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w MHR OopyHgfct tyCtortMluftMil (OK' FRANCIS THE PACE AT THE WINDOW. Cynop*'*--Gntham Norcross. railroad manager, and Ma secretary, Jimmy Dodds, are marooned at Sand Creek siding with a young lady? Sheila Ktkcrae, and her small cousin, Maisie Ann. Unseen, they witness a peculiar train holdup. in which a special car Is carried off. Norcross recospiixes the car as that of John Chadwick. financial magnate, whom he was to meet at Portal City tie and Dodds rescue Chadwick. The latter offers Norcross the management of the Pioneer Short Line, which is In the hands of eastern speculators, headed by Breckenridge Dunton, president ot the line. Norcross, learning that Sheila Macrae Is stopping at Portal City, arcepts. Dodds overhears conversation between Rufus Hutch and Gustavo Henckel, Portfti City financiers. In which they admit complicity in Chadwlck's kidnaping, their object being to keep Chadwick from attending a meeting of directors to reorganise the Pioneer Short Line which would Jeopardize their interests. To tnirb the monopoly controlled by Hatch and Henckei, the Red Tower corporation. Norcross forms the Cltijens' Storage and Warehouse company. He begins to manifest a deep Interest In Sheila Macrae Dodds loams that Sheila is married, but living anart from her hupband. Norcross does not khow this. The Boss disappears; renort has it that he has resigned and gone east ^Itnmy turns sleuth, suspects he has beer kidnaped and effects his rescue. Norcross resumes control of the Pioneer Short Line, refusing to give place to D'smuke. whom Dunton has wnt to take charge as general manager. Jlmrnle follows an emissary of the Red Tower people spving on Norcross. to a coal yard, where he overhears a plot to wrerttheBwM on a murder charge. He frustrates It and thereby drives his enemies to more desperate mea«u*»B. CHAPTER IX.--Continued. • * it trfcs up to me to mow Henckei was striking matches and holding them so that Clanahan could jftok under the cars, and 1 could feel, te anticipation, the shock of a bullet Droin the big gun In the dlvekeeper's fat fist as 1 crawled cautiously out •a the far side. Creeping along l>e- -Ikind the string of coal cars I came presently to the great garftry crane t* 1 '* used for unloading the fuel. It was a 1,1 buge traveling machine, straddling the f tracks and a good part of the y»ird, and the clam-shell grab-bucket was : down, resting on its two lips on the ground. At first I thought of climbing to the • ^ frame-work of the crane and trying to : f- |dde on the big bridge beam. Then " 'I saw that the two halves of the clam- ,j- shell bucket were slightly open, just ^ vide enough to let me squeeze in. • Jf they were looking for a full-sized |kian--Tarbell, for Instance, who was • as husky as a farm-hand--they'd never Jthink of that crack in the bucket; and In another second 1 had wrigghnl through the V-shaped opening and was fitting humped up in one of the halves *f the clam-shell. s That was a mighty good guess. When Hatch came back with his gun, they combed that coal yard with a Abe-tooth comb, using a lantern that Batch had gotten from somewhere and fnissing no hole or corner where a man might hide, save and excepting <>nly the one I had pre-empted. >. As it happened, the search wounJ n up finally under the crane, with the jthree standing so near that I could have reached out of the crack between *.'i'the bucket halves and touched them. "Der tuyfel has gone mit himself ofer der fence, yes?" puffed Henckei. jV.'/f-. -And then: "Vot for iss he shoot off dem pistols, ejinahow?" Clanahan confessed, I suppose because he knew be weald have to, Sponer l*ter. "It was a hold-up," he growled. "TIT ^warrant's gone out av my pocket-" Batch's comment on this was fairly •s* blood-curdling in Its profanity. ft"a' " "Then it's up to you to get him some other way, you blundering son of a ~-'"k thief!" ne raged. "I don't care what ii; you do, but if you don't make this •; country too hot to hold him, it's going to get too hot to hold you!" And ,:vwhat more he was going to say. I don't know, for at that moment a be- - :"'f lated police patrol began pounding at 5-'vT , the gates on the town side and wants'^ Ing to know what all the shooting was 1^, about. SiJ*- It was after they had all gone away, mT" leaving the big coal yard in silence * and darkness, that I got mine, good 1 - and hard. Sitting all bunched up In « the grab-bucket and waiting fpr my ' chance to climb out and make a getaway, the common sense reaction candl and saw what I had done. With the & best intentions in the world, in trying '*v • to kill off the chance offered to the enemy by the Oregon warrant and the trumped-up charge of murder. I had merely saved the boss an arrest