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"Ana
Tlie strain wns partly lifted from his
mind. The responsibility of tlie safety
of the princely family wns now shifted
to the shoulders of the prefect of po
lice.
Buckford had time enough nnd mon
ey enough to enjoy lilmselt a bit and
to make whatever arrangements he
needed tq make In regnrd to his lodg
ings.
He went there first.
"I must give up my rooms and take
chcaper lodgings," he said to the con
cierge. "I owe you something—about
What this furniture will bring sold at
a loss. Will you take the furniture for
the debt?'/
"If monsieur Is so distressed for
money."
"I am in bad fix. If you arc still
my creditor after the stuff is sold, I
will endeavor to make It good."
"Oh, I have always found monsieur
trustworthy."
"I shall not find so accommodating a
concierge again."
"Thank you, monsieur. And about
the address?"
"I do not know where I shall And
lodgings. It depends upon what busi
ness I take up. 1 may leave Paris."
"Monsieur will perhaps return to
America and enter mercantile life."
Buckford, laughed.
"I must earn the money first"
He spent the remainder of the day
haunting the parts of Paris where he
hoped to see the manly face of the
prince or the lovely one of Princess
"Advance toward mean Inch and 1 will
Hill you I" said Buckford.
Marie. He rode in cabs on the boule
vards. He looked Into carriages. He
spent hours In a fruitless and ridicu
IOUB search. He did not find thoso lie
Bought.
He returned to the Rue de Mont
Bouge. He entered the inn of M.
Jacques. He found his unknown friend
—the wolflike owner of the room—In
the cafe. This man greeted Buckford
warmly.
"Ah, ha, my friend! You are not
weary of us yet. I am glad."
"I always keep my promises, mon
sieur," replied Buckford.
He ate supper with his- mysterious
friend. He of the wolfs face was very
sociable. He strove to make Wallace
feel at ease.
"We will smoke," he said. "At 9 you
will meet—our brothers—and learn
what Is expected of yqu."
The evening passed.
"Come," said the unknown. "We
will be In time."
They left the inn of M. Jacques and
walked together into a still more dis
reputable quarter.
"It sometimes happens that when we
meet for a sociable time the police In
terrupt us. Wo need to defend our
selves at times. Are you armed?"
"I never carry firearms," said Buck
ford, with the prefect's pistol hitting
hiaslde.
They turned Into what purported to
be a hairdresser's shop. A grinning
artist of the shears bowed then\ in and
past him. They entered then a largo
room where several men were gatlier
ed.
"Ah! ¥ou have arrived," said one.
"M. le President wishes to see you."
"Indeed," replied Buckford's guide.
"I will take my friend to meet M. Ie
President."
Unsuspectingly Buckford followed
him. He was led through a corridor
and Into a small room where two men
stood waitiiig.
•,i: "Ah! Now we have him!" cried one.
"Kill the hound!"
**r "What's this?" demanded Buckford
In alarm. "Foul play!"
Tho three closed In upon him.
"Sou lying hound!" now. cried his
guide In a frenzy. "You betrayed us
to the police! Did you think we accept
novices without trying them well? You
came here, learned part of the truth
and visited the prefecture. You have
not only failed to save those you wish
ed to save, but you have again come
into our linnds—this time an enemy.
We will not kill you at once, for that
would simply carry out your own de
sfiign. Torture, hunger, misery—all
f,shall be yours! And while you starve
and moan and cry for water to quench
your burning thirst, the tyrant you
sought to save will die by our hands."
"Advance toward me an inch and I
^vlll kill you!" said Buckford, drawing
his revolver. They stepped back In
sudden alarm.
"A police pistol! Proof of treachery!"
The man with tho wolflsh face made
sudden leap forward. Buckford, In
no humor to show patience, fired point
blank, and the fellow dropped. The
noise of the pistol brought a score of
others.
"The traitor! The traitor! He has
shot our secretary!" was the cry.
A dozen pistols were leveled
lacs. Ha backed .up. against a ui^"
THE STRANGER
AND THE PRINCESS
I
BY SEWARD W. HOPKINS
Copyright, 1D00, by ScwaTd IF. J9 opMns.
now, my young friend, I will
admit that I know who your prince
and princesses are. Tliey are persons
of very high degree, though but little
known In Paris."
"They must be connected with some
ruling family?"
"Hush! I cannot at this time take
yon into my coiilhlcnco. When this
affair is all over nnd they have left
-Paris, I will tell yoti who they are."
"But suppose I IIml it necessary to
go to the priuce at once. I ought at
least to know his incognito."
"Oil, no come to me," said the pre
fects What! 'do direct to the prince
and get all the credit? Not in the de
partment of the Seine! Not if the pre
fect knew his business, nnd he thought
he did.
rA few matters of detail having been
arranged, details that brought Buck
forfl into rather intimate relations
with police business, he left the pre
fecture and found that ho had more
than half a daj* still on his hands.
that scemru to Do locKeu ana stood at
bay. Kvuu If he killed a man at every
shut he knew lie must soon exhaust his
pistol and then fall an easy victim to
their hate. They made a rush at him.
