The Green Forest tribune., 1909-10-22
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 By MARY PAXTON
By MARY PAXTON
Copyright, by Daily Story Pub. Co.)

T see," said the detective. Tt is outrageous
 Ford Harvey mopped his brow in relief and a folded paper fell from his handkerchief. The detective smoothed it out
 q presume this is the lady?' he asked.
 "Yes," said Ford Harvey very seri- ously
 Let me ask you some questions" said the detective. Are you married to Mrs Harvey?"
 Harvey winked. "She is using my name."
 Had the woman of the portrait any relatives?"
 q really don't think she ever spoke of any" said Harvey.
 That makes it more difficult You are not Spiritualist?"
 T should say not" denied Harvey scornfully.
 From what you tell me, can offer you two suggestions as to a possible solution. Either Mrs. Harvey is for some reason annoying you in this way, or there is a psychical agent. Accept either solution that you think best"
 Harvey looked wild Perhaps it is as you say. I shall watch Avis; and you, too, keep an eye on her."
 The rest of the voyage was not agreeable for Ford Harvey or the blond woman. As soon as she was able to go on deck he neglected her. though always he watched her, and this made her uneasy. She did not seem able to grasp the situation. She laughed louder, did her Lair more elaborately, and put more rouge on her face. One day he caught her staring intently at one of the increas- ing deluge of pictures. They had got ten on her nerves, too, besides ma king her jealous of the dead girl There was sharp quarrel, in which the woman was violent and their ways parted. For a time the pictures stopped and his eyes looked less like a hunted rabbits.
 In Paris they began again. Every mail brought him postcards which were copies of her picture. He fled terrlhed, the pictures pursuing him all over Europe. In the heart of the Black Forest woman suddenly crossed the road He thought her strangely like Lisa. In the most ob- scure inns he stopped Lisa's face was at the top of menu cards In Rome he met Perreau again. Together they visited cathedrals. Beggars offered to sell him Lisa's pictures. Cigarette vendors sold him boxes from which she smiled. He was no longer his old complacent self, and his hair was quite white now. When she looked down at him pityingly from wayside shrine one afternoon he was almost at bay
 He sailed for America On the boat home he kept to his cabin, and with Perreau poured over volumes of ori- ental mysticism. With a medium on board he arranged a seance. The cabin was darkened and the medium bound. Harvey lay like a dead man. The words came muttered and then the message rang out:
 Your suffering is not greater than mine. Go to North mountain, October 21, and my last word shall be spoken"
 The man drew long breath and the medium left in dazed condition.
 One beautiful afternoon in October some tourists on the road below watched lonely traveller wind his dizzy way around the mountain pass far above them.
 When he achieved the summit he felt exultant. He lay there and waited for what he had come this long tired way. The little clouds that were capering about him and below meant nothing to him. The serene blue of the sky was lost to him and he did not even look into the hay peaks off beyond.
 While he was on the mountain top he prayed. "All powerful" he said, T have been wicked. I have laughed. But l laugh no more'
 Then he buried his head in his arms and cried. When he looked up there was faint glow over the farthest peak where the sun had set. And the night was near. He sat and Wearily waited for the darkness to come. but the terror of his last days had van- ished. He was unafraid.
 Then from out of the blackness. across the chasm flashed out in fire Lisa's piteous, pitiful face The mans white face was transfigured.
 Lisa, beautiful soul," he cried and fell across the rocks.
 Patton Ware had listened to Per. reau's story and they had been silent long time.
 Are you satisfied?" Perreau asked.
 We've failed, hideously failed" broke out Ware. Why, man, we've saved his soul"
 That" said Andre Perreau calmly. twas what Lisa expected us to do."
 All He Knew.
 w. D. Mahon of the Amalgamated Association of Street Railway en- ployes, desired to instance, in his of- flee in this city, the necessity for in- telligence in all railway work.
 "A friend of mine." he said, tray cling in India, saw native tester, at Marwar Junction, passing from car riage to carriage in the usual man.