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The Bridgeport times and evening farmer., 1921-03-07
mmm By A. CONAN DOYLE

be if my business affairs went wrong. However, sine would have it so, and it was done. Well, about six weeks ago she came to me.
 Jack said she, when you took my money you said that if ever I wanted any was to ask you for it.
 Certainly said I. Its all your own
 dred pounds
 "I was bit staggered at this, for I had imagined it was simply a new dress or something of the kind that she was after.
 "<What on earth for?' I asked.
 "tOh,' said she, in her playful way you said that you were only my bank CT, and bankers never ask questions, kou know
 "If you really mean it, of course you shall have the money said I.
 "tQh, yes, I really mean it.
 And you won't tell me what you want it for?'
 Some day, perhaps. but not just at present, Jack
 50 had to be content with that, though it was the first time that there had ever been any secret be- tween us. I gave her check and I never thought any more of the mat ter. It may a1ave nothing to do with what came afteryards, but I thought it only right to mention it
 Well, I told you just now that there is a cottage mot far from our house. There is just field between us, but to reach it you have to go along the road and then turn down a Jane. Just beyond it is a. nice little grove of Scotch fiIs, and I used to be very fond of st.solling down there, for trees are always q neighborly kind of things. The cottage had been standing empty this eight months, and it was a pity, for it was a pretty two -storied place, with an old-fash- toned porch and honeysuekle about it. I have stood many a. time and thought what 8 neat little homestead it would make.
 +<WeN, last Monday evening I was taking a stroll down that way when I met an empty van coming up the lane, and saw a pile of carpets and things flying about on the grasSplot beside the porch It was clear that tha cottage had at last been let. walked past it. and then stopping. as an idle man might, ran my eye over it. and wondered what sort of folk
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said Holmes, as we walked into our room- Its very annoying, though, Watson. l was badly in need of case. and this looks, from the mans impatience, as if it were of import ance. Hullo! that's not your pipe on the table. He must have left his be- hind him. 4 nice old |brier with good long stem of what the tobaccon- ists call amber. I wonder how many real amber mouthpieces there are in London? Some people think that fly in it is a sign. Well, he must have been disturbed in his mind to
 leave a pipe behind him which he evidently values highly"
 How do- you know that he values it highly ?'' I asked.
 Well. I should put the original
 cost of the pipe at seven and six
 pence. Now it has, you see, been stem and once in the amber. Each
 of these mends, done, as you observe. with silver bands, must have cost more than the pipe did originally. when he prefers to patch it up rather than buy a new one with the same money"
 Anything else?" asked, for Holmes was turning the pipe about in
 his hand, and staring at it in his peculiar pensive way.
 He held it up and tapped on it with | might who was featuring on a bone- Pipes are occasionally of eNtraor- dinary interest" said he. Nothing has more Individuality, save perhaps watches and bootlaceS. The lndica- | tions here, however, are neither very | marked nor very important The | owner is obviously a muscular man, | left-handed, with an excellent set of | teeth, careless in his haits, and with | no need to practice economy" | My friend threw out the informa- | ton in a very off-hand way, but I | saw that he cooked his eye at me to
 see if I had followed his reasoning. | You think a man must be well-to- | do if he smokes a seven-shilling pipe,'
 said I.
 This is Grosnevor mixture al | eight-pence an ounce," Holmes an- swered, knocking a little out on his palm. 'tAs he might get an excellent | smoke for half the price, he has nc i need to practice economy Il And the otf1Ar points?s
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and that his will all through was overriding his inclinations. t'Its a very delicate thing,'' said he. "One does not like to speak of ones domestic affairs to strangers. It seems dreadful to discuss the conduct Of ones wife with two men whom I have never seen before. It's horri-
 b1e to have to do it. But I've got to
 the end Of my tether. and must have advice.''
 srNfy dear MT. Grant Munro" be- gan Holmes.
 l Our visitor sprang from his chair.
 "WhatI" he cried, you krow Iny
 name?' cosnito,'' said Hc1mes, smiling. "I would suggest that you cease to write your name upon the lining or your hat, or else that you turn the are addressing. I was about to say that my friend and I have listened to a good many strange secrets in this room, and that we have had the
 good-fortune to bring peace to many troubled souls. I trust that we may do as much for you Might beg you, as time may prove to be of i'm portance to furnish me with the facts of VOLT case without further delay?'' Our visitor again passed his hand over his forehead, as if he found 1t ] bitterly hard. From every gesture and expression I could see that he was a. reserved, SSh-COHldthSo with a dash of pride in his nature,
 more likely to, hide his wounds than
 to expose them. Then suddenly, with fierce gesture of his closed hand, like one who throws reserve 10 the winds, he began.
