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Genuine must bear Signature DINNER GUESTS GO HUNGRY Aged Royal Host Slept and Etiquette Would Not Permit That He 8hould Be Awakened. Prince Leopold, the recently de ceased regent of Bavaria, some weeks before his fatal Illness, fell asleep at a dinner party Immediately after the first course. His guests were re strained by etiquette from waking film, but continued their conversation in a low tone. The servants did not dare to continue serving the dinner. The prince soon commenced to snore, and slept on for two hours, dur ing which time no one allowed himself to leave his place. The guests sat famished In the same room with a marvelously appointed dinner. Finally Prince Leopold awoke. He took a hur >ried glance round the table and saw ' only a number of perfectly correct ■faces successfully pretending to have ■noticed nothing. Persuaded that his slight lapse had passed completely un remarked, he said quietly, "Now let us go and take coffee." The guests rose accordingly and proceeded to the drawing-room. They were served with coffee, liqueurs, cigars. The prince, thoroughly refreshed by his sleep, in dulged in a great deal of excellent conversation, which lasted till mid night. The party then broke up. and the guests departed, famished with faunger. j 1 Wow Long Will the Women 8tand ’Em? "I am a mean man,” confessed the Erratic Thinker. "My father bore the same unenviable reputation, and I had au uncle who served a term in the pen itentiary and was twice mentioned for the tegielature. So no one need be sur prised when I remark that perusal of the dry goods advertisements causes me to wonder how soon corsets will become to long that their wearers will be obliged to roll them up around the ankles to keep from treading on them?”—Kansas City Star. Quite Apparent. “Do theatrical angels have wings?” "Certainly. That is how their mon ■ey files.” Everybody From Kid To Grandad Likes Post Toasties Thin, crisp bits of white Indian Corn, cooked to perfection and toasted to a delicate brown without the touch of human hand. You get them in the sealed package Ready to Eat A dish of Post Toasties for breakfast and lunch, with thick cream or rich fruit juice, is • dish that ep icures might chortle over. Nourishing, economical, delicious, “more-ish.” £ imprudence of tPvue, | rflale ofa Maitlanda ffigfiwayman 2 SYNOPSIS. | In the time of yueeu Anne, Lady Fru deuce Brook, widowed at 16 and still a widow at two and twenty, while journey ing in a coach to London with her cousin Peggy, is accosted by a highwayman who. however, takes nothing from her except * kiss. The two girls live with their irwjJ' mother. Lady Drum loch, who, despite he reduced circumstances, maintains a social position in the court circle. Prue is small, gay, delightful, daring, travagunt. and always In debt. She is perpetually pursued by j and Just now Is In deep water lor want ^ a few guineas with which to buy * u . gown by whose aid she hopes to win ba the queen’s favor, very recently ios* one of her mad pranks. She decides to visit Aaron’s, a ”?rtf)Ilare money lender, and asks him to take c of her debts on the strength of her v proachlng marriage to Sir Geoffrey desert. I Aaron informs her, however, that Beau desert is himself head over heels and while Prue is still in his office Geoffrey arrives. Prue at once secrets herself in a and to her astonishment overhears also Geoffrey ask for advances of money, on the strength of their engagemen . Prue reads In a paper an ac€®uJlt»r»<fLn t le* trial and sentence of Robin Freomantie. the highwayman who had ” d at the moors, and that he is to be ha g Tyburn the following Monday. Suddenly she recalls that ac?JJ!?!n^are legal custom the debts of a widow ^ , burled in the coffin of her husbana. She conceives the Whimsical Idea marrying Robin in order to escape debts. Accompanied by Peggy "he J^/Tri 1 gate prison and Robin, who *a alteaay love with lier, consents to the ceremony Afterward Prue asks to b® “’""hlm'to him for a few minutes and allows him kiss her again and leels pity f°r bis p proachlng execution. I,ord Beaucombe also visits Robin and Robin tells him that he has proof that Beaucombe Is not the legitimate heir to the title and threatens If ho 18 r‘°l re leased to see that proof of this fact guts to Beaucombe’s enemlos. , On Monday Is Peggy suffering keenly because of hur belief that Robin, »°w be ginning to be a hero In her