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4GV THE SUNDAY. OBEGONIAN, POETIAHD, 'APRIIi 30, 1905. The Mystery Abbey Grange iT was on a bitterly cold and Irosty morning, towards the end of the -winter of '$7, that I was awakened by a tug ging at my shoulder. It vras Holmes. The candle In his hand shone upon his eager, stooping face, and told me at a glance that something was amiss. r "Come, Watson, come!" he cried. "The game Is afoot. Not a word? Into your clothes and come!" Ten. minutes later we wore both in a cab, and rattling through . the silent streets on our way to Charing Cross Sta tion. The 'first faint winter's dawn was beginning to appear, .and we could dimly see the occasional figure 'of an early workman as he passed us, blurred and Indistinct In the opalescent London reek. Holmes nestled in silence into his heavy coat, and I was glad o do the same, for the air was most bitter and, neither of us had broken our fast. It was not -until we had consumed some hot tea at tbe station, and taken our places In the Kentish train, that we were sufficiently thawed, he to speak and I to listen. Holmes drew a note from his pocket, and read it aloud: Abbey Grange, Marsham, Kent, 3:30 A. M. My Dear Mr. Holmes I should be very glad of your immediate assistance in what promises to be a most remarkable case. It Is something quite in your line. Except for releasing the lady I will seo that everything is kept exactly as I have found It, but I beg you not to lose an instant, as it is difficult to leave Sir Eus tace there. Tours faithfully, STANLEY HOPKINS. "Hopkins has called me in seven times, and on each occasion his summons has been entirely justified," said Holmes. I fancy that every one of his cases has found its way into your collection, and I ' must admit, Watson, that you have some power of selection, which atones for much which I deplore in youn narratives. Tour fatal habit of looking at everything from the point of view of a story instead of as a scientific exercise has ruined what might have been an instructive and even classical series of demonstrations. Tou . slur over work of the utmost finesse and delicacy, in order to dwell upon sensa tional details which may excite, but can not possibly instruct, the reader." j "Why do you not write them yourself?" J I said, with some bitterness. "I will, my dear Watson, I wilL At present I am, as you know, fairly busy, ! but I propose to devote my declining I years to the composition of a textbook, j which shall focus the whole art of de- I tectlon into one volume. Our present re- : I moraing, towards the end of the winter X JrSjSft l Vl search appears to be a case of murder." "Tou think this Sir Eustace is dead, then?" "I should say so. Hopkins' writing shows considerable agitation, and he .Is not an emotional man. Tes, I gather there has been violence, and that the body is left for .our inspection. A mere suicide would not have caused him -to send for me. As to the release of the lady, it would appear that she has been locked ir her room during the tragedy. We are moving in high life, Watson, crackling paper, 'E. B.' monogram, coat-of-arms, picturesque address. I think that friend Hopkins will live up to his reputation, and that we shall have an interesting morning. The crime was committed be fore 12 last night." "How can you possibly tell?" "By an inspection of the trains, and by reckoning the time. The local police had to be called in, they had to communicate with Scotland Yard, Hopkins had to go out, and he in turn had to send for me. All that makes a fair night's work. Well, here we are at Chiselhurst Station, and we shall soon set our doubts at rest." A drive of a couple of miles through narrow country lanes brought us to a park gate, which was opened for us by an old lodge-keeper, whose haggard face bore the reflection of some great disaster. The avenue ran through a noble park, between lines of ancient elms, and ended In a low trlflftjrn-fa? Tinnco Tttll-n-ml n front after the fashion of Palladlo. The central part was evidently of a great age, and shrouded in ivy, but the large windows showed that modern changes had been carried out, and one wing of the housc appeared to be entirely new. The VOUthful flniri tvnA ntrt Mror fana nf Inspector Stanley Hopkins confronted us in uie open aoorway. "I'm very glad you have, come, Mr Holmes. And von ton Tr Wnttnn Utif Indeed, if I lmd my time over again, i .tuuuiu uut nine cruuoiea you, ior since the ladv has comn to hfrcoif oiia vine given bo clear an account of the affair that there is not mimh toft inv -in An Tou remember that Lewlsham gang of Durgiars; "What, the three Randalls?' "Exactly: tho fathor and tven sons lt'a their work. T hivo They did a job at Sydenham a fortnight aim -ivere seen ana aescnoea. ftatner 'IBUT-THESB-GIASSES Dfl PUZZLE ME." ' cool to do another so soon and so near. but it is they, beyond all doubt .It's a hanging matter this time." "Sir Eustace is dead, then?" "Tes, his head was knocked In with his own poker." "Sir Eustace