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How One Woman Feels About
The Question of Polygamy
—
Viola Gillette Relates Incidents of Mormonism In Her Fam
ily—Says It Aims at Extinction of Selfishness
Which Is Impossible.
_
Marguerite Mooers Marshall In the New
York Evening World.
•‘As a woman I feel that polygamy
la Intolerably unfair and unjust to my
•ex and ever since I've been able to
think for myself I’ve known that I.
for one, could never stand for it. But
feminine prejudice aside, the system is
absolutely impracticable because it as
sumes at; a starting point the complete
extinction of all human selfishness and
human cruelty.”
That’s a Mormon woman's honest
analysis of plural marriage. She is
Miss Viola Gillette, who plays the title
role in “Iolanthe." She was born and
brought up in the shadow of the great
temple in Salt Lake City. Her grund
fathers were personal followers of Brig
ham Young, and one of them, Orson
Pratt, was the first man to enter Salt
Iztke valley. An uncle, Ben Rich, is in
charge of the Mormon missionary
headquarters In this city.
Although Miss Gillette Is a member
of the Mormon church, and the most
cordial relations exist between her and
her people, she discusses their early
theory of doVnestielty with remarkable
detachment and a keen sense of humor.
She opened tho conversation by
humming that bit of "Pinafore,” about.
His slsti^s and his cousins and his aunts,
Arid hisllstera and his cousins, whom he
reckons up by dozens.
And his aunts!
Has Ninety-Three Aunts end Uncles.
"More truth than poetry in that for
me!” she laughted. "You see, on one
side of the family I have 52 aunts
and uncles. And on the other side I
have 41 uncles and aunts. And as for
cousins, I never had time enough to
count ‘em>
"I had an invitation a few months
ago to attend a reunion of my mother's
family, the Riches. There were only
16,000 thousand! We couldn't find a
building to hold us and hud to meet on
the shores or tho Great Bear lake in
Idaho. And these were Just the rela
tives on my mother’s side. When I
play in Salt Rake City I gave two spe
cial matinees for my relatives and even
then they can’t all hear me.”
"Good gracious!” I gasped. It was not
a particularly brilliant remark, but
what can you expect from a person wiio
has only one uncle, one aunt and one
coiiHtn to her name. There's room for
my close relatives in one small birch
bark canoe.
“You see both my grandfathers were
polygami3ts," Miss Gillette continued,
Imperturbably. "They believed in a
large family circle.”
“I wonder how your grandmothers
felt about it?” I mused.
Wife Did the Proposing.
"I asked one of them," replied Miss
Gillette,
“One day, when my grandmother and
I were quite alone, I said; ‘Now, dear,
tell me truly just exactly how you felt
when my grandfather told you that he
wanted to take other wives.' My grand
mother was a first wife. She looked me
squarely in the eye and answered: ‘I
was so convinced that it was absolutely
right for my husband to marry several
times that I myself did the proposing
for him In the case of other wives, and
made all tho domestic arrangements.'
“I looked at my grandmother,” ended
the granddaughter, "and said, ‘Is it
possible that you and I are of the same
flesh?'
"That was one side of It. On the
other hand, I know my mother would
have been absolutely wretched if my
father had 'aken another wife, though
plural marriages were still performed
In their youth. Father never could stay
out late without mother’s putting him
through a regular catechism when he
returned. I remember hearing him tell
her he knew with her temperament it
would bo most unwiBe for him to con
tract other domestic obligations and
he had no Intention of such a thing,
so she needn’t worry. I
"Ono of my uncles was very much In
love with his wife and didn’t want any
tiody else. But she was so religious she
insisted on his raising two families to
the glory of God. He refused until she
proposed to a young woman in his be
half and actually built and furnished a
house for No. 2. Then he yielded. But
about 2 o’clock in the morning after
the wedding hb heard a great thump
ing on the door of his new house, and
when he answered there was my aunt,
ng, ‘John! John! Come home! I
tl;..ught I could stand It, but I can’t!’
“A man was supposed always to con
sult his first wife In choosing the
others, and. If she seriously objected, to
refrain from other unions. Of course,
there were those who didn't live up to
this Ideal.”
Girls Have Right to Refuse.