eyes. Is about to bo hanged she Is astonished at see.Irtg him enter the house and Is told that he has been reprieved and set at liberty. For his freedom Robin, whoee real name is D© Cilffe, agrees to make over to Lora Beaucombe a paper conveying his claim to the title and estate to him. He has no sooner done this than L°rd Beaucombe treacherously tries to captuie him. Robin by cleverly disguising him •elf in a borrowed coat and hat and using Lord Beaucombe’s horse, escapes. At a rout at Marlborougn noum queen loses a diamond necklace and as it Is known that Hobln In a red doinlno has been present he Is suspected of the tnen Prue, who has learned where he hides, goes to him, confesses her love, Jor„h;,??' and persuades him to give up the neck lace which she restores to the Duchess ot Marlborough for the queen, \ __ The affair which leaks out. Is variously Interpreted by the gossips. It develops that Robin is a Jacobite spy and he Is obliged Jo leave England on for feit of his life. CHAPTER XXVII (Continued.) "As to whether we go to Tunbridge tomorrow—that will depend on you. he went on. "At present we are going, as fast as horses can take us. In the opposite direction. We shall arrive, presently, at a little church, where we can be quietly and quickly married, and then, If you wish, resume our Journey; or, if you are of my way of thinking, we can break It for a day or two at a charming rustic retreat which has been placed at my disposal for the honeymoon. What say you, dearest.' "I say that you must be mad to talk to me In tills way." said Prue haughti ly. "I Insist that you take me at once to a post house where 1 can get a chaise and proceed to Tunbridge We cannot be so very far out of the way. “You are mistaken, love," he replied tranquilly. “At Seven Oaks your post boy, Instructed by me, turned off the Tunbridge road in the direction of the secluded country house which our good friend Aarons offered me the uBe of. for as long as you wish to occupy It, That is where we are going now; It depends on you how long we remain there." "In that case," she retorted prompt ly "we will not remain an hour—a minute—In fact, we will not go there at all. 1 protest that rather than go another vard with you 1 would walk back, barefoot, to Seven Oaks, or even to Tunbridge." “The choice Is not yours. Prudence," said Sir Geoffrey, his smooth voice in strong contrast to the black frown that shadowed his face at her Imperious tone and the Indignant energy with which she repulsed his advances. "This time I will not be balked; I am re solved to give you no further oppor tunity of fooling me." Prue laughed contemptuously. "Do you think you can mary me by force?" she cried. "What priest would marry us when I tell him the truth?” “By the time you have been my guest for two or three days you will, no doubt, prefer returning to court ns Dndy*Benudesert, the heroine of a ro mantic marriage, to braving the scan dal of a mysterious elopemeut as the frlskv Widow Brooke." "Villain!" she ejaculated. “I would brave any scandal rather than marry a wretch capable of such treachery!" "We shall see," returned her captor, at the same time thrusting his head out of the window and calling to the postilion. "Stop, fool, is not thls-the fer rp? See ttie'lmi yonder and the boats." The coach came to a standstill and Sir Geoffrey's man jumped down from the rumble. 'Go rouse the landlord nnd call up theTerrymari." said his master; "bid lnm hasten If he would earn a guinea for Ills services." The moment the carriage stopped Prue began to scream, "Help—oh, help! Is there no one here to help a pool woman in sure distress?" “No, one, dearest." replied Sir Geof frey, opening the door and alighting In the dusty highway, “except your de voted lover and slave. Wlil It pleas* you t r descend? We have but little farther to go. and that by water." Prue crouched back In the farthest .corner of the coach. "Ill not leave tills carriage until my cries bring help Help—oh. help!” "Call your loudest, pretty one; 'twll give md a good excuse for smothlni your cries with klBses. An' If you fore* *ie to carry you, so much the bettei for me: I shall enjoy the bliss of hold ing you In my arms all the sooner.” “You think you can Insult me be oauBe I am a woman and unarmed," she cried, too Indignant to be alarmed, “but I have 10 daggers at my fingertips to defend my honor." “Your honor, dearest Prue, Is In no Jeopardy from me. X seek, on the con trary, to