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I" -"if NORTH PLATTE SEMT-WEEKLT TRIBUNE IXOUXXXXXILIJLXXXAAXJUU ' w dbster L IXXXXXXXXXXXTXJDCiXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXJXXXXXXMXXXXXXXXXXXXXZXXXXXX 13 CHAPTER XV. Continued. Dolores looked up nt Webster. Til stay here." she said simply. "I've found n Job helping Mother Jcnks. You and Don Junn may run along If you wish. I know you'ro as curious as children." They were. It would hnve been Im possible for nny mnn with red corpus cles In his blood to hnrlcen to tho shoot ing nnd shouts only thrco city blocks distant without yearning to see tho fight Itself. "I'll return In 15 minutes, at the latest." he promised her, ao1 with Don Junn Cafetero, who had helped himself to a rifle and bayonet from one of the wounded, he turned tho cornel Into tho next street which they followed went through a block plentifully sprinkled with tho dead of both factions. Don Junn led the wny through nn al ley In tho rear of tho Cntixlrul de la fiantn Cruz to the door of the sacris ty; as ho placed his hand on the latch three rifle bullets struck around them, Ahowcrlng them with fragments of fall ing adobe. "There's a houso party In tho neigh borhood," yelled Don Junn and darted Into tho church, with Webster nMils heels, Just In tlmo to escape another "I'll SUy Hero." fusillade. They walked through tho sacristy and passed through a door Into the great cathedral, with Its high, carved, gothlc-nrched celling. Through tho thick-closed doors of the main en trance, lost In tho dimness of space out In front, the sounds of the battlo half n block away scorned very distant, Indeed. Thoy pnssed the altar and Don Juan genuflected and crossed himself rever ently. Til be nfther raakln' me. con fession," ho whispered to Webster, "Walt for me, sor." i ' Ho leaned his rlllo against the nltnr falling, crossed the church and touched lightly on the shoulder a monk kneel ing In prayer beforo tho altar of tho Virgin ; tho latter bent his head while Don Juan whispered ; then he rose and both went Into the confussloual, whllo Webster found a bench along tho wall and waited. Presently Don Juan came forth, knelt on the red-tiled floor nnd prayed something, Webster suspected, ho had not done for quite a while. And when he had finished hln supplication and procured his rifle, Webster Joined him, tho monk unbolted tho door and from the quiet of tho house of God they parned out Into tho street and the tumult of hell. Tvo been clost to denth this day," Don Junn tplntned, "an' tho day Is iot 612. Be the samo token, 'tis long since I'd mndo mo last confession; , ure, until you picked me out av the rolre. nw, 'tis llttlo thought I had for , tho hereafter." From their place they could see n dozen or more of Itlcnrdo's hired fight- era crouched under tho shelter of the palace walls across tho street "I think we'll bo snfer there," Webster cried, an n couple of bullets struck the stone ateps at their feet and ricocheted against the cathedral door. "Thnt rlllo , of yours le making you a marked man, Don Juan." They ran across tho street and Joined the men under the pnlnco wall. ' "What'a this?" Don Juan domandod briskly. "Have ye not shmoked thltn eut yet?" "Noddlngs doing," n young German anwered. "Der chief has sent word dot we shall not artillery use on der bnlace. Men all nroundt It we huf, mlt a machine gun commanding ench gate; most of der poys havo chust moved out west In der rear of der government troops." "Then," Don Juan declared with con viction, "there'll bo no fighting hero to (peak av, until later," . Ter is blenty at elioy hunting ealp- n By PETER B. KYNE Author of "Cappy Ricki," 'The Valley of the ers, meln freund. Der houses ncre abouts vos filled mlt dem." "I' have no cat fights In mine." Don Junn retorted. "Come wit' me, so, an' we'll be In at tho death out beynnt at the rnllrond cmbnnkment." "Too Into," Webster nnswered, for on the Instant to the west tho crackle of rifle nnd machine gun fire Interlude) With the staccato barks of a Maxim Vlckers broke out. swelling almost Im mediately to a steady outpouring of sound. "We'll stay here where we're safe for the finals. When Oenernl Huoy has cleaned up out there he'll come here to take command." For half nn hour the sounds of n brisk engagement to the west did not slacken; then with disconcerting sud denness tho uproar died away fully 00 per cent. "They're going In with the bayonet and mnehefes," somebody who know remarked laconically. "Walt and you'll hear the cheering." Thoy waited fully ten minutes. -but presently, ns the firing gradually died awny. they