*U3ut how about the girls?” I asked.
"Were they allowed to refuse to be
come second or third or fourth wives,
if they were unwilling?”
"Certainly, I knew of a Mormon elder
who wont to a young girl and said
that in a dream he had seen himself
united to her, and he hoped she would
recognize the omen. She said, 'Now,
elder, please go home, and If I dream
about you, which, I haven't done yet,
I'll accept your offer.’
“I am absolutely certain that In ac
cordance with the law of the land, no
plural marriages are being contracted
among the Mormons now, although you
could hardly expect the older men to
desert women who had been faithful to
them for years, and whom they had al
ways regarded as their wives.
"When I was a little girl I was a firm
believer In polygamy,” concluded Miss
Gillette, laughing. “The children in
Mormon famllTes are nearly always
well treated and happy. In the old days
they visited back and forth among all
the wives of their father, calling th<$m
'aunts.’ But I think there were always
unhappy women, although pride In
duced them to conceal their feeling, and
I am glad the practice is given up."
CREDITORS DIG UP
FUND TO HUNT MAN
WHO STOLE MILLION
Victims of George Wagner,
Missing Clubman, Start
World Wide Search.
LONG PRACTICED DECEIT
Many Women Say Thay Ware Laft
Ponnilas By tha Speculations
of So-Called “Model
Lawyer.”
Philadelphia—George M. Wagner, at
torney and member of the Union
Lehgue club and other high class organ
Ixatlons, lost *1.000,000 In speculation,
according to Joseph Carson, receiver in
charge of the fugitive’s affairs.
None escaped ills rapacity; relatives
and friends suffered the same as
atrangers, but the big losers are wom
en, widows of men who were wealthy
or in moderate circumstances, accord
ing to Receiver Carson. And the money
Just passed through the hands of
Wagner, according ot the meagre ac
count he left, and was Immediately
thrown into the maw of stock specula
tion in which lie became interested 21
years ago.
Mr. Carson sorrowfully Informed the
creditors that he had searched safety
deposit boxes and the onlv thing he
could find was worthless paper.
An inventory shows that Wagner
robbed the estate of Esther W.
Schmueker, an aunt, of *16,665 in per
sonal property and *11,150 in real estate.
Tills became known when the aged
aunt bravely made the announcement
that anything she possessed was at
the disposal of her nephew to assist
him in straightening out ills difficul
ties.
Two warrants for Wagner have been
Issued, one charging him with looting
an estate of *5,000 and the other with
looting an estate of *25,000.
A hundred other warrants might be
Issued, but the creditors who have de
cided to subscribe to a fund to have a
world-wide hunt for the attorney think
two warrants are enough.
In the list of creditors names of
widows predominate. Eight estutes,
under his charge show a loss of *560,
000. and in almost every case the bene
xiclartes of the estate are left home
less.
One report places Wagner In Eu
rope. another In a sanatorium.
Mrs. Henrietta Wertz. SO, who loses
about $83.WO through his peculations,
lived with her two daughters on the
Interest of the money supposed to be
safe with Wagner.
"After ray husband died." she said,
"and It seemed as If an angel had
been sent me In my affliction."
A11 the other women seem to have 1
felt the same way about Wagner. He
was 66. suave, kindly and always In
terested. He never drunk, gambled
with cards, or pmoked
But the record he left behind shows
he was a stock gambler of the heav
iest kind, and had been from the age
of 32. when he took his first flyer Into
the market. He robbed Peter to pay
Paul—took from one estate to keep up
payments on another.
His book* show he saw his doom ap
proaching. He kept up his speculation
until the last In the Inst few years,
when he saw the financial flood getting
deeper and deeper, he told the persons
of whose estates he had charge that
investments were bad. that the Interest
rates were being cut In half and In
stead of paying the Income he should
have had paid he) only paid half of the
amount.
And still the womon he was swind
ling believed him.
Shadows.
From the Woman's World.
It Is the shadows that make the
beauty of life.
They make the richness of life.
If you could be always perfectly
happy you would miss the sweetest
secret of existence, for that secret is
hidden In sorrow. It Is the shadows
that make us human. It is well to bo
happy. It Is better t*o be human.
