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by Victor Rousseau
Copyright W.O.Chsymm “FOR MY SAKEI* Paul Hewlett, loitering at night hi Madison square. New Tork, Is approached by an Eskimo ck>g. He follows the dos to a gambling house and moots the animal’s mistress coming out with a large amount of money. She Is beautiful and In dis tress and be follows her. After protecting her from two assailants he takes her In charge, and puts her In his own rooms for the rest ef the night. He returns a little later to find a murdered man in his rooms and Jacqueline darned, with her memory gone. He decides to protect Jacqueline, gets rid of the body and prepares to take her to Quebec In a search for her home. Simon Leroux, searching for Jacqueline for some unfriendly pur pose, finds them, but Hewlett evades him. Hewlett calls tbs girl his sister. In Quebec he learns that she Is the daughter ef a recluse In the wilds, Charles Du chains. Pore Antoine tells Hewlett Jac queline is married and tries to take her away. Jacqueline Is spirited away and Hewlett is knocked out, both escape and arrive at St. Boni face. On their sled journey to Chateau Du chains their dogs are poisoned, and Hewlett goee snow blind. Jacqueline recovers her memory and leaves Hewlett. Pare Antoine rescues Hewlett from death in the snow. He says Jacqueline Is the wife of Louis d’Epernay, nephew of Charles Duchalne. Hew lett nishes his way to Chateau Duchalne. CHAPTER Xll—Continued. —lft I turned beck and followed the cor* vldor to the right and came to a little hall toward the rear of the building. Beyond me was an open door, and be hind It I aaw the doll glow of a afore and felt Its hast I approached cautiously and looked Facing me, shore a cracked and an cient mirror, wars two rusty broad sword* and In the mirror I aaw a largo oaken table reflected. Seated at It clothed In a threadbare coat of vary ancient fUahlou. was an old man with long, Mow-whlte hair and a white, forked beard. He was busily transfer ring a stack of gold pieces from his *ght to his left aide; and then ha bn* emu scribbling on a sheet of paper. He jpkld bm not the smallest attention as I entered. I percaieed that the top of the table wan rery curiously designed. It wee marked off with squares and columns, and in each square were figures In black and red. Upon one end of the table at which the old man aat waa a cup-shaped, circular affair of very dark wood—teak. It resembled—ones deli cately Inlaid with pearl. But now moat of the Inlay had disappeared, leaving unsightly holes. At the bottom of the cup were e number of metallic compartments, and the whole interior portion waa revolv ing slowly at a turn of the old man's fingers. The hall stopped and settled In one of the compartments, and the old man took a goldplece from one of the squares on the table, transferred s little pile of gold from his right side to his left, and Jotted down some fig ures upon his paper. And suddenly I was aware of an abysmal rage that filled me. It seemed like an abominable dream. I bad en dured so much for Jacqueline, to find myself tmmeshed in such things In the and. I stepped forward and swept the entire heap of gold into the center ef the table. “M. Duchalne I" I shouted. “Why are you playing the fool here when your daughter Is suffering pereecu if The old man seemed to be aware of my presence for the first time. He looked up at me out of his mild old eyes and shook his head In apparent perplexity. •'Ton are welcome, monsieur.** he tad, heir rising with a courtly air. “Do you wish to atska a few pieces in a game with me?” He gathered up a handful of the coins and pushed them toward me. •You eee, monsieur, I have s eye* tarn at least I nearly have a system,** he went on eagerly. “But It may not bo so good as yours. Come. Ton shell be the banker and see If yon can win my money from me. Bnt we shall return the stakes afterward.’* “If. Duchalne !** I shouted In his ear. “Where Is your daughterT* “My daughter 1” he repeated in mild surprise. “Ah, yes; she has gone to Hew Tork to make our fortune with the system. But make your play, mon ieur.