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“Beyond the need for bread, a wom
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cravings save the mother’s passion,
firm-rooted in our endless past, Is the
hearth-hunger. The trees that sweep
my, chimney have their roots at the
world’s core! The flowers In my door
yard have grown there for a thousand
years! What millenniums have done,
shall decades undo? We are not so
shallow, so plastic as that! We will
go Into the mills, the shops, the offi
ces, If we must, but we know we are
oft the track of life. Neither our de
sire nor our power Is there.”—Cornelia
A. P. Comer, In Atlantic.
Anecdotal.
Menelaus^ was king of ancient Laco
nia, and being such, he deemed it only
his duty to be as laconic as possible,
so. In a manner of speaking, to set the
pace for the people.
Now, his wife was none other than
the beautiful Helen, and, of course, the
day came at last when she wanted a
new hat. Could she have it?
“No,” replied Menelaus.
“Just because ‘no’ Is a letter shorter
than ‘yes!’ ’’ protested Helen, and burst
Into tears, and at the first chance ran
away with Paris.—Puck.
. ' •
Lo, the Poor American!
■ Hagop Barasyjian of Fitchburg.and
Menad Estabobrakamaslan of Lowell
went fishing yesterday in Lake Charg
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gamaug, near Worcester, with their
cousin, Haijjoman Saralaneroparanian,
whom they are visiting for the week
end, but you would never have learned
it from us If we hadn’t been able to
paste 1L—Boston Globe.
* ' Real Influence.
“Let me write the songs of a na
tion,” said the ready made philoso
pher, “and I care not' who makes the
laws.”
* “I won’t go quite so far as that,”
replied Senator Sorghum; “but let me
write the amendments and I care not
• who draws up the hills.”
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"THE MINISTER OF POLICE.” by
Henry Mountjoy, Is a romance of Fans
during the Louis XV reign, a period when
Europe was in a condition of foment ana
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 preparing the great
explosion of the revolution. ,
Madame Linden, an Austrian lady,
after completing a simple mission to tne
French country, lingers on in Paris, en
joying the gay life there. De Sartlnes, tne
minister of police, thinks she has some
other motive than pleasure in delaying
her departure and surrounds her wun
spies to discover, if possible, whether sne
la dabbling in state plots.
De Lussao is a noble of exeeptlona
character of that period. Handsome, wun
all the elegance of a man of the court,
there is still about him something tnar
stamps him as a man apart, something
the visionary, the enthusiast and the poet,
rare in that age of animal lust, ■chining
wit and embroidered brutality. He *“
fact, steeped in the philosophy of Rous
seau and is trying to put this philosophy
into practice through his connection wun
a secret society that is plotting the down
fall of the state. Before he has gone far
enough to incriminate himself he tans in
love with the beautiful Austrian, who per
suades him hls method of righting the
wrongs of humanity is Impracticable, ana
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 Lussao
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
■Gives.
De 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 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, hut 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
ting the document. She, realizing how
desperate her lover's position is, visits
Richelieu's home and succeeds where her
lover has failed.
CHAPTER VD—Continued.
Hls fury had expended itself and he
was now calm; hls mind cleared, and
deep shame overcame him for the mo
ment. He recognised with horror that
he had been acting like a wild beast
drunk with captivity.
He sat up on the bed, and scarcely
had he done so when a noise came from
the corridor outside the cell; the bolts
shot back, the door opened, and the
jailer appeared.
The man looked at De Lussac for a
moment. ; ^
"You are better, I see. That Is well
for there is a visitor to see you.”
De Lussao sprang to hls feet as e
man, wearing a dark cloak and a broad
brimmed hat, entered the cell. The
man’s face was Invisible, for he held
a fold of the cloak over It; nothing but
the eyes, bright and piercing, could be
seen beneath the shadow of the hat
brim.
For a moment De Lussac, as he
glanced at this sinister figure, fancied
that this was some emissary
of the king or De Sartlnes
come to despatch him; only for
a moment. The unknown without
lowering hls cloak, said, speaking to
the jailer: "Leave us and close the
door without locking It. Take your
post at the end of the corridor and
wait for mo there.”
