me MINISTER
y POLICE
By HENRY MONTJOY
Copyright. 1*12. Tho Bobto-Merrill Company.
Synopsis.
“THE MINISTER OF POLICE/’ by
Henry Mountjoy, is a romance of Paris
during the Louis XV reign, a period
when Europe was in a condition of fo
ment and unrest; when Voltaire was
breaking to pieces the shackles of re
ligion; when Rousseau at the Cafe de
Regenance was preaching the right to
think; and when a thousand men, some In
the gutter, some near the throne, were
preparing the great explosion of the revo
lution.
Madame Linden, an Austrian lady,
after completing a simple mission to the
French count, lingers on in Paris, enjoy
ing the gay life there. De Sartines, the
minister of police, thinks she has some
other motive than pleasure in delaying
her departure and surrounds her with
spies to discover, if possible, whether she
is dabbling in state plots.
De Lussac is a noble of exceptional
character of that period. Handsome,
with all the elegance of a man of the
court, there is still about him something
that stamps him as a man apart, some
thing of the visionary, the enthusiast and
the poet, rare in that age of animal lust,
chilling wit and embroidered brutality. He
is, in fact, steeped in the philosophy of
Rousseau and is trying to put this phil
osophy into practice through his connec
tion with a secret society that is plotting
the downfall of the state. Before he has
gone far enough to incriminate himself he
falls In love with the beautiful Austrian,
who persuades him his method of righting
the wrongs of humanity is impracticable,
and ends by promising to go to Vienna
with her to live.
CHAPTER IV, Continued.
A wrangling sound came from below
stairs.
“He Is quarreling with Rosine. He
keeps the whole house in order. He is
becoming Insufferable.”
“Why, then, do you not dismiss
him?” asked De Lussac, who had taken
his seat on the fauteull and with the
boldness of a lover was caressing one
of the gloves which she had cast thefie.
"Because, dear Monsieur de Lussac,
though he has only been in my service
a few days, I find him invaluable—he is
my chaperon.”
“Tour chaperon?”
“Yes.”
Still arranging the flowers, she
touched a bell near the window. In
ft momqnt the door opened and Placide
'appeared.
“Placide,” said his mistress, “kindly"
take my gloves to Rosine. Where are
they? Ah, I left them upon the fau
teull. Monsieur de Lussac, may I trou
ble you to pass my gloves to Placide?”
De Lussac, biting his lip with morti
fication, handed the gloves, which the
surly old man carried oft, closing the
door behind him.
“You see, he Is quite useful,” said
Madame la Baronne, finishing the ar
rangement of her flowqrs. "I really did
not want a man servant. I engaged
him half from pity and also because
he was so quaint. He is some relation
of my cook. Do you ndt agree with me
that he is useful?”
"He may be useful, madame,” replied
De Lussac, who had recovered his tem
per, “but this I will say—he is not hon
est.”
“Placide not honest 1 In what way,
Monsieur le Comte?”
“He has robbed me of your gloves.”
He rose from the cpueh and advanced
ns If to take her hand. She stretched
it toward the bell and he paused.
“Monsieur le Comte, pray take your
seat again on the fauteull, and I will
take this chair, and so we shall not
weary Placide. Now, let us talk. I
am touched by your confidence in me,
and I have heard the declaration you
made to me with mixed feelings.”
“Oh, madame I”
“One moment! That declaration from
a man to a woman in my position may
be the slncerest compliment, or the
reverse. In which way am I to take
it?”
"In this way, madams,” replied the
young man, rising from the couch and
standing before her as a courtier might
stand before a queen. "When I said
•love.’ I said In that word all that love
implies—respect, lifelong devotion.
Without putting it in words, I asked
you to share my future and my for
tune as my wife."
Madame la Boronne rose from her
chair and bowed.
Standing before her, he bowed In
return. It was a quaint picture, in
keeping with the dress and the elegant
customs of the time.
He did not again attempt to take
her hand; she had at a stroke put a
gulf between them such as exists be
tween a powerful potentate and the
ambassador of an Inferior power.
"To your offer, monsieur,” she made
only reply that I thank you sincerely
for the compliment It contains; that,
frankly, I have never met a man I
liked so much as I like”—she blushed
slightly—"the Comte de Lussac; that
I have taken a deep Interest In hirn, if
for no other reason than because he is
so unlike the fops and fools of Paris;
and that Just for that reason and be
cause I study the welfare of those
whom I like, I ought to decline hlB
offer. To do so tgould merely be fair.”