and a possible legal tangle and had pot. him in peril of his lite. facts, the railroads were really a part of the progress machinery of the country at large and should be regnrded. not as alien tax-collectors, but as contributors to the general prosperity and welfare. By this time, also. Red Tower Consolidated was beginning to find out what It mfcent to have active competition. The C. S. & W. people were hammering their new plants into working shape, and they were getting the patronage, both of the producers and consumers, hand over fist Track facilities and yard service were granted freely; and while no discrimination was permitted as against the Red Tower people, the friendly attitude of the road counted for something, as It was bound to. During those few pre-election weeks the New York end of us seemed to have petered out completely. We heard nothing more from President Dunton, worse than an occasional wire complaint about the number of - wrecks we were having, though the stock was still going down,' point by point, and, so far as a man up a tree could see, we were making no attempt to show net earnings--were turnlhc all our money Into betterments as fast as it came in. I knew that couldn't go on. Without a flurry of some sort, the New Yorkers would never be able to break even, to say nothing of h profit, and 1 looked every day for a howl rhut would tear things straight up the back. While all these threads were weaving along, I'm sorry to say that I hadn't yet drummed up the courage CHAPTER X I Had Butted In With a Telegram. to tell the bdss the truth about Mrs. Sheila. He kept on going to the major's every chance he had, and Maisie Ann was making life miserable for me because I hadn't told him-- calling me a coward and everything upder the sun. I told her to tell him herself, and she retorted that I knew she couldn't: that it was my Job and nobody else's. We fussed over it pi. f The Man at the Window Of course, the first thing I dl<£ the moiming after that adventure in the coal yard, was to tell the boss all about it, and I was just foxy enough to do it when Mr. Ripley was present. Mr. Norcross didn't say much; and, for that matter, neither did the law yer, though he did ask the boss a question or two about the real facts In the Midland right-of-way squabble. But 1 noticed, after that, that cur man Tarbell was continually turning up at all sorts of times, and in all sorts of odd places, so I took it that Ripley had given him his tip, and that he was sort of body-guarding Mr. Norcross on the quiet, though I am '-sure the boss didn't know anything about that part of it--he was such a squafe fighter himself that be probably wouldn't have stood for It if he had. Meanwhile, *h*s grew wanner and warmer in the tussle we were making to pull the old Short Line out of the mud; warmer In a number of ways, because, in addition to the fight for the public confidence, we hegan just then to have a perfect epidemic of wrecks. The boss turned the material trou bte over to Mr. Van Britt and devoted himself pretty strictly to the public side of things. Everywhere, and on every occasion--at dinners at the dlf fetent chambers of commerce, and psblic banquets given to this, that, or the other visiting big-wig--he was always ready to get on his feet and tell the people that the true prosperity of tUte country carried with it the pros- . perity of the railroads; that the two things were one and inseparable; and that, when it came right <k>wft4» fea»J* lot; and because I most always contrived some excuse to chase out to the Kendrtck house at the boss' heels-- merely to help Tarbell keep cases on him--there were plenty of chances for the fussing. It was on one of these chasing trips to "Kenwood" that the roof fell In. The major had gone out somewhere-- to the theater, I guess--taking his wife and Maisie Ann, and the boss and Mrs. Sheila were sitting together in the major's den, with a little coal blaze In the basket grate because the nights were beginning to get i bit chilly. * I had butted In with a telegram-- which might just as well have stood over until the next morning, if you want to know. After I had delivered it, Mrs. Sheila gave me that funny little laugh of hers and told me to go hunt in the pantry and see if I could find a piece of pie, and the bos» added that if I'd wait, he'd go back to town with me -pretty soon. I found the pie, and ate it In the dining-room, , making noise "•enough about it so that they could know was there If they wanted to. But they went right on talking, and paid no attention to me. "Do you know, Sheila,"---they bad long since got past the "Mr." and Mrs."