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The Test of Time.
Benjamin Hapgood Burt and U. S.
Epperson of Kansas City were motor
ing in Long Island the other day and
stopped at Evan’s hotel in Douglaston.
They ordered large quantities of raw
oysters, some of which were thrown
aside by the oyster opener.
“How do you determine when an oy
ster is bad?” asked Mr. Epperson.
"You wait a short time and if you
have ptomaine poisoning the oysters
were had,” said Mr. Burt. "If you are
not ill they were good. That’s the
only safe way to tell good oysters
from bad ones.”
Good Arrangement.
A genial looking gentleman wanted
an empty bottle in which to mix a
solution, and went to a chemist’s to
purchase one. Selecting one that an
swered his purpose, he asked the
shopman how much It would cost.
^ “Well,” was the reply, “if you want
the empty bottle it will be a penny,
but if you want anything in it you can
have it for nothing.” “Weil, that’s
fair,” said the customer; “put in a
cork.”
A Realist on Hope.
William Dean Howells, discussing
realism at one of his Sunday after
noons in New York, let fall a neat
epigram on hope.
“Hope,” said the famous novelist,
“is not, really, an angel in a dia
phanous robe of white, but only the
wisp of hay held before a donkey’s
ness to make him go.”
STOPPED 8HORT
Taking Tonics, and Built Up on
Right Food.
The mistake is frequently made or
trying to build up a worn-out nervous
system on so-called tonicB—drugs.
New material from which to rebuild
wasted nerve cells is what should be
supplied, and this can be obtained
only from proper food.
“Two years ago I found myself on
the verge of a complete nervous col
p>* lapse, due to overwork and study, and
to illness In the family," writes a Wis
consin young mother.
“My friends became alarmed be
cause I grew pale and thin and could
not sleep nights. I took various tonics
prescribed by physicians, but their
effects wore off shortly after I
stopped taking them. My food did
not seem to nourish me and I gained
no flesh nor blood.
"Reading of Grape-Nuts, I de
termined to stop the tonics and see
what a change of diet.would do. I
ate Grape-Nuts four times a day,
with cream and drank milk also, went
to bed early after eating a dish of
Orape-Nuts.
"In about two weeks I was sleeping
soundly. In a short time gained 20
pounds In weight and felt like |a
different woman. My little daughter
whom I was obliged to keep out of
school last spring on account of
chronic catarrh has changed from a
thin, pale, nervous child to a rosy,
healthy girl and has gone back to
school this fall.
"Grape-Nuts and fresh air were the
only agents used to accomplish the
happy results.”
Read “The Road to Wellville,” In
f rkgs. “There’s a Reason.”
Ever read the shove letter? A new
oae appears from time to time. They
■re smolne, true, and fall of bnman
Interrat.
TAVERNAY
A Tale of the Red Terror
BY BURTON E. STEVENSON.
Author of "The Marathon Mystery,” "The Holladay Case,” "A Soldier of
Virginia,” etc.
Copyrighted, 1909, by Burton E. Stevenson.
---- ■--- -- -*
CHAPTER XXV. f
IN THE SHADOW.
"So, Citizen Tavernay.” he repeated,
dwelling on the words with a malici
ous triumph, "you.did not escape, after
all—you and yonder pretty cidevant.
God's blood, but this is a pleasant mo
ment!"
He stopped and looked into my eyes,
then burst into a roar of laughter.
“For me, I mean!" he cried, holding .
his sides. "For me—not for you. Come
—look at it from my standpoint. Be
large minded enough to look at it from j
toy standpoint. Could anything have
been more perfect, more complete, more
admirable in every way? It tempts me
almost to believe in Providence!"
I could only stand and stare at him
and wonder numbly whether he were
man or devil.
“You wonder how I know you?” he
continued. “True, I have never before j
had the supreme pleasure of meeting ;
you thus, face to face, and of con
versing pleasantly with you as I am
now doing; but I know you perfectly,
nevertheless. The nation has a sharp
eye for its enemies, and it never sleeps.
