"All this seemed to me singularly considerate and delicate behavior
on the part of Mr. Conway.

"As dramatic situations and literary effects are foreign to my
purpose I will explain at once that Mr. Barting was dead. He had
died in Nashville four days before this conversation. Calling on
Mr. Conway, I apprised him of our friend's death, showing him the
letters announcing it. He was visibly affected in a way that
forbade me to entertain a doubt of his sincerity.

"'It seems incredible,' he said, after a period of reflection. 'I
suppose I must have mistaken another man for Barting, and that man's
cold greeting was merely a stranger's civil acknowledgment of my
own. I remember, indeed, that he lacked Barting's mustache.'

"'Doubtless it was another man,' I assented; and the subject was
never afterward mentioned between us. But I had in my pocket a
photograph of Barting, which had been inclosed in the letter from
his widow. It had been taken a week before his death, and was
without a mustache."



A WIRELESS MESSAGE



In the summer of 1896 Mr. William Holt, a wealthy manufacturer of
Chicago, was living temporarily in a little town of central New
York, the name of which the writer's memory has not retained. Mr.