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About Mt. Scott herald. (Lents, Multnomah Co., Or.) 1914-1923 | View Entire Issue (April 4, 1919)
« CHAPTER I. Th» Flrat Wayfarer and the Second Wayfarer Meet and Part on the Highway. A military fljnirv trudg«*d along the narrow road that wound Ita serpvn« tlnona wuy through th«* dlsuinl, forbid- «Unit d> |>tha of tiu< forest—a man who. though w«*«ry and footsore, lagg<-d not In Ida swift, resoltih* iidvnn« «*. Night wan routing on, and with It th«« no un certain pro«qi«*<-ts of a storm. II«* «'nine to th«« "plk<*" and th«*re waa a alynpoat. A huge, crudely paint- «•<1 hand |H>lnt«*d to th«* left, and on what waa Intended to tic the sleeve of a very stiff and unflinching turn these word» were printed In acaly white: •'Itnrt'a Tnv«*rn. Food for Man nnd lienal. Alao Gnxollne. Eatabllahc<l 171«. 1 Mlle.*' On the opposite aide of the “pike.” In the nngle formed by a junction with the narrow mountain road stood an humbler algntaiat, |rtti*r«*d so Indis tinctly that It d««aerved the compos slon of all observers because of Ita humility. Hwerving In Ills hurrt<*«J pan nage. the tnJI stranger drew near thin shrinking frl**nd to th«* uncertain trav eler. and wan suddenly Hware of an other presence In the roadwuy. A woman appeared, na If from no where. si moat at his side. He drew back to let her pass. She stopped be fore the llttl«« slgnppnt, ami together they mad«* out the faint directions. To th«* right nnd up tin* mountain rontl Krogg's Corner lay four miles nnd a half away; Pltralrti wan six miles back over the road which th«- mini hnd traveled. Two miles and a half down the turnpike wna Spanish Falla, n rail way station, ami four miles above the crossroads where the man and women stood p«'<*rlng through th«* darkness at the InCoDlc signpost rv|x»M«d the vlt Inge of St. Elisabeth. Hart's Tavern wan on the road to St. Ellrabeth. and the man, with barely a ghwtce ut bls fellow traveler. Started briskly «iff In that «llriM-tlon. He knew that then«- wild mountain storms moved swiftly; hln chance of reaching the tavern ahead of the <lel- nge was exceedingly slim. Hln long. pow<*rful legs bad carried him twenty or thirty paces before lie cunu* to a sudden halt. What of thin lone woman who trav ersed the highway? Ills first glimpse of her hnd been extremely casual— Indeed, ho hnd j*nl«l no attention to her at all. so eager wns h«» to r«*ad th«* directions nnd be on hts way. SI»* wns standing quit«« still In front «if the signpost, peering up the road toward Frogg'n Corner—confronted by a steep climb that I«*«! Into black anti sinister tlmberlanda nlaivi* th«« nnrrow atrip of pnstur«* bordering the pike. The Here«* wind pinned her skirts to her slender body ns she lenn«*d against the gnle. gripping her hat tightly with one hnn«l nnd straining tinder tin« weight of tli«« bag In th«* other. The ends of a veil whipped furiously about her head, and, even In th«* gathering «larknees. he could m«e a st rand or two of hair keeping them company. Retracing his steps, h«« culled out to her above the gnle: “Can 1 be of any assistance to you?" She turned «tulckly. II«* saw that the veil wns drawn tightly over her face. “No, thank yon." she replied. Her voice, desnlte a rortnln nervous note, wns soft and clear nnd gentl«*— the voice and speech of a well bred per son who was young nnd resolute. “Pardon tne, but have yon much far ther to go? The storm will soon be upon us. nnd surely y«m will not con sider me presumptuous—I don't Ilk«« the Idcn of your being ennght out In—" "What Is to be done about it?" she Inquired, resignedly. “I must go on. I can’t wait here, you know, to be wash«*«! back to the place I started from." He smiled. She had wit as well ns determination. "If I enn bo of the least assistance to you pray don't hesitate to command me. 1 am a sort of tramp, you might nay. nnd I travel iim well by night ns I do by dny—so don’t feel that you ar«* putting me to any Inconvenience. Are you by nny chance bound for Hurt's Tnvern? If so, I will he glad to Ing behind nnd carry your bag." "You are very good, but I nm not bound for Hart's Tavern, wherever that mny be. Thank you, Just the same. You appear to be an uncom monly genteel tramp, nnd It Isn't bo on use I am afraid you might make off with my llfclonglngs.” She added the last by way of apology. H<* smiled—nnd then frowned as ho cast nn uneasy look nt the black clouds now rolling ominously up over th«* mountain ridge. "By Jove, we’re going tn catch It good