That eye has been upon you from the
moment of your flight.”
But I had shaken off my stupor and
got something of my boldness back.
"Nonsense!” I said, contemptuously.
"I am not fleeing. I am on my way to
Join the forces at Thouars. You mis
take me for someone else.”
He looked at me and nodded, while
his smile grew and broadened.
"Not bad,” he commended. "But it
is useless for you to lie. Even if you
were not T -may, your fate is none
the less assured. I can well under
stand your reluctance to part with
life,” and he cast a leering glance
toward the still form on the cot. "You
must have found life very pleasant re
cently. But do not despond. You are
leaving your mistress in tender hands.
She will not want for affection!”
“What is the charge against me?”
I demanded, controlling as well as I
could the wrath which devoured me.
“The charge?” he repeated neg
ligently, “Oh, I do not know—there
are a dozen charges. I have not yet
determined which I shall use. But
what does it matter. Between our
selves, I will tell you, citizen, that I
have decided upon your death be
cause you are in the way,” and again
his eyes wandered to that still figure.
“You would, then,” I said, real
izing that I must keep my calmness,
"murder a patriot in order to be more
free to wrong a woman?"
“A patriot,” he sneered. “Perhaps
not—but I would murder an aristocrat
for far less cause than that.”
“I am not an aristocrat,” I protested
desperately.
“So you persist in that farce?" he
queried coldly. "Really, you grow
wearisome. Perhaps you will explain,
then, how you happen to be wearing
the cldthing of that traitor, Pasde
loup?”
My tongue refused to answer and
he laughed again as he noted my
confusion.
"I recognize it, every stitch,” he
went on evenly," "every stitch except
the shoes. And I even think I can
guess where you got those! Mere
than that, I can have you identified
In a moment. Perhaps you remem
ber Sergeant Dubosq, whom you en
countered on the road from Tours?
I am sure that he will recall you
readily, even in this guise, for he has
an excellent memory. Shall I sum
mon him?”
I saw that it was useless to per
sist.
"No,” I answered, “don’t disturb the
sergeant.”
“You admit, then, that your are
Tavernay?”
“Yes,” I answered boldly ,“why
not? I have committed no crime-”
"You have opposed the nation.”
“In what way? By trying to es
cape?”
"You have abetted the nation’s
enemies.”
"By accepting their hospitality?
Come this is childish?”
"You have murdered two patriots,”
he went on inexorably.
"Two?” I repeated with a start.
"One you stabbed last night."
"It was his life or mine.”
"The other you shot a few mo
ments ago.”
"To defend a woman’s honor.”
A sudden light blazed in his eyes.
"You pretend it still exists?" be
sneered.
I gave him a look, which, had looks
that power, would have scorched and
shrivelled him where he stood. But
Instead of shrinking he came very
close to me and stared into my
eyes, a fiendish grin upon his lips.
“Really, Citizen Tavernay,” he said
at last, “it would appear from your
countenance that this surprising thing
is true, and yet I can scarcely believe
It! Have you taken a vow? Are you
•—but no matter! I thank you, my
friend, for your forbearance. A ap
—,, ,1 irAnt* wlftnro tirVifz-.V. <o .enIKr nnl
que, even In this age of virtue. Never
theless, you must agree with me that
your death Is more than ever neces
sary. Indeed, I find you already one
too many I" and he glanced toward the
cot with a meaning unmistakable.
"What a brute!" I murmured, con
tempt mastering every other emotion.
"What a brute! This is your whole
life, then! You think of nothing but
vileness! I might have guessed as
much by looking at you! But one victim
has already escaped you-’’
"Yes,” he broke In, his face sud
denly contorted with rage; “If I knew
the wretch who fired that shot, he
•would have been In hell long ere this!"
"She died In her husband’s arms,”
I continued, seeing how the words
stung him, "happy, his lips on hers.
Of you, she had never so much as
&eard the name; during her whole
fe, not once did she so much as
think of you. For her you have never
existed—never will exist 1 She has
•scaped you!”
