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X t / '*. V ' AUTHOR. OF. CLA/E, TO CLir\AX. LAND of THE. CrtAN<5/N<5 JUT* " /* A I / \i "A MUTE. CON FES SO C ETC, £TC ETC. CHAPTER 1.-The body of 'acob Benton is found murdered on the lawn near his house. 11 ill and IV—Minard Hendricus. a detective, tu'keg u p the case. Ho finds a notebook on the lawn belonging to Montcast e a revolver near the body, a partly burned match and root- prints leading-but a short distance trim me body, whtre they suddenly end. \, N 1 and Vll-Hendncks send for a bloodpound. A clock whlco ptoppnd at 2:30 a.m. Indicatee thai Mont:astle left the house at thai lime, and his bed has not been slept In. Miss Bent, n 1« gutp'Cted. VlU-Hendrieka catch. 8 ttalph Benton bumlDgan envelope^ rh- bloodhound arrives. IX-Brooks Allen declines to meet the dOK and Ralph BentOD seems to avoid him The do* tracks the murder only a snort distance. X-H is discovered that Benton had a lar«o amount of Insurance in favor of Kalph Miss Hastings owns her e- Ragement to alph. Xl-Hendricka and Br.Lampkin consult, rarn- hall, Benton's lawyer, is concerned about missing papers of Beaton's. CHAPTER XXI. Two days later Lampkin received a note from Hendricks. It ran as follows: B« at your office tonight at 9 o'clock. BINDHICK8. When the detective came, the doctor WM buiy examining under a powerful microscope some consumption gerrns which had that afternoon been sent him by a distinguished physician. "Busy, t see." was Hendricks' greeting as he eat ekwu in an easy chair and dropped his slouched hat on the floor. "How are yon? Through in a minute," responded the doctor. "I want to get at the nature of this batch of germs Conway sent me this afternoon. I know Jittle about such things, but he always •wants me to sanction his conclusions." "What sort are they?" asked Hendricks abseutmindedly. Lampkin laughed, with his eye to the microscope, "Do you expect me to waste valuable lung power explain iug things to yon when your mind is a thousand miles away? Goto! What luck at Benton's?" "Not much," auswered Hendricks. "I'm strauded. Would you believe, old man, that night before last, ufter we got back from East Orange, I went homo, went to bed, failed to sleep, got up, walked to Central park and back and then went out to Bentou's?" "I shouldn't have been surprised if you bad taken your passage to Europe on a half inflated life preserver. But, really, did you go back out there?" "That's what I did. You see, I was satisfied Moutcastle'fi yarn was straight, and all at once it seemed to dawn on me that I had absolutely nothing to work on except the bullet which had lodged so lightly in the wall of the Bummer house.'' "But Alien," put in Dr. Lampkin, removing oce of the glass slides from his microscope and selecting another. "I thought"— "No,'' rleudricks broke in; "I haven't a blasted bit of evidence against him. The fact that he had quarreled with old Beuton when Bentou was rowing with every soul around him wouldn't count for anything. So, you see, it was the bullet or nothing. Anyway it kept me from sleeping. I crept into the grounds at the side gate and by the light of a dark lantern carefully examined the •wood in which the ball had lodged, hoping that some idea would pop into niy cranium, as it often does." "You usually have ideas to spare," remarked Lampkin, adjusting the green shade over his eyes and looking again into his microscope. "Have you heard how Allen is getting on?" "I don't know much about him," replied Hendricks. "Kola is looking after him. He has been about Benton's all day in the disguise of a laborer. Late this afternoon he sent me a hasty message that Allen was to be moved to a private hospital up town. Kola promised to meet me here this evening." "I am glad Allen will have medical attention," said Lampkin. "He was snob, a sad sight that I have not been able to stop thinking about him." "'Itistha bullet that's troubling me," •aid Headricks. "When I cau't see nat- tir.il reasons for a thing, it runs me •wild. I can't account for the ball not having had more force than it had. I .have talked to pistol makers, gunsmiths and old sportsmen, bat none of them caa explain it." Hendricks rose, took the bnllet from bin pocket and unwrapped the tissue paper from about it. "Yon see," he continued, "the pointed end of it is scarcely flattened." Dr. Lampkiu examined the bit of lead. "It is certainly remarkable," he said, "You say the wood was soft?" "Almost perfectly rotten. I believe I co'jld have made a bole in it with my bare finger. I hear your bell. It's