and hard," ho exclaimed. “Hotter take tny advice. Tlies«« storms arc ter rible. I know, for I’ve encountered half a dozen of them In the past week. | They fulrly tear one to places. You ! are a stranger In these parts?" “Yes. The railway station Is a few I «nilas below here. I have walked all . the way. There was no one to meet «nr. You are a stranger also, no It la useless to Inquire If you know whether lila road leads to Green Fancy." "Green Fancy? Hound** attractive. ‘ I'm aorry 1 can't enlighten you.” He Its Drew a Small Electric Torch From His Pocket and Directed Its Slander Ray Upon the Sign Post. < rew a small electric torch from hla |s»cket and directed its slender ray t pon the signpost. “It Is on the road to Frogg’n Cor- i er." she explained nervously. “A mile i nd a half, so I nm b>ld. It Isn't on the signpost. It Is a house, not a vll- I ige. Thank you for your kindness. And I am not at all frlghten«*d,” she ■ tided, raising her voice slightly. “But you are," he cried. “You're »cured half out of your wlta. You < an't fool me. I’d be s<-ar««<l myself it th«* thought of venturing into those Voods up yonder." “Well. then. I am frightened," she r >nf«-KM*d plaintively. “Almost out of toy boots.” “That settles It." h«« said flatly. "You shall not undertake It." “<>h. but I must. I am expected. It li Import—" “If you are expected why didn't tomcone meet you at the station? ! eema to tne—” “Hark I Do yon hear—doesn’t that sound Ilk«* an uutomobile—ah I" The I onrse honk of an automobile horn rose above th«* howling wind, nnd nn Instant later two faint lights came rushing toward them around a bend In the mountain road. “Better late than never," she cried, her voice vibrant once more. Tie grasped her arm and Jerked her out of tlx* path of th«* ont'omlng ma chine, whose driver was sending It along at a mad rate, regardless of ruts nnd stones nnd curves. The car ca reened as It swung into the pike, skid ded nlnrmlngly, and then the brakes were jammed down. Attended by a vast grinding of gears and wheels, the rattling old car cam«« to a stop fifty feet or mor«* beyond them. “I’<1 sooner walk than take my ehnnees In an nntedlluvlnn rattletrap like that," said the tall wayfarer, bending quite close to her ear. "It will fall to pieces before you—" lint she was running down the road toward the car, calling out sharply to th«* driver. He stooped over nnd took up the traveling bug she had dropped In her haste and excitement. It wits heavy, amazingly heavy. “I shouldn't like to carry thnt a mile nnd it half," he said to himself. The voice of the belattx] driver came to his ears on the swift wind. It was high-pitched and unmistakably apolo getic. He could not hear what she was saying to hlin, but there wasn't much doubt na to the nature of her remarks. She was roundly upbraiding him. Urged to action by thoughts of hla own plight he hurried to her side and raid: “Excuse me, please. You droppe«! something. Shall I put it up In front or In th«* tonneau?" Th«* whlmslcnl note In his voice brought n quick, responsive laugh from her lips. “Thank you so much. I am fright fully careless with my valuables. Would you mind putting it In behind? Thanks!" Her*tone altered complete ly as she ordered the man to 'turn , the rar around—“And be quick about It," she added Th«* flrat drops of rain pelted down from the now thoroughly black dome above them, striking In the road,with i the sharpness of pebbles. “Lucky It's a limousine," said the 1 lull traveler. “Better hop In. We’ll be getting It hard In a second or two.” "You must let me take you on to the Tavern In the car," she sal«l. “Turn about Is fair play. I cannot allow you to—” “Never mind about me.” he brok«* In cheerily. He had been wondering If she would muke the offer. an«i he felt better now that ah«- had Jone so. “I’m accustomed to roughing IL I don't udnd a soaking. I've had hundred of 'em." “Just the same you shall not have one tonight,” she announced firmly. ! "Get In behind. I shall alt with the i driver." If anyone had told him that this rattling, dilapidated automobile—ten years old, at the very least, he would li'ive sworn—was capable of covering the mile In I«* mm than two mlnutra he would have laughed In hla face. Al most before h«* realize«! that they were on the way up the straight, dark road the lights In the windows of Hart's Tavern came Into view. Once more the bounding, swaying car came to a stop under brakes, and he was relax ing after the strain of -the moat hair« raising ride he had ever