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Misplaced. First Cinder—Why so angry? Second Cinder—I’ve been wasting time in a glass eye. Mrs.Winslow's Soothing Syrup rer Children issuing, softens the gnms, redness InUtnnt lion,alleys pels.seres wind ooilcjhs » bottled* Improving the 8hinlng Hours. Blobbs—Why do you liken Hard uppa to the busy bee? He’s not par ticularly industrious, Is he? Slobbs—Oh, no, It isn’t that, but nearly every one he touches gets stung. Not the Way. An "advanced" woman tells the New York Tribune that "women are headed straight for trousers.” We beg to inform the dear girl that the manner of approach must be reversed before the effort can be successful.— Louisville Courier-Journal. SCALP TROUBLE FOR YEARS 268 Harrison St., Elyria, Ohio.—"My case was a scalp trouble. I first no ticed small bunches on my scalp which commenced to itch and I would scratch them and In time they got larger, forming a scale or scab with a little pus, and chunks of hair would come out when I would scratch them off. It caused me to lose most of my hair. It became thin and dry and life less. I was troubled for over tea years with It until It got so bad I was ashamed to go to a barber to get my hair cut. "I tried everything I could get hold of,-and-, but received no cure until I commenced using Cuticu ra Soap and Ointment when the scale commenced to disappear. The way I used the Cuticura Soap and Ointment was to wash my scalp twice a day with warm water and Cuticura Soap and rub on the Cuticura Ointment. I received benefit In a couple of weeks and was cured in two months.” (Signed) F. J. Busher, Jan. 28, 1913. Cuticura Soap and Ointment sold throughout the world. Sample of each free,with 32-p. Skin Book. Address post card "Cuticura, Dept. L, Boston.”—Adv. Original 8ort of Ham. A lady gave a luncheon recently and explained that she always cooked ham by the recipe used by Thomas Jeffer son, which had been handed down In her family for yeare. This recipe required that the ham be cooked for about two hours by simmering, but, under no condition must It be allowed to boil? A ham was on the stove, its des tinies presided over by a young col ored woman from up In the mountains. * "Jane," called the mistress of the house, "don’t let that ham boll.” “No’um,” replied Jane, “I ain't er gwine to boll no ham. Its on the stove now Just a slmperingl” Interesting Beginning. A fair graduate was conversing with a young gentleman who had been presented to her after the commence ment exercUes. ' "Well,” she sighed happily, "I am - an A B. now. Of coiirse you have a degree?” "Yes," he replied, "but I am only a B." The fair grad pondered. The de gree was puzzling. "Why, what la that?" she asked. "Bachelor,” ho said. 8tung. “I want my money back for these here socks," said the man as he hand ed the clerk a package. “The sign you Ttad up said the socks was guaranteed fer three months." “Well, what’s the matter with the socks?" asked the clerk. "I only wore them three weeks, and 1 had to take them off and buy another pair because thie pair had holes in the toes,” replied the man. All a Means of Advancement Apply thyself earnestly to thy task, whether it be small or great, for the achievement of years Is but the study of many days.—Simon de Bruges. CLOUDED BRAIN Clears Up on Change to Proper Food. The brain cannot work with clear ness and accuracy, if the food taken Is not fully digested, but is retained in the stomach to ferment and form poisonous gases, etc. A dull, clouded brain Is likely to be the result. A Mich, lady relates her experience In changing her food habits, and re sults are very Interesting: “A steady diet of rich, greasy foods such as sausage, buckwheat cakes and so on, finally broke down a stomach and nerves that, by Inheritance, were sound and strong, and medicine did no apparent good in the way of relief. "My brain was clouded and dull and I was suffering from a case of consti pation that defied all remedies used. "The ‘Road to Wellvllle,’ In some providential way, fell into my bands, and may Heaven's richest blessings fall on the man who was Inspired to write it. "I followed directions carefully, the physical culture and all, using Grape Nuts with sugar and cream, leaving meat, pastry and hot biscuit entirely out of my bill of fare. The result— I am In perfect health once more. "I never realize I have nerves, and my stomach and bowels are In tine condition. My brain Is perfectly clear and I am enjoying that state of health which God intended his creatures should enjoy and which all might have, by giving proper attention to their food." Name given by Poetum Co.. Battle Creek, Mich. Read *“Th* Road to Wellville," in pkgs. “There's a reason.” Ever rend the above hunt A lea 1 Me appears Irom time to time. The» ■re peaolne, true, aad full of humus him* * l9he MINISTER POLICE By HENRY MONTJOY C—yri«lW. 1*12, Tho Bohbo-MgrriB Comp—j. 