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y ANNA KOTHARINE GREEN Author op "the ijiwenwobth rASR" i-HB FILIGREE :&AllTfclE HOUSE OFTlffiVvTnSPJjRING FWEfl IU-USTOATIONS BY CHARLES .-w. nossm COPYRIGHT oojrv-iaxoMT ty STREET A .SMITH POPS, MEAT) R CO JE2L TMF NORTH PLATTE BEMI-WEEKLY TRIBUNE. h I 1G SYNOPSIS. rco Andertifn nnd wlia nee a ro- miiikablu looklnrr man rome out of tho Clermon' htitol, look around furtively. Mimli his hands In the snow mid pass on, cowmotloD nttnictii them to tlio Clermont. Mil. mo It Is found Hint the beautiful Minn Krtllh Chnlloner ban fallen dead. Andor f'in descrlheH the man lie biiw wash till liinilM in the snow Tho holel manager lectures lilm to ho Orlando IJrothernon J'hvslclans find that Miss Challonor vrnn xtahbod it nil not shot. Oryce, un agod do terllve, nnd Sweolwater, his assistant, tnko up tho case. Mr. Challonor tolls of a h.it' h of lotle.ru found In hlH daughter's drik, signed "O. B " All nn lovo letters rxcept one, which shows thnt tho writer was displeased. Thin latter wan signed by Orlando DrotlicrHon. Anderson goes with Hwoetwatdr to Identify Hrotherson, who Is found In n tenement under tho namo of Dunn, lift Is nit Inventor. Uroth erson (ells Iho corcner Alias Chnlloner re pulsed liim with worn when he offered her liM love Swootwnter rscalls tho mystery of the murdur of n washerwoman In whleh nomo di-tnlln wero similar to the Chnlloner affair Hwoetwulcr gets lodgings In tho namo hulHIng with HrotherHon. Ho boreH a hole In the will I to spy on nrotheraon. Ho visits him nnd assists tho Inventor In his work A girl sent by Hweetwnter with KiMli f'liiilloner'H leltcni In ordered out by Urolliorann Ho declares tho letters wero not written by him. Hweetwnter Is un iiinsknil by Ilrothcrson, who declares h reeognlred him nt once The dlncovory is Hindi- that tho lettera signed "O II." wore written by two different men. Swoetwater Koch to Derby in senn-h of the second "O. K ," whom ii cxpcctH to locate through ono Doris Scott, mentioned In tho letters, film Ih found acting ns nurso for Oswald Urothersnn. who Is crltlcnlly side nnd culls 1li tmme of 'Kdllh In his delirium. Sweet water cotiins across a peculiar hut In tlm woods Ho oon a load of boxes marked '0 nrotherson," taken Into tho hut Under tho supervision of Doris Scott. Doris tells Chnlloner of sqelng In a dream the aco of fho innn who lilllad Edith. T'io door bell rings und alio recognizes In the visitor tho moil of her dream. It Is Or lando Brothcrson. who requests nn Inter view with his brother. It davolopn that Orlando Is working on a (lying mnchlne. Oswald Ih told of Edith's death. Orlando tells his brother of his repulso by Miss Challancr. Orlando nsks his brother to assist In tests of his air car. an ho enn trust no one clso. Oswald refuses owing to his weakened rondltlon Sweetwater irferB hid services un nn assistant and hIiows he knows something of Brother rou'nJden. Tho ulr car proves a succoss. Oswald declares his grief over Kdlth'n death rrndcrn him Incapable of accepting his brother's offer to share In his work nnd triumpliH. Orlando orfero himself to Porte nnd Is refused. Ho spends the night In tho hangar In a dared condition. CHAPTER XXXIX. The Avenger. 'DoaryMr. Challonor: "Wlthery apology for tho Intru sion, may I request a fow minutes of private conversation with you this evening nt seven o'clock? Lot It be In your own room. "Youro truly, "ORLANDO BROTHERSON." Mr. Challonor had been called upon to fact) many difficult and heartrend ing dutlen Hlnco the blow which had desolated his homo fell upon him. Dut from nono of them had ho shrunk an ho did from tho Interview thus dCmandod. Ho had supposod himself rid of this man. Ho hud dis missed him from his llfo when he had dismissed Sweotwator. His face, ac cordingly, woro anything but a pro pitiatory look, when promptly at tho hour of soven, Orlundo HrotherHon en tered his apartments. His pleauuro or his displeasure was. however, a matter of small conso- juenco to his self-invited visitor. Ho had como thero with a sot purpose and nothing in heaven or earth could deter him from It now. Declining tho offer of a seat, with the slightest of acknowledgments In tho way of a bow, ho took n careful nurvoy of tho room boforo Baying: "Aro wo alono, Mr. Challonor. or lo that man 8wuotwator lurking Borne whore within honrlng?" "Mr. Swootwnter 1b gone, at) I had tho honor of telling you yostorday," was tho