Brackenstall, the driver tells me." "Exactlyi-one of the richest men In Kent Lady Brackenstall Is in the morn Ing-room. Poor lady, she has had a most dreadful experience. She seemed halt -dead when I saw her first. I think you had best see her, and hear her account of the facts. Then we will examine the - dining-room together." Lady Brackenstall was no ordinary per son. Seldom have I seen so graceful a figure, so womanly a presence, and so beautiful a face. She was a blonde, golden-haired, blue-eyed, and would no doubt have had the perfect complexion which goes with such coloring, had not her recent experience -left her drawn and haggard. Her sufferings were physical as well as mental, for over one eye rose a hideous, plum-colored swelling, which her maid, a tall, austere woman, was bathing assiduously with vinegar and water. The lady lay back exhausted upon a couch, but her quick, observant gaze, as we entered the room, and the alert expression of her beautiful features. showed that neither her wits nor her courage had been shaken by her terrible experience. She was enveloped in a loose dressing gown of blue and silver, but a black sequin-covered dinner dress was hung upon the couch beside her. T have told you all that happened, Mr. Hopkins," she said, -wearily, "could you not repeat It for me? Well, If tou think it necessary, I will tell these gentlemen what occurred. Have they been in the dining-room yet?" "I thought they had better hear your ladyship's story first." T shall be glad -when you can ar range matters. It is horrible to me to think of him still lying there." She shuddered and burled her face In her hands. As she did so, the loose gown fell back from her forearms. Holmes uttered an exclamation. "Tou have other injuries, madam! What is this?" Two vivid red spots stood out on one of the white, round limbs. She hastily covered it. "It is nothing. It has no connection with this hideous business tonight. If you and your friend will sit down, I will tell you all I can. "I am the wife of'Slr Eustace Brack enstall. I have been married about a year. I suppose that it Is no use my attempting to conceal that our mar riage has not been a happy one. I fear that all our neighbors would tell you that, even if I were to attempt to deny it Perhaps the fault may be part ly mine. I was brought up in the freer, less conventional atmosphere of South Australia, and this English life, with its proprieties and Its primness, Is not congenial to me. But the main reason lies In the one fact, which is notorious to everyone, anVi that is that Sir Eus taco is a confirmed "drunkard. To be with such a man for an hour Is unpleas ant. Can you imagine -what it means for a sensitive and high-spirited wom an to be tied to him for day .and night? It is a sacrilege, a crime, a villainy to hold that such a marrlago is binding. I ' say that these monstrous laws of yours will bring- a trurse upon the land God will not let such wickedness endure." For an instant she sat up, her cheeks flushed, and her eyes blazing from under the terrible mark upon her brow. Then the strong, soothing hand of the austere maid drew her head, "down on to the cushion, and the wild anger died away into passionate sobbing. At last she continued: "I will tell you about last night. Tou are aware, perhaps, that in this house all the servants sleep in the modern wing. This central block is made up of the Mwelllng-rooms, with the kitchen and our bedroom above. My maid, Theresa, sleeps above my room. There is no one else, and no sound could alarm those who are in the farther wing. This must have been well known to the rob bers, or they would not have acted as they aid. Sir Eustace retired about 10:30. The servants had already gone to their quarters. Only my maid was up, and she had remained in her room at the top of the house until I needed her services. I sat until after It in this room, absorbed In a book. Then I walked round to see that all was right before I went upstairs. It was my cus tom to do thiB myself, for, as I have explained. Sir Eustace was not always to be trusted. I went into the kitchen, the butler's pantry, the gunroom, the billiard-room, the drawing-room and finally the dining-room. As J. ap proached the window,. which Is covered with thick curtains, I suddenly felt the wind blow upon my face, and realized that" it was open. I flung the curtain aside, and found myself face to face with a broad-shouldered, elderly man, who had just stepped into ..the room. The window is a long French one, which really forms a door leading- to the lawn. I held my bedroom candle lit in my hand, and, by its light, behind the first man I saw two others, who were In the act of entering. X stepped back, but the fellow was on me In an Instant. He caught me first by the wrist, anil then by the throat. I opened my mouth to scream, but he struck mo a savage blow with his fist over the eye, and felled me to the ground. I must have been unconscious for a few minutes, for when I came to myself. I found that they had torn 'down