'Madame—”
"One moment,” replied this extraor
dinary woman who to the genuine was
always genuine. "You are Monsieur le
Comte de Lussac, with large estate and
a splendid fortune, if you do not spoil
It by entangling yourself with the
enemies of the king; you have fallen
In love with a woman of no fortune, no
position, ah adventuress—”
"Cease, madame!” cried De Lussac
violently, rising from his seat as though
he were addressing an enemy. "Not
another word against the woman I love.
Fortune, position! Those words are
blasphemy against the holy spirit of
love. Adventuress? What care I if she
Is an adventuress? Call her what you
will, you can not deceive my heart or
tell me against my understanding and
Tfiy Instinct that she Is anything
P*T87,“ — - >/ *"
""Actually in his anger ahd jelense of
the baroness this idealist had almost
forgotten her presence and the fact that
he was defending her against herself.
The baroness, in amazement, stared at
him as one stares at a prodigy. Had
this man, then, with the clear Bight of
a passionate and lofty understanding,
divined In her the true woman whose
presence she herself had not troubled
to search for? Her life was far from
blameless, In the eyes of strict virtue—
love affairs, money affairs, intrigues,
filled the story of her past; yet at
heart—the only consideration that mat
ters at all, when all Is said and done—
at heart was she as he declared her to
be? She had never thought of the
question before. She looked at her
self as a woman of the world -who had
led the life of the world. Had any other
man said to her, "You are a blameless
■woman,” she would have laughed In his
face, or, more probably, smacked It,
taking the statement as a piece of
cynicism. But De Lussac did not make
a statement; he enunciated a fact, he
spoke with all the fervor of a man
who knows; with the conviction of
surety. It was fascinating—fascinating
as waking up on a December morning,
opening one’s window and finding May
day. Madame Linden was not, how
ever, a woman to temporise with pleas
ant fictions. With the pleasure one
feels In destroying a fair thing, once
ours but taken from us by fraud, she
turned to her defender.
"Monsieur,” said she, “I have already
had four lovers.”
"And what, madame," replied the dis
ciple of Jean Jacques, "have those
lovers to do with me? Do you for a
moment think that I belong to that
order of men whose philosophy debars
the needs of life and the consideration
of the human heart? When J ask you
to give yourself to me, I ask for your
future, not fob your past. Love is the
water of life. God sent you into the
world with a full pitcher to And me;
that you have on the way given drink
to four thirsty men, Is that a reason
for my finding the water less sweet?
But this I will swear, you have never
given of that gift but for generous
reasons.”
"Monsieur," replied she, confused by
this extraordinary speech, almost on
the verge of tears, “your philosophy
confounds me.”
“Oh, madame, I am only the mouth
piece of a philosopher, the priest of a
religion, the imitator of a man divine
because of his humanity. What love
I have for my fellow men and whatever
broadness of view, was first taught
and given to me by him—Jean Jacques
Rousseau.”
“An before such a priest,” replied
the baroness, “a confession is useless
that is a half-confession. What I have
said to you, monsieur. Is but the begin
ning. Well, then, listen. The woman
you would marry despite'the fact I
have told ^ou is a woman weak In
many ways. She is fond of the material
things of the world—of dress, of gaiety,
of pleasure—she is spiteful very often
to other women, and she has a passion
for matching what bralnB she has
against the brains of men, often In very
petty ways; she is a woman who does
not brook contradiction. The man who
marries her must be content with her
love; her mind she retains as her own
property, settled upon her before mar
riage. Well, monsieur, what do you
pay of such a woman?”
“Only this,” said De Lussac, sinking
on his knees beside her and taking her
hand. "Only this: I love her.”
He raised the white tapering fingers
to his lips and kissed them; then pass
ing his arm round her waist and draw
ing her toward him, their lips met,
clung together; they breathed each
other. In a moment and at that magic
touch, the passion for him that had
been slowly gathering in her heart be
came vividly alive; his youth, the dawn
of his life, the springtime of his man
hood, became part of her. He had read
her aright—the heart that no man had
touched fully till now had awakened.
The woman of the world was no longer
there. The world Itself was forgotten
—for a moment.