"The shadows!” exclaims Augustus
Rodin, as he gazes upon the Venus do
Milo in the Louvre. “The divtne play
of shadows on antique marbles! One
might say that shadows love master
pieces. They hang upon them, they
make, for them adornment. I find only
among the Gothics and with Rem
brandt such orchestras of shadows.
They surround beauty with mystery;
they pour peace over .us.”
Suffering alonw can lead souls Into
the high majesty of living. 7
No man could have amassed enough
treasures of feeling and of divine
humanity to becomo master of the
world, except "a man of sorrows and
acquainted with grief."
Postpone tho Harmony.
From the Kansas City Star.
The debate between Henry J. Allen and
Charles F. Scott at Yates Center yester
day was the first of the series to be held
In Kansas during the summer.
The report of the debate In the Star of
this morning Bhows that the fear of the
republican leaders as to Its effect upon
Kansas was not altogether groundless.
With Mr. Scott contending that there Is
no place In the grand old party for the
progressives, and Mr. Allen presenting
the reason why no progressive should be
classed as a republican, the debates are
certain to Increase the discomfort of the
old party leaders during the hot summer
iTloilths.
But the debates themselves will be a
real source of pleasure to the people of
Kansas. Two of Its very ablest young
men are contending for their political
principles In these debates, and the big
crowd that heard them yesterday Is evi
dence of the fact that they will be the
topic of chief Interest In Kansas this
summer.
The standpatters who are wasting time
"cooing a love song" to the progressives,
ns Mr. Scott put It yesterday, had as
well postpone their harmony movement
until tho big political show has closed—
and then It may be too late.
Japanese and the Philippines.
In a recent issue of Harper's Weekly
appears an Interesting article by Vic
tor Rousseau, in which this author
takes the view that Japan must soon
acquire the Philippines or sturve. He
goes on to show that the Philippines
aro in the direct path of Japan’s south
ern expansion, and that they are the
only territory in which Japan can ade
quately settle its surplus people. These
islands have an area slightly larger
than Japan, and a population of fewer
than 8,000.000. This article concludes
with the following paragraph: “A Phil
ippine republic is an unrealizable as
piration, nor could it survive; nor could
we carry out our guarantee of protec
tion. To set up one would be\to invite
reoccupation within a term of years.
But to approach Japan, offering her
the protectorate over the islands, would
convert an Inevitable enemy into a
friend and ally whoso assistance would
be of Incalculable value in the devel
opment of our Chinese trade, the rec
ognition of our title to the Hawaiian
Islands, and our security upon our
western shores."
Mrs. Twicksmbury.
From the Christian Register,
i “Mr. Green’s youngest son,” said Mrs.
i Twlckembury, "hasn’t done aetroke of
i work for six months. Just living on hi*
i father! I'm afraid he going to t« noth
1 ing but a parrlcida."
m-MINISTER
y POLICE
By HENRY MONTJOY
Cap* right, 1912. The Bobba-McrriO 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 foment and
unrest; when Voltaire was breaking to
pieces the shackles of religion; when
Rousseau at the Cafe de Regenanoe 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 revolution.
Madame Linden, an Austrian lady,
fcfter completing a simple mission to the
French country, lingers on in Paris, en
joying the gay life there. De Sartines, the
minister of police, thinks she has some
pther motive than pleasure in delaying
her departure and surrounds her with
spies to discover, if possible, whether she
|s dabbling in state plots.
De Lussac is a noble of exceptional
fcharacter of that period. Handsome, with
fell the elegance of a man of the court,
there is stilt about him something that
stamps him as a man apart, something of
the visionary, the enthusiast and the poet,
fare in that age of animal lust, chilling
wit and embroidered brutality. He is, In
fact, steeped* in the philosophy of Rous
feau and is trying to put this philosophy
;nto practice through his connection with
il secret society that is plotting the down
fall of the state Before he has gone far
enough to incriminate himself hd* falls In
love with the beautiful Austrian, who per
suades him his method of righting the
wrongs of humanity is Impracticable, and
fends by promising to go to Vienna with
her to live.
