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t. i b UNDER_A CLOUD. A. THRILLING TALE OF HUMAN LIFE. night. In heaven’s name what is itâ€"the police on the scent 2" "Would that they were waiting to take him all this moment, man,” whispered Stratton. “leyra and her father are here.” “You're mad.” “Yes. But they are above. "Theyâ€"the newcomers just arrived ‘2” “Yes. I thought I saw Guest and Edie to-night in the darkness. I was going to tell you, but I felt ashamed, thinking you would say what you did just now. But I have met Guest since,and spoken with him. Five minutes ago I heard Sir Mark speak- ing.” "Great again. CHAPTER. LI. AND ALL IN VAIN. Guest stood looking at his friend for a few moments, half astonished, half-an; noyed. “ Look here," he said at last, can’t talk freely in this place. Come out and have a cigar on the sands." Then, stopping short by the ebbing sea, he drew out his cigar case and offered it; but it was waved aside. “Quite right," said Guest shortly: “we can’t smoke now. Look here, old fellow, Isliouldn’t be your friend if I did not speak out when you were in the wrong. You must have known we were coming here, and you must see now that you have done as Isaid, a cruel thing in coming: so give me your word as a man of honor that you will be ready to start with me in the morning first thing." "I tell you I did not know they were coming here,” said Stratton in a deep, solemn tone; “I tellyou I did not follow you, and I-tell you that I cannot leave here with you in the morning." “Then how in the world did you come ‘lwe in the house Heavens l” “Then we have brought him here to place wife and husband face to face I” “Yes,” said Stratton lioarsely. “What is to be done 2" “You must rouse him quietly, and steal out with him. Bring him along under the cliff close up to the inn. While you are getting him there I “ill go and hire a cart by some means to take us to the next place ; failing that, I’ll arrange With some fishermen to run us along the coast in their boat to St. Male. “You understand ‘3" “Yes,” said Brettison. “I understand, but it is impossible.” “Perhaps; but this is the time to per- form impossibllities. It must be done i” “I tell you it is impossible said Brettisou gasped Brettisou here 2” slowly. “At the first attempt to rouse .“I don’t know. would “Bosh ! Who believes in fate? Don’t Wm Obsunfile Mid enragei He 13 188N835. as I told you. I should have to awaken the people here for I could not force him to leave by the window, and this would pre- cipitate the discovery, perhaps bring Sir Mark and your friend Guest down from the place above." . “I tell you it must be done,” said Strat- ton, but with less conviction. 1) talk nonsense, -man. I am horribly sorry for you, as sorry as I can be for a man who is my friend, but who has never trusted or confided in me; but I stand now toward the admiral and Myra in such a posttion that I cannot keep aloof and see them insulted â€"-Well, I will not say thatâ€"see their feelings hurt by the reckless conduct of a man who is in the wrong.” “ In the wrong ?” said Stratton involun- “You know it cannot be, said Brettison firmly. "I am certain that he would have one of his fits. then.” “I do,” whispered Stratton ; “and the What’s that 2” Think of the consequences thoughts are maddening. “Speak lower. It was Barron moving in his room. Look here ; there need be no discovery if we are 0301 and cautious. It is absurd to attempt anything now. \Vait till the morning. Let him get up at his usual time. He will be quiet and manageable then. I will keep him in,and wait till the Jerrolds are gone outâ€"they are sure to go â€"â€"inost likely to sea for a sailâ€"and then join you at the inn, where you can have a carriage or boat waiting. 'I‘hen we'must eseape just as we stand ; our luggage could be fetched another time. to take him for a drive.” Stratton was silent. “It is the any way, I’m sure,’fwliispered Brett-ison. “Yes,” said Stratton, with a sigh. “I am afraid you are right.” “Iain siiie I am.” tarily. ~ “ Yes, in the wrong. You have wronged Myra.” Stratton sighed. “And made her the wreck she is. I don’t say you could have .made things better by speaking outâ€"that is your secret â€"but I do say you could make matters better by keeping away.” “ Yes, I must go away as soon as pos- sible." ‘ ” You will, then '2" email Guest eagerly. " In the morning ‘2” fl " No : yes, if I can get away. “ That’s quibbling, man ; an excuse to get near and see her,” cried Guest angrily. . ‘ “I swear it is not,” cried Stratton. ‘5 You will not believe