the bell- rope, and had secured me tightly to the oaken chair which stands at the head of the dining-table. I was so firmly bound that I could not move, and a handkerchief round my mouth pre vented mo from uttering- a sound. It was at this Instant that my unfortu nate husband entered the room. HeJiad evidently, heard some suspicious sounds, and he came prepared for such a scene as he found. He was dressed in his shirt and trousers, with his favorite black thorn cudgel in his hand. He rushed at the burglars, but - another It was an elderly man, stooped, picked the poker out of the grate, and struck him a hor rible blow as he passed. He fell with a groan, and never moved again. I faint-, ed once more, but again it could only h!vn hn fnr-o vrr fAnr mini.too J Ing which I was insensible. When 1 1 3 1 wrn h H r,r : ants uId a ed at that compara- S&JL nJidtifp .-ni? Sjtlvely early hour, and that Jo one could which stood there. Each of them nad ! p0ssibly hear a bell ring In the kitchen. a glass in his hand I have already told . Therefore, he must have been In close you, nave I not, that one was elderly, league with one of the servants. Surely with a beard, and the others young, that Is evident But there arc eight serv halrless lads. They might have been a ants, and all of good" character." father with his two sons. They talked i "Other things being equal," said together In whispers. Then .they came j Holme?, "one would suspect the one at over and made sure that I was securely " whose head the master thnyv a decanter, bound. Finally they withdrew, closing And yet that would involve treachery the window after them. It was quite a towards the mistress to whom this wo quarter of an hour before I got my ; man seems devoted. Well, well, the mouth free. When I did 30, my screams point Is jl minor one. and when you have brought the maid to my assistance. Randall you will probably find no dlffi The other servants were soon alarmed, culty in securing his accomplice. The and we sent for the local police, who in- ; lady's story certainly seems to be cor stantly communicated with London, i roborated. If It needed corroboration, by That is really all that X can tell you, ! every detail which we see before us.'1 gentlemen, and 1 trust that it will not j He walked to the French window and be necessary for me to go over so pain-; threw It open. "There are no signs here, ful a story again." j "utv the ground Is Iron hard, and one "Any questions, Mr. Holmes?" asked I "n'0UJd nott cf ect tne"V , T se tnat thcse Hopkins. j eanJIes,in the mantelpiece have been n"I will not Impose any further tax ' time." sald Holmes. "Before I go Into! the dining-room, 1 should like to hear j your experience." He looked at the j maid. "I saw the men before they came i Into the house," said she. "As I sat by j my bedroom window I saw three men In the moonlight down by the lodge gate yonder, but I thought nothing of it at the time. Jt was more than an hour after that I heard my mistress scream, and down I ran, to find her, poor lamb, j just as she says, and him on the floor, I with his blood and brains over the room.' It was enough to drive a woman out of her wits, tied there, and her very dress spotted with him, but she never wanted courage, did Miss Mary Frascr, of Adelaide, and Lady Brackenstall, of Abbey Grange, hasn't learned new ways. Tou've questioned her long enough, you gentlemen, and now she is coming to her own room, just with her old Theresa, to get the rest that she badly needs." With a motherly tenderness the gaunt j woman put her arm round her mistress j and led her from the room. "She has been with her all her life," J said Hopkins. "Nursed her as a baby, ! and came with her to England when they first left Australia, 18 months ago. Theresa Wright is her nameand the kind of maid you don't pick' up nowa days. Thl3 way, 'Mr. Holmes, If you please!" The keen interest had passed out of Holmes' expressive face, and I knew that with the mys"tery all the charm of the case had departed. There still re mained an arrest to be effected, but what were these commonplace rogues, that he should soil his hands with them? An abstruse and learned special ist who' finds that he has' been called In for a case of measles would experience something of the annoyance which I read in my friend's eyes. Tet the scene In the dining-room of the Abbey Grange was sufficiently strange 'to arrest his attention and to recall his waning interest It was very large and high chamber, with carved oak celling, oaken paneling, and a fine array of deer's heads and an cient weapons around the walls. At the further end from the door was the high, French window of which we had heard. Three smaller windows on the right-hand side filled the apartment with cold Winter sunshine. On the left was'a large, deep fireplace, with a massive, overhanging oak mantelpiece. Beside the fireplace was a heavy oaken chair with arms and crossbars at the bottom. In and out through the open woodwork was woven a crimson cord, which was secured at each