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" 'You have a thorough knowledge of our best thought and customs,’ said the kaiser. 'Have you ever been to Germany before?' " 'O, yes, sir,’ said the soldier. “ 'What cities have you visited? Ber lin and Hamburg?’ asked the kaiser. ’“No, sir,' said the soldier. ‘Mil waukee.’ ” Deserved the Shoes. The weary wayfarer leaned over the fence and watched the housewife doing her chores. "Ah, lady,” he said, tipping his liat, “1 used to be a professional humorist. If 1 tell you a funny story will you give me an old pair of shoes?” "Well, that depends,” responded the busy housewife; "you must remember that brevity Is the soul of wit.” "Yes, mum, I remember that, and brevity is the sole od each of me shoes, mum.” * Church Unity. Richard, aged five, was being Inter viewed In regard to his school work. "And where do you go to Sunday echool?” was next asked. "To the Episcopal,” he replied. "What have you learned there?” “'Honor thy father and thy moth er,’ ” he said. “And, do you know, I went down to the Methodist church the other day and they were teaching the some thing there!"—Llpplncott’s Magazine. THE FIRST TASTE Learned to Drink Coffee When a Baby. If parents realized the fact that cof fee contains a drug—caffeine—which is •specially harmful to children, they would doubtless hesitate before giving the babies coffee to drink. “When I was a child In my moth er's arms and first began to nibble things at the table, mother used to give me sips of coffee. Ab my parents used coffee exclusively at meals I never knew there was anything to drink but coffee and water. “And so I contracted the coffee habit early. I remember when quite young the continual use of coffee so affected my parents that they tried roasting wheat and barley, then ground It In the coffee-mill, as a sub stitute for coffee. "But It did not taste right and they went back to coffee again. That was long before Postum was ever heard of. I continued to use coffee until 1 waa 27. and when I got Into office work, I began to have nervous spells. Especially after breakfast I was so nervous I could scarcely attend to my correspondence. “At night, after having coffee for supper, I could hardly sleep, and on rising In the morning would feel weak and nervous. “A friend persuaded me to try Postum. My wife and I did not like It at first, but later when boiled good and strong It was fine. Now we would not give up Postum for the best coffee we ever tasted. “I can now get good sleep, am free from nervousness and headaches. 1 recommend Postum to all coffee drink era." Read “The Road to Wellvllle,” In pkgs. “There's a Reason.” Ever read the above letter f A ntt» one appear* from time to time. They are genuine, true* sad full of human Interest. TAVERNAY I A Tale of the Red Terror j BY BURTON E. 8TEVENSON. Author of “The Marathon Mystery,” "Tho Holladay Casa,” "A Soldier of I Virginia,” etc. { Copyrighted. 1908, by Burton EL Stevenson. *—• -------------- . - -------- 4 CHAPTER XXIV—(Continued.) “It will not be long." I whlpered. “We shall find a house. Be brave! Remember only that I love you." She answered with a pressure of her arms about my neck, and I went on with new strength, my heart singing At last, with a deep breath of thankfulness, I discerned the roof of a hovel rising above the hedge to the right. Was It occupied? There was no light at the window, nor smoke rising from the chimney, but I hast ened forward to Its door and knocked. There was no response. I tried the door and found It barred, so I knocked again, or rather hammered savagely with my fist. This time a step ap proached. "Be off,” cried a harsh voice. "No entrance here.” "Citizen," I said, as mildly as I could, “I ask your aid—you will lose nothing by opening the door.” "Be off,” he cried again. "I will not open.” "Well, then, I will kick It In,” I said, letting my wrath burst forth, "and shoot you down like the dog you , are. Choose—a gold louls If you aid me; death If you refuse!” and I gave the door a premonitory kick which made the flimsy building tremble. "Come, Is It war or peace?” “What is It. you require, citizen?” asked the voice, after a moment. In a milder tone. "Some water boiling hot and cloth for a bandage.” "And for these you will give a gold louls?” "I promise It.” "Very well, I will open the door.” "You will make a light first,” I said, and placing my burden carefully on the ground In the shadow of the hedge. I drew my pistol and assured myself that It was ready. "Como, make haBte,” I added. In a moment a light sprang up within and the door slowly opened. I crossed the threshold with a bound, to find myself face to face with as tfllllh n /111 ci (> tirrntoll ua T hn/1 oiroe /in _ countered. A great shock of yellow