me even after seeine‘ your letterâ€"which I had forgottenâ€"was \Ve can be going mmpeued " “Yes,” said Stratton. “Hist! is that . . ' ' I”! “1 cm”, MM. I WISh to gamma“ I he'I‘Aolxluléill’ligltfllglu his sleep But you are could.” _ A . sure there is no doubt ‘2” “Doubt, man '1 No. Yes. it must be as you say ; but, mind, I shall be a prisoner at the inn. 1 cannot stir out. You must give the warning when you will come.” “And you him.” “Oh, we must risk all that,” said Stratâ€" ton more loudly. “Our only course is at all risks to get him rigntaway.” “Hush! Bu silent. Now go. ‘ Strutton hesitated as he heard a low muttering again in the new room; but Bret- tison pressed his hand and thrust him away. “Go,” he said, and softly closed the window, while Strutton moved away with a strange foreboding of coming peril. “ Never mind. Ican say no more.” “ You mean that you will say no more,” said Guest shortly. " I mean what I said,” replied Siratton. “Very well. You must take your road; I must take mine." , Stratton was silent, and Guest turned short round on his heel, took a couple of steps away, but turned back. . ’ “ Mal, old chap, you make me Wild,’ 'he cried, holding out his hand. "I know it’s hard to bearâ€"l know how you loved her, but sacrifice self for your honor’s sake ; be There, I’ll walk You’ll come?" must. not speak or notice a man, and come away. with you to the post town. “ I cannot yet.” ' u “'liy 2'" “ It is better that I should not tell you,” replied Stratton firmly. “ Will you trust me ‘3" ” Will you confide in me, and tell me all your reasons for this strange conduct ‘3" “ Some day ; not now." ” You will not trustmc, and you ask me to trust you. It can't be done, man ; you ask too much. Once more, are we to be friends 3” CHAPTER LII. THE UCLMINATIUN or Dlisl‘AIR. Stratton went to his room, put out his light, and threw open the easement to sit and listen to the wash of the coming tide. To sleep was impossible. He did not even think of lying down, but sat there I suppose it was fate." him there would be a scene. He ,, Yes." waiting for the first streaks of day with ” Thea you win 80 Tu the face of Myra always before him. ,, Yes... “and [sit here, he cried, and started “ At once I" from his seat, “when she is there yonder “No,” l waiting for me. A word would rouse her “ Bah !" ejaculated Guest angrily, and I from her sleep. if She does sleep. She may he turned and strode away. ‘ be sitting at her window even now, wake. " He must think itâ€"he must think it,” I fill Mid “'rt‘lk‘lleil “8 I. and ready to trust muttered Stration as he hurried on, now ' “)0. lode! me lead her. far away from all stumbling over a piece oirock, now slipping “"3 misery “ml “film”. Haven never on some heap of weed left by the iide. COHb‘l "101m “8 L0 Stiller as We do. It is a He was about to tiy olfto the right when natural prompting. She must be waiting all at once he heard voices above his head i lufme D°‘\'-' _ to the left, and. listening intently, he made i For hope CM"? With tlif? approach of out the deep tones of the admiral, and an ili‘l'a and When t“- lm‘“ the limb pale dawn answer came in Guest‘s familiar voice. appeared “l the cast. and by degrees there “ Is be telling him that I am here ?"l was a delicious opulescenttint on the waves, thought, Stratum, No, for there was a; where 'u soft breeze was slowly waiting pleasant little langhâ€"Edie's. any .me RUSK. H was a calm, grave, But the next who spouo was the admiral, “1“‘18l3‘lul "Hm. “WW” ‘0 me day’s task: and his words came distinctly to where' , who went forth with the knowledge that with every nerve strained, Stratton stood l Elle People 0’ the "l" were “ready stirring. rooted to the sands. inr as he stepped out a casement was “ Well, I'm sorry,” said Sir Mark, but we've plenty of time. We'll have u sail another day. and a wander about the sands to-morrow. I’ll charter a host at St. Male, and make her come round. Now, my dears. in with you: it’s getting late.” “ .\Iy dears !" Then Mvra was there all the time above where he stood: The cottage must be close at hand, and in a few moments be We: opposite the door of the long, low habitation on its little . ' . shelf of the cliff. to be adiiysupern ; loc-k at the light on the Brawn“, had muted: gud 31mm,“ hes. i waterlikothe silvershceii upon a mackerel, itaied, feeling that he must defer hzs ‘0 Pm“ ll" wordsâ€"bu“ 3”“ him“ went communication till the morning. out lnjfl nlfilit. _ “fl WONG not A: an hmrda such a critical puma“ tinie‘ironi inc. fishing. ‘ p mth be ended, and he tapped gently m, “but wastnere no'one else ? Brettisou‘s casement. "50‘ a 501“. "WUSLBUF- “ by, there was “Who is there 2” a great noblemanâ€"an old sea admiralâ€" lllA‘n‘lou." English, at the little chateau who had The fastening grated, and the Window cent only last night, .wanting a boat to or“ thrown open. end Wth the beautiful ladies he had “What. is it 3" whispered Brettison: "are - brought: 00° 0’ Who?