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KAISER'S THIRD SON LOVES AN AMERICAN Prince Adalbert Is Quite Sue. cessful in His Love Affairs With Beautiful Women. London. Special: There Is soma little mystery attached to the unex pected and exceedingly unobstruslva visit to London of the kaiser’s thirty son, Prince Adalbert. Is it possible that another royal engagement Is oq the tapis ? Prince Adalbert Is 29 years of age, and a favorite quarry of match making mammas. In his time ho has been affianced by Dame Rumor to quite a number of charming prlncesseg —notably Princess Patricia of Con naught, the Princess Dagmar of Den-i mark, the czar's eldest daught (the Grand Duchess Olga) and, only a few weeks ago, the Princess Olga of Cum berland. The rumor relating to Prin cess Patricia, who Is three years th* prince’s Junior, arose when her royal highness and the prince were guests together of the king of Sweden a few seasons ago, but apparently nothing came of the agreeable, companionship between them which attracted atten tion at the time. Prince Adalbert Is very popular In the German navy, and Is perhaps the best looking of the kaiser’s sons, being a youthful duplicate of his father both In appearance and manner. He has the reputation of being a squire of dames, and stores have gone ths rounds concerning his love for a cer tain wealthy and beautiful Amerlcoq woman and his alleged Infatuation for Frnuleln Charlotte Ch.esela, a belle of Harlenbad. -- » -- Women Work in Japan. From the Century Magazine. Jnpan'n Inner life contains quite as many problems as that of any other country. One of the most serious Is the relation of capital and labor, unfl herein woman takes an Important part. In no other country In the worlf( does a larger percentage of women pars tlclpate In the wage-earning. In ths United States, for every 86 male wage earners there are 14 female. In Great Britain It Is 75 to 2D, In Germany 80 to 22, while In Japan there are nearly twice as many women as men on the pay rollB of the country. It Is the testimony of all large em ployers that women are the Industrial backbone of the country. The employ-’ ment of women and children Is the secret of the competitive power of the Japunese textile and other light handi craft Industries, and It Is for this rea son that the possible operation of a, law enforcing sanitary! provisions and even the common decencies of human ity in factory life Is viewed with alarm, by the manufacturers in their neces-i snrlly strenuous competition for for eign trade. The new law limits hours of employ-, ment, forbids the use of children un der certain ages and the employment of women at night and In dangerous occupations. It can lx* understood, therefore, whence comes the delay In even promulgating a law which takes effect 15 years after Its promulgation. The money classes and the “Interests" necessarily control a legislative body like the Japan* se diet, many members of which are elected by a most amaz ing and open system of corruption and vote buying—a system which puts to shame In Its effrontery the worst days of ward politics In any gangriddeh city In the United States. Do Moving Pictures Hurt Your Eyes? Herbert Kaufman, In Woman’s World. The corn crops may fall, Wall street may go into bankruptcy, I In* high cost ot living continue Its star-climbing contest, the tariff plays ducks and drakes with In dustry, but so long as the moving pic tures continue to “show" to tlyo or 10 mil lions of men. women and children, there Will bo no decrease In the demand for •ye glasses. We are not technical, then fore wo cannot enter Into a scientific dis course as lo the whys ami wherefores of the subject, but common sense tells us that nobody can regularly strain the sight following the screen drama, without •n appreciable weakening of vision. Emerging from a theater after witness ing a motion picture performance of sev eral hours’ duration, we found ourselves suffering from actual pain and felt the effects of the strain lor hours after. It Is therefore quite pertinent to warn parents against the disastrous effects of motion photography upon the eyesight or the young, especially of children who have already evidenced visual weakness. FROCK 0FMVTLL0W GREEN CREPE M lohe MINISTER POLICE l By HENRY MONTJOY I , Copyright. HU. The Bohho-Mrrrg Company. as De Lussac, on his knees, rendered what assistance he could. The comte, Instead of endeavoring to stanch the bleeding, which was Inconsiderable, wdsely contented himself with pillow ing the wounded man’s head on hla coat. Beauregard, who had closed his eyes, opened them again. “Mordieu!” muttered he. "You have finished me this time. Go, make your escape, but tell the watchman to send for help.” He fainted, and De Lussac hastily putting on his coat, wiped his sword with some grass which he tore up from a patch close by, and returned It to Its scabbard. As he did so, a pa per protruding from Beauregard's belt drew his attention. He took It and examined It. It was an order for the arrest of Louis Blanc, the man to whom he had Intrusted the papers of the Society of the Midi. Now, It was evident what Beaure gard’s business had been In this quar ter of the town. Their meeting had been caused by that law which we might call the Regulation of Interests, and De Lussac, placing the paper In his pocket and casting a last look at tho stricken one, hurried from the place, giving orders to the watchman to fetch assistance. He hurriedly re turned to the Rue Petit Versailles, warned Blanc to change his residence immediately, returned to the Port St Bernard, and was