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"I did .not see the register at the
inn. I did not know till afterwards
that we were not booked. Once up
stairs, I refused to remove my hat or
my veil or my coat until he brought
his friend to me. He pretended to be
very angry over his friend's failure
to be there beforehand, as he had
promised. He ordered a supper
served In the room. I did not eat any
thin& Somehow I was beginning to
understand, vaguely of course, but
surely-and bitterly, Mr. Wrandall.
Suddenly he threw off the mask.
"He coolly informed me that he
knew the kind of a girl I was. I had
been.on the stage. He said it was no
use ti-ying to work the marriage game
n-Im. He was too 'old a bird and
S too ise to fall for that. Those were
whiswords. I was horrifled, stunned.
When I began to cry Qut in. my fury,
be laughed at me but swore he would
marry me even at that if it were not
';I for -the fact that he was already mar
-Aled. . -. I tried to leave the room.
Be held me. He kissed me a hundred
vies before, I could break- away. 1
tried to scream. . . A little
agt on,.when I was absolutely des
erute, I-I snatched up the knife.
There was nothing else left for me
d'o I struck at him. He fell back
A e bed. . ... Istole out of the
Souse-oh hours and hours afterward
emed. to me. I cannot tell you
-long I stood there watching hi._
I was crazea by fear. I
KR ond WrandaDl held up /his
spare you the fest( Miss
-he, said, his voice oarse
i-unnaturaL "There is, n need to
You-you understand? You do be
'me?" she cried.
131 looked down ath. wife's bowed
- ad and received no sign from her;
then'at the white, d wn faces of his
They me s gaze and he
something in eir eyes.
I thinkjo story is so convinc
ng- .-could not endure the
shame of having. it repeated to the
"I-I cannot ask you to forgive me,
sir I only .ask you to believe me,"
she 'murmured brokenly. "I-I am
ior it had to be. God is my witness
that there was no other way."
Mr. Carroll came to his feet. There
were tears in his eyes.
"I think, Mr. Wranidall, you will now
.. appreciate my m'otives in-"
"Pardon me, Mr. Carroll, if I sug
gest that Miss Castleton does not re
-J quire any defense at present," said
Mr. Wrandall stiffly. "Your motives
were doubtless .good. Will ypu be so
good as to conduct us to a room where
we, may-may be alone for a short
There was something tragic in the
nan's face. His son and daughter
-arose as- i moved by an instinctive
-realfration of a duty, and perhaps for
the first time in their lives were sub
missive to an influence they had never
-quite recognized before-a father's
rmnalterable .right to ,command. For
K mene in their lives they were meek
.y- n his presence. They stepped to his
ai"< de and stood waiting, and neither
dio theny spoke.
~. Mr. Wrandall laid his hand heavily
hisn wife's shoulder. -She- s..arted,
looked up rather vacantly, ..ad then
arose without -msistance. Ae did not
make the mistake ot offering to assist
her. He knew too well that to ques
* Ttad Was Nothing Else Left for Me
'tion her strength now would be but to
nyavte weakness. She was strong. He
knew her well.
-Shie stood straight and firm for a
few seconds, trans~A.ng Hetty with a
look that seemed to bore into the very
soul of her, and then spoke.
"You ask us to be your judges?"
"I ask you to judge not me alone
but-your son as well," said Hetty,
meeting her look steadily. "You can
not pronounce me innocent without
pronouncing him guilty. It will be
Sasa raised her head from her arms.
- Ycua know the way into my sitting
-room, Leslie," she said, with singular
- irectnasss. Then she arose and drew
her flire to its full height. "Please
DIDN'T flEAD ALL THE SIGNS
Amateur SIeouth Should Have Noticed
-That Hi-s Victim Was a Man of
* Quick Temper.
The one was a young man with the
light of ambition to be a detective
shining in his eyes; the other a mid
dle-aged man, who was reading a news
'Great man, wasn't he?" queried
teyugman at last.
"Who?" asked the other as he looked
'So T've heard."
"Bat there -are .others," continued
-he young man as a anile of self-satis
action lighted up his face.
neetvw . You are a bookkeeper.
remember that it is I who am to be
judged. Judge me as I have judged
you. I am not asking for mercy."
Hetty Impulsively threw her arms
about the rigid figure, and swept a
pleading look from one to the other
of the four stony-faced Wrandalls.
