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a head Of Bismarck by no less a master
than Lenbach-a superb character study
Bismarck in the Helmet" it is called. 1t
is the original sketch from which many
now famous portraits were painted. and,
though slight, is spontaneous and SPLEEN
didly strong. Below this hangs a little
Rico, blue and sparkling, a nice color spot
and an interesting contrast in style. A
painting by Richards has the distinction
of centering this group. 1t is picture OF
sea and rocks. gravely painted, but with
out sentiment nor that sincerity which
carries conviction. Above this hangs a
scene full of rich, dull color, and exceed
ngly decorative in effect, while to the left
hangs a landscape by Bruce Crane.a
sunset-less subtly rendered than are MS
canvaseS today, but toneful and ex-
tremely pleasing.
In this same room, amply lighted and
well disposed, are a number of smaller
pictures, little gems which one comes
across almost as it were by chance ana
with invariable delight There is, for in
in it's few square inches all the charac-
teristics of this great Barbizon painter s
ma Masterpieces and their loneliness as well ;
and besides this a Rosa Bonheur-a pic
ture of three little donkeys in an open
field wonderfully painted; Mauve and
a ]. Francis Murphy, as well as Dupre
and Bellecour.
In the hall hangs an excellent portrait
Dy MISS Julet thompson, DIS wei DIS
some interesting small water colors and
oil paintings. And in the dining room
are found a large and effective landscape
by Max Weyl, 1.-THE Potomac Marshes,
landscapes by two foreign artists, one
pupil of Harpigny's, and two old por-
traits, one of which of lady with beau
tiful brown eyes and hair is especially
notable and attractive.
An out-oftown artist, who recently
had the privilege of seeing Mr.. Glover S
collection spoke with enthusiasm of the
setting which the pictures were given,
referring to the house itself as little
Versailles" And 1t is true that the art
that gives distinction to that old world
palace is here manifested AS was re-
Gently pointed out by a writer in Buffalo.
the wealth OF the private citizens in art
is to an extent the wealth of the city;
for though private collections are in no
wise public property, they are almost
Invariably by loan or otherwise shared
not little with the public.
IN Monday the exhibition of paintings
~ by Gardner Symons, which was
scheduled for last week and postponed,
will open in the Corcoran Gallery of Art.
Four large canVases center the four
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~ NEWS AND NOTES OF ART AND ARTISTS. II

stitute, Edward d. Libbey. president OF
the Toledo Art Museum, ana III; Haney
director of art in the high schools o. 9,
New York. The afternoon session WI WI.
housing problem, etc. That same aiter-
noon a conference will be held on art mu-
seums, methods and improved public serv,
ice. The. following day the business s9e WI nr
the Freer collection a representative POT
ton of which will then be on view. the
National Gallery collections Will be IN.
spected and an excursion made to MOUNT
Vernon. The sessions OF this convention
are open to the public.
Il
the regular meeting OF the wash
"A ington Society of the Fine Arts next
Wednesday evening, at the Playhouse,
Miss Winifred Holt of New York will de-
liver an address on The Art OF the
Blind" But for what has been accom-
plished by the associations for the Dino
and the work that has been actually done
by blind craftsmen this would seem alto
gether an anomaly. Blind workers In
Boston today are weaving beautiful rugs
curtains and other textiles, in some in
stances even inventing patterns. MISS
Holt will tell chiefly OF what Is peihe
done in New York under the auspices OF
the Association for tho Blind, of which
she is the secretary.
4
nut Of town there are in progress at
~ present some specially interesting
events. The National Academy OF De-
signs annual exhibition is open in the Fine
Arts Galleries, New York. In the Public
Library at Newark, N. j., q notable exhi-
bition of German applied art is being
held under the auspices Of the Newark
Museum Association. This exhibition
was assembled in Germany and Will make
a circuit of the principal American mu-
seums At the Art Museum, Boston, an
exhibition of the native arts OF Boston
foreign population is being held, the
exhibits being loaned by the humble
foreign residents, who are thus being at
tracted to the museum. where lee,
lures on art are being given in several
languages. The exhibits comprising
brass and copper utensils. textiles and
jewelry are said to be exceptionally inter.
esting. In Pittsburgh an exhibition OF
American applied and industrial arts Is
being held in the Carnegie Institute un.
der the direction Of the Art Society, and
in Philadelphia the Pennsylvania Acad-
emy's exhibition is still open.
