50.000 pounds of camphor used in this city during the year, but on account of the rise in price this will have to be greatly reduced, for it will be impossible to get it; and as the price of this trade product has been practically doubled since the Czar and the Mikado cut short their voluminous correspondence, dealers are at a loss to say Just what they will substitute for it; yet they will be unable to procure the real article. The camphor trade of the world is controlled by the Japanese, and they annually export from that country upward of three and a half million pounds, and of this amount about .one million is consigned to the United States. IMPORTANT TO MANUFACTURERS. Those who will greatly feel this scarcity besides the druggists, for they, of course, use it in medical compounds of various kinds, will be the manufacturers of smokeless powder, as it is an important ingredient in this article. Camphor is also used extensively in the manufacture of celluloid and various materials used in the arts India ink, etc. The principal trouble that these various manufacturers will experience is that there Is no adequate substitute for it, though a "synthetic camphor," obtained from the oil of turpentine by a process of oxidation, is now made in London and put on the American market and has been used with a degree of success in gunpowders and celluloid. The concern which produces this can easily turn out one ton of it a week, and In appearance it resembles very closely the genuine camphor, but it Is said that it cannot be used in medicines with any satisfactory result. If, however, this manufactured article could be made to be equally as strong as that which grows the problem would be

Experiment with Nutrition Schemes

IN 1S9S Horace K. Fletcher pub lished a little book on' economic nutrition. Briefly, his theory is that we do not chew our food sufficiently. Before 'being swal lowed it should be reduced practically to a liquid state. If solid material remains after prolonged mastication it should not - be passed into the stomach. In his view the digestive organs are unnecessarily taxed by anything that is indigestible. Even liquids must be chewed In some sort. He claims to have wrought wonders with his methods. He has made a new man of himself, gets along with one-third of his former rations and in some tests of muscular exertion easily defeats the old-fashioned feeder. He asserts that if intoxicating drinks are held in the mouth long enough to be properly acted upon by the saliva their intoxicating principles are destroyed. His regimen, if universally adopted, would therefore dispose of intemperance. In the usual fashion of extremists, what has worked well In his own case must become a panacea. When Mr. Fletcher made his announcement I had a slight stomach trouble and was in a mood to experiment. I began one morning at breakfast and ground away with the most painstaking perseverance. I determined, if possible, to go Mr. Fletcher one better. From the beginning the system was mechanical, irksome, artificial and gave little promise of good results. Of the minor disagreeable effects I first noticed a painful weariness of the Jaws. The ordinary qualities of foods disappeared and everything was reversed. Old favorites were repugnant and my appetite began to appear depraved. Hard bread crackers and substances that would resist the teeth were all that would appeal to mc. Potatoes, mush, pastries and soft cereals were intolerable. Fruits lost their relish, and the worst of all was to lose such delicacies as strawberries and Ice cream. Meats and fibrous vegetables were not agreeable because of the waste tissue which had to be ejected from the mouth. In fact, about 05 per cent, of all foods became disgusting. I felt as cuie might who was trying to live solely on chewing gum. My indifference to all of the dishes that had formerly made