They turned away wit'azt a word
or a revealing look, and slowly moved
of In the direction of the boudoir.
They who reinained behind stood still,
motionless as statues. It was Vivian
who opened the library door. She
closed it after the others had passed
through, and did not look behind.
. * * * * * *
Half an hour passed. Then the door
was opened and the tall old man ad
vanced into the room.
"We have found against my son,
Miss Castleton," he said, his lips
twitching. "He Is not here to speak
for himself. bqt he has already been
udged. We, his family, apologize to
you for what you have suffered from
the conduct of one of us. Not one but
all of us believe the story you have
.told. It must never be retold. We
ask this of all of you. It is not in
our hearts to thank Sara for shielding
you, for her hand Is still raised
against .uf. We are fair and just.
If yoj had come to us on that
wret,ched night and told the story
of, ray son's infamy, we, the Wrandalls,
vfould have stood between you and the
'law. The law could not have touched
you then; it shall not touch you now.
Our verdict,- if you choose to call it
that, is sealed. No man shall ever.
hear from the. lips of a Wrandall the
smallest part of what has transpired
here tonight. Mr. Carroll, you were
right. We thank you for the counsel
that led this unhappy girl to place her
self In our hands."
"Oh, God, I thank thee-I thank
thee!" burst from the lips of Sara
Wrandall. She strained Hetty to her
"It is not for us to judge you, Sara,"
said Redraond Wrandall, speaking with
difficulty. "You are your own judge.
and a -harsh one you will find yourself.
As for ourselves, we can only look
upon your unspeakable design as the
working of a temporarily deranged
mind. You could never have carried
It out You are an honest woman. At
the last you would have revolted, even
with victory assured. Perhaps Leslie
is the only one who has a real griev
ance against you In this matter. I
am convinced that he loved Miss
Castleton deeply. The worst hurt is
his, and he has been your most dd
voted advocate during all the years
of bitterness that has existed between
you and us. You thought to play him
a foul trick. You could not have car
ried it to the end. We leave you to
pass judgment on yourself.".
"I have already done so, Mr. Wran
dall," said Sara. "Have .I not ac
cused myself before you? Have I not
confessed to the only crime, that has
been committed? I am not proud of
"You have hated us well."
"And you have hated me. The crirhe
you hold ane guilty of was committed
years ago. It 'was when I robbed you
of your sop. To thity.day I am the
leper in your pathi. 1may be forgiven
for all else, but nrot' ,or allowing Chal
lis Wrandall to become the husband
of Sebastian Gooch's daughter. That
Is the unpardonable sin."
Mr. Wrandall was silent for a mo
"You still are Sebastian Gooch's
daughter," he said flistinctly. "You
cai never be anythJ 'g else." '
She paledl. " 1. s last transaction
proves It, you W(ould say?"
"This last trtnsaction, yes."
S'he lookad -about her with troubled,
"I-I wonder If that can be true,"
she mur'nured, rather piteously. "Am
I so different from the rest of you?
Is th blood to blame?"
"Nonsense!" exclaimed Mr. Carroll
nervously. "Don't be silly, Sara, my
child. That is not what Mr. Wran
Wrandall turned his face away.
"You loved as deeply as you hate,
Sara," he said, with a curious twitch
ing~of. his chin. "My son was your god.
We are not Insensible to that. Per
haps we have never realized until now
the depth and breadth of your love
for him. Love Is a bitter judge of Its
enemies. It knows no mercy, it
knows no reason. Hate may be con
quered by love, but love cannot be con-1
quered by hate. You had reason to
hate my son. Instead you persisted In
your love for him. Wewe owe you
something for that, Sara. We owe
you a great deal more than I find
myself able to express in words."
Leslie entered the room at this in
stant. He had his overcoat on and
carried his gloves and hat in his
"We are ready, father," he said
After a moment's hesitation, he
crossed over to Hetty, who stood be
'I-I can now understand why you
refused to marry me, Miss Castleton,"
he said, in a queer, jerky manner.
"Won't you let me say that I wish
you all the happiness still to be found
in this rather uneven world of ours?"
The crowning testimonial to an ab
solutely sincere ego.
try, as your bow legs tell at a glance.[
You are something of a sport, as I as
sured myself when I saw you reading
that article about Corbett. From the
way you cock your eye I should be
willing to bet that you are fond of the
ballet and always have a front seat."