As he leaves her house a fellow con
spirator, his chief, joins him, says several
of their members are arrested, and en
trusts the secret,articles of the association
to him. He then explains to De Lussac
that their only hope is to Intimidate the
minister of police. This can be accom
plished only by obtaining an incriininat
(ng contract signed by the minister of po
ice and in the possession and safe kcep
ng of De Richelieu, De Lussac’s cousin.
With thls contract in their possession they
•an dictate terms to the minister of po
lice, obtain the release of the members
already imprisoned and be safe them
lelves.
De Lussac goes home, buries the papers
he has just received, writes Madame Lin
den that he is attempting one last missldh
for the society, and also writes an asso
ciate telling him where the papers may be
found in case of his death. Then he en
ters Richelieu’s home and almost succeeds
In getting the document, but is surprised
and leaves it in a drawer which he has
unlocked. Before he can make another
attempt he is arrested and taken to the
Bastile but not before he has told Madame
Linden how nearly he succeeded in get
;lng the document. She, realizing how
Sesperato her lover’s position is, visits
Richelieu’s home and succeeds where her
lover has failed.
CHAPTER IV (Continued).
A knock came to the door and tho
same Bervant who had brought the let
ter from the king entered.
"Monsieur," said the lackey, ‘‘a lady
to see you.”
“A lady at this hour? What is her
name?”
“Madame la Earonne Linden, mon
sieur.”
"Mordleu!” said the marechal. “’Tis
late for a visit of this sort. “Show her
In.
Raffe began to move toward the door.
“You are going?”
“Yes, monsieur, but I leave a piece
of advice behind me. This is a woman
to beware of.” Eveh as he spoke tho
door reopened, and Madame Linden
was shown in. As she entered Raffe
made his escape.
De Richelieu, who had risen, bowed
to the baroness.
“This Is an unexpected pleasure,
madame.”
"Not to me, monsieur,” replied the
baroness, taking the chair indicated by
him, "since I have come from Paris
with the express purpose of seeing
you.”
“I feel honored,” replied the couHly
old marechal; “deeply honored,
charmed. And -to what motive may I
attribute so long a Journey at such an
hour?—for Paris is five leagues from
my gates, madame.”
The baroness laughted in almost an
hysterical manner.
"Five! Why, monsieur, it seemed to
mo 50, alone, shut up in the darkness
of my carriage, with no companion oth
er than my own thoughts and the fear
of bandits.”
“Yes, yes; but the motive, dear lady,
that forced you to confront these
fears?”
The motive, monsieur, was to make
a confession and to ask a favor.”
“And the confession? I will take that
first,” laughed monsieur le marechal
sitting down In an easy chair close to
her and producing his snuff box.
“Monsieur, I am in love.”
Be Richelieu opened the lid of his
snuff box, laughing slightly as if a lit
tle Joke had escaped from it.
“Then, madame,” said he, "there .is
at least one man living who can say
with truth, ‘I am the happiest man in
France! ’ ”
"Alas, monsieur, no; far from being
happy, he is the most miserable.”
She watched his hands playing with
tho snuff box; hands still beautiful de
spite .wars and years, and white, al
most, as the ruffles of Mechlin lace that
half hid them.
“The most miserable!”
“Alas, yes, monsieur.”
“And his name,. this extraordinary
person?"
The Comte Armand de Dussac, mon
sieur. your kinsman.”
She had no hope at all of Immediate
help from Do Richelieu, yet, as she
■poke tho words, anxiety almost to suf
focation seized her, for she knew that
by the manner of the marechal when
he heard De Lussae's name she wbuld
know whether he had opened the
drawer and discovered that it had been
tampered will}.
De Richelieu, however, showed no
sign at all of anger at the name, and
she knew by his manner that all was
still right. She could have laughed
alound, so great was her relief. Hope,
the water of t’’o strong and the wine
of the week, sent the blood coursing
more rapidly through her veins,
heightening tho color of her cheek and
the brightness of her eyes and lending
the last touch of perfection to her
beauty.
"Well, mudame.” said the old warrler
warming to her charms, "what will you
have? You love a philosopher, that Is
to say, a creature who Is miserable
when other men are happy, and happyi
when other men are miserable: who
lives in a tub like Monsieur Diogenes
when other men live In houses."
