Life — June 13, 1901 — page 14: what you’re looking at

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512 “Mr. Grandel.” jrandel advance of light where th it were into thecircle ther two seemingly ir nimbus of the ; having been, as Crenden rthe Truth the hand Mrs, Fraydor so artially somal himself put it, » undel tool unreservedly extende There was a luminc Grandel finall, in” the too tri immensely Uh 1 conventionality of third party, brought “ Dear lady, wh er all ir” Mrs. Fraydor gave it mature refleetic “Your being here must in some measure out, explain “ But Teame to you expecting in 1 lous magnitude to be enlightened “You see,” said Cr vel- Mrs ydor has nden, as 1 it out, * Me. ydor puzz! laid injuneti “Oh!” cr definitely knows?" “then he, too, ly feels, has inklings, you unders Mrs. Fraydor meanwhile clusion. “The advisability of getting him aws kes me immeasurably,” she brought ot But in that case th vacant,” me to a con- numbers would be remonstrated. Fraydor wearily everything. T leave being so allied as to the sighed. “I have te it to you, we thre beautiful ending Crenden bending over the teacups seemed to wonderfully receive some inspiration from their rococo shapes and gilded edges. His she clasped Mrs, Fraydor's hand in taking his leave, was fairly radiant. “1 Paris,” he declared, “find the key eautiful ending.” Six months later Crenden, in returning to England a very much wasted figure after the deep inroads of a tossing fever, found andel waiting for him his Bloomsbury rescent lodgings. “This is a weleome!" bring out a tired Grandel ner ox on th Crenden’s 4 tiqui He managed to nile sly fingered an antique table. Everything in rtment was respectably an- Grandel remarkably and pointlessly soul wo . seeing Crenden’s Jong, angular hose, if the respectable antique ancestors to. whom the respectable antiques had belonged would approve of the their pre with Crenden, t view, not darin; n tol Lowner in his v the palpitating thinking it best for his own part, to hold net ern nN suse: back until time should have repaired the nivages, his great news, He sat and breakfasted nervously, his mind surprisingly reverting to the antiques, being so in every vital point reined in. He tly, promising again on the follow- Jay to breakfast with the invalid. Their next interview proved no more satisfactory, but on the third day Grandel, unable h ly to suppress the too invad- ing thought, breathed the word ** at which Crenden grew visibly older: “Ah, Paris,” he fairly groaned. “Was it at the outset ——" his inter- locutor paused. “ At the very beginning, the first day. It scemed so fated, he had been there but two days before. Grandel was tense, aris, CONVENIENCES, “But, perhaps,” he wailed, ‘it would not have mattered, for Mrs. Fraydor.” Crenden was by this paci “Mes. Fraydor?” — His question had in it the fear of the certainty of the reply. “Is dead. Died while you were down with fever, and I, poor fool, shooting at Lord Blanderson’s.” “Was nobody “Not a living soul, She Brick Terraces. Her maid had some con- fused idea of a message, but Fraydor, with immense promptitude, managed her dis- appearanc “Then the numbers —" Crenden was so weary he could scarcely bring it out. “Will remain forever unsolved.” Grandel finished it for him with definite sadness. Mabel McGinnis, ing the floor. as down at comicbooks.com