** In desperation I thrust a goldplece upon one of the numbers at the head' of s column. The wheel stopped, and « ball rolled into one of Its com plements. The old man thrust sev eral gold pieces toward me. I staked again and again and weu gvery time. Within five minutes the «M» heap ef frifl pieces lay at my Jacqueline of Golden Victor Rousseau River The dotard looked at me with an me pression of Imbecile terror. “You will give them back to met** he pleaded. I thrust the heap of coins toward him. “Now, M. Duchalne,** I said; "In return for these you will conduct me to Mile. Jacqueline." “I am here, monsieur,” answered a voice at the door, and I whirled, to ate Jacqueline confronting me. CHAPTER XIII. Some Plain Speaking. I took three steps toward her and stood still. For this was Jacqueline, bnt it was not my Jacqueline. It might have been Jacqueline’s grand mother when she was a girl—this haughty belle with her high waist and side curls and her flounced skirt and aspect of cold recognition. She did not stir as I approached her but stood still, framed In the doorway, looking at me as though I were an unwelcome stranger. My outstretched arms fell to my sides. “Jacqueline!" I cried. “It is I, Paul 1 Ton know me, Jacqueline?” Jacqueline inclined her head. "Oh, yea; I know you. monsieur,” sho an swered. “Why have you come hereT" “To save yon, Jacquollne!” She made me a mocking courtesy. “I am Infinitely obliged to you, mon sieur, for your good will,” she aald; “but I do not need your aid. I am with friends now, M.—M. Paul I” “Do you want to see me, Jacque line T" I asked, watching her through a whirling fog. “No, monsieur,” she answered chil lingly. “No, monsieur I” “Do you wish me to go!** Bha, said nothing, and I walkod un steadily toward the door. Sho fol lowed me slowly. I went out of the room and pulled the door to behind me. I knew that after It had dosed I should never as# Jacqueline again. She opened It and stood confronting me, and then burst Into a flood of Im passioned speech. “Why have yon followed am here to persecute me?” she cried. “Are you under the Illusion that I am help less? Do you think the friends who rescued me from you have forgotten that you exist? Tou took advantage of my helplseances. I do not want to see you. I hate you t” “Tou told mo that you loved me, and I bellevbd you, Jacqueline,” I an swered miserably, watching the color flam# Into her lovely face. And I could eee she remembered that. “When I waa 111 yon used me for your base schemes,” she went on with cutting emphasis. “And you—you fol lowed me here. Have you not had money enough? Do you want more?” I seised her by the wrists. Thus I held her st arm’s length, and my fin gers tightened until I saw the flesh grow white beneath them. The inten sity of my rage best hers down and made It s pony thing. “Jacqueline! Only a few nights ago you said you loved me; that you would never send me sway until I wished to go. What Is it that has happened to change yon so, Jacqueline?” I had her In my arms. She strug gled fiercely and I let her go. “How dare you, monsieur!” she panted. “Go st once, or I shall call for aid 1” So I went Into the passage. Bnt be for I reached the end of the little hall Jacqueline came running back to me. “Monsieur!” she gasped. “M. Paul! For tho sake of—of what I once thought you, I do not want yon to be eeen. Ton are In dreadful danger. Gome back I” “No, Mme. d’Epernay,” I answered, and she winced again, as though I had struck her across the face. “For my sake,” she pleaded, catch ing st my arm, and at that moment I heard a door slam underneath and heavy footsteps begin slowly to ascend the stairs. “No, ms dame," I answered, trying to release my arm from her clasp. “Then for the sake of—our love, Paul I” she gasped. I suffered her to lead me back Into the room. As she drew me back and closed the door behind us I heard the footsteps pause and turn along the corridor. I knew that heavy gait as well as though I already saw Leronx’s hard face before my eyes. The room was completely dark. I heard Leroux tramp In and his voice mingling with the dick-dick of the ball In the rouette wheel. “Who is here?” he demanded. “I am,” answered Jacqueline. “Msudlt!” he burst out explosively. “Where is (PEpernsy? I am tired of waiting for him 1” “I have told yon many times that I do not know,” answered Jacqueline. "Bom long will you keep up this frit ins i. ■> darner cried Leroux ib> , m swsasssv-.sr&a frsas utf iL LscuuE. why wm you net be lieve that 1 remember nothing r an swered Jacqueline. “After my father had turned M. Louis d’Epernay out ef his home, whither he had come to beg money to pay bis gambling debts, you brought him back. Tou made my fa ther take him back In. He wanted to marry me. Put I refused, because I had no love for him. But you insisted I should marry him, because he bad gained you the entrance to the seign iory and helped yon to acquire