THE GIRL WITH
A MILLION
By D. C.
CHAPTEU X. (Continued.)
"Do you think you may safely intro
duce me to Dobroskl now?" demanded
Zeno, with a smile of boastful self-complacence.
"Who are you?' Frost demanded.
"'How's it done?. There ain't a feature."
He stared hard at Zeno, losing for once
hla own shrinking gaze.
"Would you like to see It go a little
further?" asked Zeno, laughing.1 He slip
ped his hand to his mouth, Frost heard
a slight clicking sound, and there was
hs companion grinning at him with a
borrible gap-toothed laugh, which Btartled
him so that he recoiled a pace or two.
Zeno laughed triumphantly and noisily.
"'And now," he said, when his laugh was
over, "will you introduce me to Dob
Toskl?" His voice had undergone a great
change, and hissed and whistled through
the gaps in his teeth like that of an old
man.
Frost stared at him still, as If he were
fascinated. "This gets me down," he
aid. "This gets me down, and kicks
me while I'm down. Wait a bit," he said,
somewhat recovering from his surprise;
""I'll show you something." He pulled
open a small drawer, and taking from it a
photograph of considerable size, threw it
on the table. Zeno took it, and after the
merest glance stared up at Frost with an
expression of amazement almost as com
plete as Frost himself had worn a few
moments earlier. The photograph was an
enlarged copy of the one which Angela
had found among the stereqscopic views
In the little exhibition of Janenne.
"How did you come by this?" he asked,
recovering himself.
"Dobroski gave it me. I was going to
show it to you to warn you off. There
isn't a man in the neighborhood here that
hasn't seen it and studied it. There
isn't one of any note among them that
hasn't got a copy of it."
"Dobroskl gave it you?" said Zeno, in
a new amazement. "My good Frost, I
have been as cunning as a serpent. I
have had down there at Janenne a bung
ling spy who did not know me, who was
set to watch Dobroskl, such a bungler
that he was certain to find him out, and
did find him out, and I had him there
to draw attention from myself. I talked
with Dobroskl sometimes, a bit of broken
English', a bit of broken French. I fool
ed hira completely to my own idiotic self
satisfaction, and he knew me all the time.
Oh, I tell you he Is a master. Never a
sign. A sign? Not the least, least, lit
tle, little sign for weeks, and he knew
all the time ! A master."
At that instant there came a loud
knocking at the front door, and Frost,
putting his head out of the window,
peered downward.
"Who's there?" he cried. "The house
Js all abed."
""it is I, Mr. Frost," said a quiet voice
"below. "Can I speak to you for a mo
ment?" ,
Mr. Frost drew in his head so sudden
ly and incautiously that he struck it
"resoundingly upon the woodwork of the
"window, and then tha spy and the traitor
faced each other. The same word was
on the lips of each, and dropped in a
mere whisper : "Dobroski !"
"Bring him here," said the spy. , "We
can tell between us if he knows me. A
tittle courage. Take the bull by the
horns. We can save all if there is any
thing to save do all if there is anything
to be done. Go."
With all this breathed in one rapid
whisper in Frost's ear, he pushed him
from the room. While he blunderingly
descended Zeno advanced stealthily like a
cat and restored the window and the blind
to their old position.
"Do I wear anything he could know?"
he asked himself. He released with
rapid fingers' a single button of his waist
coat, slid the bar of his watch chain
through the buttonhole and transferred
-watch and chain to his coat pocket. Then
he stripped his fingers of the rings he
wore and put them in his purse, and as
he did so he heard the jar with which
the front door opened. His breath came
hard and fast, and his fat cheeks were
blanched, but he seated himself in a
battered armchair near the fire.
"Are you alone, sir?" asked Dobroskl,
when Frost had opened the door, "Can
I speak with you?"
"I am not alone, Mr. Dobroskl,' an
swered Frost. "I have a friend with me.
V ill you come In? He would like to
meet you, sir. He is a countryman of
yours."
"I will come In for a moment," said
T)obroskl. He entered from the rain,
which was driving down rapidly, and as
Frost closed the door he said, in tran
quil and ordinary tones, "Mr. Zeno Is
here. He arrived in London this even
Ung."
CHAPTER XI.
For a moment Frost felt hollow, and
had some ado to stand upright. He held
the handle of the door In one hand, and
with the other propped himself against
the wall.
"Zeno?" he contrived to say, In a voice
which he knew to be much unlike his
own. "Ah. The spy."
