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The Mysterious Monogr
An Absorbing New Novel By Howard P. Rockey Copyrighted by the Author v?ltirjj SYNOPSIS OF PREVIOUS CHAP TERS. Tho morning after a dinner given at his club by Lord Harcourt, an En glish nobleman, to announce his en gagement to Miss Grncc Marston, one of his guests, Townehcnde by name, is fount! dead, evidently stabbed while litting at a table in ono of the card rooms. Later the old door man is found back of tho club strangled to death. The only strangers at the dinner were Kandwahr, an Indian prince, and Cornish, an American. Harcourt, having been intoxicated, remembered nothing of what he did after dinner, nnd nis valet, having found a stiletto in his pocket nnd blood on his clothes, is afraid he might bo guilty of the murder. On tho stiletto is carved a strange monogram, which Harcourt finds later on a cigarette stub on the table by the dead man and another in the Martson's drawing room and still an other in a flower box near Miss Mars ton nt the Cornish reception. Returning home early, Harcourt finds Kandwahr has broken open his vabinet and is taking the stiletto from t. Har court realizes it is best not to call the police but later Kandwahr is arrested while attempting to throw the knife nto the rver. Harconet nearly distracted with worry over the affair receives a new surprise when he finds a pendent with the mysterious monogram carved in silver which Grace claims is hers. A warrant is issued for Harconet's arrest but his friends cleverly contrive to get him away and aboard Cornish's yacht. THE KIDNAPPED PRISONER. Dawn was just breaking as the mud bespattered automobile neared ilio little landing on tho coast just beyond tho city. Cornish had given instruc tions to the captain of the Murita to j have his launch there, and now the American leaned forward to ask the chauffeur if tho boat was in sight. It was, moored loosely to the dock, its engines ready to be off in an In stant. Drawing up at the edge of tho planking, the big machine stopped and Cornish sprang out with a little grunt of relief. As he did so three men from the launch hurried forward with a great tarpaulin. Adelo slipped from the car and with out a word ran down tho wharf to the lAunob, while tho men hastily wrapped Harcourt in tho rubber blanket and carried him aboard unceremoniously. Turning to Farndalo, Cornish grasp ed his hand warmly. "Sir Harry, you'ro a brick!" he exclaimed enthu siastically. "I leave it to your in genuity to get back undetected and to cover up the real movements of the car. Good-bye and good luck!" Then he stepped into the launch, and the little craft shot out rapidly over tho water to where tho yacht lay all ready to weigh anchor. Tho day wa3 coming fast now and there was no time. to be lost. Cornish's instruc tions to tho captain had been most explicit. Tho Murita had cruised off Southampton until nearly daybreak and had then run in closo enough to permit the landing of the launch. Officially, the trim littlo vessel had not been noted, and now if they were able to got away before being observed, or before the news of Harcourt's dis appearance could cause a lookout for departing craft, Cornish knew thoy were safe that the success of his carefully laid plan was assured. His muscles stiff and sore, his head aching violently, and his mouth chafed and sore from the gag, Har court breathed a sigh of relief when ho felt himself placed gently upon what seemed, to bo a bod. In another moment tho suffocating tarpaulin was pulled from about him and some one began to cut the bonds that cut Into his wrists and ankles. Tho two men who had carried him departed noiselessly, and in tho dim light of tho littlo cabin, Harcourt mado out someono standing in the doorway. A second later tho electric lights wcro switched on and ho saw Adelo smiling mischievously at him. Harcourt sat up with difficulty and surveyed his dishevelled appearance. His evening clothos were sadly dis arranged, and be blinked at the lights as ho rubbed his wrists ruefully. "Good morning, Lord Harcourt," Adelo said gaily. "I say what's this all about?" ho tammered, still winking at tho lights. "Isn't this a bit tough on a chap, Miss Cornish?" "Perhaps just a bit" sho agreed. "But you must blamo dad not mo." "His American idea of a joke 1b cer tainly rather rough, I muBt say." The girl laughed merrily. "Do you think it M a Joke?" sho asked. "Isn't it?" "Well not exactly," she explained. "Dad will bo down as soon as we aro safely away, and he will tell you all about it." "My dear MIbb Cornish," said Har court anxiously, "Surely we aro not ami W leaving England?" "I'm afraid wo aro. But I must loavo you now. You'll find clothing and I think everything you'll need, In that chest in tho corner." "Am I being ah stolen?" ho de manded in astonishment. Adelo laughed again at his per plexity. "Yes, you aro a prisoner," Bho told him. "But