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 Regenance was preaching the right to think; and when a thousand men, some In the gutter, some near the throne, were prep- 'ing the great explosion of the revolution. . , Madame Linden, an Austrian lady, after completing a simple mission to the French county, lingers on In Paris, enjoy ing the gay life there. De Sartlnes, the minister or 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, something or the visionary, the enthusiast and the poet, rare in that age of antmal lust, chilling wit and embroidered brutality. He Is, in fact, steeped In the philosophy of Rous seau and Is trying to put this philosophy Into practice through his connection wltn a secret society that Is plotting the down fall 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. As he leaves her house a fellow con spirator, his chief, Joins him, says several of their members are arrested, ana 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 Incriminat ing contract signed by the minister of po lice and In the possession and safe keep ing of De Richelieu. De Lussac’s cousin. With this contract In their possession they can dictate terms to the minister of po lice, obtain the release of the members already Imprisoned and be safe them selves. Du Lussac goes home, buries the papers he has Just received, writes Madame Lin den that he Is attempting one last mission for the society, and alBO writes an asso ciate telling him where the papers may be found In case of his death. Then he enters Richelieu's home and alnjost suc ceeds In getting the document, but Is sur prised and leaves It In a drawer which he has unlocked. Before he can make an other attempt he la arrested and taken to the Bastlle but not before he has told Madalme Linden how nearly he succeeded fn getting the document. She, realizing how desperate her lover's position is, vis its Richelieu's horns and succeeeds where her lover has failed. CHAPTER IV (Continued). "Mordleu," cried De Richelieu, half laughing and more than ever fascinat ed. “What a position for me had one of the servants come!” “And what a position for me, mon sieur!” She was now flushed, laughing, ex cited; as though her success had elec trified her mind, of a sudden a new plan full-born and alluring rose before her. She had triumphed on behalf of De I.ussac; she had In her hand a terrible weapon. Another woman would have contented herself with that evening’s work;'not so Madame Linden. To strike all her enemies with one blow, to ruin De Sartlnes and to humble the D’Harlancourt, Madame de Stenlls and De Joyeuse at the same time, that was her scheme; and she determined thfct De Richelieu should help her In It. "At least, madame, you were on the right sido of the door," replied the marechal, "and ma fol, but one might fancy that loveliness had locked herself in with you and you had changed clothes. Would that I had put my eye to the keyhole!” “How do you mean, monsieur?" "Because, madame, before you closed the door on me your beauty burned my eyes; now It blinds them." "Monsieur,” said she, glancing at the clock, “it is late, and I have trespassed greatly on your time. You have paid mo a hundred compliments, you have held my hand, encircled my waist, allowed yourseif nearly all the liberties which a man of pleasure takes with a woman of his sort. You have treated mp, in short, os you have been accus tom id to treat the ladies of the court. I am not a women of that sort. I do not love you, monsieur, I love. Monsieur de Lussac; but always before marriage I hold that a woman Is free to give or to sell her favors, and that it is a matter entire ly between herself, her conscience and her Makef. “I wish io revenge myself upon my enemies, and If you will help me, I will say to you, ‘Monsieur de Richelieu, when my revenge is complete, come to me and 1 will pay you for your as sistance with—‘ ” "With what, madame?” “My lips." ‘‘And what is this assistance that you require, madame?” "Oh, do not be alarmed; It Is very - simple. I wish you to invite me to dejeuner at your house in Pgrls tomor row at noon.” ( "A thousand times, yes.” "Hut, wait. I wish you to invite some guests to meet pie." De Richelieu made a grimace. "And the guests—?” “Are, first of all. Monsieur )e Comte de Sartlnes.” Do Richelieu laughed. “Certainly, madame. Who else?” “Madame de Stenlls, Madame d’Har lancourt, and Monsieur de Joyeuse." De Richelieu pursed his lips. “What you ask is easy enough, ma dame. What else?” “Nothing more." “But, madame, I do not see your point. I Invite you to dejeuner with these people; you all come. How does that help you to triumph over them? They will all be banded against you. You do not know these women of the court and what they are capable of." "I do. Indeed, monsieur; but