He expected some sort of instant con'
demnatlon, for to his startled mind the
statement that Zeno was there meant
that Zeno was actually within the house,
and was of itself proclamation of the
discovery of treason. He had time enough
to be shot, stabbed, poisoned, abducted,
nd tried for treason u hi own swltt
Murray '
darting, frightened fancy before Dobroski
spoke again.
"Yes," said Dobroskl, "he Is here. It
Is well that everybody should be warned
of him."
"Of course," returned Frost, trembling
in his limbs, and speaking with a shake
in his voice. '"He seems to be a danger
ous sort of fellow."
Dobroski mounted the staircase in si
lence, and entered Frost's room in obedi
ence to a wave of the hand from the regu
lar occupant. Frost followed in time to
see Zeno turn in his armchair and look
at the newcomer with a casual air. This
was succeeded by a start of surprise, .and
Zeno arose slowly and as if unconsciously
from his scat.
"This," said Frost, who- knew not
what to make of Zeno's airs, and was
newly frightened by ,them "this is Mr.
Dobroski." He was Vainly casting about
in his mind for Zeno's alias, when Zeno
himself relieved him.
"I knew it," cried the spy, ,in English,
and then with a sudden forward rush he
threw himself at Dobroski's feet, and
seizing one of his ankles in both hands,
kissed his boot again and again, with
wild, gurgling ejaculations which meant
nothing to Frost's ears, but stood in
Polish for "Angel ! Preserver ! Patriot !
Father !" and a variety of expressions of
worship and affection. Dobroski tried to
withdraw his foot from this unexpected
worshiper's grasp, but Zeno held on tight
ly, and the old man submitted after a
while, but looked round on Frost with a
questioning air which set that traitorous
personage at his wits' end.
"Come," said Frost, stooping to seize
Zeno, as the best way of hiding his em
barrassment. "Don't you think you've
done about enough of that? It's no lux
ury for Mr. Dobroski to have you licking
his boots like a dog."
Zeno went on kissing and gurgling for
a second or two, and then allowed Frost
to drag him to his feet. The old man
had walked by muddy ways, and his wor
shiper's countenance bore signs of con
tact lith the boot. To Frost's utter
amazement, tears were coursing down the
spy's fat, white cheeks. '
"I declare !" said the Irish-American,
in bewilderment, as he shook Zeno by
the shoulders, "what's the matter with
the man?"
"What is the matter?" demanded Zeno,
turning upon him with smeared and tear
ful face and tragic gesture. "Behold the
preserver of my life, my father's preserv
er, my mother's, the patriot, the chief,
the Idol, the god, of my unhappy coun
try !"
With this he fell into a chair near the
table, and dropping both arms across the
table and his head upon his arms gave
himself up to convulsive sobbing.
"I do not recall your friend," said Dob
roski, looking toward Frost.
No," cried Zeno, raising his head to
his fellow scoundrel's Intense relief. "I
am of Warsaw My name Is Wroblews-
koff.. Marco. It is thirty years ago.
I was but a lad."
He spoke in Polish, and Dobroski's
look of inquiry gave way to one of pleas-
ure and welcome.
"I remember," he said "I remember."
He stretched out a hand to Zeno and the
rascal took it and kissed it.
"My mother blessed you with her dy
ing breath," he said. "My father died
in exile, blessing you. My sister's chil
dren cherish your memory and pray for
you nightly."
The bewildered Frost asked himself
repeatedly whether the thing were true or
false. Dobroskl released himself from
the spy's grasp and walked to the window,
and looked out on the rainy night. Then
Zeno, turning upon Frost, began In Eng
lish a story of the utmost circumstance,
which he related with so natural an emo
tion and so complete an air of veracity
that it was hard to disbelieve him, though
the listener was certain he was lying.
Once or twice, at the mention of a name,
Dobroskl turned and asked after the his
tory of its owner.
Frost was eager and yet afraid to be
alone with Dobroskl. He had been horrl
bly frightened all along. When Zeno
had seemed to stand on the edge of a
fatal blunder In respect to his wife's na
tionality, his blood had suddenly run cold,
and he had eyed Dobroskl in an agony of
apprehension.
"Perhaps you don't know," said Frost,
addressing his fellow rascal, "what sort
of a muss you've got your features into.
You'd better take one of them candles
into the next room and get a wash there."
Zeno glanced at himself in the dis
colored glass above the mantelpiece, and
feigning to be surprised by what he saw
there, took up a candle and retired. As
he entered the bedchamber he stumbled
against a chair, and in putting It out of
the way propped the door open with it.
