..TiriiHii I inTf uiiiu I II rnwrTMmmmn''*mmnwnr*rirmRrmMTimMmammmmrmm ITKe Crime of S’ the Boulevard CHAPTKR XtL—Continued. "I have only to remand you to your cell," salil the magistrate. "We will hunt for the other man.” Dantin, In his turn, said in an iron ical tone, “And you will do well!” M. tlinory made a sign. The guards led out their prisoner. Then looking at the chief, while Hernardet still re mained standing like a soldier near the window, the magistrate said: "Cntil there are new developments. Dantin wll say nothing. We must look for the man In the sombrero." "Necessarily!" said M. Lerlche. "The needle! The needle! And the haystack!” thought Hernardet. The chief, smiling, turned toward him "That belongs to you, Bertiar hv chance, the un known for whom he was searching? it was not at al! probable. No. when one thought of It—not at all probable. But truth is sometimes made up of improbabilities and Bernardet again experienced the same shook, the in stinctive feeling that he laid struck the trail which he felt when the young man entered the wine shop. "That hat!” murmured Bernardet, sipping his wine and stealing glances over tin- rim ol’ Ills glass at the young man. The unknown seemed to play directly In to the police officer's hand. After standing by the door a few mo ments and looking about the place ho walked over and seated himself at tile j coffin shaped table at which Bernardet | was seated, bringing himself face to | face with the officer. One of the wait ers in his mourning dress came to take Ills order, and lighted another eandle, which he placed where Its rays fell di rectly on the young man’s face. Thus Bernardet was able to study him at his case. The pale face, with Its expres slon, uneasy ar.d slightly Intense, struck Bernardet at once. That white face, with its black beard, with Its gleaming eyes, was not to be passed by with a casual glan e. The waiter placed a glass of brandy before him; he placed his elbows on the table and leaned his chin upon his hands. He was evidently not a habitue of the place nor a resident of the quarter. There was something foreign about his appearance. His glance was steady, as that of one who searches the horizon, looks at running water, contemplates the sea, asking for some “good luck,” of the unknown. “It would be strange,” thought Ber nardet, "If a simple hat and no other clew should put us upon the track of the man for whom we are searching." At once, with the Ingenuity of a master of dramatic art. the agent be gan to plot and to put into action what lawyers, pleading and turning and twisting a cause this way and that, call an effect. He waited until the manager Informed them that they were about to pass into tho cave of death and gave them all on Invitation into the adjoining hall; •’'then, profiting by the general movement, he approached the unknown, and, almost shoulder to shoulder, he walked along beside him, through a narrow, dark passage to a little room, where, on a narrow stage, stood upright an empty coffin. It was a doleful spectacle which the Cabaret- du Squelette (tin- wineshop of the skeleton) offered to its clientele of Idle loungers and morbid curiosity seekers attracted to its halls by these exhibitions. Bernardet knew it all very well, and he knew by Just what piny of lights, what common chemical Illuminations they gave to the lookers on file sinister illusion o£ the decom position of a corpse in its narrow h&me. This phantasmagoria, to which the people from the boulevard came In or der to be amused, he had seen many times in the little theaters In the fairs at Neuilly. Tho proprietor of the ca baret had explained it to him. He hail been curious and very keen about it, anil so lie followed the crowd into this little hall to look once more at the image of a man In the coffin. He knew well to what purpose he could put it. The plfl.ee was full. Men and women were standing about. The black walls made the narrow place look stilt smaller. Occasional bizarre pleasan tries were heard and nervous laughs rang out. Why Is It that, no matter how skeptical people may be, the idea, the proximity, the appearance of death give them an impression of uneasi ness, a singular sensation which is often displayed in nervous laughs or sepulchral drolleries? Bernardet had not left the side of the young man with the gray felt hat. He could see his face distinctly in tho light of the little hall, and could study it at his ease. In the shadows which lurked about them the young man's face seemed like a white spot. The of ficer's sharp eyes never left it for a moment. The manager now asked If some one would try the experiment. This was to step into the open coffin—-that box, as he said—"from which your friends, your neighbors, c(in see you dema terialize and return to nothingness.” "Come, my friends," he continued, in his Ironical tones, “this is a fine thing. It will permit your best friends to see you deliquesce. Are there any married people here'.’ It is only a question of tasting in advance the pleasures of a widowhood. Would you like to see your husband disappear, my sister? My brother, do you wish to see your wife decompose? Sacrifice yourselves, 1 beg of you. Come, come up here! Deatli awaits you!" They laughed, but here and there a laugh sounded strident or hysterical. The laugh did not ring true, but had the sound of cracked crystal. No one stirred. This parody of death affected even these hardened spectators. “Oh, well, my friends, there is a ca daver belonging to the establishment which we can use. It is a pity. You may readily understand that we do not ) take the dead for companions." As no one among the. spectators i would enter the coffin the manager, i with a gesture, ordered one of tho , supernumeraries of the cabaret to en- ! ter. From an open door the figurant | glided across the stage and entered tho coffin, standing upright. The manager wrapped him about with a shroud, leaving only the pate face of the pre tended dead man exposed above this whiteness. The man smiled. "Ho laughs, messieurs, he laughs still,” said the manager. “You will soon see him pay for that laugh. ‘Rome ] rlt et mourut,’ as Tiassuet said." Some of the audience shouted ap- j plause to this quotation from a famous j author. Bernardet did not listen. Ho was studying from a corner of his eyo his neighbor's face. The man gazed with a sort of fascination at this fan tastic performance which was taking place before him. He frowned; he bit i bis lips; his eyes were almost fero cious in expression. The figurant in the coffin continued to laugh. (Continued Next Week.) Turn About. J. Barton King, the famous Phlla- j delphia cricketer, at a dinner, described the manners and customs of the Eng- j llsh as he had observed them during his cricketing tour. "The English lodging house,” said Mr, King, "is not of much account. I have a friend, an Oxford man, who I tried lodgings, then took a fiat. In lodgings, it seems, the landlady gouges you frightfully. ' My friend told me how he once j rebuked his landlady. She came to j him with his spirit ease. “ 'Whisky all gone, sir,’ she said. : 'Shull I get you another bottle?' " ‘Yes, I wish you would,' said ha •it's your turn.'" Discreet Prophecy. "Why do you Invariably predict the coldest winter we have had In years?” ' Well," answered Professor Blather ton, "if it comes true people necessarily give me credit for great wisdom. And if it doesn't come true they are too thankful to hold any grudge." Ma says one of the advantages of a low neck dress Is that it makes back scratch ing easy. V tiie niAL'i w. The Tragedian (Just off of the road)— Yes. sir. I was called at the end of every act. The Comedian—What did they call rout TURKS BOYCOTT THE RED FEZ WHICH IS MADE IN AMERICA * '"*"**" "" "*"" " '* " 11 ii. .. - — ■ — _ ANTI - AUSTRIAN DEMONSTRATION" AT TJ-TE SULTANAS AKHMED MOSC2,UK <3/ o' "SHAZg The red fez, which ii made in America, is absolutely boycotted by the Turks, who use the white fez, which they themselves manufacture. Note the predominance of the white fez, which is rapidly replacing the red. Dynamic of Rain Making. From the London Morning Post. The desperate expedient of rain mak ing experiments has lately been put to the proof at Oamaru, in New Zea land. The method employed was that of detonating largo quantities of ex plosives on the tops of hills. As the '•rain making” took place at about the same time that a break up of the drought was Imminent, and as human nature Inclines to a belief In the “won ders” of science, it was widely reported that In some Instances the explosions had brought the rain down. Fortunate ly the whole of the experiments were carefully recorded and supervised by a trained meteorologist, who gives an unprejudiced account of them In Sy