"Go on!" he said hoarsely, licking
his lips with a purple tongue. “Body
of Ged, go on I"
Hit face was convulsed with an
guish, great drops of sweat stood out
across his forehead, he was quiver
ing under the blows I dealt him, and
yet he seemed to get a kind of fear
ful pleasure from them. And In that
Instant I saw how he .had been con
sumed by a hopeless passion; how he
had beaten himself against a lofty
wall which he could never hope to
scale; how he was at this moment
eating his heart out—and I might
have found it In my soul to pity him.
If I had not so loathed and hated
him for the evil it was still In his
power to do.
"Go on I” he repeated savagely.
"What moref^
"Nothing moreX’ I answered, "except
that your second victim will escape you
even as the other. \ God protects His j
angels!" ' . I
"Pah, he yelled, his wrath bursting
forth like a whirlwind. "I will show
you how He protects them!" and he
sprang toward the cot like a wild
beast.
A blind fury seized me—a fury
maddening, uncontrollable. I saw red
—literally and actually, I saw red, as
though the world had been suddenly
drenched with blood. I strained at the
cords about my wrists until it cut deep
into the flesh; I hurled myself toward
him, only to bo jerked back cruelly by
the noose about my neck. I cursed him
till I could curse no longer; I offered
my soul’s hope to eternity for a single
moment’s freedom.
Then, suddenly, I realized my impo
tence; a great calm fell upon me. I
stopped and looked at him. He had
left the cot and came back to me,
bringing a candle with him in order to
see more clearly, and he stood there
regarding me with the air of a con
noisseur.
“Well, citizen,” he asked, with a dia
bolical smile, "have you finished? If
you care to begin again, pray do so, for
it is very amusing. If not, I fear I
shall have to bid you adieu.”
A long sigh from the cot Interrupted
him; he turned with a start, holding
the candle above his head. In an in
stant I saw my chance; I drew up my
leg and kicked him savagely, with all
my strength, full in the belly.
He went back and down with one
terrible yell and lay writhing upon the
floor. Again I tore wildly at my bonds,
but the flap of the tent was dashed
aside and the guard rushed in.
Goujon sat upright, with an effort,
swaying from side to side.
"String him up!” he yelled, his lips
white with froth like a mad dog's.
“Hang him! Out with him this in
stant! An aristocrat and a traitor!”
The words rose to a scream of agony.
"Oh, he has killed me!” he groaned, and
fell forward upon his face.
"God grant it!” I murmured “Oh,
God grant it!”
Already their hands were upon me,
dragging me away.
"Tavernay!” screamed a voice. "Tav
ernay! Oh, my love!” and I turned my
head to see Charlotte starting from the
cot, her hands outstretched.
For an instant I shook them off; then
they closed about me and hurled me
from the tent. I fancied that death
was upon me then and there, so merci
less were the blows they dealt me. By
some miracle I managed to keep my
feet, and suddenly a gigantic figure
drove itself through the crowd like a
catapult.
"Murderers!” he shrieked. “Assas
sins!” and I heard the blows which
sent them to right and left. "What!"
he continued, taking his stand before
me. “You would kill a defenseless
man—20 against one? What sort of
cowards are you?”
“He is an aristocrat,” broke in the
man who held my halter. "Citizen
Goujon has ordered that he be
hanged.”
"Hang him and welcome,” rejoined
the newcomer. “But don't let me catch
you worrying him like dogs. Now off
with you!”
The voice sounded strangely familiar
in my ears, and when I had shaken the
blood from my eyes, I saw that my
rescuer was Dubosq.
“Many thanks, my friend,” I said, and
he started around, astonished. "It
seems you do not know me,” I added,
as he stared his bewilderment, "and
yet it was only two days ago that we
met on the road from Tours.”
He seized a torch from the hand of a
bystander and flashed it into my face.
“My word, citizen!” he cried. "Small
wonder! You looked like a bride
groom, then—and now—. What have
you been doing with yourself?"
