, 1910-06-02

Eyes, I Must See Him at Ones"
~psycnuIosy opens up 10 the fawyet
is well-nigh boundless. Don't you use
the Bertillon system to measure the
body? Don't you rely on thumb prints
70 identity the hand? How do you
know that we psychologists are not
able to-day to test the individual diff
ferences of mem"
In a word" laughed the Judge.
you mean that any one trained to
read my mind can tell just what's
passing in my brain?"
Precisely" replied the doctor with
a smile the psychologist can tell with
almost mathematical accuracy Just
how you mental mechanism is work
ing. | admit 1t sounds uncanny. but
it can be proved. In fact, it has beer
proved, time and time again"
Alicia came up and took the doc
tors arm.
"Oh, DIR. Bernstein she protested,
Il can't allow the Judge to monopolize
you in this way. Come with me. |
want to introduce you to a most
charming woman who is dying to
meet you. She is perfectly crazy on
psychology"
Don't introduce me to her"
laughed the judge. Il see enough
crazy people in the law courts"
Or. Bernstein smiled and followed
his hostess. Judge Brewster turned
20 chat with the banker. From the dis
tant music room came the sound OF
a piano and a beautiful soprano voice.
The rooms were now crowded and
con were arriving each min
ute Servants passed in and out serv-
'ng iced delicacies and champagne.
suddenly the butler entered the
salon and, quietly approaching Alicia,
handed her a letter. In a low tone
he said:
This letter has just come, MN.
The messenger said it was very i'm
portant and I should deliver it at
once"
Alicia turned pale. She instantly
recognized the handwriting. 1t was
from Robert Underwood. Was not her
last message enough? How dare he
address her again and at such a time?
Retiring to an inner room, she tore
open the envelope and read as follows:
Dear Mrs. Jeffries This is the last
time | shall ever bore you witt my let
ters. You have forbidden me to see you
again. Practically you have sentenced
me 10 a living death, but as 1 prefer
death shall not he partial, but full and
complete oblivion. | take this means of
letting you know that unless you revoke
your cruel sentence Of Punishment, l
shar make an end of II all. l shall be
found dead, Monday morning. and you
will know who is responsible.
Yours devotedly.
ROBERT UNDERWOOD.
An angry exclamation escaped
Alicia's lips, and crushing the tote up
in her hand. she bit her lips till the
blood came. 1t was just as she feared.
The man was desperate. He was not
to be got rid of so easily. How dare
be--how dare he? The coward-to
think that she could be frightened by
such a threat. What did she ARE if
he killed himself? 1t would be good
radiance. Yet suppose he was in
earnest, suppose ne did carry out his
threat? There would be a terrible
scandal, an investigation, people
would talk, her name would be men
tlOleu. O-up-lnd must De pre-
vented at all costs.
Distracted, not knowing what course
to pursue, she paced the floor of the
room. Through the closed door she
could hear the music and the chatter
Of her guests. She must go to see
I aderwood at one that was certain,
aud her visit must be a secret one.
there was already enough talk.
Z her enemies could hear of her vis-
iting him alone in his apartments that
would be the end.
"Yes-I must see him at once. To
morrow is Sunday. He's sure to be
home in the evening. He mentions
Monday morning. There will still be
time. I'll go and see him tomorrow"
Alicia Alicia!"
The door opened and Mr.. Jeffries
put his head in.
What are you doing here, my
dear?" he asked. II vas looking
everywhere for you. Judge Brewster
wishes to say goodnight"
II was fixing my hair, that's ALL
replied Alicia with perfect compos-
ure.