mon’s Meteorological Magazine. Rev. D. C. Bates, the observer in question, arives at the conclusion, with which no one who Impartially surveys the facts will disagree, that the explosions of guncotton, dynamite, and gunpow der, though of considerable force, had nothing to do with evoking the rain and that the energy these artificial ex pedients developed was puny in com parison with the great natural forces which were producing a cyclone over thousands of square miles when the rain fell. In some general observations on the experiments Mr. Bates remarks that the explosions had apparently no more effect on the vast expanse of air than would the striking of a match In a room. The forces arrayed against artificial changes in the atmosphere are tremendous, and almost beyond concep tion. About a thousand units of heat are needed to transform a pound of water to vapor. When vapor is re transformed Into water latent heat Is liberated to a corresponding amount. Now an inch of rain corresponds to about 65,000 tons to the square mile. The heat developed or released, there fore, under such conditions of conden sation from vapor to water would con sequently demand an equivalent in work equal to a hundred million horse power working for half an hour. The force of the mightiest explosion with all Its gas put forth Into the air is In comparison less than a drop In a buck et. Rain making, in short, like fog dispersal, demands far greater forces than any man Is yet able to direct, produce or control. -- ♦ . — . A Self-Made Monkey. The Short One—You can't make a mon key of me. The Tall One—1 can’t without Infringing on your copyright. Conundrums, Why Is a portrait like a member of congress ? Because it Is a representative. What relation is a child to Its own father when it is not its own father's son ? A daughter. Where is the smallest bridge in the world ? On your nose. What table has no legs to stand on? The multiplication table. If a tough beef steak could speak, what English poet would It mention? Chaucer (chaw, sir!). Too Much Experience. Long and tenderly she gazed into th* count’s eyes. “How deftly," she murmured, “you touched papa for that hundred.” Then a frown ruffled her beautiful brow. “You have deceived me,” she cried, her eyes flashing fire, "I am not your first love." | CAME FROM THE WEST\ ! -♦ _ ■4 4 Some of the westerners who have successfully in 4 vailed New York, and their birthplaces are: 4 Samuel I,. Clemens, author, Florida, Mo. 4 John W. Cates, capitalist, Chicago, 111. 4 Whitelaw Reid, journalist and diplomat, Xenia, O. 4 Augustus Thomas, playwright, St. Louis, Mo. 4 Janies R. Keene, stock broker, California. 4 William 11. Hearst, journalist, San Francisco, Cal. 4 William Dean Howells, author, Martin Ferry, O. 4 Henry M. Blossom, author, St. Louis, Mo. 4 James Lane Allen, author, Lexington, Ky. 4 John H. Finley, college president. Grand Ridge, 111. 4 Dr. Simon Flexner, bacteriologist, Louisville, Ky. 4 Daniel Frohman. theatrical manager, Sandusky, O. 4 Norman Hapgood, editor, Chicago, 111. 4 Margaret Iilington, actress, Bloomington, 111. 4 William Vaughn Moody, playwright, Spencer, Ind. 4 Adolph S. Ochs, publisher, Cincinnati, O. 4 Frederick B. Opper, artist, Madison Lake, O. 4 Lloyd Osborne, author, San Francisco, Cal. 4 444444444444444444444444444444444444444441 4 Richard K. Outeault, artist, Lancaster, O. 4 Maud Powell, violinist, Peru, 111. 4. Lillian Russell, opera singer, Iowa. ^ Ervin Wardman, editor. Salt Lake City, Utah. 4 David Warfleld, actor, San Francisco, Cal. 4 Ray Stannnrd Laker, journalist, Lansing, Mich. 4 Elbert Hubbard, author, Bloomington, 111. 4 Orville Wright, aviator, Dayton, O. 4 Wilbur Wright, aviator, Millville. Ind. 4 Blanche Bates, actress, Portland, Ore. 4 David Belasco, Dramatist, San Francisco, Cal. 4 Amelia Bingham, actress, Hicksville, O. 4 Heorgc McManus, comic artist, St. Louis, Mo. 4 Joint fl. Carlisle, lawyer. Campbell County, Ky, 4 Carrie ('. Catt. woman suffragist, Ripon, Wis. 4 Irving Cobb, journalist, Shawnee County, Kansas. 4. Amalia 1C. Coudert, painter, Terre Haute, Ind. 4 Paul D. Cravath. lawyer. Berlin Heights, O. 4, Homer C. Davenport, cartoonist, Silvcrton, Ore. 4 Thomas A. Edison, Inventor, Milan, O. / 4' THE REASON. Mrs. B.: “I can't keep track of my neighbors at all any more." Mr. B.: "Are they moving in and out?” Mrs. B.: "No, but my friend, Mrs. Gossip, is ill.”