“I hope, Grim,” said Jack, ‘'the new year, Which now, as you know, is most here, Will find you a boy Less prone to annoy, More given to deeds that endear.” Nightcaps In. the Navy. Captain William Harwar Parker in lis “Recollections of a Naval Officer” jives the following story from his ex- >eriences on joining the United States rar vessel North Carolina as a mid- hipman in 1841, when he was fourteen r ears of age: “I had suffered much vith earache, and my mother had aused me to wear nightcaps. There v*as nothing strange to me in this, as •ther boys w, re them at my boarding school, but it seems it was not a way they had in the navy. My caps were of many colors, for they were made of remnants of my sister’s dresses. Now, as I made my final preparations for re¬ pose I opened my trunk sand put on a close fitting nightcap. It was the sig¬ nal for an indescribable tcene of con¬ fusion. If I had put on a suit of mail it could not have paused ^greater...as- - - . -L, . .ji tonishment among these light hearted reefers. They rushed to my trunk, seized the caps, put them on and joined in a wild dance on the orlop deck, in which were mingled red caps, blue caps, white caps, all colors of caps, in pleasing variety. I had to take mine off before turning in, as it really did seem to be too much for their feelings, but I managed to smuggle it under my pillow', and when all was quiet I put it on again. But when the midshipman came down at midnight to call the re* lief he spied it, and we had another scene. This was the last I ever saw of my caps.” _______ In"Parls the postoffice department is now using several electric mail wagons which are designed to transport the mail matter in larger quantities and at a greater spied than the old horse drawn vehicles. VOL. XI. I % o at e if © u 0 a, q Copyright, 1901, by Caroline Wether ell o flr0fc0fe0fe0*0fe0fc0fe0to0fe0l*0fe0)«0to0^0it0330fe0fe0?c0fe0340330s®03sol>30*l AH GRIM’S NEW YEAR'S CELEBRATION o 3f © a © n o M o * o NO. 117. “The new year then welcome with Joy, Here's money to buy a new toy.” Thus foolishly Jack put Grim on the track Of a plan bound the peace to destroy. For Grim bought a trumpet of tin To welcome the New Year's day In, One blast on that horn Made the whole village mourn, For it caused bricks and plaster to spin. SEPTEMBER, 1905. —-. In him Grim was sure Jack would find A giaht boy quite to his mind, And promised that he From tricks would be free, Obedient always and kind. i Ufa "Return of \ SHERLOCK (HOLMES i ) By A. CONAN DOYLE, Author of “The Adventures of Sherlock Holmes,' “The Hound of the Easkervilles,” "The Sign of the Four,” “A Study In Scarlet,” Etc. ILLUSTRATED BY F. D. STEELE Copyright by Collier’s Weekly “IT WAS A STRAIGHT LEFT AGAINST A SLOGGING RUFFIAN.” The Adventure of the Solitary Cyclist fo. 4 of the Series (Copyright, 1903, by A. Conan Doyle and Collier's Weekly.) (Copyright, 1905, by McClure, Phillips & Co.) I ROM the years 1894 to 1901, inclusive, Mr. Sher¬ lock Holmes was a very busy man. It is safe to say that there was no public case of any diffi¬ culty in which he was not consulted during those eight years, and there were hundreds of private cases, some of them of the most in¬ tricate and extraordinary character, in which he played a prominent part. As I have preserved very full notes of all these cases and was myself person¬ ally engaged in many of them, it may be imagined that it is no easy task to know which I should select to lay be¬ fore the public. I shall, however, pre¬ serve my former rule and give the pref¬ erence to those cases which derive their interest not so much ffoifT the brutality of the crime as from the ingenuity and dramatic quality of the solution. For this reason I will now lay before the reader the facts connected with Miss Violet Smith, the solitary cyclist of Charlingtop, and the curious" sequel of our investigation, which culminated in unexpected tragedy. On referring to my notebook for the year 1895 I find that it was upon Sat¬ urday, the 23d of April, that we first heard of Miss Violet Smith. Her visit was, I remember, extremely unwel¬ come to Holmes, for he was immersed at the moment in a very abstruse and complicated problem concerning the peculiar persecution to which John Vin¬ cent Harden, the well known tobacco millionaire, had been subjected. My friend, who loved above all things pre¬ cision and concentration of thought, re¬ sented anything which distracted his attention from the matter in hand. And yet, without a harshness which was foreign to his nature, it was im¬ possible to refuse to listen to the story of the young and beautiful woman, tall, graceful and queenly, who presented herself at Raker street late in the evening and implored his assistance and advice. It was vain to urge that his, time was already fully occupied, for the young lady had come with the determination to tell her story, and it was evident that nothing short of force could get her out of the room until she had done so. With a resigned air and a somewhat weary smile, Holmes beg¬ ged the beautiful intruder to take a seat and to inform us what it was that was troubling her. “At least it cannot be your health,” said he as his keen eyes darted over her. “So ardent a bicyclist must be full of energy.” She glanced down in surprise at her own feet, and I observed the slight roughening of the side of the sole caus¬ ed by the friction of the edge of the pedal. “Yes, I bicycle a good deal, Mr. Holmes, and that has something to do with my visit to you today.” My friend took the lady's ungloved hand and examined it with as close an attention and as little sentiment as a scientist would show to a specimen. “You will excuse me, I am sure. It is my business,” said he as he dropped it. “I nearly fell into the error of sup¬ posing that you were typewriting. Of course it Is obvious that It is music. You observe the spatulate finger ends, Watson, which is common to both pro¬ fessions? There is a spirituality about the face, however”—she gently turned it toward the light—“which the type¬ writer does not generate. This lady is a musician.” “Yes, Mr. Holmes, I teach music.” “In the country, I presume, from your complexion.” “Yes, sir; near Farnham, on the bor¬ ders of Surrey.” “Now, Miss Violet, what has happen¬ ed to you near Farnham, on the bor¬ ders of