Painting by FranK J. Cirardin

nese Product, and So Little of It That a Scarcity Exists easily solved, for it can be made much faster and in greater quantities than it can be taken from the trees. People need not think that a camphor famine would not be felt by the average person, and that the only one who will materially feel it will be the druggist, for who docs not use camphor about the house in some manner? The famine will be felt along the line of every-day living. Trobably the woman of the house will feel it more than any one else after housccleaning is over and she puts away the winter wraps from the ubiquitous moths. The moth will, as soon as the spring days become warm enough, come forth and commence action, and if it were not for the camphor which clothes are packed in he would hold high carnival during the sumn.er. The acquaintance which the ordinary individual has with camphor is usually limited to the. few ounces of the pungent, translucent crystals which he occasionally purchases, yet the biography of any gVain of this would be as interesting, in its way. as that of the Mikado himself. If one should write the history of camphor he would write the history of eastern Asiatic and American commerce. This would involve the story of countless individual lives which have been cast into its forests seeking fortunes. Camphor, in fact, holds a rather odd corner in the world of trade. The Arabians were the first to introduce it into Europe, and with them it was used as a common refrigerant, but its use was unknown to the ancient Greek3 and Romans. Garcia d'Orto mentions camphor as in ordinary use throughout Europe as early as 1563. MUST BE, REFINED. Of course before camphor can be used for any practical purpose it must first go through a refining process. Those who first subjected it to the refining process were the Venetians. A little later the Dutch took it up and they long held a monopoly on the trade, and only a few decades has this refining business been made generally known. Even now it is said that a camphor refinery is closed to the public. In this country there are but five of these establishments, and they are located in San Francisco, Boston, Philadelphia, Jersey City and New York. The camphor tree of commerce is known to science as laurus eamphora and to the Japanese it 1& known by even a more complicated name, for it is called by them the ku-su-no-ki. This tree is something like the oka In appearance, but an evergreen', the bark not deeply corrugated and the leaf oval. The camphor tree is a botanical cousin of the American laurel and the sassafras. So to speak, there is not a more curious Individuality than that possessed by camphor crystals. If they are thrown upon the surface of clear water, for instance, they assume a regular rotary motion, which, undisturbed, goes on Indefinitely. This, however, can be slopped by the presence of a single drop of oil. Camphor has decided chemical affinities and runs the whole range of the solar spectrum in its resultant colors in combination with such substances. Its effect upon the human system Is primarily and chiefly directed to the cerebral and nervous centers. Moderate doses in health produce mental exhilaration. For poisoning resulting from an overdose there is known antidote. To poison one, however, would require quite a large dose, but, nevertheless, camphor whenever taken should be used very sparingly by every one, so physicians say. eating a pleasure worried me. The routine was not wholly unpleasant while eating toast, potato chips, crackers and other similar hard and brittle substances, but nothing could be worse than a piece of raspberry pie. Berry seeds are as tasteless as gravel, and when they are ground up In combination with a pastry mass the mixture is as palatable as castor oil. Berries with small seeds were evidently intended to be bolted. Soon after I began the experiment I was attacked with a nausea which kept increasing. At the end of a week I was positively sick and nervous almost to the point of hysteria. The precipitation of unusual quantities of saliva Into the stomach disordered every function and I was ready for the doctor. The complete reversal of my regular habits made life uninteresting and unreal. The thought of eating was loathsome and I found, as Mr. Fletcher found, that I could eat not more than a third of the former quantity. I do not believe that the experiment would go as hard with everyone, but a week of scientific eating was enough for me. Mr. Fletcher's theory may perhaps be applied within limits. Being no scientist I will take a part of it on faith. We doubtless eat too hurriedly, but if we have aliments they are not due to bolting but to the mental state which produces bolting. If the mind Is at rest the stomach will digest anything that is edible, unless, of course, there Is organic weakness. The notion that indigestible matter is unnecessary is not well advised. Surely the lower animals have not vitiated their appetites by dissipation or artificial living, yet the chicken eats pebbles, bits of glass and the dog eats bones. Cattle eat acres of mere rubbish. Nine-tenths of all we eat contains Indigestible particles. Is nature in conspiracy against us? JOHN I. HARDIN. The Lnmp. The mortal vase eemed all too frail an slight; A rosy pirtt slowed within the clay And shed its radiance along our way. At last God's hand gently put out the light. And so began the darkness of our night? Nay so began the brightness of her day! Annie Catharine Muirbead, in the April Century.

