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|k TRIED REMEDY 3, FOR THE GRIP. Ir* Oxrrr^ SUBTLE HUMOR. JEW SCORED ON ARISTOCRAT Ill-Bred Remark Brought Discomfiture on Duke of Westminster and His Companion. A friend of mine who is In Cairo Just now told me a good story In a recent letter of an old Jew of that city who scored off tho young duke of Westminster and his Inseparable com panion, Lord Rlcksavage, when they were there a few weeks ago. They were buying some Jewelry In the ba ser there, and the duke remarked aud ibly to his friend: "The fool doesn’t speak English of ieourse.’’ But the fool understood well (enough. i "Do you splk Italian?” he asked them, to which they replied In the negative. “Do you splk Grlk?” "No.” "Do you splk Turk?" "No.” “Do you splk Russian?” "No.” "Me one time fool,” said the old man after a short but eloquent pause: "you five times fool!” And the duke and his friend retired discomfited.— Exchange. Astonished Husband. De Wolfe Hopper tells a good story about the domestic unhappiness of an other actor. The hero of the Joke was a man who had married because the jwomnn had much money, although no pteauty. Naturally, after the wedding ceremony and tho acquisition of the bride’s financial resources, the hus band was never very attentive to her. Another member of the company in which the couple were appearing was, however, far more appreciative of the lady’s charms, and proceeded to make love to her In an ardent but stealthy manner. The grand finale came one evening when the actor discovered the other mun kissing his wife. The fond lover stood petrified with fear, and expected to be shot down tho next moment. No such thing happened. The out raged husband only lifted his hands toward the celling with a gesture of Intense surprise, and exclaimed: "Merciful heavens! And ho didn’t even have to!” Clever Youth. “Do you kuow," he said, ‘‘that every time I look at you 1 have thoughts of revenge?" “Why?" she gasped. “Because," ho answered, "revenge is sweet.” Then she told him she thought to morrow would bo a good time to see papa. In every action, reflect upon the end. and in your undertaking it con sider why you do it.—Jeremy Taylor. HARD TO DROP But Many Drop It A young Calif, wife talks about coffee: "It was hard to drop Mocha and Java and give Postum a trial, but my nerves were so shattered that I was a nervous wreck and of course that means all kinds of ills. “At first I thought bicycle riding caused It and I gave it up, but my con dition remained unchanged. I did not want to acknowledge coffee caused the trouble for 1 was very fond of It. "About that time a friend came to live with us, and I noticed that after he had been with us a week he would not drink his coffee any more. I asked him the reason, lie replied, ‘I have not had a headache since I left off drinking coffee, some months ago, till last week, when I began again, here at your table. I don't see how anyone can like coffee, anyway, after drink ing Postum’! “I said nothing, but at once ordered a packago of Postum. That was five months ago, and we have drank no coffee since, except on two occasions when wo had company, and the result each time was that my husband could not sleep, but lay awake and tossed and talked half the night. We were convinced that coffee caused his suf fering, so we returned to Postum, con vinced that the coffee was an enemy, Instead of a friend, and he Is troubled no more by insomnia, “I, myself, have gained 8 poundB in weight, and my nerves have ceased tc quiver. It seems so easy now to quil the .old coffee that caused our aches and ills and take up Postum." Nairn given by Postum Co., Battle Creek Mich. Read the little book, "The Road ti Wellvllle,” In pkgs. "There’s a reason.’ Ever re«tJ 15ie hIiovc IHtfit A kt occ ni»|M*t:r* from time lo time. IV: ■re iretnifae, tree, and fall of fewai« I» Jeer in. f [atodds with THE REGENT I urton Egbert 11 Copyri*tat br -1. B. Uppiaoott Company Stevenson > CHAPTER XVIII—(Continued.) "Trust mo for that,” answered Car touche, quietly. "I can muster 100 such if necessary. But why is M. de Riche lieu imprisoned, monsieur?” "Simply because the regent wishes It,” I said. "Richelieu has done noth ing.” "Ah!" and Cartouche remained for a moment thoughtful. "Well, mon sieur,” he said, at last, in a tone full of significance, "I do not believe we shall need to have recourse to a rescue of that character. The matter will soon adjust itself." "Adjust itself? But how?” I ques tioned, in amazement. "No matter," and Cartouche laughed, a short dry laugh. "Only, monsieur, should a rescue become