do not fear you will not have to marry mo In order to ransom yoursolt! Now promlso mc that you will not try to leavo this cabin until father comes to soo you. Then I can leavo you to dress in peaco." "But, MIbs Cornish if this vessel is leaving " "Thoro aro guards at the door," sho said, interrupting him. "If you should try to got out' thoy would only bo obliged to use force so I hope you will do as I ask of you." Ho stared at her questioningly, un able to believe his ears. For a mom ent tho girl returned his gaze qulto seriously, then, as ho was about to speak again, she turned and lied, closing the door noiselessly behind her. Sitting on the edge of the bed alone in the cabin Harcourt tried to puzzle out tho events of the night. Unquestionably these people had de liberately carried him off by force against his will. And the most as tonishing part of it was the fact that Carrlngton and Farndale and even Sir Thomas had talc n part in the abduction. He crossed to the narrow porthole and looked out. The yacht was cer tainly heading out to sea and ho Bworo to himself as ho realized that he was being forced to break the word ho had given to MacBee his promise uot to go away without advising tho Inspector. Then the thought of Graco and the mysterious monogram return ed. What was her association with the horrible thing? How was she mixed up in the events that had cul minated in the murder of Towne shend? Because he feared that she would become Involved perhaps even suspected and arrested he had con fessed to tho murder himself. And after all, ho thought again, in spite of all his doubts his confession might be the truth. But at any event ho must get back and at once. He would not break his word to MacBee and if the woman he loved was in danger ho meant to be there to protect her from it. He could not leave the cabin now and there was nothing to do but wait. The moment Cornish should appear, however, he would insist upon being put on shore at ob:e, and he knew that he could easily be back in Lon don within a few hours. At the sight of himself in the mirror the clothing Adele had mentioned, ho determined to take advantage of A plentiful wardrobe had thought fully been provided for him, and he hurriedly selected fresh linen and a suit of tweeds. Tho change made he grew Impatient for Cornish to appear, and crossing to tho cabin door, lis tened carefully. There was no sound outside, and opening the door, he put hlB head out into the passageway. No guards were in sight, and with a sigh of relief ho stepped out. At that mo ment, however, he saw Cornish's tall form coming from the deck, and he advanced angrily to face him. Tho American cut him short abrupt ly, refusing flatly to return to South hampton. "Harcourt," he said, not unkindly, "come ii'to the cabin and sit down. I have a great deal to say to you." "Meanwhile wo are getting farther away from the coast," Harcourt re minded him. "Go back into tho cabin!" Cornish directed, and he forced the earl to do as ho bade him. "This is unwarranted!" Harcourt protested. "It is the most high-handed" "Perhaps it is but I'm doing it," said Cornish calmly. "Last night Scotland Yard sent a man to arrest you for complicity In TownesTiond's murder. I knew you would not go away willingly, and I knew after tho fool statement you mado to all of us that you would have no chance if you stayed. Hence my little plan to abduct you." "And do you imagine I will remain away with such a charge hanging over me?" "Not willingly, no," said Cornish. "But whether you like it or not, you will remain aboard this yacht until it pleases me to set you on shore again. I didn't believe you whon you said you killed Towneshend, but I do be lieve you know who did it. You aro a fool to make this quixotic attempt to shield the guilty person, but since you are dotermined to do so, I ad opted this means of preventing your carrying out your idea. With you out of tho way, tho police will have to And someone else to pin their suspi cions upon, and I bellevo they will discover tho real culprit or at least provo that you could not have been the murdorer." "But I have sold that I am tho mur dorer." "NonBenso!" "Do you mean to say that I Iledr "I mean to say that you aro crazy I" "Mr. Cornish 1 " "Now look hero," Cornish said with a gesture of impatience. "I own this yacht and tho crow would do oxactly what I directed oven though wo had tho king himself on beni'd. You may not bo able to' understand what I am doing now, but whon you'ro In a dif ferent stato of mind, you'll thank mo for it. Anyway whothor you over do or not a 11 going to carry out what I'vo started to do. I don't want to mako things unnccossarlly unpleasant for you, and If you'll promise not to attompt any nonsense, I'll treat you Just as I would any othor guest. If you don't I'll put you in irons!" "You can't bo Borlous!" Harcourt pleaded. "Think of my promlso to MacBoo think of " But