experienced. Not a word had been spoken dur ing the trip. The front windows were lowcr«*d. The driver—an old, hatchet- fuced man—had uttered a single word just before throwing In the clutch at the crossr«>ads In response to the young woman's crisp command to drive to Hart's Tavern. That word was utt«-red under his breath and it i la not necessary to rejieat if here. The wayfarer lost no time In climb ing oTlt of the car. As he leuped to the i ground and raised his green hat he took k second look at the automobile—a look of mingled wonder and respect.. It waa an old-fashioned, high-powered car, caimble, despite Its antiquity, of astonishing epee«! In any sort of go ing. “For heaven's sake," he began, shouting to her above the roar of the wind and rain, “don't let him drive like that over those—" “You're getting wet," she cried ouL u thrill In her voice. “Good night— and thank you!" “Look out!" rasped the unpleasant driver, and In went the clutch. The man in the rond jumped hustily to one side as the car shot backward With a Jerk, curved sharply, stopped for the fraction of a second, and then bcunded forwiyd again, beaded for the cross roads. “Thnnks 1" shouted the late passen ger after the receding tall light, and ! dnsh«*d up the steps to the porch that ran the full length of Hurt's Tavern. A huge old-fashioned lantern hung ubove the portal, creaking and strain ing In the wind, dragging at its stout supports and threatening every in stant to break loos«* and go frolicking ¡■„way with the storm. He lifted the latch nnd. being a tall man, Involuntarily stooped as he ! passed through the door, a needless precaution, for gaunt, gigantic moun taineers had entered there before him and without bending their arrogant heads. CHAPTER II. The First Wayfarer Lays Hla Pack Aside and Falla In With Friends The little ball In which he found himself wns the “office" through which all men must pass who come as guests to Hart's Tavern. A steep, angular staircase took up one end of the room. Set In beneath Its upper turn was the counter over which the husln««ss of the house wns transacted, nnd behind this a man was engaged In the peaceful occupation of smoking a corncob pipe. At» open door to the right of the stairwny gave entrance to a room from which came the sound of n deep, sono rous voice mployed In what turneil out to be a conversational solo. To the left another door led to what was evidently the dining room. The glance that the stranger sent In that direction revealed two or three tables coveretl with white cloths. “Can you put me up for the night?" he inquired, advancing to the counter. “You look like a feller who'd want a room with hath," drawled the man behind the <*ounter, surveying the ap plicant from head to foot. “Which we ain't got,” he added. 'TH be satisfied to have a room with a bed," said the other. "Sign here," was the laconic re sponse. ’ “Can I have supper?” “Food for man and beast,” said the other patiently. He slapped hts paltu upon a cracked call bell and then looked at the fresh name on the page. "Thomas K. Barnes, New York," he rend aloud. He eyed the newcomer once more. "My name Is Jones—Put- natn Jones. I run this place. My fa ther ap’ grandfather run it hefore me. Glnd to meet you. Mr. Bnrnes. We used to have a hostler here name«l Barnes. What’s your Hear fer footin' it this time o' th«* year?" "I do something like this every spring. A month or six weeks of It puts me In fine shape for a vacation later on,” supplied Mr. Barnes whim sically. Mr. Jones allow««d a grin to stea' over his seamed face. He relnsgrt<«<i the corncob pipe and took a couple of pulls at it. “I never been to New York, but it must b«> a heavenly place for a vaca tion, If a feller c'n Judge by what some of my present boarders have to say about It. It's a sort Qf play actor's puradlse, ain't it?” turned legs. Would make a good no when some one spoke suddenly at Ma bleman." elbow. He whirl«««) and found himself All this would app«*ar to be reason facing the gaunt landlord. ably definite were It not for the note “G«x«d imrd! You startled me." he regarding the Ailor of hln hair. It exclaimed. Hl« gaze traveled paet the leaves to me the simple task of com tall figure of Putnam Jonea and rested pleting the very arliidrable description on that of a second man, who leaned, of Mr. Barnes by announcing that with legs croeeed and arms folded, Miss Tilly's hair waa an extremely against the porch post directly In front dark brown. of the entrance fo the house, his fea