heard It, faint nnd Indis tinguishable at first, but grndually coming lenrer. And presently the trapped nwn In the pnlnce henrd It, too. "Viva ltueyl Viva I Viva Ituey!" "All over but tho shouting." Don Junn remarked disgustedly. "Tho lads In the pnlnce will snrrlndhcr now. Sure Glncrnl Ituey was right nfther all. For why should he shoot holes In the house he's goln' to live In, an' where, bo the same token, ho gives a dinner party tilts night?" "I'm glad the end Is in sight," Web ster replied. "Wo have no Interest In this revolution, John, nnd It Isn't up to us to horn In on the piny; yet if It went ngalnst the Ruey fnctlon. I fenr we'd ho forced Into nctlve service In splto of ourselves. There Is such a thing ns fighting to save one's skin, you know." Don Juan laughed plcanurably. "What a shame we missed tho row out beynnt at the railroad cmbankmlnt," he declared. "I wish you'd kept out of It, Don Junn. What business had you In the fight at tho cunrtel? Suppose you'd been killed?" "Smnll loss I" Don Juan retorted. "I should hnve mourned you never theless, John." 1 "Would you thnt same?" Don .Tunn's buttermilk eyes lighted with nffcctlon nnd pleasure. "Would It put a pang In the heart ofj you, sor, to seo mo ntrotched?" "Yes. If would, John. You'ro n wild. Impulsive, lunntlc, worthless Irlshmnn, but there's a broad vein of pny ore In you, and I want you to live until I can develop It. When Mr. Geary returns to operate tho mlno, he'll need a foro man .he can trust." "And do you trust me, sor?" "I do Indeed, John. By the wny, you never gave me your word of honor to cut out red liquor for keeps. Up till today I'vo had to watch you and I don't want to do that. It Isn't digni fied for either of us, nnd from today on' you must be a man or n mouse. If you prove ydurself a mnn, I wnnt you In my business; If you prove yourself n tnouso, somebody e'se mny have you., ITow about you John? The cnntlnns will bo open tonight, and fire wntor will be free to tho soldiers of the now republic. Must I wntch you tonight?" Don Juan shook his reckless red head. "I'll never lot n drop of liquor cross my lips without your permission, nor," ho promised simply. "I um tho man and you nro the master." "Wo'll shako hnnds on thntl" After tho western habit of vulldatlng nil ver bal agreements with a hand shake, Webster thrust his hard hand out to his mnn, who took It in both of his nnd held It for half n minute. IIo wnnt ed to speak, but couldn't; he could only how his head ns his eyes clouded with tho tenrs of his appreciation. "Ah, sor," ho blurted presently, "d dlo for ye an welcome tho chnhst." A wild yell of alarm broke out In the next block, at tho north gate of tho palace; there was n sudden flurry of rlllo Are nnd cries of "Hero they comol stoP them I Stop them I They're breaking out I" Without awaiting ordors the hired lighters along the wall somo IB of them leaped out Into tho street, form lng a skirmish line, Just as a troop of cavalry, with drawn snbors, Bwept around tho corner nnd chnrged upon the devoted little line. "Snrros must bo thryln' to make his get-away," Don Juan Cnfetoro remarked coolly, and emptied n saddle. "They throw open tho big palace gate, 'an the guards are clearln' n way for him to the bay." no emptied another saddle, In tho meantime Itlcnrdo's firo eat ers had not been Idle. Tho Instant tho guards turned Into tho street a deadly magnetua firo had been opened on them. They had already suffered henv- Ily winning through the gnto and past tho besiegers In front of It, but once thoy turned the corner Into tho next street they had the (Ire of but a hand ful of men to contend with. Never theless It was sufficiently deadly. Many of tho horses In the front rank went down with their riders, forcing the maddened anlmnls behind to clear their carcasses by lenpng over them, which noma did, ,Mnny, however, tripped and Man Giants," Etc CopyrUht br Ittr n. Kjn. stnmblpd In their wild gnllop," spilling their riders. "9lny by the wall, you mndmnn." Webster ordered. "There'll be enough left to ride down those men In the street nnd saber them, I" And there were I They died to a mnn, nnd the sadly depleted troop of gnnnls galloped on, leaving Don Junn and Webster unscathed on the side walk, the only two living men unhurt In thnt shambles. Not for long, however, did they hnve the street to themselves. Around the corner of the pnlnce wall a limousine, with the curtains drawn, swung on two wheels, skidded, struck the carcass of horse nnd turned over, catapulting tho chnuffeur Into tho mlddlo of the. street. "Sarrosl" shrieked Don Junn nnd ran to the overturned