shield you from the disgrace of being pointed at as a felon’s widow by making you the wife of an honor able gentleman." “How dare you call my husband a felon?” she cried, "and his wife a widow? He Is not dead, and If he were, I would not marry you." “I swear to you that Robin Free mantle Is dead," Sir Geoffrey assever ated. A voice from the shadow of the trees responded in sonorous and tragic tones, “You lie!” CHAPTER XXVIII. THE DEAREST TREASURE. Somewhere about the time that Prue was leaving Seven Oaks, Robin Free mantle, accompanied by two friends and followed by the faithful Steve, rode out of the stately gates of a country mansion a few miles beyond St. Mary’s Cray. At a short distance they left the highroad and plunged into a deep and narrow lane, showing few signs of use and leading into others as neglected and man-forsaken. When the lanes W'ere wide enough the three rode abreast, with heads bent together in earnest conference. Papers were hand ed to Robin which he concealed about his person, and last Instructions re iterated, to which he listened atten tively, but without enthusiasm. "You think I am sure of finding a boat at Hailing, Perclval?" he Inquired, when the others became silent. "We shall avoid Hailing and seek the ferry a mile or so above," replied the younger of his companions. “The ferry is little used; indeed, I do not know how there comes to be one at all, for the road Is unfrequented and I know of no habitation but the little Inn where, however, there are always boats for hire—built possibly by the ferryman himself. The tide serves about » o’clock and with a favorable wind we should be below Rochester by moon rise. No one will be looking for you on the Medway, captain, and before morning you will be safely past Sheer ness and, I hope, on board the Petite Vlerge, while the spies of the govern ment are keeping strict watch for you between London bridge 'and Graves end." "I would give 10 years of my life,” said Robin, moodly, “for one more day In England,’ ’ "Your life Is not your own to give. Captain de ClifTe,” said the third man, who, even In this solitude, kept his wide-brimmed beaver slouched so as completely to conceal his face. "It be longs to King James, and should you be arrested with these documents upon you, hundreds of lives, besides your own. may pay for the mischance." "I do not need to be reminded of my, duty, even by your grace," said Robin proudly. "1 know It well,” returned the other pacifically, "and when you return with the king, in triumph—may it be soon Ills Majesty will know how to re ward you." “Aye, that he will,”'muttered Steve, who was close enough to catch some of the conversation, In which he wae greatly Interested. " ‘Virtue is its own reward’ Is the motto of the Stuarts!" "The highest reward King James can offer is to send me back as fast as horse and ship can carry me," cried Robin. "Even now—" "Even now, captain," Steve broke In, "you are lucky In getting away alive. Don’t forget there Is a price upon your head arul the law’s protection—save the mark!—will be withdrawn In a few hours. After that your life is forfeit wherever the flag of England files." "My life! When has It not been forfeit?" returned Robin carelessly. "Rut your grace ean be at ease; I have given my word to carry these letters safely to Paris and I will do so, God sparing me." "Enough ! I should never have thought of doubting you, had not mine own eyes seen you at the masquerade with a certain fair sorceress whose spells are far more dahgerous than sword or bullet. Right glad am I that fate drives you from her before we lose one of our most valued captains In the same snare that has entangled the feet of all heroes, ancient and modern. l,et us lose no time, for the love of Heaven; your only safety lies In swift flight!" And with malicious laughter. In which the other man heartily Joined, he put spurs to his horse and urged the ealvacade to such speed us the heavy ground would permit. In spite of their haste, the sun was sinking behind the mists that rose from the river, before they saw its shimmer through the trees. The road upon which they emerged from the bridle path took a sharp turn at this spot and passed close to a little Inn—a mere peasant's cottage, for all the announce ment on the creaking signboard of en tertainment for man and beast, and further Information ns to the hire and sale of boats at the adjacent ferry. "Go forward, Steve, and see what