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“Why, he was dressed rather queer- ly, for one thing, as if his clothes had been laid away for thirty years or more. I noticed he wore one of those old-fashioned stifl“ white shirts, and he had a queer flat collar and bow tie. His coat was long, and his trousers weren’t creased, but ironed smooth all round, and he had a low-crowned derby hat and buttoned shoes. He was pervaded by a general air of antiquity, one might say.” “Why, he was a large manâ€"rather slightly bunt, perhaps about thirtyâ€" five. He had brown hair and eyes, but he was somewhat gray, and had a kind of worried look. He is hard ingtn “How was he odd?" «Wombold put the question harshly, in a bone that grated with sharp in- sistence. The puzzled frown on Miss Armitage’s forehead deepened, “Did he haive a beard?" the old man interrupted chokingly, his face sud- denly gone gray. “What kind of a man was he?" Wombold asked, when he had master- ed the contraction in his throat. “Yes, a shortv brown beard. Why, Mr. Wombold?” Mr. Wombold had fallen back into the depths of the chair, with one whispered syllable that the girl did not understand. His ashen cheeks stood out in high relief against the dark upholstery. Miss Ai'mitage sprang to his side. '“Yo‘ur heart? Mr. Wombold, did you say it was your heart? Oh, Mr. Wombold, are you ill?" After two days of troubled cogita= tion, during which he had steadied his nerves by the exercise of that steadfast will which served him in lieu of physical strength, Mr. Wom- bold fixed upon two methods of in- vestigation. the one material, the other psvz-hic. One or the other of them, he felt, should disclose the na- ture of the forces that menaced him. To carry out the first, he employed a well‘known detective agency, in- structing the superintendent to ascer- tain the origin of the last card re-- ceived, and the identity of the person who had presented it. He waited for a report before resorting to the sec- ond line of inquiry. In short, the search of the detectives had ended against a blank wall. With a sickening apprehension, Wombold The report, when it'came. proved baffling. As far as the mysterious caller who had appeared before Miss Armitage was concerned, absolutely no trace of him could be discovered. fit/28w it afler . every meal I! siimnlaies appetite and aids digestion. it makes your load doyoumox-e " ‘ ‘ good. Note how it relieves at alum lacuna alier hearty eating. The Ghost Baok describe exactlyâ€"rather odd lookâ€" After You Have Used you have a standard by which to judge other teas. Salada is the finest produced in the world. â€" Try it. FREE SAMPLE oi GREEN TEA UPON REQUEST. "SAUDI," TORONTO ISSUE No. 41â€"‘24. PART II. GREEN TEA BY CLARENCE MEILY. “Tell me what comes to you,” he said. “Allow a free inflow of sugges- tion from across the border.” “Make an appointment with Mme. Charleroi for to-morrow afternoon," he told Miss Armitage. The seance was held in Mr. Wom- bold’s library, none being present but himself and the medium. The shades were drawn to half ,length, filling the room with a mellow, golden gloom. The two confronted each other now in an accustomed comradeship. the medium impassive, Wombo‘.d under a severely repressed strain that showed in his intent eyes and the slight, nerv- ous movements of his lips and hands. Mme. Charleroi leaned back and closed her eyes. She was motionless for ten or fifteen minutes, during which a slightly increased paleness and regular breathing denoted the heightening of psychic susceptibility. Wombold’s gaze never left her face as he waited tensely the result of the experiment. At last the medium’s lips moved, and as he leaned forward he could catch a faint form of words: “I seeâ€"darkness!” There another pause, and then Wombold commanded sternly. “Yes. Go forward! Try to pierce the darkness!” turned to his alternative line of re- search. Mme. Charleroi, a small, stout wo- man, garbed in black and with the flat features, high cheekbones and neutral complexion of the Baltic lit- toral, was a noted psychic, enjoying an exclusive clientele among the well- to-do and far removed from common class of irresponsible Charlatans. The aged magnate had consulted her often in recent years, not infrequently with remarkable results. An expression of pity