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iSSTORY DUKE OF DEVIL MAYCARE By HARRIS DICKSON -j Author of The Black Wolf's Breed." Etc (Copyright, 19tet bj D. Appleton A Co.) CHAPTER XIII- Continued. His queer little mirthless smile parried Joe's question with one of his own: "Which room do you mean? the first door on your right as you go into the 'all? There Is one lady as says it is that one, and one as says it hain't. But I searched 'em hall spent three hours yesterday in the old man's room. Nothink there but a lot of old shoes, old' clothes, and dirt " "What arrests have you made?" Joe asked, tersely. Chaudron took the answev off Baker's hands: "Arrests for what? Who could we arrest? We can't prove a thing. We've had the devil of a time keep ing it out of the papers until we could find out enough to " Chaudron's ideas of law were very crude, and he soon floundered beyond his depth. .- "I am going down there myself." Joe rose abruptly and reached for his hat. "Come. Mr. Baker." . " 'Adn't Mr. Chaudron better go, an' leave me hout? Not give me away to the 'otel people?" "That's right, Joe that's right; you know he's staying there at the hotel watching them." "Very well; either one of you; I want to examine the ground for my self." They dropped oft an Esplanade car at the corner of Valois street, and walked the three squares to the Hotel Louis le Grande. At first they passed by on the other side; Joe wanted to get a general Idea of the locality. He asked a number of questions about the neighborhood: the different houses, and who lived in them. "They came down this street in a cab," Chaudron explained. "Mrs. Ashton stepped in the gutter as she got out of the cab ; when they reached their room the French maid bathed her foot " "Is that maid here?" "Yes, but she insists that It was one of the young ladies whose foot she battled " "The hell she does!" Joe was not usually profane, but this thing was beginning to grate on his nerves. They passed through the entry, un der the staircase, and came out into the oval courtyard. Victor Labouisse -was sitting at the same table where he always took his morning coffee, reading a newspaper, and wUh that inevitable cigarette be tween his fingers. There had been no variation in this breakfast, in the color of his mustache, or the attitude nf his BlInnoroH fnnt t n- ms,A than 40 years. Victor rose courteously, with scarce ly a shade of annoyance on his face as Chaudron presented the stranger. "Monsieur Labouisse, this is Mr. Balfour, from Vicksburg, Mrs. Ash ton's lawyer; he wants to look around." . "Certainement, ze grande plaisair, ae great honaire. Monsieur Baffleur." Viutor delivered one of his most or nate bows, clapped his hands and called. "Arthemise, Arthemise, some coffee Chaudron waved the hospitality aside: "Thanks, Monsieur Labouisse, we have already breakfasted. " Mr. Balfour is much troubled and wants to look around your house?" "It is vairy distress, I imagine noth ing what I think; come. Monsieur Baffleur. I f-how you up ze stairs.' Victor taked jerkily, a spattering Ktream of French and English, every inch of the way tip the stairs, round the balcony, through the hall, and to the very rear door. "Zis,", he said "zis is ze young lady apartment. Two gentleman from St. Mary's parish zey take it las' night so soon as ze young: lady are cone: my apartment zei" aevaire "Ltand vacant. no. no." a ' , Jo4 , glanced round the very ordi- nary-iooking room. furnished - m quaint old stiJe. , There was ncithing to attract his attention, and he came out again. . "Now let ma see the room that Mrs. Ashton oct-upied?' "Zat I do not know," Victor smiled and showed his tobacco-stained teeth; "ze good God above he know.' Victor led the way to the door that had the broken knob. - ""Ocelot thte se. young lady say it " was z's apartment, but zis " he flung the' door wide open "zis is my room you see, nrzasieur. zat is impos- eeebie." "M'Jnsieur I.mbouisse, where does - that door leaSV Joe pointed to the eliding doors which filled the wall space on one ide of the room. "Ze nex room; It is for lodgers. Zis was one day ze grande salon, ah, glorious. Monsieur Baffleur nevaire open him now, zose doors." "ICindly allow me to look in there?" "Ze great honaire." Victor tugged , t the door, -which refused to slide. "He no come open; he how you say 'lm in Anglais? he rus". Come zis way. Monsieur