“Monsieur.” replied she, "Monsieur de
Lussae today, at the order of Monsieur
de Sar-tines, has been seized and Im
prisoned In the fortress of the bastile."
De Richelieu started and almost
dropped the snuff box with which he
was still toying.
"Armand Imprisoned In the bastile!
Why. he is still my guest! We had
dejeuner together today; It U true, he
went to Parts this afternoon, but I ex
pected him to return tonight."
"Monsieur, what I have said Is true,
for I had It from the lips of Monsieur
de Kartlnea hlrrself.”
The marechal took another pinch of
snuff. The news did not altogether dis
please him nor did It altogether aston
ish him. The king had given him very
uirect hints as to the political health
of his kinsman; there was no disgrace
In Imprisonment under a lettre de
cachet, and he felt that a course of
severe treatment was Just the medicine
required to bring his cousin from
philosophy to reason. Profoundly sel
fish, he had no pity at all for the per
sonal feelings of the captive on the
matter.
"Well, madams," said he, “now that
I have heard your confession, I can
guess your request. You wish me to
intercede for this unfortunate philoso
pher. Well, you may rest assured that
I will place the whole matter before
the king. It will take a few days, no
doubt. I do not know. De Sartines’ rea
son for this act. Armand, I believe,
has been mixing himself up with those
confounded philosophers, but he is a
gentleman, and I am sure has done
nothing of a nature that will preclude
mo from pressing his claims before the
king.”
The baroness tried to imagine the
marechal's face had he known that
here, but a few hours ago, De Dussac
had tried to rob him of a document in
volving the honor of the king. She
knew that all hope of help from De
Richelieu was vain; days must elapse
in the most favorable circumstances
before the young man could be-freed,
and during those days the marechal
would most certainly discover that
some one had been to his drawer,
found the secret pane!, and attempt to
abstract the document. His keen mind
would at once know who the culplt was,
and De Dussnc’s fate would be impri
sonment for life.
De Richelieu, for his own sake, would
be compelled to act in the matter in
such a way that there would be no
chance of the scandal against the king
ever escaping.
The baroness had used her appeal for
De kussac only as the opening gambit
*n *J>e desperate and dangerous game
for his life which was now beginning".
“Thank you, monsieur," said she. "I
knew that in appealing to you I shbuld
not be wrong.” Then, seeming to dis
miss De Dussac from her mind "but
monsieur, I had another motive for my
Journey tonight—” she paused.
“Yes, madame?”
‘‘Monsieur, I will be frank with you
That motive was—myself.”
”A more charming motive, but on.;
which I can not, yet fully under
stand—"
“I had more truly said self—and more
truly, selfish. Surely, monsieur, that
is a motive that any politician can
understand? You see I am frank.”
"I hear you say so, madame, and
you alarm me.”
“In what way?”
“Why, madame,” daughted De Riche
lieu. “you are the first women I have
ever heard admitting the fact of her
selfishness. It does not seem natural.”
“And it seems to me,” replied the
baroness with a little grimace, “that I
am the first human being to whom
Monsieur le Marechal Due de Richelieu
has admitted the fact that he is capa
ble of being frightened.” She rose to
her feet. "Monsieur, I will go, for at
this rate we shall soon have no secrets
to hide from one another. You are
dangerous to me. I am dangerous to
you.” She moved toward the door.
“Stay, madame,” cried De Richelieu,
perplexed and fascinated, feeling that
there -was something more personal to
him in the visit of the charming crea
ture than an attempt to enlist him in
the cause of De Lussac. “One moment."
He had risen with her.
"For what?” asked she, pausing.
“For what? Petite mysterleusel For
what did you corns these five leagues?
Why did you face the darkhess, the
fear of bandits?"
"Ma foi,” replied she, her hand upon
the door handle. ‘‘It seems to me I
came to confess that I was selfish, to
make you confess that you were cap
able of fear, and all in the first few
minutes of our interview. Heavens!
Monsieur, as I said a few mofnents.ago,
if our interview \«sre to last an hour,
at this rate, we should have nothing
to hide one from the other.”
“You perplex me," said the marechal,
now completely fascinated but not
knowing how to take her.