He Hied again, killing the foremost.
He stepped back suddenly, the door be
hind him gave way nnd ho fell through
it. There eame a rush of cooler air,
and he felt himself falling through
darkness. There was crash, nnd ho
lay still on an earthen floor.
CHAPTER III.
THE MURDERED MILLIONAIRE.
TIE exit of Buckford Wallace
from that den of thieves and
cutthroats was so sudden nnd
of so stnrtling a nature that it
might well be supposed that he had
fallen upon one of those relics of the
dark ages—a house of mysterious ar
chitecture, In which the very walls re
volve on pivots, trapdoors open where
no cracks can bo seen and stone pillars
hide secret passages from one den of
iniquity to another.
But, however plausible that theory
may be, It was not the case. The ex
planation of the accident to Buckford
is astonishingly simple.
It happened that a very rich nnd
equally eccentric person named M. do
Bullion had purchased a lnrge piece of
ground in that quarter on which ho In
tended to build large modern apart
ment houses. This piece of ground
fronted on three streets nnd adjoined
on Jlie Itne do Mont-Rouge the building
In which the brotherhood of crime held
Its meetings. In making a new nnd
complete survey it was discovered that
a portion of that building really stood
on land owned by tlie person from
whom M. de Bullion was making Ills
purchase. It therefore must be Includ
ed In the sale. The proper steps were
taken, and M. de Bullion became the
owner of about 13 feet of the eastern
end of the building.
When all the old buildings on tho
newly purchased site were torn down
to make way for the splendid modern
edifices, the 13 feet were torn down
also.
This cut off two rooms of that build
ing, and tho door that had formerly
opened Into one of these rooms now
opened out through a naked wall of
flirty plaster over the cellar.
This was the door through which
Buckford had fallen. It was built to
open outward. When Buckford leaned
against It, It had given way and pre
cipitated him into tlio old cellar.
Most unfortunately, as will be seen,
he struck upon some window sashes
which had been placed there for safe
keeping. These were smashed utterly
by his weight, aud pieces of the broken
glass cut his hands nnd face.
For a moment the young man was
so bewildered that he did not know
really what had happened to him. He
fancied that he was In a place much
like that pictured In tho opening lines
of this chapter. He was In total dark
ness. There was a damp earthy smell
in the air. A rat ran across blm.
Either the saslies broke his fall or he
was possessed of a very hard skull,
for he did not lose consciousness. He
sat up In the darkness and tried to
look around. He could not do this,
so he felt
His fingers came 111 contact with the
sharp edges of broken glass.
At that moment lie heard a voice
above his head.
"Curses on the hound!" the voice
was saying. "Where could he have
gone? He lias wounded Vandal and
killed BlouBt Get a lantern, some
body. Don't let him get away."
This remark stirred the blood in
Buckford. It brought to his mind the
fact that that was just what he want
ed to do—to get away before they dis
covered him.
He rose to his feet and stretched his
arms above his head. After walking
a short distance he felt beams and
girders.
"Hello!" he said to himself. "I must
have fallen somehow into a cellar."
Then he saw the gleam of a lantern
shining from a door In a wall some dis
tance above.
"Ah, ha! They have explained the
thing to me now," he said, with a
chuckle. "Mighty lucky accident for
me."
"Come, now, Pierre," came the voice
from the door. "You take the lantern
and lead a pnrty through the cellars.
I will lead another to the right, around
the square. Reber, here, will lead an
other to tho left. We will meet on the
street In the rear. He cannot get
away."
Buckford did not wait to hear any
more. He gathered from what had
been said that the cellar ho was In
communicated with the street in tho
rear. Taking his direction from the
door, where the light could still be
seen, he started as briskly as possible
toward the rear.
He clambered over debris of all
kinds. Cellar walls had been partially
destroyed, and loose stones lay all
about. Old foundations nnd party walls
were wiped out, yet enough old or new
walls were standing to enable him to
constantly keep a screen between him
self and the lantern. This had now
been lowered into the cell. He heard
voices behind him.
The searching party, however, made
slower progress than lie did, notwith
standing' they bad a lantern. They
were spreading out and searching ev
ery nook and cranny of tho cellars as
they went. He, on the other hand, was
making all speed straight ahead.
He soon found himself In a part
where there wiis less debris- and ruin
and more of tho newly built walls. It
was tlie cellar under the building on
the rear street.
He saw a red lantern hanging on a
pole outside to warn drivers of the
trench before the house. Ho made for
this.
Sitting on a pile of lumber outside
wns a man' wearing a leather jacket
and slouch hat. He carried a stout
club In his liand. It was tho watch
man.