Baffieur." The Frenchman led them round by way of the hall and into the adjoin ing room. It was an ordinary sliding door which had formerly served to throw the two rooms into one. But it had evidently not been opened for many years, and there was a four post bed backed up against it. "Who ' occupied this room that night??" Victor cocked his head on one side, like the parrot, and thought. "Oui, oui, it was Monsieur Champenois; he go away vairy early ze nex' morning." "Monsieur Etienne Champenois?" Chaudron inquired. "Oui, oui, he come zat night from Calcasieu, an' go down to his river plantation on boat, vairy soon." "Do you know him?" Joe asked of Chaudron. "Quite -well." "Has he been interviewed?" . "Not: yet, he has not yet returned to the city." "Send a man to him at once; he may know something. "Who are in these other rooms?" Joe asked. , "Visitors; ze city is much crowd." "May I see the rooms?" "Certainement." Victor opened them patiently, one by one. "There's no use in looking through them again," whispered Chaudron; "they have all been searched a dozen times, everything from garret to cel lar." But Joe was stubborn; he had his way, going through the entire house again:. Then he walked out and stood on the edge of the banquette, hands in his pockets, thinking. ' "Well, what do you think of it now?" Chaudron asked. "Don't know." Joe never gave what the lawyers term a "horserback opin ion;" he always wanted time for re flection. He stood there for some Duke Struck Him. minutes, looking down into the black gutter. - "Damned if I do know," he came to the deliberate conclusion. " "Well, let's go around to police headquarters," suggested Chaudron, and see what has turned up. CHAPTER XIV. THE COLLISION IN PEDRO'S PLACE. If Joseph Balfour and Felix Chau dron had been ten minutes later ' in leaving the Hotel Louis le Grande, they would have met Woodford "Vance. If Noel Duke had reached Pedro's Place ten minutes earlier, he would have seen Joe Balfour coming out of the hotel instead of seeing Woodford Vance go in. "Has Mr. Chaudron been here?" Vance burst into the hotel entry and stopped Arthemise as she came trip ping down the stairs with a feather duster in her hand. "Hipleet! Hip'leet!" she called. Vance could not make' heads nor tails of the inextricable jumble which Arthemise flung at the unoffending Hippolyte when the obi man finally appeared from some dim recess In the courtyard. "Oui, ma'm'selle, 11 s'en est alle. Yes, monsieur, Monsieur Chaudron he here one more gentleman, two, ten minute, half hour, gone; zat way." "Thanks," said Vance, laconically. He walked out to the edge of the banquette and stood there for several minutes. Something must be done, something had to be done, and done right away. He couldn't stand it; the appealing glance wnicn Anita gave him when he left the house . was enough to drive a fellow to despera tion. - At this moment Henny Baker came strolling down the street twirling a cane and carefully adjusting a pair of eye-glasses which did not seem con tented on his nose., "Hi say. mister." he spoke to Vanoo. pointing with Ma cane as if he w asking a direction. Vance turned, and Baker whispered: "Follow me around the corner. No, not so fast; wait a minute. , Ah, Hi see," he said aloud. "Thank you, sir!" The Englishman sauntered ' on,, .turned the first corner, and 'waited in the apothecary's shop until Vance came in behind him. "Out with it. Baker out with It, quick; what' has happened? " " 'Sh! That man is ' In Pedro's Place right now; Hi saw 'lm go in just a minute ago. The one Hi told you about last night; e's been prowl' in around 'ere for two " or three days " - . 4. "Come on, let's get him." Vance started to rush out, but Baker held him back. "No, wait a minute; telephone the station " . "He might get away; yon and I can take him." "But Hi can't let those chaps at tha 'otel know who Hi am; we'd better " "I'll go get him myself." Before Baker could interfere Vance had rounded the corner again with his head down,, charging, like the bull yearling he had mentioned, towards Pedro's Place. ' Noel Duke was in no amiable frame of mind himself when he came back to Pedro's Place. He certainly had none of that Christian spirit which prompts a man to turn the other cheek. Why he. had fallen again into this wreched little den, he scarcely knew. . He had , drifted about th crowded streets, . tossed