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not surprised when Mr.. Hayward. turn
ling to me CURLY, wished me goodnight.
"You must be tired after all your ad-
ventures he said, with an obvious at
tempt at kindness. Il hope you'll sleep
we'll There is no reason for your barring
your window tonight.
| I'm glad to hear it, returned. "I've
'no desire to repeat my experiences
Il should think not he agreed. follow
ing me to the edge of the porch.
| the house for while in the hope of dis
| covering something. But Mr.. Hayward
burly figure. standing motionless in the
glow Of the livtng-room windows. made
the plan impossible; and I climbed slow
| ly up the path to the hut, and closed the
| door with an ostentatious bang.
The next moment drew 1t quietly open.
The man had gone, but, under the shadow
| OF the veranda roof, dim white form
moved silently. Sylvia had been left on
guard.
Letting the door fall to again I lighted
! the lamp and collected the few things
which l intended to take with me-a can
die. a box OF matches, the two empty re-
volvers and a short iron bar which had
found in my wanderngs; the bundle
/ looked pitifully small as tied it up in
| my handkerchief. But tomorrow. | as
sured myself I would be ashore, where
could either beg or borrow what needed,
and the thought fired me with new cour-
/ age.
I allowed the lamp to burn for some
twenty minutes-ampie time for a leisure
| ly preparation for bed. then, putting 1t
out. J drew up the easy chair before the
threshold and opened the door once more.
/ Sylvia, coming forward to the edge OF the
! veranda, had seated herself on the upper
| step She was still alone, but through
] the open windows behind her there came
! q subdued hum of hustle, broken occa-
| sionally by rising murmur OF voices.
| And now and then the black silhouette OF
one Of the men fitted across the yellow
/ oblongs of light Once Mr.. Hayward ap-
peared in the doorway and spoke to the
girl in a low tone. What she answered
I could not catch, but from her gestures
l ina gfned that ! was the subject OF dis
cussion He went in again. apparently
satisfied. and she returned TIC her silent
watch.
For an hour this strange espionage con-
tnued. Then, with startling sudcenness,
the noises ceased. leaned forward in
the chair, acutefy conscious that some
thing had happened--was happening-and.
straining my eyes into the night, divided
my gaze between the house and the en-
trance to the cave. If a sOrtie was i'll
tended the men must cross my line of
the moments passed and no sign OF life
appeared around the group Of powders.
The lamps In the house still shed their
unbroken radiance across the porch.
Sylvia remained motionless at her post
Puzzled. irritated, with my nerves
strung to pitch of excitement. ! watched
until my eyes ached. Then a clock in the
deserted living room struck eleven, and,
as though the sound were signal, the
girl jumped to her feet and ran into the
house. There was q faint rasping of
bolts as she locked the door behind her,
and, one by one, the lamps went out.
Rising stifny. waited. A Pickering light
appeared behind the lowered shade Of an
upper window. I stole noiselessly over
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the dirigible. both in arctic and temperate
climates. has been the subject of more or
less amused comment throughout this
country for several years. There is little
that Is new I'm his book-form story OF his
own experiences. His work is prepared
in an optimistic spirit. He believes in
the future usefulness OF lighter than air
machines. and ne concludes with an EN-.
phatic statement of his belief that he
knows how to build and equip an aerial
battleship (which shall have at least ar
equal chance in deadly combat with
ten million dollar monster of steel down
in the sea below Nothing is added "a
the record of the Inflated trip of the
dirigible America from Atlantic City last
autumn.
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are shown, covering a period OF about
twenty-five years Of production. Mrs.
Bush-Brown was the daughter OF j. r.
Lesley of Philadelphia, well known as
scientist of special distinction. She
studied first at the Pennsylvania
Academy and then at the Julien Academy
in Paris. Shortly after her return to
America she married Fl. X Bush-Brown,
the sculptor, and with his encourage
ment and counsel she has steadily con-
tinued her work. In the exhibition now
open are shown portraits OF her father
and her husband, the one painted good
many years ago. the latter comparatively
recently. Both are strong characterize
tons. In the place of honor on the semi
circular wall hangs a portrait of Mr.. and
Mrs. Bush-Brown's daughter. young
girl with brown hair and engaging ap-
pearance-who, by the way. is not lit
tie of an artist herself, doing beautiful
work in design. She is pictured in a
blue silk gown seated before gray
screen on which is hung a little picture.