NDIANAPOLIS people are becoming well acquainted with the A Richmond, Ind., group of artists. Their several exhibits in this city have brought them many friends and admirers and their return is always welcome. A description was given a day or two ago by the Journal of some of the pictures of Messrs. Bundy, Garardin and Connor of this group, now to be seen at Herman's art store. Further descriptions might be offered of other paintings, hung since that time, but language always falls short when impressions first conveyed to the eye are concerned; words carry but little idea of the beauty, the motive, the soul of , a painting. Further detail concerning these pictures is, therefore, unnecessary. It need only be said that in the oils and water colors by these three workers are found individuality and character to a degree not often seen in more pretentious collections. They speak the soul of the genuine artist who loves his work and puts his soul into it. In such pictures the artist always retains an ownership no matter who may purchase the canvases. Other Indiana artists may naturally have a little harmless envy of their Richmond brethren, for apart from the admirable technique, the abstract artistic merit, there is a charm that comes in many cases from a happy choice of subject, these Richmond gentlemen having at their doors a most picturesque landscape, which affords endless opportunity to the artist. In the wooded hills, the beautiful valleys, the winding lanes, pictures crowd upon the artistic eye and in a sense make themselves. Perhaps some of the personality that shines through these bits of landscape transferred to canvas come from the love borne by the painters for the particular view so familiar to them. However this may be, it is gratifying to know that Indiana's natural beauty has such sympathetic interpreters.

1 Re Missing Man

CONTINUED FROM YESTERDAY. Synopsis of Preceding Chnpter. Arthur Hamilton, of Grovedale, N. II.. takes leave of his wife and two little children one May day to go away for an absence of two weeks on a mission which he does not explain and to a place which he does not name. A like mysterious trip has been taken during every May of their married life and has formed the only cloud between them. The wife Is loyal. but doubts arise in fpite of her. She watches her huf-bani on this occasion from an upper window and ees a strange woman emerge from the village inn and greet him on his way to the railroad station. A week after his departure a clerk from the bank in which Hamilton is employed as cashier comes to his residence to Fee him and tells the suspicious Mrs. Hamilton that he saw her husband at the bank at 8 o'clock the night before. She has not seen him and is greatly alarmed. CHAPTER III. CASHIER'S MATTERS AT THE BANK. Constance was left a prey to anxious thoughts while Tony went on toward the mill building, a long, low-built structure on the river bank. At a distance it resembles a mammoth bee-hive in more respects than one. Men toiling back and forth and the busy hum of machinery were all, pei haps, that suggested the similarity, but it .certainly existed. Tony asked to see Mr. Carter, and was directed to his office, a comfortable enough apartment at the rear of the building. ."I am up to my ears in business," he growled, as he recognized Tony, and then he fell to sorting letters. "What do you make of that, now?" holding up the signature of one to Tony. "Barclay & Co.." he read. "Bar-clay and dirt! "Why can't a man write instead of making tracks like that?" "Mr. Carter, have you seen Mr. Hamilton, this morning or last night?" "Seen Mr. Hamilton! What do you mean, young man? You ought to know I haven't, without asking," he said irritably. Though Mr. Carter was the best natured of men, as was Mr. Henderson, also, they reminded Tony of a couple of hens ruffled by a breeze. They could do nothing but cluck angrily at this enforced attendance upon business they usually managed to shirk. "Mr. Hamilton was at the bank last night, that's all." said Tony. "And never came near the mill! Look here Henderson!" he called. "Vane has come, and we can get him to straighten that coasignment matter." "By George, I'm glad of it. You know. Carter, I said this morning he was likely to walk in at any time." "But it seems he hasn't," said Tony, coolly, amused, in spite of his anxiety, at their readiness to shuffle off their responsibilities. And then he told them the facts as he had done to Mrs. Hamilton. "By George! That looks bad, don't it, Carter?" "Yes, where can he be now?" "That's the question. Perhaps he came back after something, and didn't want to trouble Constance by going there. She, of course, would object to his going away again, and he knows It. He knows very well, too, that his mysterious Journeys vex her, as well they might." "Where does he go, Carter, every year in May?" "You know as well as I do. I only hope there's no danger in it, that's all. Seems as if there must be, or he would tell Constance." "What; doesn't she know?" "Not a word, no more than you or I." "Not much like my. wife, or she would have had the secret before this. What could he have wanted at the bank? By George! I hope nothing happened to him after he left It. Locked all right?" looking at Tony. "Yes, sir. Mr. Hamilton has keys of his own." "Mr. Carter, your niece would like to have you step up to the house." "Worried, hey! Well, Henderson, you just fix that matter as-we talked. It seems we must get along without Vane a while longer. I hope nothing has happened to him, as you say. I'll Just go up to see Constance. 1 we only knew the nature of his business away, or his whereabouts, but we don't;" and with a worried air Mr. Carter followed Tony. Constance was greatly excited when he reached the house. "O uncle, something dreadful has happened to Vane!" she exclaimed, as soon as she saw him. "Oh, no, Constance, I guess not. I guess he had business at the bank, something connected with the deposit vault in Boston. He may have been hurried, and didn't want to alarm yau." "But after he had spoken to Tony, uncle, he must have known I should worry." "Yes, so you would. Vane ought to have