“ “'55 3 "may Old you ill ?" iiiaii,..:se, at least, with hair gray ; but no, "ms :31“: M ha". “'8 mm: bg op; a, he could not have a boat for any money. on“... -\\.hy could not ' monsieur take" his sick Hist : speak lower ! there is only the "'“f‘ld ’0' ‘_l““-‘““l“l I0'78 an" 3 closed door between my room and his,” :‘C‘Lm‘? J‘lmPtd.M “If, 1’”?qu whispered Brettisun, “and he is restless to- I“ i "'3‘ “Uu‘d ‘1‘" be “"‘L the crisiomary hon jour. her his rcqiiirciiientsâ€"a sailing boat and men to take him and his friends for a good long cruise. “Ali, yrs l”sai-l the landlady ; “of course, and monsieur would pay them well"â€"and at another time there Were Jacques, and return in l opened, and the landlady greeted him with b’rll" b03k directly. Stratton returned the greeting, and told over- “Then Guillaum should have the horse and chaise ready at any time monsieur chose to name." After a time Stratton was summoned to breakfast and, after swallowmg a little bread and coffee hastily, he returned to his room when the landlady appeared to say that a boy was there to deliver a message to him alone, and upon going out a heavy I.“ heard him move ““(1 mutter. looking peasant announced that he was to go on to the cottage. Stratton caught up his hat and started, full of anxiety. But he felt the next moment that it was fully to bring a wheeled vehicle down upon that heavy sand, and keeping a sharp lookout for those he Wished to avoid, and taking advantage of every sheltering rock, he at length reached the co'ttage, at whose door he was met by the fisherman. “ Where is my friend 1” said Stratton sharply. 11‘; In his chamber, monsieur, exceedingly i . ’ Strattou hurried in, to find Brettison in bed looking pinched of cheek, his eyes sunken and blue beneath the lids, and perfectly insensible. “ What does this mean?" cried Strat- ton. “ We did not hear the gentleman moving this morning, but my husband heard him stirring in the night», air; oh, yes: and when I went to call him he answered so strangely that I entered and gave a cry, for he looked as if he was going to the death, monsieur. ' “I wanted to send for you, but- he for- bade me. He said he would be better soon. and I made him tea, and gave liim some cognac, and he grew better, then worse, then better again. It is something bad with his throat, monsieur. Look, it isâ€" all worse, quite blue.” Stratton gazed at the livid marks in horror. “ Where is Mr. Cousin, our invalid 2" he said, beginning to tremble now. “ Oh, he, monsieur, he insisted it on going out on the sands with his attendant Margot.” “ Which way?" gasped Stratton. “ Yonder, monsieur,” said the woman, pointing to the southeast. “ Here, get cognac ; bathe his face," panted Stratton, hall Wild now with horror “ and send someone for the nearest doctor. Quick. I shall be back soon â€"if I live,” he muttered as he rushed ofi‘ through the deep, loose sand to find and bring back theircharge before he encountered the Jer- rolds on the beach. ‘ His toil had been in vain, and a jealous, maddening pang shot through him. There, some forty yards away, sat Barâ€" ron upon aliuge bowdler, his back propped against a rock. and his attendant knitting a short distance back, while Miss Jerrold sat on the sands reading beneath a great sunshade. 'l‘he admiral was smokin his cigar, looking down at Barron; Edie and Guest were together ; and Myra, pale, gentle, and with a smile upon her lip, was offering the invalid a bunch of grapes, which he was gently taking from her hand. “ The past continued,” said Stratton to himself; “ futureâ€"well, he is her hus- band, after all. Great Heavens, am I really mad, or is all this a waking dream?” He staggered back and nearly fell, so terrible was the rush of horror through his brain, but hecould not draw away his eyes, and he saw that Barron was speaking and holding out his handâ€"that Myra responded by laying hers within his palm, and the fingers closed upon itâ€"fingers that not many hours back must have held Brettison’s throat in a deadly grip CHAPTER LIII. JULES is FROM HOME. “ And that is the woman who told me that she loved me 2” said Stratton. IL was the thought of Hrettison that saved him