hair hung over a face so grimed and crusted with filth that the features were almost Indecipherable. The head hung forward and the great hands dangling below the knees Showed that the man was deformed. "Quick, Btlr up the fire,” I com manded, "and heat the water.” "And the gold louls?” he asked, eyeing my dress." I drew It forth and placed It on a rude table which stood In one cor ner. "There It Is," I said, "but It Is not yours yet." His eyes gleamed as he looked at It and he licked his lips as a dog might have done at sight of a savory bone; then he turned to the hearth, stirred the smouldering embers, threw somo pieces of wood upon them, filled an earthenware pot from another vessel which stood on the hearth, and placed It In the midst of the flames. "Your water will be ready In three winks, cltlsen,' 'he said. "Good.” and I moved before the fire a benoh which served as a chair. "Now I will bring In my companion.” "Your companion,” he repeated, looking about with a snarl. "Yes—and If you touch the goldplece, I will kill you. Sit down In yonder corner.” He backed Into the corner Indicated and sat down, staring vacantly. In an Instant I wus outside Rnd lifting my comrade tenderly in my arms, bore her back to the cottage and closed and barred the door. "Sit here, my love," I said, and placed her on the bench. "Now, let us eee the ankle.” I knelt before her and with fingers which trembled bo that I could scarcely gulde them, removed the shoe and cut away the stocking. The ankle—which Should have been so slim, so graceful —was cruelly swollen "It will be better in a moment," I said, and dipping the remnant of the stocking Into the steaming water, held It dose against the hurt. “Oh, that Is heavenly!" she murmur ed and breathed a deep sigh of relief. I bathed the ankle thoroughly, im mersing It In water almost scalding, and every Instant I Joyed to see the lines of pain In her face soften and dis appear. "And now," I said at Inst, "we will bandage It tightly and It will not pain you—only, of course, you cannot use It for some days." “For some days!” she echoed in dis may. "But we cannot stay here so long a time." "No." I agreed, "certainly not—but let us bandage the ankle." But my face fell as I glanced about *■ V, a .nam "What do you require for a ban dage?" she asked following my eyes. "A strip of clean cloth- the longer the better. But clean cloth. In a hovel like this!" She colored slightly as she looked down at me. "If you will look away for a mo ment." she said, "I thing 1 can supply the bandage." I walked over to the corner where our Involuntary host still squatted, cursing softly to himself, and stood before him. There was a sharp rip. "How 1b this, doctor?” asked a voice, and I turned to sec her holding out to me a strip of linen. "Excellent." I cried, and kneeling be fore her. I drew it tightly around the ankle. I rejoiced to see that the swell ing had already decreased considerably and I bent and kissed the little foot. "Is that a portion of the treatment?" she ashed, laughing. "A very necessary portion—don’t you feel the improvement?" "Yes,” she said, her eyes dancing, “I believe I do." "And now,” 1 added, standing up again, “we must get out of this. We are still too near that camp down yonder." "But I am such a burden!" she pro tested. "A dear, delightful burden!" and I stooped to raise her, but at that instant a violent blow sounded on the door. “Open!" cried a voice. “Open!" There was no time to temporise; be sides, I knew that to hesitate would be to double any suspicion we might awaken. “At once!” I answered. "Be brave, my love!" I whispered, and kissed her lips. As I turned away, I saw a brute in the corner spring upon the gold piece and hide it among his rags "Open." cried the voice again, and the door shook under a savage blow. 1 strode to it and flung It wide. A flanh of arms greeted my eyes, a vision of fierce faces. In an Instant a dozen men came crowding into the room, and I saw thnt they wore the uniforms of the Republic. CHAPTER XXIV. THE DRAGON'S DEN. The rush of the Intruders, sudden and overwhelming, drove me back from the door, but I managed to hold ; my place, pistol in hand, before my j love, too dazed for the moment to do aught but stare at them and curse the fortune which had brought us to this desperate pass. But I had a part to play—a part I had rehearsed more than once for Just such an emer gency as this—and I got my wits back by a supreme effort, while the newcomers still stood gaping in a semi-circle about us. "■Well, citizens,” I said, trying to achieve a smile with but indifferent success, “one would have thought you were taking a fortress by assault” "We are set to patrol this road,” explained one of them. "We saw this light and determined to And