Alao It la advisable to append the tures almost wholly concealed by the following biographical Information: broad-brimmed slouch hat that came Thomas Kingsbury Barnes, engineer, far down over his eyes. He. too. it born In Montclair, N. J., Septtmiber seemed to Barnes, had sprung from 26. tWk>. Cornell and Beaux Arts, nowhere. Paris. Son of the late Stephen 8. “Fierce night,” said Putnam Jones, Barnes, engineer, and Edith (Valen removing the corncob pipe from tils tine) Barnes. Office. Metropolitan lipa. Then, as an afterthought, building. New York city. BeaMence. “Where’d you walk from today?” Amsterdam mansion. (Hubs: (Lack *T slept in a farmhouse last night, of apace prevents listing them here). about fifteen miles south of tai* place, Recreations, golf, tennis and homo- I should say." buck riding. Fellow of the Royal Geo “That’d be a little ways out of graphical society. Member of the East Cobb,” speculated Mr. Jones. Loyal Legion and the Sons of the “Five or six miles." American Revolution. “Goin’ over Into Canada?" Addi-d to this, the mere annonn«*e* "No. I shall turn west, I think, and went that he waa in a position to In strike for the Lake Champlain coun dulge a fancy for long and ix-rhaps try.” alml««ss walking tours through more “I suppose you’ve traveled right or less out-of-the-way »««rtlons of his smart In Europe?” own country, to say nothing of excur "Quite a bit. Mr. Jones.” sions In Europe. “Any partlc’iar part?” He was rich. Perhaps not as riches "No,” said Barnea, suddenly divin are measure«! in th«*se Mldas-llke days, ing that he waa being “pumped." “One but ri«-h beyond the demands of ava end to the other, you might say." rice. His legacy had been an ample “What about them countries «loam one. The fact that he work«*d hard at around Bulgaria and Roumanla? I've his profession from one year's end to been considerable Interested in what’s the other—not excluding the six going to become of them if Germany devoted to mentally productive jaunts gets licked. What do they get out of —is proof sufficient that he was not it, either way?" content to subsist on the fruits of an Bnrnes «pent the next ten minutes other man’s enterprise. He was a expatiating upon the future of the Bal worker. The first fortnight of a proposed kan states. Jones bad little to say. six weeks* Jaunt through upper New He was Interested, and drank Ln all the information that Barnes had to Im England terminated when he laid part. He puffed at his pipe, nodded aside his heavy pack in the little bed his head from time to time, and <M*ca- room at Hart's Tavern. Cockcrow slonally put a I rad Ing question. And would find him ready and eager to be quite as abruptly as he Introduced the gin hi» third »wk. At least so be topic he changed it thought. But, truth Is. be bad come “Not many automobiles up here this to his Journey’s end; he was not to sling his pack for many a day to come. time o' the year," be suid. "I was After setting the min«i of the lan<L a little surprised when you said a fel lord at rest Burnes declined Mr. ler had given yon a lifL Where from?” "The crossroads a mile down. He Rushcroft’s invitation to "quaff" a <w- dlal with him In the taproom, explain came from the direction of Frogg's ing that he was exc»«ed!ngly tired and Corner and was on his way to meet someone at Spanish Falls. It ap- i lntend«*d to retire early. yrars that there was a misunderstand Instead of going up to his room Im- j m«*dlately, however, he decided to ing. The driver didn’t meet the train, so the person he was going after have a look at the weather. His un easiness concerning the young woman walked all the way to the forks. We happened upon each other there, Mr. of the crossroads increased as be i [x-ered at the wall of blackness lootn- Jones, and we studied the signpost to ' ing up beyond the circle of light She gether. She was bound for a place was somwhere outside that sinister railed Green Fancy.” “Did you say she?" black wall and in the smothering “Yes. I wns proposing to help her grasp of those Invisible hills, but was she living or dead? Had she reached out of her predicament when the be her Journey's end safely? He tried to lated motor came racing down the extract comfort from the confidence slope.” “What for sort of looking lady was she had expressed in the ability and integrity of the old man who drove she?" “She wore a veil.” said Baraes suc with far greater recklessness than one would have look«*d for in a wild and cinctly. “Young?" , Irresponsible youngster. "I