--"you've been the greatest possible help to me in this rough-house, all the way along," the boss was saying. "You have held me up to the tack, time and • again, when I have been ready to throw it all up and lot go. Why have you done It?" I heard the little laugh again, and she said: "It is worth something to have a friend. Odd as It may seem, Graham, I have been singularly pov- . »rty-«trU*«n put, reepert., M. * have wanted to see you succeed. Though you are still calling it merely a .'business deal,' It is really a mission, you know, crammed full of good things to a struggling world. If you do succeed--and I am sure you are going to--you will leave this community, and hundreds of others, vastly the better for what you ate doing and demonstrating." "But that Is a man's point of view " the boss persisted. "How do you get it? You are all woman, you know: and your mixing and mingling--at least, since I have known you--has all been purely social. How do you get £>e big overlook?" I don't know. I was foolish and frivolous once, like most ydting girls, I suppose. But we all grow elder; and we ought to grow wiser. Besides, the woman has the advantage of the man in one respect; she has time to think and plan and reason things out as a busy man can't have. Your problem has seemed very simple to me. from the very beginning. It asked for a strong man and an honest one. You were to take charge of a piece of property that had been abused and knocked about and used aa a means of extortion and oppression, and you were to make It good." "Again, that is a man'4 point of view." "Oh, po," she protested quickly. ""iWre is no sex in ethics. Women are the natural house-cleaners, perhaps, but that isn't saying that a man can't be one, too. If he wnnts to be." At this, the boss got up and began to tramp up and down the room; I could hear him. I knew she'd been having the biggest kind of a job to keep him shut up in this sort of abstract corral, when all the time he was loving her fit to kill, but apparently she had been doing it, successfully. Theri wasn't the faintest breath of sentiment in the air; not the slightest whiff. When she began again, I could somehow feel that she was just in time to prevent his breaking out into all" sorts of love-making. "The time has come, now, Vwhen you must take another leaf out of my book," she said, with just the proper little cooling tang in her voice. "Up to the present you have been hammering your way to the end like a strong man, and that was right. But you have been more or less reckless--and that Isn't right or fair or just to a lot of other people." The tramping stopped and I heard him say: "I don't know what you mean." "I mean that matters have come to such a pass now that you can't afford to tal'e any risks--personal risks. If the plan the enemy is trying doesn't work, it will try another and a more desperate one." "You've been talking to Ripley," he laughed. "Ripley wants me to becdme a gun-toter and provide myself with a body-guard. I'd look well, wouldn't I? But what do ypu mean by the plan the enemy Is now trying'?" She hesitated a little, and then said: "I shall make no charges, because I have no proof. But I read the Newspapers, and Mr. Van Brltt tells me something, now and then. You are having a terrible lot Of wrecks." "That Is merely bad luck," he rejoined easily. "Rashness Is no part of true courage," she* Interpolated, calmly. "As a private Individual you'might say that your life is your own, and that you have a perfect right to risk it as you please. But as the general manager of the railroad, with a lot of your friends holding office under you, yotf can't say that. Besides, you are fight ing for a cause, and that cause will stand or fall with you." "You ought to be a member of this new reform legislature that some of our good friends think is coming up the pike," he chuckled; but she ignored the good-natured gibe and made him listen. ' "I was visiting a day or two- at the capital last week, and there are In' fiuences at work that you don't know about. If the opposition can't make your administration a failure, it won't hesitate to get rid of you in the easiest way that offers." There was silence in the major's den for a minute or so, and then the boss said: As usual, you know more than you are willing to tell me." 