out what was going forward here.” I saw by their awkwardness and want of discipline that they were not trained soldiery but raw levies, with no very clear Idea of their duties, and my spirits rose. The affair was not not desperate as J had thought. "Quite right,” I commented, smil ing this time in earnest. “I suspect ed as much. That is why I opened so promptly, since we have nothing to conceal. There is no enemy of the republic here—only this honest old fellow, this woman arid myself. So farewell, my friends. Oblige me by using this to drink the health of the nation,” and I tossed their spokes man a stiver crown. A murmur of satisfaction ran around the group, and such is the power of self assurance that three or four of them made a motion to with draw. But their spokesman lingered. "I fear we must require some ac count of you, citizen,” he said, look ing at me apologetically, "and alSovo all of your companion, who appears to me to be an aristocrat.” "An aristocrat,” I laughed, realiz ing in a flash that in these circum stances I must take some other line mat i naa originally resoivea on. "So It seems you cannot tell maid from mistress! ohe Is so lit tle of an aristocrat that she hopes to be vlvandlere to the regiment which I Join." "Then, pardleu, you must Join ours.” cried one of the rogues, and pressed toward her. "Hev, my dear, look at us—we’re a likely set of fel lows. We'll be kind to you—we’ll do our best to make you happy;” at which his comrades laughed approv ingly, and gazed at my compan ion with meaning glances. "We are already pledged to a regi ment at Thouars, citizen.” I protest ed, pushing him back good naturedly, though there was red murder In my heart. "Her clothing Is not that of a maid,” said another staring at her. "Well, may not a maid don her mistress’ gown?” I demanded. "Espe cially when she Is leaving her for the last time?” They laughed again at that, but I saw that suspicion had been aroused —faint, Indeed, but enough to Im peril us. Any but these country louts would have seen through the He at once—that peerless creature a servant. Indeed! “What Is your business here, citi zen?” queried the first speaker, after a moment's silence during which I noted with uneasiness that none of them made any movement to retire. “We stopped here to rest,” I ex plained. "My comrade has injured her ankle. We will spend the night here, since It Is lmpossoble for her to go farther. Your regiment passes here?” "Undoubtedly, since It also goes to Thouars.” "Well, we will Join It as It passes. Perhaps you will give us breakfast, and permit my comrade to ride In one of the wagons.” "Undoubtedly, citizen,” chimed in another, with a laugh; "but we’ll not permit any such scarecrow as you to ride with her. You’d prefer a hand some soldier, wouldn’t you, my dear?” •As you will," I agreed, laughing, too, though with no small effort. "But you see how pale she Is—she suffers greatly. A good night's rest will change all that. So good night, citl bens. TUI tomorrow." Tills time they appeared reallv sat isfied and started for the door In a body. But a sudden uproar from with out stopped them. “Name of a dog!” yelled a hoarse voice. "Where are those blockheads? Ah, they shall hang for this! Desert ers! Traitors!” mere whs an uneasy movement among the men. I saw that they had reason to know and fear that voice. In another Instant a ferocious face appeared In the doorway. its eyes gleaming with rage. "What!" it cried, and I saw a sword gleam In the air and descend with no uncertain force on the heads and shoulders. “Dallying here with a light o'-love! Ik it thus you do your duty! Is It thus you serve the Nation! Hounds! Curs! I'll show you!” and he drove them forth pell-mell into the road. "And who are you, citizen?” lie demanded, wheeling upon me, when the last of them had disappeared. “I am on my way to join the army at. Thouars,” I said. "And she?” and he Jerked his thumb toward my companion. "Spoil of war," I explained with a wide smile, seeing he was too wise to swallow the other story. He turned snd stared at her for a moment. "My word, you have a pretty taste, citizen,” he said, and his eyes gleamed lasciviously. "I think I will release you, my dear, from tills dirty brute," he added to her, with a leer he no doubt thought engaging. "You’d rather have a brave fellow like myself wouldn’t you? Say, wouldn’t you?" and bo approached and tweaked her ear. "Of course you would. So It is settled." "Citizen,” I Interposed, "1 shall have a word to say to that. She be longs to me." He turned upon me a disdainful coun tenance. "Get out. you beast," lie said. "Don’t you see we wish to he relieved of you? You say you are going to Thouars. Well, the door 1? open Suppose you start now." “When 1 start my