Surrey?” The young lady, with great clearness and composure, made" the following curious statement: “My father is dead, Mr. Holmes. He was James Smith, who conducted the orchestra at the old Imperial theater. My mother and I were left without a relation in the world except one un¬ cle, Ralph Smith, who went to Africa twenty-five years ago, and we have never had a word from him since. When father died we were left very poor, but one day we were told that there was an advertisement in the Times inquiring for our whereabouts. You can imagine how excited we were, for we thought that some one had left us a fortune. We went at once to the lawyer whose name was given in the paper. There we met two gentlemen, Mr. Carruthers and Mr. Woodley, who were home on a visit from South Afri¬ ca. They said that my uncle was a friend of theirs, that he had died some months before in great poverty in Jo¬ hannesburg, and that he had asked them with his last breath to hunt up his relations and see that they were in no want. It seemed strange to us that Uncle Ralph, who took no notice of us when he was alive, should be so care¬ ful to look after us when he was dead, but Mr. Carruthers explained that the reason was that my uncle had just heard of the death of his brother and so felt responsible for our fate.” “Excuse me,” said Holmes. “When was this interview?” “Last December—four months ago.” “Pray proceed.” “Mr. Woodley seemed to me to be a most odious person. He was forever making eyes at me—a coarse, puffy faced, red mustached young man, with his hair plastered down on each side of hfs forehead. I thought that he was perfectly hateful, and I was sure that Cyril would not wish me to know such a person.” “Oh, CyrS is his name!” said Holmes, smiling. The young lady blushed and laughed. “Yes, Mr. Holmes, Cyril Morton, an electrical jengineer,. &n||_we hope to, be married at the end of the summer. Dear me, how did I get talking about him? What t wished to say was that Mr. Woodley was perfectly odious, but that Mr. Carruthers, who* was a much elder man, was more agreeable. He was a dark, sallow, clean shaven, silent person, but he had polite manners and a pleasant smile. He inquired how we were left, and on finding that we were very poor he suggested that I <§»hould come and teach music to his only daughter, aged ten. I said that I did not like to leave my mother, on which he suggested that I should go home to her every week end, and he offered me a hundred a year, which was certainly splendid pay. So it ended by my ac¬ cepting, and I went down to Cbiltern Grange, about six miles from Farn¬ ham. Mr. Carruthers was a widower, but he had engaged a lady housekeep¬ er, a very respectable, elderly person, called Mrs. Dixon, to look after his es¬ tablishment. The child was a dear, and everything promised well. Mr. Car¬ ruthers was very kind and very music¬ al, and we had most pleasant evenings together. Every week end I went home to my mother in town. “The first flaw in my happiness was the arrival of the red mustached Mr. Woodley. He came for a visit of a week, and, oh, It seemed three months to me. He was a dreadful person—a bully to every one else, but to me some¬ thing Infinitely worse. He made odious love to me, boasted of his wealth, said that if I married him I could have the finest diamonds in London, and finally when I would have nothing to do with him he seized me in his arms one day after dinner—he was hideously strong— and swore that he would not let me go until I had kissed him. Mr. Carruthers came in and tore him from me, on which he turned upon his own host, knocking him down and cutting his face open. That was the end of his visit, as you can imagine. Mr. Carruth¬ ers apologized to me next day and as¬ sured me that I should never be ex¬ posed to such an insult again. I have not seen Mr. Woodley since. “And now, Mr. Holmes, I come at last to the special thing which has caused me to ask your advice today. You must know that every Saturday forenoon I ride on my bicycle to Farn¬ ham station in order to get the 12:22 to town. The road from Cbiltern Grange is a lonely one, and at one spot It is particularly so, for it lies for over a mile between Charlington heath up¬ on one side and the woods- which lie round Charlington Hall upon the other. You could not find a more lonely tract of road anywhere, and it is quite rare to meet so much as a cart or a peasant until you reach the highroad near Crooksbury hill. Two weeks ago I was passing this place when I chanced to look back over my shoulder, and about 200 yards behind me I saw a man, also on a bicycle. He seemed to be a middle aged man, with a short, dark beard. I looked back before I reached Farnham, but the man was gone, so I thought no more about it. But you can Imagine how surprised I was, Mr. Holmes, when on my return on the Monday I saw the same man on the game stretch of road. My astonishment was increased when the incident oc¬ curred again, exactly as before, on the following Saturday and Monday. He always kepthis distance and did not mo¬ lest me in any way, but still it certain¬ ly was very odd. I mentioned it to Mr. Carruthers, who seemed interested in what I said and told me that he had ordered a horse and trap, so that in fu¬ ture I should not pass over these lonely roads without some companion. “The horse and trap were to have come this week, but for some reason they were not delivered, and again I had to cycle to the station. That was thia , niorning. You can think Jhat I t gn4t - .VVxWVX.VwV. 9 <(C 4 'c’ »•»»* w »#•' T H E' BssaF^fgr^:^^ : ^LH looked out when I came to Charlington heath, and there, sure enough, was the man, exactly as he had been the two weeks before. He always kept so far from me that I could not clearly see his face, but It was certainly some one whom I did not know. He was dressed in a dark suit with a cloth cap. The only tiling about his face that I could clearly see was his dark beard. “Today I was not alarmed, but I was filled with curiosity, and I determined to find opt who he was and what he wanted. I slowed down my machine, but he slowed down his. Then I stop¬ ped altogether, but he stopped also. Then I laid a trap for him. There is a sharp turning of the road, and I ped¬ aled very quickly round this, and then I stopped and waited. I expected him to shoot round