sldo to the crossplece below. In re leasing the lady, the cord had been slipped off her, but the knots with which It had been secured still remained. These details only struck our attention after ward, for our thoughts were entirely ab sorbed by the terrible object which lay upon the tiger-skin hearthrug in front of the fire. It was the body of a tall, well-made man, about 40 years of age. He lay upon his back, his face upturned, with his white teeth grliinlug through his short black i beard. His two clenched' hands were, raised; above his. head, and a hea'y dark, handsome, aquiline features were convulsed into a spasm of vindictive hatred, which had set his dead face in a terribly fiendish expression. He had evi dently been in his bed when the alarm had broken out, for he wore a foppish. embroidered nightshirt, and his bare feet jiprojecied from his trousers. His head bore witness to the savage ferocity of the blow which had struck him down. Beside him lay the heavy poker, bent into a curve by the concussion. Holmes exam ined both It and the Indescribable wreck which it had wrought. "Ho must tie a powerful man, this elder Randall," he remarked. "Tes," said Hopkins. "I have some rec ord of the fellow, and he Is a rough cus tomer." "Tou should have no difficulty In get ting him." "Not the slightest. We have been on the lookout for him, and there was some Idea that he had got away to America.' Now that we know that the gang are here, I don't see how they can escape. We have the news at every seaport al ready, and a reward will be offered before evening. What beats me Is 'how they could have done so mad a thing, knowing that the lady could describe them, and that we could not fall to recognize the description." "Exactly. One would have expected that they would have silenced Lady Brackenstall as well." "Th'ey may not have realized," I sug gested, "that she had recovered from her faint" "That Is likely enough. If she seemed to be senseless, they would not take her life. What about this poor fellow. Hop kins? I seem to have heard some queer stories about him." "He was a good-hearted man when he was sober, but a perfect fiend when he was drunk, or rather when he was half drunk, for he seldom really went the whole way. The devil seemed ta be in him at such times, and he was capable of anything. From-what I hear, in spite of all his wealth and hl9 title, he very nearly came our way once or twice. There was a scandal about his drenching a dog with petroleum and setting it on fire her ladyship's dog, to make the matter worse and that was only hushed up with difficulty. Then he threw a decanter at that maid, Theresa Wright; there was trouble about that On the whole, and between ourselves. It will be a brighter house without him. What are youJook Ing at now?" Holmes was down on his knees, exam ining with great attention the knots upon the red cord with which the lady had been secured. Tnen he carefully scrutin ized the broken and frayed end where it had snapped off when the burglar had dragged It down. "When this was pulled down, the bell In the kitchen must' have rung loudly," he remarked. ' "No one could hear it The kitchen stands right at the back of the house.' "How did the burglar know no one would hear it? How dared he pull at a bell-rope in that reckless fashion?" "Exactly, Mr. Holmes; exactly. Tou. put the very question which I have asked Km una again. j.nere can D6 ! L'S, iel?TmU haV? that the serv- ,f . t-as.by their light, and that of the lady's bedroom candle, that the burglars saw their way about" "And what did they take?" "Well, they did not take much only half a dozen articles of plate off the side board. Lady Brackenstall thinks that they were themselves so disturbed by the death of Sir Eustace that they did not ransack the house, as they would other wise have done." "No doubt that Is true, and yet they drank some wine, I understand." "To steady their nerves." "Exactly. These three glasses upon the sideboard have been untouched, I sup pose?" "Tes, and the bottle stands as they left It" "Let u? look at it Halloa; halloa! What is this?" , . , The three glasses were grouped to- HKs;ether, all of them tipped with winet and one of them containing some dregs of beeswing. The bottle stood near them, two-thirds full, and beside it lay a long, deeply-stained cork. Its appearance and the dust upon the bottle showed that was no common vintage which the murderers h.ad enjoyed. A change had come over Holmes' man ner. He had lost his listless expression, and again I saw an alert light of Interest In his keen, deep-set eyes. He raised the cork and examined It minutely. ''How did they draw It?" he asked. Hopkins pointed to a half-opened draw er. In It lay some table linen anda a large corkscrew. "Did Lady Brackenstall say that screw was used?" "No, you remember that she was sens? less at the moment when the bottle was opened." "Quite so. As a matter of fact, that screw was not used. This bottle was opened by a pocket screw, probably con tained In a knife, and not more