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Show building where Hilton Hanhj main tained a duplex apartment. Mr Smucker was in an unusual frame of mind. Whereas bis viewpoint was often confus&d, and his rebellion a silent one. be now saw things with a dreadful clarity. tie was vocal. He told the subway guard that ere long those alio cheerfully wore the livery of oppressing capitalists would he offered the opportunity to revolt. If they refused, they would toil iD deep mines, abject serfs of an emancipated proletariat. When the liveried elevator starter at the Hnnhy apartment Douse In tercepted Mr. Smucker and desired to know his business, the Weehawken philosopher saw In this precaution only another Instance of the tyranny of the rich; and when after some delay, he was shown Into his em ployer's rooms, he was overripe for speech. The girl who opened the door looked at him coldly as she de mamied his name. "Tell Hanby, Smucker Is here!" be said loudly. "A. Smucker!" "1 asked your name, not what yon were." she retorted. "My name is Smucker Adolf Smucker and llanhy has to see me at once!" He was shown Into a small room which led, as Investigation proved, to a gallery running along one side of the apartment Below him was a 4ft cn his feet when she reached fbe dining room. "Family and friends!" he began. "Best of families, best of friends! I stand before you tonight at the ripe age of four and forty. I have not only an announcement to make 1 have also a confession. I have concealed con-cealed my name from even my wife. You have hitherto known me as plalD Hilton Hanby." "Nnt exactly plain," his wife laughed. "1 could never have married mar-ried a plain man !" "Best of wives!" he murmured. I have deceived you. Almost half a century ago my mother was drown ing in one of our picturesque rivers. A handsome stranger sprang In snd rescued her. Later they were married, mar-ried, and her first son she calied hj the name of that superb stream. My true name Is Housatonic Hilton HhQ by. At school I was known as Tonic. At college they called me Tony When I married I dropped the name because be-cause my wife was from Cleveland and would not have understood. To night I resume It publicly. There are reasons. 1 am now lord of the manor. I have territorial obligations. Boys and girls. I have been a hard worker, and I have prospered. Fifteen Fif-teen years ago, when I was young in the woolen business, I took, In payment of a bad debt, sixty acres of land near Los Angeles." "And you've struck oil there?' asked Cella, his eldest daughter. "No this Is a true story. I have subdivided what was formerly a rocky, goat-infested hill. It is now Wyldwood. famous as the queen of hillside residential parks." "Dream on !" said Junior, Hanby's son, who was a Yale sophomore, and therefore given to doubting the en thusiasms of his elders. "No dream, my worthless lad. but a fact! I have the money. Half of It I have spent this afternoon. Know, beloved ones, that I have realized the ambitions of a lifetime. About a hundred miles away, near the peaceful peace-ful village of Pine Plains, Housatonic Housa-tonic H. Hanby owns a lordly estate. In this historic home, this feudal fastness, he will dispense hospitality of the sort his position entails. On his private golf course bis friends will pry gobs of turf from their beds as they now do weekly at Wytagyl and Garden City. On his tennis courts, grass and concrete, his children chil-dren will play under his able tutelage, tute-lage, until they go In triumph to Forest For-est Hills. There Sir Housatonic has a lake, wherein bass and trout await the anglers' fly. There his children will find a swimming pool not yet built, however which will make the best that Pasadena and Hollywood have to offer look like frog ponds." "Oh, dad!" Cella cried. "Is this real, or do we wake hp now?" In answer he passed photographs around. The Gray house was a fact, not a mere hope. t "Wonderful!" saIdMit. Bishop, one of Dina's close friends."- "But the help problem in a thirty-room house is appalling. You won't get any one to stay." "Mary!" Hanby called out. The girl was arranging glasses In the anteroom. "You heard what I've been saying?" Mary flushed a little. "1 couldn't help it, sir," she apologized. apolo-gized. "Go and ask the others If they'll come to the Gray house." "They'll come," said Mary eagerly. "Ask them," Mrs. Bishop commanded. com-manded. "New York hert simply hates the country. We tried it out, and we know." Mary came back. "They're crazy lo go, sir." "1 don't know how you do It," said Mrs. Bishop. "It's easy," said Hanby. "We treat em as It they were human. Hanby stal led as a si range but somehow familiar voice broke In. "They gave a feast the night tie-fore tie-fore Waterloo I" shouted the voice, from the distant balcony. "It's that Mucker," Mary said. The idea I" "Smucker," Hanby corrected. "1 had forgotten uli about him. Tell him I'll he there in a moment." "He's got his nerve!" saiil Junior. "Besides, the people who gave the feast before Waterloo won the bat lie. Dad. I hale thai man! I wih you'd tire him. Whenever I go to Hie office, he tries lo head me off from seeing you." "He- wishes lo save me money." said llaahy. rising. Mary descended wrathfully on Smucker. He was conscious that hiy intellectual superiority was lust on her. In I he slangy, expressive phrase of her class, she gave Smucker net ' opinion of him fTO BE L'ONT INLEO.) -CHXHHD-frrKKH0MOv What the 3 E Gray House Hid I fit - t " The Mystery of a Haunted Mansion 2! i I - 3 3 by Wyndham Martyn I W. N. TJ. Service Copyright by Wyndham Martyn - THE STORY Hilton Hanby, prosperous New Tork merchant, has purchased a country place the Gray house, near Pine Plains. Miss Selenos, a former tenant of the Gray house, calls at his ome