Hammond Times, Volume 2, Number 83, Hammond, Lake County, 24 September 1907 — Page 3

Tuesday, Sept. 24, 1907.

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erpen By FERGUS HUME, Author "Oif Mystery cf & Htniom Cab." "04 Mandarin's Fan." Etc Copyright. 130G. by G. W. Dilllnsham Company. ; CHAPTER II. 10. 45 Gwynco street was a sec ondhand bookshop, and much of the stock was almost as old as the building Itself. A weath er stained board of faded blue bore la tarnished gold lettering the name of Its owner, and under this were two broad windows divided by a squat door, open on week days from 8 In the morning until 8 at uight. Within, the shop was dark and had a musty odor. On either side of the quaint old house was a butcher's and a baker's flaunting places of business, raw In their newness. Between the first named establishment and the bookshop a low, narrow passage led to a email back yard and to a flight of Bllmy eteps, down which clients who did not wish to be seen could arrive at a kind of cellar to transact business with Aaron Norman. This individual combined two distinct trades. On the ground floor he sold secondhand books; In the cellar he bought jewels and gave money on the same to needy people. In the shop, pale youths, untidy, abstracted old men, spectacled girls and all varieties of the pundit caste were to be seen poring over ancient volumes or exchanging words with the proprietor. But to the cellar came fast young men, aged spendthrifts, women of no reputation and some who were very respectable indeed. These usually came at night, and in the cellar transactions would take place which Involved much money exchanging hands. In the daytime Mr. Norman was an innocent bookseller, but after 7 he retired to the cellar and became as genuine a pawnbroker as could be found in London. Touching books he was easy enough to deal with, but a Shylock as regards jewels and money lent. Vith his bookish clients he passed for a dull shopkeeper who knew little about literature; but in the underground establishment he was spoken, of by those who came to pawn as a usurer of the worst. In an underhand way he did a deal of business. It was this strange man that Taul Beecot encountered iu the doorway of the G wynne street shop the day after his meeting with Hay. Many a visit had Paul paid to that shop and not ah jfrays to buy books. Norman knew him very well, and, recognizing him in a fleeting look as he passed through the doorway, smiled weakly. Behind the counter stood Bart Tawsey, the lean underling, who was much sharper with buyers than was his master, but after a disappointed glance in his direction Paul addressed himself to the bookseller. "I wish to see you particularly." he said, with his eager air. "I am going out on important business," said Norman, "but if you will not be very long" "It's about a brooch I wish to pawn." The old man's mouth became hard and his eyes sharper. "I can't attend to that now, Mr. Beecot," he said, and his voice rang out louder than usual. "After 7." "It's only 6 now," said Paul, looking over his shoulder at a church clock which could be seen clearly in the palo summer twilight. "I can't wait." "Well. then, as you are an old customerof books," said Aaron, with emphasis, "I'll stretch a point. You can go below at a quarter to 7, and I'll come round through the outside passage to see you. Meantime I must go about my business." and he went away with his head hanging and his solitary eye searching the ground as usual. Paul, in spite of his supposed hurry, was not ill pleased that Aaron had gone out and that there was an Idle hour before him. He stepped lightly luto tho shop, and under the flaring gas which was lighted, so dark was the Interior of the shop in spite of the luminous gloaming he encountered the smile of Party. Paul, who was sensitive and proudly reticent, grew red. He knew well enough that his apparent admiration of Sylvia Norman had attracted the notice of Bart and of the red armed wench, Deborah Junk, who was the factotum of the household. Not that he minded, for both these servants were devoted to Sylvia and knowing that she returned the feelings of Paul sakl nothing about the position to Aaron. Beecot could not afford to make enemies of the pair and had no wish to do so. They were coarse grained and common, but loyal and kindly of heart. "Got any new books. Bart?' asked Beecot, coming forward with roving eyes, for he hoped to see Sylvia glide out of the darkness to bless his hungry eyes. "No. sir. We never get new books." replied Bart smartly. "Leastways there's a batch of secondhand novels published last year. But bless you, Mr. Beecot, there ain't nothing new about them 'cept the bindings." "You are severe, Bart. I hope to be a novelist myself." "We need one. sir. For the most part tluv'i as write now ain't novelists, if that means telling anything as is new. But I must go upstairs, sir. Miss Sylvia said I was to tell her when you came." "Oh. yes erer that is she wants to see a photograph of my old home. I promised to show it to her." Paul took a parcel out of his pocket. "Can't J go up?" ' 4No. sir. 'Twouldu't be wise. The