Kola." Lampkiu went to the door. It was the adept. "Good evening," said Kola. "Is Mr. Hendricks"— "Hero I am, ruy boy," the detective called out cordially. "Como right in. \Vhat's the- news?" The adept stood erect in the center of the room. "Yon know." he began, "that Mr. Allen was to go to a private hospital up town?" "Yes," said Hendricks impatiently; "go ahead." "Dr. Burton came after him and brought him over in his own carriage. I did not have time to wire you to be at the ferryboat landing on this side, so I followed in a cab." "Good foryou! Bnlly boyl" exclaimed the detective excitedly. "Well?" "The carriage when it left the boat on this side turned down town instead of np. The driver whipped up his horses and drove fast I instructed my cabby to keep them in sight." he did it, of course," put in the detective. "I see it in your eye." "They stopped at a lodging house, 345 West Thirteenth street. They "It is the Indict that's troubling me." brought a cot out to the carriage and carried Allen in on it. He looked as if he were nearly dead." Hendricks said nothing when Kola had concluded, and the adept, after studying the face of his master for a minute, sat down. Dr. Lampkin swung bis microscope to one side and began to place the glass slips into an envelope. "Very strange, indeed," he remarked, his glance bent on his visitors. "A hospital certainly was the proper place for a man in Allen's condition. I wonder how Dr. Burton could hope to benefit him at a lodging house, and in such a quarter as that. Allen is not without means, it wonld seem. You'd better work on that i«3a, gentlemen." "We can't go auy .farther in that direction now," said Hendricks impa- | tiently. He rose and began to walk to and fro, his hands clasped behind him. "You think not, sir?" asked Kola, the animation gone . from his countenance. "No," answered the detective, stopping at a window and looking into the street. "If you can't coiiuect Allen with the crime by other evidence than we have so far, it would be folly to tackle him on his deathbed. Look here, fellows. You have two heads. Stick them together aud tell me something— explain one simple, little thing. Give me a reason for the bullet from old Demon's gun being stopped by a rotten plauk that would not impede the progress of a homeward bound honeybee if it struck it a fair header." The adept smiled gloomily and shook his head. "It seems tome," jested Lampkin, "that you have bullet on the braiu. I can see no reason why the ball may not have plowed through the ground, slowed up a little and then risen and struck the summer bouse." "Bosh!" exclaimed Hendricks. "It went direct. It struck the wall at exactly the height of old Benton's armpit from the ground. For God's sake, don't speak!" Heudricks whirled round from the window, bis eyes dancing with excitement. "Doc, you have given me a glorious pointer! It is coming! Ah, ye gods, I have it—I have it! No, I am not exactly positive. I want proof." Lampkiu and the adept stared at him speechlessly as he began again to pace the floor, his hands linked and twisted together. Suddenly be stopped at the table and picked up the bullet. "I say, Lampkin," he said in a voice that qnivered, "put this under your glass and tell me if you detect on it corpuscles of blood." Lampkiu started. "By Jove!" he exclaimed. "An infant could have thought of that." "You can bet your life an infant didn't," joked the detective. "I'm a veteran, I am." "What is it?" asked Kola, rising into the light of the doctor's lamp. His question was ignored. Lampkin's fingers trembled as he placed the bullet on a piece of glass and slid it into place. He seemed scarcely to breath as he turned the piece of lead first one way aud then another. "Well?" said Hendricks, with bated breath. "Do you see any?" "Hundreds of them," replied the doctor. " Yon may look for yourself. If you'll wait, I will scrape some off on to a. glass, and then you can see them more clearly." "No; I'll take your word for it," said Hendricks. "Poordcvil! Hebashada hard time keeping his secret." "Faced deatb to do it, too," said Lampkiu. "For a long time he was afraid to coafide even in a physician." "Iunderstand now," said Kola bashfully. "Shall you go to him?" "Want to go, doctor?" asked Hendricks. "I shouldn't like to miss the climas." "Get your chapeau, then. Once more, old man, you have put me on the right track by an inadvertent observation." CHAPTER XXH. The three men took the Sixth avenue elevated to the Fourteenth street station and a crosstown car to Tenth avenue^ No. 345 was a