 ssThe facts are these, MT. Ho1mes,' said he. "I am a married man and
 have been so for three years. During | that time my wife and I have loved each other as fondly and lived as happily as any two that ever were | joined. We have not had 8. differ lence not one, in thought or word or 1 deed. And now, since last Monday,
 there has suddenly sprung up bar | is somet1ing in her life and in her
 thoughts of which I know as little as
 if she were the< woman who brushes
 by me in the street We We are % estrang- | sNJow there is one thing that l
 want to impress upon you before go | any further. MT. Holmes Fife loves
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me. Don't let there be any mistake about that. She loves me with her whole heart and soul, and never more than now. I know it. I feel it. I don't want to argue about that A man call tell easily enough when a woman loves him. But there's this secret between us. and We can never be tfrss same until it is cleaned
 Kindly let me have the facts. MT. Munro," said Holmes. with some i'm patience.
 "Fll tell you what I know about Effie's history. She was a widow young-oniy twenty-five. Her name then was Mrs. Hebron She went out to America when she was young, and lived in the town of Atlanta, where she married this Hebron, who was a. lawyer with a good practice They had one child, but the yellow fever broke out badly in the place, and both husband and child died of it. I have seen his death certificate This sick ened her of America, and she came back to live with maiden aunt at Pinner. in Aiddlesex. I may men ton that her husband had left her capital of about four thousand five hundred pounds, which had been so we'll invested by him that it returned an avczGge of seven per cent She had only bean SIX months at Primer when EAet her: We fell in love with each other, and we married a few weeks afterwards
 ''I am hop merchant myself, and as have an income of seven or eight hundred. we found ourselves comfort ably off, and took a nice eighty pound-a-year villa at Norbury. Our little place was very countrifed, con Dsidering that it is so close to town. We had an inn and two houses a lit tie above us, and single cottage at the other side of the field which faces us, and except those there were no houses until you got half way to the station. My business took me into town at certain seasons. but in sum- mer had less to do, and the in our country home my wife and I were just as happy as could be wished. I tell you that there never was a shadow between us until this accursed affair began.
 There's one thing I ought to tell you before I go further When we married, my wife made over all her property to me-rather against my will, for I-saw how awkward it would
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He has been in the habit of light ing his pipe at lamps and gas-jets.
 Y You can see that it is quite eharred match could not have Gone that Why should a man hold a match to the side of his pipe? But you cannot light it at a lamp without getting the bowl charred. And it is all on the righ side of the pipe. From that I gather that he is a Iefthanded man.
 You hold your own pipe to the lamp, risht-handed, hold the left side to the flame. You might do it cnee the
 other way but not as g. constancy. This
 has always been held so. Then he
 has bitten through his amber It
 takes muscular, energetic fellow and one with a good set of teeth, to do that. But if I am not mistaken I hear him upon the stair. so we shall
 have something moro interesting than
 his pipe to study"
 An instant later our door opened, and a tall young man entered the
 room. He was we'll but quietly dress ed in a dark gray suit, and carried a
 brown wide-awake in his hand. I should have put him at about thirty, though he was really some years older.
 "I beg your pardon" said he, with some embarrassment; 'I suppose I should have knocked. Yes of course should have knocked. The fact IS that l am a IILte upset, and you must put it all down to that" He passed his hand over his forehead like a man who is half dazed, and then fell rather than sat down upon a chair.
 ''I can see that you have not slept 1 for a night or two," said Holmes, in his easy, genial way. That tries a mans nerves more than work, and more even than pleasure. May I ask how I can help your"
 q wanted your advice, sir. I don't know what to do, and my whole life l seems to have gone to pieces" "You wish to consult me as con- sulting detective?
 Not only that. I want your opin- l ion as a judicious man-as man of the world I want to know what l ought to do next. I hopt to God youM be able to tell me"
 1 He spoke In little. sharp, jerky out bursts, and it seemed to me that to
 speak at all was very painful to him.
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No decorative scheme can be car ried to a successful finish unless due consideration be given to the ques- ton of detail, and this costume of lace and taffeta would not appear half so charming were 1t not for the alluring little curl that falls upon milady'S shoulder. By force Of con trast:-To this how many modes owe their popularity! The average skirt is almost knee length, the gayest of colors are the ones most frequently chosen, and so when by some sartorial alchemy the old fashioned, long skirt ed. all black frock is given tine sane ton of fashions approval how it does appeal!
