The spectator., 1920-09-21

 dow, and again changed his purpose.
 In the far corner, before tie rose covered summer-house. was group of people. one of them was looking up at him. II was Amy. and she was Festuring to him. She did not wish him 10 be seen. The man was turn ing
 For several moments he stood at the window. his forehead gathered in troubled frown. Behind him sounded n shufiling footstep. He started nerv- ously and spun about. Old Tillie stood on her lips.
 What! It's you!" he exclaimed. How the devil--''
 'Tssst!" she warned, Miss Ellen's still downstairs. Shed run and tell her pa first thing. You just missed be ing nabbed by Mir Bemm-only they phoned him to go out and get you at City Park"
 ''To go out for me? Who phoned?"
 "The p'leece. They seen you out at City Park and"
 Saw me-"
 "Yes; that's what they phoned Miss Amy. If 1t hadn't been for their mak- ing Mir. Bemm light out that way, he'd sure have got you. He's 'tective."
 "Detective?-thats sissy? No"
 Fact. Y'ought've heard Miss Amy toast him over the coals. My but wasn't he mad, He'll come back mad der from that wild goose chase. That's why I've come up to make your bed and clean up and tell you to get up into your old robbers cave if he comes back. I'll let you know when. Stead of making the bed, guess I'll take the bedding down to air
 AS he turned beside the door of the bathroom passage he caught side glimpse of some one moving on the far side of the room. He faced angrily toward the new intruder-and saw his own image in the big cheval glass on the opposite wall.
 "Jove." he muttered This won't do Must pull myself together" He went across to the mirror and stared fixedly at his frowning image
 Buck up. you idiot" he advised himself. Let yourself be hypnotized by that rot about double personality, l did you? =. That's it. grnl It's | time that you were grinning at your ut"
 The word broke off In the midst. He glared into the mirror, the smile frozen on his lips. At the left side of the image of his face was the image of | another face, smaller and less distinct another image, yet his own face. His eyes dilated with terror. He stood glaring at the second image. pet ritied with horror, powerless to move. IT was his own face. There were differences-no mustache, the color almost white. the outline more thin; yet it was his face as it might be after an illness. It could not ne d double reflection in the glass, for il lacked the mustache-alSo the express sion was absolutely different. Unlike the iInnobile terror of his first image. the ghostly second face was twitching NtlH utliNt itdI lue tubulH SaItu open.
 "Insane!" he gasped. "I-am go- ing-insane!
 He tottered to the rear window. opened the shade and sash with shak- ing, fumhling hands, and crouched against the sill in the midst of the instreaming light and air.
 Downstairs Amy and Ellen were weeping in each others arms, reconcil ed companions in misery.
 The doorhell rang sharply. The weepers flew apart.
 "S-some ones c-come," sobbed El- len. My eh-eyes,"
 Amy, regardless of her tearwet face. flew in through to the front hall. But already the door. unlocked by Bemm. was opening to admit Dr. Kirkland. Mrs. Kirkland came in after her hus- hand us Amy rushed to meet them with well-feigned eagerness.
 (TO BE CONTINUED