“I have been trying to escape being
murdered,” I rejoined. "And it seems
that I am not going to escape after all.”
"Oh, yes, you will,” he corrected,
"you shall not be murdered, I will see
to that—only prettily executed.”
“There is a difference, then?" I
questioned, with irony.
“All the difference in the world,” he
answered with conviction. “The one is
irregular and is apt to be bungled; it
is done without authority and without
method, and is often needlessly pro
longed. The other is carefully planned
and quickly carried out; all unpleas
antness is avoided-”
“Oh, is it!” I broke in, with a little
laugh. “I am glad to know that!”
“Citizen, you surprise me!” protested
Dubosq, and I saw that he was in earn
est. ”1 thought you more of a philoso
pher. Since this is the end, why worry
about it?”
“I will try not to,” I said, “but at 21
the end comes rather early.”
“True,” he agreed, and gazed at me
contemplatively: "I had forgot that
you were so young.”
“At any rate, I thank you for your
interest," I said.
"Perhaps it is misplaced,” and he
looked at me, frowning heavily. "So
you were an accomplice of the ci-de
vant Favras, after all. You lied very
prettily that morning, citizen—and I
would have sworn that you were fresh
from the nursery! That's one on old
Dubosq!”
xv iu mv *v»oi, x ptuiroicu. X
did not lie—I had never seen Favras
before. He took my horse by force,
as I related to you; but I found him
awaiting me at the next town. He
restored my horse to me and Insisted
that I spend the night at his chat
eau.”
"Faith, citizen,” said Dubosq, with
a laugh, “you’d better have lost your
horse and spent the night under a
hedge. As It Is, you lose your life,
and enter the eternal night.”
"Yes; there’s no help for that, I
sunnose?”
ordered
"He did order It,” broke In one of
my persecutors, who had listened to
all this with Ill-concealed Impatience,
’’and at once.”
"Very well, comrade.” said Dubosq;
"come along, then. But he didn't or
der you to torture this fellow, and,
Krdleu, I’ll see that you don’t. If you
ve any message, Citizen-I’ve for
gotten your name.”
“Tavernay/’ I prompted.
"Oh, yes; I remember. Well, If you
have any messages. Citizen Tavernay,
I’ll be glad to take charge of them. It's
the only kindness I can do you, I’m
afraid.”
“Thanks, my friend,” I answered,
tears In my eyes at this unexpected
favor. "If you could convey news of
my death to-my mother at Beaufort—”
"Consider It done," he broke In.
"Anything else?"
"Citizen," I said, lowering my voice,
"for myself I do not greatly eare. But
I had a companion—a pure and beau
tiful woman. If you can save her from
death or worse, you will be doing a
noble action.”
Dubosq pulled his great mustaches
thoughtfully.
"I* she an aristocrat?” he asked at
last.
"Not at nil,” 1 hastened to assure
him. "She was merely a guest at the
chateau like myself.”
“I will see what can be done,” he
promised; "but it will be no easy task.”
“I know It, my friend. Therefore I
ask It of you.”
"COme, Citizen Tavernay," he said,
raising his head suddenly, “I can pledge
you ono thing.”
"And that?”
"That she has nothing worse to fear
than death.”
"God bliss you!" I said, with trem
bling lips. “God bless you! Now I can
die in peace.”
"Do you know, citizen,” said Du
bosq, in a voice almost tender, "I re
gret more and mere that you did not
accept my invitation to Join us that
morning, for. by my soul, you are a
gallant fellow!”
IVe had reached a small oak which
grew upon the hillside, and one en#
of the line was thrown over a lower
branch.
"<&ie minute to shrive yourself, cit
izen,” sailed In a rude voice.
I looked out over the hillside. Th«
moon was sailing high In the heavens,
and I noticed that the flocks of sheep
was moving down toward us. Just
above us was the line of sentinels, and
the fires of the camp gleamed along
the road helow. I could see the soldiers
crowded about them, for the night was
chill; could hear their Jests and laugh
ter. The tragedy which was enacting
hfera on the hillside, and which meant
so much time, concerned them not at
all. They would go their way, the
world would wag along, only I would
no longer be a part of It. My mother—
this would be her death, too—the death
of all her hopes, all her ambitions. She
would have nothing more to live for.