folks are about, and if there be a sea worthy boat to be had, while we keep within this thicket out of sight of passers-by,” said the duke, backing his horse Into the wood, while Steve and Percival dismounted to reeonnolter the premises. Steve quickly returned alone. “The ferry Is close at hand." he said, "but I can And neither ferryman nor land lord. However, there are boats a plenty at the landing, and If we press one for the king’s service, ’tls no more than a loyal subject should rejoice to contribute to the cause! The wind Is fair, the tide Is on the turn. I can hoist a sail and handle an oar. and ’twill be strange if we leave not Sheer ness In our wake at sunrise.” “You are sure there is no one spying about?” the duke inquired nervously. "How if they are merely hiding" Stay •you here, taptuln—l will examine the . inn for myself—It will not do for you to fall Into an ambush. And It would • be well for Steve to stand sentinel at the bend of the road; he ean warn us in time of any approaching way : farer, for If I mistake not. the road over the waste lands can be plainly • seen for several miles.” • Reft alone, Robin dropped the mask of eareless gaiety under which he had : hidden his dejection from ht» com i panions. About to leave the land that . contained Prue. on a mission, whose risks he had often braved without a I thought except of audacious delight Iri [ danger and reckless defiance or the law s from which he was an outcast, he wae r now beset by a thousand apprehen sions for which he could have given no reason, but which chilled his loyal ardor and hung like an incubus upon his soul. How could he wish for his once-beloved Paris while Prue was in England? What cared he for the safe asylum of the French court while Prue in the English court was wooed by a score of suitors and pressed by dan gers and temptations from which he was powerless to protect her? The setting sun seemed like an emblem of his own fate—except that it would surely rise again on the morrow, while he might sink forever Into forgetful ness. "Oh! my heart’s joy, my only love, shall we never meet again?” he murmured. “Oh! for one more look into those sweet eyes; one last kiss from those beloved lips! Must I go without a farewell word; without sure hope that she will ever bestow another thought one me? Before Ood she Is my wife—yet the outlaw has no God— no country—no wife—and how dare I hope that she who toolf me for an hour’s frolic, would not some day gladly be rid of me forever?" Robin’s reflections, painful arid ab sorbing as they were, did not prevent his keeping a close watch on Steve, who now turned, and, with many signs of caution, retraced his steps. At the same time the distant sound of wheels became audible. "Conceal yourself, captain, there are travelers coming this way: we must withdraw until they have passed,” said Steve, pushing his way through the bushes and preparing to lead his horse farther into the wood. "We are four,” said Robin. "It would 111 become us to turn tall without knowing what we fly from.” "Four! Would you attempt to draw his grace Into a broil?” "A broil! Pshaw!” cried Robin im patiently. "Some pursy citizen In a post-chaise, belike, or passengers for the ferry.” "There's another carriage following the one you hear," said Steve. "Shall I warn the duke and Mr. Percival?’ "No, no! let us play highwaymen once more and frighten them away,’ laughed Robin, quickly adjusting a black mask and handing one to Steve. As he did so a hand was laid some what roughly on his arm and the duke, In low but emphatic tones, interrupted mm; . „ “A truce to this headstrong folly; your rashness will ruin everything. ‘I’m in the right temper for a tus sle,” returned Robin resignedly. ‘ Yet If these travelers do not molest us they may pass on their way unchallenged for me,” and, reluctantly, he withdrew a few paces farther into the thicket. Just as a coach and four rounded the bend in the road and drew up not many paces away. A man Jumped out of the rumble, ana hurrying to the Inn-door, battered and kicked at it, loudly shouting, "Ferry— ho, Ferry—where Is the Ferryman? Ho Landlord, open your door quickly and do not waste our time." An upper window opened cautiously. Just wide enough to show a night capped .head within. "Who calls for the ferry at this hour?” demanded a quavering voice. "Why, 'tls early yet,” replied the man; "we are travelers who would cross in hot haste.” "Your haste will have time