She laughed. “There you are again,
monsieur! More admissions of weak
ness. Monsieur de Richelieu, who
reads women as other men read books,
Monsieur de Richelieu, the most, astute
man in France, perplexed by an adven
turess!"
"Adventuress!”
"There, again!” cried the baroness,
opening the door as if to escape. “An-,
other confession! Oh, monsieur, let
me go, for if we remain longer to
gether this interview will be destruc
tive to both our self-respects.”
De Richelieu took her firmly by the
hand, closed the door and led her back
to her chair.
"Rxtraordtnary and charming wom
an,” said the old warrior as she let
herself be led like a child. ‘‘You are
not now talking to Monsieur de Rich
elieu, but to the marechal pf France,
who Is at your commands, and who
commands you.”
"I obey the conqueror of Mahon.”
i “Then madame, as a good soldier, I
command you to speak. Why did you
come to me tonight?"
"Monsieur, I have forgotten.”
“Forgotten!”
“I ought to say. I do not choose to
remember. I would rather forget.
Monsieur, X have changed my mind.
When I came to you tonight I came
on account of poor Monsieur de Lus
sac, but I admit I had the thought of
asking for a favor for myeslf at the
all but royal hands of Monsieur le
Due de Richelieu. Well, monsieur,
when it comes to the point, my cour
age is not there to meet me. And 1
say to myself. ‘Why should I ask a
favor of one who scarcely knows mo?1
Monsieur, spare my feelings."
"Madame, spare mine. I bum to
be of service to you. Speak.”
"Well, then, monsieur." said she, as
though suddenly making up her mind,
“I would ask your help.”
“Against whom?”
"Monsieur, I am beset by cats.”
“Cats?”
“Madame d’Harlancourt hates me.”
“Aha!”
“Madame de Stenlis insulted me to
day.”
“Yes?” _.
"Monsieur de Joyeuse flung his mud
at me.”
"But he is not a cat.”
“No, monsieur, he is a cur.”
De Richelieu laughed. “Well, ma
dame, and how can I help you against
these people?”
"Oh, monsieur, you have only to raise
your voice and all these creatures will
fly. But wait! I said to myself, who
is there in all France that I can ask
for a word of friendliness? All the
men of the court are men of the world
who would not understand me. There
is only one, the Due de Richelieu, a
great soldier, a courtier, and a man
whose age places him above the fu
tilities of the world."
De Richelieu made a little grimace.
"I came here tonight and I found
myself face to face with a man who,
whatever his age may be, is not an
old man, and—you see I am quite
frank with you—I feared—”
“Oh, madame, why should you fear?”
"Alas! Monsieur—an unprotected
woman—”
De Richelieu drew his chair close to
hers and took her hand.
"Madame,” said he, "you have sought
my protection. Why, then, should you
fear your protector?"
"Why—I fear myself too. Now, you
see, I am making more confessions.
Believe me, it were better I should
go. The women of the court who at
tack me are better, perhaps, than the
men who would defend me. I shall
leave France. Monsieur, release my
hand.”
"A moment."
“Ah, yes, a moment—that is what
men always say when they can think
of nothing better. Monsieur, the mo
ment has passed."
De Richelieu, instead of releasing
her hand, slipped down on one knee
beside her; the fire in the old mare
chal's blood had broken into flame,
taking the captured hand in his left
hand, his right arm slipped round her
waist.
“Monsieur,” said she, drawing slight
ly away, “that is encroachment.”
“No, madame, it is the smallest
waist in the world.”
“Monsieur, if I were a designing
woman I might, now, turn you round
my finger. Oh, how weak are men!'
"Yes, madame, men are weak,
always, before loveliness.”
“Then, monsieur, be strong.”
“I am; at. the moment, perhaps, I
am the strongest man in France.”
“Then have pity on the weakest wo
man.
“I am all pity for weakness; though
I hold you like this, it is only to
symbolize that protection which is at
your service. You say you have wom
en enemies who are pressing you
hard—”
“No, monsieur, it Is you who are
pressing me hard and when hard
pressed, a woman cries out. Monsieur,
I am about to cry out.”
“A truce, then," cried De Richelieu,
releasing her and rising to his feet.
