Miss Caprice

the same time it seems as strange to me to think Pauline Potter can be here-that the Chicago actress whom I once ad

pposed to be Luther Keene brought?" asks Philander, showing unexpected business qu

sily enough by the red l

a light alon

l probability,

are at the door of the domicile mark

remembers that his mother crossed this threshold o

e wide-awake, vigilant John Craig who met the advance

ocker," says

ght a ponderous sound ensues, a hollow clamor that is

er, "it's a great piece of lu

" demands hi

ld arouse the dead,"

hdrawn, proving that the inmates of the house on the Strada Mezzodi do not have

door is

nterior of this Valetta house, and in the brilliant

in such an event. He hopes the man

g," he says,

ns the saluta

eman of the house on b

u Docto

is my

lexande

e s

Chic

, my friend

rising reply, and the professor calls his

faithful servitor of the house

said Doct

ds Philander,

outside. I will give

or laughs i

an't go anywhere but with me. Fetch two cha

appears perplexed. Jo

y companion, my interpreter. It is necessa

ay; the man backs down and

st point

goes on ahead. The professor takes advantage of the opportunity presente

ou noti

ks the you

rds exactly that were used at the hote

r. I imagine that must be the

der ch

the mark than that, my boy, wh

n you me

an. Notice his walk; doesn'

resemblance. Yes, I believe it is the same man. Really, this affair grows

act of their guide ushering them into a

he says, an

rill to think that he may be looking upon a scene which was only recently

the rustle of skirts, and kn

tion produced in John's quivering, expectant hear

ohn, who knows it is only

d in a peculiar habit, the insignia of an order; a heavy black gown, corded at the waist, with a

ee, as a gauze vail hi

ld seem to vie with each other in creating strange c

and bows; ditto Philander, who keeps a little in hi

some charitable organization which has set rules for dress and d

, at the same time wondering whether she

m she is as familiar with the English langua

Doctor Craig. I hav

e, madame, since I sent

e bird sent

er your abode without

news, Doct

is t

order; the dear sister who has consecrated her life to charity, and who, u

feeling that perhaps Heaven means to b

her, would hear from her own lips the story of the past.

In her hand she carried a paper, an American daily. I glanced at it to see if I could learn the truth, and saw it there as plain

he next day's paper refuted the lie, and e

f the same paper, and there she read the truth. Sister Magdalen was all sm

e now?" holding his

ee her again unless she chances to be one of three lay d

e hope; let me know

ay, Doctor Craig," is the a

the idea what

r the good of your order if you will br

eed five hundred dollars to endow a

be yours;

e an hour goes by you shall be in a fair way to look upon the face of

not suspicious enough to put

order to gain this consummation of

content to remain

the latter nods, for it all

ame," says the

s they take her to be,

she says, and

tones, while John wonders when so great a revolution in the affairs of

rying a small tray upon which are seen a crystal bottle full of

island. It is as harmless as water, but refreshing. It is our simple habit to invite our guests to join us in this way; we bel

hould

essor, and in turn the

happiness; we will join you in your

," noticing his

serio

is day. I am proud to have the her

ease do not

ce and an anise-seed cake, for this

his tongue, all of which relate to Sister Magdalen, but he does not put them, for

John Craig, M.D., has sense enough to notice two things; the hand that holds the glass is

what this woman, who wears such a strange habit, can

thing he believes, and yet somehow lacks the energy to open it, turns

s are deadened; nothing would surprise him

e back of the chair is very comfo

, face, a fair face, surrounded by golden curls, that looks down upon him, as with a stage laug

belongs to Pa