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old man may come back, and if he knew as you'd been In his house," Bart jerked his head toward the ceiling, "he'd take a fit" "Why? He doesn't think I'm after the silver?" "Lor bless you no, sir. It ain't that What's valuable silver end gold and jewels and such like Is down there." Bart nodded toward the floor. "But Mr. Norman don't like people coming Into his private rooms. lie's never let in any one for years." "Perhaps be fears to lose the fairest jewel he has " Bart was what the Scotch call "quick In the uptake!" "He don't think so much of her as he ought to, sir," said he gloomily. "But I know he loves her and wants to make her a great heiress. When he goes to the worms Miss Sylvia will have a pretty penny. I only hope," added Bart, looking slyly at Paul, "that he who has her to wife won't squander what the old man has worked for." Beecot colored still more at this direct hint and would have replied, but at this moment a large, red faced, ponderous woman dashed Into the shop from a side door. "There," said she, clapping her hands In a childish way, "I know'd his vice, an' I ses to Miss Sylvia, as Is sittin' doing needlework, which she do do lovely, I ses 'That's him,' and she ses, with a lovely color, 'Oh, Deborah, jus' see, fur m'eart's a-beatlng too loud for me fear 'is vice.' So I ses" Here she became breathless and clapped her hands again, so as to prevent interruption. But Paul did interrupt her, knowing from experience that when once set going Deborah would go on until pulled up. "Ctyi't I go up to Miss Norman?" he asked. "You may murder me, and slay me, and trample on my corp." said Deborah" solemnly, "but go up you can't Master would send me to walk the streets if I dared to let you, innocent as you are, go up them stairs." "Can't I see her in the cellar?" he asked. "Mr. Norman said I could go down to wait for him." "Sir," said Deborah, plunging forward a step like a stumbling bus horse, "don't tell me as you want to pawn." "Well, I do," replied Paul softly, "but you needn't tell every one." "It's only Bart," cried Deborah, casting a fierce look in the direction of the slim, sharp faced young man, "and if he was to talk I'd take his tongue out. That I would. I'm a-tralning him to be my husband, as I don't hold with the ready made article, and married he shall be by parsing and clark If he's a good boy and don't talk of what don't matter to him." "I ain't goin to chatter," said Bart, with a wink. "Come this way, Mr. Beecot, to the place where Old Nick have his home, for that he is when 7 strikes." "You shouldn't speak of your master that way," protested Paul. "Oh. shouldn't I?" snorted the maid, with a snort surprisingly loud. "And who have a better right, sir? I've

been here twenty year as servant and nuss and friend and 'uinble well wish er to Miss Sylvia, coming a slip of a girl at ten, which makes me thirty, I don't deny; not that it's too old to marry Bart, though he's but twenty and makes up in wickedness for twice that age. I know master, and when the sun's up there ain't a better man living, but turn on the gas and he's an Old Nick. Bart, attend to your business and don't open them long ears of yours too wide. I won't have a listening husband, I can tell you. This way, sir. Mind the steps." By this time Deborah had convoyed Paul to a dark corner behind the counter and jerked back a trap door. Here he saw a flight of wood steps which led downward into darkness. But Miss Junk snatched up a lantern on the top step and having lighted it dropped down, holding it above her red and tousled head. Far below her voice was heard crying to Beecot to "Come on." Therefore he followed as quickly as he could and soon found himself In the cellar. All around was dark, but Deborah lighted a couple of flaring gas jets and then turned, with her arms akimbo, on the visitor. "Now then, sir, you and me must have a talk, confidential like." said she In her breathless way. "It's pawning, Is it? By which I knows that you ain't brought that overbearing pa of yours to his knees." Paul sat down in a clumsy mahogany chair which stood near a plain deal table and stared at the handmaiden. "I never told you about my father," he said, exhibiting surprise. "Oh, no. of course not" Miss Junk tossed her head "me being a babe an' a suckling, not fit to be told anything. But you told Miss Sylvia, and she told me, as she tells everything to her Debby, God bless her for a pretty flower!" She pointed a coarse, red finger at Paul. "If you were a gay deceiver, Mr. Beecot, I'd trample on your eorp this very minute if I was to die at Old Bailey for the doing of It." Seeing Deborah was breathless again, Faul seized his chance. "There is no reason you shouldn't know all about me. and" "No. Indeed, I should think not begging your pardon, sir. But when you comes here six months back, I ses to Miss Sylvia. I ses. 'He's making eyes at you. my lily. and she ses to me, she ! pays, 'Oh. Debby, I love him. that I do.' j And then I ses. ses I, 'My pretty, he looks a gent born and bred, but that's j the wust kind, so we'll find out if he's to him.' " "But I'm not a liar" began rani, only to be cut short again. "As well I knows." burst out Miss 1 Junk, her arms akimbo again. "Do j you think, sir. as I'd ha' let you come j loving my pretty one and me not j knowing If It was Judas or Jezebel? Not me. If I never drank my nightly droD of beer again. What you told