and pain gradually came upon Mme. Charleroi’s sleeping countenance. “A wrong, very great and very old,” she whispered. “There is some one to communicate with youâ€"a troubled spirit. He speaks the name of Henry Hart.” The listener gasped. “Go on!” he stammered. Suddenly the quality of Mme. Char- leroi’s voice changed. It assumed a masculine ring, genial and cheery, yet with a note of reproach in it. “George, you remember that mort- gage I put on my house to meet the Macey Woolen Company bill, dOn’t you? George, they’re going to foreâ€" close that mortgage. I can’t meet everything, and if I lose my home there'll be‘nothing for my family but beggary. I’m trying tn see youâ€"" “Henry, have mercy!” Wombold’s stifled cry broke the thread of the medium’s monologue. Mme. Charleroi’s body was wrenched violently to one side, and she opened her eyes. It was three days before Wombold leroi, Wombold's sleep had beer . and dreamâ€"ladenâ€"owing in par 1 haps, to the freer and more nut It was three days before Wombold left his bed, and when he reappeared it was as if five or six years had elapsed, so much older and more broken did he appear. He seemed to have become a haunted man. Mr. Wombold had now definitelyl surrendered the idea of any human agency as responsible for the phen- omena he had experienced. His pre- occupation with spiritualism deepenw ed, and his studies became more ab-‘ sorbing, though he no longer resorted; to Mme. Charleroi or even permitted her to be mentioned. He still em- ployed the detective agency, however, directing it to make discreet inquiry as to Henry Hart’s relatives and their history. He learned in this way that Hart’s widow still lived in Bracksford, and that the famin had finally, after years of hardship, settled the last of the claims against the old partnership though not until anxiety and stress had cost the life of Hart himself whii‘: still in his early manhood. Since the sitting with Mme. Char- leroi. Wombold's sleep had been fitful H474 IUOU diet solicitously urged on him by Miss Armitage, coupled with a lack of his usual exercise. In his somnolent brain visions of a farâ€"off boyhood mingled with broken images of presâ€" ent surroundings. He woke thus one night, about the spectral hour of two in the morning. with the distressing intuition of an alien presence in the room. He listenâ€" ed, but could hear nothing more than his own panting: breath. By the dim glow of the night lamp he could make out the recumbent figure of Otu on a cot at the other side of the room. The sight of the Japanese, and of the vague shapes of familiar articles in the room, re assured him. He could neither see nor hear anything to justify his alarm and presently, with practiced selfâ€" control, he recomposed himself to sleep. Some time later his dreams, which had flowed through his mind in the usual incongruous ~jumble of sense images, resolved themselves into the definite impression of burial. He seemed to lie entombed, a mass of earth or stone pressing down upon him with an intolerable yet hopeless weight. As his consciousness r se to the waking plane, this impresswn took on the poignant reality that constitutes a nightmare. He strove to cry out, to move, to escape. He groped wildly with his hands, which encountered a heavy object lying on his breast. So still and bright there seemed to brew Out of the rolling pastures all A kind of. amber mellownesus, The rich wild flower of the fall, In an access of terror, he sprang to a sitting posture with a shriek. The thing slipped to his lap and lay there, massive, hard, ponderous. His hands explored its angular outline as he screamed again. In an instant Otu was by his side and had switched on the electric lights. As I let down the pasture bars Isaw the nut trees on the hill Huddled in their copper coats Against the autumn chill: And it was all so bright and sfillâ€"~ The crickets lisplng in the weeds, And juncos on the goldenrod Picking the yellow seeds; The shagbarks all in rusty gold Scalloped softly on the sky; And I heard the wind among the boughs As I went walking by. Seemed to brew deliciously, AndI through my drowsy veins to run Till I was drugged with mead of the air And ey-rup of the sun. â€"Christ.ina Turner Curtis in Youth's Companion. 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