to cool the ferryman beds t’other side the river and comes not over unless he brings a fare," said the landlord. “Is there no way of calling him? He will be well paid for his trouble; and you, too, Goodman, may find it worth while to come down and serve my noble master,” cried the man. "There’s a horn chained to yon post, blow it, if you will, an’ If he hears you. mayhap he'll bring his boat across . If you want food and drink, you 11 ntu none fit for the quality nearer than Hailing. My wife is sick a-bed and I’m lame with the rheumatics, but I H come down and open if you 11 have patience.” And the head was with drawn and the casement shut. In the meantime the' carriage door was opened and a man descended. His figure, which a ray of the setting sun brought into strong relief, was imme diately recognised by Robin, wlJo mut tered. "Sir Geoffrey Beaudesert! What brings him across my path again, and pushing forward a little, caught the sound of his own name. “I swear to you that Robin Free mantle is dead!” "You lie!" shouted Robin. Sir GeofTrey started and looked around. “What was that?” he ex claimed uneasily. Prue Instantly renewed her cries, “Help! help! If ye be true men, come Two masked and cloaked horsemen promptly advanced, leveling their pis tols at Sir Geoffrey’s head. "Stand and deliver!" commanded the taller of them, In deep, vibrant tones. \t the sound of that beloved voice, Prue, with a cry of Joy, sprang out of the carriage and, rushing to Robin, who was already afoot, threw herself Into his arms. “Oh! Joy—oh! Robin, dear, dear dear Robin, heaven has sent you to deliver me from this villain!' At the sight of their meeting and the maddening certainty of his own utter discomfiture, Sir GeofTrey could not contain his fury, but drawing his sword, would have hurled himself upon Robin had not Prue stood between them with outstretched arms. 'Stand aside, woman!" he vocifer ated, beside himself with rage. "Must I kill you to get at him? Coward! are you going to shelter yourself behind a woman?” “Stand aside, Prue,” said Robin, in a tone she dared not disobey, and draw ing his sword he placed himself on the defensive. (Continued Next Week.) The Editor’s Guess. From the Ladies Home Journal. A leading citizen In a small town waw suddenly stricken with appendicitis and an operation became necessary. The edi tor of the local paper heard of It and printed this note about it: “Our esteemed fellow citizen. James L Brown, will go to the hospital tomorrow | to be operated upon for the removal of his appendix by Dr. Jones. He will leave a wife and two children.” The death rate is increasing among , Londoners between 45 and 65. 1 ( Krxi'l ' ■; w ■ t WHERE DID THE ARK ♦ REST? ♦ The story of the Ark of Noah is one of the most interesting of all biblical stories, for it gives the history of the living, moving things of the earth and how they were preserved from the flood. After the deluge the Ark is sup posed to have rested on Mount Ararat, from which Noah and Jiis family and the other occupants saved from the elements distributed themselves over the earth. Did the Ark rest on Ararat? Tl/ere has been much controversy regarding this by biblical scholars. Whether the tradition which makes Ararat the rest ing place of Noah's Ark is of any his torical value or not, there is at least poetical fitness in the hypothesis, inas much as this mountain is about equally distant from the Black sea and the Caspian, from the Mediterranean and the Persian Gulf. Another tradition—accepted by the Kurds, Syrians and Nestorians—fixes on Mount Judi, in the south of Ar menia, on the left bank of the Tigres, near Jezire, as the Ark’s resting place. There so-called genuine relics of the Ark are exhibited and a monastery and mosque of commemoration were built, but the monastery was destroyed by lightning in 776 A. D., and the tradition has declined in credit. Around Ararat, however, gathered many traditions connected with the deluge. Near Ararat is the burial place of Noah’s wife, and in a village near the great chasm was the spot where Noah planted the first vineyard, and where was built the monastery of St. Janies. But, according to the Babylonian ac count. the resting place of the Ark was "on the mountains of» Nizir," which some writers have identified with Mount Rowanduz and others with Mount Elburs, near Teheran. The limits of the biblical Ararat are not known, but they must have in cluded the loft Armenian