The baroness also rose up.
“The conqueror of Mahon calling for
a truce! Monsieur, you are defeated!"
“I acknowledge it.”
“I have wound you round my finger."
“Then, cherie, wind me round again,"
cried Richelieu, laughing, half piqued
fire in his eye, and advancing vic
toriously, upon her.
This was the real attack, and
Madame Linden, with a little scream,
such as women give when they see a
mouse, outstretched her hands and held
him off. Struggling with him, half
laughing, panting, she suddenly drew
back.
"Monsieur,” said she in a low voice,
“a moment—there is some one at the
door.”
De Richelieu, flushed and almost
triumphant, turned to the door with a
terrible oath. He opened it. There was
no one.
' “Ah, monsieur, but there was,” said
she, still in that muted voice that led
‘the hopes of the old man heavenward.
“I heard some one. Go into the cor
ridor and see that we are alone."
He went into the corridor and in
stantly she closed the door and locked
it on him. She flashed across the room
to the bureau. The blood surging to
her face, ringing in her ears, she seized
the handle of the top right-hand
drawer; it yielded. The drawer was
still open; she pulled It out; on the
top of a number of papers lay a folded
document.
“Madame, madame!” came De Rich
elieu’s vtilce from the other side of the
door, as he tapped lightly with his
knuckles. “Open! Think if any of the
servants were to come!"
“Monsieur,” cried she In an even
voice, as she unfolded and glanced at
the document. "Before I let you in I
must dictate terms.’’
"Anything,” replied the voice of the
due. “Only open.”
She saw De Sartlnes’ signature,
folded the document and gently closed
the drawer. All the time she was
speaking to him In that wonderful level
voice that told nothing of her emo
tions or her triumph.
“Well, monsieur, my terms ape
simple. You must promise me solemnly
not to molest me.”
"Yes, yes, I promise.”
"Not to touch me.” As she advanced
toward the door she was putting the
document In her pocket.
“I promise.”
“On your word?”
“On my word.”
"Well, then monsieur. I will open."
She opened the door.
(Continued next week.)
Amending the Erdman Act.
From the Washington Star.
Efforts to amend the Erdman act in
such a manner as to make dt more surely
operative in the prevention of strike*
through arbitration promise immediate
success under the stimulus of a desire to
prevent a new threatened railroad strike.
This is to be accomplished by enlarging
the number of arbitrators and the appoint
ment of a mediator by the president, in
dependent of all government bureaus. But
this amendment does not reach the vital
point of the situation. There is no pro
vision which makes submission to arbi
tration on the part of two sides to a
labor controversy compulsory. The ob
jection to the Erdman act as It stands
Is that tho number of arbitrators Is not
enough to decide the complicated Issues
Involved In a railroad dispute. The amend
ment will Increase the number to six,
with the mediator serving as the seventh
member. It will still be possible for either
the railroads or the operatives In a dls
-pute to object to Submission of a case
to arbitration, on the ground of the num
ber of arbitrators or any other ground
they may wish to advance. Thus the pub
lic welfare Is made dependent upon the
willingness of one side or tile other to go
to the arbitration court. Strikes are still
possible. Strikes should be made Impos
sible by providing for the assured refer
ence of such disputes as affect the car
rying of the people and their goods of
necessity to a final trlbunaJ for determi
nation.
H is Business.
From Llpplncott's.
"You Insist that the officer arrested
you while you were quietly attending
to your own business?” ^
"Yes. your honor. He c*.ught me
suddenly by the collar, and threatened
to strike me with his club unless I
accompanied him to the station house."
“You say you were quietly attending
to your own business, making no nolae
or commotion of any kind?”
"Yes, your honor.”
‘What Is your business T~
Tm a burglar.”
CROP CONDITIONS ll\T
WESTERN CANADA
ARE THE MOST PROMISING FOR,
MANY YEARS.
The deepest Interest Is attached to
the condition of the grain crops ia
Western Canada, especially among
the thousands in the United States
who are financially Interested in lands
in that country. This Interest is fully
as great among those who hare
friends there following farming and
growing of grain.