somewhat otlff reply. "Thoro aro no witnesses (o this confuronce, It that Ib what you vlah to know." "Thank you, hut you will pardon my lusiutencu If I request tho privilege of closing that door." Ho pointed to the ono communicating with tho bed room "Tho Information I havo to give you is not such as I nm willing to havo shared, nt leaBt for tho pros uL" "You may close tho door," said Mr. Challonor coldly. "But is it nocosBury for you to givu mo tho information you mention, tonight t If 11 lo of such a nutirro that you cannot accord nin tho privilege of sharing It, ns yot, with othorff, why notoparo mo till you can? 1 luvci gone through much, Mr. Uroth orson," i "You have," camo in steady assent as tho man thus nddroasod slopped to the door ho had Indicated and quietly closed It. "But," ho continued, ns ho crosHod back to his former position, "would It bo oustar for you to go through tho night now In anticipation of what. I havo to rovoal than to hoar it at once from my lips whllo 1 am In tho mood o speak?" Tho anawor was slow In coming The courage which had uphold tills rapidly aging man through so many trying Intorvlowb, seemed luadequato Tor the teat put so cnmlly upon It. Ho faltered and sank heavily Into a chair, whllo tho stern inun watching him, Kuvo no signs of responsive sympathy or even InturcRt, only a patiunt und Icy-tentpored resolve. "I ounnot llvo In uncertainty;" such woro finally Mr. Challonor'fl words. "What you havo to say concerns JUdltht" Tho pnuflo ho mado was in ilnltcfllnial In longth, but It was long enough for a quick disclaimer. Hut no such disclaimer came "1 will hear It," emtio In reluctant finish. Mr. Brothcrson took a stop forward. His manner wna as cold ns tho heart which lay Hko a stone In his bosom. "Will you pardon mo If 1 ask you to rlso?' snld ho. "I havo my weaknesses too. (Ho gavo no sign of them.) "I cannot speak down from such a height to the man I am bound to hurt." As If answering to the constraint of a will quito outsido his own, Mr. Chnl loner roso. Their heads woro now more nearly on a love! and Mr. Broth arson's voice romalned low, a3 ho pro ceeded, with quiet intensity: "There has been a tlmo and it may oxlBt yet, God knows when you thought me In sorno unknown and se cret way tho murderer of your daugh ter. I do not quarrol with tho sus picion; It was justiflod, Mr. Challonor. I did kill your daughter, nnd with this hand! I can no longer dony IL" Tho wretched father swayed, follow ing tho gesturo of tho hand thus hold out; but ho did not fall, nor did a sound leave his lips. Brothcrson went coldly on: "I did it because I regarded her treatment to my suit as Insolent. I havo no meroy for any such display of Intoloranco on tho part of tho rich and tho fortunato. I hated her for it; I hatod her class, herself and all sho stood for. To strlko tho dealor of Huch a hurt I folt to bo my right. Though a man of small beginnings and of a stock which such as you call common, 1 havo a prldo which fow of your blood nan equal. I could not work, or sloop or eat with ouch a sting In my breast as sho had planted there. To rid mysolf of it, I determined to kill her, and I did. How? Oh, that was easy, though It has proved a great sturnbllng-block to tho detoctlves, as I knew It would! I shot her but not with nn ordinary bullet My chargo was a small Icicle made deliberately for tho purpose. It hnd strength onough to penetrate, but it left no trace behind it. 'A bullet of fee for a heart of ice,' I had said in tho tor ment of my rago. But tho word was without knowledge, Mr. Challonor. I see it now; 1 havo aeon It for two wholo weeks. I did not misjudge her condemnation of mo, but I misjudged Its cause. It was not to tho compara tively poor, tho comparatively obscuro mac sho sought to show contempt, but to tho brother of Oswald whoso claims sho saw insulted. A womnn I should havo respected, not killed. A woman of no prldo of Btatlon; a wom an who lovod a man not only of my own class, but of my own blood a woman, to avongo whoso unmerltod doath I stand horo boforo you a solf coudemnod criminal. That is but jus tice, Mr. Challonor. That 1b the way I look at things. Though no senti mentalist; and dead to all beliofa Bavo tho eternal truths of science, I hnvo that In mo which will not lot mo prof' " now tlltlt I know mysolf unworthy. by tho great success I havo earned. Ilonco thts confession, Mr. Clmlloncr. It has not como easily, nor do