your power over my father.” “Go on.” growled Leroux, Dltlng his Ups. “Perhaps I shall learn some thing.” “Nothing that yon do not already know, monsieur,” she flashed out with spirit. “My father came here, long ago, a political fugitive, In danger of death. Tou knew this, and you played upon his fears. Ton drained him of his last penny, and then offered him ten thousand dollars to gamble with In Quebec, telling him of the delights of the city and premising him immu nity,” the girl on remorselessly. “And for this he was to assign hie property to Lonls, thinking, of course, that he could soon make his fortune st the tables. And Louis was to marry me, and in turn seU the seigniory to you. And so I married Louis under threat of death to my father. “Oh, yes, monsieur, the plan was simple and well devised. And I knew nothing of It. But Louis d’Epernay blnrted It all out to me upon our wedding night. I think the shame of knowing that I had been sold to him unhinged my mind, for I ran out into the snows. “Now yon know all, monsieur, for I remember nothing more until I found myself traveling back with M. Hew lett In the sleigh. Tou say I was In New Tork. Well, I do not remem ber It. “And as for Lonls d’Epernay, I know nothing of him—bnt I will die before he claims me as his wife 1” And then I had the measure of Le roux. He lsngbed and be beat down her scorn with scorn. “Too have underestimated your price, ms dame.” he sneered. “Since you have learned so mnch I will tell yon More. Ton have cost me twenty thousand dollars, and not ten; for be sides the ten thousand paid to your father Louis got ten thousand also, upon the signing of the marriage coo tract. So swallow that, and be proud of bring priced ao high I And the seigniory Is already his, and I am waiting for him to return and sell me the ground rights for twenty-five thou sand more, and if I know Louis d’Eperaay he will aot wait very long to get his fingers round It” “Listen to me. Simon Leroux,” aald Jacqueline, standing up before him, as Indomitable in spirit as he. “All your plots and schemes mean nothing to me. My only aim la to taka my father away from here, from you and M. d*Bpernay, and let yon wrangle over your spoil. There are more than four legged wolves, M. Lerous; there are human ones, and, like the other* when food la scarce they prey upon each other.” “Pardleu. I like your spirit!” ex claimed Simon, staring at her with frank admiration. And Jacqueline’s bead dropped then. Unwittingly Simon had pierced her defenses. But he never knew, for before be had time to know the greybeard rose upon his feet and rubbed his thin hands together, chuckling. “Never mind your money, Simon,” he said. “I’m going to bo richer than any of yon. Do you know what I did with that ten thousand? I gave It to my little daughter, and she has gone to New Tork to make our fortunes at Mr. Daly’s gaming house. No, there she Is!” he suddenly exclaimed. “She has come back 1” Leroux wheeled round and looked from one to the other. “Dlable! So that was the purpose of your visit to New Tork?” he asked the girl. “So—you have not quite for gotten that, madsme! Where la the money?” Jacqueline’s lips quivered. I saw her glance Involuntarily toward tho door behind which I was standing. And suddenly the last phase of the problem became clear to me. Jacque line thought I had robbed her. I stepped from behind the door and faced Leroux. “I have that money,” I said curtly. I saw his face turn white. He stag gered back, and then, with a ball’s bel low, rushed at me, his heavy flats aloft But he stopped short when he saw my automatic pistol pointing at his chest. And he saw In my face that I waa ready to shoot to kill. “Tou thief —you spy—you treach erous hound. I’ll murder you 1” ho roared. The dotard, who had been looking at me, came forward. “No, no, I won’t have him mur dered. Simon," he protested, laying a trembling hand on Leroux’s shoulder. “He has almost as good a roulette system as I have.” Hewlett is forced to leave the chateau and begins new adventures. (TO BE CONTINUED.) A Good Way to Start. “They Mem to get alone well to* •ether.’ “Tee. neither awe expected the oth- BRAZIL:Meking Pot Like the United States RAZIL Is of special Interest to the people of the United States these days. It Is in the air that America and I Brasil are to become better acquainted before recon struction days are over. I And if for no other reaeon I Brasil Is interesting to us B because It la. like the United Btates, a melting pot of the nations. When President-Elect Epltaclo Pee aoa was here recently he aald. In a pub lic address: “Having In mind the dose rela tions which have always existed be tween our two countries It Is not sur prising that the entrance of the United States In the great European con flict should have had a decisive In fluence on Brasil's procedure. To the precious title of friend, uniting our destinies and claiming our share of effort and sacrifice, we added that of ally—allied to the nation which has Just furnished to history the most brilliant examples of ability and force. “Now that the monstrous scourge has disappeared from the face of the civilised world, and nations. Impelled by accumulated energy in the making up of lost time, are to resume their old life of peace and toll. Brnsll will rejoice In continuing to develop more and more the relations of every kind which bind her to the United States, nnd to strive for this end will be one of the fondest endeavors of my gov ernment." It Is thus of particular Importance that the United States endeavor to un derstand the conditions of life In this vast melting pot of the nations. The melting pot of Brazil is not Just like ours. It seems, however, to be quite as complicated a boiling. The racial diversity In Brazilian society Is as pro nounced as Is the variety of Its geo graphical groups. A study of the home life Is a study In ethnology. The orig inal Portuguese stock is found In all phases of transition from unadulter ated purity through partial and com plete mixtures with native Indian and negro nnd fusion with foreign na tions —Italian. German. English. Span ish and American. The Brasil of to day Is a melting pot of races and na tionalities as heterogeneous as It Is dis tracting to the chance traveler, says Clayton S. Cooper In New York Son. On beginning to aak questions one finds himself entangled In an intricate maze of fusions between Portuguese and Brazil la n-Portuguese. foreigners ond Brazilian foreigners, Brazilians who are Brazilians and Brazilians who nre ethnologicnlly cabocios or mestizos, or sertaos; or Brasilians who locally or historically are Paullstas, German- Brazilians, Dutch-Brazillans, pure blooded Indians, or sons and daughters of a half a dozen foreign races or na tions, who are Brazilians because they w*-re horn In Brazil. The visitor freshly landed and Attractions of Old Warsaw A visitor to Wursnw who has en joyed the advantage of a Polish cice rone points to the mistake, made by vlsitora In a hurry, of confining their attention to the new quarters of the city. Warsaw Is not Cracow, of course, but off the beaten track rile has many curious churches, many rid plunged suddenly Into this diverting congeries of human, nstloaal and ra cial amalgamation. Is Inclined to sym pathise with probable enlighten ment of Colonel Boosevelt, who la re ported to have Inquired of a sea cap tain concerning the population of a certain West Indian Island, when the old saa dog replied: “Well, there are some Spanish, a few French, some Por tuguese, a few Dutchmen and a dosen other races the Lord didn’t Intend.” The amaslng wonder of all (espe cially to a North American lesa famil iar with European races, and holding decided views concerning color lines, etc.). Is the manner in which this coun try Is slowly, and apparently with har mony and democratic social and racial relations, evolving a distinct Brasilian type. The salient characteristics of what Is becoming to be known as the true Brasilian character Include the aristocratic culture and high Intelli gence of the old family Portuguese stock, at once Latin and Moorish by Inheritance, the exaltation, daring and passion of a vigorous aborigine’s blood, softened by the affectionate, emotional strain of the African, especially In north Brazil —the whole shot through with typical modernity and enterprise that marriage and general contact with European races have afforded. With such elements, the national home life of Brazil Is being compounded. The Latin races are said to he lack ing In homelike qualities, ns compared with English or Teutonic peoples. Moreover, the Portuguese, who gave Brazil formative principles, were more truly the copyists of Homan civiliza tion than any other European stock, and the Romans were famous for their slight attention to the home. Yet Por tugal has been ever a land of homes and her new world Brazilian daughter has Inherited her Instinct. It Is a land plneing great emphasis on family life. There Is always danger. In writing of a subject