had that Impression. By the way, He recalled with a thrill the imperi- Mr. Jones, what and where la Green . ous manner in whicdi she gave direc Fancy Y' tions to the man, and hts surprising “Well,” began the landlord, lowering servility. It suddenly occurred to him his voice, “it’s about two mile and a that she was no ordinary person; he half from here, up the mountain. It’s was rather amazed that he had not a house and people live In it, same as thought of It before. any other house. That’s about all Moreover, now that he thought of It, there is to aay about it” there was, even in the agreeable re “Why is It culled Green Fancy?" joinder* she had made to bis offerings, “Because It’s a green house.” re the faint suggestion of an accent that plied Jones succinctly. “Green as a should have struck him at the time gourd. A man named Curtis built it but did not for the obvious reason that a couple o’ years ago and he had a h<* was then not at all interested in fool ld«e about paintin’ it green. her. Her English was so perfect that Might ha’ been a little crasy, for all he had faU«*d to detect the almost Im I know. Anyhow, after he got tt fin perceptible foreign flavor that now ished he settled down to live in IL took definite form in his rellectlons. and from that «lay to this he’s never He trietl to place this accent Was been otTn the place.” it Fren« h or Italian or Spanish? Cer “Isn’t tt possible that be isn’t there tainly it was not German. He took a few turns up nnd down at all?” “He’s there, aU right. Every now the long porch, stopping finally at the upper end. The dear. Inspiring clang and then he has visitors—Just like this woman today—and sometimes they come down here for supper. They don't hesitate to speak of Nm, so he must be there. Miss Tilly has got the idee that he is a recluse, if you know what that is." Further conversation was Inter rupted by the irregular clatter of horses’ hoofs on the macadam. Off to the left a dull red glow of light spread across the roadway and a man’s voice called out. "Whoa, dang ye!" The door of the smithy had been thrown open and someone was lead ing forth freshly shod horses. A moment later the horses—pranc ing, high-spirited animals — their bridle bits held by a strapping black smith, came Into view. Barnes looked tn the direction of the steps. The two men had disappeared Instead of stop ping directly in front of the steps the smith led Ns chargee, quite a distance beyond and Into the darkness. Putnam Jones abruptly changed his position. He Insinuated his long btxly between Bnrnes and the doorway, at the same time rather loudly proclaim ing that the rain appeared to be over. “Yes. sir." he repeat«*d. “she arenas to, have let up altogether. Ought to have a nice day tomorrow. Mr. Barnes —Nee, cool day for walkin’." Voices came up from the darkness. Jones had not been able to cover them with his own. Barnes caught two or three sharp commands, rising above of a hammer on an anvil fell sud the pawing of horses' hoofs, and then denly upon hts «mrs. He looked at his a great clatter as the mounted horse men rode off in the direction of the watch. The hour was nine, certainly crossroads. nn unusual time for men to he at work Barnes waited until they were muf in a forge. He remembered two men In the taproom who were bare-armed fled by distance and then turned to and wore the shapeless leather aprons Jones with the laconic remark: of the snfitthy. "They seem to be foreigners^ Mr. He had been standing there not Jones.” Jones' manner became natural once more than half a minute p«»ering in the direction from whence came the more. He leaned against one of the rhythmic bang of the anvil—ut no posts and, striking a match en Na leg, relighted Ns pipe« great distance, he waa convinced— fll«*llo. Rushcroft,” he greeted, as If meeting an old time nnd greatly be- love«l friend. “This Is good. 