vehicle. It was quite empty. "Bully boy, Senor Snrros," Webster Inughcd. "He's turned a pretty trtck, hasn't he? Sent his guards out to hnck n pnthwny for an empty limou sine 1 Thnt menns he'B hoping to draw the watchers from the other gf.tel" But Don Junn Cnfetero was not lis tening: he was running nt top sptjd i for tho south gnte of tho palace grounds and Webster followed. As they swung Into the street upon which this south gnte opened, Webster snw thnt It was deserted of all snve the dead, for Sarros' clever ruse had worked well nnd hnd hnd the effect of arousing the curiosity of his enemies nn to the cause of the uproar at the north gate. In consequence of which they had all scurried around the block to see what they could see. thus ac cording Sarros the thing he desired most a fighting chance nnd a half minute to get through (he gate and headed for the steamship landing with out Interference. Webster nnd Don Junn enmo nbrenst the high, barred gate In the thick. 20 foot masonry wall ns the barrier swung back nnd a man, In civilian clothes, thundered through on a magnificent bay thoroughbred. "That's him. Shtop the dlvlll" screamed Don Juan. "They'll do tho decent thing be me If I take him alive." To Webster, who hnd acquired the art of snnp shooting whllo killing tlmo In mnny n lonely camp, tho bay charg er offered an easy mark. "Hate to down thnt beautiful animal," ho re marked and pulled awny. The horse leaned Into tho nlr nnd enmc down stlff-lilfcgdd ; Sarros spurred It cruelly, and the. gallant beast strove to gather Itself Into Its stride, stag gered nnd sank to Its knees, ns with a wild Irish yell Don Junn Cnfetero reached tho dictator's side. Snrros drew a revolver, but before ho could use It Don Juan tnppcd him smnrtly over the bend with his rifle barrel, and tho mnn toppled Inertly to tho grouud beside his dying horse. "More ppwer to ye sor." Don Junn called cheerily and turned to receive Webster's approval. What ho snw paralyzed him for an Instant. Webster was standing beside tho gnte, firing Into n dozen of Snrros soldiery who were pouring out of a house Just across the street, where for nn hour they hnd crouched unseen and unheard by the Iruey men at the gate. They were practically out of ammuni tion nnd had merely been nwnltlng a favorable opportunity to escape beforo tho rebels should enter the city In forco nnd the' hOuse-to-house search for snipers should begin. They had been about to emerge nnd beat n hasty retrent. when Snrros rode out at tho gato, and with n rush they followed, gaining the sldownlk In time to bo wit nesses to the dlctntor's downfall. For n moment they hnd paused, hud dled on the sidewalk behind their offi cer, who. turning to scout the street up nnd down, beheld John Stuart Web ster standing by tile gnte with an au tomatic In his hand. At the samo in stant Webster's attention had been at tracted to the llttlo band on tho side walk; In their lender he recognized no less a personage than his Inte ncqunln tnneo, the Are enttng Cnpt. Jose Ben avldes. Colncldentally Bonavldes rec ognized Webster, It was an awkward situation. Web ster renllzed the Issue wns about to bo decided, that If he would hnvo It In his favor, ho should waste not one split-second before killing tho mercurial Bennvldes as tho, latter stood staring at him. It was not a question, now, of who should beat tho other to tho draw, for each had al ready filled his hand. It wns a ques tlon, rather, as to who should recover first from his astonishment If Benn vldes decided to let bygones be by gones and retreat without tiring a shot, then Webster was quite willing to permit him to pass unmolested; In deed, such was his aversion to shoot ing any man, so earnestly did he hope tho Sobrnntean would consider that discretion was tho better part of valor, that ho resolved to Inculcate that idea In tho notspur. "Captain Benavldes,' he said Buavo- ly, "your cause Is lost If you enre to escape nhonrd the steamer, I will see to it thnt you are not removed from her before she sails; If you care to surrender to me now, I give vou mjr unl of honor you will not be exe cuted." Bennvldes might hnvo hnd, and doubtless did havo. his faults, but cowardice wns not one of them. And he did havo the ghost of a sense of hu mor. An evil smile flitted over his olive features. "Without taking Into consideration the bayonets at my back," he replied, "It strikes mo tho odds nro even now. And yet you patronize me," Webster wns nettled. "I'd rather do that than kill you, Benavldes," ho retorted. "Don't bo n fool. Itun atong nnd sell your pnpers, nnd take your pitiful little sandal-footed