dismal, old fashioned lodging house. The bell pull hung 1 disconsolately in a socket worn too I large for it. A slatternly woman answered their ring. Hendricks bowed. I ''.laDr. Burton here?" he.asked. A looK or Indecision flashed into the woman's face. "There are no doctors living here," she said evasively. ''It must—perhaps you have the wrong number." She was holding the door only partly open, but the detective pushed by her and stood inside. The others followed him. The woman shrank back against the wall and stood still, her face turning pale. Just then a door at the end of the ball opened, and a middle aged man came out, "That is he," whispered Kola to Hendricks. Dr. Burton came on and was about to pass by, but was stopped by a remark from the detective. "I beg your pardon," said Hendrickg. "Dr. Burton, I believe?" The man addressed shrugged his shoulders and frowned. "Yon have the advantage of me, sir," he said. "I don'tremember having seen yon before." "I have not had the pleasure of seeing you before either," replied the detective. "Minard Hendricks is my name." "What? Yon are the well known detective!" exclaimed the physician. "I was told," went on Hendricks, "that yon had brought Mr. Brooks Allen to this house from East Orange today." "That i.3 a matter I cannot talk to yon about, Mr. Hendricks," answered Burton, who seemed to have recovered from his astonishment. Hendricks grinned and bristled. "I don't, care whether you talk about it or not," he answered, "but you may be unaware that in hiding Allen about in this way you are aiding a criminal to escape justice." "What? Why, yon don't mean that, surely!" exclaimed Dr. Burton. "Allen killed Jacob Benton ten days ago and has ever since been suffering from the effects of a ball which passed through his body and lungs." "Of course I shall offer no opposition," said Burton. "I had no idea Mr. Allen was injured till today. He sent me a message to come out to East Orange to see him. He showed me his wound and stated that he had accidentally shot himself and that it was to his interest financially to keep the fact from the Benton heirs. He was very weak and assured me he would explain it all satisfactorily when he was stronger. He said if the Bentons thought his life was in danger they would not agree to sign certain papers. In other words, they would only be willing to give him his rights if they were sure he would live long enough to be of service in introducing his inventions to the public. I knew nothing about his affairs, and the explanation seemed plausible enough to me. We started to go to a private hospital up town, but on the way over to New York he seemed to change his mind and begged to be brought here. It seems he knows the landlady." "Did he bring any papers with him?" asked Heudricks. "He had a small tin box, but I do not know what it contained. It was taken to a room up stairs. We were going higher up, but.be was too weak to be carried farther, so we took him into the back room on this floor." "How is he now?" asked the detective. "Can't possibly live 24 hours," answered Dr. Burton. "He has lost nearly every ounce of blood in him." "Well, I see no reason for making an arrest," said Hendricks. "I'll run up to that room and look round. Which is it?" he asked, turning to the landlady. "Second floor, back," she answered. "I hope, sir, you won't blame me. I had no idea that Mr. Allen"— "Not the least in the world," interrupted the detective, turning up the staircase. "Doctor, you and Kola wait for me in the street." • ***•*• Twenty minutes later Hendricks emerged with a package under his arm. "I have found the missing papers," he said. "They are all in apple pie order. Allen was a villain." As they were walking toward Fourteenth street Lampkin asked: "Will it be necessary to make the fact public that Mr. Benton intended to take his own life?" "No," replied Hendricks. "You and Kola mast never mention it. I prom- "You have the advantage of me, sir," he said. ised Ralph not even to allow his sister to know. The other facts, along with Allen's slow death, will be enough for the bloodthirsty reporters." At Fourteenth street Hendricks stopped. "I must leave you," he said. "I see my car coming." "Where now?" asked Lampkin. "To East Orange," was the answer. ' 'I want to tell the young people about Allen and return these papers. I like that boy Ralph, and Montcastle isn't half bad"." THE EvD. FEMININE WINDOWS. OBSERVATIONS AND REFLECTIONS BY ELLA WHEELER WILCOX. One Wife's Mind—The Optimistic Woman. Adorably Amiable and Shockingly Ir> religious—Kindnew