and warns him that the house Is under un-der a curse. Further alarming details are impressed upon Adolf Smucker, Hanby's secretary, by a man who claims to have been chauffeur for Sir Stanford Seymour, Sey-mour, former occupant of the place. CHAPTER I Continued 2 . "Julius Caesar was a small man." he said suddenly, much to his host's amazement. "So was Napoleon. So Is Lloyd George." He bent over the table, as If Imparting a profound secret se-cret "So was the master of them all my idol, Lenin." Mr. Smucker touched his receding forehead with a dramatic gesture. "Don't think, because be-cause you are twice as big, that you can outmatch me here!" Again he smote his brow. "That's all right," said the other pacifically. "Benny Leonard ain't a big man, and 1 guess he's pretty good. So was the baby that steered Black Sand and won one thousand iron men for daddy. You wouldn't be where you are today if you hadn't got the gray matter. Say, do you believe be-lieve in haunted houses?" "1 don't believe In haunted houses," Smucker asserted, "nor in the immortality im-mortality of the soul. I'm away be yond that religious bunk!" "I didn't believe In haunted houses when I first went up there with Mr. Seymour. I was like you conceited bone-headed. I thought 1 knew it all and then some." The stranger had a cold and compelling eye. He looked at Mr. Smucker In a way that dis pelled many of the secretary's theories. the-ories. He leaned over the table. ''It's line and dandy to hold them beliefs when you ain't been put to the testl" "I don't get you," said Mr. Smuck er Irritably. "You will," said the other simply "1 used to be chauffeur for Mr. Sey mour up at the Gray house. His two kids died up there. There's a cuise on that place. The man that had It before lost his wife. Nothing the matter with her until she went up to Dutchess county. Bo, there's rjme-thing rjme-thing In the lake there that calls peo pie to It. The man who had It after Seymour and me was warned. Sey mour said he went there on his own -V responsibility. I'll say Seymour was square about warning him. Well. sir. I hut man was found drowned In that d d lake. The doctors couldn't find a thing the matter, except he was drowned. It's a bad place to live In I know! I was there for two years The stranger's voice sank to a whisper. whis-per. 'You feel like people are watching you ull the time," he went on. "When you wake up. you think there's' pej pie at the fool of youi bed, ami wt:n you switch on the light it seems like you catch them going away out ot the tall of your eye. The help won't stay there. They knowl Mr. Seymour-he's Seymour-he's a lord or something now-brought now-brought out an old cook from K.ng land She went bughouse from wha' she saw." "Do you expect nie to believe that?' Smucker said. "No," said the other. "You ain't got the education to understand. Mr llanhy may. All I ask you to do. If you want to keep your Job. Is to try and prevent him from taking his fain iiy up there to live." Smucker bitterly resented the strictures on his education. He thought of many cutting things to say, but words did not come easily Ills brain seethed with hrillianl still born speeches. After a time he galh tred his wits together. "It amounts to this," he said. "You wani me to warj Hanby before it's too late." "I don t give a d n whcthei you do or not." returned the stranger. "I've got It off m conscience. If you warn them to go their death. It's up in you. Any mar taking his family there Is killing em. Just as much as If he fed em strychnine in their soup What do I get foi this? Not a d n Ihing' I'm out a dinner. "That," said Smucker quickly, "Is your own financial liability." . "I'm no piker," said the other "Hey, Pat, bring a couple ot them cigars that Morgan smokes, anil some black coffee. My friend here has an Important date." CHAPTER II At nine o'clock Mr. Smucker stood outside the Gothic entrance of (he "What Do I Get for This? Not a D d Thlngl I'm Out a Dinner." spacious drawing-room. Through an arched opening Smucker could see a party of diners. Dining, and It was past nine o'clock 1 This, then, was what a duplex apartment meant. The Smuckers had never been quite sure. They were certain only that It was a symptom of the criminal extravagance of the un taxed rich, won at the cost of the workers. "Old Smucker here?" Hanby exclaimed. ex-claimed. "Are you sure?" He turned to his wife. "Dina, do you hear thai? Smucker from the ollice Is here." "That odious little man I Well, he won't mind waiting until we have finished. You'd better send him a cocktail or something. You can't leave us, lust as you are going to spring this great surprise." Dina Hanby turned to one of the servants "Mary, ask Mr Smucker to be kind enough to wait, and ask If he'd like a cocktail. See If he will leave a message." Mr. Smucker looked at the cocktail greedily. Some day pretty girls like this one In neat black and white should bring him cocktails when he thirsted: hut they should nnl sneer at him. If they sneered, they should be lashed. "Mr. llanhy asks you to wait." said Mary Sloan, not softening the blow "He's busy. They're in the middle of. dinner." "At half past nine?" "That's what I said. Mr Mucker." "Smucker, Smucker!" "As he won't be through yet awhile. Mr Smnckersmiicker. do you want to send a message?" "No!" (he man roared. "1 won't; Absolutely I will not ! Tell him and his wife 1 come on a mailer ot life timl death. Tell him to leave hl boon companions for a moment, and he will go back lo ihem a saddened nam !" Willi the possible except Inn ol Adolph Smucker. llanhy had not an enemy In world. His children adored him, nnrl his help remained until removed by marriage or death Mnry hurried hack. She was Inter esleri In the annoiincemeni her em ployei was about to make. He was |