'Pon my soul y<m are like a thriving «late palm In the middle of an endless des ert. Ilow are you?” They shook hands warmly. Mr. Dll- llngford slappt-d the newcomer on the shoulder affertlonately, familiarly, and I shouted: "Who would have dreamed we’d run across good old Barneay up here? By Jove. It’s marvelous!" “Friends, countrymen," bisimed Mr. Itushcroft. “this Is Mr. Barnes of New York. Not the man the book was written about but one of the best fel lows God ever put Into this llttl«* world of ours. I do not recall your riumes, gentlemen, or I would Introduce euch of you separately and di visibly.” Lyndon Rushcroft was a tall, saggy man of fifty. Despite hln determine«! erectness he was Inclined to sag from th«« shoulders down. Hla head, huge and gray, appeared to be much too ponderous for his yielding body, and y««t he carried it manfully, ««ven the atrically. The lines In hla dark, sea- soned face were like furrows; his nos«* wns large and somewhat bulbous, his mouth wide and grim. Thick. Nack eyebrows shaded a pair of ey««s In which white was no longer apparent— It ha<! given way to a [«ermnnent red. A two-days’ stubble covered hla chin and cheeks. Altogether be was a sin gular ««xempllficatloa of one's ld«*a of the old-time actor. Passing through the office, hla nrm linked In one of Bam«*»', Mr. Rush croft hesitated long enough to Imprraa upon Landlord Jonra the Importance of providing his “distinguished friend, Robert W. Barnes." with the very best that the establishment afforded. Put- num Jon«*s blinked slightly and his eyes sought the register as If to ac cuse or Justify his memory. Then he spat copiously Into the corner, a nec- «•saary preliminary to a grin. He hadn’t much use for the great Lyndon Rushcroft. Ills grin wns sardonic. Something told him that Mr. Itush croft was about to be liberally fed. CHAPTER III. Mr. Rushcroft Dissolvsa, Mr. Jonea In tervenes, and Two Men Ride Away. Mr. Rushcroft ««xplalned that he had had bls supper. In facL he went on to confess, he had been compelle«!. like the dog, to “speak’’ for It. What could be more disgusting, more degrad ing. he mournt-d, than the spectacle of a man who had appeared in all of the principal thenters of the land as star and leading support to stars, set tling for his supi>er by telling stories and reciting poetry In the taproom of a tavern? "Still," he consented, when Mr. Bnrtira Insisted that It would be a kindness to him, “since you put It thnt way, I dare nay I could do with a little snack, as you so aptly put it. Just a bite or two. What have you ready. Miss Tilly r Miss Tilly was a buxom female of forty or thereabouts, with spi-ctacles. She was one of a pair of sedentary waitresses who had b«*en so long tn the employ of Mr. Janes that he hated the sight of them. Mr. Ilushcroft’s conception of a bite or two may have staggered Barnes but it did not bewilder Miss Tilly. He had four eggs with his ham, and other things in proportion. He talked a great deal, proving In that way that it was a supper well worth speaking for. Among other things he dilated nt grent length upon his reasons for not being a member of the Players or th«« Lambs In New York city. It seems that he hnd promised his dear, devoted wife that he would never Join a club of any description. Dear old girl, he would as soon hnv«« cut off his right hand as to br««ak any promise made to her. H«* brushed something away from hla eyes, nnd his chin, contract ing, tremble«! slightly. “What is it, Mr. Bacon? Any word from New York?” Mr. Bacon hovered near, perhaps hungrily. “Our genial host has Instructed me to say to his latest guest thnt th«* rates are two dollars a dny, in ad- vtin«*e, all dining-room checks payable on presentation.” said Mr. Bacon, apol ogetically. Rushcroft explod««d. “O scurvy In sult," he boom«*d. “Confound his—” The new guest wns amiable. He Interrupted the outraged star. "Tell Mr. Jones that I shall settle prompt ly," he said with a smile. "It has Just entered his bean thnt yon mny be an actor, Mr. Banes," said Bacon. Miss Tilly, overhearing, drew a step or two nearer. A sudden Interest in Mr. Bnrnes developed. She had not notlc«»d befor«* thnt he was an uncom monly good-looking fellow. She al- ways had said that she adored strong, “athnletlc" fnces. Later on she felt Inspired to Jot down, for use no doubt In some future literary production, a concij«’. though general, description of the magnificent Mr. Bnrnes. She utilized the back of the bill of far«« nnd she wrote with the feverish nrdor of one who drends the loss of n first Impression. I here with append her visual estitnnte of the hero of this story: "He wns a tall, shapely specimen of mankind, "wrote Miss Tilly. “Broad- shouldered. Smooth-shaved face. Pen etrating gray eyes. Short, curly hair about the color of mine. Strong hnnds of good shape. Face tnnned considerable. Heavy dnrk eyebrows. Good teeth, very white. Sqimre chin. Lovely smile thut seem«*d to light up the room for everybody within hear ing. N«»se Idenl. Mouth same. Voice Rrlstocratic nnd reverberating with education. Age about thirty or thirty-one. Rich aa Croesus. Well- (ContinueI Next Week )