and pass me before he could stop. But he never appeared. Then I went back and looked round the corner. I could see a mile of road, but he was not on it. To make it the more extraordinary, there was no side road at this point down which he could have gone.” Holmes chuckled and rubbed his hands. “This case certainly presents some features of its own,” said he. “How much time elapsed between your turning the corner and your discovery that the road was clear?” “Two or three minutes.” “Then he could not have retreated flown the road, and you say that there are no side roads?” “None.” “Then he certainly took a footpath on one side or the other.” “It could not have been on the side of the heath or I should have seen him.” “So by the process of exclusion we arrive at the fact that he made his way toward Charlington Hall, which, as I understand, is situated in its own grounds on one side of the road. Any¬ thing else?” “Nothing, Mr. Holmes, save that I was so perplexed that I felt I should not be happy until I had seen you and had your advice.” Holmes sat in silence for some little time. “Where is the gentleman to whom you are engaged?” he asked at last. “He is in the Midland Electrical com¬ pany, at Coventry.” “He would not pay you a surprise visit?” “Oh, Mr Holmes! As if I should not know him?” * “Have you had any other admirers?” “Several before I knew Cyril.” “And since?” “There was this dreadful man, Wood- ley, if you can call him an admirer.” “No one else?” Our fair client seemed a little con¬ fused. “Who was he?” asked Holmes. “Oh, it may be a mere fancy of mine, but it had seemed to me sometimes that my employer, Mr. Carruthers, takes a great deal of interest in me. He has never said anything. He is a perfect gentleman. But a girl always knows.” “Ha!” Holmes looked grave. “What does he do for a living?” “He is a rich man.” “No carriages or horses?” “Well, at least he is fairly well to do. But he goes into the city two or three times a week. He is deeply interested In South African gold shai-es.” “You will let me know any fresh de¬ velopment, Miss Smith. I am very busy just now, but I will find time to make some inquiries into your case. In the meantime take no step without letting me know. Goodby, and I trust that we shall have nothing but good Mews from you.” '“It is part of the settled order of na¬ ture that such a girl should have fol¬ lowers,” said Holmes as he pulled at on bicycles ifi lonely country roads. Some secreti ve lover, beyond all doubt. But there are curious and suggestive details about the case, Watson.” “That he should appear only at that point?” “Exactly. Our first effort must be to find who are the tenants of Charling¬ ton Hall. Then, again, how about the connection between Carruthers and Woodley, since they appear to be men of such a different type? How came they both to be so keen upon looking up Ralph Smith’s relations? One more point. What sort of a menage, is it which pays double the market price for a governess, but does not keep a horse, although six miles from the station? Odd, Watson—very odd!” “You will go down?” “No, my dear fellow; you will go flown. This may be some trifling in¬ trigue, and I cannot break my other Important research for the sake of it. On Monday you will arrive early at Farnham; you will conceal yourself near Charlington heath; you will ob¬ serve these facts for yourself and act as your own judgment advises. Then, having inquired as to the occupants of the hall, you will come back to me and report.” We had ascertained from the lady that she went down upon the Monday by the train which leaves Waterloo at 9:50, so I started early and caught the 9:13. At Farnham station I had no dif¬ ficulty in being directed to Charlington heath. It was impossible to mistake the scene of the young lady’s adven¬ ture, for the road runs between the open heath on one side and an old yew hedge upon the other, surrounding a park which is studded with magnificent trees. There was a main gateway of lichen studded stone, each side pillar surmounted by moldering heraldic em¬ blems, but besides this central car¬ riage drive I observed several points where there were gaps in the hedge and paths leading through them. The house was invisible from the road, but the surroundings all spoke of gloom find decay. The heath was covered with golden patches of flowering gorse gleaming magnificently in the light of the bright spring sunshine. Behind one of these clumps I took up my position so as to command both the gateway of the hall and a long stretch of the road upon either side. It had been deserted when I left it, but now I saw a cyclist riding down it from the opposite direction to that in which I had come. He was clad in a dark suit, and I saw that he had a black beard. On reaching the end of the Charlington grounds he sprang from his machine and led it through a gap in the hedge, disappearing from my view. A quartst of an hour passed, and then a second cyclist appeared. This time it was the young lady coming from the station. I saw her look about her as she came to the Charlington hedge. An instant later the man emerg¬ ed from his hiding place, sprang upon his cycle and followed her. In all the broad landscape those were the only moving figures, the graceful girl sit¬ ting very straight upon her machine and the man behind her bending low over his handle bar with a curiously furtive suggestion in every movement. She looked back at him and slowed her pace. He slowed also. She stopped. He at once stopped, too, keeping 200 yards behind her. Her next movement was as unexpected as it was spirited. She suddenly whisked her wheels round and dashed straight at him. He was as quick as she, however, and darted off in desperate flight. Present¬ ly she came back up the road again, her head haughtily in the air, not deigning to take any further notice of her silent attendant. He had turned also and his meditative pipe, “but for choice not still kept his distance u: ii h ' _t. to c; the road hid them from my sight. I remained in my hiding place, and it was well that I did so, for presently the man reappeared, cycling slowly back. He turned in at the hall gates and dismounted from his machine. For some minutes I could see him standing among the trees. His hands were raised, and. he seemed to be settling his necktie. Then he mounted his cycle and rode away from me down the drive ’toward the hall. I ran across the heath CLASS PINS letters or figures and one or twoi colors of enamel, sterling silver, ( 25c. each; $2.50 a doz. 