bri gands with you. Sent I" Bennvldes' hnnd, holding his pistol, hnd been hnnglng loosely nt his side. With his furious glance meeting Web ster's unfalteringly, with tho merest movement of his wrist nnd scarcely without movement of his forearm, he threw up his weapon and fired. Scarcely a flftb of a second had elapsed between tho movement of his wrist nnd tho pressure of his finger on tho trigger; Webster, gazing stead ily Into the somber eyes, had noted no hint of the man's Intention, and wns caught actually off his guard. The bullet tore through his biceps. momontnrlly paralyzing him, and his automatic dropted clattering to the sidewalk ; as he stooped and recovered It Benavldes fired again, creasing the top of his left shoulder. The Sobrantcan took aim for a third and finishing shot but when he pulled tho trigger tho hammer fall on a defective cartridge, which gave to John Stuart Webster all tho advnntngo he craved. He plnnted a bullet In Benavldes1 ab domen with his first shot blew out the' duelist's brains with his second, nnd whirled to meet the charge of the little sandnl-footed soldados. who, seeing their lender fallen, hnd with out nn Instnnt's hesltntlon nnd nppnr- ently by mutual consent decided to avenge him. Webster backed dazedly townrd tho wall, firing as he did so, but he was too dizzy to shoot effectively, nnd tho semicircle of bayonets closed In on his front He had wounded three men without stopping them; n second more, nnd their long, elghteen-inch bayonets would have been In his vitals, when- Into the midst of the melee, from the rear, dashed Don Junn Cnfetero, shrieking like a fiend and swinging his rifle, which he held grasped by the barrel. Webster saw a bayonot lunging to wnrd him. He lifted bis leg nnd caught the point on his biwt-heel whllo with his last cartridge te killed the man behind the bayonet Just as tb latfer's next-rank man thrust straight and true In under the American's left arm, while a third man Jabbed at Ills stomach and got the bnyonet home in his hip. These two thrusts, delivered almost simultaneously, by their Im pact carried their victim backward against the wall, against which his heud collided with n smnrt thud. He fell forward on his face; before hl3 assailants could draw back for a fin ishing thrust In case the gringo need ed It which they doubted. Don Juan Cafetero had brained them both. Standing above tho man he loved, with the lattcr's body between his outspread legs, Don Juan Cafetero stood for the final accounting, his but- Webstor Planted a Bullet In Benavldes Abdomen. termllk eyes gleaming hatred nnd war mndncss, his lips drawn bnck from his snaggle teeth, his breast rising and falling as they closed In around him. For a few seconds ho was visi ble swinging his riflo like a flail, magnificent, unterrlfled and then a bayonot slipped In under his guard. It was tho end. With a final great effort that used up the last strength In his drink corroded muscles he hurled his rifle Into tho midst of his four remaining enemies, bofore ho swayed and top pled full length on top of Webster, shielding with his poor body the man who had fanned to flame the dying ember of manhood In tho wreck that drink and tho dovll had cast up on tho Caribbean const For Don Juan Cnfotero It had been n long, Joyous, thirsty dny, but at last the day was done. And In order to make certain, a noldado Jnbbed htm once more through the vltnls beforo ho fled with the other survivors. For half an hour after Webster left her to assist the great-hearted Mother Jenka In the rough cere of the wound ed, Dolores, absorbed In her work of mercy, gave all of her thought to the grim tnsk before her. The cries, fol lowed by the sudden, savage outbreak of fire when tho guards made their dnsli from the pnlnce, brought Web ster nnd Don Junn to mind Instantly. In a quick access of terror and appro henslon she clung, trembling, to stolid old Mother Jenks. "Somebody's breakln' In or brenkln out," the veteran decided calmly. "Come to tho corner, aar!e, an 'ave a look." She half dragged Dolores to the cor ner, from which they had an unob structed view down tht. cross-street to Its Intersection three blocks distant with the Calle San Rosnrlo; conse quently they snw the dozen or moro survivors of that Ill-fated dash from the north gnte of the palace ftash for a second across their line of vision. Mother Jenks croaked dismally, llko a disreputable old raven ; she was try ing to cheer. "The rats are leavln the slnkln' ship," she wheezed. "Come nn' see them tyke tho devils as killed my sainted 'Enery." She broke eagerly from Dolores' detaining grasp