to Animal*—Charity and Justice. [Copyright, 1S97. by the Author.) A home for deaconesses is to be opened shortly in Jersey Cicy. The project is in the hands of the Newark conference of the Woman's Methodist Home Missionary society. READ a pretty sentence in a little French story the other day, "Woman is the window through which man sees life." Nothing could be truer. I have observed that »ons and husbands regard the world very much as their mothers and wivei regard it. They see first with the moilwr's eyes, afterward with the wife's. I have known hopeful, happy men to become despondent pessimists after marriage, and vice versa. This is a fact which it would be well for women to rn«dit»te npon. The girl who is at all uncertain of her vocation in life might use her time to excel- lem; advantage by poliihmg up the windows of her mind and keeping them free from dust and cobweb* and frost for the benefit of a future husband and BOU who will see life through them. If the husband and son never appear, the labor is not lost. If they do appear, the benefit which she is bestowing on the world may prove far beyond her imaginings. Women nowadays regard themselves of far too great importance in every way except the right way. Their real importance in the scheme of the universe they leem to ignore. Recently I heard a pretty, pampered young wife whose husband gives her everything which love and money can furnish declare her ambition to "put men down," as she expressed it, on general principles. "They get the best of everything," she said, "and I would like to see them suffer a little more. Our baby has never kept us awake a night yet, and sometimes I wish he would just to give my husband a little of the •trouble of bringing up a child. He is away all day and neVer sees any of my trials with it, and so I think he ought to be worried nights. Men have altogether the best of things." Well, yes, men have the best of things when they have agreeable, faithful and sensible wives, and only then. Young, wealthy and popular as this husband is, it does not strike me that he has "the best of things." I would not like to look at life through the window of that wife's mind. There is nothing else on earth so delightful as an agreeable and optimistic woman. I wonder more young girls do not choose to develop themselves along those lines. I believe the "amiable woman" went out of fashion some years ago and was put away with crinoline and other old styles. She was supposed to be devoid of spirit. But there never was a greater mistake. Real amiability springs from spiritual repose and mental refinement and often accompanies the highest intellectual qualities. Women give the atmosphere to a home and are "windows" for its occupants of either sex. I remember a period of my life when I was obliged to associate with some intellectual women who despised the word "amiable." They gloried in their own aggressive qualities and in what each deemed her positive individuality. I recall my experience with these people as one recalls a painful dream. It seems to me I viewed life through clouded windows while in their atmosphere I never think of the association without remembering heart bruises. In recompense life has since given me companionship with two adorably amiable women. One of them has recently passed on to a new phase of existence. God rest her sweet soul! She lived 65 years to prove herself a benediction to every life which even temporarily touched her own. She was a fragrant flower in the garden of girlhood. As a wife she transformed a despondent, restless and discontented man into an agreeable and optimistic husband. Children who were nervous invalids she gave cheerful views of life and caused them to laugh themselves into good health. Even with poverty and sickness in her home the house was a haven of rest and peace to enter, so permeated was it with her beautiful spirit. She had sympathy and affection for every one who appealed to her, no matter how burdened with her own cares. I regard her as the greatest woman I have ever known. A little foreign widow who speaks our language imperfectly and who is •working hard to educate lour children dependent upon her expressed great astonishment *the other day to learn that any educated or brainy people were religious. She said she had come to the belief that religion was merely ignorant superstition and that edccation was the only divine power in existence. I confess I could, not help feeling greater pity for the woman on account of her views on this subject than for her loneliness in a