just as the blood was rushing to his head and a stroke was iinmlnent. He had left his friend apparently dying, and had rushed off to save Myra. “While I was wanted there," he mutter- ed in a weak, piteous way. “Ali, it has all been a dream, and now I am awake. Poor Brettison, my best friend after all.” For a few moments the blood flushed to his temples in his resentment against Myra, and then against Guest. “Another slave to a woman's charms l” he said, with a bitter laugh. “Poor old Percy ! how can I blame him after what 1 have done myself for a weak, contemptible woman’s sake ‘2" He Stopped short, grinding his teeth together in resentment against himself. “It is not true,” he cried ; “it is not true. She could not help herself. They havo driven her to it, or clseâ€"-â€"-No, no, I cannot think. ” ’ He moved on toward the cottage. thread- ing his Way more by instinct than eight among the rocks, but only to stop short again. horrified by the thought that now assailed him. His old friend’s eyes were opened, and he looked wildly at Stratton as he entered, and feebly raised one hand. “ Dale l” he whispered as he clung to Strattou. “ Hush !don’t talk." ” I~must," he said feebly. “ Mind that he does not leave the place. To-night you must get help and take him away.” “I am right, thenâ€"he did attack you ‘3” “ Yes, not long after you had gone. I was asleep, when I was awakened With a atarmii nking you had returned, but I was He had me by the .\Ia'c‘olm, lad, I thought it was all I struggled, but he was too strong. I remembered thinking of your words, and then all was blank till I saw a light in the room, and found these people attending me. I had awakened them with my groans. They do not grasp the truth. Don’t tell them. Let them think itis an affection of throat. Jean. and Andre, and many more who the throat, but we must never trust him would have been so gladâ€"for it was going flgfllu-" “There will be no need," said Stratton bitterly. "What do you mean '3” “He has gone.” "You have let him escape? No; you have handed him over to the police. Oh, my dear boy, yeti shouldn’t have done that. The man is mad." “I told you I should not do so," said Stratton coldly. "You are wrong." "But you stand there. Good Heavens, man! Those two may meet. Don’t mind me. I am better now. Go at once.” “No, I shall not leave you until you are fit to move.” “II. is not an illness but an injury, which will soon pass off. Go at once. Man, do you not see that he may find her, after all." I. l ! “ He has found her," said Stratton slowly,and speaking in astrangely mechan- ical way, “ \Vhat l" ' “ Or they have found him." And he told the old man all he had seen. Brettison heard him to the end, and then faintly, but with conviction in his tones, he cried: “ Impossible ! It cannot be true.” Stratton looked at him wistfully, and shook his head. “ No he said drawing a deep breath ; “ it cannot be true. " Brett-ison, whose breathing was painful. lay back watching his companion with dilated eyes, and then turned to the “0-- man who had drawn back from the bed and waited while her visitor talked to his friend. “ Madame,” he said in French, “ M. Cousins ?" She turned from the window where she _ had been watching. “Out on the sands, monsieur," she said in a startled way. "My good man says he is sitting with the new company who have come since yesterday to the house above.” “\Vhere is your l-usband ?” “Out, sir. He~ he was obliged to go to the ville. ” “And still it is impossible,” said Stratton slowly as he looked appealiugly in the old man's eyes. “It cannot be true. Brettison, tell me that my mind is wandering ; all this is more that I can bear.” “ Shall I wait, monsieur 2” asked the woman, who was trembling visibly. “No, I am better now,” said Brettison. “Leave me with my friend"â€"and as soon as they were alone â€"“I shall not want a doctor now. There is some mystery here, Malcolm, lad, far more than we know.” ' “Thank God i" said Strattou. “St-rattan,” cried the old man fiercely, "is it a time to give up weakly like that 2” The stricken man started to his feet, and threw back his head asif his friend’s words had suddenly galvanized him into life and action. “That man is not to be trusted for an hour. You know it, and yet you stand there leaving her in his hands. Even if it were possible that her father has condoned the past, he does not know what is familiar to us. But he has not. Boy, I tell you there is some mistake." “What shall I do ?” hoarsely. “Go tell them at once. attack upon me.” “They have forgotten the past, and will