LEILA MECH1IN.
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case was too large and too serious to be
allowed to depend on .surmises so lapie
to be mistaken. No, would search FOL
real evidence, human testimony. reliable
witnesses, and SO thorough. systematic
and persevering should my search be
that / would finally meet with success:
Here's the clue" said Parmalee's voice
as he grasped my arm and turned me III
another direction.
He pointed to a glitterfng arucie on the
large desk
1t was a woman's purse, or bag, of the
sort known as gold MESH" Perhaps siH
inches square, it bulged as il overcro"d
ed with some feminine paraphernalia-
Its Miss Lloyds,'' went on Parmaiee
"She lives here, you know-Mr. CraW'
ford's niece. She's lived here for years
and years.
And you suspect herr" said, Mortified
WELL you see. she's engaged to Gregory
Hall-hes Mr.. Crawford's secretary-anc
Mr.. Crawford didn't approve Of thu
match; and So
He shrugged his shoulders in careles:
fashion, as if for woman, to shoot hel
| uncle were an everyday affair.
But was shocked and incredulous, ane
| said So
Where is Miss Lloyd?" / asked. docs
she claim ownership of this gold bag
mo, of course not" returned Parma
lee. She's no fool, Florence Lloyd isn't
She's locked in her room and won't come
| maid says this isn't Miss Lioyd's bag
| but. of course. she'd say that"
We'll, that question ought to be easily
settled. What's in the bag?'
Look for yourself. Monroe and l rar
| through the stuff, but there's nothing tt
| say for sure whose bag it is.
l opened the pretty bauble and let thu
contents fall out on the desk.
A crumpled handkerchief, pair O
white kid gloves, a little trinket known
as a vanity case containing a tin,
| mirror and a timer powder puff; couple
of small hair pins, a newspaper clipping
and few silver coins were all that re
warded my trouble.
| Nothing definite, indeed, and yet l knew
| If Fleming Stone could look at the little
heap of feminine belongings. he would a.
| once tell the fair owners age, height anG
weight. IL not her name and address.
| l had only recently assured myself tina
such deductions were of little or no use
and yet l could not help infinitely exam
lining the pretty trifies lying on the desk
| l scrutiniZed the handkerchief for a mono
gram or an initial, but it had none. Il
was dainty. plain and fine. Of sheer linen
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locked it with the key already in the key

locked it with the key already in the key
hole.
This key was one Of several on a key
ring, and. taking it from its place. l
dropped the whole bunch in my pocket.
This action at once put me in my right
full place. The two men watching me I'M
consciously assumed more deferent1ai
air, and, though they said nothing. l
could see that their respect for my au-
thority had increased.
Strangely enough, after this episode a
new confidence in my own powers took
possession Of me, and, shaking on the
apathy that had come over me at sight
Of that dread figure in the chair, set
methOdically to work to examine the
room.
OF course I noted the position of the
furniture, the state Of the window fasten-
ings and such things In few moments.
The many filing cabinets and indexed
boxes glanced at and locked those that
had keys or fastenings.
The inspector sat with folded hands
watching me with interest. but said moth
ing. Parmalee. on the other hand. kept
up running conversation, sometimes re-
returning to the subject of Miss Lloyd.
II can see,'' he said, that you nat
| urally dislike to suspect q woman. and
young woman, too. But you don't know
Miss Lloyd. She is naughty and willful
And as told you. nobody has mentioned
her yet in this connection. But am speak
ing to you alone, and have no reason
to mince matters. And you know Flor
ence Lloyd is not of the Crawford stock.
The Crawfords are a fine old family.
and not one Of them could be capable OF
| crime But Miss Lloyd is on the other
| side Of the house, a niece Of Mrs. Craw-
| ford, and I've heard that the Lloyd stOch
| is not all that could be desired. There is
a great deal in heredtty, and she may moi
| be responsible
1 paid little attention to Parmalee's talk
| which was thrown at me In jerky, des-
ultory sentences, and interested me no,
at all. l went on with my work OF In
| vestigation, and though l did not get
square inch Of the carpet with lens. yet
I thoroughly examined all Of the contents
| of the room. / regret to say however,
| that 1 found nothing that seemed to be a
clue to the murderer.