 An up to date girl with the old fash toned charm-couId any more desir- able combination be well imagined! Nor, indeed, until we have visioned it with our own eyes could we believe
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Sherlock Holmes was man who seI.oIn took exercise for exercise sake. Few men were capable Of greater muscular effort, and he was undoubtedly one of the finest boxers of his weight that I have ever seen; but he looked upon >aimtess bodily eN- crtion as a waste of energy ana ne seldom bestirred himself save where 1here was some professional object to be served. Then he was absolutely untiring and indefatiSable. That he should have kept himself in training under such circumstances is remark able. but his diet was usually Of the sparest, and his habits were simple to the verge of austerity. Save for the occasional use of cocaine. he had no vices, and he only turned to the drug a protest against the mono tony of existence when cases were scanty and the papers uninterestinS-
 One day in early spring he had so far relaxed as to go for a walk with me in the Park, where the first faint shoots of green were breaking out upon the elms, and the sticky spear heads of the chestnuts were just be- ginning to burst into their five-fold leaves For two hours We rambled about together, in silence for the most part, befits two men who know each other intimately. It was nearly five before we were back in Baker street once more.
 Beg pardon, sir.'' said our page boy. as he opened the door. There's been a gentleman here asking for SIT
 Holmes glanced reproachfulIy at me. ''So much for afternoon walkS!'' said he. Has this gentleman gone, then?"
 "Yes, sir"
 Didn't you ask him in?
 ..Ies, sir; he came in.'
 How long did he wait?"
 Half hour, sir. He was a very restless gentleman, sir, a-walkin' and a-stampin all the time he was here. I was waitin' outside the door, sir. and I could hear him. At last he out into the passage, and he cries, Is that man never goin' to come?' Those were his very words, sir. You'll only need to wait a little longer,' says I Then I'll wait in the open air, for ] feel half choked,' says he. I'll be back before. long, And with that he ups and he outs, and all could say wouldn't hold him back" ss Well we'll. you did yoxr best.
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they were who had come to live so near us. And as I looked I suddenly
 became aware that a face was watch ing me out of one of the upper win
 T don't know what there was about that face, MT. Holmes, but it seemed to send a chill right down my back. I was some little way off, so
 that could not make out the fea- lures, but there was something un-f natural and inhuman about the face. That was the impression that I had, and moved quickly forwards to get a nearer view of the person who was watching me. But as I did so the face suddenly disappeared, so sudden
 ly that it seemed to have been the roon- I stood for five minutes thinking the business over, and try ing to ana1yze my impressions. I. could not tell if the face were that
 too far from me for that. But it's
 color was that Of lfvid chalky white. and with som ething set and rigid about it which was shockingly un-i natural. So disturbed was I that I
 determined to see 8 little more of the
 new inmates of the cottage. ap-s
 preached and knocked at the door, which was instantly opened by 8 tall,
 gaunt woman with a harsh, forbid ding face.
 $ What may you be wantin'?' sI1es
 asked, in a Northern accent.
 CT am your neighbor over wonder, ,Sa1u l, nOQOlnS IOWardS my HOUSe see that you have only just moved in. so ! thought that if I could be of any help to you in any
 tAy, we'll ask ye when we want
 ye,' said she, and shut the door in my face. Annoyed at the churlish re- buff, I turned my back and walked home. All evening, though tried to think of other things, my mind would still turn to the apparition at the window and the rudeness of the woman I determined. to say noth-. ing about the former to my wife, for she is nervous, highly strung wom 75 an and T. had no wish that she should share the unpleasant iHfpres-s sion which had been produced upon myself. remarked to her, how-s ever, before I fell asleep, that the cottage was now occupied, to wn1cns she returned no reply
 Tomorrow-The Yellow Face, con tinued.
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Listen, World!
BY ELSIE ROBINSON

This is going to be about Sinners. But first I want to ask you if you over picked up'' after a small boy :? All the room in 8 litter-here that wonderful invention that he started but never finish ed-ta ere the new top he kicked into spEnterS in a temper. Marks Of those same dreams and tenn perS and nerrinesSes all over the room. Heel marks, smudges. lazy clutteripgS
 How you snort and simmer as you start on the job-and then how your heart coolS down and your face sweetens Naughtinesss, dirtineSS waste yes. But above all, SMALL. BOY ISHN ESS. F;veriastingly wanting, everlastingly forgetting .everlaStingly
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Jap Women Renew Temperance Work

Tokio-The new wonen's temper ance movement will be revived, says the Tokio Asa.hi and some 5000 edu- cationa1ists, including number of prominent men and women will sup port it.
 It is also reported that, in the cur rent session of the Diet, a temper arce bill proposing to restrict the hours for the sale Of wine and the quantity of wine to be- sold to indi- viduaLs at a time. will again be in troduced by MT. Hoshijin1a, one of the warmest supporters of the move meut.
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Every season has its shades, and beige, ecru or a deeper onion tone, caramel-these four and black lend themselves remarkably well to the period effects. For the girl who like just a big of color it is introduced in the girdle of lowered ribbon or of plain bright silk or of brocaded metal cloth.