prisoner goes with me," I said He stared at me for a moment as though scarcely able to believe his ears. ’’What!" lio shouted. "You dis pute with liie! You—you scum, you insect, you toad. I tell you to get out! I advise you to get out while you are able to use your legs.” "Cab:” 1 retorted, rage mastering me. "Save your aas’s voice for; those cowards out yonder. Tin not afraid of noise." “Dog,” he yelled and sprang upon mo. But I had my pistol out—It was his life or mine—and fired straight into that savage countenance. I saw. the gaping hole the bullet left; I saw the blood spurt from It as he pitched forward at my feet. Then a score of savage hands seized me, and I thought for an Instant that I should bo torn asunder. But a mounted pa trol, summoned by the shot, cantered up, cut their way through the crowd, and Jerked me out of Its clutches. "What is all this?” demanded their officer. In two words they told him the story pointing to the body on the floor and to the girl cowering In one corner, her hands before her face. They ended by demanding that I be hanged forthwith. “Oh, he shall hang," my new cap tain assured them. "Rest content! But he may be a spy and first we’ll see what he knows. Tie his hands.” They were secured behind my back In a twinkling. "Bring the woman, too," he said, and one of them brought her forth and threw her across a horse. I saw with a sigh of relief that she had fainted. "Give me your rope, Cou thon," he added to one of his men. The rope was a strong yet slender line. Already In one end of It there was a running noose, and I shuddered as I guessed Its meaning. Ho threw the noose over my head, drew It tight about my neck and made the other end fast to a ring in his saddle. "Release him,” he commanded, with an evil laugh. "He can’t get away. Forward!” For an Instant, the thought flashed through my brain that I would end It here, that I would let myself be dragged under the hoofs of the horses. Theh, as a trooper cantered by mej berlng a limp form before him, I real-' lzed my cowardice. So long as a breath of life remained, I must fight to save her from the hideous fate which threatened her. So I ran along In the dust beside my captor in such an agony of rage and despair as I had never known. If a wish of mine could have engulfed the world in ruin, I would Instantly have uttered It. I prayed for an earthquake to swallow us, for a thun derbolt to blast us. I looked up at the clear sky and cursed It. So this was the end—for me, death by the rope— for her The lights of the camp gleamed ahead. In a moment, we passed the| sentinel and approached a tent before] which another sentry was stationed. ‘ "Announce to Citizen Goujon," said] my captor, relnn!ng In h!s horse, "that we have two traitors to be Judged." ui» sentry saiurea ana aisappearea. Into the tent. As for me, my heart, stopped at the mention of that name.I Goujon! Was he to prove my mur derer, too? And Charlotte “Enter, citizen,” said the sentryj holding back the flap of the tent. My captor threw himself from the saddle, and led me into the tent, the [•ope still about my neck. Another followed carrying Charlotte. Within the tent was a able upon which two candles gleamed. Before It sat a man examining a pile of papers. He looked up as we entered, and I shuddered as I met his eyes; for they seemed a snake's eyes, so veiled and raid and venomous they were. The face was pock-marked, clammy-grey, and the nose so Assured and swollen that it had the appearance of a sponge. He glanced from me to the burden which the trooper bore and a slow !lush crept into his cheeks. "Well?” he asked, sharply, turning i>ack to my captor. And again I had the pleasure of list ening to the highly-colored story of ny recent exploit. I was a murderer, i traitor—undoubtedly an aristocrat. [ had shot down in cold blood the of Icer who was Interrogating me. I was plainly a most desperate charac :er, and should be hanged at once be fore I had further opportunity for svil. “But Just before hanging him," my raptor concluded. "I thought it best to )ring him to you for interrogation. He nay be a spy." Goujon nodded. “You were right,” he said. “Receive ny compliments. Tie him to that pole ronder. As for the woman, place her >n my cot; we shall find means to -evlve her,” and he laughed menao ngly. “You may retire,” he added, 'but say within call.” They saluted and withdrew. Goujon waited until the flap fell oehlnd them. Then he approached me slowly, until he was quite near, and rantemplated me with those snake's syes of his—my face, my clothes, my ihoes. Then, with a little smile of en loyment, he turned awav and bent ibove the cot, his hands clasped be hind him. At last he turned to th« table, took up a candle, and held th* Hame close to her