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The Phantom of the Opera BY GASTON LEROUX •das NURSES TIM Ttroal* Ho>»n>l l«r InwariMn. I* •Mllillu «•» BtlUni w< AIN«« HMtlWIi. Hmt Vv« ciit. (twi • UrM râ€"ti- owtnt •I TrtlnlBi to vownfl w««fln. Ii»vla« thi rc4utrttf itfucatUa, ttMtf i««lr«i»l tf Meoalal •u>»n. mit Hu«llai kw a^atU* >*• •<)*â- â-  ka«r uriUa. Tlia VHttU raaalira natlarai i4 Iha lakaal, a aunttlir allamaca ut* UuMtlat tipaawt ta •«« fraa Ntw Vark. far fiiftft* laflarasUaa apply ta tkt tvparlatottfaaL CHAI'TKU IV.- (Cont'd.) The houiH psnaed slowly. It waa nLout half-past t-leven wtven he dis- tinctly heard soni« one moving, with a 'i}fht, fitralthy step, in the room next * to him. Then ('hristiiM^ had not gono to licdl Without troubling for a rea- son, Kaoul dressed, taking care not to make a sound, and waited. Waited lor what? How could he tell? But his heart thumped in his chest when no heard Christine's door turn slowly on its hinge.s. Where cou'.d she be goin<f, at this hour, when every one was fast asleep at Perros? Softly opening the doo,-, he .saw Christine's white foi'm in tne moonlight, slipping along the pafsaKe. She went down the stairs and he leaned over the balu.ster above her. Suddenly ho heard two voicei in rapid conver.-iution. Ho caught one sentc-ncc: "Don't lose the key." It was the landlady's voice. The door facing the .sea was opened and locked again. Then all was still. Raoul ran back to his room and threw back the window, Christine's white form stood on the deserted quay. The firtt floor of the Setting Sun was at no great height and a tree grooving against the wall held out its branches to Raoul's impatient arma and enabled him to climb down un- known to the landlady. Her amaze- ment, therefore, was all the greater when, the next morning, the young man was brought back to her half frozen, more dead than alive, and when she learned that he had been found stretched at full length on the tteps of the high altar of the little church. She ran at once to tell Chris- tine, who hurried down and, with the help of the landlady, did her best to revive him. He soon opened his eyes and was not long in recovering when ho saw his friend's charming face leaning over him. A few weeks later, when the trag- edy at the Opera compelled the inter- vention of the public prosecutor, M. Mifroid, the commissary of police, examined the Vicomte de Chagny touching the events of the night at Perros. I quote the questions and answers : O. "Did Mile. Daae not see you come down from your room by the curious road which you selected?" R. "No, monsieur, no, although, when walking behind her, I took no pains to deaden the sound of my foot- steps. In fact, I was anxious that she should turn rouKd and see me. I real- ized that I had no excuse for follow- ing her and that this way of spying on her was unworthy of me. But she 8eeme<l not to hear me and acted exactly as though I were not there. She quietly left the quay and then suddenly walked quickly up the road. The church clock had struck a quarter to twelve and I thought that this must have made her hurry, for she began almost to run and continued ha.stening until she came to the church." "Mile. Daae's curious action in go- ing out at that hour had worried me at fust; but, as soon as I saw her go to the churchyard, I thought that she meant to fulfill some pious duty on her father's grave and 1 considered this so natural that I recovered all my calmness. < I was only surprised that she had not heard mu walking behind her, for my footsteps were quite audible on the hard snow. But she must have been taken up with her intentions and I re.solved not to dis- turb her. She knelt down by her father's grave, made the sign of the cross and began to pray. At that moment, it struck midnight. At the last stroke, I saw Mile. Daae lift her • eyes to the sky and stretch out her . arms as though in ecstasy. I was wondering what the reason could be, when I my.self raised my head and everything within me seemed drawn toward the invisible, which was play- ing the most perfect music I Christine and I knew that music; we had heard It as children. But it had never been executed with such divine art, even by M. Daae. 1 remembered all that Chris- tine had told m© of the Angel of Music. The air was