'Perhaps not," was the prompt ah' swer. "Perhaps I am only the on looker--who can usually see things rather better than the persons actual ly Involved. Hitherto I have urged you to be bold, and then again to be bold. Now I am begging you to be prudent" "In what way?" "Careful for yourself. For etafllfftef you walked out here this evening don't.do that any more. Come In taxi--and don't come alone." I could see his frown of disagreement, but I knew well enough It was there. "There spoke the woman in you," he said. "If I should show the white feather that way, they'd have some excuse for potting me." There was a silence again, and I got up quietly and crosped the diningroom to the big recessed window where I stood looking out Into the darkness of the tree-shaded lawn. It was pretty evident that Mrs. Sheila knew a heap more than she was telling the boss, Just as he had said, and 1 couldn't help wondering how she came to know ft. What she said about the increased number of wrecks looked like « pointer. Was she In touch with the enemy In some way? Then my mind went back In a flash to what Maisie Ann had told 190. Was the husband who ought to be dead, and wasn't, mixed up In It In any way? Could It be possible that he was one M Vm*,™** were i*» Uw Qfbt iw the ether sUht, Ing in touch Pretty soon! their voices far away from Jhe JMtmboo-screened door that I Cfuiu't hear what they wer^ &ayfag. ® I wtshed they would break it off so the boss could go. It was getting late, and there had been enough said Jo make me wish we were both safely back in the hotel. It's that way sometimes, you know. In spite of all you can do- You heap a talk, and you can't help reading between the lines. I knew, as well a* I knew that I was alive, that Mrs. Sheila meant more than she had said: perhaps more than she had dared to say. It was while I was standing there in the big window thst I saw the man on the lawn. At first I thought it was Tarbell, who was never very far oqt of reach when the boss was running loose. But the next minute I saw I was mistaken. The man under the Saw that He Had a Pistol In HI* Hand. trpes had on a long traveling- coat that came nearly to his heels, and his cap was the kind that has two visors, one in front and the other behind. Realizing that it wasn't Tarbell, I stood perfectly still. The house was lighted with gas, and the dining-room chandelier had been turned down, so there was a chance chat the skulker under,the trees wouldn't sfe me standing in the corner of the box window. To make it surer, f edged away until the curtain hid me. I was Just |n time. The man had crept out of his hidingplace and was coming up to the window on the outside. As he passed through the dim beam of light thrown by the turned-down chandelier, 1 Saw that he had a pistol In his hand, or a weapon of some kind; anyway, I caught the glint of the gas-light on dull steel, That stirred me up good'and plenty, still had the gun 1 had taken out of Fred May's drawer; I had carried It ever since the night when It had mighty nearly got me killed off in the Red Tower coal yard. I fished It out and made ready, thinking, of course, that the skulker must certainly be one of Clanahan's gunmen. I stlfl had that Idea when I felt, rather than saw, that the man was pulling himself up to the window so that he could take a look into the dining room. The look satisfied him, apparently, for the next second I heard him drop among the bushes; and when I stood up and looked out again I could just make him out going around toward the back of the house. I knew the house like a book, and without making any noise about it I 'slipped through the butler's pantry and got a look out of a foar window. My man was there, and he was working his way sort of blindly around to the den side of the place. I knew there was only one window In the major's den room, and that was nearly opposite the screened doorway. So I ducked back into the dining room and took a stand where I could see the one window through the door-curtain net-work of bamboo beads. I was so excited that I caught only snatches of what Mrs. Sheila was saying to the boss, but the bits that I heard were a good' deal to the point "No, I mean it, Graham ... it is as told you at first . . . there Is no standing room for either of us on that ground . . . and you must not come here again when you know that I am alone. . . . No, Jlmmle isn'i dent's nephew doing, prowling around Major Kendrlck's house after eleven o'clock- at night, lugging a pistol and peeking into windows? I could see him quite plainly now. He had both bands on the sill and was trying to puir himself up so that he could see into the end of the room Where the fireplace was*.. , , 1 Just for the tdoment, there wasn't any danger of a blow-up. Unless he should break the glass In the window, he couldn't get a line on either the boss or Mrs. Sheila--if that was what he was aiming to do. All the same, I kfpt him covered with the automatic, steadying it against the doorjamb. While the strain was at its' worst, with the man outside flattening his cheek against the window-pane to get the sldewise slant, I heard the boss get out of his ^hair and say: "I'm keeping you out of bed, as usual; look at that clock! Ill go an<J wake Jlmmle, and we'll vanish." Just as he spoke, two things happened: a taxi chugged up to the gate and