lips. It flickered oaclt and forth, and he set it down igaln with a chuckle of satisfaction. Then he came back to me and stood tor a moment gloating over me. "So, Citizen Tavernay,” he said, at last, with an infernal smile, “you did not escape, after all!" (Continued Next Week.) Scriptures in Navajo Language. The American Bible society has Just tdded to Its Interesting list of versions of the scripture in the languages of the North American Indians, a translation of the Book of Genesis and the Gospel of Mark into the language of the Navajo#, rhis is the first publication of the transla tion of the scriptures into the tongue of these people. The version has been pre pared by the Rev. Leonard P. Brink, of rohatchi, N. M., connected with the Southwest Indian conference, an interde nominational mission at work In that re gion. There are said to be 25,000 Nava jos in the United States, and there are at present Baptist, Methodist, Presbyterian, Christian Reformed. Gospel Union, and Independent missions at work among them. These scriptures will help In the education of the people and In the forma tion of a Navajo literature. The French Sardine Industry. Franco boxes sardines In 200 canning factories on the coast. Fourteen thou sand women prepare the fish as they come from tho nets, and 2,500 men are employed In canning them. The average annual production of canned sardines is 20,000 tons. The sum represents a value of between $8,000 and $10,000. About 12 pounds of tin are used on every 100 square metre# of the sheet iron from which the can# are made. How the Greeks Bake. From Wide World Magazine. A very primitive oven is used by the Greek peasants for baking bread. A lire is first lit Inside to heat the fabric; then tho embers are raked out and the dough placed within. Vhen the oven grows cool tho bread Is supposed to be baked. All the ovens are situated in the open air. and sev eral houses usually share one between them. _ _ If the earth, as a New York professor calculates, weights 7,000.000.000.000 tons how much would it weigh If the colonel should go up in a balloon?—Sprhurflald Republi can LENEVE SET FREE BY ENGLISH JURY IN MURDER TRIAL Contention Is Made That Crippen Deceived Her as He Did Others About His Wife's Death. Lodno, Oct. 27.—After a trial lasting out a few hours in the New Bailey criminal court today, a jury found Ethel Clare Leneve not guilty as an ac cessory after the fact of the murder of Cora Belle Crippen for whose death the latter’s husband. Dr. Crippen, will die on the gallows on November 8. Miss Leneve was in love with Dr. Crippen and slept in his house within 48 hours of the time the doctor mur dered his wife and buried the dismem bered parts in the cellar of his Hill Drop Crescent home. She accompanied Crippen in his flight to Canada, and with him was arrested and indicted. From the iirst she had maintained Innocence of any knowledge of the crime, but the crown alleged that her behavior subsequently to the disap pearance of Mrs. Crippen, or Belle El more. as she was known on the stage, was such as to betray a guilty knowl edge of the murder. When arraigned today Miss Leneve plead not guilty and witnesses wero introduced by the prosecutio.n to show that she had experienced periods of great mental distress following Belle Elmore’s death. The crown prosecutor, Richard Muir, introduced only such evidence as had been brought out In the earlier hearings. Crippen’s Abject Slave. Miss Leneve’s counsel, Frederick E. Smith, m. p., asked the jury to bear in mind that his client had been under the Influence of Crippen, one of the most dangerous criminals of recent years, since she was 1G years of age. This, he asserted, accounted for her flight In the doctor’s company. There was no proof that she had knowledge of the crime. Counsel said that he took upon his own shoulders the responsibility for not putting Miss Leneve in the witness box. Lord Chief Justice Alverstone, who presided. In summing up for the jury, said ho saw no reason why Dr. Crippen should have told Miss Leneve a story different from that which he told oth ers. A ,, 4 V.. ...1.