than an inch and a half long. If you will ex amine the top of the cork, you will ob serve that the screw was driven In three times before the cork was extracted. It has never been transfixed. This long screw would have transfixed It and drawn It up with a single pull. When you catch the fellow, you will find that he has one of these multiplex knives In his pos session." "Excellent!" said Hopkins.. "But these glasses do puzzle me. I con fess. Lady Brackenstall actually saw the three' men drinking, did she not?" "Tes; she was clear about that." ' "Then there Is an end of It. What more is to be said? And yet, you must admit, that, the three glasses are very remark able, 'Hopkins. What? Tou see nothing remarkable? Well, well, let it pass. Per haps, when a man has special khowledgo and special powers like my own, It rather encourages him to seek a complex ex planation when a simpler one Is at hand. Of course it must be a mere chance about the glasses. Well, good morning, Hopkins. I don't see that I can be of any use to you, and you appear to have your case very .clear. Tou will let me know when Randall is arrested, and any further developments which may occur. I trust that I shall soon have to con gratulate you upon a successful conclu sion. Come, Watson, I fancy that we may employ ourselves more profitably at home." During our return journey, I could see by Holmes face that he was much puz zled by something which he had observed. Every now tind then, by an effort, he would throw off the impression, and talk as if the matter were clear, but then his doubts would settle down upon him again, and his knitted brows and abstracted eyes would show that his thoughts had gone back once more to the great dining-room of the Abbey Grange, In which this mid night tragedy had been enacted. At last, by a sudden impulse, just as our train was crawling out of a suburban station, he sprang on to the platform and pulled me out after him. j "Excuse me, my dear fellow," said he, j as we watched the rear "carriage of our train disappearing round a curve. "I am sorry to make you the victim of what may i seem a mere whim, but on my life. Wat son, I simply can't leave that casq in this conditlop. Every instinct that I possess cries out against it it's wrong it's all wrong I'll swear that it's wrong. And yet the lady's story was complete, the maid's corroboration was sufficient, the detail was fairly exact What have I to put up against that? Three wine glasses, that is all. But if I had not taken things for granted, if I had ex amined everything with care which I should have done had we approached the case de novo and had no cut-and-drled story to warp my mind, should I not then have found something more definite to go upon? Of course T should. Sit down on this beach, Watson, until a train for Chiselhurst arrives, and allow me to lay the evidence before you. Imploring you In the first instance to dismiss from your "mind the Idea that anything which the maid or her mistress may have said must necessarily be true. The lady's charming personality must not be permitted to, warp our judgment "Surely there are details in her story which, if we looked at in cold blood. woud excite our suspicion. These burglars made a considerable haul at Sydenham a fortnight ago. Some account of them and of their appearance was in the pa pers, and would naturally occur to any one who wished to Invent a story in which Imaginary robbers should play a part. As a matter of fact, burglars who have done a good stroke of business are, as a rule, only too glad to enjoy the pro ceeds in peace and quiet without embark ing on another perilous undertaking. Again, it Is unusual for burglars to op erate at so early an hour, it is unusual for burglars to strike a lady to prevent her screaming, since one would Imagine that was the sure way to make her scream, it is unusual for them to commit. murder when their numbers are sufficient to overpower one man. it is .unusual for them to be content with a limited plun der when there was much more within their reach, and finally, I should say, that It was very unusual for such men to leave a bottle half empty. How do all these unusuals strike you, Watson?'" "Their cumulative effect is certainly considerable, and yet each , of them Is quite possible In Itself. The most unusual thing of all, as it seems to mo, is that the lady should be tied to the chair." "Well, I am riot so clear about that Watson, for it I3 evident that they must either kill" her or else secure her in such a way that she qould not give. Imme diate notice of their escape. But at any rate I have shown, have I not, that there Is a certain element of Improbability about tho ladya story? And now, on LADY BRACKENSTAM, TJRIXS HER STORY. : the top of this, comes the incident of the wineglasses." -What about the wineglasses?" "Can you see them In your mind's eye?" "I see them clearly." "We are told that three men drank from them. Does that strike you as likely?" "Why not? There was wine in each glass. "Exactly, but there