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I listened closely to the name
“Yvard."
"Well, now so far so good. And the
question of finance? That Is of more
Importance."
"And of more difficulty. The madame
often dabblee herself In these dealings
Involving money, and she Is harder to
deceive. However, she Is not accurate
at figures, clever though she be other
wise. Dock over this; this calculation.
See, there Is a simple transposition of
an Item, which results In a difference
of near 10,000 livres. It appears there
to have been made by the money lender
/or his greater gain. You can study
this copy before the duke comes. Then
you will be quite prepared to point out
this error and make the correction.
Here Is his copy which he will sign.”
"Ah, good," she said looking over the
memorandum he had given her of the
amounts, with the correct calculations
all neatly carried out.
"Well, that Is enough for this morn
ing: you rnny go; these things weary
me.”
“Celeste, Celeste, how long Is this
to continue? will you never—”
"Mfulame, " she corrected positively,
rumpling and smoothing out again the
paper In her lap.
"As you will,” with an air of hope
less protest. "I)o you mean always to
lend me away when our business Is
completed ?—”
"Was it not our agreement?"
“Yes, but I thought—”
"You had no right to think.”
“A man must needs think whether
be will or no, what is of life itself. Are
you a woman of lee? Do you not realize
I sell nil I hold most dear, the confi
dence born of a life-time’s honest ser
vice to my king, my own honor, only
to serve you, to be with you?”
”1 am weary. It la time for you to
go."
"Y< s. I t:t Is there nothing else? You
agreed—"
"i'li. T know, why remind me?” She
turned upon him fiercely. "Do you
wish to make me hate you? Now you
are only an object of indifference, ob
jectionable to me ns are all men who
nuvke love, and sigh, and worry me.
Do you wish me to hate and despise
you more than the rest?"
"God forbid! But—"
"You still Insist?”
"Yes, 1 must have my thirty pieces of
Rllver, the price of my treachery," do
Valence returned bitterly; "men die in
the bastille for lesser offenses than
mine.”
"That Is your affair,” the woman re
plied, without a shade of concern.
I thought I could perceive a growing
embarrassment in her manner ns de
Valence came closer to her, remem
bering, for so she must, that we could
hear every word through the portiere.
She collected herself bravely; de Val
ence must not suspect.
"Come, I’ll pay you," and she put her
lips upward so coolly I wondered he
should care to touch them. Jerome
raged silently, for 1 confess we were
both guilty of looking as well as listen
ing. DeValence leaned over her, but
lifted his head again.
“Celeste- Madam, so cold. I’d ns lief
kiss the marble Ups of Diana In the
park."
"Oh, as you please; you may kiss
•them, too, If you like," she shrugged
her shoulders, and was not pretty for
the Instant. "X pay as I promise; It Is
a mere barter of commodities. You
mav take or leave It. as you choose.”
The man’s attitude of dejection
touched even me. but the woman gave
no sign of feeling or compusslon, only
Intense impatience.
"Well. Monsieur, am I to sit waiting
an hour? Are you come to be a sordid
huckster to wrangle over your price?”
De Valence bent over her again,
touched the Ups lightly, and strode
away, gathering up his papers from the
table as he went. Two only were left,
and those Madame held listlessly in her
bund.
We felt thoroughly conscious of our
guilt, Jerome and I, when we put aside
the screen and re-entered the room.
There was a certain air of resentment
In this manner, if If he would call her
to account, and I heartily wished my
self otherwhere. Perhaps It was all
for the’ best; my presence prevented,
for the lime, explanations, und 1
fancied the woman was grateful for the
respite. Her lassitude, an effort to
overcome it, smote me to the quick,
and right willingly X would have aided
hex had I but the power. To Jerome
she spoke:
"You heard—all?”
He nodded.
"And saw? ' Less resolutely this ques
tion came. The words conveyed a
wish, unexpressed, that he had not
heard. To me she gave no thought.
Afealn Jerome nodded and looked away.
"It Is the penalty and the price of
•power. Oh, Jerome, how fervently I
have prayed that this all had not been,”
she went on oblivious of my presence.
Jerome's resentment faded away at
her mute appeal for sympathy, and I
am very sure he would not have me
chronicle all that then occurred. Suf
fice it. that I employed myself by the
window, some minutes perhaps, until a
hasty rap on the door, and the maid
bore a message which she delivered to
her mistress In secret.