The Resurrection of Lazarus, which old M. Daae used to play to us in his hours of melancholy and of faith. If Christine's Angel had existed, he could not have played bet- ter, that night, on the late musi- cian's violin. When the music stop- ped, I seemed to hear a noise from the skulls in the heap of bones; it was as though they were chuckling and I could not help shuddering." Q. "Then what happened that you were found in the morning lying half- dead on the steps of the high altar?" R. "First a skull rolled to my feet . . . then ii.i-.other . . . then another. ... It was as if 1 were the mark of that ghastly game of bowls. And I had an idea that fahx' step must have destroyed the balance of tho structure behind which our musician was con- cealed. This surmise seemed to be con- firmed when I saw a shadow suddenly glide along the sacristy wall. I ran up. The shadow had already pushed open the door and entered the church. But I was Quicker than the shadow and caught hold of a corner of its cloak. At that moment, we were just in front of the high altar; and the moonbeams fell straight upon ua through the stained-glass windows of the apse. As I did not let go of th« cloak, the shadow turned round; and I saw a terrible death's head, which darted a look at me from a pair of scorching eyes. I felt as if I were face to face with Satan; and, In the presence of this unearthly appari'tlon, ray heart gave way, my courage fail- ed me . . . and I remembered nothing more until I recovered consciousness at the Setting Sun." CHAPTER VI. FAUST AND WHAT KOLIXJWED. On the Saturday morning, on reach- ! ing their office, the joint managers found a letter from O. G. worded in these terms: "My Dear Managers: "So it is to be war between us? "If you still care for peace, here is my ultimatum. It consists of the four following conditions: "I. You must give me back my pri- vate box; and I wish it to be at my free disposal from henceforward. "2. Tl»e part of Margarita shall be sung this evening by Christine Daae. Never mind about Carlotta; she will be ill. "3. I absolutely insist upon the good and loyal services of Mme. Glry, my box-keeper, whom you will reinstate in her functions herewith. "4. I.«t me know by a letter hand- ed to Mme. Giry, who will see that it reaches me, that you accept, as your predecessors did, the conditions in my memorandum-book relating to my monthly allowance. I will inform you later how you are to pay it to me. "If you refuse, you will give Faust to-night in a-hou-se with a curse upon "Take my advice and be warned in time. O. G." lifSUC Nr. 49â€" '2ft. "Ix>ok here, I'm getting sick of him, sick of him!" Shouted Richard, bring- ing his fi.sts down on his office-table. Just then, Mercier, the acting- man- ager, entered. "Lachenel would like to see one of you gentlemen," he said. "He says that his business is urgent and he seems quite upset." "And what does he do?" "He has the chi«f management of tho stable." "Is there a stable at the Opera? Upon my word, I didn't know. Where is it?" "In the cellars, on the Rotunda side, it's a very important department; wo have twelve horses." "Twelve horses! And what for, in Heaven's name?" "Why, wo want trained horses for the processions in the Julve, the Pro- fet4i and so on; horses 'used to the boards.' It is the grooms' business to t<;ach them." "He can come in." M. Lachenel came in, carrying a riding-whip, with which he struck his right boot in an irritable manner. "<!ood morning, M. Lachenel," said Rkhard, somewhat impressed. '"To what do we owe the honor of your visit?" "Mr. Manager, I have come to ask you to get rid of the whole stable." "What, you want to get rid of our hor.ses?" "I am not talking of the horses, but of the stablemen." "How many stablemeii have you, M. lachenel?" "Six." "Six stablemen I That's at least two too many." "" "These are 'places,' " Mercier inter- posed, "creoted and forced upon us by the under-secrtary for fine arts. They are filled by protegees of the govem- ntvent and, if I may venture to . . ." "I don't care a hang for the goi-ern- mentl" roared Richard. "We don't need more than four stablemen for twelve horses." "Eleven." BR^d ti\e head riding- , master, eftrrecting hfm. "Twelve," repeated Richard. "I did have twelve, but I have only eleven since Cesar was