ho bit his Up and ended abruptly. Cornish sinllod. "If you go on talk ing now you'll confirm my suspi cions," ho warned. "As to your break ing your word you'ro doing nothing of tho sort. You can't help it If I keep you a prisoner, can you? Of course you can't. Nono of tho crow know who you aro or why you aro here. They don't care, and oven if they did, not ono of them would question what I choose to do. They tako my orders and obey them and It all ends there. I suppose you have a number of names most Englishmen of inmily do have. If you haven't, it doesn't make any difference, but you'd better pick out a couple that you'd like to wear and can remember easily, and use them for the present at least. It may save trouble later." Speechless, Harcourt gazed at the man, and read tho determination in his face. Ho felt powerless as a baby, and tho fact made him furious. Yet ho realized that ho could not hope to change Cornish's mind. "You absolutely refuse to set me ashore to permit me to do as I wish?" ho asked, still hoping. "I do," said Cornish. "Breakfast will bo ready in half an hour, and if you're as hungry as I am, you'll be in the dining cabin promptly. If you want anything in the meantime, just ring the bell over there." And without another word he turned on his heel and strode through the door. CHAPTER XII. A VISIT TO MacBEE. By noon Sir Harry Farndalo had finished a luxurious tub In his Lon don lodgings and was just settinc down to a long delayed breakfast, wnen Carrington arrived. The mudcoatcd automobile taken on a long detour by Cornish's chauf feur had rolled into the garage at Harcourt Manor only half an hour be fore, and Farndale had just been ad vised of the fact by telephone. He had spoken with Sir Thomas and learned that his daughter, although confined to her bed, was resting quiet ly and during the conversation, had also been advised of the departure of Carrington for the city. Now Carrington was eager for news, and briefly, Sir Harry told him all that had occurred. "To cover our tracks and to avoid suspicion, I su -gest we take a cab to Scotland Yard and report ourselves to MacBee, pleading ignorance of Harcourt's whereabouts and expressing surprise that ho is not also there," Farndale said. "Right-oh!" Carrington agreed. "There is hardly a chance that they'll know wo didn't come in last night in Cornish's car just as we tell them. Of course nono of the Manor servants except Fergus know what happened, and we can rely upon him absolutely." Sir Harry nodded over his coffee. "The only difficulty lies in the possi bility of tho yacht being stopped and searched," Carrington went on a bit anxiously. "Remote chance," said Sir Harry. "No reason for anyone being suspi cious of her, and the alarm couldn't have spread in time anyway." "I hope not," Carrington said. "Cor nish might even deceive them If ho should be overhauled." "He'd never submit to a search of tho yacht," Farndalo asserted. "If a lookout has been set for him which I doubt he will simply cruise about trying to avoid discovery until tho opportunity to land Harcourt arrives." "Surely ho won't try that!" Carring ton protested. "It would bo mad to tako such a risk now." "On the contrary," Farndalo assured him, "it is the safest and best plan of all if tho landing can be mado un observed, and tho yacht then slips away quietly without him. Rather than risk Harcourt being found on board, Cornish may bring him ashore to a safo hiding place and then lot tho yacht run for it. If MacBoo gets suspicious, it is better that he bo led to bellevo that Harcourt is aboard the Murita, when ho is really in England. In that event ho will be safest right here, while tho nollco. havinz Honmii. ed tho yacht without finding him, will bo moro puzzled than ever." "But where tho dovll can wo hide Harcourt if Cornish does land him?" "That Is tho question," Farndalo re plied. "If they are forced to land, Cornish will communicate with mo at onco if wo can do so without taking chances of discovery. Then we must find somo sare place quickly. But I have every confidence in Cornish's ability to out,vlt tho pollco. Dicky, that man is a wouder!" "And his daughter is simply mag nificent!" Carrington added with enthusiasm. Sir Harry smiled knowingly. "Sho certainly saved tho situation la.st night," ho said. "Her ruse worked splendidly. Fortunately the man Mac Bco sonf dTd not know Harcourt per sonally, but ovon if ho had seen him oftcn( her imitation was almost per fect." "Well," said Carrington, "lot's get along and soo MacBco. I want to sat isfy myself that ho doesn't know too much that ho shouldn't." Tho inspector looked tired and worn whon thoy wcro ushered into his pres ence, but ho greeted them pleasantly and thanked them for calling. "I understand that somo of tho othors concerned In this matter havo been less considoratc." MacBco said. "I am told that Mr. Cornish and his daughter sailed Jast night." "I