"Bid him come In at once if It please
him."
“He Is already here, madame," the
girl replied.
We had barely time to gain our form
er hiding place before a man richly
dressed, and limping, entered; ths
same I had seen In the gardens of Ver
sailles. I was now Intensely Interested
In this little drama, which, as It were,
was being played for my own benefit,
and gave closer study to the Duke of
Maine who hurried In.
The weak. Irresolute face bora no
trace of the dignity and power which
made his royal father at times truly
great; it showed, too, but little Inher
itance from the proud beauty of de
Montespan. Vastly Inferior to both,
and to his ambitious w'ife whose
schemes he adopted when they suc
ceeded and disowned when they failed,
the duke trembled now upon the verge
of a mighty Intrigue which perchance
would make him master of an empire,
perchance consign him to the Bastille
or to the block. Well he knew that the
abandoned Philip of Orleans, though
ha sometimes forgot his friends, never
spared an enemy. With these thoughts
haunting him, his timid mind shrank
from putting his fortunes to a decisive
test, and he looked forward, dreading
to see the Increasing feebleness of the
king hasten that day when a quick
stroke must win or lose.
He approached Madame at the table
with a semblance of that swagger af
fected by the weakling In presence ol
women, yet permitting the wandering
eye and uncertain gestures to betray
his uneasiness. Something had evH
dently gone wrong with my lord
"Have you heard, Celeste, of Yvard?”
he inquired, dropping Into a seat.
My ears quickened at the familiar
name.
'"Well, what of him?"
"He has lost the Louisiana dis
patches, and I know not what they con
tained.”
"What!” exclaimed the woman, as If
genuinely alarmed, and learning the
bad news at first hand.
"Yes. the cursed fool lost them in
some drunken brawl In the city. We 1
have had the place thoroughly searched j
but—" he Unlshed the sentence with a
shrug to express his failure.
"What If they should reach Orleans?” !
ho continued evenly. "My men fear
he has gone to him anyway, hoping to
play in with both for pardon. I'd feel
much safer could we only lay our \
hands upon him. He Is the one man ,
beside ourselves here who knows—who I
knows, anything," the duke went on
with growing trepidation.
"Well, make yourself comfort, my
lord, 1 took the responsibility to de
tain Yvard in Paris."
"You?" ho sprung from his chair In
istonlshment. “You? Why? How?”
"X thought your safety demanded It.
My lord Is too generous, too confiding,"
she threw toward him a glance of con
■ern poor de Valence would have peril
ed his soul to win. " You see, when we
"-..trusted him with this business. It
was so delicate a mission, I set a
watch upon him—some of my own peo
ple of Anjou—and when he acted negli
gently they reported to rne. He began
irlnktng, too, and freely, so I feared
ais discretion. I now have the man
safe In Paris. What would my lord
with him?”
L)u Maine fixed his cold eyes upon her
[or a short space, then,
"It Mould be prudent to put him
tuletly out of the way," he suggested,
die thin Ups closing cruelly. "No. hold
pirn, we may have further need for his
nvord. Hut have a care that he talks
o no one.”
Madame had raised no objection to !
die duke's cool command that an end 1
pe made of Yvard, yet I did her the
iredll to suppose It was because she
well knew she might do as she liked,
ind he be none the wiser!
He now settled himself upon a divan
lear Madame, with all the complacency
pf a man whose own foresight has
laved him a serious trouble, and said
ifter mature deliberation, gazing
thoughtfully at the sportive cherubs ou
the celling:
"Well, It could not have been so bad
if ter all, for I observed the caution to
prepare a warning for our friends
lcross the frontier, and had arranged
[or a friend of ours to be entrapped by
Orleans, betraying misleading dis
patches to him. A line plan, think you?
Menezes you know is devoted to me,
ttnd I have promised him a patent.
"Who did your grace say was to be
his friend?”
"Menezes.”
"Why Menezes?"
“I have done much for the fellow;
he Is not over clever; clever enough
tor the purpose, you know, but—"
“Does my lord not remember
Menezes Is a brother of the Perrault
whom you had hanged some years ago?
I fear you have teen badly advised."