necessary, you may count upon me.” "Very well,” I said. “I shall see you again, then, if there is need,” and I turned my horse back in tho direction from which I had come. "Walt a moment, monsieur,” he called, with a good humored chuckle, coming out of the house and putting up his pistol. "Tou are already on the road to Versailles. It is one of the principles of our business never to tell the truth if It can be avoided. Con tinue straight ahead and you will reach St. Cloud. Ten leagues farther is Ver sailles.” I turned my horse about with a Jerk. "Does the road run through a wood near here?” I osked, as I took a new hold on tho brldlo. "Not half a league farther on, mon slour," he answered, in a surprised voice, and I was off before he could say more. As I glanced back over my shoulder I saw him standing there still staring after me, and then, as though struck by a sudden idea, turn and vanish within tho cabin. I had need of haste, for 11 o’clock could not be far distant. But the horse Madame du Maine had provided was a good one, and I laughed as I pictured to myself how she must be tearing her hair at the thought that it was she who had given me the means of saving the re gent. The moon had risen clear of the trees while I was parleying with Car touche and flooded the country with noonday brightness. Fearing no pit falls in this wide and level road, I spured onward, peering ahead for the wood of which Cartouche had spoken, but of which I could see no sign. Once I thought I hoard the beat of horses’ hoofs behind me, but when I turned in my saddle I saw no one, and con cluded that they were merely the echo of my own. The minutes passed, and finally, to my great relief, away before me I saw that the white road seemed to disappear In the darkness, as though cut off at the entrance to a tunnel. This, then, was the wood, and with new ardor, for I had begun to fear that Cartouche had misled me, I galloped towards it. The road flew past un der my horse like some gigantic rib bon, and in a moment I was in tho shadow of the trees. Here l paused. 1 did not know how far the wood extended, nor did I know at what point the ambush had been prepared. The only thing to be done, evidently, was to ride to the other sldo and stop the regent and Ills' party before they entered It. I proceeded cautiously, the dust dead ening the hoofbeats of my horse, for 1 dlil not know at what moment I myself might be greeted by a volley from the roadside. At last, far down the av enue ahead, I saw the road opening out Into the plain, and at the same moment I again heard the sound of swiftly galloping horses In my rear. This time there was no mistaking the sound, anil as I turned, I saw a troop of three or four men Just entering the wood. As I looked at them the mys terious words of Cartouche Hashed Into my head. Could It be that It was to him the duchess had confided the task of assassinating the regent, and that he had not suspected my purpose until too late to stop me? The thought made me drive the spurs once more Into the flanke of my horse, and as I did so, I heard again that clear, sharp whistle which Cartouche had used once before to summon his men to attack me. Al most before the sound had died away under the trees there came a flash of Are from the roadside, a ringing report, and my horse stumbled and nearly fell, then continued slowly onward, limping badly. 1 heard the horses of my pur suers rapidly drawing nearer, and even at that moment I saw ahead of me down the road another little troop approach ing from the direction of Versalles, and knew It was the regent and three or four companions. Would I be on time? Would my horse carry me out of the forest? The troop behind mo was dan gerously close. “Stop, monsieur,” cried a voice which I knew to be that of Cartouche. “Stop or we flro!" Without answering, I threw myself forward upon my horse's neck and again drove In the spurs. I could hear the poor brute's breath coming in gasps, and from the trembling of his body I knew he was almost done. But It was no time to spare him, and the white road gleaming in the moonlight Just ahead was so near—so near. Again Cartouche cried out for me to halt, and again I did not answer. I glanced ahead and saw that the regent’s party had apparently heard the tramp of our horses, for they had stopped to listen. In an Instant I had seized a pistol from the holster and fired It In the air. They would hear the report and at least bo prepared to face the danger which threatened thorn. As my shot rang out through the still night air I heard a savage oath behind me. There tame a