stolen." And M. I/achenel gave him.self a great smack on the boot with his whip. "Has Cesar been stolen?" cried the acting-manager. "Cesar, the white horse in the Profeta? How?" "I don't know. Nobody knows. That's why I havo come to ask you to sack the whole stable." "What do your stablemen say?" "All sorts of nonsense. Some of them accuse the supers. Othera pre- tend that it's the acting-manager's doorkeeper . . ." "My doorkeeper? I'll anawer for Wm aa I would for myself!" protest- ed Mercier. "But, after all, M. Lachenel," cried Richard, "vou muai have some idea." "Yea, I have," M. Ijachenel declar- ed. "I have an idea and I'll tell you what It is. There'* no doubt about it in my mind." He -walked up to the two m«tnageTs and whispered, "It'a the ghost who did the trickl" Richard gave a jump. 'What, jwu too! You too! "- "What do you mean, I too? lan't It natural, after what I aaw?" "What did wm aee?" "i Mw, «a clearly m I now lee y«u, A black shadow riding a white horse that was as like Cesar as two peasi" I "And did you run after them?" "I did and I shouted, but they were I too fast for me and disappeared in I the darkness of the underground gal- ' lery." j M. Richard rose. "That will do, M. ': Lachenel. You can go. . . . We will I lodge a complaint against the ghost." I "And sack my stable?" "Oh, of course! Good morning." M. IjaJhenel bowed and withdrew. Richard foamed at the mouth. "Settle that idiot's account at once, please." ' "He is a friend of the government repreettitative'a!" Mercier ventured to Bay. "And he takes his vermouth at Tor- toni's with I.,agrene, SchoU and Per- tuiset, the lion-hunter," added Mon- charmin. "We shall have the whole press against as! He'll tell the story of the ghost; and everybody will be laughing at our expense! Wo may as well be dead as ridiculous!" "All right, say no more about it." At that moment the door opened. It must have been deserted^^y its usual Cerberus, for Mme. Giry enter- ed without ceremony, holding a letter in her hand, and .said hurriedly: "I beg your pardon, excu.se me, gentlemen, but I had a letter this morning from tho Opera ghost. He told me to come to you, that you had something to . . ." She did not cornplete the sentence. She saw Firmin RlShard's face; and it was a terrible sight. He said nothing, he could not speak. But suddenly he acted. First, his left arm seized upon the quaint person of Mme. Giry and made her describe so unexpected a semicircle that she uttered a despair- ing cry. Next, his right foot imprint- ed its sole on the black taffeta of a skirt which certainly had never before undergone a similar outrage in a sim- ilar place. The thing happened so quickly htat Mme. Giry, when in the passage, was still quite bewildeired and Seemed not to unoerstand. But, sud- denly, she understood; and the Opera rang with her indignant yells, her violent protests and threats. About the same time, Carlotta, who had a small house of her own in the Rue du Faubourg St.-Honore, rang for her maid, which brought her letters to her bed. Among them was an an- onymous missive, written in red ink, in a hesitating, clumsy hand, which read: "If you appear to-night, you must be prepared for a great misfortune at the moment when you open your mouth to sing ... a misfortune' worse than death." The letter took away Cnrlotta's ap- petite for breakfast. She pushed back her chocolate, sat up in bed and thought hard. It was not the first let- ter of the kind which she had received, but she never had one couched in such threatening terms. She thought herself, at that time, the victim of a thousand jealous at- tempts and went about saying that she had a secret enemy who had sworn .to ruin her. She pretended that a wicked plot was being hatched against her, a cabal which would come to a head one of those days ; but she added that she was not the woman to be in- timidated. (To be continued.) o â€" The Next Thing. "I can (in but one thing at a time," deolaj-ed one of the uiest distinguished members of a recent surgical con- gress. The uusuoceesful headmaster of an unsuccessful school once said In a faottMy meeting: "No teacher le good for anything who cannot do sever- al things at once." His own career was that of a eoa^terbraln, and he failed becaura he did not define cer^ tain objectives and