The reports from Canadian govern
ment officials convey the Information
that the area under crop this year Id
the provinces of Manitoba, Saskatche
wan and Alberta will probably be no
greater than that of last year. Last
fall the weather wae such that there
was not as much fall plowing as had
been hoped for. The getting ready of
land this spring made a considerable
j port ion of the grain late in seeding.
(Notwithstanding this, wheat, oats>
barley and flax were got in in good
shape, although from a week to ten
'days later than last year. On ths
27th of June the reports regarding
crop conditions generally in Western
Canada were: “Abundant sunshine
with timely and copious rain through
out Western Canada gives every as
surance of generous harvest. Climatic
conditions in recent weeks have been
absolutely ideal. Western correspon
dents agree in predicting every indi
cation of a bumper crop under favop
able conditions. Wheat should ba
headed out in Manitoba between July
10th and 12th, and in Saskatchewan
and Alberta from 15th to 17th. The
oat crop is looking well, although lata
ind rather short in straw.”
This ie followed by a report July
5th: “Crop conditions continue in
Bame satisfactory condition as last
week. Plenteous rains have fallen all
over prairie provinces, followed by
general warm and splefSjid growing
weather. Experts agrefe sufficient
Moisture for many weeks, while crop
s ten to fifteen days late, prospects
are extremely favorable and condi
:lonal upon reasonable weather for
next four weeks. Splendid western
srop is assured.”
There is, therefore, the best reasoiv
to anticipate most magnificent crop*
Jhroughout Western Canada in 1913.—
Advertisement.
How to See Through Paper.
A very remarkable experiment
which any one can repeat with very
little trouble has been unearthed by a
German. Take a piece of paper of
«uch thickness that, when it is laid
npon a piece of printed matter, the
tharacters just show through, but can*
tot be read. Placing it over a printed
sheet, impart to it a circular motion
lo and fro, and to your surprise you
will find that now yoij can read the
print below the paper.1
It is rather difficult to explain this
peculiar effect. The explanation of
fered is that the paper has thin places
in it, and by rapidly moving it over
Ihe pript, every part of the printed
matter is exposed in turn underneath
one or the other of the thin places in
ihe paper, and thus the entire print
can be read. However that may be,
the experiment is interesting and very
jimple, requiring for its performance
inly the simplest means imaginable.
In the Making of Mirrors.
A chemical action of the ultravio
let rays, applicable to the making of!
mirrors, was recently demonstrated'
at the French Academy of Sciences.,
This action consists in decomposing t
gaseous metallic compounds and pre
cipitating the metal in finely divided j
particles on glass to form a reflecting j
iurface. By this method it is possible \
to produce mirrors backed by a re-!
reflecting layers of zinc, antimony and
ather nonprecious metals. It is said 1
that the result compares favorably j
with the silvered mirror.—Popular I
Mechanics.
Real Diplomacy.
In the silk department a woman was j
in great agitation. She had bought a,
3!>cent rejnnant, found she couldn’t |
use it and wanted it taken back. She,
was in fear and trembling, and ready;
to get much excited if they wouldn’t..
But they did. "You wonder why we,
exchanged that?” asked the buyer.
"True, we may not be able to sell it
again, for she’s had it a week, but if
we didn’t she might never come in
the store again. Some are so easily
offended. Didn’t you see how pleased
Bhe was? She might give us a big
order now. Yes, women are queer.
Some day I’m going to write a book
about ’em.”
Warm Enough?
While coaching a class of children
for a little play, the teacher told the.
.hoys that In the third act they would!
have to wear their heavy overcoats,
as that would be the snow scene. Af
ter a short silence a little fellow about
seven years old raised his hand and
said; “Teacher, father can’t finish
my overcoat In time because he works
late; but will it be all right If I wear
my heavy underwear?"
Day of Sailing Ship Ended.
Apparently, the foreign type sailing
ship has practically disappeared for
good from lnternatldnal trade in the
Pacific ocean. The Hong Kong har
'bor statistics for 1912 return just one
sailing ship entered for that year—
t the sole survivor of the great clipper
ship trade of half a century and more
ago. This lone ship, the large
four-roaster Comet of the Standard
Oil company, was the last of'a con
siderable fleet employed In the oil
trade between the east coast of tb%
United States and Hong Kong.