Stepping out on the veranda, l looked
for footprints. The light snow usually
so helpful to a detective, had not fallen.
as it was April and rather warm for the
season. But l found many heel marks,
apparently OF mems boots: yet they were
] don't think much of footprint clues.
anyhow.
| Then 1 examined the carpet, or. rather.
the several rugs which Ornamented the
beautiful polished floor.
l found nothing but two petals Of q
| pale yellow rose. They were crumpled.
but not dry or withered. and could not
have been long detached from the blossom
on which they grew.
Parmalee CHANGED to have his back to-
ward me as l spied them, and l picked
them up and put them away in my pocket
| book without his knowledge. II the stolid
inspector saw me, he made no sign. In
deed, l think he would have said nothing
il had carried off the big desk itself. l
looked round the room for bouquet or
vase of flowers from which. the petals
might have fallen, but none was there.
This far had progressed when heard
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walls. each one Of which gives a broad
sweeping view of winter. country. Mr.
Symons is the third painter Of winter
pictures who has exhibited here this
season First came Mr.. Schofield and
then Mr.. Young. both painting In mucn
the same locality and yet each very dit
ferent in style. Mr.. Symons is again
individualistic. He. too; is reahst;;
art, using a broad brush and allowing
his paint to flow freely, but his compost
tons are more simplified than either MI.
Schofields or Mr.. Young's and his planes
are more definitely defined. There Is a
little of the poster element in some OF
his work. but this is not to say that It Is
in anywise lacking in veraclty. HIS
landscapes pattern themselves, as II
feeling not only of mass but OF line.
Technically there is a good deal OF dit
ference between his canvases shown IN
this exhibition, some-an autumn land-
and broadly painted, and others-a snow
covered mountain road leading into the
woods for example-being finely finished.
Mr. Symons is best known for ms
winter pictures, his paintings OF lana-
scape partly covered by snow or in the
brown vesture Of late autumn; some OF
the most impressive works shown in TINS
exhibition are, however, pictures or the
rocks and the sea, painted, II We are not
mistaken, on the New England coast
and also on the coast of California. It
may be that We are weary OF winter and
that for this reason the summer sea and
sun-steeped rocks have particular allure
ment but even so, had Mr.. Symons In
terpreted these themes with less skill
their appeal would have been negligible.
There is one canvas especially to which
attention should be called-a view of the
sea lying beyond a bold, rocky headland.
The treatment of the rocks, the color
and quality of the sea and the relation
of both sea and rocks to the sky are all
admirable. Rarely indeed has this sub
ject been so we'll rendered.
Mr.. Symons is what is known as
painters painter. His work finds favor
with his colleagues, artist juries award
him prizes and fellow-painters speak
with enthusiasm of his work. But what
is little unusual, the public is. 1t
would seem, no less appreciative. In an
exhibition recently held in Chicago al
most half the pictures shown were sold.
This IS very substantial test of appre-
citation, for it betokens desire for pos
session coupled with real admiration.
In the catalogue of an exhibition of
paintings by Mr.. Symons, held at the
Pratt Institute, Brooklyn. in January,
the following interesting estimate of the
character and value of his art Is given:
THE work of Gardner Symons Is typi-
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CHAPTER II.-Continued.

1t was a beautiful apartment far too
rich and elaborate to be designated by
the name of OFFICE" as it was called by
every one who spoke of it; though, OF
course, It was Mr.. Crawford's office. as
was shown by the immense table-desk of
dark mahogany, and all the other para
phernalia Of a bankers workroom. from
ticker to typewriter.
But the decorations Of walls and ceilings,
the stained glass of the windows, the pic
lures. rugs and vases, all betokened lux
urious tastes that are rarely INDUCED in
office furnishings The room was flooded
with sunlight Long French windows gave
access to a side veranda, which. in turn,
led down to a beautiful terrace and for
NAL garden. But all these things were
seen only in q hurried glance. and then
my eyes fell on the tragic figure in the
desk chair.