-l iiv jauci n out uut «tuu viuoou tuo
door; (the cloak fell from the face of
the unknown, and De Lussac found
himself fronting his kinsman, the Due
de Richelieu.
T,Well, rrtonsieur," said the due,
taking oft his hat and flinging it on
the table while he let the cloak slip
from his shoulders, "this is a nice pq
sltlon in which you have placed your
self!"
De Lussac could not speak for a
moment. He stood with his hand
grasping the back of the chair, while
the due, placing the cloak on the
table beside the hat, continued: “A
conspirator against the state, a De
Lussac, a cousin of mine, and a robber.
Cordieu, monsieur, I dread to Inquire
further into your doings for fear of
what I may find."
The sight of the due and these
words were like wine to De Lussac.
His intellect, mode clear by his past
fury, was now like the atmosphere
purged by a storm. Fortunately for
himself, he had eaten nothing that day
but a morsel of bread; in i second
thoughts passed through his mind that
in ordinary circumstances would have
taken a minute in their flight. He
recognized that fate had at last given
him his chance, and htt took it.
“Monsieur,” said he, "if you will
take your seat on the side of that bed,
I will take this chart-; then we can
converse the more easily. To what do
you refer?”
“To what do I refer?" replied the
marechal, taking his seat on the side
of the bed. “1 refer to your conduct,
monsieur."
"You called me a robber.”
“And I call you it again. You came
to my house. I onered you hospital
ity; you opened my bureau; you or
the woman you know of abstracted a
private paper—”
“Stay, monsieur. Do you refer to
Madame Linden?”
“X do."
"How is she implicated in this mat
ter?”
"How? She called upon me last
night; that is how. She took advan
tage of my absence from the room—
I don’t know how. At all events, the
thing is gone. Between you, you have
done this act. Don’t speak. X did not
come here to argue, but to dictate.
That document must be returned."
“And if it is not returned?”
“Then, monsieur, you are a prisoner
for life. Oh, I know you say to your
self. ’I am the Comte de Lussac. 1
have powerful friends: they will free
me.' Well, I can only reply, documents
have been discovered in your house ol
such a nature that, should we use
them against you—well, you are hope
lessly lost.”
"Documents! What documents?"
The marechal laughed.
"You shall see them with your own
ey/es.”
He placed his hand in his pocket and
produced a small bundle of papers.
De Lussac Instantly recognized the
papers of the Society of the Midi. He
started In his chair and his face flushed
despite himself.
"Well,” said De Richelieu, exhibiting
the bundle, “what do you say to that?
Look; examine them. Are they gen
uine? What d you say to that?”
“Monsieur," said De Lussac. taking
the papers In his hand and glancing at
them, “I have only one thing to say—
it seems I have been robbed Just as
you have been robbed, and before God
I would sooner be robbed of docu
ments like these than of a document
like that, in which an infamous king
and an Infamous minister conspire to
rob the people of their food. By a
miraculous chance these documents
have returned to me. Monsieur, can
not you see the hand of God In that?
You cannot? Then feel It!”
In a moment De Richelieu was on
his back upon the bed, with De Lussac
on top of him.
The attack was so sudden and un
expected that the marechal had no
time to cry out before the comte's
thumb, pressing on his thyroid car
tilage, made outcry impossible.
“Monsieur,” said De Lussac, “I do
not wish to kill you,- but should It be
needful I will do so.”
With his free hand he began to un
loose De Richelieu’s scarf so as to gag
him with it. Then he saw that It was
unnecessary. The marechal had lost
consciousness; he looked as though he
were dying. He felt horrified, but he
had no time to palter with his feelings.
He picked the precious packet of docu
ments from the floor and thrust it Into
his pocket, put on the marchola’s belt
and sword, put on the hat, put on the
cloak, opened the cell door, raised the
cloak to his face and left the cell,
closing the door behind him.