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y MARY R. P. HATC thought of that, but men are inconsiderate. Very inconsiderate, men are, my dear." "Vane isn't. He would know I should worry. I am sure something has happened to him." "Can't you write anywhere to find out?" "He gave me an address in Boston, the same I always write to when he is away, but it amounts to but little." "Why?" "Because, as Vane explained, he might be miles away, though in the course of a week a letter so addressed was pretty sure to reach him." "At all events, it will do no harm to write." "I will, at once; but he ought to be home in a week, now, whether he was at the bank last night or not." "Yes, he should. Let's see; you got a letter from him last week?" "No, and he usually writes from Boston the day after be arrives." "And you have heard nothing since he went away?" "Nothing. I wondered at It, for I usually receive a line from him at least four times in the two weeks he is absent." "Constance, has it never struck you as a strange matter that he should go away alone every year in May and stay two weeks?" Mr. Carter looked soberly into his niece's face as he asked the question. "Yes, it seems very strange, very mysterious, doubly so in the light of present affairs." "Well, a week, will soon pass, and, no doubt, Vane will return safe and well. But let me advise you, Constance. Question him about his journeys, where he goes. You have a right to know." "I had decided to, uncle; for, as you say, I have the right to know. As I have said, the time did not pass very quickly, for time lags to hearts wearied or worried. Constance dispatched her letter to the Boston address, and inquiries were made in Grovedale concerning Mr. Hamilton's appearance there on the 22d of May, which was the time alleged by youug Osborn as the date when he saw and spoke to him. But no one had seen him, or any person particularly resembling him. This was a strange circumstance, as at that hour the streets were never deserted, and the electric lights, one of which gleamed at the corner not far from the bank, made it seem Impossible that he could have approached the bank, entered it, and gone away unseen. But providing he had done so, what was his object, and why did he neglect to go to his own home, only a few rods distant. Some people in Grovedale discredited Osborn's statement, while others averred that he must have been mistaken, though, without doubt, they said, he thought he was correct in making it. On the other hand, many believed that harm had come to the cashier after he left the bulliing, while the bank officials thought the matter serious enough to call a meeting and look over the books, deposits and collaterals of the bank. People who had money in the savings institution got wind of the matter, and the passbooks began to come in so rapidly the directors publicly announced that all should be attended to in due season, but that no Irregularities had thus far been discovered, nor did they expect to find any. Mr. Hamilton was expected in three days now, when, no doubt, matters would settle in their old place. The bank examiner, meanwhile, would in any case soon be there. For the rest, Mr. Hamilton's bondsmen, Carter, Henderson and Deane. were responsible men. " And thus the matter rested, if it could be said to rest when half a dozen bank officials, aided by young Osborn, were Industriously turning over all the bank Locks, looking up collaterals and deposits, which at one point showed a difference of several thousand dollars. But there were one or two erasures la the balance sheets, difficult to understand, and yet which might be made to come right in the hands of the bank examiner. It was too soon to say there was anything wrong. Besides, Mr. Hamilton was possessed of ample means, and would, no doubt, place matters on a firm footing when he returned. The passbooks which had been examined had teen found absolutely correct. Still, as I have said, the officials, with anxious faces and behind closed doors, pored over the ledger and cashbooks from dawn till nightfall. Constance knew nothing of all this stir, for there was no one to tell her. Mrs. Fry was very indignant at what she deemed the unworthy course of public feeling, and walked the -hole length of Main street with a 120 blxl ia her hand, to be entered