stopped, and the man's face disappeared from the window. "I heard a quick padding of feet aa of somebody running, and the next minute came the rattle of, a lafch-key and voices In the hall to tell me that the major and his folks Were getting home. I had barely time to pocket the pistol , and to drop Into a chair where I could pretend to be asleep, when I felt the boss' hand on my shoulder. "Come, Jlmmle,V he said. "It's time we were moving along," and in a minute or two, after he had said goodnight to the-major and Mrs. Kendrick, we got out. At the gate we found the taxi driver doing something to his motor. With the scare from which I was still shaking to make tny legs wobble, I grabbed at the chance which our good angel was apparently holding for us. "Let's ride," I suggested; and when we got into the cab, I saw a man stroll up from the shadow of the sidewalk cottonwoods and say something to the driver; something that got him an invitation to ride to town on the front seat With the cabby when' the car was finally cranked and started. had a sight of our extra fare's face when he climbed up and put his back to us, and I knew it was Tarbell, But Mr. Norcross didn't. When we reached the Bullard the boss went right up to his rooms, but I had a little investigation to make, and I stayed In the lobby to put It over. On the open page of the hotel register. In the group of names written just after the arrival of our train from the West at 7:30,1 found the signature that I was looking for, "Howard Collingwood, N. Y." Putting this and that together, I concluded that our young rounder had come in from the West--which was a bit puzxllng, since it left the inference that he wasn't direct from New York. Waiting for a good chance at the night clerk, I ventured a few questions. They were answered promptly enough. Young Mr. Colllngwood had come in on the 7:30. But he had been in Portal City a week earlier, too, stopping over for a single day. Yes, he was alone, now, but he hadn't been on the other occasion. There was a man with him on the earlier stopover, and he, also, registered from New York. The clerk didn't remem ber the other man's name, but be bbliglngly looked It up for me in the older register. It was Bullock, Henry Bullockt I suppose it was up to me to go to toed. It*was late enough, In all conscience, and nobody knew better than did the early-rising, early-offlceopening habits of Mr. Qraham Norcross, Q. M. Just the same, after had marked that Mr. Collingwood's room-key was still in its box, I went over to a corner of the lobby and sat down, determined to keep' my eyes open, if such a thing were humanly possible, until our rounder should show up- Finally my patience, or whatever you care to call it, was rewarded. Just after the baggage porter had finished sing-songing his call for the night express westbound, my man came in on the run. When he rushed over to the counter and began to talk fast to the night clerk, I wasn't very far behind him. He was telling the clerk to get his grips down from the room, adjectlvely quick. While the boy was gone for register. A half-minute later he was gone. When the taxi purred away I turned to the open register to see what our maniac had been drawing in it. What be had done was completely to obliterate his signature. He had scratched it over until the past master of all the hand-writing experts that ever lived couldn't Jiave told what the name was. It^was while we were eating breakfast the next morning in the Bullard cafe--the boss and "1--that we got our first news of the Petrolite wreck. The story was red-headlined in the Morning Herald--the Hatch-owned paper-- and besides being played up good and strong in the news columns, there was an editorial to back . the front-page scream. At two o'clock in the morning a fast westbound freight had left the track In Petrolite Canyon^ and before thejr could get the flagman out, a delayed eastbound passenger had collided with the ruins. There were no lives l98t, but a number of people, including the englneman, the postal clerks and the baggageman on the passenger, were Injured, The editorial, commenting on the wire stuff, was*sharply critical of the Short Line management. It hinted broadly that there had been no such thing as discipline on the road since Mr. Shaffer had left It; that the rank and file was running things pretty much as it pleased; and with this there was a dig at general managers who let old and time-tried department heads go to make room for their rich and Incompetent college friends-- which was meant to be a slap at Mr. Van Britt, our own and only millionaire. Unhappily, this fault-finding had a good bit to build on, in one way. Aa I have said, we were having operating troubles te beat the band. With the rank and