like Brazilian home life, for the narrator to overgeneralize. Home and family life Is, like the civilization generally diverse, and It is necessary to decline the stratum of life one is talk ing about If an attempt Is made to find universal characteristics. There Is the home of the seringuero or rubber gatherer In the lonely fastness of the A mason wilderness, nnd the tepee of the still savage Indian of the forest jungle. The fisher folk, a considerable clan scattered along the Brazil Inu coast from the extreme north to the Argentine boundary, have a life dis tinctive, bringing their hauls of fish ashore in frail looking boats and In light hearted talk and song sit about their rude huts at twilight to sup on a bit of farina, a drop of native whisky and some of the Brazilian dried beef —to the accompaniment of the vlolao. Should one be Just to the many sided home and social life of this gi gantic country, he must needs write also of the occupations of the gaucho. houses, and many quaint streets to offer for inspection. In this period of renaissance for Poland Warsaw Is considering the best means of show ing her art treasures to advantage. It Is probable that the large modern mu seum. with plenty of light but with little or no charm, will be adopted by. the civic authorities. There are many who plead the advantages of the old houses as much more effective frames to oM pictures and curies than the un compromising aspect of whit* walls and the fitn ef skylights. Bach type or Brazilian cowboy, living hie dm lag and picturesque existence apart an the southern Interior plains; tbeo there to the Important section of Brariltaa ssef ety best seen In Its original home to the state of Minas—the faseadetro, er cafpfra, as be Is sometimes called, the country magnate whose wealth la hie proud plantations, and who Usee aftse more or less Isolated with his find?* constituting his own kingdom. Mb’ pendent and free and hospitable e» was any of our old southland plantar* or any medieval baronial lard. It to this land holders class that makes a strong appeal to jroong and oW Email alike. This king of the land end horsse and wide distances fascinates and caffe forth something Inherent In the Bra zilian character. This country Is first of all an agricultural domain of eelee sal area, and the Cnzendelro still bride In his hand the nation's key. Of tom one has said: “Such authority ao he knows has vanished perhaps from the greater part of the world, but to Bra zil It rules unquestioned, forming a powerful bond between the aril md Its owner. "In his powerful solitude the lea# owner Indulges In his love of Intellect tunl culture, he Inclines toward phOoe ophy; he possesses a certain natural eloquence. jThls Brasilian aristocracy enjoys political as well as soda! pow er. They form the structure, the frame work of all party politics; they anr fte strength. Its very life; It Is they who govern and administer Brazil." One Is confronted here with the rem nants of a feudal oligarchy, with the culture and refinement belonging te ft in the middle nges of Europe, bnt wffb the striking difference that this rider nnd Influential Brazilian node! order le being voluntarily changed nnd infxed with a complex variety of mass popu lation. slowly but surely forming n democratic society. In which the spirit of republicanism ond equality Is strang er even than the spirit of the nntfoaaf religion. Any concrete description of a home the better class Is a biography of the fife and characteristics of the Em ail lAn woman—the wife nnd mother. Domestic existence Is pecuflarty her sphere of Action nnd Inffuence, antf from this throne of home fife she rule* nnd also shines. Brazilian women are not only nflew to look at and Intelligent converaaffon nlists: they are furthermore “the moth ers of men." It Is a land of large fam ilies, eight and ten children being no exceptional thing In a Brazilian home. Th£ upbringing of children la net at tended with any superfluous modern fads, and eugenic* twilight sleep, birth control, together with other reforms off our northern “efficiency" are as yet unknown. of museum has Its own advantages, and Warsaw will have to make her own choice. Australian Pearls. The pearls that come from the coast of Australia are of many shapes apd colors, and In the trade have names to distinguish them. Pearls under tew grains are sold by the ounce, share that by the grain. Color has a deal t# do with the value. The white psags gn v mostly to Europe end the pritoir. sneMs India.