"Is that all?"
"That's about all, and I'd like to
know if I have hit you off?"
"If that is all, then let me tell you
something. You are an acrobat."
"Acrobat-ha! ha! ha t What makes
you think that?"
"Because," said the other, as he
seized him by the neck and knee and
carried him out to the platform; "be
cause you take such a beautiful tumn
ble to yourself."
And he lifted him up and gave him
a heave which landed him in the mud'
and left him sprawling over half a
Y !U r o457z/VY: C&,
On the third day after the singular
trial of Hetty Castleton in Sara's li
brary, young Mrs. Wrandall's motor
drew up in front of a lofty office build
ing in lower Broadway; its owner
stepped down from the limousine and
entered the building. A few moments
later she walked briskly into the
splendid offices of Wrandall & Co.,
private bankers and steamship-own
ers. The clerks in the outer offices
itared for a moment in significant
surprise, and then bowed respectfully
to the beautiful silent partner i the
It was the first time she had been
seen in the offces since the tragic
vent that had served to make her a
member of the firm. A boy at the in
rormation desk, somewhat impressed
by her beauty and the trim elegance
:f her long black broad-tall coat, to
say nothing of the dark eyes that
'What's This?" He Demanded, Sharply.
hone through the narrow veil, forgot
the dignity of his office and went so
!ar as to politely ask her who she
wanted to see and "what name,
The senior clerk rushed forward
mid transfixed the new boy with a
"A new boy, Mrs. Wrandall," he
nade haste to explain. To the new
boy's surprise, the visitor was con
lucted with much bowing and scrap
ng into the private offices, where no
>ne ventured except by special edict
>f the powers.
"Who was it'" he asked, in some
awe,-of a veteran stenographer who
3ame up and sneered at him.
"Mrs. Challis Wrandall, you little
simpleton," said she, and for once he
'ailed to snap back.
It is of record that for nearly two
whole days, he was polite to every vis
tor who approached him and was
generally worth his salt.
Sara found herself in the close lit
le room that once had been her hus
band'a, but was now eacrupulously held
n reserve for her own use. Rather a
waste of space, she felt as she look~d
bout the office. The clerk dusted akn
easy chair and threw open the long
2nused desk near the window.
"We are very glad to see you here,
nadam," he said. "This room hasn't
yeen used much, as you may observe.
[s there anything I can do for you?"
She continued her critical survey of
:he room. Nothing had been changed
since the days when she used to visit
ier husband here on occasions of rare
social importance: .such as calling to
:ake him out to luncheon, or to see
:hat he got safely home on rainy after
2oons. The big picture of a steamship
still hung on the wall across the room.
Ber own photograph, in a silver fra-me
stood in one of the recesses of the
lesk. She observed that there was
L clean white blotter there, too; but
:he ink wells appeared to be empty,
f she was to judge by the look of
shagrin on the clerk's face as he in
pected them. Photographs of polo
scenes in which Wrandall was a prom
nent figure, hung about the walls,
with two or three pictures of his favor
te ponies, and one of a ragged gipsy
irl with wonderful eyes, carrying a
nonkey in a crude wooden cage strap
>ed to her back. On closer observa
ion one would have recognized Sara's
eculiarly gipsy-like features in the
ace of the girl, and then one would
ate ,noticed the caption written in
ud ink at the bottom of the photo
traph: "The Trumbell's Fancy Dress
all, January 10, '07. Sara as Gipsy
With a start, Sara came out of her
ainful reverie. She passed her hand
>ver her eyes, and seemed thereby to
>t the polite senior clerk back into
he picture once more.
"No, thank you. Is Mr. Redmond
randall down this afternoon?"
"He came in not ten minutes ago.
d'. Leslie Wrandall is also here.
hall I tell Mr. Wrandall you wish to
"You may tell him that I am here,
f yolf please," she said.
"I amr very sorry about the ink
vels, madam," murmured the clerk.
'We-we were not expecting-"
~nother crosses herself repeatedly be
ore taking her cue, and one famous
inger known throughout Europe Is in
he habit of kissing her mother good
ye and receiving her blessing be
ore going on to sing.