bollovo the yacht left this morn ing," said Sir Harry. "They contem plate a somewhat extended cruise, as Miss Cornish Is not particularly well." Something very llko a smile twitch ed about MacBco's lips for an Instant. "I am rather surprised at Mr. Cornish not having advised mo of his inten tions whon ho know that I wished evoryono who attended Lord Har court's dinner to bo within easy reach. But you aro of course seeking news of Lord Harcourt himself." MacBee was lodking squarely at them, and instantly tho two realized tho folly of pretending to bo ignorant of his disappearance. "You have had no news of him?" Carrington asked, trying to conceal his disappointment. "None," MacBco answered. "His disappearance is complete. Tho offi cer I sent to arrest him that he could not identify the men who carried off tho carl, as tho whole incident only occupied a few seconds under most unfavorable conditions." Tho memory of the detective's dls-comflj-ire nearly caused Sir Harry to smile, but MacBee appeared not to notice his amusement and continued without hesitation. , "I havo censured tho man heavily," MacBeo went on, "yet I cannot real ly blame him much, as it seems to mo he took every precaution that seemed needful. Tho possibility of his lord ship deliberately attempting to escape would never havo occurred to me and even now it seems incredible that he could havo done so." "Naturally," said Carrington. "Do you, too, believe that he has been kid napped?" "Beyond a doubt," MacBco replied. "As a rule I do not believe in discuss ing cases upon which I am working especially with those involved in them but I think I may be frank with yon in this matter. I havo received a cable from my agents in Madras which gives me much valuable mater ial to work upon. For ono thing, I have learned positively that Klrshin Kandwahr was not born to his prince ly title." Sir Harry looked up in surprise. "You astound me," he said. "None of us like these fellows, but naturally we of the army are obliged to associate with them for diplomatic reasons. That is why poor Towneshend went to such pains to secure decent introduc tions for Kandwahr at least so he said to me and I cannot believe that he would have done so unless he was certain that Kandwahr's official posi tion warranted his going to such trou ble." "Capt Towneshend had no choice In the matter," MacBee explained. "Kandwahr is a real prince, although he was not born to the rank. He is Capt. Towneshend's half brother son of the late Gen. Edward Towneshend and an Indian woman. Tho elder Towneshend served in India in the early seventies and it was then that Kandwahr was born." "But how could that make him a prince?" Carrington asked. "Under tho Indian laws," MacBee informed them, "an adopted son has all the rights of a natural heir. Kand wahr's mother later became tho wife of the Maharajah of Kandwahr, who took a liking to the child and adopted him. The woman was very clever and my agents say that she induced tho Maharajah to make her son his heir. The result was that upon tho dearh of the Maharajah, Kandwahr suc ceeded to the title and the estates." "But do you see how this would lead to any quarrel between Kand wahr and Towneshend?" Sir Harry asked. "No, frankly I do not," said MacBee. "On tho contrary I havo every reason to believe that a gmuino affection ex isted between the two men and that makes mo feel more strongly that I havo been wrong in suspecting Kand wahr. In fact I am becoming more and moro strongly convinced that Kand wahr Is not the murderer, and unless I discover some further evidence against him, I shall release him short ly." ' O "But why do you supposo Towno ohend never told ns of this relation ship?" "Tho reason for that is frankly ad mitted by Kandwahr himself. He feels the prejudice society holds toward all Indian princes, and if tho facts of his birth had been divulged, his entro would havo been all the moro difficult. I havo talked with Kandwahr sovcral times, and ho seems to feel Towno ahend's death most keenly, although with tho characteristic calmness of his race ho shows but littlo feeling openly. On tho other bond, it seems equally impossiblo that Lord Harcourt i could havo done it I bellevo impllcity in his innocence, yet, as things stand now, everything points to hlB having struck tho blow, and I havo been obliged to order his arrest." "But what do you mako of the death of Dodson, tho door man?" Sir Harry inquired. "That is tho ono weak spot in tho case against. Horccurt," said MacBee. "Tho murder of Towneshend could easily havo boon dono by Harcourt. The doath of Dodson bears tho ear marks of tho kind of killing an or dinary thug would do. Dodson died by strangulation, and whoever did it pos sessed great Btrength, for Dodson, although old, was a powerful man. It is, of courso, possible that tho two died by different hands, but I bellevo that both murders wero dono by tho samo person, and