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Mr. Wombold gazed at it, at first. with the same abstraction and indif- ference with which he had handled the newspapers; but the card, as if by some subtle and lmpelling attraction, held his aze until it gradually focus- ed inbo a ert consciousness. The color left his face, which sank to the sickly yellow of old_ ivory. A moment'later, a sterborous intake of air, as if he was regaining his breath by a determined muscular ef- fort, sent the blood surging back into his neck and face. He rose trembl- ingly, and violentl pressed the button of an electric call hell set in the wain- scoting at his side. Otu answered the summons. The bright sunlight of an Apr“ morning fell through the tall, half' curtained windovvs directly across Mr.j Wombold’s breakfast table, placedl just in front of the friendly recess of- the bay Window. Outside a rose gal" den filled the air with puffs of per-“ fume that drifted lazily through the“ half-raised sash. The table was set for two, Mr. Wombold having lately! formed the practice of breakfastmg with his secretary, Miss Armitage..At} the master’s place lay the morning papers neatly folded by 0tu, his manâ€"' servant. I his head Mr. Wombold seated himself at the tabla, laid the volume of Maeterlinck to one side. and lifted the newspapers, lancing idly at the headlines. As he aid aside the last one, he noticed beâ€" neath it a small square of cardboard. It was of the sha a, size and texture of the ordinary usiness card, and bore in its centre a curious monogram composed of the letter H and F. No- thi‘qg 915g appgqrod on the card. “Who has been in here?” Mr. Wom- bold demanded, glaring at the Jap- nnese. “None, sir.” “Where have you been?” “I am attending the preparing fruit at the kitchen.” "Did you put those newspapers L-..Ann “Did here?" ‘ “Yes, sir." “Where did that come from?” He pointed to the card, but did not ‘tqucp it: Otu examined it, and shook The room was empty as Mr. Wom- bold entered. He was a tall man whom accumulated years had bowed, lean with the fleshlessness of age, with scant white hair fringing a high, nar- row forehead. Deepâ€"set eyes full of absent brooding, angular feature; touched u n their bony prominences with a pin ish pallor, a mobile mouth withered by time, all served to fix the impression of a recluse who had not so much renounced the world as wear-- ied of it. He was dressed with care, even daintiness, yet moved with a 131‘ 9. slow gesture as if accustomed an indifferent to the niceties of. at‘ tire. In his hand he held a volume of Maeterlinck containing studies of some recent experiments in psychic research, which he intended to peruse in_t_he garden after breakfast. WRIEEYS The thst Bagk TEA. ls most nppreciatecl in the delicious flavor. Try it t‘ PART I BY CLARENCE MElLY‘ - Now, in miniature imposed by the ‘perspective of years, as if he looked .through a reversed telescope, he saw iagain the quaint, winding streets of the old New England village, with ltheir shading elms, their board side- ,walks their austere, peakâ€"roofed ‘dwellings. He saw the little shop .under its wooden awning, where two. {young men, playfellows and school :mates, had bravely started their first business venture as partners. It seem- ed to him he could still smell, above 1the odor of the roses, the strange, mingled aromas of that dingy interior â€"â€"â€"spices from the tropics. salt fish ,that carried the tang or the ocean. the pungent smell of vinegar, the :clean perfume of new linens and .callcos. Mr. Wombold turned from him with a growl that sent the Japanese scur- rying out of the room. He took up :the card very gingerly in the fingers iof one hand and turned it over. The .underside was blank. He carried the .card to the buffet, where stood a lbrgnze c-igaf holder and ashâ€"tgayi 7 I “Has anyone called here this morn- ing?” Wombold asked, omitting any ipreliminary greeting. “No one that I know of.” ‘ “I found aâ€"a business card by my ‘plate. Do youAknoW now it got there?” 5 He laid it on the tray, and, light- ,ing a match, held the burning wood to the cardboard till it was wholly conâ€" sumed. Then he left the room for ithe lavatory. where he washed his .hands. When he returned, Miss Arm- ,itage was in her placrerat the table. Yes, forty years had passed since he had seen it. But for all their pride and all their gay young confidence, the fim of Hart & Frazier had not prospered. It was hard to say what had been the matter. except that they were too eager, too confident, too daring. They had done much business, they Tad handled large sums, but they had also accumulated It had been a store of general mer- chandise, and he had been one of its proud proprietors. His name had not been Wombold then. The firm’s ini- tials had been fashioned into a mono- gram, which had come to stand as its distinctive emblemâ€"almost, one might say, its trade-mark. It appeared on its stationery, in its advertising, on