"Listen to me," she said, holding him
away from her as though she wished to
gaze at him and touch him at the
same time. "You have made me love
you; you have spoken to me of love
as a priest might speak of religion;
let us pause for a moment, even as we
are—would that we could always re
main even as we are, like people on a
height gazing at a fair country! Tell
me, have you ever cared for another?”
For a moment De Lussac was silent.
"You do not answer me?”
'T do not answer you, because I am
thklng how strange It Is that before I
met you I care for another woman, and
that your Image entering my mind
shattered her Image, destroyed It as a
sunbeam destroys a shadow."
"Who was It?”
"You have seen her today.”
"Ah! Madame d’Harlancourt? You do
not care for her still?”
“For me, she Is not In the world.”
He sprang to his feet and Madame
Linden, turning with a little cry, found
that Placlde had entered the room.
"Why did you not knock?” cried the
baroness angrily. "Is that the man
ner for a servant to enter a room?”
“Madame,” replied Placlde, “I did
knock, but you were so preoccupied—”
"Hold your tongue!”
"Yes, Madame.”
"Go. But stay—why did you come?
I did not ring.”
“I came, madame, to ask you at what
time you required the carriage to take
you to Compiegne.”
"At 2 o'clock. Have everything
ready. You know you are to accom
pany me?"
-~"Yes, madame."
He went out and the baroness turned
to her lover.
"Fortunately, It was only Placlde. One
never minds him. And now, my
friend, sit down beside me here on the
fauteuil, for I have something serious
to say—no, do not take my hand until
I have finished speaking; then take It,
and keep It forever, or forever leave It.
Listen: you say you love m«.”
"I love you.”
“You would give up everything for
me?”
“I would give up my soul."
"I ask you for a gift of far less value.
I ask you to give up your ambition.”
“Never, for my only ambition Is to
possess you.”
“Now you are talking like a lover,
that Is, a person more and yet less than
a man. By your ambition, I mean the
intrigues against the state la which
you are engaged and which will Tjrlhg
you to ruin. You wish for me, and I
am your’s but only on the condltloni that
you leave Paris when I leave It, Join
me in Vienna, and renounce forever
these plots and conspiracies which will
end in the ruin of France and will ln
clljfe^a^wamgyltable ruin.-'
■ Whatyoa ass from mVnfjd’ Is my
soul,” replied the yCung man, rising and
pacing the floor.
"Have It so. I ask for your soul, but
for no bad purpose. I know you In
timately, as only a woman can know
the man she loves. I know your am
bition, and I honor you for it. I came
here from Vienna to study the state of
France; I see all the elements of dis
aster and ruin; I see a house aboup to
fall, and 1 would pluck you fcobrf the
ruins.”
“I, whose whole ambition Is to be one
of the architects of that ruin!”
"There are others to fill your place.
And mark this, no man can ruin a state,
states ruin themselves. Why should
you, young, innocent, wealthy, with all
the elements of happiness in your
heart, why should you be crushed in the
Ice Jam of folly?”
De Lussac ceased pacing the floor
and gazed at her for a moment, as If
drinking in her words. Then he took
‘ i •
her hand, led her to one of the window*
of the room and flung It open.
The sounds of the Rue Coq Heron, all
sorts of weird cries of old Paris, filled
the room; the cry of the street hawkler
came across the little courtyard, the
blind man’s pipe, the rumble of a hack
ney-coach and the footsteps of the
passersby.
"That Is why,” said he, pointing be
fore her. "Look! Look at those peo
ple; look at their faces; see that wom
an, that rag picker, who Is herself a
bundle of rags. And this Is not a mean
street, but the Rue Coq Heron; and
this is nothing In a city given over to
starvation, misery and despair; filled
with a people whose blood has been
sucked by a vampire king and a vam
pire courtesnn."
She closed the window.
"Tomorrow,” said she, gently leading
him from It. “those people, should they
1 destroy their vampire king, would turn
! vampires themselves; out of that gut
‘ ter another king would arise as surely
" as another sun will dawn tomorrow.
' What you are attacking Is not the evil
i of the king and court, but the evil that
lies In the human heart. By the fierce
overthrow of the existing state of
things will you alter the heart of men?
! Never, never, never! No more than by
! furiously destroying a bad crop will
! you make new corn grow. Destruction
my friend. Is the logic of a madman.