this makes mo cling to tho 1dm Lord Harcourt 1b. inno cent." ' "Had Towneshend no enemies that you can discover?" Carrington sugges ted. "I can learn of nono," MacBco ans wered. "Towheshcnd's Indian record seems clear, and I can find none hero who had any quarrel with him. The kidnapping of Lord Harcourt sug gested ono theory to mo, but I shall not speak of that now. I supposo I need not enjoin tho strictest silenco upon you, for you realize tho impor tance of mentioning nothing of what I havo said to you." "What object could anyone have in abducting Harcourt?" Sir Harry asked, hoping that MacBee would yet how his hand on tho subject. "Several," said MacBee. "His ab ductors doubtless wish him out of the way for good reasons. What they are I havo yet to learn, but I am satis fied that no harm has come to him. By nightfall I hope to have something , tangible in this regard. By the way, do you happen to know the first poit at which Mr. Cornish will touch?" "I haven't the slighest idea," Sir Harry answered. "Nor I," said Carrington with per fect truth. i'Nor when ho will return?" "No." "Thank you," said MacBee. "If any thing of importance develops I shall adviso you at once." He shook hands with the tw.o, and they left him far from satisfied that the inspector was as ignorant of Har court's whereabouts as he pretended to be. And they were correct in their surmises, for ,Mac3ee had already been in communication with the ad miralty offices, and a sharp lookout for tho yacht Murita had been ordered. There was a knock at the door and an official entered at MacBee's bid ding. Without a word he set down upon the floor a mudstaincd and bat tered valise. Quietly MacBee looked the bag over, puffing away at his pipe without visible concern or satisfac tion. There were no initials upon the grip and no marking to suggest the some of its owner." "We found it in the clump of bushes by the roadside, about five miles from Southamppton," tho man said as Mac Bee looked up Inquiringly. "It con-1 tains a full set of evening clothes such as a tall man would wear., )rhe stuff was thrown into the bag in a most disorderly way, everything mussed up together, but the outfit Is complete." MacBee stooped down and opened the case, examining its contents cur iously. There was no name sewed fn any of the pockets, but MacBee was sure that the clothes were those of the prisoner who had escaped the night before. He picked up a plaid cap and looked It over carefully. In it was tho name of a fashionable shop, but there were hundreds of similar caps worn by Londoners. Tho garments were wet and badly creased, but there were no rips or tears to suggest rough hand ling, and no telltale stains upon them anywhere, and MacBee's face showed enthusiasm as he continued to turn tho things over. At last a smile spread over his features and he began to re fill his pipe. " "Jomelson," ho said. "Tako that coat and find the tailor who made it. I suppose you have gone over tho country near tho place where you tound this?" "Yes, sir," tho detective replied. "We've made a thorough search, but there is no trace of any strangers thereabouts. Tho bag was over a mile from any house, and no ono in tho neighborhood saw or heard anything unusual during tho night. We thought, sir, that the bag might havo been thrown from a passing automo bile, although tho roadway shows no tracks of a machine having passed." "Naturally not," said MacBee. "The heavy rainfall would have oblit erated any wheel marks in a short time. You aro right, though, beyond a doubt. Tho bag was thrown from a machinean automobile on Its way to Southampton. Tho man who woro theso clothes discorded them deliber ately. They wero not taken from him. I do not think they belong to Lord Harcourt, or at least that it was ho "who woro them, but I do wish to find tho man who did wear them. I am be ginning to seo things in a new light. If thero is any news of tho yacht Murita, adviso mo as soon as you re eolvo It." (Tc he C n'inusd.( To Vanish Flies Flies dislike tho fragranco of mlg nonetto and will be scarco in a room with this plant in it. A cheap and rollablo fly poison. which is not dangerous to human i me, is uicnromaio or potasn in solu tion. Dissolve ono dram, which may , bo brought at any drug store, In two , ouucea of water, ndd a littlo sugar, , and placo about tho house in shallow dishes. I To clear rooms of fllos use carbol- lo acid, heating a shovel and pouring on it twenty drops of tho poison. Tho vapor will kill the flies. Another method: Burn pyroth- rum powder in the room. The flies I will fall to tho floor stuplflod and may bo Bwept up and burned. Tho powder should bo moistened and molded into conea, and after drying each cono should be placed upon a , dish and lighted at tho top. It will burn slowly, and tho odor la not dls- . agreeable. PROFESSIONAL FOOLS. They Occupied Important Places an Were Beloved and Trusted Often. According