Miss Sylvia of your frantic pa and your loving ma she told me. Pumping you may call it," shouted Deborah, emphasizing again with the red finger, "but

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Far below her voice teas heard crying to Beecot to "Come on." everything you told in your lover way she told her old silly Debby. I ses to Bart if you loves me, Bart, go down to Wargrove, wherever it may be if In England, which I doubt and If he meaning you don't tell the truth, out he goes if I have the chucking of him myself and a police court summings i over it. So Bart goes to Wargrove, and he find out that you speaks true, which means that you're a gent, sir, if ever there was one, in spite of your frantic pa, so I hopes as you'll marry my flower and make her happy bless you!" And Deborah spread a large pair of mottled arms over Paul's head. "It's all true," said he good naturedly; "my father and I don't get on well together, and I came to make a name In London. But for all you know, Deborah, I may be a scamp." "That you are not," she burst out. "Why, Bart's been follerin' you everywhere, and he and me. which is to be his lawful wife and master; knows all about you and that there place in Bloomsbury, and where you go and where you don't go. And lei me tell you, sir," again she lifted her finger threateningly, "if you wasn't what you oughter be never would you see my pretty one again no, not if I had to wash the floor In your blue blood for blue it is, if what Bart learned was true of them stone Aggers in the church." and she gasped. Paul was silent for a few minutes, looking at the floor. He wondered that he had not guessed all this. Often it had seemed strange to him that so faithful and devoted a couple of retainers as Bart and Deborah Junk should favor his wooing of Sylvia and keep it from their master, seeing that they knew nothing about him. "All the same," he said aloud, and following his own thoughts, "it's strange that you should wish her to marry me." Miss Junk made a queer answer. Tm glad enough to see her marry any one respectable, let alone a gent Mr. Beecot, twenty year ago, a slip of ten, I come to nuss the baby as was my loving angel upstairs, and her ma had ust passed away to jine them as lives overhead playing harps. All these years I've never heard a young step on them stairs, save Miss Sylvia's and Bart's, him having come five years ago, and a brat he was. And would you believe It. Mr. Beecot, I know no more of the old man than you do. lie's queer, and he's wrong altogether, and that frightened of being alone in the dark as you could make him a corp with a turnip lantern." "What is he afraid of?" "Ah." said . Beb6rah significantly, "what indeed? It may be police and It may be ghosts; but ghosts or police, he never ses what he oughter say if he's a respectable man, which I sadly fear he ain't." "He may have his reasons to' Miss Junk tossed her head and snorted again loudly. "Oh. yes he has his reasons," she admitted, "and Old Bailey ones they are. I dessay. But there's somethin' 'anging over his head. Don't ask me what it is, fur never shall you know, by reason of my being ignorant But whatever it is, Mr. Beecot, it's something wicked, and shall I see my own pretty in trouble?" "How do you know there will be trouble?" interrupted Paul anxiously. "I've heard him pray," said Miss Junk mysteriously "yes. you may look, . for there ain't no prayer in the crafty i eye of hin but pray he do, and asks to be kept fr.om danger" "Danger?" "Danger's the word, for I won't deceive yon. no, not If you paid me better wages than the old man do give and he's as near as the paring of an onion. So I ses to Bart, if there's danger and trouble and Old Baileys about, the toouer Miss Sylvia have some dear man to give her a decent name and pertect her the more happy old Deborah will be." "Yes. yes, I see. Well. Deborah, you can depend upon my looking after your ! pretty mistress. If I were only reconciled with my father I would speak to i Mr. Norman." ! "Don't sir don't!" cried the woman ! fiercely, and making a clutch at Paul's arm; "he'll turn you out. he will, not '. being anxious fur any one to have my Cower, though love her as he , oughter do, he don't, no." cried Debj orah, "nor her ma before her. who i died with a starrm' 'eart But you

FOE MADAM AND MADEMOISELLE By SUSIE SMITHERS.