The body had not been moved. and
would not be until after the jury had seen
it, and though a CHASTITY sight, because
of a bullet hole in the left temple, other
wise 1t looked much as Mr.. Crawford
must have looked in life.
handsome man, Of large physique
and strong, stern face. he must have
been surprised and killed instantly; for
surely, given the chance. he would have
| lacked neither courage nor strength to
grappie with an assailant.
l felt q deep impulse of sympathy for
that splendid specimen of humanity taken
| unawares. without having been given a
moment in which to fght for his life, and
yet presumably seeing his murderer, as
he seemed to have been shot directly from
the front.
AS / looked at that noble face serene
and dignified in it's death pallor. felt
glad that my profession was such as
| might lead to the ayenging OF such a de-
testable crime.
And suddenly had a revulsion Of feel
| ing against such petty methods as deduc-
/ tons from trihing clues.
| Moreover. l remembered my totally mis-.
| taken deductions of that very morning
Let other detectives learn the truth by
such claptrap means IL they choose. This
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tentatiously made notes in g. small russia
leather memorandum book.

tentatiousIy made notes in q small russia
leather memorandum book.
He spoke often to the coroner, saying
things which seemed to me impertnent,
such as. Have you noticed the biotter,
Mr.. Coroner? Very often, you know,
much may be learned from the blotter on
a mans desk"
AS the large blotter in question was by
no means fresh, indeed was thickly COW
cred with ink impressions, and as there
was nothing to indicate that Mr.. Craw-
ford had been engaged in writing fmme-
diately before hts death. Mr.. Orville's sug-
gestion was somewhat irrelevant. And,
too, the jurors were not detectives seek
ing clues, but were now merely learning
the known facts.
However, Mr. Orvflle fused around.
even looking into the waste basket and
turning up a corner OF q large rug, as II
ferreting for evidence.
The others exhibited no such minute
curiosity, and after q few moments. they
followed the coroner out Of the room.
Then the doctor and his assistants came
to take the body away, and l went in
search Of Coroner Monroe, eager for fur
Their information concerning the case, OF
which I really, as yet. knew but little.
Parmalee went with me, and We found
Mr.. Monroe in the library. quite ready to
talk with us.
Go be continued tomorrow)
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CHAPTER III.
The Coroner's Jury.

1t was just az the men came in at the
door that I CHANGED to notice newspa-
per that lay on q small table. 1 picked
it up with an apparent air OF careless
ness, and, watching my chance, unob-
served by Parmalee, put the paper away
in a drawer, which 1 locked.
The six men, whom Coroner Monroe
named over to me. by way OF a brief in
PRODUCTION, stepped silently as they filed
past the body of their late friend and
neighbor.
For the jurymen had been gathered has
tily from among the citizens OF West
as 1t was after IL o'clock, they were. for
the most part men Of leisure and occu-
pants Of the handsome homes In the VI
entity.
Probably none Of them had ever before
been called to act on coroners jury,
and all seemed impressed with the awful
ness Of the crime, as well as imbued with
a personal sense OF sorrow.
Two Of the jurors had been mentioned
to me by name, by the coachman who
Hamilton and Lemuel Porter were near
by neighbors Of the murdered man, and,
judged from their remarks, were rather
better acquainted with him than were the
others.
Mr.. Hamilton was of the short, stout,
bald-headed type. sometimes called alder
manic. 1t was plainly to be seen that his
was q 5ocund nature. and the awe which
he felt in this dreadful presence of death,
though clearly shown on his rubicund
face, was evidently q rare emotion with
him. He glanced round the room as II
expecting to see everything there ma
terially changed, and though he looked
toward the figure Of Mr. Crawford now
and then. it was with difficulty, and he
averted his eyes as quickly as possible.
He was distinctly nervous, and though he
listened to the remarks OF Coroner Mon
roe and the other jurors, he seemed i'm
patient to get away.
Mr.. Porter, in appearance, was almost
the exact reverse of Mr.. Hamilton. He
was a middle-aged man with the IRON
gray hair and piercing dark eyes that go
to make up what is perhaps the hand
soonest type Of Americans. He was tall
man. strong. lean and sinewy. with a
bearing of dignity and decision. Both
of aff1uence, and, as near neighbors and
intimate friends of the dead man. they
seemed to prefer to stand together and
little apart from the rest.