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The polite agent was afraid he could say no more, as the affairs of his clients were not matters which he could discuss. Mr. Sherlock Holmes listened with attention to the long report which I was able to present to him that even¬ ing, but it did not elicit that word of curt praise which I had hoped for and should have valued. On the contrary, his austere face was severe, “Your hiding place, my dear Watson* was very faulty. Yon should have been behind the hedge. Then you would have had a close view of this interest¬ ing person. As it is, you were some hundreds of yards away and can tell me even less than Miss Smith. She thinks she does not know the man. I am convinced she does. Why, other¬ wise, should he be so desperately anx¬ ious that she should not get so near him as to see his features? You de¬ scribe him as bending over the handle bar. Concealment again, you see. Y r ou really have done remarkably badly. He returns to the house, and you want to find out who be is. You come to a Loudon house agent!” “What should I have done?” I cried, with some heat. “Gone to the nearest public house. That is the center of country gossip. They would have told you every name from the master to the scullery maid. Williamson? It conveys nothing to my mind. If he is an elderly man he is not this active cyclist who sprints away from that young lady’s athletic pursuit. What have we gained by your expedition? The knowledge that the girl’s story is true. I never doubted it. That there is a connection between the cyclist and the hall. I never doubted that either. That the ball is tenanted by Williamson. Who’s the better for that? Well, well, my dear sir, don't look so depressed. 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The box kite will rise straight from the hand, and carry a camera into the clouds for photo¬ graphing from high acti¬ nides. Large ones used in war for making observa¬ tions. Inventors now adopt the plan of the kite for new experiments 111 flying machines. Yon want to know all about them. Send 10c for trial subscription to our paper and receive these di- „ rections, with the history of the kite, f ree. ICbUUJlSj nu vaa “ J g. HEI- M ,Stution A Jiosion. M * T5hQ ^Youth’s Realm is published on the first of every month. TERMS, 35 cents per year, in advance. Special Library Edition, heavy paper, 50c yr* Advertising Rates, 90 cents inch, 45c ^ inch. Ent’d at P.O. Boston at 2nd class rates Jan. id,’97. A. Bullard & Co.,446 Tremont St., Boston “Our young friend seems to be get¬ ting into deep waters,” said Holmes thoughtfully as he finished the letter. “The case certainly presents more fea¬ tures of Interest and more possibility development than I had originally thought. I should be none the worse for a quiet, peaceful day in the coun¬ try, and I am inclined to rum'down this afternoon and test one or two theories which I have formed.” Holmes' quiet day in the country had a singular termination, for he arrived at Baker street late in the evening with a cut lip and a discolored lump upon his forehead, besides a general air of dissipation which would have made his own person the fitting object of a Scot¬ land Yard investigation. He was im¬ mensely tickled by his own adventures and laughed heartily as he recounted them. “I get so little active exercise that it is always a treat,” said he. “You are aware that I have some proficiency in the good old British sport of boxing. Occasionally it is of service; today, for example, I should have come to very ignominious grief without it.” I begged him to tell me what had oc¬ curred. “I found that country pub which I had already recommended to your no¬ tice, and there I made my discreet in¬ quiries. I was in the bar, and a garru¬ lous landlord was giving me all that I wanted. Williamson is a white bearded 'man, and he lives alone with a small staff of servants at the hall. There is some rumor that he is or has been a clergyman, but one or two incidents of his short residence at the hall struck me as peculiarly unecclesiastical. I have already made some inquiries at a clerical agency, and they tell me that there was a man of that name In or¬ ders whose career has been a singu¬ larly dark one. “The landlord further informed me that there are usually week end vis¬ itors—‘a warm lot, sir’—at the hall, and especially one gentleman with a red mustache, Mr. Woodley by name, who was always there. We had got as far as this when who should walk in but the gentleman himself, who had been drinking his beer in the taproom and had heard the whole conversation. Who was I? What did I want? What did I mean by asking questions? He had a fine flow of language, and his adjectives were very vigorous. He ended a string of abuse by a vicious back hander, which I failed to entirely avoid. The next few minutes were de¬ licious. It was a straight left against a slogging ruffian. I emerged as you see me. Mr. Woodley went home in a cart. So ended my country trip, and it must be confessed that, however en¬ joyable, my day on the Surrey border has not been much more profitable than your own.” The Thursday brought us another let¬ ter from our client. “You will not be surprised, Mr. Holmes,” said she, “to hear that I am leaving Mr. Carruthers’ employment. Even the high pay cannot reconcile me to the discomforts of my situation. On Saturday I come up to town, and I do not intend to return. Mr. Carruthers has got a trap, and so the dangers of the lonely road, if there ever were any dangers, are now over. “As to the special cause of my leav¬ ing, it is not merely the strained situa¬ tion with Mr." Carruthers, but it is the reappearance of that odious man, Mr. Woodley. ^He was always hideous^ hut he looks more awful than ever now, for he appears to have had an acci¬ dent, and he is much disfigured. I saw him out of the window, but I am glad to say I did not meet him. He had a long talk with Mr. Carruthers, who seemed much excited afterward. Wood- ley must be staying in the neighbor¬ hood, for he did not sleep here, and yet I caught a .glimpse of him. again this morning