I shut my eyes In tho least to tho results which must follow. But I cannot do differently. Tomorrow, you may tele graph to Now York. Till then I deslrn 'Murderer! Doubly-Dyed Murderer of Innocent Women" lo bo 'left undisturbed. I havo many things to dispose of In tho Inturlm." Mr, Challonor, very whlto by now, pointed to tho door boforo ho sank again into his chair, rirothorson took It for dismissal and stopped slowly back. Then their oyos met again and Mr. Challonor spoko his tlrst word: "Thoro was anothor a poor woman she died suddenly nnd her wound wns not unlilto thnt inflicted upon ISdllh. Did you" "1 did." Tho unnwor camo without a tremor "You jnny say and so may othornN that I was less Justified In this attack than In tho other; but I do not sen it that way. A theory does not al waya work in practice. I wished to tbst tho unusunl moans I contem plated, nnd tho womnn I saw beforo uio across tho court was hard-work- ! I PI Sif! iiWBmgiSArjzri -?v Pfl lng nnd with nothing In life to look forward to. no " A cry of bitter execration from Mr. Chnlloner cut him short. Turning with a shrug, ho was about to lift his hand to the door, when he gavo a violent start and fell hastily back boforo a quickly entering llguro of such pas sion nnd fury us neither of those men has ovor seen before. It was Oswald! Oswald, tho kindly! Oswald, tho lovor of men and the adorer of women I Oswald, with the words of tho dastardly confession ho had partly overheard soaring hot with in his brain! Oswald, raised in a mo ment from the desponding invalid to a terrifying minlstrnnt of retributive justice. Orlando could scnrcely ralso his hand beforo tho other's was upon blB throat. "Murderer! double-dyed murderer of Innocent women!" was hissed in tho strong man's ears. "Not with tho law, but with mo you must reckon, and may God nnd tho spirit of my mother nerve my arm!" CHAPTER XL. Desolate. Tho struggle wan florco but momen tary. Oswald with hla weakened pow ers could not long withstand thu steady extortion of Orlando'o giant strength, and ere long sank away from tho contest into Mr. Challonor'a arms "You ahould not hnvo summoned tho shado of our mother to your aid," ob served tho other with a Dmlle, in which the irony was lost In torriblo presage. "I was always her favorite." Oswald shuddered. Orlando had spoken truly; sho had always boon blindly, arrogantly trustful of her old est son. No fault could sho seo In him; and now Impetuously Oswald struggled with his weakness, raised himself In Mr. Challonor'a arms nnd cried In loud re volt: "But God Is just Ho will not lot you escape. If ho does, I will not. I will hound you to tho ends of tills earth and, if necessary, into the etor nltlos. Not with tho threat of my arm you uro my master there, but with tho curse of a brother who believed you Innocent of hlB dnrllng'a blood and would havo believed you so In face of everything but your own word." "Peace!" adjured Orlando. "Thero lo no account I am not ready to settle. I have robbed you of tho woman you love, but I havo despoiled myself. I stand desolate In tho world, who but an hour ago could have chosen my seat among the best and greatest. What can your cursos do aftor that?" "Nothing." The word camo Blowly like a drop wrung from a nearly spent heart. "Nothing; nothing. Oh, Or lando, I wish wo were both dead and buried and that there wero no further llfo for either of us." Tho softened tone, tho wistful pray er which would blot out an immortal ity of Joy for tho ono, that It might savo the other from an immortality of retribution, touched somo long un sounded chord in Orlando's extraordi nary nature Advancing a ntopho held out his hand tho loft ono. "We'll leavo tho future to itself, Oswald, and do what wo can with the present," said ho. "I've mado a moBs of my llfo and spoiled a career which might havo mado ua both kingB. Forgive me, Os wald. I ask for nothing clso from God or man. I should Hko that. It would strentfthon mo for tomorrow." But Oswald, ovor kindly, generous and more roady to think of others thnn of hlmsolf, hud yet some of Or lnndo's tenacity. Ho gazed at that hand und a flush swept up ovor his cheek which instantly became ghastly again. "1 cannot," snld he "not even tho loft ono. May God forglvo mo!" Orlando, struck sllont for a moment, dropped his hand and slowly turned away. Mr. Challonor felt Oswald stif fen In his arms, and break suddenly away, only to stop short