hither and thither as the human currents flowed, until the surf had cast him up. And. here he was again. Miguel, the waiter, nodded genially as to an old acquaintance, and pulled back a chair. Duke shook his head, speaking a few words in Spanish. "Si, senor," the man replied defer entially, bustling around to find the morning paper, which he smoothed out carefully on his knee before handing it over. - But Duke did not look at the pa per after he got it. He leaned his elbow on the window and gazed at the hotel entrance, not as if he were watching it, but in utter weariness of soul and body. Suddenly he straight ened up and clenched his hand. "By God, there's Vance! So she did come here to meet him; and be knows where she is right now. I'll make him tell me." - He sprang up, and one bound took him to the door; there he . stopped. He still had enough discretion to know that he could not afford a brawl pub licly drawing attention to himself. Duke half opened the door, then closed it, changing his mind back and forth. "No, it won't do," he decided, com ing back and taking up the paper agam. I m a damned coward a .He crumpled the paper savagely in his hand and dashed it to the floor. Quick vigorous steps rang along the banquette; . the cafe door was . flung open so impetuously that glasses rat tled on the table. Woodford Vance stepped in. - He glanced around the room, singled his man out and marched directly to him. "What are you 'doing, sitting there watching that house?" Duke did not reply. It took him so thoroughly by surprise that any man should speak in such a tone to Mm particularly this man. "Come with me." Vance caught him roughly by the arm and had made one step toward the door when Duke struck him. He stumbled over ) a chair and fell, but, trained athlete as he was, came np instantly. . ; Duke saw the gleam of a pistol, and his hand " flew to his hip. In such emergency men think with the swift ness of inspiration, and even the man from Devil-May-Care had had enoujn of turmoil. " ' - - (TO BE COyTPfPltD.1 v The Lesson of the Christmas Tide By Dr. Robert Stuart MacArthur Pastor Calvary Baptist Church, New York. The Christmas 1 1 d e celebrates the birth-festival of our Lord. The incarnation o f Christ is the cen tral thought in the history of the world. It is . the event around which " all other events revolve in smaller or larger circles. All the great -facts .of his tory previous to His coming had ref erence to His advent; all the events since look back to that advent as the beginning of a new era. All lines of previous history converge to " the manger and the cross; all lines of his tory since diverge from these two epochal events. The birth of Christ was the beginning of a new race, and the observance of that birth is still the jubilee of this new race. ' Angels joined in the advent of Christ with solo s.nd choral song as He left the bosom of the Father to become the child of Mary in the manger at Beth lehem. This festival Is still the mo Joyous feast of the church. It makes childhood more beautiful and glorious, and it lightens the burdens - of age and sorrow with Its tender memories ! and its triumphant prophesies. In the chill of midwinter in northern ' climes it kindles a fire of hope an Joy in every home and heart. It is prophetic of the golden age when Christ Bhall -come again, when evfl shall be overthrown, and when the song of a redeemed humanity shall sweep over the universe. By the gifts which characterize this season we commemorate God's great Gift, the unspeakable gift of His Son to a world lost in sin and wandering In darknes. No one can rightly esti mate the blessings which flow every year to all classes and conditions of men from the tender memories and gentle charities called forth by the remembrance of the Holy Child. Jesus. His birth has exalted the poetry, the music and the art of the centuries."' It has changed all social customs and religions rituals. It has given a new glory to human life and a new trend to eternity. This Is the time when all bitterness should be forgotten, all family fends reconciled and all life glorified. It la unspeak ably sad that In the name of Jesus Christ Russian murderers are slaugh tering the Jewish people, the ancient and historic race which gave us the Christ. It is a cause for profound humiliation that superstition, bigotry and virtual idolatry still abound un der the shelter of tb Christian nam. L ) THE CHRIST. 