The watchman, seeing Buckford
emerging from tho cellar he was sup
posed to be guardian over, rushed to
him.
"Well, well! Who are you? What
do you want?"
"Hush, my friend!" whispered Buck
ford quickly. "I am pursued by ene
mies. Is there a police officer near?"
"No they passed ten minutes ago."
"I must escape. Can you not help
me?"
"Help! Me help? What can I do?"
At that moment there was a shout
up.the street, ana tsucKrora saw lan
terns. The party under Reber or the
other had turned the corner.
"Too late!" groaned Buckford. "Stay!
There Is one chance. Here Is a 5 franc
piece. Lend me your hat, jacket and
club. I will watch your buildings
while you go drink my health."
'Le Dluble! I may get Into trouble.
But a 6 fraas piece! Here! GlfeltiS
me! Quick! Get Into the 'jacket! Thy
lmt! Pull It down over your eyis.
Speak as little as possible. Ahl"
A stolid watchman sat pn^theduin
ber pile and a bareheaded" Frenchman
was starting off to drink on the 6
franc piece.
Ho! My keys!" he exclaimed. "I
must take my keys."
"Leave them tliey will be safe. If
any one suspects, the keys will prove
that I am the watchman."
"Good! But do not use the large
brass one. It Is to the floor In the end
building. There M. de Bullion has his
office. He is there now. He must not
know."
"I will not disturb him. Now go."
The watchman went lumbering off,
none too soon. The searching party
In the cellar came out on to tlie street
and met the other that had gone half
way round the square. A short dis
tance away the third party was seen
approaching.
Here, M. le Never Sleep," said one
leader. "Have you seen a man come
out of these cellars?"
"Mon" Dieu! I Just saw a score," re
plied Buckford, almost in a tremor lest
his French should not be such as to
pass muster. But the man hunters
were too excited to notice Just then a
little thing like the accent of a watch
man in a leather jacket and slouch hat
'It is strange, devilish strange," said
one. "How could he vanish so com
pletely? Was he a magician?"
You! With your magicians!" said
another. "He was a flesh and blood
man, but a quick one. Did we not see
his blood on the broken window?"
Buckford trembled. He had wiped
the blood from his hands and face with
his handkerchief, but now kept his
hands concealed and his face screened
from the light lest a show of blood
should betray him.
•Well, are we to stand here till he
comes and asks us to kill him?" asked
one of the party. "In a moment the
police will be here. And then what
eh?"
"Very well," said a man owning the
voice Buckford had heard in the door.
"Have some one wait here to watch.
We will continue."
Have you any objection, stay awake,
to our company?"
"None. I shall be pleased," replied
Buckford.
Four men were told off to remain
there on watch. The others separated
Into groups and went In various direc
tions.
Buckford was In an agony of appre
hension. If the real watchman return
ed while these fellows were there,
what might not happen, and especially
if the watchman was drunk?
The American thought over every
possible method of defeating his foes
that came Into his head. Nothing prom
ised success. If the police came that
way, he would certainly call for assist
ance, but to call for the police when
there was no police In sight would bo
folly. He would simply be pounced
upon and slain before the police could
arrive.
An hour passed while he was thus
wild with apprehension, and then a
drunken whistle was heard coming.
Here comes some one. We must
question him," said one of the watch
ers.
Buckford looked toward the ap
proaching man. As he passed under a
street light Wallace noted that he wore
no hat
Horrors! It was the watchman, and
he was far from sober.
And now, with certain destruction
staring him in the face, Buckford Wal
lace thought as he had never thought
before.
To wait there till the drunken watch
man came and demanded his keys, his
jacket, his slouch hat, would be to sit
silently inviting death.
He rose, stretched himself, yawned
and said:
"My friends, I should have been re
lieved an hour ago. My assistant some
times stops at M. Jacques'. I leave
the place In your care while I go to see
if he Is there. I request, however, that
you allow no one to enter the build
ings."
"Oh, never fear, old stay awake. We
will take care of your buildings. You
aro so anxious you must have a for
tune invested here."
They all laughed at this joke, and
Buckford walked away In the oppo
site direction from that In which the
real watchman was.
"Good!" he said to himself. "My
only chance 1s M. de Bullion, and for
tunately I nm before his door. I will
waken tho millionaire and tell htm the
whole story. He will give me his pow
erful protection until I can communl
cato with the police."
He turned Into the corner bulldlug.
He ran up one flight of stairs. He
knocked loudly on a door. pgg|
There was no answer,
"This M. de Bullion Is a sound sleep
er," he said. "I will get him up if I
have to pound in the door."
It was not so eaBy to pound in th»
door, but he did make a tremendous
noise.
"Heavens! The mob will hear It
even If M. de Bullion does not," said
Buckford. "Stop! This won't do. I'll
use the key and make my explanations
afterward."
It was easy to find tho big brass
key and fit it to the lock. It turned
easily, and Buckford opened the door.