file apparently doing ItB level best to help out in .the new public-be-pleased" program, it seemed as if we couldn't worry through a single week without smashing some* thing. Latterly, even the newspapers that were friendly to the Norcross management were beginning to comment on the epidemic of disasters, and nothing in the world but the boss' policy of taking all the editors into his confidence when they wanted t<T investigate kept the rising storm of criticism somewhere within bounds. Mr. Norcross had read the paper before he handed it over to me, and afterward he hurried his breakfast a little. When "he reached the office, Mr. Van Brltt was waiting for the chief. - "We've got it in the neck once more," he gritted, flashing up his own copy of the Herald. "Dicl you read that editorial?" Never mind the newspaper talk. How bad is. the trouble this time?" "Pretty bad. The freight is practically a total loss; a good half of it Is in the river. Klrgan styrs he can pick the freight engine up and rebuild it; but the passenger machine is a wreck." "How did it happen?" "It's like a good many, ot the Others. Nobody seems to know. Brockman put the freight engine crew on the rack, and they say there was a small boulder on the track--that It rolled down the canyon slope Just ahead of them as they were turning a curve. They struck It, and both men say that* the engine knocked it' off into the river, apparently without hurting anything. But two seconds later the entire train left the track and piled up all over the right-of-way." The boss was sitting back in his chair and making little rings oh the desk blotter with the point of his letter-opener. "Upton, these knock-outs have got to be stopped." Seventeiii-Year-Oltf Girl it Strantfno WWow of m DiSPUTE OVER- ESTATE Wemail, Missing for Several Weeks, Found in Pond With Rope Tight- ^ About Her Neck---«||-# 0! rat* Leads to, Arrest. t(few York.--Accused of murdertng her stepmother in a dispute over th<| division of her father's estate, Mrs.; Carolina Verderosa, a seventeen-yearold girl, and her husband, Lutiano* Verde rosa, a Wllliamsburgh contractor, were held without bail. The arrests were made within a few ,!, hours of the time when the body odC the stepmother, Mrs. Catherine Trotta, was found in Cooper's pond, in the Greenpoint section of Brooklyn, witk; . |* a rope tightened about the neck. Had Been Missing a Month. , 1 * Mrs. Trotta had been missing since | she left her home in Brooklyn some -1- weeks ago to do some marketing and f to attend to some matters connected with the settlement of ber husband's' estate. When she did not return vi son-in-law reported her disappearance to the police and a search was started. The police learned that Mrs. Trotta" had gone from her home to the North, Side Savings bank in Wllliamsburgh,.. where she drew out $400. From therqt^ she went to a pawnbroker's SO take out of "pawn some jewelry valued at $1,000, which had belonged to her hus. band. It was her Intention, it is be* lieved, to sell the jewelry and divide, ^ the proceeds among those who wer« to share in her husband's estate. Qarrote Leads to Arrest Mfa. Trotta, It was found, had the ^ Jewelry with her when she went to j a meat market to make a purchase* Soon after that she was reported as entering the Yerderosa home in Wil* Uamsburgh. When Mrs. Trotta's body was foon<l la Cooper's pond the police discarded • the theory lot robbery. Her handbag^ . W~<CL * * (TO BE CONTINUED.) enough! I wrenched the half-working earsense aside and jammed It into my eyes, concentrating hard on the win dow at which I expected every second to see a man's face. If the man was a murderer, 1 thought I could beat him to It. The suspense didn't last very long. A hand came up first to push the window vines aside. It was a white hand, long and slender, more like a woman's than a man's. Then against the glass I saw the face, and it gave me such a turn that I thought I must be going batty. Instead of the ugly mug of one of Clanahan's gunmen, the haggard face framed In the window sas~h was a face that I had seen once--and only once-- before; on a certain Sunday night In the Bullard when the loose-lippetf mouth belonging to It had been babbling drunken curses at the night clerk. The man at the window was the dissipated young rounder who had been pointed out as the nephew of President Dunton. - t : # V CHAPTER The Name on the Register go long ss I wks holding on to the notion that the man outside was one of Clanahan's thugs, hanging around to do the boss a mischief, 1 thought 1 knew pretty well what I should do when It came to the pinch. Would I really have hauled off and shot a man, in cold blood? That's a tough question. <but I guess maybe 1 could have screwed myself up to the sticking point, as. the