they don't know me. Please do as I ask and leave me only my wit, and I will bring them all literally to their knees.” De Richelieu rubbed his hands, then laughed. "Mordieu,” thought he, “this ought to be as good as the Comedio Francalse." Then to the baroness, “Madame, I will do as you say. But the Invitations must be dispatched ear ly tomorrow morning." “Write them, monsieur.” said she, “when I am gone, and your servant can deliver them tomorrow early. Make the invitation urgent, so that it may override any pre-engagelnent these people may have.” “Leave that to me, madame. I shall make It little short of a command.” “Ah,” said she, “you are a man ot spirit and sense, and 1 promise you, monsieur, one thing: you shall have great amusement at your house In the Rue du Faubourg St. Honore tomor row at 12:30.” "And after?” asked De Richelieu. She laughed. "I always pay my debt*. And this Is for earnest.” She held out her lips and he kissed her. Her extraordinary frankness, her golden voice, her beauty and personal magnetism had completely bound this old libertine in their pentagram; the thought that he was getting the better of De Lussac, a man so much his jun ior did not lessen his satisfaction. “And now, monsieur, I must go. To morrow at 12:30, expect me.” He followed her as she passed Into the corridor and then across the great hall, where they parted. On the steps before which her carriage was drawn up, who should be waiting for her but Placide! “What!” cried she. "You here!” “Yes, madame. Hoslne told me that you had come here, and I took‘a ca briolet and followed you, aB I have some very Important Information for your ear.” “And your Information?” “Madame, what I have to say has to do with Monsieur de Lussac.” “Then get Into the carriage with me and you can tell me as we drive.” She made him get In and take the front seat. Then the carriage started. All the way from Paris Placlde had been racking his head for an excuse for having followed her. "Well,” said she. When they had cleared the avenue gates, “your infor mation?” “Just this madame,” said the old fel low bluffly. “I am not blind.” “So you posted all the way from Par is to tell me about the state of your eyes! Well, then, monsieur Placi&e, you shall' pay your own expenses for the journey, and you can, now that you have relieved yourself of your informa tion, get out and sit beside the coach man. Placlde noted her gaiety and anima tion: more than ever he felt certain that whatever business had brought her to De Richelieu’s, It was of a most Important nature and that she had been successful in It. He had come with the idea of trying to pick up news from the majordomo, but at the last moment he determined to adhere to the baroness. “Madame," he went on, quite un moved, “I am not blind and it has been easy for me to see that you are not disinterested in anything concerning the welfare of Monsieur de Lussac.” "Ah, Monsieur de Lussac!” "Yes, madame. He has been im prisoned. I heard the news /this eve ning from the footman of Monsieur de Duras.” “And you came after me to Ver sailles to inform me of this!" The lit tle lamp that lighted the interior of the carriage showed him that her eyes were moist. His fidelity had evidently moved her to the heart; he had not reckoned on this. "Oh, madame, that was nothing. Just a summer evening's drive." "My good Placlde,” she replied, “fidel ity is a great deal in this world, where all men are unfaithful. But you have been a grumbling servant, you have set Roslne by the ears, and I doubt even if you have been satisfied with your mistress. In short, my good Placlde, you are an Intolerable servant, and as a recompense for your fidelity this evening I now discharge you from my service." “What now?" thought Placlde, at this unexpected turn. "I discharge you as a servant and re engage you as a friend, a salaried friend. Well, what do you say to that, grumbler?" Placlde i said nothing for a moment. One might have fancied that she had touched the old scamp’s heart. "Mordleu! madame," grumbled he, at lost, “you are making a lot out of nothing. I am just your servant.” “And my friend." All the way to Paris behind ma d&me’s triumphant gaiety was the fear of pursuit. If Richelieu opened that fatal drawer before she had put suf ficient distance between them to make pursuit Impossible, he would pursue her. It was, therefore, with a sigh of relief that she passed the toll gate and the gates of Paris, and heard the familiar grinding of the wheels on the pavement of the city. It was long after midnight and the deserted streets lay under the moon. The hungry city slept, guarded by the bastile standing like a mailed giant In the moonlight At the house In the Rue Coq Heron the carriage stopped. Placlde descend ed and helped his mistress to alight. As he did so his hand, brushing her dress, felt something In her pocket; the folded parchment of the document could be distinctly felt through the brocade. His hound's Instinct told him that here lay the secret of the Journey to De Richelieu. He followed her Into the house, where she bade him good night and went to her room. Having-locked the door, she took the precious document from her pocket and read It carefully, from the first word to the last. Yes, this was the infamous contract. In very truth, a weapon against De Sartlnes more for midable than a dagger. She went.