The Jailer was leaning against the
wall at the end of the corridor. Seeing
the man in the cloak, he came forward
and locked and barred the cell door.
He saw no difference between the man
he had let into the cell and the
man who had come out; there
was only a short inch of difference be
tween the two. He turned the key in
the lock and slid the bolts.
As he di<J this a faint and stifled
cry came from the cell. De Lussac’s
heart scarcely changed its rhythm; he
was beyond emotion. If the Jailer at
tempted to open the door he would kill
the man with the sword beside him;
he would try to reach the carriage
which he knew must be In waiting;
failing in that, he would fight his way,
sword In hand, as far as possible to
ward freedom.
The Jailer paused for a moment with
the keys in his hand, then he led the
way from the cell along the corridor.
They had reached the heavy door
leading to the staircase when muffled
cries and the sound of some one beat
ing on a door came after them.
“There he goes,” said the turnkey.
“He’s In hiB tantrums again. He’ll be
breaking his furniture next They gen
erally do. Allow me. Monseigneur."
He opened the door leading to the
stairs. De Lussac passed through, the
man closed and locked the door and
then led the way downward. As De
Lussac followed, his heart, till now
calm, became furiously alive; each
downward step was an agony. What
formalities were there still to be gone
thVough? Would he have to enter the
governor’s room? Would the guards at
the main door ask to see the permit
that doubtless De Richelieu had shown
them? He knew that De Richelieu
must have arrived in a carriage and
that the carriage would be In wait
ing. Wouln De Richelieu's coachman
fall to recognize him? Had De Rich
elieu brought one of his dogs with him?
Had he by any chance brought a com
panion?
They reached the corridor below and
the Jailer began to unlock the great
door leading to the corridor on which
was situated the chamber of audience.
The door opened slowly on Its well
oiled hinges, and when they had passed
through It closed with a sucking sound,
as though La B&stlle were catching
her breath back with a sob at the
escape of this victim.
But they were not free of her yet. •
As they approached the chamber of
audience a bar suddenly shot out,
blocking their way. It was the pike
of the Swiss on guard at the door of
the room. The Jailer, producing a pa
per from hts belt, handed It to the
man, who read It, raised his pike and
allowed them to pass on.
Another ponderous door was opened;
they passed through, and there at the
end of the corridor De Lussac saw the
sunlight shining through the open malh
door, and at the steps a carriage drawn
ud and evidently waiting for De Rich
elieu.
The guards at the main door had
still to be passed. There were half a
dozen of them, some lounging on a
bench inside the doorway, some on the
steps; but as the mysterious figure of
the man In the cloak drew near these
gentlemen exhlibted a studied Indif
ference, turning and talking to one an
other. They did not even raise their
eyes as De Lussac passed them, and
the guards on the steps faced about,
giving him their backs.
There were two carriages drawn up,
one at the steps—a splendid vehicle
blazoned on Its panels with a coat of
arms, and another very plain, without
sign of armorial bearings, drawn up
behind the first.
It was now that De Lussac's knowl
edge of heraldry saved him from mak
ing a terrible blunder, for the carriage
at the steps bore the arms of Mon
sieur de Launay, the governor, who’
had evidently Just arrived.
He turned to the plain vehicle and
entered it, and the coachman on the
box, who evidently suspected nothing,
touched his horses with the whip and
they started.
The man had asked for no directions;
It was evident that his Instructions had
been laid down for him, and De Lussac
leaned back on the cushions, almost
suffocated by his success and the near
ness of freedom.
Suddenly .the carriage stopped. It
was the Inner gateway, and the harsh
voices of the guards could be heard In
terrogating the coachman. Then a face
appeared at ths window. It was the
corporal ,of the guard. He peeped In,
saluted the* cloaked figure and with
drew. The carriage drove on, only to
stop again at the drawbridge. Again
came the voices of the guards and tfie
voice of the coachman replying to
them. He was evidently showing them
Ills permit. They passed on, and now
came the deep rumble of the wheels on
the drawbridge, the grumble of La Bas
tile at the escape of her victim.