slinking about in the shrubbery. I would sooner have a sav¬ age wild animal loose about the place I loathe and fear him more than I can say. How can Mr. Carruthers endure such a creature for a moment? How¬ ever, all my troubles will be over on Saturday.” “So I trust, Watson; so I trust,” said Holmes gravely. “There is some deep intrigue going on round that little wom¬ an, and it is our duty to see that no one molests her upon that last journey. I think, Watson, that we must spare time to run down together on Saturday morning, and make sure that this curi¬ ous and Inclusive investigation has no untoward ending.” I confess that I had not up to now taken a very serious view of the case, which had seemed to me rather gro¬ tesque and bizarre than dangerous. That a man should lie in wait for and follow a very handsome wdman is no unheard of thing, and if he has so lit¬ tle audacity that he not only dared not address her, but even fled from her ap¬ proach, he was not a very formidable assailant. The ruffian Woodley was a Very different person, but except on one occasion he had not molested our client, and now he visited the house of Car¬ ruthers without intruding upon her presence. The man on the bicycle was doubtless a member of those week end parties at the hall of which the pub¬ lican had spoken, but who he was or what he wanted was as obscure as ever. It was the severity of Holmes’ manner and the fact that he slipped a revolver into his pocket before leaving our rooms which impressed me with the feeling that tragedy might prove to lurk behind this curious train of events. A rainy night had been followed by a glorious morning, and the heath cov¬ ered countryside, with the -'glowing clumps of flowering gorse, seemed all the more beautiful to eyes which were weary of the duns and drabs and slate grays of London. Holmes and I walk¬ ed along the broad, sandy road, inhal¬ ing the fresh morning air and rejoicing in the music of the birds and the fresh breath of the spring. From a rise of the road on the shoulder of Crooksbury hilLwe could see the grim hall bristling out from amid the ancient oaks, which, old as th^y were, were still younger than the building which they surround¬ ed. Holmes pointed down the long tract of road which wound, a reddish yellow band, between the brown of the heath and the budding green of the woods. Far away, a black dot, we could see a vehicle moving in our direc¬ tion. Holmes gave an exclamation of impatience. “I have given a margin of half an hour,” said he. “If that is her trap she must be making for the earlier train. I fear, Watson, that she will be past Charlington before we can possi¬ bly meet her.” From the instant that we passed the rise we could no longer see the vehicle, but we hastened onward at such a pace that my sedentary life began to tell upon me, and I was compelled to fall behind. Holmes, however, was al¬ ways in training, for he had inexhaust¬ ible stores of nervous energy upon which to draw. His Springy step never slowed until suddenly, when he was a hundred yards in front of me, he halt¬ ed, and I saw him throw up his hand with a gesture of grief and despair. At the same instant an empty dogcart, the horsa. .cantering,, the, reins trailing, appeared round the curve of the road antf-Fattled swiftly toward us. “Too late, Watson; too late!” cried Holmes as I ran panting to his side. “Fool that I was not to allow for that earlier train! It’s abduction, Watson— abductiojf! Murder! Heaven knows what! Block the road! Stop the horse! That’s right. Now, jump in and let us see if I can repair the consequences of my own blunder.” We had sprung into the dogcart, and Holmes, after turning the horse, gave it a sharp cut with the whip, and we flew back along the road. As we turn¬ ed the curve the whole stretch of road between the hall and the heath was opened up. I grasped Holmes’ arm. “That’s the man!” I gasped. A solitary cyclist was coming toward us. His head was down and his shoul¬ ders rounded as he put every ounce of energy that he possessed on to the pedals. He was flying like a racer. Suddenly he raised his bearded face, saw us close to him and pulled up, springing from his machine. That coal black beard was in singular contrast to the pallor of his face, and his eyes were as bright as if he had a fever. He stared at us and at the dogcart; then a look of amazement came over his face. “Hello! Stop there!” he shouted, holding his bicycle to block our road. “Where did you get that dogcart? Pull up, man!” he yelled, drawing a pistol from his side pocket. “Pull up, I say, or, by George, I’ll put a bullet into your horse.” Holmes threw the reins into my lap and sprang down from the cart. “You’re the man we want, to see. Where is Miss Violet Smith?” he said in his quick, clear way. “That’s what I’m asking you. You’re in her dogcart. You ought to know where she is.” “We met the dogcart on the road. There was no one in it. We drove back to help the young lady.” “Good Lord, good Lord! What shall I do?” cried the stranger in an ecstasy of despair. “They’ve got her—that hell¬ hound Woodley and the blackguard parson. Come, man, come, if you really are her friend. Stand by me, and we’ll save her, if I have to leave my carcass in Charlington wood.” He ran distractedly, his pistol in his hand, toward a gap in the hedge. Holmes followed him, and I, leaving the horse grazing beside the road, fol¬ lowed Holmes. “This Is where they came through,” said he, pointing to the marks of sev¬ eral feet upon the muddy path. “Hello! Stop a minute! Who’s this - in the bush?” It was a young fellow about seve' - teen, dressed like a hostler, with leath¬ er cords and gaiters. He lay upon his back, his knees drawn up, a terrible cut upon his head. He was insensible, but alive. A glance at his wound told me that it had not penetrated the bone. “That’s Peter, the groom!” cried the stranger. “He drove her. The beasts have pulled him off and clubbed him. Let him lie; we can’t do him any good, but we may save her from the worst fate that can befall a woman.” We ran frantically down the path, which wound among the trees. We had reached the shrubbery which surround¬ ed the house when Holmes pulled up. “They didn’t go to the house. Here are their marks on the left—here beside the laurel bushes. Ah, I said so!” As he spoke a woman’s shrill scream —a scream which vibrated with a fren¬ zy of horror—burst from the thick green clump of bushes in front of us. It ended suddenly on its highest note with a choke and a gurgle. “This way! This way! They are in the bowling alley!” cried the stranger, darting, through the bushes. _ “Ah, the STAMPS IOO Java, China&c,un usual value , and also a stamp dictionary & big illustrated list of 1000 bargains, all the above post paid for 2c X Only one lot to each. Stamps in an X album free to agents. 