Beside her is tabouret on which is
a vase holding a yellow flower. The pose
is easy and graceful. the figure well
drawn and the expression pleasing. 1t is
all eNCcHcllt IheIeSS anu at tuS SdIu0
time an attractive picture.
On the opposite side of the gallery a
decorative scheme designed by Mrs.
Bush-B Brown for the walls of somewhat
sumptuous drawing room is shown, III
three panels. two long and narrow ex-
planning the whole composition and one
of much larger proportions demonstrate
ing the development Of single section.
The last surmOunts a mantel which was
modelled by Mr.. Bush-Brown and has
haan fpmrRr3rilv This shows
figures to the right and left, the one
reading. the other idling. both purposed
to represent "repose." The over-mantel
panel carries out the same conception.
representing figures resting on the green
sward beneath q tree. 1t is painted in
very delicate tones in rather a high key
and shows decorative composition.
From the minor panels 1t is learned that
progresses, until on the opposite side OF
the room the figures are seen in a joy
Gus dance.
Another scheme for the mural deco
ration of a music room is shown-like-
wise a continuous group of figures. but
in this instance OF children. The mo-
tive in this series of panels Is Gothic
and above the frieZe is LutEer's hymn,
both in words and notes in attractive
combination. Mrs Bush Brown has
some of her smaller portraits show the
result Of her training for this deli
cate and exacting work. Much may be
said in praise Of her little portrait Of
her father and mother-a. pair of ell
J derby lovers-painted with skill and
strong, fine feeling. Her portraits of
Mrs Charles W. Ames Of st. Paul and
of Admiral Taylor also commend
themselves through merit. The story
element In art Mrs. Bush Brown has
found alluring and several OF her
paintings are subject pictures. One.
very early work, illustrates the last
| lines of Abou Ben Adam; another is
i entitled THE Out Patient" and repre-
sents a poor woman and ailing child
waiting admission to clinic; third
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'eYou might ship on vessel"
| Bah! I hat don eet--more times Fan
can remember An what do I get? A
dogs life. dogs wages-wiz a curse an
q ropes end at re finish" He drew my
hands away gently. mo. sieu, eet is
YER good of you. butt stay here
with these cutthroats and robbers?'
I persisted.
''Zey took me in when I was starving y
he said, simply. Il cannot leave zem
now"
"They took me in. too. But that doesn't
prevent me from wishing to get away"
ITO wish is not to win, m'sieu'."
laughed. You're very disheartening.
| Yes. You see, I knew re ozzer man. -
| what other man?'
! "Ze one who tried before you"
did he come back?'
mo, sieu', he could not. He was
drown
Pierre walked slowly over to the door
way and screwed up his eyes at the
weather
IF eet storm tonight msieu' viii be
tnitely. IF Get clear--well. he will be here
jus re same" And with faint smile,
half humorous half sympathetic, he went
off down the struggling path.
The afternoon seemed endless. hun
chair to read, and as often flung aside
the book in disgust and paced restiessly
up and down the floor. Pierre's discour-
Laying remarks had only added to my de-
termination. Where one man had failed
another, better prepared. might easily
succeed. At any rate, the scheme was
worth trying. Again and again. search
ing for any possible weaknesses. ! went
over the details-the journey into the
lcave; the capture OF the boat-a motor,
judged. from my dim remembrance OF
her; the long. blind rush through the
storm. The storm! Was it not on that
albne that my escape depended: With
the waves running high over the mouth
boat out? Or, having worked her out.
could keep her alive in the mountainous
seas?
I varied my weary pacing of the floor
by long, anxious pauses al the Windo".
But 1t was not until the end of the day
that the wind veered suddenly to the
westward. and little notified patches OF
blue began to appear through the break
ling clouds. BY sunset the waves mad
gone down perceptibly. I went off to my
jsupper In high glee.
The meal was q repetition Of its prede-
tcessor-silent at our end OF the table,
lnoisy, almost boisterous at the end where
Bailey ruled. But for all the light chat
tier I was conscious of an irritating sense
LOT mystery-an undercurrent Of excite
tment. for which could not account. Mr.
Hayward and Wadsworth held long.
whispered colloquies; Anderson, like a
watch dog grown vaguely suspicious.
threw somber glances in my direction;
even Pierre's gnarled old face seemed to
light up with an expectant glow.
| MY first thought was that the French
man had betrayed me-that they We're
taking precautions to prevent my escape.
realize that my affairs formed no part Of
the secret. Indeed, my presence seemed
Ito be hindrance to their plans. And -
las we filed into the living room. ! was
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the threshold and struck across the pas
ture toward the cluster of rocks.