strange land. There is always something shocking to me in an absolutely irreligious -woman. Faith belongs to a woman as naturally as shirt* An atheistical woman in bloomers is the aotn* of the inartistia All the "education" this poor Uttl« mother can bestow npon her childrea can never recompense them for what they are losing in spiritual training, for the'spirit needs its methods and time for practice quite as much as the mind or body. I think a child who learns the principles of spiritual concentration is better equipped for the battles of life, even without education, than the most learned materialist. He who learns bow to look into his own spirit and finds its close connection with deity will obtain more useful wisdom than the greatest bookworm who ever lived and believed only in human intellect. It is the mother who should be the first spiritual teacher. She need not necessarily teach her child creeds, but let her train the young mind tendril to cling about something greater than human intellect if she wants to confer & Listing benefit upon it. The need of the day is a religion whoso cornerstone is kindness to all created things. Nothing more horrible can be conceived than a clergyman and a schoolteacher attempting to convey a moral lesson by killing animals in the presence of sensitive women and children. A clergyman recently illustrated to bis congregation the evil effects of tobacco by killing two cats in his pulpit •with nicotine. A schoolteacher caused a panic by chloroforming a cat and then dissecting it in the presence of the children, many of whom fainted or became hysterical. If shis is modern orthodoxy, it certainly is not Christianity. No man has the love of God or the gpirit of Christ in his heart who could even sit still and witness such an aot without a protest. No woman is fit to be teacher of the youug vt'ho could deliberately take the life of any inoffensive animal. She is a monster at heart and worse than a brute by nature. No "religion" is of any value or worth in the world which does not teach sympathy for and kindness to animals. They are just as much a part of God's system as we axe. Henry Bergh has done more to evangelize the world than most clergymen who have praach- ed creeds to us during the last 20 years. The woman who can take the life of a happy little animal and proceed to dissect its warm body in the presence of young children is most certainly a "degenerate," and her influence is pernicious. That is not the sort of "window" through which the growing generation should regard life. The precise location of a cat's spinal cord is riot necessary knowledge for any child to obtain, especially at the sacrifice of kind and sympathetic feelings. We need missionaries from India to convert such women and such clergymen to a more humane and divine religion. Wealthy women, women with millions of money, would never think of asking a seamstress to sew for them and take thanks and compliments as payment. They never imagine i.t settles the confectioner's account if they tell him the ices he served their guests were delicious, yet not infrequently they ask the services of self supporting youug musicians in their homes and consider the compliment of the request sufficient payment. A young woman who is striving to support herself in New York with her really wonderful voice has during the last, month sung by request in the homes of two millionaires, people whose names are known wherever civilization extends, and no reference to remuneration was made by either hostess. One of these ladies is very liberal in her gifts to the paupers and to the churches. Would it not be a wiser charity to help a talented and proud young girl to support herself honestly? I understand these cases are not infrequent. Women of large means and prominent social position often consider the compliment they confer upon a young artist sufficient remuneration for services rendered, but a $10 or §20 check would go farther toward paying board bills than compliments. If wealth helped more people who are striving to climb, it would not be obliged to assist so many who are down. A little more thoughtfulness toward the struggling, and there would be less need of alms for the crushed and defeated. ELLA WHEELER WILCOX. WOMEN'S NEWS AND VIEWS. More and more women are awakening to the truth that each individual carries about with him an atmosphere that affects others. The peevish, sour, whining woman's atmosphere reacts on others and, like a boomerang, returns to herself. 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