A well-known pianist used to carry
Sblack cat about with her wherever
he played. Doubtless there are
many who are similarly superstitious,
hough they may not readily own to
t.-Manchester Evening News.
Sign In the Snowstorm.
Walking from Hope to Hayfield by
a path over the moors, writes a corre
spondent of the Manchester Guardian,
[found the hilly, v h snow.
A freezing-sast wind ma hings
nything but pleasant. At one sint
[hdto admit that Ihad lost myw ',
nd it was with relief that I found
rR/h 7,7 1 Y R/O9/IDM ED & ECAj
"Pray don't let it disturb you, Mr.
Bancroft. I shall not use them to
"They will be properly filled b to
He disappeared. She relaxed tn the
familiar, comfortable old leather-cush
ioned chair, and closed her eyes.
There was a sharp little line between
them, but it was hidden by the veil.
The door opened slowly tnd Red
mond Wrandall came into the room.
She arose at once.
"This is-er-an unexpeeted pleas
ure, Sara," he said perplexed and ill
at-ease. He stopped just Inside the
door he had been careful to close be
hind him, and did not offer her his
"I came down to attend to some
business, Mr. Wrandall," she said.
"Business?" he repeated, staring.
She took note of the tired, haggard
look in his eyes, and the tightly
"I intend to dispose of my entire in
terest in Wrandall & Co.," she an
He took a step forward, plainly
startled by the declaration.
"What's this?" he demanded sharp
"We may as well speak plainly, Mr.
Wrandall," she said. "You do not
care to have me remain a member of
the firm, nor do I blame you, for feel
ing as you do about it. A year ago
you offered to buy mo out-or off, ad
I took it to be at the time. I had rea
ions then for not selling out to you.
Today I am ready either to buy or to
"You-you amaze me," he exclaim
"Does you offer of last December
"I-I think we would better have
Leslie in, Sara. This is most unex
pected. I don't quite feel up to--"
"Have Leslie in by all means," she
said, resuming her seat.
He hesitated a moment, opened his
lips as if to speak, and then abruptly
left the room.
Many minutes passed before the two
Wrandalls put in an appearance. She
understood the delay. They were
telephoning to certain legal'advisers.
"What's this I hear, Sara?" demand
ed Leslie, extending his hand after a
She shook hands with him, not list
lessly but with the vigor born of nerv
"I don't know what you've heard,"
she said pointedly.
His slim fingers went searching for
the end of his moustache.'
"Why-why, about selling out to
us," he stammered.
"I am willing to retire from the firm
of Wrandall '& Co.," she said.
"Father says the business'is as good
as it was a year ago, but I don't agree
with him," said the son, trying to
"Then you don't care to repeat your
"Well, the way business has been
"Perhaps you would prefer to sell
out to me," she remarked quietly.
"Not at all!" he said quickly, with
a surprised glance at his father. "We
couldn't think of letting the business
pass out of the Wrandall name.".
"You forget that my name is Wran
dall," she rejoined. "There would be
no occasion to change the firm's
name; merely its membership."
"Our original offer stands," said the
senior Wrandall stiffly. "We prefer
"And I to sell. Mr. Carroll will
meet you tomorrow, gentlemen. :He
will represent me as usual. Our busi
ness as well as social relations are
about to end, I suppose. My only re
gret is that I cannot further accom
modate you by changing my name.
Still you may live in hope that time
may work even that wonder for you."
She arose. The two men regarded
her in an aggrieved way for a mo
"I have no real feeling of hostility
toward you, Sara," said Leslie nerv
ously, "in spite of all thaf. you said
the other night."
"am afraid you don't mean that,
deep down in your heart, Leslie," she
said, with a queer little smile.
"But I do," he protested. "Hang It
all, we-we live in a glass house our
selves, Sara. I dare say. in a way, I
was quite as unpleasant as the rest
of the family. You see, we just can't
help being snobs. It's in us, that's all
there Is to it."
Mr. Wrandall looked up from the
floor, his gaze having dropped at the
first outburst from his son's lips.
"We-we prefer to be friendly, Sara,
if you will allow us-"
She laughed and the old gentleman
stopped in the middle of his sentence.
"We can't be friends, Mr. Wran
dall," she said, suddenly serious. "The
pretence would be a mockery. We
are all better off if we allow our paths,
our interests to diverge today."