He turned again, shut the door and
locked It.
For the first time since he had faced
his enemies in the little room ha
breathed freely.
"There," he said, with a grunt of sat
isfaction, "I am safe for a time. They
will scarcely dare Intrude upon the pri
vacy of M. de Bullion."
Having secured himself thus, he took
a match from his pocket and lighted it
The gas had. not yet been piped Into
the buildings. He found, however, a
dingy looking lamp resting on a dusty
shelf. He lighted this.
"I fancy," he said, "that the watch
man was mistaken. There is surely no
one in this apartment tonight. I have
made noise enough to wake the dead."
He looked around the room. It was,
or would be when finished, a cozy and
pretty tepeptlon room. It wns now lit
tered with bits of wood, plaster and
nails.
He stepped from this room into the
next No one their.
In this room there waB a chair, but it
had been overturned.
In one corner a small ornamental
closet had been built This, was open.
Workmen's clothing had been in it.
Now this was Btrewn on the floor.
"Hello," said Buckford when he saw
this. "Looks as If some one had got
the beBt of the watchman and rifled
the pockets for a sou."
EYqja this room Buckford stepped In­
This room was fitted up as an office.
Near the window stood a desk. At this
desk sat a well dressed elderly man,
dead.
His drawn face, his staring eyes, ex
pressing terror the position of his
body—all spoke of violence.
Buckford stepped to him and made a
hasty examination.
There was a wound In his left side
penetrating undoubtedly to the heart.
It was the only wountl to be seen.
Scarcely any blood lmd flown. The
knife with which the foul blow had
been dealt lay on the floor by the dead
man's chair.
"My God!" exclaimed Buckford. "I
go from one horror to another I seek
safety with a man and find him a
corpse. What under tho sun of heaven
am I going to do now?"
Menutime the four who had been left
to watch had walled for the drunken
whistler to come up.
"Well," said one of tliem ns he drew
near. "This fellow can give us but
little help. He has been having a fine
time. See how he tnkes tho entire
sidewalk?"
"Come, Blbbler!" said another, step
ping out to Intercept the whistler.
"Which way have you come? Did you
see a young man running away?"
"Eh—eh!" stammered the watchman.
Youug—man! I see young man! Who
are you, my friend?"
I'll show you who I am if you don't
answer."
The watchman was not so drunk
but what his senses were alert with
sudden suspicion.
"Who are you, and what do yoir
want here?" he asked. "Where is
that man I left Ui my place?"
'Ho! What! Left in your place!
The man you left In your place! What
do you mean?"
'Tollce!" yelled the drunken watch
man. "Police! I have been robbed!"
"What kind of fool Is tills?" angrily'
asked one of the four. "Come, Idiot.
We are not going to rob you."
"No, but my keys! Where Is that
fellow—your fellow robber, I believe."
"Hold on! Don't Bhake the life out
of him!" exclaimed one of the four
who had not yet spoken. "This fellow
has an Idea. Let us get at It In a quiet
way. Come, now, my friend! Who
are you, and what brought you here?"
"Who am I! AVhat brought me here!
Well, that Is good. I suppose I have
a right to come, messieurs, since I am
M. de Bullion's watchman."
"Watchman! Are there two of you
then? Oil, you are that other fellow's
relief. Now I begin to see. Well, he
went to find you. He said you fre
quently stopped at M. Jacques'. Ho
went there to look for you."
"He went! lie said what! He Is a
thief, I tell you!"
"Who Is a thief? This is bewilder
ing. Wo found a watchman here. Ho
said tlmt his relief had not come anil
went to look for lilni. You must be
that relief."
"I? Oh, no. I am no relief. I am
tho watchman. A fellow eame from
the cellar and said he was pursued by
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to still another.
He stopped short on tho .threshold, I
and cry of horror burstf from his lips,
which had turned white.
watchman
They tried ibe door. It was locked.
"M. de Bullion. M. de Bullion!"
shouted tlie horso gendarme. ^"Open
this door."
There was no answer.
"Mon Dieu! lie is already murder
ed!" wailed the watchman.
The tw6 officers and the watchman
put their shoulders to the door and
with a mighty push burst it open.
The dingy lamp stood again on the
shelf. It wtis not needed tills time. A
police bullsojo unit a gleam of light in
to the farfliext corners.
"Here! In here!" cried the frenzied
watchman.
They followed him into the office of
M. de Bullion. Tliey heard him screa i.
They saw what he had discovered—
M. de Bullion rieud in his chair.
"Oh! list!" shouted the policeman
who hnd been first met by the watch
man. "Help here!. This door just
moved!"
The two sprang toward a closet door.
They tore it open. They dragged forth
Into the light of their police lamps a
grimy wretch in a leather jacket aud
slouch hat. with blood stains on his
face and hands.
"The murderer!" they shouted. "And
caught almost In the very act! Come,
M. le Cutthroat! You are wanted at
the headquarters of the police!"