I wondered what she was doing at this
moment—did some message of the
spirit warn her that her only son was
In deadly peril? Another woinqin
would miss me—but aside from that,
my disappearance would be scarce
noted. It would create not even a rip
ple on the great ocean of the world.
My life would count for nothing.
I thought of all this, ar.d more, which
I can not set down here—and com
mended my soul to God. So this was
the endl How little I had foreseen It
when I had ridden so bravely out from
Beaufort! How deeply I had lived In
those three days! They seemed to
count more than all the rest of my
life
irie urne is up, citizen: caueu tno
same rude voice.
Dubosq was at my side.
“Courage!" he whispered. “It is
soOn over!"
“Adieu, my friend,” I said. "Remem
ber your promise.”
“I do remember it. Trust me.”
I raised by head. At least I would
die worthily.
“Dong live the king!” I shouted.
“Death to the Na-"
There came a sharp pain at my
throat
Then, as though I had uttered a
signal, a hundred muskets crashed
from the hedge at our right; the
rope relaxed; I opened my eyes to see
with astonishment the sheep rising
on two legs and charging down upon
us. The night was filled with shrill
cries, with hideous yells. In the
camp, a drum was beating, and I could
see the Blues running to arm them
selves, dashing hither and thither in
panic, their officers striving to bring
order to the frenzied mob. But the
savage blood was upon us
"At least, aristocrat, you shall not
escape!” hissed a voice in my ear, and
the world reeled and turned black be
fore me as a great blow fell upon my
head.
CHAPTER XXVL
"COURAGE.”
For a time I thought I was again it
that raftered chamber at Beaufort
which had been mine for so many
years; then I recognized uneasily that
this was not the bed to which I was
accustomed, nor were these dark and
grimy walls the ones at which I had
been wont to stare while building my
castles in Spain.
Then, in a flash, I remember—
escape flight, capture, rescue—and I
started to spring from the bed, but
fell back again with a cry of pain.
For an instant, my head seemed split
ting open, and I closed my eyes
dizzily.
“Gently, monsieur, gently," said a
voice, and I opened my eye to see a
kindly woman's face bending over me.
“You must iie still," she added, and
placed a cool hand upon my fore
head. “Y"ou must go to sleep."
"But where am I?" I asked.
"Y'ou are with friends.”
“And Mademoiselle de Chambray?"
"She also is safe.”
I closed my eyes with a deep sigh
of thankfulness. Safe, safe, safe—I
repeated the word to' myself again and
again. Safe! Surely Providence had
watched over us! Safe—
(Continued Next Week.)
Where Are We Going?
One of the most difficult questions
that astronomers have to solve is the
direction and velocity of the flight of
the solar system through space. We or
dinarily speak of the world going round
the sun a3 if that revolution was per
formed year after year in the same
path, the sun standing still while the
earth moves. But, as a matter of fact,
| the sun moves as well as the earth.
Our planet goes round the sun from
east to west, but at the some time, the
sun moves from south to north. The
earth, therefore, is really traveling, not
in a beaten circle, but in a spiral line,
which is gradually carrying it toward
certain stars in the northern sky. And,
of course, all the other planets also
travel in spirals, going at the same
timo rnnnrl nnrl rmind tho min nnrl nHfVi
the sun toward the north
The simplest proof that this motion
of the solar system really exists Is the
fact that In that part of the sky to
ward which we are going the stars are
observed to be slowly moving apart,
while In the opposite part of the heav
ens they are drawing together.