say it is the invention of a jealous enemy. ” “Then I will go myself,” cried the old man ; and, feeble though he was, he insist- ed upon dressing for his self-imposed task. “They will believe me,” he said ; “and though I can hardly think there is danger to anyone but us, whom Barron seems in- stinctively to associate with his injury, Sir Mark must know the facts.” “Yes,” said Stratton gravely ; “he must know. I will go with you now. He can- not doubt you.” ' The old man tottered a little, but his strong will supplied the strength, and, taking his stick, they moved toward the door. “ We have done wrong, Stratton,” he- said ; “the man should have been denounc- ed. I oughtto have acted more wisely, but at first my only thought was to save you from the consequences of your misfor- tune, and keep all I knew from ever reach- ing Myra’s ears. Our sin has found us out and there is nothing for it but to make a clean breast now.” Stratton hesitated for a few moments. “You are too feeble,” he said. “Oh, yes," cried the woman, who came forward. “Monsieur is too ill to go out. It is horrible that he should be so bad at our poor house.” “You say your husband is out ‘2” “Oh, yes, monsieur. I begged him not to go, but he said that he must go.” "Not to fetch a doctor?” “Nâ€"no, monsieur,” faltered the woman hysterically. “It is not my fault,monsicur; I begged him not to goâ€"andâ€"O Ciel i that it should have happened.” “No one blames you, my good woman,” said Stratton as she burst into a hysterical fit of sobbing, while Brettison looked at her strangely. “If he had been here he could have helped my friend down to the sands.” “And monsieur will forgive us,”sobbed the woman : “we are poor, honest people, and it is so terrible for your good friend to be like that." “ Quick l” said Brettison. “ I am strong enough. Let’s get it over before something happens. ” Be clung to Stratton’s arm, and, support- ing himself with his stick, he made a brave effort, and, gaining strength out in the soft sea air, he walked slowly but pretty firmly along by the foot of the cliff. “ If Jules would only return,” sobbed the woman hysterically. “ Oh, that such a misfortune should come upon our home! Poor gentleman l and he bears it like a lamb.’ 9'" (To BE CONTINUED.) said Stratton Tell them of his Making Himself Agreeable. The happy father was exhibiting his firstcborn to a friend possessing piscatorial proclivities. How much does it Weigh? inquired the victim, after desperately casting about for something more complimentary to as . Seven pounds and two ounces, replied the happy father. Dressedâ€"erâ€"I mean stripped? asked the friend anxioule- Of course, the surprised father answero ed we.ell began the friend, doubtfully, that isn’t very much for a baby, is it? Butâ€"er _..erâ€", brightening up, it would be a good deal for a trout. Positively Impressed. Heâ€"And so you saw Niagara Falls in their winter glory? How grand, how awful, how sublime is the picture? The swiftly flowing river, the great ice cakes tossing about like so many devoted craft, the terrible plunge, the churning waters, the rush, the roar, theâ€" Sheâ€"Yes, it was awfully cute. No Light on the Matter. As to the cause of this phenomenon, said the man in the moon during the total ‘ eclipse, I am entirely in the dar . BE IT IS unsung ‘NORTHERN SIBERIA IS THE COLD. EST SPOT ON EARTH. ‘ Weather That Makes a (‘anndlnn "Intel , seem Like a Southern Springâ€"Ground Freuu For-trun- Feet Deepâ€" Lakes Solid to Bottom Naiurslly With the arrival of spring the thoughtful mind recurs to the rigors of the I, winter. Captam Temski, a member of the Russiautopographical corps, says the little settlement of Nova Jarosluw is in tho icentru of the most frigid section of the ! earth. The town is situated on the River l Kalaliuska, a tributary of the Lens. I As early as the middle of September the l Kalakinska River begins to run with drift 3 ice, formed in the icy uplands that border ; the river system of the Lena in the east, land about the end of October no skater l need entertain a doubt about the solidity . lof the ice fields. A chain of lakes, son e twenty miles north of the Kalalkinska, freezes to the bottom about that time. Swarms of gray crows, as hardy as polar petrels, can be seen flocking off to their southern winter quarters. In the wooded valleys of the Altair Range these birds will i sport about gieir roosting trees in a tem- perature of 30 degrees below zero, as noisy as Spanish jackdaws, and apparently as happy, but the zephyrs of Nova Jaroslaw are too much for