"No! I do not recall him.”
“The rogue who cast a Btone at your
horse?”
"Ah, I bring him to mind. Short,
thick-set fellow, who whined some
thing about hunger, children, and the
cold. Ugh! What concern have I with
the rabble? But how do you know this,
Celeste?"
"X have long misdoubted him, and had
the rascal overlooked. He Is of Picardy
and hls father was attached to St.
Andre, who likes not hls grace, the
Duke of Maine."
"No, by my faith, he hates me. Ah,
1 see it all. Celeste, you should have
been a man, a man's wit almost you
have. Keally, so much brain is wasted
In that pretty head of yours. Madame
will come to comprehend she does not
know It. all—yet she torments me till
J give in. 1 think X shall take firmer
hold, and manage my own affairs to
better advantage than she. Ugh!
What a scrape she was like to get
me In."
He gradually regained the expres
sion of complete Satisfaction with him
self. and prepared now to show the
masterpiece of hls work, the contract
with Antonio of Modena, the money
lender.
"Here are our financial plans; the
usury Is high, but there is great risk,
so thinks Antonio; egad! perhaps he is
right, though it Is possible we may pay
him. Altogether a most excellent plan,
my own work-."
Madame Interrupted him, thinking
perhaps it was wise that she should not
be committed too far that he could not
throw the blame on other Bhoulders.
She took advantage of a pause to ex
amine the document with apparent
cure.
“Yes, excellent, but let us
see. Three. seven, twelve,
fourteen, twenty-three—here Is some
mistake. Let us go over It again. Yes,
here It is. This Is not your accounting.
The miserly Lombard would cozen you
of your honor If he coukl but sell It
ngalu. Hero Is an error of near 10,000
livres; let me correct it for you."
And while he stared at her she deftly
copied the correct amounts from the
slip she held concealed In her hand.
She knew the figures were his own, but
gave no token.
“I doubt not you would have looked
over It more carefully before you
signed It, and these matters would
have been detected by your own eyes."
“Yes, yes," he replied nervously,
reaching out hls hand for the paper lest
she observe—what her quick eyes had
at first seen—that the contract already
bore hls signature and seal. She gave
It him and he replaced It carefully in
hls breast.
"I will give those careless secretaries
a lesson they sorely need," and n this
disturbed condition of mind he blus
tered out of the apartment, forgetting
hls usual .allantries, which madame sc
diplomatically put aside without giv
ing too serious offense.
Jerome leaned against the window
facing, his unseeing eyes resting on th«
park beyond the little garden at oui
feet. Hls brow lowered, not as of a
storm, but with the murkiness of a
settled and dismal day. Perchance hii
thoughts wandered with his childhood’!
sweetheart amid the fertile vales of fai
away Anjou.
| Nothing was more distant from hin
| than the gilded furnishings, the frss
cops, the marble Venus at his elbow.
Beside her table, alone, and abstracted
as Jerome, the woman toyed with a
daiiCy fan; her Impassive beauty, born
of rigid training, betrayed not the in
ner desolation. Her face was calm and
serious enough, the skin lay smooth
and glowed with all those delicate tints
that women love.
Her quietude reminded me of the
slumbering ocean, glassy and tranquil,
whose unmarred surface conveyed no
hint of sunken ships beneath, of cold
dumb faces tossing in the brine, of
death-abysses where wrecks aban
doned lie.
I slipped away without rousing a pro
test from Jerome, and closing the door
softly left them to their meditations
and to each other.
CHAPTER XV.
NEW HOPES.
Now, that I was well out of *.teli*
way, it came to me to wonder what I
should do with myself until Jerome
might please to seek me again, but ac
cident favored me with occupation.
Passing through the hall I heard a
woman's shrill voice, llfed In anger,
berating some unfortunate attendant.
“You wretched hursy, to speak rudely
to a guest of mine, who did but make
to you a pretty speech. I’d have you he I
n»ost charming to Monsieur Vlard. Re
member, you are only a hireling, and
need give yourself no such tine un
seemly airs.”