beforo ho had taken ono of tho half dozen steps between himself and his departing brother. "Whoro aro you going?" ho demand ed In tones which mado Orlando turn "I might say, to tho dovil," was the sarcastic reply. "But 1 doubt if ho would rccolvo mo. No," ho added, in more ordinary tones ns tho other shiv ered and again started forward, "you will have .no troublo In finding mo in my own room tonight. I havo letters to writo unu otner tilings. A man Hko mo cannot drop out without a rip plo. You may go to bed and sleop. I will keep awako for two." "Orlando!" Visions wero passing be foro Oswald's oyos, soul-crushtng vis ions such ns In his blameless llfo ho novcr thought could entor into his consclouBtiosB or blast his tranquil outlook upon llfo. "Orlando!" ho again appenlod, covering his eyes in a fron zlod attempt to Bhut out those horrors, "I cannot lot you go Hko this. Tomor row " "Tomorrow, in ovory niche and cor ner of this world, .vhorovor Edith Challonor'a namo has gono, whorover my namo has gono, It will bo known that the discoverer of a practical air ship, is a man whom they can no longer honor. Do you think that is not hell enough for mo; or that I do not reallzo the holl It will bo for you? I'vo never wearied you or any man with my affection; but I'm not all demon. I would gladly bavo spared you this additional anguish; but that was impossible You aro my brothor and must suffer from the connection whether wo would have it so or not. If It promlsos too much misery and I know no misery Hko that of shame como with mo where 1 go tomor row. Thero will bo room for two." Oswald, swaying with weakness, but maddened by the sight of nn over throw which carried with it tho stifled affections and tho admiration of his whole life, gavo a bound for ward, opened his nrms and foy. Orlando stopped short. Gazing down on his prostrate brother, he stood for a moment with a gleam of something like human tenderness showing through tho flare of dying passions and perishing hopes; then he swung open tho door and passed quietly out, and Mr. Challonor could hear tho laughing remark with which ho mot nnd dismissed tho halt-dozen men and women who had been drawn to this end of tho hall by what had sounded to them like a frncas botween angry ment CHAPTER XLI. Five O'clock In the Morning. The clock In tho hotol ofllco struck three. Orlando Brothcrson counted tho Btrokes; then went on writing. Hla transom was partly opon and ho had just heard a step go by his door. This was nothing new. Ho had al ready heard It several times beforo that night. It was Mr. Challoner's step, and every tlmo it passed, ho had rustled his paper or scratched vigor ously with his pen. "He is keeping watch for Oswald," was his thought. "Thoy fear a suddon end to this. No ono, not tho son of my mother knows mo. Do 1 know myself?" Four o'clock! Tho light was still burning, tho pllo of letters ho was writing increasing. Flvo o'clock! A rattling shade bo trays an open window. No other sound disturbs the quiet of tho room. It is empty now; but Mr. Challonor, long since satisfied that all was well, goes by no moro. Silence has settled upon tho hotol; tha heavy silence which precedes the dawn. Thero was silence In the streets also. Tho fow who wero abroad, crept quietly along. An electric storm was In tho air and tho surcharged clouds hung heavy and low, biding tho mo ment of outbreak. A man who hnd loft a place of many Bhndows for tho moro opon road, paused and looked up at theso clouds; then went calmly on. Suddenly tho shriek of an approach ing train tears through tho valley. Has It a call for this man? No. Yet he pauses in tho midst f tho street ho & crossing nnd watches, as a child might watch, for tho flash of its lights at tho end of tho darkened Vista. It comes Ailing tho empty space at which he stares with moylng llfo engine, baggage car and a long string of Pullmans. Then all Is dark again and only the noise of its slackening wheels comes to him through tho night. It has stopped at tho station A minute longor and It has started again, and tho quickly lessening rum ble of its departure is all that remains of this vision of man's activity and coasoles3 expectancy. When It is quito gono and all la quiet, a sigh fnllB from tho man's lips and ho moves on, but this tlmo, for somo un oxplalnablo reason, In tho direction of tho station. With lowered head ho passes along, noting little till ho an rives within Bight