But now comes the difficulty. On ac
count of the Immense distance of the
stars, the apparent motions exhibited
by them as a result of our varying dis
tance from them are exceedingly slight;
far too slight to be detected without the
aid of the most delicate Instruments,
applied with an accuracy and precis
ion that only great skill and long prac
tice can give. I
Then too, each star has an actual
motion of Its own—one in one direction
and another In another—for, like our
sun, they are all Journeying through
space, without by any means "keeping
step.” The observer must, consequent
ly, In the first place measure motions
that are almost beyond the reach of
measurement, and In the second place
distinguish the real movements of the
individual stars from their apparent
movements due to the actual motion of
the earth.
Yet. difficult as this task Is, It has
been attempted over and over again,
and astronomers are still engaged on it.
There are two things that they wish
particularly to learn: (1) In exactry
what direction we are thus Journeying
through space, and (2) Just how fast
we are going. The latest results Indi
cate that the point toward which we
are moving ilea In the eastern part of
the constellation Hercules, not far from
the very brilliant star Vega. It is
thought that the entire solar system
Is moving through space at the rate of
12 miles a second, but estimates as to
this vary.
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chase another pair, you will be more than pleased liecause MJLqDouoioM
the last ones wore so well, and gave yon so much comfort. ** / .Slue Co.
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W# 1*. DOUttLAS, 115 Hvurk Mu eel. Itrockua, JHaia
I Household Lubricant
THE ALL-AROUND OIL
IN THE HANDY, EVER-READY TIN OILER \
Is specially selected for any need In the
home. Saves tools from rusting. Can can
not break. Does not gum or become rancid.
MANUFACTURED BY FOR SALE BY
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Healers Evenfwnrc_(ineon,or.t^i) _(inoorpor.t«i)_
REMARKABLE NOVELTY
DYNAMOHIL, miniature power transmitting
machine. Dynamo of exactly correct shape, with
turning crank; finest, most precise make; lndestruo
tlble mechanism, great power developed, massive
monochrora casing In massive wood base, machine
and gearwheel capable of driving 6 model machines,
complete with full description only 91.00.
FltlFDR. W. LUTZ, Richmond, Virginia
THE OLD KENTUCK RANCH !»„,«“!£
Healthiest spot on earth. Fine soil. Ample«ralnfall.
Best diversified fanning and fruit land In Texas. Ten
acre cultivated farm for *260. *10 cash, *5 monthly.
No Interest. No taxes. For full Information address
HARK* HfliS, Oiraer, 601 Xavarro St, Baa AutoaJo, Texas
Dll CO FISTULA, Pay when Cured.
W*|l W* ^ All Rectal Diseases cured with
" out a surgical operation and
guaranteed to laefc a lifetime. No chloroform
or general anaesthetics ueed. Examination free.
DR. E. R. TARRY. 223 Bee Building. Omaha. Neb.
INDIAN LANDS
Send 50c for booklet, with map of Murray
County, Oklahoma, giving full particulars
concerning Indian lands and titles to same.
O. <i. McADAMS A CO., SULPHUR, OK LA.
sore eyes, use i Thompson's Eyo Water
SIOUX CITY PTG. CO., NO. 46-1910.
Suicide—
Slow death and awful suffering
follows neglect of bowels. Con*
stipation kills more people than
consumption. It needs a cure
and there is one medicine in
all the world that cures it—
CASCARETS. ^
Cascarets—10c. bo* — week's treat
ment. All druetrlsts. Bletrest aeller
In the world—million boxes a month.
ROOSEVELTS
GREAT BOOK AriiltfAn
GAME TRAILS”
an Ideal Christinas gift, must b*
brought by some one in every
locality to his neighbors. I'M
man who applies quickly will
have monopoly of flelii and 4
high commission. Write fof
\prospectus to
CHARLKA SCRIBHIR’S SUSS
I iS K.S. ; fifth At., MewTsrkOtr
FREE P14IIDM niakes butter*minutes. Abso*
rriLL ununil guarantee. 1 to lUgal. cap.
—“— -Only one free in your tow ns hi 4.
Be first Mason Mf g. Co., Dept. Z, Canton, <K
pREKF ' Harness 1
IIA nil TOO soft as a glove
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