"Perhaps you are right," said he,
compressing his lips.
"I believe that Vivian and I could
but no! I won't go so far as to say
that either. There is something genu
OYSTER NOT 4GOOD FOR ALL
Many Stomachs to Which It is Not a
Welcome VisItor, According
It is popularly supposed that the
oyster digests himself in the human
stomach owing to the great size of the
liver, which is crushed as mastica
tion begins and is thought to digest
the mollusk Itself. As the cyster.
moreover, contains some ten per cent.
of extremely assimilation protein, to
gether with phosphorized fats and
glycogen, it has always been freely ad
ministered to convalescents, while
dyspeptic bons vivants have never
hesitated to eat it abundantly.
Doctor Pron expresses the opinion
that the oyster may be allowed,
therefore, to those dyspeptics whose
ine about her. Strange to say, I have
never disliked her."
"If you had made the slightest ef
fort to like us, no doubt we could
"My dear Mr. Wrandall," she inter
rupted quickly, "I credit you with the
desire to be fair and just to me. You
have tried to like me. You have even
deceived yourself at times. I-but
why these gentle recriminations? We
merely prolong an unfortunate con
test between antagonistic natures.
with no hope of genuine peace being
established. I do not regret that I
am your daughter-in-law, nor do I be
lieve that you would regret It if I had
not been the daughter of Sebastian
"Your father was as little impress
ed with my son as I was with his
daughter," said Redmond Wrandall
drily. "I am forced to confess that he
was the better judge. We had 'the
better of the bargain."
"I believe you mean it, Mr. Wran
dall," she said, a note of gratitude In
her voice. "Good-bye. Mr. Carroll
will see you tomorrow." She glanced
quickly about the room. "I shall send
for-for certain articles that are no
longer required in conducting the' bus
iness of Wrandall & Co."
With a quaint little smile, she Indi- 1
cated the two photographs of herself. i
"By Jove, Sara," burst out Leslie I
abruptly. "I wish you'd let me have -
that Gipsy Mab picture. I've always i
been dotty over it, don't you know.
Ripping study." 4
Her lip curled slightly. I
"As a matter of fact," he explained I
conclusively,. "Chal often said he'd
leave it to me when he died. In a
joking way, of course, but I'm sure he
"You may have It, Leslie," she said .
slowly. It Is doubtful if he correctly I
interpreted the movement of her head I
as she uttered the words.
"Thanks," said he. "I'll hang it in
my den, if you don't object."
"We shall expect Mr. Carroll tomor
row, Sara," said his father, with an air
of finality. "Good-bye. May I ask I
what plans you are making for the I
"They are very indefinite."
"I say, Sara, why don't you get
married?" asked Leslie, surveying the I
Gipsy Mab photograph with undis
guised admiration as he held it at I
arm's length. "Ripping!" This to the
She paused near the door to stare i
at him for a moment, unutterable
scorn in her eyes.
"I've had a notion you were pretty
,keen about Brandy Booth," he went
She caught her breath. There was<
an instant's hesitation on her part be
fore she replied.
"You have never been very sma.rt at]
making love guesses, Leslie," she said. I
"It's a trick you haven't acquired."
He lauighed uncomfortably. 'Neat
Following her into the corridor out
side the offices, he pushed the elevator I
bell for her.
"I meant what I said, Sara," he re- I
marked, somewhat doggedly. "You
ought to get married. Chal didn't
leave much for you to cherish. There's I
no reason why you should go on like
"Because I Love You So Dearly," Saidi
this, living alone and all that sort of
thing. You're young and beautiful1
"Oh, thank you, Leslie," she cried 1
"You see, it's going to be this way:1
Hetty wvill probably marry Booth.
That's on di+ T ' '~It. You're depend-1
ing on her for companionship. Well,
she'll quit you cold after she's mar-1
ried. She will-"
She interrupted him peremptorily.
"If Challis did nothing else for me,.
Leslie, he at least gave me you toi
cherish. Once more, good-bye."
The elevator stopped for her. He
strolled back to his office wtih a puz
zled frown on his face. She certainly
The angry red faded from her 1
cheeks as she sped homeward in the
automobile. Her thoughts were no
longer of Leslie but of another...