FASHION FANCIES It will take time to accustom ourselves to this sudden modish rlnnge Into very dark colors after bcvtrI years wear of the palest of cloud and pastel tints at day funcUom. From white, cream, ecru, and nastli, day costumes, to almost lnvlsiti'.o greens, blues and purples is an ur.tookad tor Jump. A few weeks later, r rebcund will occur, starting a laudation of the new fashion, tor every woman considers it incumbent upon her to make her approval heard on all sides. Street Suits. Street costumes are altogether tailor made, of either very dark or medium shades of cloth. Skirts of new costumes appear somewhat longer than last season, but owing to the condition of our torn up city, shorter skirts must be adopted by women who go afoot chiefly. Costumes which have for trimming', only touches of embroidery upon the turn-over collar of jacket, and on the bottom of the sleeves that are buttoned up the front with a composition button, repeating the line of the cloth, have skirts entirely untrlmmed. The present skirt shows no marked difference from those of the spring, as they fit the upper figure, and are bell-shaped. The great change noticeable is in the tight fitting long sleeve that rules for street and many house costumr-s so far. The Japanese sleeve was run into a cheapness and bad taste at every turn, the summer through, so that the present relief into the dignity of long close arm lines is a most welcome feature of the autumn and winter gown, and of coat styles for the street. Braids and ornamental passementerie pendants, are once more for the tailor exposition in many pleasing ways and very heavy and pronounced frogs will serve to enrich cloth coats charmingly. Trig and smart-looking are the autumn skirts and coats, together with the traveling or driving coats, that are now so fixed a necessity for the large contingent that always rusli off in the early September days from summer haunts. The new striped cloths which make such pleasing costumes are to be seen made up into long coats as well. Experienced motorists, however, will choose the regular coat cloths in preference, knowing too well the abuse they are destined for In dally off and on and rbugh usage, such as the stripes mentioned. The charm of motoring lies in part with the fitness of dress worn and the sense of ease that comes from having chosen the proper things to wear. For walking, three-quarter length coats with skirts to match made of these striped cloths answer well for street purposes. One would like to see the young contingent wearing them In the same trig smart way they have worn the single colored cloths from early spring as they were of all costumes, the most becoming for general going about. They gave even to the girl without the least J approach to chic an air of good form of being weji sot up. It is to be hoped the fashion will hold out another season. IMirpIe Likely To Be Overpopular. There is every prospect from present indications, that the grande mode for purples is to be vulgarized to the last degree, so that the fastidious and comparatively economical women, as well as very rich ones, will wear it with utmost discretion if they do not avoid it altogether on the street, reserving it for carriage and house dress. The beauty and elegance of the new materials in this fashionable color will of course, keep them exclusive in spite of the cheap output now flooding the shops. This is a condition of things that certain manufacturers help along zealously and have been doing for years. Fortunately the well dressed choose fabrics, the price of which, permits the use of dyes that cannot be cheapened and that fixedly mark the correct style when made up. THINGS WE TALK ABOUT High Collars Will play havoc with our necks this fall Just as the sun and wind have during the summer. The irritation that comes from a rough-edged collar may be avoided by discarding the collar Immediately when the edge breaks the least little bit, but even then the neck has not been protected from the worst that the stiff collar style can do to it. Discolored streaks are sure to result from wearing anything tight around the neck day in and day out, and the worst of the starched collar is that it must be tight in order to look well. Still, Fashion Saya Stiff collars, and all woman can do is follow on and try to save her neck asmuch as possible. Of course if one is careful to wear these collars In the morning only, the neck will have a chance to rest during the afternoon from the unnatural squeezing which It has undergone. "When You Remove The collar, bathe the neck with soap and warm water, scrubbing it vigorously under the chin where the points of the collar meet. For some reason this Is the spot where the dark streaks appear first, so it Is well to be ready with your ounce of prevention. After drying, rub a little peroxide into this part of the neck and any other places where there are indications of discoloration. To avoid irritation cover run away with my sweetest and make her your own. though her pa swears thunderbolts as you may say. Take her from this place of wickedness and police courts." And Deborah looked around, the cellar with a shudder. Suddenly she started and held up her finger, nodding toward a narrow door at the side of the cellar. "Master's footstep." she said in a harsh whisper. "I'd know it in a thousand Just like a thief's, ain't it? stealing as you might say. Don't tell him you've Eeen me. "But Sylvia." cried Paul, catching her dress as she passed him. "Her you'll see. if I die for it," said Deborah, and whirled up the wooden steps in a silent manner surprising In so noisy a -woman. Paul heard the trapdoor drop with a stealthy creak. (To be Continued.)