Frost approached Dobroskl. ,
"I don't quite make out this news of
yours, air, he said, half whispering,
"You ear Zeno is In London. Who has
seen him?"
"He was seen and recognized at Char
ing Cross station by two of the breth
ren," returned Dobroskl. "Unhappily he
was missed and lost in the crowd. They
saw him take a cab, but In the confusoln
they followed the wrong vehicle."
Frost, standing with hli back to the
llzht. dared to look into Dobroski's eyes.
which were illumlnaterd by the flame of
the solitary candle. He could read there
no sign of i suspicion, but he asked him
self what would hare happened If Zeno
had been tracked to his resldenoe what
would happen if he really had been track
ed there, and if Dobroskl were only play
ing with him. The fancy turned him
cold.
"You have been looking at this por
trait?" said the old man, striding past
Frost, and taking up the photograph,
which still lay upon the table. "He will
be troublesome to us, most likely, but
we are forewarned against him, and fore
warned is forearmed in the proverba of
many nations."
"My candle has gone out," said Mr.
Zeno, presenting himself at the bedroom
door with the candlestick In one hand
and a towel In the other. Dobroskl threw
a photograph on the table, and Zeno, as
he relit his candle at the other, glanced
at It. "Do you know this man, friend
Frost?" he demanded, laying a finger on
his own portrait. "He la not a friend of
yours, I hope?"
"Why not?" asked friend Frost, husk
ily.
He Is a scoundrel," returned Zeno,
placidly, looking as If he noticed nothing,
but keeping the keenest lookout on Dob
roski through the discolored mirror. "He
is a Russian spy, that fellow."
"How do you know?" Frost demanded.
He crouched over the fire and rubbed his
hands above the blaze to account for
the tremor In his voice.
"How do I know?" repeated . Zensj.
There was in Milan a national commit
tee, and I was a member. This fellow
tried to bribe me. I know his face. I
should know it In a million, but I have
forgotten what name he went by. Tha is
of no consequence. I know the man. If
you doubt it, bring him face to face
with me."
"What do you know of him?" asked
Dobroskl. "Is he an able man?"
"A fool," said Zeno. "He is a Greek
and he came to me at first pretending to
be a Pole. I talked with him and he
made fifty mistakes in a hundred words."
"How long ago was this?" Dobroski
asked.
"Seven years next August,'! responded
Zeno, after an elaborate calculation upon
his fingers and much knitting of his sandy
brows in thought.
"You will tell anybody you happen to
meet," said Dobroski, taking up his felt
hat from the table and turning to 1 rost.
"It is well that all should know It. I
shall meet you again, Mr. Wroblewskoff,"
he added, shaking hands warmly with
Zeno, who took the extended hand in both
his and kissed it. '
Frost lighted his guest downstairs and
saw him into the rainy street. Then he
came blunderingly upstairs again.
"Well?" said Zeno, who was hwveling
himself before the mirror. "Did he know
me?" -
"I do not know," said Frost, with ex
treme slowness, "whether he knew you
or whether he didn't. But if an opinion
is any use to you he was no more taken
in than I was."
"Pooh !" cried Zeno.
"Anyway," replied Frost, "I ain't fool
enough to ask you to pitch your tent on
mv premises just at present. The best
thing for you to do is to slide before
the old man has time to set a watcn, on
this particular tenement."
"Give me his address," said Zeno. I
will know whether he suspects or, not,
I shall call upon him to-morrow."
(To be continued.)
Canoeing Great Sport.
The canoeist Is the most Independ-
ent of men, according to Yachting. He
can push his craft through a stream
three feet wide and five Inches deep
and he can safely negotiate any bit of
water that a catboat or moderate sized
launch would care to attempt Canoe
ing is popular because it brings its
devotees out Into the open freedom and
lets them live their summer life as they
will. The canoe does for humanity
what the bicycle failed to do. The bi
cyclist was tied to roads, was depend
ent upon hotels and restaurants for
food and lodging. When the hill was
steep he must alight and walk. When
the road was bad, or the foot of the
hill dubious, he must do likewise.
The canoeist suffers none of these re
strictions, he carries with aim his
place of abode, his bed, his food and
the means of preparing It. He Is not
confined to well-worn highways, he Is
able to penetrate and exploreout of
the way streams and pitch his tent in
spots Inaccessible to the average wan
derer. The ability of canoes to carry
their owners Into places where even a
rowboat could not be maneuvered gives
to the paddler a point of view not of
ten obtainable by any one else. Even
In the vicinity of large cities he Is
able to discover numerous pleasant but
unknown locations reached by water
that he has practically to himself.