The night was clear and starlit A
serene sense Of calmness, very different
from the clash and turmoil OF the after
noon, seemed to hover over the world.
The light breeze. running in whispers
through the shrubs and grasses. blended
with the far-off murmur OF the sea into
one gentle undertone. Of sound. Silence
and the peacefulness of sleep lay upon
the island. but, for me, 1t was the silence
which presages danger. the peacefulness
which suggests a hidden foe. With
stealthy tread picked my way down into
the hollow and climbed the slope beyond
it. and so. growing more cautious as ]
neared my destination, ! gained the en-
trance to the cave without mishap.
Dropping to my knees | listened anx-
iously at the dark opening. The plash-
ing hum of waters rose 10 my ears IN I'M
INTERRUPTED cadence, but the eerie voices
last glance around I crept into the void OF
blackness. and as Went it seemed as
though the night. the earth life itself
had been shut out suddenly behind ME.
/ was in a little. narrow world OF my
own.
For hundred feet or so the passage
ran down steeply. and was so CONSTRUCTED
in places that I was forced to lie fiat
upon my stomach and drag myself along
the ground. Then. gradually, the rough
Walls Ieli AWAY OH either 0lucs 0iu INC
low roof seemed to be lifted from me
rose carefully to my feet and found that
could at last stand upright.
With one hand on the rocks at my left
and the other stretched out before me
now made better progress. And with
each step the soft reverberating echoes
of the sea grew louder, stronger; tine
damp breeze blew against my face with
a fresher touch. L kept on steadily until
the dim half circle of light which marked
the seaward opening appeared through
the veil Of darkness. Then, as the pain
broadened, I sIackened my pace, and,
stealing cautiously into the cave, crept
down q little stony declivity to the waters
edge. .
For a moment I peered anxiously into
the gloom. listening for voices, footsteps
anything which might betoken the pres
ence of an enemy. The incessant splash
and rumble of the waves filled the place,
and the vaulted roof taking up the rhyth-
mic burden. answered in mellow Whts-
pers. But of suspicious sounds there were
none. With sigh Of relief lighted the
flare seemed to intensity the darkness.
caught a wavering glimpse Of glistening
rocks Of high-arched cavern, OF q long.
narrow bay Of water, reaching out its
length to the seward passage. But the
boat was gone!
For an instant l gazed at the empty
stretch with a bitter sense of disappoint-
ment. Then q glostly figure, rising sud-
denly out Of the blackness, hurled itself
upon me. And as I fell to the ground
wild shrek Of terror rang through the
quivering air.
(To be continued tomorrow.)
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house nearby, l drew back hastily and
glanced about me. Except Mr.. Hay
wards dim figure against the northern
skyline, there was no one In sight. ! was
but caution prompted me to wait for dark
ness. And with an assumption OF fnd1f-
ference, which I was far from feeling,
sauntered leisurely toward the hut. TIC
my surprise Pierre met me in the door
way.
II trus' m'sieu Wilt be satisfy"
with what?'
re arrangement. hat done my bes
wiz what ma'n,selle hat give me-"
| Mr.. Hayward's promise crossed my
| Yes. m sieu'." His face beamed with
pride as entered the hut. 'Eet is not
| much, but
Il could want nothing better" broke
In, gazing about In establishment.
| And indeed. 1t seemed as though the
place had been transformed A wash
stand and q dressing table. each with its
full complement Of toilet articles. fianked
the window. A heavy Wilton rug had
been laid upon the rough flooring. and
looked quite respondent beneath its gay
oriental scarf. The easy chair, which
stood invitingly beside 1t. gave the room
! q homehke appearance. The lamp and
the generous pile of magazines and books
had evidently been borrowed from the
Haywards' private store.
! did mademoiselle give you all these
| things?" asked.
yes. M sisu:. Eet was Msieu Hay.
wards orders
"Ah. see! Then, II 1t hadn't been hi.
orders
| II don't know. m'sieu'. Eet was she
who suggested cot first."
| felt rebuf1ed. ''She has been very
generous,' ! said. awkwardly.
| Yes, m'sieu. Some Of re things hat
come from her own ROOM"
! He stated the fact dryly. But his words
gave me q ridiculous sense of satisfaction
In spite OF her GOODNESS the girl could not
be entirely averse to me, or she would moi
have denied herself for the sake Of ms
comfort. wondered whether I had not
misjudged her. and then I remembered
that was on the eve Of my departure
and that she would soon be only an inoi
dent Of the past. There was q sense o.