 Speaking of taffeta, it is only fair to say that it chooses the fabric with which it will be allied and does not always select lace. As the days go by it will be seen again in the company of organdie. Imagine, for instance, Q basque of black taffeta with a skirt of bright hued organdie-bouffant, if you please, and elaborated with ap- pHque. You may not decide to add it to your spring wardrobe, but at least you will be homes enough to ad- init it's Individuality
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too, stand with our unddy lives in His hands, grieving a httle-and dream ing-and then, at the last chuckling? I HOPE He chucl<les, abtfro I know they don't allow much of that sort of thing in some churches. They're so strict with God-but I always liked to think that He chuckles, and loves us just that way.
 know it isn't orthodox but-rM FOR SINNERS! God help them and heal them and give them another chance in a larger, happier home. As for mel guess can stand pickin' up few untidy rooms or mixing with a. few untidy lives. Who knows
 - may have left some untdy cor naS myself.
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fantastic toe with perfect ease and grace in a gown such as her grand mother wore when she went demurefy through the paces of the stately Ininuet.
 Miiady finds no tale more interest ing than the story of the styles and perhaps one of the reasons is because, like Alice in Wonderland" she nev- CT is quite sure what will happen next. Right now fashion is adven- turing with taffetas and crepes and lace, but there is no telling when a new arrival will upset things in gen. eral and become the chief actor in the Sartorial scene in the twinklng of an eye.
 About one thing, however, she is entirely ready to make up her mind, and that is that the printemps will find lace, lace everywhere and on everything,
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YOUNGEST WOMAN
 MINISTER BELIEVES
 IN SHORT PRAYERS

Springfield, nl-The youngest min ister in Illinois believes in brevity of prayer. And 'it'' is a woman.
 The Rev. Norma Brown, 21 years old, pastor of the Christian church at Carlock, H., recently startled the Legislature here by delivering the shortest invocation on record-less than 150 words.
 "I always make my invocations brief" explained the girl pastor. And Senator Simon E. Lantz, a member of Miss Browns congregation, added
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that she is more energetic in her work among her flock than most male preachers.
 Miss Brown is the daughter and granddaughter of cIergynen. Her father, the Rev. R.. D. Brown, is pastor of the Centennial Christian church. Bloomington, III. Her grand father, the Rev. R. L. Brown, has church at Wapella, III.
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London-Chignons have again come into public favor. Several ex- amp1es were worn at a recent ball They consist of a very large smooth roll of hair set high at the back of the head and kept in place by a comb inst below it
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hurting, everlaSdngly scanpering on to the next adventure and leaving the mess for somebody to tidy.
 T started to talk about Sinners and I drifted on to the ways of small boys But I wonder if there is much difference? After all, they may be much alike in the eyes of the One Who Always Understands Does He,
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THE YELLOW FACE Part D ss

Copyright 1921, by Harper and Bros Published by special arrangement with the Mcclure Newspaper Syndicate.
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Tomorrow-The Yellow Face, con tinued.
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that I hope to be back tomorrow
night" cried Phelps. as we began to
move from the platform.
81 hardly expect to go back to Briar-
brae," answered Holmes, and waved
his hand to US cheerily as we shot out
from the station
journey, but neither of us could de.
wise a satisfactory reason for this new
development
suppose he wants to find out some
clue as to the burglary last night, if a
burglar 1t was. For myself I don't :;
believe it was an ordinary thief.
What is your idea, them"
Upon my word, you may put it
down to my weak nerves or not. but l
believe there is some deep political
intrigue going on around me, and that
for some reason that passes by under.
standing By life is aimed at by the
conspirators. 1t sounds high-fown and
absurd. but consider the facts! Why
should thief try to break in at a
bedroom window, where there could
be no hope Of any plumber, and why
should he come with long knife in
his hand?"
you are sure it was not a house
breakers jimmy"
"Oh, no, it was knife. saw the
| fash of the blade quite distinctly"
But why on earth should you be
pursued with such animosity?"
"Ah, that is the question:
well, if Holmes takes the same
view, that would account for his &C
ton, would it not? Presenting that
YOUR theory is correct if he can lay
his hands upon the man who threat
ened you last night he will have gone
long way towards finding who took
| the naval treaty. 1t is absurd to sup
pose that you have two enemies, one
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selves nervous about them, so let me
implore you to go to bed and SO be
fresh for whatever may await us to-
morrow"
l was able at last to persuade my
companion to take my advice, though
l knew from his excited manner that
there was not much hope of sleep for
him Indeed. his mood was infectious
for lay tossing half the night myself
brooding over this strange problem
and inventing a hundred theories, each
of which was more impossible than the
last. Why had Holmes remained at
Woking? Why had he asked Miss
Harrison to remain in the sick-room
all day? Why had he been so careful
not to inform the people at Briarbrae
that he intended to remain near them
l cudgened my brains until I fell
asleep in the endeavor to find some
explanation which would cover all
these facts.
1t was seven o'clock when / awoke.
and l set of at once for Phelps's room