crash of pistols and a great blow seemed to strike me In the head. I reeled In the saddle, caught myself as I was falling, and held on. The earth seemed whirl ing under me. strange lights danced before my eyes. I shook them from me with clenched teeth; I was out in the moonlight; my horse still staggered on. And then, as In a dream, I saw the re gent, sitting 6n his horse calmly In the middle of the road. “Save yourself, monsieur!" I cried. Save yourself! They would kill you!’1 I felt the horse slipping from under me, the sky grew black, something In my head seemed to burst, and I knew no more. CHAPTER XIX. DANCENIS TELLS THE STORY. I lay for some time without stirring, looking fllcedly at the window In front of me apd wondering in a vague way what had happened. I could see the sun shining brightly on some shrubbeyy outside the window. The view woe stopped by a wall, and ti dull and mon* otonoue roar, which I recognized a* be 1 longing to the city, wits In my ears. 1 perceived I was In bed. A whilst nar j row bed. I turned my head slowly an<5 . gazed about the room, ft wae smal and plainly furnished, but seemed clear ’ and comfortable. The thought forcec , tte way Into my mfhd that t had nerei before been In this room. How, then, did I get there? I closed my eyes again, and for a long time my brain refused to grapple with the problem. It seemed as though coming back from a country full of mist, and clouds of the mist still clung to It. Finally, with supreme effort of will, I opened my eyes again and again looked through the window and about the room. This time I could think more clearly. No, I had never been here before, and the question re peated Itself, How, then, did I get here? And still I could get no farther than the question. I heard a door open, and some one tiptoed to the bedside. I found myself looking up Into a sweet, colorless face. It was surrounded by a black wimple, and I remembered dimly that I had seen nuns wearing such. The eyes looked down for a moment into mine and were then withdrawn. As I still lay staring at the celling, an other face appeared before me. It was the face of a man whom I did not know. Or, wait a moment, I had seen It before somewhere, but my brain seemed to recoil at the effort at recol lection. “He Is doing nicely," I heard a voice say. “He will soon be quite well. The danger was that he would never regain consciousness.” Again the face was withdrawn, and I felt an arm under my head lifting me up. A cup was pressed to my Ups. “Drink," said a voice, the man’s voice, "It will do you good.” I drank obediently, almost mechanic ally. Then I was lowered again, and the arm was removed. A great heavi ness oppressed my eyelids. I did not struggle against It, but yielded to It gladly and drifted away Into the land of mist. When I opened my eyes again the sun was still shining without the win dow; nothing In the room was changed. But my head seemed quite clear and I could think without weariness. What was this room In which I found myself? I looked around and examined It at tentively. A small room, 12 feet square, perhaps, the bed, two chairs, a small table, and a stove In one cor ner tho only furniture. There were a number of bottles and glasses on the table. I raised my hand to my head, surprised at the effort It cost me, and was astonished to find a bandage about my forehead. What had hap pended? Had I been Injured? And In a flash It all came back to me —the arrest, the ride through the night, the encounter with Cartouche, the flash of pistols and then darkness. I must have been wounded In the head. But the regent—was he safe? Riche lieu—where was he? A thousand questions surged Into my brain at once. I raised myself upon my elbow and cried aloud. The door opened In a moment, and a woman entered, the same woman whose face I had already seen bending over me. “Monsieur Is awake, then," she said, smiling at me kindly, but forcing me gently back upon my pillow. “Mon sieur Is better. “Yes, yes, I am better,” I answered. “But what has happened? Where am I? The regent, Richelieu, Madame du Maine—” »ne laid ner nana upon my ups. “Have patience,” she said. “I will call the doctor." Sho left the room while I still lay overwhelmed by my thoughts. She was soon back, and with her the man who had accompanied her once before, and this time I recognized him as Levau, the surgeon who had bound up my shoulder at the Cafe Procope. "Geod morning, M. de Brancas,” he cried, In a jovial voice, as he came to my bedside. ”1 see you are doing famously and will soon be on your feet again. How do you feel?” "I feel no pain,” I