plateau which overlooks the plain of the Araxes on the north and that of Mesopotamia on the south. It is only natural that the highest and most striking mountain in the district should have been regarded as that upon which the Ark rested. The mountain itself is known as Ararat only among Occidental geog raphers. The Armenians call it Mas sis, the Turks Aghri Dagli and the Per sians Koh-i-Nub, or "the Mountains of Noah.” Thus far it has been impos sible to trace back to an early date an independent native tradition. Appar ently the local legends which have clothed it with mystery, and which would’place upon it the remains of the original Ark, are based upon the nas sage in Genesis, and have been largely induced in comparatively recent times by the influence of western Christian ity. Superstitious fear and natural diffi culties prevent the ascent of the mountain by natives; but its top has been frequently reached by Europeans, and its geological peculiarities have been noted. Its cone is the crater of an extinct volcano, and because of its great height it is snow-capped throughout the year. One hundred and twenty days before the deluge Noah planted cedars from which he afterwards made the Ark, and according to one view the Ark con sisted of 360 cells, each 10 yards long by 10 yards wide, and according to an other it consisted of 900 cells, each six yards long by six yards wide. Eadie, in his -“Biblical Encyclo paedia.” says: "The mountains to which local tradition points is so very high, and its sides so very steep, rug ged and dangerous, that we cannot conceive it to be the spot where the Ark rested. The safe descent of all the inhabitants of the Ark- from its summit would seem to be a miracle almost as great as their preservation from the waters of the deluge. The Scripture narrative leaves the spot un determined and only says that the huge vessel grounded at length on one of the Armenian mountains." This writer argues that no mountain peak was intended by the expression in Genesis, and declares that this is con firmed by the fact that great differ ences of opinion prevailed among the nations of ancient times as to the spot where the Ark rested. There is such a diverse opinion on the subject that it remains one of the most interesting of the mysteries of antiquity. x The Quadrennial Holdup. The people of Washington city know how to get money from the other peo ple over the country who flock to the presidential inauguration every ' four years. Always on each of these gi cat occasions there is an outpouring of lamentation at the extortion with which the Washingtonians ply their victims. Always, too, there is a prom ise from some one in authority there that it will not occur again, but at each recurrence of the inaugural day there are new men in control of price regulation and new victims to lie fleeced; for Washington, the capital of the nation, must live off of the peo ple of the nation. They are wanting $150 a room along Pennsylvania avenue for the three days that visitors will require to see the In auguration of democracy, with all its promises of economy and fair dealing. A proud Kentuckian, who is being touched for more than the traffic will bear calls on the authorities to reduce the rate. The city is in control of the national government. There ought to be protection against this holdup game that goes along with the inauguration of a president. . _ “When one has carried a boquet of flow ers in tile hand, upon reaching home they are generally found to be wilted. To freshen them, dip them for an instant in hot water, and have ready a bowl or a vase containing cold water, to which has hern added a bit of charcoal the size of a dime. If the flowers are violets, add half a teaspoonful of sugar to the hot water In which they are first dipped. In winter a flower or flowery caai be kept fresli a very long time by cutting off a small piece of the stem each morning and 1 aclng in hot water, to which has been edded a pinch of salt. The water should not be scalding hot when the flowers are rpped. Kc.ses can be kept on ice for days" _ And Nothing in Sight. From tile Chicago Tribune. First Visitor (in Washington)—This is a city of magnificent distances, all right Second Visitor—Magnificent? Gosh, they're appalling. I've come ail the way here from Seattle to kick for a job. and I don't seem to be within a million miles of it._ ~~a Child. 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