The door just ahead of me was
thrown violently open, and out strutted
a tiny lady in a most disproportionate
rage. She was beautiful neither In face t
nor figure; she was diminutive, and
petulant of manner, but bore herself
with an air of almost regal pride, it
was she whom I came to know as
Madame du Maine, a daughter of the
proud and princely Condeff. Following
her, weeping bitterly, came the sweet
maid who had spilled the tray of ‘
flowers on me at the .door. I stepped
back Into an alcove, lest, perc.iance,
she look behind, and aimlessly 1 strag- .
gled out into the gardens as best I
might.
The villa being a Etrange ground. It
fretted me to be alone therein, with
nothing to think of but this trouble of
my friends. And Madame de Chartraln,
did 1 blame her? Blame Jerome? Yes
—no. I hardly knew. Viewed at a dis
tance and Impartially, such things
strike us with aversion, and we are *
quick to condemn. But the more I 1
thought the nearer I came to eonclud- 1
Ing It took something more than a mere
mummery to make a wife. All the f
ceremonials ami benedictions and light- 1
ed candles and high-sounding phrases l
could not bind a woman’s heart, where •
that heart was free, or called some
other man Its lord. Yet the bare fact c
remained, this woman was a wife, and l
to me, at least, that name had always t
been a sacred and holy one. v
To what vain or wise conclusions my 2
cogitations may have led me, I con
ceive not, for another small matter :
now quite absorbed my whole atten- 1
tlon. It was the beginning of that *
one dear hope which speedily banished
all others. It Is said the trlppant tread
of fate doth leave no print upon the f
sand to mark Us passage, nor doth ,
she sound a note of warning that the
watting hand may grasp her garments s
as she files. i
A gleam of white In one of the sum- t
mer houses caught my roving eye, and ,
quite aimlessly I passed the door. A c
chit of a child crouched upon the floor, t
and leaned forward on the benches, c
weeping as though each sob were like
to burst her little heart. I grant It was f
no affair of mine, yet my tears were 11
ever wont to start, and eyes play trait- j ^
or to mine arm at sight of woman's 1 t
trouble. Without thinking one whit, I t
stepped In beside her, and laying my
hand gently upon the lassie's shoulder, |
Implored that she weep no more. ,
Up she sprang to face me, flushed t
and Indignant. Verily was I abashed, i
Yet there was that of sympathy and
sincerity In my voice and mien—or so t
she told me after—which turned her ,
wrath aside. _ j
"You, monsieur; I though! It was old t
Monsieur Vlard, he pursues me so.” t
It was the same little maid I had seen ,
in the hall, and that was why I k
trembled. She wept now for the scold- [
lng she had got. I caught my breath , [
to Inquire why she wept.
“Oh, madame, madame—it Is the ! t
humor of madame to humiliate me of (
late: she reminds me ever of my de- t
pendent position. And monsieur,” the
child Btralghtened up proudly till she
was quite a woman. “Monsieur, I ,
come of a race as old as her own—and
as honored.” “Charles is poor—the !
Chevalier de la Mora, you know. But [
now he goes to the colonies, and will t
take me with him.”
It was a silly thing to do, but about I ,
here I stalked most unceremoniously ,
off, leaving her to her sorrow and her .
tears. Since that day I have often (
smiled to think how foolishly do the ,
wisest men deport themselves when i
they first begin to love. Their little ; \
starts of passion, their petty angers ; ,
and their sweet repentances—all were .
unexplored by me, for Love to me was
yet an unread book. I
At the door of the house M. Leroux
hailed me graciously:
tv.ontlnued Next Week.)
An Invention to Aid in Prayer.
| New Haven Palladium: Thomas Sault
enjoys the unique distinction of having se
\ cured a patent on an article to be era
1 ployed by worshippers.
| The Invention Is described in the letters
! patent as "The Chaplet and Shrine of the
Holy Rosary.”
The chaplet and shrine of the holy
rosary consists of a case, in which is a set
| of rollers, on which Is rolled a web which
may be rolled or unrolled. Upon the face
i of the web Is a series of pictures appro
priate to the prayers of which the several
■ beads on the rosary are reminders.
The case Is so arranged that a light can
be set behind the picture. Arrangements
for buridng a pair of candles are provided
In front of the shrine.
When the candles are lighted the efTect
Is very beautiful. Those desiring to use
Mr. Sauli's invention kneel in front of the
j shrine. When the appropriate prayer la
\ uttered one of the rollers is turned by
means of a projecting knob and a picture
j Is revealed. This operation is continued
| until the entire rosary has been gone
through. Mr. Gay is making extensive
arrangements to handle the invention.