-to the little bureau In the corner of the room and, taking a sheet of paper and a pen, sat down and began to make a fair copy of the document, word for word. When this was ac complished, she locked the two papers away and went to bed. She awoke an hour after dawn, dressed without calling Roslne, and taking from the bureau the original document, folded It In a sheet of paper, making a little parcel of It which she sealed. Then, placing the parcel in her pocket, she left the house. She had put on her plainest dress and 4 veil which almost hid her fea tures, so that she might pass un noticed through the early morning streets. Her plan of campaign was now quite clearly mapped out ■ before her, and though she had no friend in Paris in whom she could Implicitly place her trust, her genius had dis covered a man the soul of honor, a man whom she could trust and' more over a man who walked fearless of the king and De Sartlnes. She had left now the broader streets and Inquiring her way as She went, found at last the Rue Plastrlere, a street rather gone to decay. Some of the houses in the street were of great antiquity, gabled and weathercocked, sunken In their foundations by age; remnants of that Paris which once showed Its fantasy ef roofs, vanes. spires and towers to the sun; the Pari* of Louis XI, half university, half city; the Paris of Villon and Rabelais, through which in the winter wolves prowled; dominated by Notre Dame and the gibbets of Montfaucon. At one of these old houses Madame Linden paused, verified the number, and then, going up the two steps that led to the doorway, rang the queasy bell. Scarcely had she released the handle when the door opened and a man ap peared. He was gray bearded, shabby and rusty, attired in a snuff colored coat the worse for wear, and a broad brimmed hat; he carried a book under his arm and it was quite evident that he had not opened the door in reply to the summons, for, when he saw the veiled figure of the woman, he started back. "What do you want?” said he, hold ing the door in such a way that he could clap it to at a moment's notice. "Monsieur," replied the baroness, who, despite the desperate seriousness of her mission, could scarcely restrain her mirth at the appearance of the book worm and his evident alarm, "I want an interview with you on a mat- , ter of the utmost importance to one of your friends.’’ “You know me then?” "Oh, monsieur, all Europe knows you, and though I have never seen you be fore, yet I recognize you at once.” the book worm, allured by the voice of the charmer, . came forward and, closing the door behind him, stood on the step. He had a mirthless face, a face wherein lurked suspicion and distrust; an extraordinary face, so much of greatness and of littleness did it con tain; the face of a practical man and a dreamer—he had even forgotten to wash it that morning, just &s he had forgotten to brush, his coat, which he held tightly clasped about him with one thin hand, as if to fend off the ap proaches of the world. Thus In the 'early morning bright ness stood Monsieur Rousseau of Geneva, a most difficult subject to deal with, as Madame Linden perdeived, despite her veil. Soft words were of no use as a first approach to this evasive and self-centered nature. “Well, monsieur,” sh^ went on, "I can compliment you on many things, but there is one thing on which I can not felicitate you, and that is your sense of hospitality.” "Madame,” said Rousseau, taken aback, "I am bound on an early morn ing visit to my friend Monsieur da Rennes. Besides, madame, I do not know you.” "Therefore, you clap your door in my face? Ah, monsieur, how easy it is to be a philosopher; to or^er an emperor out of your sunlight, to clap your door in the face of a woman! Come, I will explain myself, then, in the open air, if you will allow me to walk beside you down the street. And now, directly to my point, your friend Monsieur le Comte de Lussac is in prison.” "In prison?” “In the fortress of the Bastile, caught in the toils of Monsieur de Sartines. who will devour him as sure ly as a spider devours a fly, if I do not come to his assistance.” Now Rosseau had a real fondness for his disciple, De Lussac, but Rosseau, though he preached unrest, was no conspirator; he knew nothing of the Society of the Midi; he was a philos