CHAPTER IV.
BOSSO DTJYAIXY, CAPTAIN OF TIIE GUARD.
O Buckford Wallace, who had
expected to see a mob of his
enemies and to whom the sight
of two uniformed police offl
cers was most welcome, the words of
the gendarme carried no special sig
nificance. lie saw at once the mistake
that had been made. Instead of the
agent of the prefect of police he was
looked upon as the murderer of M. de
Bullion. He even smiled ns he thought
of the naturalness of the error.
"You are mistaken," he said, coming
forward from his hiding place without
fear. "I have done nothing to cause
my arrest. I came in here to escape a
mob of rascals who were trying to
murder me. I found this man sitting
dead in his chair."
"Oh, that is a lie!" shouted the ex
cited watchman. "He came to me with
a story like that. I, like a fool, loaned
him my leather jacket, my slouch hat,
my keys. I nveii told him which door
the big brass key unlocked. Oh, oh!"
"I think myself the story is absurd,"
said the mounted officer. "One does
not unlock private doors with stolen
keys to escape murderers. One comes
to the police for protection."
"In ray opinion," said the watchman,
"the men he was runniug away from
wanted him for another crime like
this."
"Well, it will do no good to stand
here and argue," said the officer on tho
beat. "We must take the fellow to
tho depot. Let him tell his story
there."
"If you feel It to be your duty to
place me uuder arrest," said Buck
ford, "and 1 do not blame you In tho
least, tako me at once to the prefec
ture. My adventures tonight happen
ed while acting under instructions
from the prefect of police. Ho can
understand the whole thing."
"Oh, if that's the case, it can soon be
settled," said the officer. "Come with
me."
"And 1," said the other policeman,
"will remain uutil the arrival of the
commissaire. You will of course make
tho report:"
"I will attend to that. Now come,
my fine fellow, to the prefect. I am
anxious to see whether you tell the
truth or not."
"But stay!" cried the watchman.
"My leather jacket aud my slouch
hat."
"Well, what about them?"
"I want tliem."
"Oh, ludeed! Well, what are you,
an accomplice of this fellow?"
"The good God forbid! But I want
what belongs to me."
"You will get them—after we are
through using them. A pretty watch-
tman
Buckford stepped to him and made a
hasty examination.
a mob. Ho gave me 5 francs to drlulc
his henlth, and I loaned him my leath
er jacket and slouch hat. And now,
please, where is that fellow 7 For my
5 francs are gone and I want my leath
er jacket and slouch hat."
"Curse you, your leather jacket and
slouch hat!" roared the leader of the
four. "Here wo sat an hour with the
man we wanted within arm's length
of us. Oh, I've a mind to kill you in
his stead."
"Rather," said the cooler speaker,
"let us hurry to joiu our comrades.
It cannot be difficult to trace a leather
jacket and slouch hat tonight."
They hurried away, leaving the
watchman much relieved.
But now he was iu a terrible stew.
Not only had he lost his leather
jacket and his hat, but his keys were
gone. There was no doubt In his now
half sobered mind that the rascal had
paid him francs for no other purpose
than to obtain his keys and go
through the buildings under his care.
"Mon Dieu! Mon Dieu! M. de Bul
lion!" he groaned.
With all sorts of horrors coming up
before his miud, the watchman started
on a run to intercept a policeman. He
cried out as he ran and at a nearby
corner almost stumbled iuto the arms
of a sleepy guardian of the peace who
was almost ready to club tho watch
man for disturbing his calm nnd hap
py meditations.
"Oh, come with me!" wailed tlie for
lorn watchman. "A thief has robbed
me of my leather jacket, my slouch
hat aud my bunch of keys!"
"\Yell, that is a loss indeed!" growled
the officer. "Did this successful thief
take a shoe lace as well, or perhaps a
buckle from your waistcoat?"
"Oh, indeed this is no jesting mat
ter!" groaned the poor despoiled watch
man. "He is a rascal, and with the
keys cau go through all the new
houses of M. de Bullion. Even M. de
Bullion himself is in danger, for he
sleeps in his office tonight with money
to pay his workmen tomorrow."
The police officer was no longer
asleep, nor did he .-el like joking. He
sprang at once into alertness and agll
ity. lie blew a whistle aud then start
ed on a run for the new buildings, with
the watchmau puffing in agony at his
heels.
"First to the rooms of M. do Bul
lion!" said the officer.
"Here, here!" groaned tho watch
man. "Up these stairs!"
A horse's hoofs were heard. A
mounted officer had heard the whistle
and galloped to the scene.
The three excited men smarmed up
tiro stairs.
"This door—this door!" Bald the
you are! You are as guilty of M.
de Bullion's death as his murderer.
Your neglect made it possible."
The watchmau and one officer re
mained on the scene while Buckford,
in the custody of the other officer, left
for the prefecture.