You would raise the people by ruining
the nobles, when your policy ought to
be to ruin the nobles by raising the
! people." Then, turning to the window,
; she paused for a moment, gazed out at
; the street, and turned again.
"It seems to me, from my experience
j of the world, that all conspirators are
. children. One can not help loving them
, as they beat their bare palms on the
, door, break their toys, succeed some
times In their little revolutions, which,
. however, leave the great world somi
' how the same aa before.” She came to
. him where he was sitting with his face
. between his hands, drew them away
. from his face and kissed him. Then
taking him by the hand, she talked to
. him, talked to him the philosophy of
, humanity divorced from the philosophy
• of hate, spoke simply and truly and
well. With humor and logic and that
bell-llke voice that was In itself an
argument, she led his mind as a child
! is led by a firm and gentle hand to
, the heights of her point of view.
"And now,” finished she, “choose, my
: friend, which you will have. Myself,
i my future, my love and the power to
work for your fellow-men by rational
1 methods—or the course you are now
, pursuing and the ruin It will lead to.”
He stood up, took both her hands
and held them while he spoke, looking
[ Into her eyes as he spoke.
“For you I would deny my religiqn
and my country, renounce my wealth
1 and title, walk barefoot through the
world and fling my soul to Satan, If by
| so doing I could buy you paradise."
"Then you will leave France with
i me?”
"I will.”
‘Forget your enmity to the king?”
i ”1 will, for you have shbwn me the
■ hatefulness of personal enmity. Your
i philosophy will be my philosophy. With
the same aim, let us work by different
i methods."
He folded her In his arms.
"Now leave me,” she said. "I have
• affairs to arrange before I start for
Complegne. I will return tomorrow
i afternoon. Will you meet me here at
3 o’clock?”
“I will be here. And your address at
, Complegne?”
i "My address will be the Villa Rose
: Complegne, the first house as you en
I ter the town by the Paris road.”
Continued Next Week.
Common Life Heroes.
From the Moline Mall.
In this age of get all you can along line*
' of least reslstence, and the casting of hon
esty to the winds, It is pleasant to note an
exception, to the rule. These are found
occasionally. Twenty years ago a Kan
1 sas City bank was swept under by the
' panic, and closed It doors owing 363,000 to
' depositors.
Willard P. Holmes, one of the owners,
wasn’t more responsible for the debt than
1 others. It had come through no special
fault of his. Times, as nley will, aim
, ply had got tight and forced a bust-up—
that’s all you could say about it. More
over, HolraeB’ personal fortune went with
the rest. He had been used and his wife
had been used to living well. Now, In
middle life, they found themselves strand
ed, with nothing but a small equity In a
mortgaged home.
By law Holmes could have gone Into
1 bankruptcy and thus cleared himself of
, every legal obligation. Men do that ev
ery day and don’t worry about the other
fellow. But the Holmses were better than
law honest. Their friends had put money
Into that bank, believing In him. It was
up to them, therefore, to see that every
lost penny should be paid back.
’The other day Holmes repaid the last
penny, principal and Interest, and took
the last receipt. To do it has meant 20
years of scrimping, of struggle; Bcrlmp
, lng by both, struggle by both. For the
wife, to be sure, bore the brunt of It. As
Holmes says, "She hfelped all the way.’’
Somehow we like to know of such peo
1 pie. They keep your faith sweet.
“Joe Davis, Martyr.”
From the Chicago Tribune.
In a little magazine published by all
Iowa seed concern there appears a little
sermon on road Improvements that ought
to be read by every farmer in this region
of bad roads. The sermon is entitled "Joe
. Davis, Martyr," and It Is Illustrated by
two photographs taken by the editor,
Henry Field, of Shenandoah, la. They
show a broken wooden bridge and Joe
Davis’ wrecked shelter engine. They do
not show Its owner, for he was In a hos
pital—dying.
The bridge he and his engine broke
through was old, wooden, with worm eat
en pine stringers. The road commission
ers are going to put In a concrete culvert
now. That doesn’t help Joe, or Joe’s wid
ow and his six children. The state of
Iowa has lost a good citizen, hard work
ing, useful. It was not economy to keep
that rotten bridge. It was waste,
Mr. Field declares there are 60,000 such
rotten bridge In Iowa alone. Then there
are probably that many or more In Illi
nois. As the Tribune pointed out the oth
er day, Iowa has spent 311.0,000,000 on her
roads and got In return some of the worst
In the country. Illinois has a record as
bad.