of tho depot whoro somo freight Is being handled, and a trunk or two wheelod down tho plat form, mo signt couiu ua more or dinary or unsuggestlvo, but' It has Its attraction for him, for he looks up as ho gooa by and follows tho passage of that truck down the platform till It Iiub reached the cornor and disap peared. Thon ho sighs again nnd again and moves on A cluster of houBes, ono of them open and lighted, waH all which lay between him now and tho country road. Ho waa hurrying past, for his Btop had unconsciously qulckonod as ho turned his back upon tho station, when ho was seized again by that mood of curiosity and stopped up to the door from whleh a light Issued and lookod In. A common catlng room lay boforo him, with rudely spread tablos and ono vory sloopy waiter taking ordcra from a now ar rival who sat with his back to tho door. Why did tho lonoly mnn on tho sldowalk start as his oyo fell on tho lattor's commonplace flguro, a hungry man demanding breakfast in a cheap, country restaurant? HIb own physlquo was powerful whllo that of tho othor lookod slim and frail. But fear was in tho air, and tho brooding of a tompest nffects somo temperaments in a totally uuoxpected manner. Ab tho man insido turna slightly and looks up, tho master figure on tho sidewalk vanishes, and his Btep, if any ono had been Interested enough to listen, rings with a, now noto as It turns into tho country road It has at last reached. But no ono hooded. Tho now ar rival munches his roll and waits Im patiently for his coffeo, whllo with out, the clouds pile soundlessly in tho sky, one of thorn taking tho form of a huge hand with clutching fingers reaching down Into tho hollow void beneath. CHAPTER XLII. At Six. Mr. Challonor had beon honest In his statoment regarding tho departure of 8weetwater. Ho had not only paid and dismissed our young detective but ho had seen him tako tho train for Now York. And Sweetwater had gono away In good faith, too, possi bly with his convictionB undlsturbod, but acknowledging at last that ho had roached the end of his resources. But tho brain does not loose Its hold upon Its work as readily as ,the hand does. Ho was halfway to New York and had consciously bidden farowoll to tho whole subject, when ho suddenly startled those about him by rising Impotuously to his feet. Ho sat again Immediately, but with a light in his small grey eye which Mr. Gryco would havo understood and revelled In. Tho Idea for which ho had searched In dustriously for months had como at last, unbidden; thrown up from some remote recess of tho mind which had seemingly closed upon the subject forever. "I have it. I have it," ho murmured la ceaseless reiteration to himself. "I will go back to Mr. Challoner and let him docldo If the ldo Is worth pur suing. PerhapB an experiment may bo necessary. It waa bitter cold that night; I wish It woro Icy weather now. But a chemist can helpus out. Good God! If this should bo tho ex planation of tho my6tory, alas for Or lando and alas for Oswald!" But his sympathies did not deter him. Ho returnod to Derby nt once, and as soon as ho dared, presented himself at the hotel and asked for Mr. Challonor. Ha was amazed to find that gentle man already up and in a stato of agitation that was very dlsquiotlng. But ho brightened wonderfully at sight of his visitor, and drawing him InBldo tho room, observed with trem bling eagerness: "I do not know why you have como back, but nover was man moro wel come. Mr. Brothcrson has con fessed " "Confessed!" "Yes, he killed both women; my daughter and his nclghbqr, tho wash erwoman, with a " "Wait," broko in Sweetwater, eager ly, "lot mo toll you." And stooping, ho whispered something in tho other's ear. Mr. Challoner stared at him amaz ed, then Blowly nodded his head. "How camo you to think " ho bo- The Airship Was Not There. gpn; but Sweetwater in his great anx ioty interrupted him with a quick: "Explanations will koop, Mr. Chal loner. What of tho man himself? Whoro is ho? That's tho Important thing now." "Ho was In his room till early this mornlug writing lottors, but ho is not thero now. Tho door la unlocked and I wont In. From uppearaucos I fenr tho worst. That Is why your pros enco reliovcs mo bo. Whero do you think ho Is?" "In hlB hangar in tho woods. Whero olso would bo go to " "I havo thought of that. Shall wo start out alono or tako witnesses with UB?" "We will go alono. Does Oswald anticipate " '1lo !b suro. But ho lncks strength to move. Ho Ires on my bod In thoro. ( " m,,,. . 