She sighed and closed her eyes, and 1
her cheeks were pale.
tics whose stomachs are hyperacid or
hypersensitive Doctor Pron would
forbid the oyster as well as all other I
stimulating foods. In many of these
dyspeptics the gastric secretion is al
ready sufficient, and it is unnecessary <
and unwise to increase it. t
New Germ Scare. -
Quite a panic is spreading through- I
out bridge whist circles over the dis- a
covery in London that playing cards t
are great distributers of germe. Micro- 3
scopic tests of cards used during an C
afternoon, it is said, reveal the pres- e
ence of millions of malignant bacilli
enough, if taken internally, to kill off j
au entire community. It would be
financially disastrous to use a brand
naw deck for ev ery deal, and the use
of camphor counters as a means of d
sterlization is suggested. Of course, c
no hostess would think of producing a z
-f.A of cards, but after a few
Workmen from a picture dealer's es
tablishment were engaged in hanging
a. full length portrait in the long liv
ing-room of her apartment when she
reached home. She had sent to the
:ountry for Booth's picture of Hetty,
md was having it hung in a conspicu
Passing the open library door, Sara
paused for an instant to peer within.
Ihen she went on down the hall to her
)wn sitting-room. The canary was
5inging glibly in his cage by the win
She threw aside her furs, and, with
yut removing her hat, passed into the
:ed-chamber at the left of the cozy lit
:le boudoir. This was Hetty's room.
EIer own was directly opposite. On
he girl's dressing-table, leaning
igainst the broad, low mirror, stood
:he unframed photograph of a man.
With a furtive glance over her shoul
ler, Sara crossed to the table and
:ook up the picture in her gloved
iand. For a long time she stood there
razing into the frank, good-looking
ace of Brandon Booth. She breathed
'aster; her hand shook; her eyes
were strained as if by an inward sug
,estion of pain.
She shook her head slowly, as if in
Inal renunciation of a secret hope or
he banishment of an unwelcome de
ire, and resolutely replaced the pho
ograph. Her lips were almost white
ts she turned away and re-entered the
"He belongs to her," she said, un
,onsciously speaking aloud; "and he is
ike all men. She must not be unhap
Presently she entered the library.
)he had exchanged her tailor-suit for a
lainty house-gown. Hetty was still
eated in the big lounging chair, be
ore the snapping fire, apparently not
iaving moved since she looked in on
>assing a quarter of an hour before.
)ne of the girl's legs was curled up
Inder her, the other swung loose; an
lbow rested on the arm of the chair,
,nd her cheek was in her hand.
Coming softly up from behind, Sara
eaned over the back of the chair and
>ut her hands under her friend's chin,
enderly, lovingly. Hetty started and
"Oh, Sara, how cold your hands
She grasped them in her own and
ondly stroked them, as If to restore
varmth to the long, slim fir ers which
,ave the lie to Mrs. Cobu 3 declara
"I've been thinking ah? rning of
what you and Brandon posed to
ne last night," said Sa.; looking
ltraight over the girl's hea& the dark,
anguorous, mysterious glow allling her
syes. "It is good of you both to want
"Now don't seay 'but,' Sara," cried
letty. "We mean it, and you must
et us have our way."
"It would be splendid to be near
~ou all the time, dear; it would be
vonderful to live with you as you so
;enerously propose, but I cannot do
t. I must decline."
"And may I ask why you decline to
lye with me?" demanded Hetty re
"Because I love you so dearly," said
Pigeon Makes 700-Mile Trip..
Thirteen-year-old Maion O0ram of
ioldfield, Nev., Is in her new San
rrancisco home today, and so is Dizzy,
ecording to a dispatch to the New
Dizzy is not a homer, but .for an or
linary pigeon It has an acute travel
ng sense. It followed its little mis
ress all the 700 miles by train from
oldfield to San Francisco, and then
o her home here. Marion kissed Dizzy
;ood-by at Goldfield. and then wept.
she looked out of the car window
and there was Dizzy. She took it In,
:dssed it again and tossed it out once
But the pigeon wouldn't go back.
Vhen the Olrams got on the ferry at
)akland, across the bay from San
Trancisco, Dizzy alighted on the girl's
island Paradise of Birds.