The situation was not created by lack
of money, but by Its foolish outlay. How
long are these two commonwealths to go
on pouring taxes through a sieve for the
sake of petty politicians and their Jobs?
For Posterity.
A ^luffraget was laying a corner
stone.
"What glijjl wo put under it?” was
the question.
"Samples of the current coins,” was
suggested.
"No,” declared the leader, "the men
used to do that. We’ll put a hobble
skirt, a bunch of puffs and a style book
for 1913.”
A Wilson Impression.
From the Correctlonvllle News.
There was little balm for the hidebound
party man In President Wilson’s Inaug
ural. He emphasized deeds not democrat,
, service not salaries, humanity not hand
‘ outs, practicalities not
Probably no little hint dropped by any
‘ body else for some time has fallen with
such a d s. thud as the one that office
seekers need not call at the White House.
j Quick, Heroic Work.
j Mrs. Ernest Still, of Atlanta, Ga., saved
• her 6-month-old baby by placing the little
j one In a steamer trunk, locking It up and
dragging it in a fireproof compartment
through a wall of flame. Mrs. Still was
P severely burned, but the baby was entirely
; unharmed.
/
“THE CLIMATE OF
WESTERN CANADA.”
AN IMPORTANT FACTOR IN CAN
ADA’S IMMIGRATION.
A letter dated February 2, 1913, pub
lished in a "People’s Voice’’ column in
a Swedish paper, while dealing with
other conditions in Canada, such as
grain yield, social conditions, etc.,
says: “We have had fine weather un
til New Year’s, when some snow fell
and it was cold for a few days, but
during the past few days we have
lovely weather again." The writer,
who lives near Davidson, Saak., says
they got from 30 to 35 bUBhels of wheat
per acre, 60 bushels of oats and about
20 bushels of flax. All homesteads are
taken in the vicinity, but wild land
can be bought at reasonable figures.
Word from Alberta gives the infor
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there were eighty-four and a quarter
hours of bright sunshine, but that did
not come up to the corresponding
month of 1912, when the meteorolog
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for the 29 days.
February was exceptionally fine all
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was a glorious month. However, tak
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the northern hemisphere, February has
! been marked by serious and sever*
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The coldest temperature this week
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and the coldest Wednesday was 11 be
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February 9 and 8.7 hours of bright sun
shine spread its glorious rays over
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Lessons in Housekeeping.
A young girl of fourteen whom I
know plans and cooks the dinner at
home one evening of each week, and
her mother stays away from the kitch
en entirely on this afternoon. The
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of money in the morning before he
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ing with this sum. The event is an
ticipated with great pleasure by all
the members of the family as well as
by the little cook, and the nourishing
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Your letter will be opened, read and answered
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GASTORIA
For Infanta and Children.
The Kind You Have
Always Bought
Thirty Years
GASTORIA
TMI ORMYAUM COMPANY. NSW YORK OITV.
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JOHN I.. THOMPSON SONS A CO.,Troy,N.*.
PIGEONS WANTED
Will pay $1.50 per dozen for live,
old pigeons delivered Chicago.
No commission. Price good till
May 31, 1913. Ship by express.
ROBERT E. COX, 305 W. So. Water St, Chicago, UL
Saskatchewan
Iuiin**
In the Provlnoe af
Saskatchewan,
Western Canada ;
„Do Ton desire to get a
Free Homestead of 160
ACR1CS of that well
known Wheat Land?
Is becoming more limited
s valuable.
W DISTRICTS
nuy been opened up for :
it, and into these rail
> now being built. The 4
soon come when there
e Homesteading
Current, Saskatchewan,
rrites: “l came on my
4, March 1906, with about ,
th of horses and machin
lust $86 in cash. Today I
icres of wheat, 800 acres
nd 60 acres of flax." Not
■x years, but only an ln
t what may be done in
Canada In Manitoba,
ewan or Alberta,
t once for Literature,
ilway Hates, etc., to §
ilu. Drum 578, Wdtftnrn. S. (_
7, l« Building, Ouutu, Uthtsku.
rtt.315 Jjdu«iSt.,St PmI.IUm.
l Government Anents, or
Superintendent of
ration, Ottuwu,Cuadk.
READERS-|
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thing advertised in its columns should I
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