opher, a musician, a thinker; his social contract did not include fisticuffs. “Madame,” said he, stopping and facing her, "what you tell me disturbs me deeply. In prison! And what has this unfortunate young man done?" "This unfortunate young man, mon sieur, has simply been carrying out In practice what you preach in theory. You have made him discontented with the world as it is, and he has been trying to upset it, succeeding only in nearly upsetting Monsieur de Sar tines’ coach.” “Upsetting Monsieur de Sartines’ coach ?” "I speak figuratively, monsieur. Ho has been conspiring against the social order, and the social order has placed him in prison.” Rousseau fumbled with his book, standing before Madame Linden like a school boy. In the few moments of their conversation her intelligence had overridden his genius. She was tak ing him to task. "Madame,” said he at last, “I have nothing to do with conspiracies. I have never preached sedition. You say that my teaching has made tho young man discontented with things as they are. Granted: that is what my teaching aims at. Since when was contentment a virtue? Take it even in art. What artist who is content with his work ever arrives at greatness?" In another moment he would have plunged and hidden himself in the fountain of philosophy, but madame was too quick for him. "Monsieur, you wander from the point. This is not a question of art, but politics, and Monsieur de Lussao has arrived, owing to the discontent ment you taught him, not at greatness, but in prison. It is your duty to help me, without in the least involving yourself, to extricate him.” “Madame," said Rousseau decisively, “if this Is as you say, I will myself go and see the king." (Continued next week.) Stone Walls. Along the country roadside, stone on stone. Past waving grain field, and near broken stile, \ The walls stretch onward, an uneven pile With rankling vines and lichen over grown; So stand they sentinel. Unchanged, alone. They're left to watch the season's passing slow; The summer’s sunlight or the winter’s snow. The springtime blrdling, or the autumn’s moan. Who placed the stones now gray with many years? And did the rough hands tire, the Bore hearts ache. The eyes grow dim with all their weight of tears ? Or did the work seem light for some dear sake? Those lives are over. All their hopes and fears Are lost like shadows In the morning break. —Julie Mathllde Llppmann. Concerning Panama. Joseph Bucklln Bishop, secretary of the canal commission, in Scribner’s, says: "What the engineers of the United States government are constructing at Panama Is not a canal through the Isth mus but a bridge of water across and above It. The so-called canal Is a huge water-bridge, the first In the world's his tory. It Is about 34 miles In length, 8T feet high, wl;h a channel of water through Its center varying In depth from 46 to 87 feet and width at the bottom from 300 to 1,000 feet. The bridge la divided into two sections, Gatun Lake and Culebra Cut, the latter being an arm of the for mer. Access to the bridge by vessels will be by means of water-elevators, six in du plicate at either end. each 1.000 feet long, 110 feet feet -Wide, and with a combined lift of K feet1' t v * Negligence Called Manslaughter. The case of Stehr vs. State before the Supreme Court of Nebraska, In volved the sentence of a father for from one to ten years in the penitenti ary for criminal .negligence, because during a blizzard in Nebraska, when the weather was bitter cold, he per mitted the fire to go out, snow drifted through a crack in the door and a broken windowpane, and the bedding of all the members of the family was frozen stiff. The feet of one of the children were frozen, and although such fact was apparent to the father no physician was called in for 16 days, when amputation was found to be nec essary and the child died of blood pois oning. The defendant was convicted of manslaughter for criminal negli gence in failing to provide medical Care after he discovered the frozen condition of the child’s feet In af firming the conviction the court held that for a parent having special charge of an infant child culpably to neglect it so that death ensues as a conse qence is manslaughter, although death or grievous bodily harm was ndt in tended, and if the parent has not the means for the child’s nurture it is his duty to apply to the public authorities for relief. ■ (ASTORIA Forlnfantg and Children. f i m IIIKIA ▼Ha OaNTAIIR ROMRANV. NIW YORK OITY. Telling a Secret. It Is doubtful whether the person who asserted that secrets were made to tell, foresaw, even in his most cyni cal mood, anything like the following conversation in Das Echo: “Lottie tells me that you. told her the secret that I told you not to tell anyone.” "Oh, Isn’t she mean! 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