Queer.
Philadelphia Public Ledger: Flana
gan—'Tls quare summer weather we re
havin' Finnegan.
Finnegan—Aye! Shure the summer
ain't begun yet, an' here it is nearly
half over.
A Readjusted Proverb.
Washington Star: "So you never heard
! the maxim 'make hay while the sun
shines?’ ”
“No," answered Colonel Stllwell: "lr
my part of Kentucky they say 'Put mint
In the moon shine.' "
“Johnny," said a fond mother to liei
young hopeful the other day. after she
had returned home from calling on a
neighbor, “some one has taken a big
piece of frosted cake out of the pan
try.”
Johnny blushed guiltily.
"Oh, Johnny!" she exclaimed, "1 I
didn’t think it was in you!”
“It ain't all," whined the boy. "Paul
of it ts In sister Nellie." I
Fortu nate.
I asked old Goldbug for his daughter last night.
What luck?
Well. It was what you might call a run of luck. I got away.
WILL SOON VISIT
KING OF DENMARK
Duke of Cumberland With En
tire Family to Celebrate
Monarch’s Birthday.
A JOKE ON MR. CARNEGIE
Town of Brecon Wanted a Library
and Addressed a Two Pound Let
ter of Request to Him Written
in Long Hand.
London—There la at last a prob
ability that the old feud between the
house of Hohenzollern and the house of
Hanover may come to an end.
The first step was taken when the Grand
Duke Frederick of Mecklenburg-Schwerln
was recently bethrothed, with the ap
proval of the kaiser, to the Princess Alex
andra of Cumberland.
And It la now announced that the duke
of Cumberland, with the whole of his fam
ily and his future son-in-law, will visit
the king of Denmark In celebration of the
venerable monarch’s eighty-seventh birth
day.
Among the guests will be the highly sus
ceptible crown prince of Germany. With
her father and sister travels the beautiful
and witty Princess Olga of Cumberland.
To Visit King of Denmark.
Queen Alexandra, who, like all good
women, is an Inveterate matchmaker, will,
>f course, he by the side of her aged
father, and the result may he easily fore
seen. Both King Christian and King Ed
ward VII. are thoroughly conversant with
the kaiser’s sentiments on this subject,
and all Germany hopes that the Influence
of the English queen may result In the
betrothal of the Princess Olga to the
crown prince.
Of all the American women who have
t*on a distinguished place In the English
peerage, the countess of Tankervllle per
haps nearer approaches the Ideal type of
the great lady of the middle Victorian era
than any of her compeers.
Born of one of the famous old Dutch
Knickerbocker families, the Van Marters,
whose homes lay around the Grecnwlck
village, her girlhood was mostly spent In
Rome.
Rarely, save at some great court cere
monial at which her presence Is com
manded by the king, Is she seen In Lon
don. While her countrywomen whirl
through the maelstrom of frivolity and
gayety In London and Paris, and the re
torts of southern France, Lady Tanker
vllle remains almost secluded In the beau
tiful Chlllingham castle In Northumber
land.
Her time Is spent In researches Into an
cient literature, in music and in miniature
painting, of which both she and her hus
band are passionately fond.
Joke on Mr. Carnegie.
Andrew Carnegie, blindly groping for
(scape under the avalanche of letters,
mostly from literary societies or municipal
corporations hungry for libraries and col
ters endowments, has at last turned upon
his tormentors with a mild protest.
The Brecon town council among others
recently addressed several communica
tions to Mr. Carnegie In reference to a
proposed library, but unfortunately for
their purpose the council had not yet
reached the stage of modern Improvement
In which a typewriter Is brought Into
common use, and preferred the old method
of letters written In longhand on thick
paper.
A series of these letters weighing about
two pounds each provoked this reply from
Mr. Carnegie's secretary: "I would draw
your attention to the fact that we have to
carry about’ with us some thousands of
sets of correspondence; and If every cor
respondent wrote on thick paper and In
longhand as you do it would be Impossible
for us to do business. Will you kindly
typewrite your communications on busi
ness paper?”
Death of Duke of Cambridge.