50 p.c.cornmis X sion. A. 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T his big outfit consists of one WORLD stamp album, lat¬ est edition, fully illustrated with cuts of the variou* postage stamps of the world, and provided with spaces for a large collection of 2,300 varieties ; one sheet of best hinge paper for mounting stamps ; one packet of IOO stamps, cataloguing about $1 50, and including : Shanghai, Jamaica (Jubilee, etc.) Bogota, a U. S worth 23c, Argentine, Cuba 50c, unused, of 1875, ’79, ’80, Mexico, Servia, and others ; and our illustrated lists of stamp? and premiums. This collection will give you a good start, and what duplicates you find can ibeexchanged with the boys for other stamps. This great collection free, as a premium, it you will send only 35c for a year’s subscrip¬ tion to this paper, You never before heard of an offer equal to this one, made simply to add 10,000 or more names to our subscription list, f Collection not sold without subscription. REALM, Sta, A, Boston, Mass . BOYS ** AND GIRLS WANTED everywhere to a c t as agents for the Realm. 50 per cent. f you free besides, one package ce taining: 100 foreign stamps, Jamah etc., 1 set 8 Japanese stamps, 1 pack stamp album,4 blank appraval shfeet 1 sample best gum paper, 1 perfai tion gauge, 1 millimeter scale, 1 s 8 obsolete U. S. stamps and revs., ai our bargain lists. Write at once Is fore we withdraw this big offer, g, A. BULLARD & COMPANY .446 Tremont Street, BOSTON . MAS;. coward!/ dogs! Follow me, gentlemen: Too lata, too late, by the living jingo.’’ We had broken suddenly into a love¬ ly glade of greensward surrounded by ancient trees. On the farther side of It, under the shadow of a mighty oak, there stood a singular group of three people. One was a woman, our client, drooping and faint, a handkerchief round her mouth. Opposite her stoo 1 a brutal, heavjjj faced, red mustache i young man, his gaitered legs parted wide, one arm akimbo, the other wav¬ ing a riding crop, his whole attitude suggestive of triumphant bravado. Be¬ tween them an elderly, gray bearded man, wearing a short surplice over a light tweed suit, had evidently just completed the wedding service, for he pocketed his prayer book as we ap¬ peared and slapped the sinister bride¬ groom upon the back in jovial congrat¬ ulation. “They’re married!” I gasped. “Come on!” cried our guide. “Come on!” He rushed across the glade, Holmes and I at his heels. As we ap¬ proached the lady staggered against the trunk of the tree for support. Wil¬ liamson, the ex-clergyman, bowed to us with mock politeness, and the bully, Woodley, advanced with a shout of brutal and exultant laughter. “You can take your beard off, Bob,” said he. “I know you right enough. Well, you and your pals have just come in time for me to be able to in¬ troduce you to Mrs. Woodley.” Our guide’s answer was a singular one. He snatched off the dark beard which had disguised him and threw it on the ground, disclosing a long, sal¬ low, clean shaven face below it. Then he raised his revolver and covered the young ruffian, who was advancing up¬ on him with his dangerous riding crop swinging in his hand. •^ilYes,” said our ally, “I am Bob Car¬ ruthers, and I’ll see this woman right¬ ed if I have to swing for it. I told you what I'd do if you molested her, and, by the Lord, I’ll be as good as my word.” “You’re too late. She’s my wife.” “No; she's your widow.” His revolver cracked, and I saw blood spurt from the front of Wood¬ ley’s waistcoat. He spun round with a scream and fell upon his back, his hid¬ eous red face turning suddenly to a dreadful mottled pallor. The old man, still clad in his surplice, burst into such a string of foul oaths as I have never heard and pulled out a revolver of his own, but before he could raise it he was looking down the barrel of Holmes’ weapon. “Enough of this,” said my friend coldly. “Drop that pistol! Watson, pick it up! Hold it to his head! Thank you. You, Carruthers, give me that revolver. We’ll have no more violence. Come; hand it over!” “Who are you, then?” “My name is Sherlock Holmes.” v “Good Lord!” “You have beard of me, I see. I will represent the official police until their arrival. Here, you!” he shouted to a frightened groom who had appeared at the edge of the glade. “Come here. Take this note as hard as you can ride to Farnham.” He scribbled a few words upon a leaf from his notebook. “Give it to the superintendent at the police station. Until he comes I must detain ;$m all under my personal cus¬ tody.” The strong, masterful personality of Holmes dominated the tragic scene, and all were equally puppets in his hands. Williamson and Carruthers found themselves carrying the wound¬ ed Woodley into the house, and I gave my arm to the frightened girl. The in¬ jured man was laid on his bed, and at Holmes’ request I examined him. I carried my report to where he sat in the old ta^estry^hung dining room with nis two prisoners before him. “He will live,” said I. “What!” cried Carruthers, springing out of his chair. “I’ll go upstairs and finish him first. Do you tell me that that girl, that angel, is to be tied to Roaring Jack Woodley for life?” “You need not concern yourself about that,” said Holmes. “There are two very good reasons why she should under no circumstances be his wife. In the first place, we are very safe in ques¬ tioning Mr. Williamson’s right to sol¬ emnize a marriage.” “I have been ordained,” cried the old rascal. “And also unfrocked.” “Once a clergyman, always a clergy¬ man.” “I think not. How about the li¬ cense?” “We had a license for the marriage. I have it here In my pocket.” “Then yo 1 got it by a trick. But in any case a forced marriage is no mar¬ riage, but It is a very serious felony, as you will discover before you have finished. You’ll have time to think the