^ . C tk. 1 clan’s trial, the court room was crowded with members of the legal profession, and as many others as could secure a place by right or influence. There was a difference In the audiences. If Crip pen had any well wishers they kept in the back ground, while there was a noticeable sentiment of sympathy for the girl who, for love of a man nearly twice her age, had sacrificed her rep utation, deserted home and friends and remained true to him even when their association made her liable as an ac cessory to a brutal murder. Is a Pathetic Figure. As Miss Leneve sat in the prisoner’s dock today she was a pathetic figure. She is 27 years old. of medium height, light brown lialr, gray eyes and excel lent teeth. Her face Is pretty, and she Is trim. She wears good clothes becomingly, and, naturally buoyant and affable, she Is a prepossessing woman. She was attired in the same neat blue costume which she wore at the preliminary hearing In the police court. She entered tho dock between two wardresses and remained standing dur ing the few minutes occupied by the swearing in of the jury. Statement of Prosecutor. Miss Leneve was an object of keen scrutiny on the part of the women, who composed the majority of the spec tators. In reply to the formal charge of being an accessory after the fact to the murder of Belle Elmore, the girl pleaded ‘Snot guilty” in a voice that was scarcely audible. Lord Chief Jus tice Alverstone thereupon called Rich ard D. Muir, the crown prosecutor, who outlined the case against the accused. It was clear Mr. Muir said, that the Intrigue between Crippen and Miss Leneve constituted the motive for the murder of Crlppen’s wife. He dwelt upon the evidence given by Mrs. Jack son, Miss Leneve’s landlady, at the preliminary, and which will bo Intro duced at the trial. The illness of the accused on the night of the interview with Mrs. Jackson was not, the prose cutor said, an ordinary illness, but a condition of horror, the explanation of which was the knowledge that had come to her that Crippen had murdered his wife. Inspector Dew of Scotland Yard, who arrested Crippen and Miss Leneve, the of her witnesses for the crown, were taken rapidly through the evi dence which they had given in the lower courts. No new testimony was brought out and tho prosecution closed lt» case before lunch. History of the Woman. Miss Leneve was born at Dlss, Nor folk. on June 22, 1883. the daughter of Walter Leneve, a railway agent. There was nothing unusual about her early life. She learned stenography and ob tained employment at the Drouet Insti tute, where she met Dr. Crippen, who was connectd with tli Institution in a consulting capacity. Later the institute was closed and Dr. Crippen set up for himself In tho dental business, and took Miss Leneve with him as a steno grapher and private secretary. She fell In love with her employer, and after the death of Mrs. Crippen went to live with the doctor and later told her | friends they were married. | There was a sequel to the Crippen murder ease today when the high court inflicted a flue of $1,000 on' Assistant Editor Perris for contempt of court in permitting the publication in the Con don Chronicle of a story from Quebec, asserting that Dr. Crippen had pur chased hyosein and had confessed to the murder of his wife. The court ordered that Perris be im prisoned until the fine Is paid. OMAHA MUST PAY. St. Paul. Minn., Oct. 27.—Judge W. H. Sanborn, in the circuit court today, i filed a decree ordering the city of Omaha, Neb., to pay the Omaha Water company what it demands for the plant. This award is said to be about $500,000 more than the city was willing to pay. The decree is the outcome of a long fight. Arguments were heard by the court yesterday. 444444444444-44444444444444 4 4 4 CARPET TACK FAILS AS 4 4 A CURE FOR BLINDNESS 4 4 4 4 Atlanta, Ga., Oct. 27.—Will- 4 4 iam Williams, a negro, is in 4 4 jail here today charged with 4 4 swindling on account of a pe- 4 4 cliar cure for blindness which 4 4 he devisee. His remedy con- 4 | 4 sisted in driving a carpet tack 4 ; 4 into the back portion of a blind 4 4 negro’s skull and he charged 4 4 $2.50 for the operation. 4 4 ^ ^ *4++ 444 4; SWEDISH ROYALTY FIGHTING LAWSUIT INVOLVjNG A RULER: Scandal Deals With Name of Ancestor of Present Ruling Family, and Is in the Courts. Stockholm, Oct. 27.—The appearance of a royal family In the courts as de fendants is rare enough to make a case of sensational Interest. Next Thurs day, in the law courts here, the amaz ing action will be resumed to recover $1,250,000 from the Swedish royal purse. The plalntltr Is P. A. Johans son, a member of the Landsting. He not only seeks to recover ths money but also a number of letters he says were given to the royal family by the late Anna Helga de la Brache. The allegation Is that this Anna, Helga de la Brache was a daughter or King Gustavus Adolphus IV. of Swe-. den, by a marriage subsequent to that with his queen, and the Russian court; paid the money named to the Swedish royal family on behalf of this daughter. A pension was paid to her out of thei royal purse till 1870, when It was stopped. Confliot of Testimony. The evidence, so far, has revealed a curious conflict of testimony among well known witnesses. Count von Rosen regards Miss de la Brache as sincere in tho claims she put forward during her life. He adds, “If she did deceive, It was because she herself ha