and ran down the street. Dolores hesltntcd a moment; then, rensonlng thnt her duty lay In pursuing Mother Jenks and preventing her from rushing headlpng Into the conflict, she followed. Evidently the fleeing guards hnd scurried nround n corner Into a cros street shortly after Dolores and Moth er Jcnks had seen them gnllop pnst for tho firing down the Cnllo San Ro sarlo had ceased entirely by the tlmo they reached It They stood a moment nt the corner, gazing up the street nt the dend mnn and beast with tho wounded crawling out of the shambles to the sidewalk. Mother Jenks nodded approvingly as triumphant shoutH from the north gnte told her tho Ruey men were pouring Into the pnlnce; with their arms-about ench other the two women watched nnd waited and presently the nation al flag on the palace came fluttering down from Its stnff, to be raised ngnln with the red banner of revolution flut tering above It, tho Insignia of a na tion reborn. "My lamb." Mother Jenks said soft ly to Dolores, "the war Is over. Wot's the matter with goln" In the south gate an' wytln' on the palace steps for the provisional president to make his grand ountray? If we 'esltate five minutes they'll have a blqomln' guard on both gntes. arskln' us 'oo we are an' wot wo want" "But Mr. Webster will come back to that hack street looking for me; I roust go back and wait there for him." "Wyte, nothlnkl" Mother Jenka overruled the girl's protest roughly. uill 'ave cone Into tho nnlnen with the crowd for n look-see; we'll meet 'fm there an' syve Mm the trouble o' 'untln for us. Cornel" And h hntt dragged the shrinking girl townrd the gate, n diock distant, where only a few minutes before Webstor nnd Don Juan Cafetero had made their Inef fectual stand. "Don't look' at the bllchters. honey." Mother Jenks warned Dolores when, in approaching the gate, she caught sight of the bodies strewed In front of It "My word I Regular bally mess an- nu spiggotlcsl Cawn't be. -Must ave been some white ment on this bird, as my sainted 'Enery uster s'y. nahl Thought sol There's a red headed 'unl Gawd's truth I An' 'e done all that Gor' strlkn mn ntnkt It's Don Junn Cnfetero." Mother Jenks stormed over tho trnrv corpses ringed nround Don Junn nnd Kneit nesme him. "Don Junn " she cried. "You bally. Interferln' blichter. you've gone nn' got It I" She ran her strontr old nrms under his dripping body, lifted hlra and laid nis red head on her knee, while with her free hand she drew n smnll flask of brandy from her dress pocket. Don Juan opened his buttermilk eyes and gazed up at her with slow ly dawning wonder, Jhen closed them again, drowsily, like a tired child. Mother JenkB pressed the flnsk to his blue lips; ns tho brandy bit his tongue he rolled his flery bend In feeble pro test and weakly set his teeth ngnlnst the Hp of the flask. Wondering, Mother Jenks withdrew It and' then Don Juan spoke. "Havo ye tho mnsther's permission, nllannh? I give him mo worrd av hon ornotto dhrlnk till he give permission. He wns good to me troth ho was God lovo me boss ti His Jaw dropped loosely: his head rolled sideways; but ere his sptrlt fled, "Don Juan Cnfetero hnd Justified the faith of his master. He had kept his word of honor. He had made good on his brag to dlo for John Stu art Webster and welcome tho chancel Mother Jenks held his body a little while, gazing into tho faco no longer rubicund; then gently she eased It to tho ground nnd for the first time was aworo thnt. Dolores knolt In the dirt opposlto to her striving to lift the body upon which Don Junn had been lying. The strength of Dolores was un equal to tho task; so Mother Jenks, hardened, courageous, cnlm as her sainted 'Enery nt his Inglorious finish, rose nnd stepped nround to her sldo to help her. She could seo this other wns a white man, too; coolly she stooped and wiped his gory face with tho hem of her apron. And then she recognized him I "Lift him up I Give him to mo!" Dolores sobbed. "Oh, Caliph, my poor dear, big-hearted blundering boy I" She got her arm under his head; Mother Jenkins aided hor ; and the limp body wns lifted to a sitting position; then Dolores knelt on ono knee, sup porting him with the other, nnd drew his hend over on her shoulder; with her white cheek cuddled against his, she spoke Into his deaf ears tho UN tie, tender, foolish words that motli ers hnve for their children, thnt wom en hnvo for the stricken men of their love. She pleaded with him to open his eyes, to sponk to her and tell her he still lived; so close was his faco to hers that Bhe saw an old but very faint white scar running diagonally across his left eyebrow and kissed