Three more of the jurors seemed to me
not especially noticeable in any way. They
looked as one would expect property own
ers in West Sedgwick to look. They lis
tened attentively to what Mr.. Monroe
said, asked few or no questions, and
seemed appalled, at the unusual task they
had before them.
Only one juror impressed me unpleas-
antly. That was Mr.. Orville, youngish
man. who seemed rather elated at the po-
sition in which he found himself. He fin
gered nearly everything on the desk: he
peered carefully into the face of the VIC
tim Of the crime, and he somewhat os-
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witch devastated by the black plague
Murgh moves somberly through the tale,
appearing in prologue. again through
the speech Of an ancient warrior monk.
next at Venice. where he brings the black
plague in a galley, and then at Avig-
non and finally at Dunwich. There is no
lack of thrilling adventure and an at
mosphere OF mystery and supernaturalism
an earlier period The tale grips the in
terest at the outset and holds 1t firmly to
the conclusion.
Harold Bindloss, author of Winston
of the Prairie" etc. New York:
Frederick A. Stokes Company.
Another story of lusty youth set in the
stirring and robust pioneer life Of the
west stands here to the account of Mr..
Bindloss, who. like Kipling In India, is
coming to stand exclusively for a parttcu-
lar region. Beside the stir Of camp and
the favors Of the great west, good love
story serves not only to magnify the
hero to the best of heroic molds. but also
to lead the reader along the most pleas
ant paths Of human experience. How
ever, love is not the forte OF Mr.. Bind
loss. One feels. while enjoying its vaga-
rious moods, that it is only sop to the
universal human demand. and that. left
to himself, Mr.. Bindloss would eschew
it for the sake Of the more robust and
strenuous ardors Of plain pioneer life. A
good story.
CONQUESTS OF SCIENCE-MOVING
PICTURES How They Are Made
and Worked. BY Frederick A. Tai
bot, author Of 1.-The Railway Con-
quest of the World ETC. Illustrat-
ed Philadelphia: J, B. Lippincott
Company.
So large a part is played in the enter
tainanent and instruction of the public
nowadays by the medium Of motion pic
lures that it Is gratifying to find the new
science adequately treated in volume.
Mr.. Talbot has handled his subject prf-
marily for the information Of the layman.
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say what one will about general prin-
ciples and inclusive views, the average
man has no more than one point Of view,
with only fumbling notion of principles
of any sort. The best point Of this study
is that it has practical and disable func-
ton This is scholar talking, and talk
ing along the line of everyday affairs. 1t
is hopeful and inspiring phenomenon.
THE PAPACY AND MODERN TIMES:
Political Sketch, 13O3-1S7O. BY
William Barry, DID,. author of THE
Papal Monarchy" etc. The Home
Knowledge. New York: Henry Holt
& Co.
1.-THE papacy was for hundreds Of years
suzerain over kings. and the holy Roman
empire was it's armed defender. It is
now the head Of a worldwide voluntary
association which yields no sword but
it's faith, and which owes nothing to
secular government This volume,
dramatic in vision and eloquent in por-
travail. sets the historic stages OF this
transformation from enforced submission
to the Church of Rome to an ardent
voluntary support in the present. The
brilliant story is only another record of
the impulse of every living thing to shape
itself to the most favoring conditions of
Its environment. in order that 1t may
continue to exist. Sensitiveness to sur
roundings, readiness of adaptation, meas
ures the vigor of the organism. By this
law the Romish Church stands as a
giant Of native strength, as triumph
Of spiritual growth.
THE WAR GOD: Tragedy I'm Five
ACTS. BY Israel Zangwill, author of
Children of the Ghetto" etc. New
York: The Macmillan Company.
One does not at all know whether this
tragedy by Zangwill would act or not.
So many variable elements come into
an estimate Of this sort-the public, the
sight and sound of the play In its literary
and dramatic aspect, society in it's spe-
cial mood. politics in its Sunday, or Mon
day, dress, and what not. 1t seems in
view of one or more of these points, that