the sign over the door. It was one of the many things of which the young partners had been so proudâ€"“H” and “F” combined within a circle. sums, but thelv Ir heavy debts. In ‘ Day â€" As he came back to the table, Otu began serving breakfast. All the same, a preoccupation so profound settled over Mr. Wombold that he en- tirely neglected both the food and Miss Armitage’s efforts at conversa- tion. Presently he arose, and, leavin the volume of Maeterlinck behin , sauntei‘s’. out into the garden. Ewn the full tide of sunlight in which Mr. Wombold stood .submerged failed to warm him, or to irradiate the dark flood of recollections that swept in upon him from a remote ast. It had been forty years since he had seen that monogram. Time and success, wealth and long undisturbed security had given to his sense of safety a complete finality. It had taken him some moments even to re- member _what the thing was. “I am sure I couldn’t tell you,” she said. “I went out to mail the letters on dictated yesterday evening. There has been no one here that I know of.” Mr. Wombold stepped into the re- cess of the bay window and looked out over the rose garden. The sun was warm; the flowers glistened with ardâ€" ent life; a linnet in one of the rose trees carolled shrilly. It was a most practieal and reassuring scene. Miss Armitage drew Her pretty brows into a slight frown of perplex- itY. “I not see it,” he said. “I doan‘ know.” “Where is Miss Armitage?” “She walk out some lil time. Back veg: sogn, I guess.” vurn all their their credit« in the end, when table, they had the rich, it today. would we rers if 113 3552 A pair of wooden gates which stood in front of the Palace of Beauty at the British Empire Exhibition are copies of the sacred gates of the Teheran mosque and have a most romantic and ‘tragic history. They were made by a poor Persian wood carver who defied the decrees that they were not to be copied, Each day he made a pilgrim- age to the mosque, committed some detail to memory, and then went home and wrought it in the wood. But his visits caused suspicion to fell upon him, he was watched, his secret dis covered, and, on the completion of his task, he was found murdered. and his work disappeared. Presently the gates came into the hands of Persian dealers, who sold them at a sacrifice rather than keep them, and at length they were recognized in a small Lon- don curio shop, and became one of Wembley's multitude of attractions. Poor Fellow. A teacher, trying to impress on her pupils the tightness of kindness to all animals, took them for a walk to bring the lesson home to them. fiearing a. scream from little Johnny she asked: “What’s the matter. John- nyn “I’ve been sitting the tearful respons I've hurtJhe poor “A man calfed to see you while you were 0g?” §ai_d_ th_e secyetary: Mr. Wombold glanced at the card she held out, but made no move to take it. He received the announccL ment without any visible 5i of emo- tion, merely seating himsef heavily and for a moment staring in silence at the Wall. experience gained from the failure, in the generous and fruitful West, for- tune had come to him. By sheer force of will, later by habit, and at last in very truth, he had forgotten. Well, reflected the old man, they would have a merry time trying to bulldoze him! He clung to this theory of blackmail. There was someâ€" thing human, material, normal, and understandable about it. Flesh and blood men did such things, and could be dealt with in the flesh. He was not too old to do battle with opponents who could be seen and felt and point- ed out. They merer roused his cour- age and stimulated his _energ'ies. The other alternative he refused to consider, though it was that, he knew, which made the heat of the sun so oddly ineffectual. He had dabbled too much in the preternatural, and had cultivated too far a mystical attitude of mind, to be oblivious to the occult implications of the incident. Such ideas, he realized, grew on one im- perceptibly. And now', like a strange blast of air blown out of some cavernous depth of‘gnle, hag come ghis monogram._ He was sorry now that Miss Armi- tage had pointed his attention in the direction of spiritualism and psychic phenomena, though when the sugges- tion was made, in the period of ennui following his retirement from busi- ness, he had welcomed it rather gladly. It was several days later that Mr. Wombold, returning from an after- noon motor ride, found Miss Armitage at her desk in the library fingering a significant slip ‘of cardboard. Photograph shows the operation of medical acience’s most remarkable and recent curative power, artificial sunlight for sickly and tubercular child- ren. 'I‘he ray is produced by a quartz mercury lamp. Fewer Ostriches In Sore Feetâ€"lfllnard's Llnlmem. Gates Have History. (To be continued.) on a hornet," was e, “and I'm afraid thing." rtage South Africa emt Watch Your Peas and Ques. 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