Now they were in the Rue Saint An
olne, free at last—for the moment.
De Lussac knew that at any minute
he jailer might revisit his cell, find
he trick that had been played on him,
ind then a cannon from the battle
nents would give tongue to the pursuit,
Guards, Swiss soldiers the agents of
De Sartlnes, all would be on his track,
•ansacking Paris, turning out every
socket of the city where man might
tide.
It was Imperative to leave the car
riage and try to reach some place
3f safety. The carriage was evi
dently .taking him to De Richelieu’s
house, a place he dared not go. He
had only one louts in his pocket; his
face was known to 1,000 men; he could
not walk the streets with the cloak
held to his eyes; he had no definite
plan to guide him. Never was man In
a more perplexing situation, yet he’ did
not despair, and the thing that gave
him confidence was the sword at his
side.
"If the worst comes to the worst, I
can only die,” said he. "When I leave
this carriage I must first seek Mon
sieur Hlanc in the Rue Petit Versailles,
and give him these papers to keep.
Then—then whi re shall I go? To
whom shall I turn?"
He thought of Sophie Linden. Should
he seek refuge at her house? Never!
She was already attainted by him. De
Richelieu had said that the Porcheron
contract had been stolen, but De Lus
sac could scarcely believe that it was
her work. Were he traced to her house
and taken there, she would suffer as
well as he.
He put the subject from his mind and
addressed himself to the problem of
how he was to leave the carriage with
out attracting the attention of the dri
ver.
They were still In the Rue Saint An
toine, driving swiftly westward.
They, had passed the Rue de Ratals
on the right and were drawing near
the church of Petit Saint Antoine when
several drays, laden with wood from
the wood yards of the Rue de la Plan
chette, blocked the way and caused the
carriage to slow. Instantly and
and like a discharging volcano the
coachman of De Richelieu began
storming at the carters, and cuttltig at
them with his whip as though they
were dogs. The whole social condition
of France, lay In that little episode,
and the salvation, for the moment, of
De Lussac, who, opening the carriage
door and slipping out, closed the door
gently and made for the Rue de Four
ci, which they had just passed on the
’eft.
The empty carriage drove on.
CHAPTER VIII
THE PORTE ST. BERNARD
To Imagine that old jungle of a Par
is in which De Lussac found himself
now, on foot, without friends, pursued,
or soon to be pursued by the police,
and all but penniless, one must look at
the Paris of tho present day and con
trast what is with what has vanished.
To the southward beyond the bastile
the Faubourg St. Antoine stretched
toward Le Trone in great space of gar
dens and fields. Here one found the
houses of religious orders: the Filles
de la Croix, the Enfants Trouves,
Notre Dame de Bon Secours, Ste. Mar
guerite and half a dozen others; the
great glass manufactory of the Rue de
Revllly; Revllly Itself, with its gardens
and vast grounds. >
Casting one’s eyes to the southwest,
one saw windmills twirling their arms
at Petit Gentllly, the Faubourg St.
Jacques, with its great Bpaces destitute
of houses, broken only by the Val do
Grace, the observatory and Saint Ma
glolre, the Faubourg St. Michel, fields
and trees and windmills and country
roads. •
Westward Paris ended, as far as the
crush of houses is concerned, a little
southward of the Place Vendome.
Where the Faubourg St. Honore is
now alive with traffic and business,
then there was nothing but gardens,
plots of land, tree lined roads and the
mansions of the nobility. Some of the
most splendid houses in Paris were to
be found here: the Hotel Contad, the
Hotel Goebrlan, the Hotels de Charost,
Montbazon, D’Aguesseau, and D'Evre
ux; the Hotel de Ruras, Immense in
its parallelogram of walled gardens,
and the Hotel de Chevilly in its tri
angular grounds at the foot of the
Rue St. Honore.
Northward tho heights of Mont
martre Bhowed trees; the Faubourg
St. Martin, trees and the roofs of tho
Hospital St. Louis; the Faubourg du
Temple, Courtllle, Pincourt—trees,
waste spaces, gardens, wrlndmills.