go after then In tho spirit of Lord NorthcHlffe's terse counsel: "Concentrate." A fBmou3 steelmaeter, like any one of several noted stateemen, has de- veloped to a high degree the faculty of giving himself to the task before him or the preaon In front of him ae though for that teeming moment no other occupation , no oti.er individual, existed. Said an Ambassador with a heavy charge to keep: "My desk la clear because I cennot work tn any other way. I muat tako up one matter at a time and flulah It My eecretarlea have Inetructlons to carry nothing over till the morrow that can posetbly be done to-day." There lies the eecreK Procrastlna^ tlon deserves the blame for thievery of pur time that the old adage afflxea to it. In Ilardy'fl cosmic drama, "The Oynaets," much Is made of the com- ing of the, first flake of a snowstorm that burled alive ao many of Napol- eon's soldiers. That flriit flake was a trifle. But when many flakes piled up they made an overwhelming drift. That Ifi the way with letters. We de- cide we will defer anrwering our cor- respondence till a more convenient season. Soon the amount of It be- comes a formidable burden. Had we taken bold of the nilsalvea as they came they wouldn't have bothered us much and they would not seem a momimentaJ atrilcilon now. It le thua with every claim of personal, Indus- trial, social or civic ohiigatton. We cannot afford to let our various pre- oocupattons, whatever they may be, gain volume and momentum. Machine Made Matehea. Not until 1840 were matchee auac- fully manufactured by machinery. A NEW NOTE IN THE JUNIOR MODE. The bolero is a general favorite al- ways, but a very special one, when made of blue rep, and showing an I "underblouse of tan crepe de chine. The clever cut of the bolero at th© I front, allows the narrow belt to pass M>eneath it and tie at the centre back. !a boyish collar finishes the neck, and ^ little cuffs the long tight sleeves. 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Enclose 20c in tlamps or coin (coin preferred; wrap j it carefully) for each number, and I address your order to Pattern Dept., ' Wilson Publishing Co., 73 West Ade- laide St., Toronto. Patterns sent by return mail. Have You Tasted "SAUDA'! GREEN TEA TKose wKo have used Japan, Youi&tf Hraon or Gunpowder Tea will appre* ciate the superioritr of this delicious blend, always so pure and rich. Trjr it. Two New WireleM Stations Are Opened. The opening of the wlrelese station at Aklavlk, In the delta of the Ma«- kenele river, on October 7, wa« an- nounced by the North West Territor- ies and Yukon Branch of tbd Departs ment of the Interior. The opening of thl« station, which le the most norths erly In Canada, together with that at Fort Smith which began operations on September 5, marks the completion of the system designed to bo-ing the Mao- lienzle valley, the Yukon, and the Western Arctic coast Into dally touch with civilization. The order of the stations from north to south Is AUa- vlk, Dawson, Mayo, Simpson, Port Smith, and Edmouton. The EJsklmo town of Aklavig la about fifty miles from the Arctic ooean and 150 miles flrom Herschlel' Inland. In the po&t it has taken many months to receive a reply to a leitter written to far northern points, whereas since the opening of the Aklfvak station re- turn messages have been received tn Ottawa within a few hours. The ex- tension of the system to include the stattons of Akiavik and Fort Smith will be a great convenience to the peo- pl6""of the country and of immense as- sistance in admlnIetTa,tion and de- velopment. It Is the intention to es- tablish a substation at Herschel la- land to opeirate during the period of open navigation. Herschel is a port of entry for ships coming by way of Baring etraiit and Alaska, and wlralese oommunloatlon will be of great ae- elsitance to the officials in the collec- tion of customs duties and In othea- ad- ministrative work. Nowadays a man ie never sure o( the right of way. In Hamilton lasti week a woman ran Into an ambulance, breaking the leg of a man who hadf already been seriously Injured in a' previous automobile accident. Every road-hog has his way. Poor Mary. Our Mary in the churchyard lies, , Beneath green trees and sunny skies':! Her Ford refused to climb a pole â€" That's why she's now in euch a hoIeb> The