Norwich bulletin., 1914-10-29

something, and my eyes followed his. Apparently one Of the wax figures sat with its back to Us, on carved teak wood dfvan near @ wall Tn a diniy lighted distant corner. Something drew us nearer. From under a dainty lace breakfast cap adorned with blue ribbons, light ringlets curled: the body was covered with g loose-fitting dark raglan, under which an embroidered blue kimono showed.
 What 8 strange place; and what a strange costume for g. wax figure, a dummy! But why should Aoltke show such interest? I saw-the head moved, it wavered like the head of an old lady, 1t waggled constantly. If it were living person knew that A1oltke was too polite to investigate, so I decided to lead the way. l crept closer. between carved chairs and tabieS, and turning, I saw the face. I shudder now as think of 1t. It was as if I had lookd on the face of 9 dead person, white as the paper I am writ ing on, eyes blue and glassy. and large like those to which beliadona had been applied. They were vacant. lifeless; | but suddenly g pitHul smile broke from the marble lips, and weak voice squeaked:
 Yes. I'm alive, I'm alive" and then a frightened look, like that of help | less ehild-and nothingness. | Moltke had followed me. and he saw ditO AOI So1de SlIdlES IedSOn It OlQ not occur to either Of us to ask her if she
 were sick. or any questions. After all was it our business ?-arid just to get 1 away from that dreadful expression! Moltke, was speaking-there was no need for fntroduction:--
 | tume-and all it is so strange. have
 passed this emporium each day, and ]
 have never seen a woman attendant; have your
 Never, and have visited here l often: there is Marjorian, the propri- etor; let us see if he notices her. Moltlse's trainer approached from the purchase of a useless piece of carved \ Ivory, but his master gave him no in- formation of what he had seen. And then a woman entered the shop, a | hard faced, nanish sort of a woman | of foreign type, with an expanded bust and shapefy hips; her skirt was tight and Slit to show her loud clocked ankles.
 | She approached Marjorian, and held
 a hurried conversation with him. Then they made their way to our poor crea- ture by the wall, who sat in the same position and waggied her head in the same way. They reached her, and stood there silently a minute. Ther l they bent over her. and each took ar
 arm. and wholly supporting her madt
 a pretense of her walking to the door the door in the back that gave on ar ! unfreauented wing of the pier; up the | steps they shuff1ed and boosted her and into a. waiting automobile. Ther Marjorian came back for a rug, an6 grabbed up an expensive one. On his way back his eyes met Moltke's, anr T thought they wavered; his mouth twitched. He approached.
 | You are wondering? will explair | to you The young lady is from the Moving Picture Company. She has been rehearsing for an Oriental scene
 - he clasped and unc1asped his ef. | feminate hands. ''Yes--for the pictures
 you see.'
 He hurried out with the rug, and VI | heard the engine start. Mo1tke spoke l to his trainer. As Marjorian came down the steps the prize fighter sprans 1 toward him.
 "You lie: she was drugeed!"
 "Oh; Enendi, frnpfore-" Marjoriar
 raised his eyes and his hands: "yoy make a great misunderstanding" l Moltke could battle with the strengtl of man, but not the brains or the witt | of a Marjorfan. So I thought: bu | suddenly MoItke crossed his arms ant
 answered coolfy, delfberately:- | "My trainer snatched a motorcycle | and followed; and 'tis chokey-zei, Elf I ferdi Your game is up."
 l The Countess Sustini now eats in tn, | county jail. and Marjorian inhaibit l Aiven up society, and is doing set | clement work, and things really wortl
 while, trying to save those who wer not as fortunate as she. She still II thinks Moltke the only man on earth
 And hi is stiu fighting with and fol I humanity; he and his trainer.-Bos
 ton Record.