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regret in the thought, but I steeled my
self against it. Sentiment could have no
place in my life until my name was
cleared.
But M'sieu' Hayward--he was YER anx-
ious Eat you should be suited" Pierre was
saying.
Yes. but that was before he'd I
stopped.
caught me up. Il know eet But surely
Eat make no mattaire.
I'm not SO certain
He studied me with serious eyes. Has
m sieu' done what tot him?"
II told the truth
Zen re bonds
Are not in my possession"
But. m Sieu'-
Not in my possession" 1 repeated.
That's why Mr.. Hayward and I have
fallen out
He looked at me In plying disbelief.
M sieu has been YER foolish
You're right" l laughed. 81 should
have made up some story about their be-
ing hidden ashore"
~Yes, m'sieu','' he assented. solemnly
You would hat los nozzing by eet.''
And now??''
He shrugged his shoulders in ominoui
silence. Still laughing, 1 threw myself
into the easy chair.
'.Eet is not well to joke about eet." he
said. reprovingly. "Ze road of escap' is
not SO easy as eet may SEEM"
The cryptic utterance startled me
What road OF escape?" / demanded
sharply
Il saw m'sieu' stop beside re rocks"
Then you know
9! know Eat m'sieu was hunting flow.
ers." he broke in, quickly, "only flowers "
And then. with a curious sense OF caress
In his voice, IT like n,'sieu' too much to
know anything else"
It was evident that he did not mean ia
l. -
aroused was not easily downed.
Would you stop me?"
From peecking flowers, msieu'? Why
should II"
would you warn the others. then?''
He shook his head. II can be bin
m sieu'-an' silent. too, when eet's need
full"
I looked at him searchingly. Perhaps
you'd be willing to help"
II would like to- he returned, though
with no great aiacrity. What is eet Eat
m'sieu wishes?'
"A few cartridges. I pleaded; lust
enough to fill a revolver
"Ah. no." He drew back hastily. II
could not: Eet Is impossible"
"Why?"
"Eet would be foun' out. An. beside.
Get would be-what YOU call eet-danger-
GUS"
Dangerous? For whom?'
I For my friens. 'sieu'. You forget Re
people here are my frien's.
I rose to my feet and. with my hands
on his shoulders. turned him toward me.
"Why don't you leave them, Pierre?"
Leave zem? Msieu' Hayward an
ma seller" His eyes widened with in
dignant surprise.
"Yes-the whole kit and crew Of them.
Come with me-back to New York. where
| a man can make his way-live an honest
life"
IAN. die Of ennui. Mono. m.ssau'. !
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is called The Little Nurse" and shows
a faithful little sister sitting beside
the bedside of younger brother who
is asleep and by no means in appear
ance alarmingly ill. The last received
medal when shown recently in the
Nashville exposition. Not few of
Mrs. Bush browns portraits have been
pictorial suggestion-for instance, one
of the little son of Mr.. and Mrs. H. Z.
Gasch, who is painted in his colored
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BOOKS RECEIVED.

THE TRAIL OF a TENDERFOOT. ny
Stephen Chalmers. illustrated by VI.
T. Dunn, c. r. Peters and ]. n.
Gleeson. New York: Outing Pub
fishing Company.
A SCIENTIFIC CURRENCY. BY Will
liam Howe Crane. L. Il. New York:
The Broadway Publishing Company.
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ity. Apparently Mrs. Bush-Brown has
instinctively the ability to seize upon
the essentials of likeness, but to this
she has added skill in artistic tran
sription. Her later work is more di-
rect in handling, more subtle and at
the same time no less strong. Witness,
for example. a portrait Of Miss Ellen
Day Hale, the most recent Of her
works and with little question her best
an admirable likeness, and a we'll
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nurses lap. the picture being en-
titled 1.-The Best of Friends" 1t is
interesting to note that though the
earlier works are worthy and full Of
promise, the later ones show gradual
development and an increase of abil-
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painted portrait full OF personality
subtlely interpreted To be able to
study an artists work SO comprehen-
sively is a privilege, and there are few
who will not find the exhibition Of
pleasurable interest. 1t will be open
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A Sure Sign.

From Puck.
rs he a stranger here in New York;"
Must be. He knows every theater,
lobster palace ana gambling joint In
town."