It Presently strong arms took him from her; clinging to somebody she know not whom she followed, moan ing broken-henrtedly, while eight men, forming n rude Utter with four rifles passed under his body, bore Webster to tho shade of a tufted palm Insldo tho palace gate. As they laid Webster down for a moment there Dolores saw r. tall, youthful man, of hnndsome fentures and noble bearing, approach and look at him. In his eyes there were tears, a sob escaped him as with a llttlo Impulsive, affectionate movement he patted John Stuart Webster's cheek. "My friend I" tho fainting Dolores heard him murmur. "My great-hearted, whimsical, lovable John Webster. You made ft posslhlc for me to meet you here tonight nnd this Is tho meet ing I" (To be continued) DIALECTS MANY AND VARIED Genesis of the Traveling American May Be Pretty Well Recognized by His Speech. A survey Just completed shows thnt 83 languages are In dally use In New York, not Including three or four kinds of English. There Is highbrow Eng lish, lowbrow English nnd the K-less variety, besides the strange. Inexplica ble cockney kind, which gives all "er" sounds the sound of "ol." We sny In explicable, for we have never seen ex plained why In certnln New York ver nacular third Is "thold," bird Js "bold" and curse Is "colse." Sometime, somewhere, that' enuncia tion must have begun whether on tlie Bowery or !n Hnrlem or even In Broad way, nobody seems to know. Wns It In existence !n 18G0? The New York lit erature of that era does not seem to so Indicate. The converse of the boot blacks and Juvenile street sweepers of the mild nnd Innocuous fiction of those days reveal almost a Sundny school diction. The "colse" has swept over Manhattan since then. It enme with the melting pot and may be part of It for all we know. 1 The United States Is large enough to contain a number of dialects nnd al ready It does contnln them, so thnt one's genesis Is pretty well distin guished by his speech. We know New Englnnd by Its "lofflng" laugh and they know us by our "larflng" one. "Ask" In some parts of the South Is as flat tened out almost ns the "a" In "bnke." while still remaining "osk" in Massa chusetts. Our e pluribus unum language is truly that kind, and likely to t'ecomo more plurlhus as the country grows older. St. Louis Globe-Democrat TOMBS THAT ARE INDIVIDUAL Resting Places of Chinese Rulers So Constructed as to Reveal Char acter of Occupants. At the Tung Ling, or Eastern Tombs of the Mnuchus. nature has worked hand In hand with mnn to produce a hnrroonlous whole, writes Roy Chap man Andrews In Asia Magazine. Most of the trees about the tombs have been plnnted. but they have been so cleverly chosen nnd pi need thnt they look ns If they bad grown Just where. In nature's scheme of things, they ought to be. There is nothing glar ingly artificial In the appearance of the park. Although the tombs are alike In gen eral plan, they are at the same time as Individual ns were the emperors themselves. Ench Is a subtle expres sion of tho character of the one who sleeps beneath the yellow roof. , The tomb of Ch'len-Lung, the artist emper or, lies not far nwny from thnt of the empress downger. Stately, beau tlful In Its simplicity. It Is an Indica tion of his life and deeds. In striking contrast Is the palace built by the em press, for her eternnl dwelling. Ex travagantly decorated, valnglorlously declaring to the world the millions spent upon It. It represents admirably the personality of the Iron-willed ruler who In life held her place by force and Intrigue nnd lavish expenditure nnd whp wns determined to he known, even In death as the greatest of the great But a hundred years from now when Ch'len-Lung's mnusole um, like the painting of an old mas ter, has been made even more beauti ful by tho touch of age, that of the empress will be worn and tarnished. Young Author Falls Down, A young author sends mo the manu script of a story. Ho claims he has a new lden. His "new Iden" Is this: A young mnn nnd woman nre married In the usual wny, and. during tholr hon eymoon, love each other with great devotion. But In a year the young man finds he has tired of his wife, from seeing her so much; from too close associ ation. He supposes, of course, that she has not tired of him; such n pos sibility does not enter bin mind. How ever, he resolves to ho a square man and confess to his wife Just how he feels. She also talks frankly, and It develops that the wife Is as tired of the husband as the husband. Is of the wife. I am compelled to report to the young author that this Is no develop ment of a new fact In life. H, W. FIftwa'a Monthly.