The season of 1904, Just struggling into
birth after the darkness of Lent, has at
Its outset received a Btaggering blow.
For the recent death of the venerable
fluke of Cambridge, on the very eve of |
the first ‘drawingroom” has thrown all
things of the court Into confusion.
The two drawing rooms are, of course, |
Indefinitely postponed ‘‘until a date after
Easter to be hereafter named,” to quote ;
the official phraseology of the Lord Cham- i
berlaln's clerks.
Thus many debutantes, tremblingly i
awaiting the ordeal of formal Introduction
to the king and queen, have been exposed
to the mortification of delay and to many
more days and nights of anxious waiting
ere the event of their young lives has
passed Into memory.
American girls, as usual, figured largely
In the list of presentations by Mrs. Jo
seph Choate, and the duchess of Marl
borough, among the presentees being a
daughter of William McKinley Osborne, a
cousin of the late President McKinley.
Court in Mourning.
While the date of the drawing room Is
still In the atr. It Is certain that the king
and queen, in benevolent regard to the
cry of the Impoverished tradespeople, will
hold them at the earliest moment con
sistent with the etiquet of court mourn
ing.
Save for the temporary Interruption of
the court ceremonials, the death of the
lonely, almost forgotten duke of Cam
bridge would have evoked scarcely more
than passing attention.
The announcement of his death was
placarded on the newspaper contents bills
cheek by Jowl with the result of an Im
portant trial for the Lincolnshire handi
cap.
The duke of Cambridge had long ago
digested the bitter lesson of the man who
has lived beyond h1s time.
The age in which, as first cousin to
Quen Victoria, he had been a leading
figure had long gone; the men and .women
whom he had known and loved were all
dead. And to him the death for which !
he had patiently waited came aa a wel
come refuge from a world that had got
beyond him.
His Busy Career.
Of his career In the army It has to be
recorded that he made a complete failure
of the only Important command ever en
trusted to him In the field, that of the
first division of Infantry In the Crimean
war.
He owed his promotion to the post of
commander-ln-chlef solely to the personal
fidelity of Queen Victoria.
For more than half a century he main
tained a bitter Indomitable opposition to
anything In the nature of change. He was
deaf to all propositions for army reform.
He opposed the abolition of purchase; he
opposed the abolition of flogging; he
fought tooth and nail the lntroductl :n of
Mr. Cardwell's short service system.
In his belief the army that had been
good enough to beat Napoleon and take
Sebastopol was not In need of any Im
provement.
But throughout his long life he was the
stanch friend and defender of Tommy
Atkins against the popinjay officer of the
parks and drawing rooms, and for this
the men In the ranks, whom he under
stood as no one else ever did, loved him.
Morganatic Marriage.
His morganatic marriage to Miss Louise
Earebrother, an admirable burlesque act
ress and probably one of the best "prin
cipal boys" the stage ever say, and his
manlike determination In defying the en
ter of the late queen and marrying the
woman he loved, endeared him to the
English people no less than his magnifi
cent courage In battle and his gentle, gen
erous heart.
Two stories, rich In humor, will survive
llm long after all else appertaining to him
s forgotten.
It was on the occasion of the famous
mutiny In the Grenadier Guards ten years
igo that the regiments ordered to Ber
muda for their sins were lined up In re
view to receive a parting rebuke from the
commander-ln-chlef.
Now the duke, like all soldiers of the
cld school, preferred to talk to a recalci
trant private In the manner of the bar
racks. But as the special occasion de
manded Homeric phrases, he tried to
idapt himself to the circumstances.
In language aboslutely classic In Its ac
curacy he expressed his deep sense of the
chame that had been cast upon the name
cf the British army, and on the traditions
>f the great regiment of which they were
i part.
Big Heart and Peppery Temper.
But just here his big heart and his pep
eery temper were too much for him, and
ee suddenly broke out Into a storm of
cbjurgatlon and early Anglo-Saxon that
would have made the heart of Admiral
'Bob” Evans glow with Joy.
But It was the sort of talk that the men
understood, and It probably had more ef
lect than a hundred set addresses of the
modern school.
Certain It was that when he stopped for
cheer want of breath the men gave a
•oaring cheer three times for "the duke”
end marched back to their quarters la a
nuch chastened and subdued frame of
mind.