It was nearly midnight when they
arrived, and the prefect was not to be
seen till moruiug. The officer made
his report, aud the prisoner, against
his vigorous protest, was thrust Into a
cell to wait till morning.
He spent a most wretched night and
as the weary hours dragged them
selves aloug tlie humor of his situation
died away, lie now felt that he was
In a most difficult situation. A thou
sand questious crowded into his busy
brain. Suppose the prefect did not re
call his face! Suppose the prefect did
not believe his story! All depended on
the prefect.
In the morning he was taken into the
office of thft prefect, lie found there,
beside the prefect of police, the chief
of the detective service aud a commis
saire. The three looked at him with
cold, condemning eyes as he entered.
He also saw. standing a little apart,
the policeman who had arrested him
the night before.
"Is this the man?" asked the prefect
of police.
"That is the man," replied the police
mau.
"Relate the circumstances of his ar
rest and explain why he was held to
seo me personally instead of being
dent to the depot of detentiou."
"I wns patrolling my regular post
wJben I was accosted by a very excited
man," said the policeman. "He was,
it seemed, a watchman employed by
M. de Bullion, who was building the
large apartmeiit houses in that district.
He told me that a nmu hud taken Ills
leather jacket and hat aud keys that
he had gone away with them that ho
was now undoubtedly trying to rob the
houses to which the keys belonged. I
will explain that some of these houses
are already erected, while of the oth
ers only the foundations are up. I
whistled for assistance and accompa
nied the watchman to tlie office of M.
de Bullion, it seems that this M. de
Bullion is a peculiar man,"who"—
"Never mind that. It will all be told
at the Investigation. What we want
now are tho facts concerning* this
man.1'
"Well, we found M. de Bullion dead
in his chair at his desk. This fellow
was hiding In a closet. I arrested him.
He said he had not killed M. de Bul
lion, but had gone into the place to es
cape some euemles of his own who had
tried to kill him. He also stated that
he had been acting under direct orders
from you, M. le Prefect."
The chief of the detectives aud the
commissaire looked at the prefect with
Interrogative eyes. The prefect looked
sternly and scrutlnlzingly at Buckford.
"What orders have I ever glveu you?"
he asked.
"Why, dou't you remember me? I
was here yesterday morning and told
you about tho conspiracy against the
prince who is in Paris incognito."
"Are you that fellow? Well, I must
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5 1
say you nave cnangea In appearance.
But,"after all, perhaps if you took off
that leather jacket and washed your
face 1 could recognize you."
"I would bo glad of the chance," re
plied Wallace.
"I will give you orders to that ef
fect. Now tell us how you came to be
in tbe.oflice of M._do Bullion."
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"f'?$}& ITO BE COWTLNUm]
A
Sttcceaft.
Landlady—I believe In lotting coflfe«
boil for thirty minutes. That's the only
way to got the goodness out of it.
New Boarder (UV.Ua his and leav
ing it)—You have succeeded admirably.
lmpossibI&
GREGG & Ward, Manchester.
JSSKfr*
v5
•f-y-VS
f\
I'nln i-nn't
rminln.no matter it
Is fxti-rnal or intcmil.
Hoff's German
Liniment
Unjujlird nrronlintf to directions. It
.'lots-nut
cure incurnbk Jml
does PUT© all imln nriKiny fr«ni I
inflammation, stitrnen of joints
liruiftce, hums, cold*, etc., etc. n*a tN
sliort wit our© for i«ln. sold »y all (I
dniL-frigtain 25\ and cou. UtiU«. For
booklet addrvss
KOODBH'H
it
JKSSISfiS. Anuli, Mian.
House and 7}:2 Acres of Land in Ulan
Chester for Sale.
I will sell on reasonable terms my pluco in
Manchester, which constats of 7H acrcs of land.
Tho Improvements are a five room dwelling
hou ?. a barn, buggy shed, chicken house, ice
house any other small buildings. For particu
lars enquire on the premises of
40 tf. ALEX. -PURVIS.
WM
BEACOM'S
CtJTieLEHR
IOWJ»
U, H. Bowman, Delhi, Iowa.
Dr. H. Livingston, Hopkinton, Iowa.
J.P.Strelgel Kyao, Iowa.
K. F. Mulvehlll, Masonvillc.lowa.
0 A. Kendall, KarlvllK lowc,
Kerper
a
Meyers, Tst^rsbu.-j?, Iowa
T. Armstrong, Greene}. Iiva.
F. W. Hoyden, Edge
wood,
Wheeler & EaionrLamotit, Iowa
James Musser, Almoral, Iowa.
J. V. Hush, Colesburg, lowa.
K. B. Rriggs & Co., Dundee, Iowa.
Reliable aod Gentle.
"A pill's a pill," says the aaw But
there are pills and pills. You want a
pill which is certain, thorough and gen
tle. Mustn't gripe. Dewitt's Little
Early Ilisers till the bill. Purely veget
able. Do not force but assiBt the bow
els to act. Strengthen and invigorate.