was beeswing only In one glass. Tou must have noticed that fact. What does, that suggest to your mind?" "The last glass filled would be most likely to contain beeswing." "Not at all. The bottle was full of it, and it Is inconceivable that the first two glasses were clear and the third heavily charged with it. There arc two possible explanations, and only two. One Is that after the second glass was filled the bot tle was violently agitated, and so the third glass received the beeswing. That does, not a'ppear probable. No, no, I am sure that I am right" "What, then, do you suppose?" "That only two glasses were used, and that the dregs of both were poured Into a third glass, so as to give the false im- presslon that three people- had been here in that way all the beeswing would be in the last glass, would It not? Tes. I am convinced that this is so. But It I have hit upon the true explanation of this one small phenomenon, then in an instant the case rises from the common place to the exceedingly remarkable, for It can only mean that Lady Brackenstall and her maid have deliberately lied to us, that not one word of their story is to be believed, that they have some very strong reason for covering the real crim inal, and that we must construct our case for ourselves without any help from them. That Is the mission which now lies before us, and here, Watson, Is the Sydenham train." The household at the Abbey Grange were much surprised at our return, but Sherlock Holmes, finding that Stanley Hopkins had gone off to report to head quarters. took possession of the dining-room, locked thft door upon the Inside. and de voted himself for two hours to one of those minute and laborious investigations which form the solid basis on which his brilliant edifices of -deduction were reared. Seated in a corner like an In terested student who observes the demon stration of his professor. I followed every step of that remarkable research. The window, the curtlns. the carpet, the chair, the rope each, in turn, was minutely ex amined and duly pondered. The body of the unfortunate baronet had been re moved, and all else remained as we had seen It In the morning. Finally, to mv astonishment Holmes climbed up on to the massive mantelpiece. Far above his head hung the few inches of red cord which were still attached to the wire. For a long time he gazed upwards at it, and then in an attempt to get nearer to It he rested his knee upon a wooden bracket on the walj. This brought his hand within a few Inches of the broken end of the rope, but it was not this so much as the bracket itself which seemed to engage his atten tion. Finally, he sprang down with an ejaculation of satisfaction. ' "It's all right, Watson," said he. "We j nave Sot our case one of the most re- markable In our collection. But, dear me. how slow-wittdd I have been, and how nearly I have committed the blunder of my lifetime! Now, I think that, with a few misajng links, my chain is almost com plete." "Tou have got your men?" "Man, Watson, man. Only one, but a very formidable person. Strong a3 a lion witness the blow that bent that poker. Six foot three in height, active as a squir rel, dexterous with his fingers, .finally, remarkably quick-witted, for this whole ingenious story Is of his concoction. Tes. Watson, we have come upon tho handi work of a very remarkable individual. And yet, In that bell-rope, he has given us a clew which should not have left U3 a doubt" "Where was the clew?" "Well, If you were to pull down a bell rope, Watson, where would you expect It to break? Surely at the spot where It Is attached to the wire. Why should It break three inches from the top, as this one has done?" "Because it Is frayed there?" "Exactly. This end, which we can ex amine, Is frayed. He was cunning enough to do that with his knife. But the other end 13 not frayed. Tou could not observe that from here, but If you were on the mantelpiece you would see that.lt is cut clean off without any mark of fraying whatever. Tou can reconstruct what oc curred. The man needed the rope. He would not tear It down for fear of giving the alarm by ringing the bell. What did he do? He sprang up on the mantelpiece, could not quite reach It. put his knee on the bracket you will see the Impression in the dust and so got his knife to bear upon the cord. I could not reach the place by at least three Inches from which I infer that he Is. at least three inches a bi'-Ter man than I. Look at that mark upon the seat of the oaken chair! What Is It?" "Blood." "Undoubtedly it is blood. This alone puts the lady's story out of. court If she were seated on the chair when the crime was done, how comes that mark. No. no. she was placed In the chair after the death of her husband. I'll wager that the black dress shows a corresponding mark to thl. We have not yet met our Waterloo, Wat- son, but this Is our Marengo; for It be- srins In defeat and p.ndx In vWorv T ' should like now to have a, few words w'Ah the nurse, Theresa. We must be wary for Continued on-Pisa 47.) r