Not What He Aalced.
In these days of Individualism In
thought and action the balance of de
cision tips more and more toward the
personal. Even In the matter of spell
lng, the ego asserts Itself In the face
of tradition and history. "Bobby," In
Tit-Bits, Is not the only person who
constitutes himself the final court of
appeal In the realm of orthography.
"So you go to school, do you Bob
by?" asked the minister.
"Yes, sir," answered Bobby. ,
"Let me hear how you spell 'bread.' "
"B-r-e-d-e." - - -
"The dictionary spells It with an 'a,'
Bobby." ,
"Yes, sir ; but you didn't ask me how
the dictionary spells it; you asked me
how I spell it"
Where Philosophy Palla.
'"Who breaks, pays."' ; -
"I'd like to see you try that on our
i..red glrL" Baltimore America
Pineapple and Strawberrlea.
To each medium-sized pineapple take
one teneupful of granulated augur. Pare
and core the pineapple, cut In slices
or in squares. Mix some sugar witn
the pineapple, adding enough wator to
melt the sugar. Boll briskly for fifteen
minutes; , Then fill the cuu almost full
of fruit. Then pour on melted par
affin. Use new tops and rubbers, If
possible. When the can has coolod
sufficiently, dip the top of each can In
melted paraffin.
Wash and stem the strawberries. To
each quart of berries allow one quart
of granulated sugar. Boll "briskly for
fifteen minutes. Then almost nil the
can with the berries, pouring on top
melted paraffin. Scald. When cool dip
each top In melted paraffin. Strawber
ries canned In this way are delicious
and will keep their color. v
1-
Snnderland.
Warm two cups of milk and put In
one-half cup of butter; let this butter
soften, but not turn to an oil. Bent
four eggs light as for cake and then
add to the milk and butter. Add four
heaping tablespoons of flour and beat
all, hard and furiously. Fill buttered
cups three-quarters full and bake In
a quick oven until they are puffed up
well and browned. Turn at once out
of the cups on to a warm dish, cut a
gash In each and fill with a sioouful
of Jolly or pani. Close the gash and
dredge the tops with powdered sugar.
Strawberry Ice Cream.
Scald one pint of milk In a double
boiler; add one scant tablespoouful of
flour blended in a little cold water,
stir until slightly thickened and cook
for ten minutes. Beat together live
eggs and two cupfuls of sugar, add to
the cooked milk and stir until thick
ened like custard, strain and set aside.
Hull, wash and rub through a sieve one
quart of berries. To the cold custard
add one pint of cream, put into. the
freezer and turn for a few minutes un
til cold. Add the berries and one ta
blespoonful of lemon juice and freeze.
Sardine Salad.
Sardine salad Is a delicious luncheon
or tea dish. Remove the skin and bones
from six big sardines and cut Into tiny
pieces. Place these in a salad bowl
with six cold boiled eggs cut in quar
ters and one big, firm apple cut Into
strips and three cold boiled potatoes
cut Into dice. If you like the flavor
add half a teaspoonful of finely
chopped chives and then faur table
spoons of French dressing. Serve very
cold. i
Coneernlnir Eggm.
A fresh egg will sink when placed 10"
water ana rest an us siae; u inree
weeKS oitt it win incline sngniiy wun
the small end down; If three months
old It will stand on the small end, and
If older It will Boat with large end
out of water more or less, according
to age. Popular Mechanics having ap
parently made experlmehts with aged
eggs, Is responsible for these state
ments. Lemon Cookie.
Four cups of sifted flour, or enough
for a stiff dough ; one teacupful of
butter, two cuds of sugar, the Juice of
one lemon and the grated peel from
the outside, three eggs, whipped very
light. Beat thoroughly each Ingredi
ent, adding, after all is In, half a
teaspoonful of soda dissolved In a ta
blespoonful of milk. Boll out as any
cookies and bake a light brown.
Chocolate Wafer.
One-half of a cupful of light brown
sugar, one-half of a cupful of granu
lated sugar, one-half of a cup of grated
bitter chocolate, one and one-half cup
fuls of flour, one-quarter of a teaspoon
ful of salt, one teaspoon ctf 'vanilla.
Mix to a soft dougn, roll out a little
at a time thin 'and cut into circles.
Bake In a moderate oven. ,
Spiced Rhubarb.