On one little island in Gatun lake,
ormerly known as Lion Hill, before
he Impounded waters of the Chagres
-iver isolated if, from the rest of the
lanal Zone, are more species of birds
han in any one locality in the west
rin hemisphere. E. A. Goldman of the
,iological survey, department of agri
~ulture, in two short collecting trips
o Panama has procured about 300
[ifferent species, and it is estimated
hat a larger variety Is to be found.
vithin the lmits of the Canal Zone
han in any one state in the United
In the neighborhood of Gatun, at the
ttlantic entrance of the Canal Zone,
10 less than 250 species have been
"Do you want me to misrepresent
he goods and say they are fine when
hey are not?" asked the new sales
"Yes," sternly answered the un
crupulous dealer. "Always remem-.
>er that our assets are your lie-abil
tressed proper and right. We are so
veary of switches and rats, Billy
lurke clusters and peach basket hats;
vads of jute hair in a horrible pile
tacked on their heads to 'the 'titght~
'f a mile. Something is wron~g with
he maidens, we fear. Give uste
irlies we once knew of yore, whose.
urls didn't come from a hair-dress
rig store; maidens who dressed with
,sensible view and just as Dame Na,
uire intended them to. Glie us a girl
.ith a figure her own and fashioned
ivinely by Nature alone. Feminina
tyle is getting flercer each year-ce
lye us the girls as they used to aj
ear.-Kansas City Star.
He was not very 1sober and had rid'
en for an hour o two in the taxi
ab when the chau ur stopped. "How
iuch do I owe?" ed the passengen
Eighteen shilli and sixpence, sir,"
French Capital Very interesting
in This Respect.
Every Highway and Garden Appears
But the Background for a Work of
Art-Tomb of Napoleon In
spires Patriotic Feeling.
Paris.-Paris is so full of interesting
monuments that it is a never-ending
delight to wander aimlessly about the
town in order to be surprised by some
graceful nymph in bronze or some
handsome god in stone. Every high
way and garden appears but the back
ground for a work of art designed to
please the eye sensitive to beauty.
Whatever be the nature of the Paris
monument, it seldom fails to inspire
some emotion. One cannot visit the
impressive tomb of Napoleon at the
Invalides without a feeling of patriot
ism. The lovely fountain of Carpeaux,
in the Luxembourg gardens, is an in
spiration for the poet and dreamer;
and the Chapelle Expiatoire, in the
Rue des Mathurins, one of the least
known monuments of Paris, calls forth
tears of pity. It is hardly possible
to enter Chapelle Expiatoire without
a feeling of sorrow for the'indiscreet
butterfly who flew too near the flame
of Destiny, the fascinating Madame
Deficit, the execrated Madame Veto of
The edifice, which, unfortunately, is
not as beautiful as it might be, is the
work of the architects Percier and
Fontaine, and was erected shortly
after the Restoratfon, on the site of
the old burial ground of the Made
leine, where the victims of the insa,
tiable guillotine found their final rest
ing place. Here were the graves of the
noble Swiss Guards, of beautiful Char
lotte Corday, of Philippe Egalite,
Madame Roland, Madame Dubarry,
Camille Desmoulins, Danton, Bailly
and many others, and here, too, jhe
bodies of Louis XVI and Marie An
toinette were hastily Interred in open
coffins filled with quicklime.
Had it not been for the. loyalty of
a few royalists the actual grave of the
king and queen might easily have been
lost in oblivion. As it happened, the
spot was carefully noted and pur
chased in 1796 by one Desclozeaux. In
1815, when the horrors of the revolu
tion had passed like an evil dream, the
remains were disinterred, the skulls,
a few bones and the elastic metal gar
ters worn by the ill-fated Autichienne
at the time of her execution were.re
interred at St. Denis with the r
which had been denied them b
Republic One and Indivisibl abnd the
original coffins, worth six-francs each,
containing the dust ,of the' king and
queen, were placel -in the vault illus
trated above. In the chapelle also are
two interesting groups in white mar
ble. One represents the apotheosis of
Louis XVI. The king is shown sup
ported by an angel, presumably In the
person of Abbe Edgeworth saying the
immortal words, "Son of St. Louis,
ascend to heaven."'
The statue is exceedingly interest
ing by reason of the fact that it is
the only one of Louis XVI in all Paris.