auto horn has now taken the' place of the parlor door bell when hm, calls on her. A Prayer. Liord, not for light In darkneea do w« pray, ^ Not that the veil be lifted from our e^'ee. Not that the Blow asceneion of our day Be otherwise. Not for a fuller knowledge of the end. Whereto we travel, bruised yet un- afraid. Not that the little healing that we lend Shell be repaid. Not these, O Lord. For theefe TLbu has revealed. We know the golden season when to j reap The heavy-frulteid treosniree of the Held, The hour to eJeep. We know the i)a.ths wherein our feet Fhould presBv Across our harts are written Thy de- crees, Yet now, L/ord, be merdful to bleea WHh more than these. a rant us the wlU to fashion ae we feel. Grant t;s the aitrength to labor as we know, Qrant ue tho purpose, .j-lbbed and edged with steel, To strike the blow. • Knowledge we ae<k notâ€" knowledge Thou hast lient, But, Lend, the willâ€" there Ilea our bkter need, Olve us to build above the deep Intent. The deed, the deed. â€" John Drlnkwater. How to Live to be a Hundred. When you turn a corner, slow, downJ Blow your horn. Don't make Gabriel' blow his for you. But, after all, "asleep at the switrfi.'^ at Its worst was not so bad as drunkj at the wheel'. One small Jack can lift a car, but' It takes a lot of Jack to keep It up. My Bonny Jumped ouit, and he left me,- My Bonny lies under the car. Won't eomebody phone to the gairage,' 'Cause It's lonesome up here where I are! The thing needed at grade croa»- Ings is a Ufe-Uke statuo of a speed cop. Terrific Responsibility. Wife â€" "Horace, dai'IIng. drive care-' fully, won't you? Remember, we have*^ FIdo with us." Heâ€" "The last time I kissed you, you gave me a smack on the jaw." Sheâ€" "Well, here's your chance to get even. Give me a smack on the cheek." "Well, sir," said old Ragson Tattena*' "I'm more Impressed that ever by the selfishness of folks with cars." "Are, eh?" returned Windy Wolf. "What d'ye want me to do about It?" "Nothing In the world. I was Just! telling you, that Is all. But a spelli ago I saw a Ford go past entirely i empty except for seven grown folkA, In It and three or four children. MInard's Liniment for stiff muaelaa. Whan h^araa i»a« M|nar<r( Lln|m«i)^ Should Do it Here, Too. Immediately after the war the Brl- ttsih Foi'eaitry CommlBsIon drafted a scheme of refore»lait1on which waa about halt completed with the recent pl&nting of the two hundred millionth tree. The scheme, »pre||d 0Te{ § pe'rlod of ten yeara, provid<M for tlM planting of 4(0,000,000 trees on 250,040 acres, and already entire aeir torMta of 20,000 to 25,000 acres have b*«a created tor the future. Twenty yeara from now these forest* will have changed a large part of the landtcaps of Great Britain. If this Is done In a country which is mainly Industrial, what oaght Can- ada to do? Our foreeta are one of our most valuable reoouroes. Mtlliona of tre«s are cut every year, and for every tree deliberately felled, two are oon- svmied by flra. The ratio of replace- ment la comparatively stnall. We are taking away without puttinc back ; we are spending capital without creatine an adejuata reserve fund. Looking at An Old Book. What I'earnlng aiid skill entered in- to Its production! With what hopfee, or perchance misgivings. Its author or lU editor entrusted his manuscript to the printer! We who live in an age which seems to have adopted for its slogan, "Do it electrically," that Is to say, rapidly, may well pause for a moment and think upon the places and the peoples who three or four hundred years ago, produced those books which all the world today so greatly admires. Paris was Indeed a town, but It waa only a town In 1539 ; and that huge ag- glomeration which naw Is London was then merely a half dozen villages, con- nected together by rotigh roads, tm- paseable In winter, dusty In summer, and always dangerous. What faclli- tles had the printers of those days? From our point of view none. Yet they designed and cast beautiful types whldi are still a delight to the eye, and set them with taste, and printed from them to rude presses In Jert blaok Ink upon paper which yet remains as sound aa when It first came from the , mill. Verily thosJ old printers were j artlsta and craftsmen. 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