'J Doris and her father aro with him." "Wo will not wait a mlnuto. How the storm holds off. I hope It will hold ofT for nnothor hour," Mr. Challoner mado no reply. Ho had spoken becauco he folt compelled to speak, hut It had not boon easy for him, nor could any trlflen movo him now. Tho town was up by this timo nnd, though thoy choso tho least froquont ed streets, they had to suffer from some encounters. It was a good half hour beforo thoy found thomsolves In tho forest and In sight of the hiingar. Ono look that way, and Swootwnter turned to seo what tho effect was upon Mr. Challonor. A murmur of dismay greeted him. Tho oval of the great lid stood up against tho' forest background. "Ho has escaped," crlod Mr. Chal lonor. But Sweetwater, laying a finger on his lip, advanced and laid his ear against tho door. Then ho cast a quick look aloft. Nothing was to bo seen there. The darkness of storm in tho heavens hut nothing more. Yes! now, a flash of vivid and destructive lightning! Tho two men drew back and their glances crossed. "Let us roturn to tho highroad," whispered Sweotwator; "wo can seo nothing hore." Mr. Challonor, trembling vory much, wheeled slowly about. "Walt," enjoined Sweetwater. "First let mo tako a look Inside." Running to the nearest tree, he quickly climbed it, worked hlmnolf along a protruding branch and looked down Into tho opon hangar. It was now so dark that details escaped him, but ono thing was certain. Tho air ship wns not thoro. Descending, ho drew Mr. Challoner hastily along. "He's gono," said ho. "Lot ub reach tho high ground as quickly as wo can. I'm glad that Mr. Oswald Brotherson is not with us or or Miss Doris." But this expression of satisfaction died on his lips. At tho point whoro tho forest road debouches Into the highway, ho had already caught a glimpse of their two ilgureB. Thoy wero waiting for news, and tho broth er spoko at the Instant ho saw Sweet water: "Where is ho? You'vo not found him or you wouldn't bo coming alone. He cannot havo gone up. Ho cannot manago it without an assistant. Wa must nook him somewhero else; in the forest or In our houso at homo. Ah!" Tho lightning had forked again. "He's not In tho forost and he's not in your home," returned Sweetwater. "He's aloft; tho airship is not in tho shed. And ho can go up alone now." Thon moro slowly: "But ho cannot como down." Thoy strained their oyes in a mad dening search of tho heavens. But tho darkness had so increased that they could bo Buro of nothing. Doris sank upon her knees. Suddenly the lightning flashed again, this tlmo so vividly and so near that tho wholo heaven burst Into fiery illumination above them and tho thunder, crashing almost simultane ously, seemod for a moment to rock tho world and bow tho heavens to wards thorn. Then a silence; then Sweetwator's whlspor In Mr. Chal loner's oar. "Tako them away! I saw him; he was falling like a Bhot." Mr. Challoner throw out his arms, then steadied himself. Oswald was reeling; Oswald had seen too. But Doris waa there. When tho lightning flashod again, sho was standing and Oswald was weeping on her bosom. (THE END.) For Roumanla's Charity. Carmen Sylva, tho poetess queen of lloumanla, is Issuing a new series of postage stamps to aid tho charities in which sho is Interested. Unllko most stamps, of this kind, tho Roumanian quoen'B lesuo is good for all mailing purposes. Tho four designs of the new series will represent (1) the queen of Roumanla spinning, tho motto on. tho stamp being "God guldo our hand;" (2) tho quoon weaving, motto "Woman weaves the future of tho country;" (3) tho queen nursing a wounded soldier, motto "Tho wounds dressed and tho toara wiped away," and (4) an allegorical picture, motto, "But, glory, honor nnd penco to nil thnt do good." Anothor set of stamps of Blmllar character, Issued In 1907, bore a picture representing tho Prin cess Maria and her children receiving a poor family at tho gateB of their palace Harmonious Cobbler. Angrily tho woman wnlked across tho floor whllo the shoemaker llatoned o her unmusical tread. "Your hoar that?" sho suld. "Creak, creak all tho tlmo. Theso shoes wll! drlvo mo crazy. Will you glvo mo my money back?' "I'm afraid I can't do thnt," ho said, "but I'll toll you what 1 will do. 1 will tako ono of thoso shoes back nnd give you nnothor that will squeak in tuno with tho ono you havo lof f I k.