(Continued next week.)
Actual Results Recorded.
The orations of temperance workers are
often excited by seal or wrath; the in
ternal returns of the government are cold
and Impartial records of facts and of cash
turned into the treasury. The record for
the past flscal year arouses wonder. The
people paid in taxes upon strong drink
for the past 12-month the sum ef $222,
788,000.
The people consumed 143,220,000 gallons
of whisky and brandy, which brought a
revenue ef $167,642,000, and 06,246,000 barrels
of beer and ale, which brought a revenue
of $66,246,000. The aggregate of these two
sums is often referred to as the nation’s
drink bill, but It is, in fact, only the in
ternal revenue tax on the enormous drink
bill.
The Increase of the tax alone during
the past year was nearly $7,600,000 for dis
tilled spirits and nearly $3,000,000 for fer
mented liquors, or a total Increase in ex
cise alone of more than $10,000,000 within
a 12-month. This amazing increase conies
on top of cumulative increases year by
year, and for people who think it is to bo
noted that the growth of the liquor habit
has been co-incident with a spirited pro
hibition and local option campaign that
has covered a large part of the territory
of the continental United States.
The truth of what is happening within
prohibition and local option territory Is
Illustrated within the state of Delaware
and In nearby Pennsylvania counties
where the saloons have been abolished.
The express companies are shipping
liquor; the beer wagons are delivering it
everywhere; the "clubs” are furnishing It
not only to men but often to boys, and
in many lnstanoes on Sundays as well as
on week days. The shippers of liquor are
likewise sending their wares in enormous
quantities Into states which have adopted
restrictive laws that seem not to have
had the expected restrictive Influence.
The men who are planning to curb the
liquor evil should look these facts square
ly and honestly in the face and remem
ber that a crusade agalnet evil is never
to be Judged by the lofty professions of
those undertaking It nor by their good
intent, but by the actual results.
A City That Was a Failure.
From the Christian Herald.
Of all the Seven Cities of Asia, per
haps Sardis has ths Anost Interesting
and romantic history, and yet, with all
its natural advantages, its wealth, its
famous rulers, its wise counselors. Its
victorious armies, It was the greatest
failure of them all. The richest man
In the world, Croesus, was king of
Sardis; the wisest man, Solon, was her
guest, and yst, through overconfidence
and lack of watchfulness, time and
again it was surprised, conquered and
all but destroyed, until at last the dis
integrating rock and soil form its own
citadel, loosened by the winter rains,
and hurled down by destructive earth
quakes, burled the city 30 feet deep
from the sight of man. It became a
dead city, and it was buried by the
forces of nature.
same Thing.
In the early days of Arizona, an el
derly and pompous chief Justice was
presiding at the trial of a murder case.
An aged negro had been ruthlessly
killed, and the only eye witness to the
murder was a very small negro boy.
When he was called to give his testi
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young to know the nature of an oath,
and in examining him asked:
"What would happen to you if you
told a lie?''
"De debbil ’ud git me!” the boy re
plied.
"Yes, and I'd get you,” sternly said
the chief Justice.
"Cat’s Jus’ what I said!” answered
the boy.—National Monthly.
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ache, -MM
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ness, and Indigestion. They do their duty.
WALL PILL, SMALL DOSE, SMALL PRICK.
Genuine must bear Signature
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For Infanta and Children.
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WINCHESTER
| “Leader99 and “Repeater*9
SMOKELESS POWDER SHELLS
Carefully inspected shells, the best com
binations of powder, shot and wadding,
loaded by machines which give invariable
results are responsible for the superiority
of Winchester “Leader” and “Repeater”
Factory Loaded Smokeless Powder Shells.
There is no guesswork in loading them.
Reliability, velocity, pattern and penetration are
determined by scientific apparatus and practical
experiments. Do you shoot them? If not,
better try the W brand. They are the
FIRST CHOICE OF^THE BESTJSHOTS.