answered, ” but am very weak." "No pain In the head, eh? Well, that Is good. Come, now, let me see the wound,” and he untied the bandage from about my temples, held up my head and apparently examined a wound at the back. “Upon my word," he said, after a moment, replacing the bandage, "I have never seen anything prettier. Ah, monsieur, it Is pure blood that tells, and you are an Ideal patient. Why, that stab you received In the shoulder the other day has left noth ing but a scar, and In a week from now this little scratch will have ceased to trouble you.” “But what Is It?” I asked, scarcely able to restrain my Impatience while this examination was In progress. “1 was shot, I know that; but how did I get here, and where am I and what has been done with my friends. "One question at a time, M. de Bran cas," and Levau stood smiling down at me. “You were brought back to Paris from the place on the roadside where the bullet which struck you In the head luld you. This Is the Hotel Dleu, and you have to thank the nursing of Sis ter Angelica here that you are alive to day. The bullet did not enter the skull, but simply stunned you—a glance blow. It looked for a time, however, os though you were never going to open your eyes ngpln. You had also a bullet In your shoulders, but that was a mere nothing." "How long have I been here, then?” I asked. "Six days, monsieur,” and Levau still smiled. "Six days!” I gasped. “But tell me, monsieur, what has become of Rlche lleu.of Madame du Maine, and of all the others.” “Now there, M. de Brancas, you are getting beyond me,” and Levau waved UlB hands depreeatlngly. "I do not meddlo with politics. When you ask me concerning your injury I have my answers ready on my lips, but when you go Into politics I am all At sea. Hut wait a moment," he added, kindly; i “I think I can bring you some one who i has Inquired after you every day and , who can answer all these questions,” and ho left the room. In a moment i he returned, bringing with him a man, who rushed toward my bed, his face alight with pleasure. 1 “D’Ancenls!” I cried. . “Yes, de Brancas, It Is I,” and the , marquis took my hand with the heart , test of claps. ”1 cannot tell how pleased I am to hear that you will aoon be well again. I had Just come to Inquire after you when Levau was summoned by the nurse, Rnd I was Imagining the moat horrible things when he returned with [ the news that you are so much bet , ter.” , "Thank y<?U. monsieur,” I answered, , more moved than I cared to show by s his evident concern. "But tell me . where are my friends?" D’Anoenls glanced questionlngly al I I,evnu. The latter nodded encouragingly. 1 "Tell him, monsieur,” he said “P 1 will do him no harm to talk, uivt wor , ry might retard his recovery, althougt j the effects of the Injury' are atihosi r passed. You will excuse pie, gentle men," and, followed by the nurse, ho left the room. "Very well, then,” said d'Ancenls, drawing a chair to the bedside and ngain taking my hand. "Proceed with your questions, de Brancas.” “First,” I said, after a moment's pause to enable me to marshal my thoughts In some kind of order, “is the regent safe?” "Quite safe," and d'Ancenls smiled more than ever. "That night ride of yours, my friend, did not deserve to be otherwise than successful. I have heard tho regent tell the story a dozen times. He and his party heard first the rapid beat of horses' hoofs. They paused to listen, when from the wood in front of them came a rider, clinging to his horse’s neck and fired a pistol into the air. There was a volley of shots behind him and he was seen to reel and almost fall. He caught himself by a supremo effort, clung to the sad dle until 10 paces from the regent, cried to him to save himself, and dropped senseless from his horse and rolled to the side of the road. It was over in a moment, the scoundrels who had shot him remaining concealed in the shelter of the trees. The regent, sus pecting some treachery, Immediately drew his pistols, as did the gentlemen with him,and retreated until some dis tance from the wood, so that surprise was impossible. Then a courier from Paris, who had reached him a few mo ments before, was sent back half a league to St. Cloud for re-enforcements. As soon as these arrived th^wood was entered, but no ono was found. The regent examined the body by the road, and at once recognized you, my friend. He knew not what to make of it, but ordered you picked up and brought back to Paris. There he heard from the commandant of the Versailles gate how vou had got through. A little later, he learned from me how you had es caped from