To 2Vj pounds of rhubarb, washed
and cut In Inch pieces, add one cupful
of vinegar, 2 pounds of sugar and one
tablespoonful m each of cinnamon and
cloves. Put all In' a preserving kettle
and boll steadily for half an hour. Put
In Jelly glasses, covering the tops with
paraffin.
Preserved Strawberries.
Add to 1 pound well-cleaned and
washed strawberries half cupful sugar,
boll five minutes, put them In Jars,
close and turn the Jars upside down
every two minutes till cold. They will
soak up a great deal of the Juice and
look fine.
Short San-a-eatlona.
Pewterware should be washed In hot
water with a fine silver sand and af
terward polished with a leather.
A crust of bread put Into the water
In which greens are boiled will absorb
all objectionable rankness of flavor.
My Hair is
Scraggly
Do you like It? Then why
be contented with it? Have
to be? Oh, no! Just put on
Ayer's Hair Vigor and have
long, thick hair; soft, even
hair; beautiful hair, without a
single gray line in it. Have a
little pride. Keep young just
as long as you can.
11 1 m fif ty-eeven yeari eld, end nnUl re
eentlr my hlr whi very eray. But In ft few
nki Ajer'i Hair Vigor reitoreri the nftturnl
eolor to mi hair o now there li not ft Kray
hair to be ieeu." J. W. HAXloN, Boulder
Creek, Cel. ,
by J. O. Arer Os LoweU,
AH
ea aumulftetarere of
9 (arsapaulu.
iters
PILLS.
CHERRY. PeSTOIAL.
On Bieiptlon.
Mrs. Wlckler Dear me! how all the
necessaries of life have gone up.
Wlckler No; they haven't all gone
up.
Mrs. Wlckler Well, I should like
you to mention one thing that hasn't
gone up.
Wlckler Certainly. My salary. II
lustrated Bits.
Dos and Moalcnl Tones,
The capacity of dogs to distinguish
musical tones has been made the sub
ject of elaborate experiments by Dr.
Otto Kallscher, of Berlin, and the re
sults have Just been published In the
proceedings of the Berlin Academy of
Sciences. Dr. Kallscher trained bis
dogs to pick up and ent morsels of
meat set before them only when a cer
tain note was sounded.
riTp B'' Viwr Time enfl Ml nervoue uw-ftnee
Ml O Permanently cured by Dr. Kllne'e Urea
Jierve fioeiornr. Bnd for KHKE 12 trial bottle nd
treatise. Dr. K. ALK-line, LO., wu Arcu m., rmuk.ra.
How the nail Wound Up.
"Yans, de beauty an' chivalry ob
Smoketown mingled In the ballroom."
"Mingled, yo' say?"
"Mingled till 'bout 'leven o'clock.
Den dey mixed." Houston (Texas)
Chronicle.
Not Committing Hlmaelf.
"Do you find my daughter's voice im
proving, Mr. Sculcher?" asked Mrs. Up
more. - "Improving?" said the professor of
vocal training. "Why, my dear madam,
It's er not the same voice at all."
Mothen will find Mr. Wlnelowi Soothln
Syrup the b it remedy to un (or their chlldrea
luring the teething period.
1
Clever at That.
"Who Is that seedy-looking man over
theie?"
"That's Burroughs. He's a real mas-
, .hnrt .tori,-
obf fln author( ehr
"No. I mean he can think up any
number of ways of telling you he's
broke." Philadelphia Press.
, Water from an artesian well at Ostend
which has been wasted for fifty years ha
now been discovered to possess medicinal
qualities similar to th witprs of Vichy.
Shake Into Your inoee
Allen'1 Foot-Ease. A powder. It make tight
or new ahoes ieel easy. It la a certain cure lor
weating, callous and hot, tired, aching feet.
BnIA K all Tlr.i
t age mailed free.
u. rrice zoo. xnai pace-
Addretn Allen 8. Olnuted,
VeMoJrt,ew orlt-
A Distinction.
"So you are one of the men who
went west to grow up with the coun
try," . -
"No," answered the prosperous and
serene citizen. "I am one of the men
who went west to show the country
how to grow up properly." Washing
ton Star. .
He Had Enough.
"Here's a note," said the postal clerk.
"from a man complaining that his mall
Isn't delivered regularly."
"What's his name? asked the hclef.
"Vladevoledoweschowskl."
"Huh! With that name you'd think
he had all the letters he needed."
Philadelphia Press. v
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