Small and easy to take. Smith Bros.
Deroc Jersey Swine.
A few flue male pigs for sale, pedigree fur
nished with each pig.
h. D. SNYDEH, 2H miles southwest of Man
chester, Iowa. 45ws
CHEAP—Resldeneo Property in this city.
Enquire of Bronsou & Carr.
The Children's Friend.
Vou'll have a cold this winter. May
be you have one now. Your children
will suffer too. For coughs croup,
bronchitis, grip and other winter com
plaints One Minute Cough Cure never
fails. Acts promptly. It is very pleas
ant to the taste and perfectly harndees.
C. George, Winchester, Ky, wntee,
"Our little girl was attacked with croup
late one night and waB so hoarse ehe
could hardly speak. We gave her a
few do6es of One Minntu Cough Cure
It relieved ber immediately mid bhe
went to 6leep. When she awoke next
morning she had no sign of hoarseness
or croup Smith Hroe.
THE SUBE WAY TO CALIFORNIA,
You can go to California in a through
Tourist car, which leaves Cedar Rapids
every Tuesday at 8:40 p. via C.
H, & N. Ky. Our rates arc as low as
via any uther route and the service
UrBt-claBs in every respect.
If you are thinking of making the
trip, do not fail to secure your berths
ahead through any agent of this com
pany.
NO. G. FARMER,
A. (r. P. & T. A.
B, K.&N. Ry.
44w23. Cedar Rapids, lowa.
Hodexn Surgery Surpassed.
"While suffering from a bed cage of
plies I consulted a physician who ad
vised me to try a box of lie Witt's
Witch Hazel Salve" says G. F. Carter,
Atlanta, Georgia.
U1
procured a box
and was entirely cured. DeWitts
Witch Hazel Salve is a splendid cure
for piles, giving relief instantly, and I
heartily recommend it to all sufferers.'
Surgery is unnecessary to cure piles.
De Witt's Witch Uazei Salve will cure
any case. Cuts, burns, bruise* and all
other wounds are also quickly cured bv
it. Beware of counterfeits. £tnith
Bros.
Much Beading for Little
Money.
The New York World has pot the
cost of printing down to a minimum.
Its latest olTt of its monthly newppH
per-roagazico is Interesting if from iv
other caare than it shows the
E(
me of
"how much for how little." The Month
ly- World is a 32 page magazine with
colored cover. Its iguB are about the
Bize of the pages of the Lrniies Home
Journal, and it is piimfly illustrated
in hail-tone. Tlie illustrations are the
results of the best artistic skill, aided
by all the latest printing-prees appli
ances, uiakiDg amag'.zine unrivalled in
the quility of its contents and ltn ap
pearances. Kuch issue contains stories
of romance, love, adventure, travel
stories of liction and ict .' tones of
tiiinss quxint and curious, gathered to
SPthcr from all over the world tho re
sult* of scientific research, and editor
ial reviews. It numbers among its
contributors the h'aiiing literary men
nd wiunen of ihe day. A feature
e^ch month is a full-page portrait of
the most firni man or woman of the
moment in the pullic eye. In collect
ing and preparing for publication the
literary matter and art subjects for tho
Monthly World no expense is spared.
The New York World will send tlx
numbers of this nenspaper-magaztnu
on receipt of fifteen cents in stsmp9.
Address The'World, Pulitzer Building,
New York.
Si. „,,
iK 51
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One Fare Plus $2
CHICAGO
VIA THE
Illinois Central
c®ntral
will sell excursion tickets
r2r ilt«lS?«Pec,?,8«?nd *1 limited to the «tn
for return, at a rate of one fare plus 12 for the
nntl
including all points west of
2Ui?Lt,K account of the internatloniU live
n'0 °.n
und aBnu°i
convention na-
,v® s^^^laUon. to be held in Chlco
to Ihc llrst week in December.
J.K.MERBY,
Asst. (.on. Pass. Apt., IU. Cen. R. K.,
47'3*w Dubuque, Iowa.
Farm Bargains.
•ai!»l!ieialia.KrIcultura«?nd
17 0hlo Soda|,fti Mo
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STATE BANK
Manchester, lowa.
CAPITAL $60,000
OFFICERS
C.
TH* Ont.'.T F*'3IO*LBI«OOV«RV
Cms ECZEMA, SALT RHEUX,
ALL SKIN ERUPTIONS* AND
FACE
BLEMISHES. IT HAS NO
EQUAL.
Sold by druggists or sent express prepaid upon
receipt, of pri.'n rr-c. Aridr&ss
F« N. BEAC'M. MASCJ. fsrrp- TOTV4
rtold by
CAWI.EY, CIIAS. J, SEKDS.
President. Cashier
R. W. TIRRIL, C. W. KEAGY,
Ass't. ashier.