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the peroxide well with cold cream, allowing it to remain on till the skin has absorbed all that It will. If the skin is carefully powdered before tendency to irritation. K." C'oinplnlna That her finger nails are very dry and brittle. She has hangnails which frequently make the ends of her fingers sore. This condition often indicates that the blood is poor, for the nails are affected by one's general health Just as the hair is. As a. local remedy, however, there is nothing equal to white vaseline. Rub it into the nails and fingers down to the first Joint every night and wear a pair of loose chamois skin gloves to bed. The Glovea Will keep the vaseline or the fingers longer. When manicuring the nails do not use any powder for polishing and take care not to rub them too hard with the buffer. Red Eyelida By which you are troubled, "Bessie." may be due to overtaxing the eyes, in which case you must first remove the cause. Warm witch hazel is most soothing. Put it on with a soft linen handkerchief as often during the day as you can. At supper time save the tea leaves from the bottom of the pot, and make them into a poultice. Fold a I'leee Of soft linen double and put the leaves with plenty of moisture

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Inside. Put this over your eyes when you go to bed. folding a towel around the head to keep the poultice on. Tea leaves are wonderfully Foothlng to the eyes. I Saw A dressing table which looked so foolish to me that I cannot help saying something about it. The dresser itself was a beauty, in white mahogany with the dearest little French mirror. The girl had some beautiful silver too, but not content with that as an ornament to her toilet table, she had loaded it down with as many as 20 photographs Yes, I am sure there were that many, for I wondered at the time how in the world she ever found room for them all. The table wasn't very large. edlei to 5ny Those in the front row were well spotted with cologne, and some I fear had smooches of powder across their faces. Besides, so many pictures looked as if they must be in the way. I can't get over the feeling f iat photographs crowded on to a dress ing table are as much out of place as they would be on the marble over the wash basin. HOUSEHOLD HINTS NAPKINS. Breakfast napkins are of a smaller '

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size than dinner napkins, and are very pretty If they bear the initial letter of the family in the ceftter. Those of fln double damask, with a in;pie design, to match tho table cloth are preily. Colored napery is tho luxury of a wellappointed country house, and has Its use lsi making tho breakfast and luncheon look a little unlike tho dinner. For dinner, large and handsome napkins, carefully ironed ai:d folded simply, with a pieco of bread beside it.

! should lie at each p'.ato. These should be removed when the fruit course i brought, and with each finger bowl should le a colored napkin, with which to dry tho fingers. rooiii; r.ws. If a bacteriologist should examina the seams of some dripping pans, or apparently clean bread pans, his report doubtless would cause their owners ta discard them with a pair of tongs. A million or two of s-ome kinds of bacteria are not deadly, but may affect slightly the health. Most cooks know i that soap puds never should be put into a coffee pot. Tb.e same rulo holds good for fryin.? pans, bread and dripping pans. Ordl- ! nary soap does not act completely on I the fat in the pans, especially in th j seams, and a rancid, fatly accumula tion or thin coating results. Tills enters Into food, afterward cooked in the pans, if a little salsoda or ammonia in a pint of water is put into the pan while over tlu fire thorough cleansing is accomplished. DERMA VIVA Whitens the Skin lied, ltronn or Irk Face. Nrrk, Arms r Iluotis Made htte at (tore or Your Money Ituek. in rift same effect but does not show. Con tains no poisons and does not peel the skin. IIKITTIONS, MOTHS. FIIKCKI.ES, or Kits POTS. cured In a very short time. Delightful after shaving. On pale at all Drug and Iep't stores. Price 6uc. Accept no worthless substitute dishonest dealers will try to sell you because their profit is greater. Sent prepaid for COc. Uc aura to Ask fr lteriua Ytvn. DEHMA VIVA CO. 155 IVaahlnittou St., Chicago, 111. LIOX STOHU nniG IEPT. l Local Agent, . Eveiy VJooiaa. is U!UTr.uu1 sud should kxiuW a Ik HI the wonderful MARVELWhirlingSpray luo new t mO'i eyeing-. M est eonvetk tnt. 11 eleanwf 1 . m -r Arnt onr drnctrit for it. If tie cr.miol kuUT the M A Jt V K L. H'lTpt no .iti.r hut, mml ftlRltlt) for Illustrated tok waif . Tt ttyS lull rrUi:Utir ana iiri--t"u. mlnailfi t laities. M IH M. 4KautS3dbtre:t. M.VV" VOUk. STYLES Department Mf t 1 pen self -reducing 1 r"SELFReuEr Strap

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