point out during the next ten years or so, unless I am mistaken. As to you, Carruthers, you would have done bet¬ ter to keep your pistol in your pocket.” “I begin to think so, Mr. Holmes, but when I thought of aU. the precaution 1 had taken to shield this girl—for I loved her, Mr. Holmes, and it is the only time that ever I knew what lo/e was—it fairly droye me mad to think that she was in the power of the great¬ est brute and bully in South Africa—a man whose name is a holy terror from Kimberley to Johannesburg. Why, Mr. Holmes, you’ll hardly believe it, but ever since that girl has been in my employment I never once let her go past this house, where I knew the ras¬ cals were lurking, without following her on my bicycle just to see that she came to no harm. I kept my distance from her, and I wore a beard so that she should not recognize me, for she is a good and high spirited girl, and she wouldn’t have stayed in my employ¬ ment long if she had thought that I was following her about the country roads.” “W T hy didn’t you tell her of her dan¬ ger?” “Because then, again, she would have left me, and I couldn’t bear to face that. Even if she couldn’t love me it was a great deal to me just to see her dainty form about the house and to hear the sound of her voice.” “Well,” said I, “you call that love, Mr. Carruthers, but I should call it selfishness.” “Maybe the two things go together. Anyhow, I couldn’t let her go. Be¬ sides, with this crowd about it was well that she should have some one near to look after her. Then, when the cable came, I knew they were bound to make a move.” “What cable?” Carruthers took a telegram from his pocket. “That’s it,” said he. It was short and concise: “The old man is dead.” “Hum!” said Holmes. “I think I see how things worked, and I can under¬ stand how this message would, as you say, bring them to a head. But while you wait you might tell me what you can.” The old reprobate with the surplice burst into a volley of bad language. “By heaven,” said he, “if you squeal on us, Bob Carruthers, I’ll serve you as you served Jack Woodley! You can bleat about the girl to your heart’s content, for that’s your own affair, but if you round on your pals to this plain clothes copper it will be the worst day’s work that ever you did.” “Your reverence need not be excit¬ ed,” said Holmes, lighting a cigarette. “Tfae je&seAs-clear enough jigaingt vou and all I ask is a few details for my private curiosity. However, if there’s any difficulty in your telling me I’ll do the talking, and then you will see how far you have a chance of holding back your secrets. In the first place, three of you came from South Africa on this game—you, Williamson ^you, Carruth¬ ers, and W T oodley.” “Lie number one,” said the old man. “I never saw either of them until two months ago, and I have never been in Africa in my life, so you can put that in your pipe and smoke it, Mr. Busy¬ body Holmes!” “What he says is true,” said Car¬ ruthers. “Well, well, two of you came over. His reverence is our own homemade article. You had known Ralph Smith in South Africa. You had reason to believe he would not live long. l r ou found out that his niece would inherit his fortune. How’s that—eh?” Carruthers nodded and Williamson swore. “She was next of kin, no doubt, and you were aware that the old fellow would make no will.” “Couldn’t read or write,” said Car¬ ruthers. “So you came over, the two of you, and hunted up the girl. The idea was that one o|^ou was to marry her and the other fufve a share of the plunder. For some reason Woodley was chosen as the husband. Why was that?” “We played cards for her on the voyage. He won.” “I see. You got the young lady into your service, and there Woodley was to do the courting. She recognized the drunken brute that he was and would have nothing to do with him. Mean¬ while your arrangement was rather up¬ set by the fact that you had yourself fallen in love with the lady. l T ou could no longer bear the idea of this ruffian owning her?” “No, by George, I couldn’t!” There was a quarrel between you. He left you in a rage and began to make his own plans independently of you.” “It strikes me, Williamson, there isn’t very much that we can tell this gentleman,” cried Carruthers, with a bitter laugh. “Yes, we quarreled, and he knocked me down. I am level with him on that, anyhow. Then I lost sight of him. That was when he picked up with this cast padre here. I found that they had set up housekeeping to¬ gether at this place on the line that she had to pass for the station. I kept my eye on her after that, for I knew there was some devilry in the wind. I saw them from time to time, for I was anxious to know what they were after. “Two days ago Woodley came up to my house with this cable, which show¬ ed that Ralph Smith was dead. He ask¬ ed me if I would stand by the bargain. I said I would not. He a£ked me if I would marry the girl myself and give him a share. I said I would willingly do so, but that she would not have me. He said, ‘Let us get her married first, and after a week or two she may see things a bit different.’ I said I would have nothing to do with violence, so he went off cursing, like the foul mouthed blackguard that he was, and swearing that he would have her yet. She was leaving me this week end, and I had got a trap to take her to the station, but I was so uneasy in my mind that I followed her on my bicycle. She had got a start, however, and before I could catch her the mischief was done. The first thing I knew about it was when I saw you two gentlemen driving back in her dogcart.” Holmes rose and tossed the end of his cigarette into the grate. “I have been very obtuse, Watson,” said he. “When in your report you said that you had seen the cyclist, as you thought, arrange his necktie .in thashrubbepy that alone should have told me all. However, we may congratulate ourselves upon a cu¬ rious and in some respects a unique case. I perceive three of the county constabulary in the drive, and I am glad to see that the little hostler is able to keep pace with them, so it is likely that neither he nor the interesting bridegroom will be permanently dam¬ aged by their morning’s adventures. I think, Watson, that in your medical capacity you might wait upon Miss Smith and tell her that -if she is suffi¬ ciently recovered