*. itAni u.
VIco President,
—DIRECTOR8
wM .Cir(jiS^Y- P- ARNOLD.
W. G. KKN\ON. R, w. TIRRILL
EDWARD 1\ SEEDS. W DUNHAM.
C1JAS. J. SEEDS. M. H. WILLISTON.
C. W. REAGY,
Interest Paid on Time Deposits.
Prompt attention given to all business. Pas
sender tickets from and to all parts ol Eur
ope direct to Manchester, for sale-
Long Time Mortgage Loans Made,
Bought nnd Sold,
SAFETY DEPOSIT BOXES
For tho storage of valuable papers,
etc. for rent.
Banking
House
Henry Hutchinson
Hutchlnion't Building. Manchester, Ion.
CAPITAL, 870,000
JOSEPH HUTCHINSON, Ouhier.
COLLECTIONS
rssmplly ASaaa.
DEPOSITS
on Time, Interest Al-
lowed ana other deposits received.
DRAFTS
sold on New York. Chicago
ana Dubuque also on Great Britain and Ire
land ano c.urcreasCit{es.
TICKETS—sold to ana from all European
ports via Cnnard, or Allen or White Star Strain
ship lines,
R. W. TIRRILL
Is Loaning floney as cheap
as any person or Corpora
tion.
UNCLE SAM'S SEPARATOR
HAS GROWN TO CUCH L.'.RGE PROPORTIONS THAT IT IS
AN ELEPHANT TO THE DE LAVAL PEOPLE
BOY'S
IWS
DOUGLASS, the Photo
grapher.
Go to Douglass
For FINE PICTURES
WM. DONNELLY, M. D.
Physician and Surgeon,
Proprietor ot toe
Ryan Drug Store.
:v Dealer
Drugs, Stationery, Etc
RYAN IOWA
''{is sW
Henry Hutchinson
Breeder of Thoroughbred -i'V ..'ti-j
Shorthorn Cattle.
JOSEPH UTCHINSON
Manchester, Iowa.
M. F, LKRO\ Pre«i. If. A, GRANGER Cashier
II, A. VON OVEN. Asst. Cashier
A. II. BLAKE, 1st. V. President
H.<p></p>First
0. HAEBKRLE.and.
V.<p></p>National
1
blue
cra*8
sections of
Missouri Write for dlscriptlous and
«. Real Estate Co.
47-2-w oNorris
Presldpnt,
BANK,
MANCHESTER. IOWA.
CAPITAL. $50,000
General
Banking
Business
llSyt?""'
Transacted,
Interest Paid on Time Deposits.
SAFETY DEPOSIT BOXES
FOR RENT.
SIBECTOSS.
vr K-0800, M. F. LeRoy,
HA.oSVer. A-HeBuSi
L.L
W a
•.
Fine Furniture
AT
Fair Prices
GO TO
Werkmeister's
AT
k: 5cp.irutor Is such a bugbear to them that
ity u.i elephant in everything connected with
it, i- it nit surprising to find them using an
elephant to run a U. .Separator with neither is It
curprt»ing to see tears in the eyes of the elephant.
It Is enough to make nn elephant weep to have to do
work that a dog lie could play bill with could do easily,
I hnt a dot can run a U. 5. Separator will be
seen by reading the following letter:
84-lb. Dog Runs No. 7 U. S.
Separator Without Trouble.
MINOT,MB.,
•I see v.nircompetitors, the L)e
Laval Co., are passing out cir
culars at fairs, showing an ele*
ph.nnt running a dog-power, and
S printing thestatcment that re
quires much i«ower to run one
of the U. S. Separators.
Ni- I have run one of your
No. 7 Si?vv capacity machines for
tnore t' .m a year, and operated
the same by dog-power. My
dog weighs only 84 lbs., and
___ commmccd to run the separator
-T" TB. \vhcn lie was only four months
»i* old. I h-ive no trouble in main
taining the required speed, anil
am greatly pleased with the
separator aud power.
A. K. P. QUIMBY.
FARM MACHINE CO., BELLOWS FALLS, VT.
School Suiis.
Parents me getting tho boys
ready for school. They have to 2gl
have a suit, or pair of pants, a
Bliirt and hat. We have them
for you. We are selling boys' JjJp
two piece suits from $1.00 up.
Boy's three piece suits from
$2.50 to 87.50. -, "Boy's long &^S
pants suits from $8.00 down to
$2.75. We have the shirt with
two collars at 50c. BR
Hats and caps from 25c to
$1.50. Big line of knee pants SWi
2oc to $1.25. We have our over- ma
coats all in and ready for in
spection,
We have a ruler for every boy and girl in
the county. GIVEN AWAY FREE.
ALLEN & STOREY.
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THE WORLD'S LEADERS.
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Earlville.
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Undertaking Solicited.
F. WERKMEISTER,
Earlville, Iowa
Sept. jo, IQOI.
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