to Garzonl, the lord was never without tho fool, tho fool nev er without a lord; while ho adds that so necessary was tho ono to tho other that if tho master were com pelled to forego temporarily his toy ho straightway foJl ill from melon, choly, Tho statement is corroborated by tho oviilenco supplied by history ot tho extraordinary nftection borne by kings to thoir Jostors an affection perhaps tho result in part of licensed familiarity permitted to the fool alone. Traces of it aro everywhere apparent. Hero and thero a magnifi cent tomb, such as that erected in tho church of St. Maurice do Senli to tho memory of Thoveniu de Saint Ligler, "fool of tho King our Lord." testified to tho gratitudo of tho master toward tho man who had mado him lnugh. Or again the proof of it is to be found in gifts such as tho rich chnpello of ermlno covered with a rose bush, with stem of gold of cypress and leaves of wrought gold presented by John the Good, tho pris oner of Polctlors, to his fool, Jehan Arcenmlle. So dear wns Callletto, his ofllcial jester, to Francis L. that when death had removed him from his post tho King paid to his memory the unwelcome compliment ot insisting that his son, made after quite another pattern and regarding tho calling with abhorrence, should carry on tho family tradition by as suming tho cap and bells. Of Charles V. of Franco it is recorded that he maintained at his court a number of tho craft with whom, his morning devotions concluded, ho was accustomed to exchange "paroles Joyeuses et honnestes" before pro. ceeding to tho moro serious occupa tions of the day. Poor mad Charles VI. surrounded himself with jesters, hoping thus to find a means of dis traction from his melancholy; and, to come to a prince of the Church, so close and intimate was the tie un iting Pope Leo X. and hi3 favorite buffoon that the latter assisted at his de.ith.bed, and has been asserted one would hope erroneously to havo been tho solo watcher there. "BRONTIDI." Hollow Noises That Came from Some where. Interesting acoustic phenomena called, in Italy, "broutidl," have been Investigated by Prof. T. Alippi, of the meteorological and sclsmlcal observa tory of Urbino, Italy. These brontidl aro mostly hollow noises, resembling the echo of a distant explosion, and are usually observed with a bright Bky and calm air, occurring rather seldom In windy or rainy weather. They usually occur in tne atternobn, both in winter and summer. These noises would seem to be of atmos pheric origin. They do not produce any physiological effects of their own, nor do they seem to bo connected with local earthquakes, though they some, times cause window panes to vibrate. They are nearly everywhere consid. ered as presages of bad weather, and are popularly supposed to be due to strong tides or storms at sea, whose echoes aro transmitted t'o a distance. Prof. AllppI has obtained his results by means of a circular letfer t3 which 217 observers havj replied and 135 of whom had noticed the sounds. The observers In question woro distributed throughout tho whole of Italy and Its African colonics. These noises do not appear to be duo to artificial causes such as mine explosions or gun shots, as they most ly occur In central mountain regions, where such causes are absent, while in some populated valleys whero mines aro common their existence 1b never noticed. The author is not inclined either to ascribe this phen omenon to natural causes, such as winds, while the hypothesis some times suggested of thunderbolts un der tho horizon cannot be maintained either, owing to tho equal distribu tion of brontidi over summer and winter. There may be some connection be tween certain brontidi and selsmlcal phenomena, while another class of brontidi may be connected with mete, orological phenomena; and In order fully to elucidate this question, tho observations will be continued frqm tho Italian Central Meteorological and Geodyhamicnl Ofllce, which In tends to send out moro inquiry forms. Scientific American. Alpine Clubs. The largest number of tho "Alplno Journal" publishes a list, as complete as can bo made, of tho Alpine Clubs of all countries. Most people will be surprised to learn that there aro as many as 1(16 such societies. Thoy are most numerous in Austria, whero there aro thirty-five of them. Italy is a good second with thirty-four. Great Britain Ia a bad third, with seventeen. Then comes Switzerland, with sixteen, followed by Franco and Germany with fourteen each. There is an Alpine Club oven in Hollaud, where thero aro no ni'. tnlnBf and In China, whore ono would have ex pected that thoro would bo no climb ers. Our own club was the first to bo founded, dating from 1857.' The first of tho Austrian clubs was Insti tuted In 1802, and a year later Franco Italy, Switzerland and Amorlca all came into tho field. Somo of tho best pupils of th world aro outside church walls alto. gether. -H ? n M ,-.'!