the hall and of the efforts made by Madame du Maine to stop you, for she was not so circumspect in this affair as is usual with her, and betrayed herself completely. The re gent can put two and two together as well as any man, and he was not long in arriving at a conclusion. This con clusion became a certainty when a con fession was secured from one of Car touche’s rogues, who attempted to re enter Paris the next morning and was captured. He told all of the details of the ambuscade, and how Car touche himself, with his com panions, was to have attacked the regent should he get past the wood alive. Cartouche has left Paris and is across the frontier b this time. Real ly, de Brancas," and d'Ancenls paused a moment to look at me, “you are a devil of a fellow. This was quite in line with your escape from the Bas tile.” “And Richelieu?" I asked. “Is still In prison, and likely to re main there for some time to come, to say no worse. His offense is nothing less than treason, monsieur, and the regent has sworn to have his head.” I groaned aloud. “ ’Tls what 1 feared,” I said. “I must get up,” and I raised myself on one elbow. “Gently, gently, de Rrancas,” and across the frontier by this time. Real d’Ancenis pushed me back again, nor did I resist him greatly, for I was weaker than I had thought. “Do you think one man, al ready half dead, would be able to lib erate Richelieu? You propose to take the Bastille by storm, I suppose, single handed and alone. I should not be sur prised to see you undertake such an exploit.” I remained for a moment silent. “Tell me the rest,” I said, finally. “Madame du Maine, Cellamara, Mile, de Launay,—what has happened to them?” “Cellamare was conducted out of Paris and started for Spain under a strong escort the morning after his ar rest,” answered d'Ancenls. “He pro tested, of course, but it was of no use. The papers which were found In his possession exposed all the details of the plot, which was marvellously well ar ranged, and which almost makes one admire the duchess. Madame du Maine submitted very quietly until she found she was to be taken to the cit adel of Dijon, when she fought like a tigress, but It was to no avail, and she was safely lodged In the dungeon, vow ing a hundred kinds of vengeance against her jailers. Mile, du Launay wished to accompany her mistress, but the regent was afraid to allow those two women to remain together, so mademoiselle was given a cell in the Bastille, as were all the other prison ers arrested at the Tullerles. We found Pollgnac lying senseless on the floor, and he was quite hysterical for a time, protesting his Innocence. De Mesmes did the same, but both were silenced when they were confronted by their own statements of their share In the conspiracy. The Due du Maine was also arreted.” “The Due du Maine?” I cried; “but he knew nothing about it. I have nev er even seen him.” (Continued Next Week.) REFUSING A CROWN. Manager—Say, I want a super to take the part of a king. Youil get 60 cents a performance. Applicant—Sorry, boss, but I can't as sume the affairs o' state for anything Vke that amount. The Man and tho Place. Andrew Carnegie was giving advice on a recent Sunday to one of the younger members of the Rockefeller blble cJfess. "I am an advocate of early mar riages,” he said. "The right man. in the right place, at the right time, is a very good saying, and. to my mind, the right man in tho right place at the right time Is unquestionably a husband reading to his wife'on a win ters night beside the radiator. King George used automobiles In his tiger mint. No wonder he bagged 30.— Philadelphia Inquirer. Colonel Harvey has just written a book on "The Power of Tolerance." Why not try it on Woodrow Wilson?—New York Evening World. A New York manager announces a com ing Bernhardt season In vaudeville It ap pears that tip divine Sarah's dramatic farewells to America have constituted a fair rase of much adieu about nothing.— New York Wqtid. His Only Complaint. Senator Beveridge, at a luncheon in New York, was talking about the child labor problem. "Children are so plucky and so cheerful,” he said, "we don't realize how horribly overworked they are till It’s too late—till their bodies and minds are stunted irretrievably. "I was once talking to a tiny errand boy at the height of the Christmas shopping season. He was working, I knew, 17 hours a day. As he walked sturdily along with a mountain of par cels piled on his thin, narrow shoul ders, I said to him: ‘“Do you like your job?’ ‘“Yes, sir,’ he said; .‘I like it fine. 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