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4 n interesting exhibition Of paint
"a ings by Mrs H. h. Bush-Brown
"a opened in the Hemicycle Hall
of the Corcoran Gallery of Art
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BOOK REVIEWS:

THE GREAT ILLUSION: A Study OF
the Relation Of Military Power In
Nations to Their Economic and So
cial ADVANTAGE. BY Norman Angel.
New York: G. P. Putnams Sons.
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4 PICTURE of the rival arma-
N menting of England and Ger
many presents the great Illusion
whose exposure is the business
OF this brilliant book. Arma-
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TN New York the art season is about at
it's height. The annual exhibition of
the Architectural League of New York
is in progress in the Fine Arts Galleries,
There are special exhibitions at the sew
eral dealers: a collection Of small bronzes
by Prince Paul TrOubetscoi. the brother
of the painter, at the Hispanic Society's
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Carver. W. o. Missions and Modern Thought.
DIS -C256m.
D153m
Grose H. r. Advance in the Antilles. DSaI3-
Ga1.
Jones. ]. p. Modern Missionary Challenge.
DS-J7l6m.
Mott ]. r. The Decisive Hour OF Christian
Missions. DS-MS5td
Strong. ". z. Story Of the American Board.
DIS -StSfs.
Williams ii. r. In -Four Continents: sketch
of the foreign missions OF the Presbyterian
Church L. =. DS-W678i-
World Missionary Conference. Aport 0vs
DS.W&S5.
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Among the following biographies are
several or more than passing interest.
Dreier's Heroes OF Insurgency" is es-
pecially timely and will be read with
much pleasure by admirers OF Senator
La Toilette and his colleagues. A well
written biography of Edison in two vol
umes has also been added. Richard Wat,
SON elders account OF his relations with
Grover Cleveland is written in the au-
thor's delightful style, revealing an un,
familiar phase Of two famous PERSONAL.
ties.
Norwich bulletin. [volume] (Norwich, Conn.) 1895-2011, 1911-06-01
Personals.

P. D. Moreau spent Memorial day
with friends at Crescent Beach.
Winfield ]. Phillips of Chaplin was
in the city ON business Wednesday.
Samuel Esenstein of Jackson street
is in New York on brief business
trip.
Frank Wood of Chapman street has
gone to Rutland, Vt. to work in a
hotel.
Joseph Laszink of Colchester is a
guest of Benjamin Eisenstein of Jack
son street.
Frank Phillips and Arthur Roberts of
Hampton We're Willimantic visitors on
Wednesday.
Mr. and Mrs. Frank Jenny of New
London were recent guests of Mrs.
Frank c. Merrill of Pleasant street.
Mrs Theodore W. Downing of Hart
ford is visiting her parents, Mr.. and
Mrs. w. II. Smith. of Valley street.
Miss Josie Heating of South Man
chester is the guest of her sister, Mrs.
Henry Matthew, of SO Pleasant street.
Mr.. and Mrs. Leander Smith of New
port. r. l.. are visiting Mrs. Smiths
parents, Mr.. and Mrs. S. J. Young, of
Main street.
John, the IL year old son of Mr.. AMI
Norwich bulletin. [volume] (Norwich, Conn.) 1895-2011, 1911-06-01
PAINFUL FINGER NAILS CURED

II have suffered from the same trouble
painful finger naiIsl at different periods %
my life. The first time Of is occurreace.
perhaps twenty-five years ago, after trying
home remedies without getting helped.
asked my doctor to prescribe for ne, but i
was not for year or more that ny nails
and fingers were we'll The Inflammation and
suppuration began at the base Of the finger
nail. Sometimes it was 50 painful mat
had to use poutice 70 induce suppurstlon.
After the plus was discharged the s~ellink
would go down until the next period %
Inflammation. possibly not more than a week
or two afterwards. These frequent fnSam-
nations resulted In the loss of the rail. T
had sometimes as many as three frssrs IN
this state at one time. Perhaps ten years
later. began again TO suffer from the sane
trouble. 1 began TO use CgticuTa Soap ard
Ointment. did not Use the Soap ezciusizeiJs
but rubbed the Cuticura Ointment into tbs
base of the nail every night thoroughly. AMI
as often beside as / could. J had not ueef y
but q few weeks before my nails were better
Therewas no more suppuration. nor inasmns-
ton, the nails grew out clean again. O1s
box Of Cuticura Ointment was al thar i
used" (5igned) Mrs. l. J. Horton. ksto1sh,
N. Y, Apr. 49, 1910. On sept. y. Mr..
Horton wrote: II have had no further fsSGrn
of the trouble with my finger nails"