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'J 1 A THrilling Tale cf Mystery, Dealing witK a Startling Phase of Hypnotic Influence and Doubl Personality Copyright by Lee & Shepard.J Ii at the savings bank as a proof of her faith in the institution, past and rresent. "If he came at all it was to set Mima matters right at the bank; that's my idee, an I don't care who knows it, And if harm come to him afterwards they'd better be draggin the river or scttiu' folks to a-huntin' of m up. I say," said she. No reply came to the letter Mrs. Hamilton had written, and the air by Tuesday night, which was Just two weeks from tha time Mr. Hamilton left Grovedale, was rife with a hundred rumors. At the 6tatlon when the train whistled In, the platform was crowded with expectant people. Mra . Hamilton, with her children and Mr. Carter were all there, waiting, and trying to look placid and cheerful, but to little purpose. About twenty people alighted, but Vana was not among them. "He will come to-morrow, sure," said Mr. Carter, cheerfully. "Come. Constance. See where you are stepping, Clare. For heaven's sake, look cheerful. Constance." (In an undertone this was said.) "How can I look cheerful?" asked Coostance, drawing down her veil. "Will he come to-morrow. Uncle Carter?" asked IVrley. "I think so." "Then what did the man at the station mean by saying he had gone off with the green-headed woman?" "Green-headed woman? what 3o you mean, Tcrley?" "I don't know. That's what he said; I heard him. Do people ever have green hair?" "I never heard of such a thing. The man was talking so to plague you." "No, he was talking to another man and I overheard him." "You must have understood with your elbows. Here's some money. Run into Smith's and get some candy for yourself and Clare. Cheer up, Constance. Vane will be here to-morrow; if not, the day after, surely," he said, kindly, for he noticed that she was deadly pale. "But what could the boy have meant about tha green-haired woman?" "Doubtless it is known that & woman with curiously tinted "hair spoke to Van on the street the morning he went away. She was a stranger and traveling north, but they left town about the same time." "Oh. yes, that explains It. The man was Joking. I thought. so." But Mr. Hamilton did not return the next day nor the second, and by this time his wife was thoroughly alarmed, as he had never before overstayed his two Weeks absence by so long a time. Besides, young Osborn's declaration that he had returned to the bank In the interval made the matter assume a very mysterious character. The bank examiner was sent for, and. a detective engaged to look after the missing man. It must not be understood that he was regarded in the light of an absconding cashier, for nothing yet had seemed to point seriously to this view of the matter. It was Mrs. Hamilton who employed the detective, and it was to her he came for orders and to hear her version of the matter, although he promised himself a talk with the bank officials and mill partners later. Mrs. Hamilton was very much unnerved when Mr. Bruce was shown into, the sitting room, and seeing this he did nut immediately open the business of his call, but chatted pleasantly with Clare, who was just beginning to take music lessons, and was struggling with her "scales." "Like music?" asked the detective, amiably. "No; I hate It the scales, anyway." "But Just think, all the beautiful muslo in the world is hidden In the scales." The girl looked Interested. "Can you play?" she asked. "A little," he said, and sitting down at the piano he flooded the room with melody, for In truth he was a fine musician. "Oh. you can." she said, but he did uot answer, for he was studying the child's face, features and head with great interest. Then he turned to Perley, who stood by, and perused him iu the same manner. "Fine children, madam. Little girl takes after her father, the boy after you. I see." "Yes. you are right. Do you believe in phrenology or physiognomy?" he asked, for she had observed his scrutiny. "Not as a general thing, at least, la the very young. A person gv-ts. let us say. a snub nose from one ancestor, large eye from another, a sweet smile from a thid. Then how dots this Index character? Tima is eminently more successful. After a sufficient number of years hav passed, the traits and passions wear rtams In the face, just as a flood seums the earth. You know rocks are heaped in strange places then; there are deposits that Brow wild, llowers where we looked for weeds, 'and vice versa. But excuse me. I like to Mudy children's faces to learn what they have inherited from their parents. Children's faces index the parents" characters muca better than their own." j

fTo Be Continued To-morrow.