The Saint Paul globe. (St. Paul, Minn.) 1896-1905, 1902-08-23
The Mystery Of The Pyramid
! BY KATE MASTERsoN

much-buttoned boy as to the location
of Nine. Follette's apartment.
She was on the seventh floor, and
he was carried up in the elevator. A
neat little maid answered the bell and
ushered him into hallay dim with
draperies and fragrant with something
which the professor classed as in
cense. An aeolian harp changed with
gentle music as the door closed behind
him, and he CROPPED his way through a
bead portiere in some confusion. The
professor was used to oldfashioned
furnishing and was not up to the fiat
idea of decorative art.
A small Japanese poodle came over
the berugged floor suspiciously and
shifted at the professors legs, as
though trying to decide If he would do.
The maid took the card, and a piano
that had been ripping somewhere be-
hind a curtain ceased, and there was
a feminine f1utter and a little gasp. In
| another moment the professor was
| bowling gravely before a young woman,
| gorgeously robed in a gown of lace
and silk and many ribbons. Her red
dish-bronze hair was caught in knot
at the back of her neck, and her fingers
were all a-glitter with rings.
Pardon my costume, 1 beg Of your
she said, in a rich, rather overculti-
waited voice; 81 was just practicing. I
dStlCS CFCAy Ooy LII SA1AOC 4IOOA0.
| have to, you see, in order to keep my
voice in condition"
She smiled most bewitchingly, show
| ing white, gold fecked teeth. The pro-
| fessor was trying to decide which ORR
entail type she favored most. At times
she seemed more Persian than Turk
ish.
''The matter of which you wrote
| me?" he began, politely, seating him
self after she had disposed herself in
the cushions of a divan beside which
a narghill stood on a bow tabouret.
She shuddered and c1asped her
hands 'tragically over her bosom. "Ah,''
she cried, chow horrible, how cruel,
life is sometimesi"
Il was greatly distressed" went on
the professor. st should like to know
if there is anything that 1 can do
to alleviate the conditions-er-er-"
He f1oundered hopelessly. English
was his worst language. Great tears
Welled from the eyes of Nine Toilette.
i. 1T is too horrible" she cried, ''and
II cannot stand it! Mono! 1t will
kill me! go to the theater and I en-
deavor to go through my parts-but
impossible! Before me see-ever-
the poor dog!"
"The dog!" exclaimed the professor,
looking at the poodle, who had es-
conced himself beside her on the divan.
"N-n-n-nn-no! Not my dear
Armande! N-no! 1t is another!"
She shivered and patted the poodle's
head.
"Another dog?" queried the pro-
fessor.
"Ah, yes! A poor dog that lives be-
low! In your house! Do you under
stand? They are torturing it! 1t is
dying by inches! 1t is almost dead
now! l cannot bear to think of it!'
Dreadful! Monstrous!" crcied the
professor.
Each day." she went on, excitedly,
''they take the dog out in the court
yard far below, and a f1end-a boy-a
wretch-a devil-he beats and stamps
upon it!''
She clasped her hands over her eyes
as though to shout out the memory of
the vision. Comet" she said, COM
mandingly; 81 will show it to you! 1t
is about the time!"
She rose and beckoned the professor
through the dim hall into the dining
room. She led him to the window and
pointed far below-to the paved court
yard.
There" she almost sobbed, tit takes
place! l have watched this going on
now for seven days-at least seven
days! 1t has been tortured All
have the artist SOUL cannot breathe
Il cannot sing and see this awful
thing! I send my maid Marie below
to learn why 1t is they do such hor-
rors! But the door is locked-locked
do you understand from be-
| hind it come sounds-ah, it is so sad!"
Each dayl" exclaimed the professor.
Does the dog cry out or bark 2"
"N-n-n-o!" she moaned, piteous-
| ly; cit is so nearly dead that it just
| gasps, and if it cries l cannot hear it.
| But I can See-l can see-yeS-with
| the opera glasses, very plainlyi"