them. During the last week in October Captain Temski’s cook had to draw his water supply from an ice hole more than six feet deep,aud a chicken that made its escape from the basement of the house and insisted on passing the night in a cedar thicket was found dead the next I IT WAS BRACING \VEA'I‘IIRR. In 1893 Temski and a party of gold. seekers, exploring the Kalakiuska Valley, discovered a bed of coalâ€"a sort of liguite, inferior to bituminous coal, but cropping out so abundantly that the quantity can be made to compensate the grade of the quality. \Vith this coal and aliberal ad- mixture of resinous wood the captain’s servants kept up two roaring fires, one in the open fireplace and the other in a big coal stove, placed near the centre of the room, which at the same time served as a kitchen and a dormitory. \Vhen the storm got more than usually severe heavy woolen .blankets were hung up before the Wind- side windows and along the most exposod walls, though the logs used in the con- struction of the building were about a foot , in diameter and covered with overlapping Iboards. Rugs were spread on the floor, and the door of the room was rarely opened before the porch doors had been carefully ‘ closed. A double-coiled log cabin is really much warmer than a brick house, yet In spite of the massive architecture and all I the above-named precautions water would freeze in the neighborhood of the Window, while the stove (only three steps away) was red hot and the chimney fire in full blaze. In the coolest corner of the 18 by 20 room the thermometer often registered ‘20 degrees below freezing, i. 0., 12 above zero, when the dinner was getting ready and the big stove vibrating like a superheated boil- er. Vinegar, mustard, milk and tea could epreserved for weeks together in the form of ice chips of various colors. Glass ink- stands burst, and writing would have been next to impossible if the captain had not had a large assortment of lead pencils and of heavy paper that could be warmed near the stove to lessen the discomfort of bring- ing the hand in contact with a smooth, ice- cold surface. _ ' On the 22nd day of December a blinding blizzard set in, obliterating roads and ra- vines, but during the third night the sky cleared under the influence of an intense frost, and on the morning before Christmas the thermometers registered 75 degrees be- low zero. “ I had a fur mantle lined with soft flannel,” says Captain Temski, “and wide enough to go over two ordinary great coats. Into that triple stratum of dry goods I could retire as into a warm bed, but on the morning of Dec. ‘24 it barely kept me from shivering while I was crouching under a stack of blankets near enough our large stove to make the wool smoke." IT BECAME BALMY. In the afternoon the thermometer rose to v 68 degrees (below zero), but a slight breeze l having sprung up the air felt colder than during the dead calm of the icy morning. Owing to a slight change in the direction of the wind the next night was a little less murderously cold, but the frost had pene- trated the building, and the next morning Captain Temski found that his whiskers had frozen to the sleeve of the overcoat that served him as a pillow. About an hour before noon two Yakoots, the hardy abori- gines of that ueighborhood,arrived with an assortment of “Christmas presents," or rather articles for barter, since they were somewhat fastidious in the selection of counter presents. They had come three English miles afoot, from the neighborhood of the coal mines, and chatted as pleasantly as if they had just enjoyed a Thanksgiving ramble in the bracing air of a November morning, “Foreign travelers," says the captain, "have often admired the stoicism of these savages, who keep their temper in an ice storm that makes a Cossack exhaust his vocabularyofblasphemies; but the truth seems to be that they do not feel frost as severely as strangers do ; their nerves are blunt, in every sense of the word, and the onlyeflect of protracted exposure is to make them a little more lazy than usual." Captain Temski,however,admite that the short, warm summer thaws only about 20 inches of the surface soil in the vicinity of Nova Jarcslaw, the clay below remaining as frostorigid as ever the year round to something like the depth abovensmed (forty to fifty feet). Seeing In the Dark. Tommy. Yes, cats can see in the dark, and so can Ethel; 'cause when Mr. Wright walked into the parlor when she was sittin' all alone in the dark, I heard her say to , him, “Why, Arthur, you didn’t get shaved 5 today." 1..