fellow says, with a Mure-enough gunman 011 the other side ^ . t. ii.il.irirtiiT liAat* ll#A mt VtlPM "Did You Read That Editorial!" - the grips, my nan made a straight snoot for the bar, and when I next got a sight of him--from behind one of the big onyx-plated pillars of the bar-room colonnade--he was pouring neat liquor down his throat as If it were water and be on fire Inside. That was about all there was to It. By the time Colllngwood got back to the clerk's counter, the boy was down with tht bags. Colllngwood looked up sort of nervously at the big clock, and hia bill. And whlle^ the clerk DUSKY WORKER OF MIRACLES Negro 8alnt, Forbidden to Exai^Ja* PoWer, Put White 3lshop In Something of a Hole. Long ago when Peru was a jewel in th| Spanish crown, there lived in that country, a negro of such remarkable sanctity that his miracles rivaled those of the best white saints of his time. Fearing for the supremacy of his race, the Spanish bishop took the precaution of forbidding this dark-skinned Saint to give any further exhibitions of his power, an order which was accepted with the humility that marks the real saint of every age, land or color. Now, the Spaniards built a cathedral In Lima, afid during the building of It a workmen fell from the topmost scaffolding before the horrified eyes of the holy negro. "It was a fearful dilemma. A second's delay and the man would be dashed to pieces. "Stop 1" he shouted; and leaving the workman hanging In midair be sought out the bishop and explained the situation. If the bishop did not want a poor son of Ham to perform miracles, would he prefer to come and do the Job himself? The bishop wisely chose to allow his black sheep to return to the cathedral and "carry on"; the workman fell up again gently to his scaffolding, and the work of building went hnpp'lj on. --New York Times. ': ^ • Eyebrows Tell a Story. An Indian doctor has been making a study of the eyebrow, and fie found that in dementia praecox there are nearly always short, bushy hairs nearly meeting In the space between the eyebrows and a noticeable thin nlng toward the external side. In epileptic women the eyebrow Is made up of two portions; the Inside Is In the form of s comma, of which the tail enters In the two branches of the external portion In the form of a T. In epileptic men one often sees large tufted, heavily haired eyebrows, united at the median Hue. In maniac depressive cases the absence of the out* of the eyebrow Is commoa. The Body Was Found In Cooper's Pond. which had contained the redeemed Jewelry, was missing, but there were five f ings on the fingers and about $15 in c&sh in a pocket, which, the police believed, robbers would not have overlooked. The evidence which led to the arrest of the Verderosas was the cord about Mrs. Trotta's neck, with which, in the belief of Dr. Carl Pottiger, Brooklyn medical examiner, the murder was accompished. ft was a short piece of sash rope, apparently recently cut. In their search of the Verderosa apartment, after the body was found, the police found a quantity of similar cord. SHE LIVES IN HIDDEN ROOM Weman Rents Whole House to Tenant, But Continues to Oceupy Part of It Secretly. Philadelphia.--Occupancy of • secret room In a building which she had leased In Its entirety to Mrs. Bertha M. Nelson of Philadelphia, during the full peroid of the lease, resulted In a decision by Judge Repetto, In Atlantic City, N. J, that' Mrs. K. Louise BaVrett must pay the sum of $400 aa a fair rental for the room. Discovery of the strange abode of the owner" of the house did ndt occur until several months after the lease had been executed and po^soeilon . taken by the tenant. Mrs. Barrett had built a room adjoining the porch and access to It was made by a secret stairway. The room was entirely shut off from the rest of the house. Attempts to dispossess the owner failed and finally salt was Instituted for rental. Mrs. Nelson rented the premises for the sum of 12,500. Bey Hanged Self Prom Garret Rafters. Hartford, Conn.--The body of Thomas Hepburn, fifteen-year-old son of Dr. and Mrs. Thomas N. Hepburn, was found by his thirteen-year-old sister hanging from the rafters of his garret room in New York city. The two wire visiting Miss Mltr a friend of the family. Kllla Wolf aa It Leaps Ftoea. Marinette, Wis.*-While piloting Bill Ounsworth and several other Menominee hunters through the woods near Cedar river, Instructing them In the deer hunting game, Anton Kuse killed one of the biggest timber wolves ever bagged in the county. Hie wptt jumping a high fence and Tony caught him on the "wing" as he. was going over. While no deer was seen, the hunt was profitable for Kuse, aa the bounty on a wolf Is $35, In addition """ ' i » . ; *, • ; •' j. -;:u ' s •. * • , . .v ^ ^ .J