Affixed to the pedestal Is a slab of
black marble, on which the will of the
unhappy monarch is reproduced in
The second group shows Marie An
toinette kneeling at the foot of a fig
Altar Containing the Dust of Marie
Antoinette and Louis XVI.
ure symbolizing "'Religion." The lat
ter bears the features of Madame Eliz
abeth, the queen's sister-in-law. The
Widow Cap'et's last letter, so full of
calm dignity and pious resignation, is
also sealed to the plinth.
The actual vault or altar, which Is
surrounded by wreaths dated 21 Jan
vier, 1793, and 16 Octobre, 1793, is
placed below on the original level of
the cemetery, and is reached by a
flight of stone steps.
WILL FILED AFTER 50 YEARS
Papers Written by George Harding of
St. LouIs DIsposed of a Ne
Omaha, Neb.-A curious will made
in 1863, by George Harding in St.
Louis, and disposing of a negro slave,
has beeni filed in Omaha, more than
fifty years after it was written. Hard
ing died several years after the instru
ment . was drawn, but the will had
never been placed on record.
Real estate in this county disposed
of by the will was responsible for the
filing in this city. After disposing of
the household effects, the instrument
"Also my negro boy, named Mike,
about eight years of age, shall go
to my wife."~ The will further dis
poses of a number of negro slaves at
that time in Logan county, Kentucky.
The Nebraska land was valued at $500,
when the will was made. Today it is
assessed at $20,000.
Whipping Post Very Effective.
Denver, Colo.-Governor Miller of
Delaware declares the 'whipping post
in that state has reduced crime to a'
minimum, asserting offenders fear the
public disgrace of this form of punish
ment more than .the physical punish
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An American Abroad.
Miss Mary Boyle O'Reilly, daught r
of the late John Boyle O'Reilly. the
Boston poet and editor, is visiting In
Ireland, and as the guest of the count
ess of Aberdeen *as much entertained
in Ireland. In London she was the
guest at dinner of the lord mayor and
other celebrities. Miss O'Reilly Is
studying sociological conditions In
England and Ireland.
PIMPLY, BLOTCHY SKINS
Pimples and blackheads disappear,
red, rohgh, ugly -complexions become
clean, clear, and velvety, and hair
health and beauty are promoted by the
regular use of resinol soap and -an
occasional application of resinol oint
ment. These soothing, healing prepar
rations do their work easily, quickly
and at little cost; even when the most
expensive cosmetics and complicated
-"beauty treatments" fail.
Resinol soap and resinot ointment
healteczema, tetter, ringworm, psorla
sis and, other skin eruptions, stop itch
ing ins fly, 'and are most valqable
for sunb ect bites, sores, burns,
boils, piles, e druggists.
DOCTORS UNABLE TO AGREE
Question Whether Brown Bread Is
Superior to White Still Forms
Subject for Argument.
White bread was said by exberts,
orby thosewho claim to beexperts, to
be much superior to brown bread a
few months ago, and we were told that
the idea of eating -graham' bread or
any bread containing part or all of the
bran of wheat and other portions of
the grain which are taken out in the
bolting process was old-fashioned and
might lead to injury. Now come the
medical inspectors of the French army,
a group of very distinguished physi
cians and scientists, who says that
-bolting pushed beyond a certain limit *
eliminate the useful element of flour
in more than one respect and does
nothing but improve the color of the
bread. When white bread is used ex-*
clusively they have found that the
men eat and need more meat, but
when the flour is only partialy bolted
and only the coarser particles of the
bran are removed the soldiers are in
better health and they eat less meat,
which results in superior economy and
efficiency at the same time. The meth
od of bolting flour was invented some
centuries ago, and It seems about time
that the relative values of white and
unbolted flour were settled, but the
doctors can no more agree about It
than they can about the therapeutie
value of alcohol-New York Commer
.Gave Him the Idea.
The sweet young thing sat In the
stern of the boat, unmindfdx of the
agonies of the inexperienced oarsman,
who tugged and blistered himself at
"What do you suppose we'll have
for supper in camp?" she mused
"Floating island, I think," panted
the young man grimly. "That same
Island has passe4,me, going up stream,
three times since I've been trying to
make it to the landing."
come from the ovens to your
table in tightly sealed pack
ages -ready to eat when
opened-with cream, good
mnilk or fruits.
Every crisp flakreof this
attractive',food represents the
best part\9 choice white
flavoured and toas d to an
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