1 - , "AND A LITTLE CHILD SHALL LEAD THEM" By Rev. John Talbot Smith, LL D. President Catholic Summer School of America. The entire mean ing of the festival of Christmas ' is contained in these words. It is the festival of the chil dren, because on this day God the Son, the Second Person of the Blessed Trinity, took upon Him htt- mau nature in the shape of a helpless and beautiful child. Various meanings have been . read Into the celebration of the nativity of Christ the humani tarian regards It as the proper plac ing of the human individual In the economic system; the mere material ist looks upon it as the protest of in fant right against adult might; the scientist of a certain school regards it as the emphasis of nature upon the necessity of training properly the next generation; the sentimentalist sees in it a noble tribute to the beau ty and innocence of the child. It Is necessary to remark, however, that If the child had to depend upon these classes for due respect and real train ing there would be no Christmas, no deification of Innocence and helpless ness, and no emphasis upon duties to the next generation. The festival of Christmas Is truly the social, econom ic, political and religious anniversary of the human child, through which he makes his demand upon the world for existence-, care, training and love; the right of an immortal soul as well as of a future citizen. The right minded part of society accepts the re sponsibility with joy, and its best ef forts, in fact all its efforts, are ex pended on the work of preparation for the coming of the Child. Not only do parents labor, but the legis lators make laws, teachers teach, art ists create and commerce agonizes for the child for the next genera tion. Therefore the monumental truth of modern civilization is expressed ' In the text: And a little child shall lead them. The entire meaning of the festival of Christmas la contained in these words. It Is the festival of the chil dren, because on this day God the Sou. the Second Person of the Bless ed '- Trinity, took upon Him human nature In the shape of a helpless and beautiful child. . Various meanings Too Poor. Dunn Why -la It that all the stores reduce prices after Christmas? Dyer Because nobody can af.ord to pay the former prices. Judge. Mi From Painting by Hofmann. 1824. A M essage of Peace in the Christmas eason By Rt. Rev. David HummkllGmm Coadjutor Bishop of New York. . The Christmas season comes with its message of peace to a world torn and rent with many divisions, a world In which there is much strife. This strife is to be allayed and these divisions healed not by any process of statutory enactment, but by that spirit of broth- . erly love and kindness which takes possession of the human heart at Christmastide. Just so far as that spirit continues regnant in the hearts of men through out the year will the Christmas season be prolonged and continue to give its blessings to mankind. Perhaps one lesson which the Christ mas season teaches above all others is that, in order to enter the kingdom of peace and happiness, we must be come as a little child. And let that appealing love which the little child inspires become a persisting force ia our lives! I once saw all the traffic in Fiftbi avenue stopped by a little child. It mother was wheeling it across tjif street in Its baby carriage and ia tr middle of the thoroughfare, crowded with vehicles of all kinds, she became panic-stricken and did not know "what to do or which way to turn. But, sud denly, all the drivers reined la their 1 horses, all the chauffeurs stopped their automobiles, and all the teamsters pulled up their trucks the traffic- of the busy avenue had been brought to a standstill by a little child. So- will the noise and the strife and the confusion of the world be arrested and checked by the little Christmas Child. Both Happy. He Which do you think are the happier in the holiday' season the ones who give or the ones who re ceive? She Well, If you aro speaking of the things which transpire under the mistletoe, I think it's an even breaks. Tonkers Statesman. Sure Thing. ' i; Mrs. Flatte I wonder what make the janitor so pleasant? - - ir Flatte Christmas is approachlas. my dear. Judge. Caught at It. "What did your New Tear" a turkey cost you. Uncle Mose?" t . "Ten dollahs an' cost, boss. Houston Post.