we shall be happy to escort her to her mother’s home. If she is not quite convalescent you will find that a hint that we were about to tele¬ graph to a young electrician in the Midlands will probably complete tLj cure. As to you, Mr. Carruthers, I think that you have done what you could to make amends for your share In an evil plot. There is my card, sir, and if my evidence can be of help to you in your trial it shall be at your disposal.” ***** * * In the whirl of our incessant activity it has often been difficult for me, as the reader has probably observed, to round off my narratives and to give those final details which the curious might expect. Each case has been the prelude to another, and the crisis once over the actors have passed forever out of our busy lives. I find, however, a short note at the end of my manu¬ script dealing with this case, in which I have put it upon record that Miss Violet Smith did indeed inherit a large fortune and that she is now the wife of Cyril Morton, the senior partner of Morton & Kennedy, the famous West¬ minster electricians. Williamson and Woodley were both tried for abduction and assault, the former getting seven years and the latter ten. Of the fate of Carruthers I have no record, but I am sure that his assault was not viewed Very gravely by the court, since Wood- ley had the reputation of being a most dangerous ruffian, and I think that a few months were sufficient to satisfy the demands of justice. Afi Autoiftatl^ *Jafiy Inrse. An ingenious Swiss mechanic claims to have invented an automatic baby nurse. The apparatus is attached to a cradle. If the baby cries air waves cause specially arranged wires to op¬ erate a phonograph which sings a lul¬ laby, while simultaneously clockwork fs released which rocks the cradle. When the crying ceases the wire fails to vibrate, and the cradle stops rock¬ ing.—Tit-Bits. He Knew Best. “Henry,” he said to the young man who had been married less than a year and had separated from his wife, “I am very sorry to hear this.” “Well, I married the wrong girl,” was the reply. “How wrong?” “Why, I should have married Kate instead of Kate’s sister.” “But, good lands, man, Kate’s sister is redheaded and has a temper like a wildcat She’d surely have broken your neck inside of a month.” “Y 7 es, I know, and that’s the sort of girl I ought to have married.” Pretty Bold. Dorothy is overheard having an ani¬ mated conversation with a painter at work in the house, and to him she is telling any bits of family news that come into her head. 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To hold 160, 20c doz. ^40 Midget approval sheets to hold I to 10 stps, ioc. 25 Blank sheets to hold 25 stps, ioc. .12 sheets to hold 60 stps, ioc, Bx 1000 [hinges already bent for use; something 'new; ioc. Gum paper 4c sheet. Perfo- ration^gauge with millimeter scale, 5c. V.r* - ■ ‘ 1 " Pocket microscope, 17c; w'ii J . 25 printed envelopes for packets of stamps, 7c; 100, 23c. 25 better envelopes, 9c; 100, 29c. 25 printed envelps. for coin collectors, log. Dealer’s stock of stamps, al¬ bums, etc., $1.15; better, $2.65. ^ Buy of the publishers & importers and save money. *A. BULLARD & COMPANY 446 Tremont Street y BOSTON , MASS. STAMP 8 Xl PACKETS u EAD this list over carefully. You will find greater bargains here than in any other list published. Every stamp we sell is guaran¬ teed to be genuine. These prices are for perfect stamps only. m Packet ZK contains 14 rare Honduras envelope and wrapper Stamps, Unused, 1890-92, a fine collection, all different, cf some of the most beautiful stamps ever print¬ ed, being large anddistin t specimens. Catalogue value, 70c. Our price only 15 CBIlts, which is on'y about one- fifth of what they ?ire actually worth This is the greatest bargain ever of¬ fered by any stamp concern in America. 44444444444444444444444444 444444444444* Packet ZL contains a collection of 24 4 different used postage stamps from China a' d ^ | pan only. Worth abou' 30c by catalogue, but we are selling them u hile they last tor only 13 which L less than the wholesale price. This is one of our special bargain packets* ♦44444444444 444444444444444444444444 444 Packet SUl contains 100 all different U. S. stamps, no revenues, but practically all issues, including departments. An excellent collec¬ tion in itself. Worth over $3.00. Our price, postpaid, $1.00. Packet SU2 contains 500 all obsoh te, mixed U. S stamps- This packet contains duplicates. Price, postpaid, .30 Packet SU3 contains 32 different U. S. stamps, all obsolete, no revenues, 1861-1902, including stamps from every commemorative issue. — _ — Worth 40 cents. | Postpaid only.IO 6 Packet ZG contains 11 different! Belgium Postal Pac ket stamps, 1895-190’. | These large and attractive stamps are ac- a tually worth about 50c, but we are selling 1 the packet for only 10 cents, as a leader | to show you what ice can do.-| Postpaid, only.$ Packet ZH contains 10 different stamps from Porto Rico, 1800- 96, rare and high values. Worth about $1.75 but since they are can¬ celled by a small punch hole (which actually does not injure the specimen so much as a heavy ink cancellation ) we are closing them out at only, postpaid. . 20e 444444444444444 4444* Packet Z1 contains ro different stamps from Egypt only, including rare envel¬ ope ^and official stamps. The set is worth about 25c, but as this is one of our leaders we are selling the packet for on* ▲ ly 7c, this being less than }%d of the regular price. Postage one 4 ce'nt extra unless other goods are ordered with this packet. X ►4444444 44444444 444444444,444* *4444 44*4 Packet U contains a vei) fine collection of 29 all different Venezuelan postage stamps, 1879-1900, including early lith¬ ographic printings, perfora- ti ms, surcharges and stamps worth 15 to 20c each. Value, about $1.50. Our price, post free, 60c Packet Z contains 50 different postage stamps from Mexico only, including about all issues; a grand collection in itself and very cheap considering the quality of the stamps contained in this superb packet. Post free $)OC Packet ZA contains 25 different Australian postage stamps. It includes "Tasmania (Jubilee), Victoria 1881 ip green worth 10 cts, and other fine stamps. Actually worth 50c. BARGAIN PRICE, 17 Cts. 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