The duke's face was one broad smile as
le turned to his staff. “I fancy that my
calk has ended the mutiny,” he said. And
t had.
The second story relates to Colonel Wel
esley, nephew of the Iron duke, who mar
led Kate Vaughn, once gaiety dancer and
ifterward a comely actress of rare ability.
Wellesley, taking refuge In a technical
ity, refused a duel with an attache of the
Austrian court, and had been Invited to
resign from the army, with the alterna
tive of dismissal In disgrace.
One day a few months after he met the
iuke In Pall Mall. "With this stigma on
me I am ruined,” he cried. "What in the
world am I to do to live?” “Do!” growled
the old gentleman, looking him over from
bead to foot, “do? Teach dancing!"
Then, turning on hla heel, he left him
without another word.
Princess Demonstrative.
It would seem that the princess of
Wales never tires of displaying her dem
ocratic spirit and her dislike of the thou
sand petty restrictions, beloved of the
royalties of old.
While the prince of Wales way review
ing the sham fight of the fleet oft Ports
mouth, the princess was driving around
the city, accompanied only by two friends.
Lady Eva Dugdale and Lady Fisher, and
watching with much delight the enthusi
asm of the holiday-making crowds.
But when she reached the floating
bridge at Gosport, the bridge was down
broken by the pressure of the traffic.
The princess, alighting from her car
riage, stepped on to a halfpenny ferry
boat, paying the fares of the party, and,
in the midst of a big crowd of passengers,
reached the main town of Portsmouth.
Stories of Martial Misery.
From this point she walked leisurely
through the strets to Government house.
The boy who recently Buttered a fractured
arm and a smashed blcylce in an attempt
to cross in front of her carriage has been
consoled with a brand new, up-to-date
machine and an autograph letter from the
princess, exacting from him a promise
that ha "will never again try to scorch."
Amid the hundred stories of marital
misery in the lives of the rulers of Ger
man duchlea the beautiful affection that
existed between the late duke and duch
ess of Saxony falls upon the senses like a
breath of fresh air.
“I direct that the portrait of my dear
wife,” he says In his will, “which I have
always carried on my breast, Bhall be laid
there when I am put in my coffin.”
The duke was not exempt from the
common dread of being burled alive, for
he directed that a* soon as the^hyslclals
had pronounced Ufa extinct an Incision
should be made in his chest, in order that
the question might be positively settled.
The presence of the figure of the earl of
Torrlngton, dressed in deep mourning,
walking to the tomb of his ancestor,
Admiral John Byng, on Monday, and
there laying a wreath of Immortelles over
the headstone, once more morks the pro
test of a distinguished family against a
judicial murder which in its time set the
whole civilized world aflame with indig
nation and horror.
In 1900 there were only twenty-three
suicides In Berlin to every 100,000 In
habitants; In 1903 the number xu
thirty-one.
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A Subtle Hint.
Harper’s Bazar: "It’s curious,
mighty curious,” observed Mr. Siypurr,
as he picked up his overcoat, "how
some lucky fellows get a reputation
without li^ilf trying. Look at Job, for
Instance, as a synonym for patience."
“Why. wasn't he tried to the limit
of endurance?” cried the shocked Mrs.
Siypurr.
"Not much," replied Mr. Siypurr.
calmly. "At least there Is no record of
his having to struggle with a torn
sleeve lining In his overcoat all win
‘er.”
French Thrift.
From the Portland Oregonian:
France has suffered more by war than
any other country In the world for the
200 years that ended with the close of
the Franco-German war of 1870-71. The
destruction of property of all sorts in
France In the wars of Louis XIV., in
those of the French revolution and In
the Napoleonic wars must have been
enormous. The German Invasion and
conquest of France was enormously
destructive of property. The money
Indemnity exacted by Germany was a
terrible burden. And yet today, after
thirty years of peace and recuperation,
France Is again a prosperous nation,
and has been able to lend Russia mil
lions. The French are keen trade; s
and able financiers; but above all ti e
French peasant in the provinces, tli »
French working classes in the cities,
have all been educated to practice
economy and to abhor avoidable waste.
Industry and economy are hereditary
/•irtues among the French working
classes, and because of this they live
better on small wages than any civ
ilized people in the world.
An Easjr Way to Do It.
Mineral. Idaho, April 11.-—Mr. I). 8.
Colson of this place has something to
say which will be of interest to many
men. Mr. 'Colson claims to have found
a simple way to get rid of pains in
the back. Sciatica or Rheumatism. lie
has cured himself and so claims per
sonal experience in proof of his meth
od.
Mr. Colson says:
“I had awful pains In my hip. They
got so bad at last that I could hardly
walk. I tried several things, but got
no relief till I began to use Dodd's
Kidney Pills and I had taken but a
few of these pills till the pain left me
entirely.
“Dodd’s Kidney Pills certainly did
me lots of good, and I consider them
a great medicine.”
The remedy that cured Mr. Colson is
the same that has been making such
sensational cures of Bright's Disease,
Diabetes, Dropsy and Rheumatism all
over the country. The name of the
Medicine is Dodd's Kidney Pills.
Saint Patrick.
Life: It is one of history's sarcasmt
that Saint Patrick should have been
a Dago and a Scotchman. He was
Dago (Roman) by race, and born in
Scotland. He was sold as a slave into
Ireland, where he converted the natives,
drove out the snakes, and became
Erin’s patron saint. It is commonly
supposed that since his day there have
been no snakes in Irish whiskey. At
s.ny rate, he has been esteemed of good
irishmen for fifteen hundred years, and
fils name is honored wherever Irishmen
so.
He Is much esteemed in these United
States, whither Irishmen came In great
numbers in the century just closed, and
:ontinue still to come. They came in
:he first place because, under the bene
dclent rule of their sister island, they
were brought to that pitch of want that
they could not get enough to eat. It
s a curious fact that the more they
itarved and the more hopeless their
lestltution became, the moro they mul
tiplied. They had to get out of Irel
and or die. and disliking to die unripp,
they came by the hundred thousand to
America.
Only a generation ago they were do
ng the hardest and worst paid work
>f this country, carrying hods, building
-aiiroads, ditching, soldiering, doing
fenerally the work of the able-bodied,
ineducated man without money or
powerful friends, who started at the
pottom of the social ladder. But that
s an old story and a past condition.
Mow, If Saint Patrick came to New
fork, whether he stopped at the Arch
jishop's house or the Waldorf Hotel,
when the rich Irish came to call on him
:helr carriages and automobiles would
nake a line from Thirty-fourth street
jp to the top of Central Park. And
when the poorer ones came in a mighty
procession, they would be carrying ban
ners Inscribed “Welcome to Our
island.”
ARMY TRIALS.
An Infantryman’s Long Siege.
This soldier’s tale of food Is interest
ing.
During his term of service In the
17th Infantry in Cuba and Philippines,
an Ohio soldier boy contracted a dis
ease of the stomach and bowels which
all army doctors who treated him pro
nounced Incurable, hut which Grape
Nuts food alone cured:
“In October, 1899, when my enlist
ment expired, I was discharged from
the army at Calulute, Philippines, and
returned to the States on the first
available steamer that left Manila.
When I got home 1 was a total wreck
physically and my doctor put me to
bed, saying he considered m£ the worst
broken-down man of my age lie ever
saw, and after treating mo six months
he considered my case beyond medical
aid.
“During the fall and winter of 1900
and ’01 I was admitted to the Panics
Hospital in Washington, D. C., for
treatment for chronic inflammation of
the stomach and bowols, but after live
months returned home as bad as ever.
“I continued taking medicine until
February, 1902, when reading a news
paper one day I read about Grape-Nuts
and was so Impressed I sent out lor a
package right away.
“The result is quickly told, for I
have used Grape-Nuts continually over ,
since with the best results, my healtlvi
is so I can do a fair day’s hard work,"
stomach and bowels are in good eondl- ’
tion, have gained 40 pounds in weight
and I feel like a new man altogether.
“I owe my present good health to
Garpe-Nuts beyond all doubt, for medi
cal science was exhausted.” Nnmo
given by Posturn Co., Battle Creek,
Mich.
Had he consulted any one of several
thousand physicians we know of they
would have prescribed Grape-Nuts im
mediately.
Hook In each pkg. for the famous
little book, “The Road to Well vibe.'