crossing the Pont de la Tournelle when a heavy and sullen report shook the sky. It was the voice of la bastlle an nouncing the trick that had been played upon her. CHAPTER IX. LUCK AND DE LUSSAC. The report of the cannon stopped D® Lussac as though a wall had suddenly arisen before him. At that sound every agent in Paris would be on the alert; horsemen were no doubt now galloping to the Hotel de Sartines with the news. He would have returned and sought a hiding place in the wood yards, but that course was now blocked by Beauregard. The place would be swarmed with people, and there was nothing to be done but go on and make a dash for the house that Monsieur Blanc had indicated to him; though to reach that house he would have to pass through many streets. He crossed the Isle des Cygnes by the Rue des Deux Ponts, found the Place Moneils on the opposite bank and just where the Rue des Armes en tered the place saw a carriage stand ing, eldenjjy in waiting for some one. It was the very same carriage in which he had been driven to the bastlle yesterday by Beauregard, but fortu nately it was not driven by the same coachman. This man who sat on the box, yawning and flicking at the flies with his whip, was younger-looking than the man of the preceding day and altogether different. De Lussac, almost amazed at his own audacity and resource, walked straight toward the carriage, taking, as he went, th® order of arrest from Monsieur Blano from his pocket. The coachmen eyed him as he came, then, seeing that he was coming to ward the carriage, he sat up from his lounging attitude and assumed an air of attention. De Lussac let the man s.ee him read ing the official paper, which bore the stamp of the Hotel de Sartines, a league off, and even before speaking to the driver he opened the door of the coach. "Monsieur Beauregard 14 detained. The man he is in search of has flown. Meanwhile he is waiting. You are to drive me to the Rue de la Harpe, set me down there and return immediate ly for your master." "Yes, monsieur,” said the coachman, taking De Lussac for one of those spies of police who at that day were found in all ranks of society and the pay of the ministry. "And do not spare your horses.” “No. monsieur.” Da Lussac got in, closed the door, and the vehicle started. The Rue de la Harpe was only two streets from the street he wished to reach, and De Lussac, leaning back on the cushions of the police carriage, breathed again freely. The escape of Latude from La Bastlle was nothing to this miracu lous escape conducted in the full light of day and with the unconscious aid of the police themselves. Not only had he escaped, but he had wrested from his enemies papers that were vital to them. Not only had he cap tured these papers, but he had placed them In safe keeping of the only man who could profitably use them. Not only had he done that, but he had dis covered the intention of the govern ment to Imprison Monsieur Blanc, and had warned him. His sword had cut every way and always it had stricken his enemies. Luck had helped him, no doubt, but he had also helped luc*. Such luck does not last without a break, however, and the mettle of De Lussac had still to be put to a test that would have broken 999 men out of 1,000. (Continued next week.) When Drivers Are Careful. One thing that convicts careless au tomobile drivers beyond all else, says the New York Times, is that none of them ever runs down a traffic patrol man. Hundreds and hundreds of blue coats are on crossing duty in New York evej-y day of the year, and if they were not protected by their uniform their calling would be extra hazardous. They stand in what for civilians would be the most dangerous positions conceiv able—right in the middle of the tide of traffic, with automobiles and motor cycles and other vehicles passing them by dozens, scores, hundreds, thousands, and on holidays, tens of thousands. There is nothing to prevent any traffic policeman from being crushed at any moment of his day’s work. No matter how stout he may o«. his bulk could not stop an automobile. Yet the sig nificant fact remains that he is not run down. _ _ _ Opponents of Revision Downward. From the Kansas City Star. The country has shown emphatically that it favors tariff revision downward. It regards the ponding tariff bill, with whatever faults it may have, as embody ing a sincere attempt to provide such re vision. Business has adjusted Itself to the impending changes and there is every reason to believe that as soon as the un certainties are out of the way It will go forward with renewed vigor. It is going to be difficult for any con gressman who votes against the bill on its final passage to explain his vote to his constituents. It is going to be impossible for any senator or representative who votes agalnet the bill to appeal to the progress ive people of the United States for the presidential nomination. Made An Effort. ’’I saw her o.nce when she couldn’t talk.” "How was that?” “The dentist had a napkin in her mouth; also a wad of putty, a mirror, a roll of cotton and ar electric drill. She couldn't talk, but she tried to.” It has been estimated that the num ber of recruits available for the French army was reduced from 233,000 in 190® to 215,000 in 1911, owing to the diminu tion of the birth rate in Franca, PUT A KINK IN HIS PLANS Awful Contingency Youth Had Not Foreseen in His Laying Out of the Future. Eleven-year-old Tommy has quite decided opinions as to the duties of fathers to their little boys. The other day he was describing to his mother the sort of father he intends to be when he grows up. "I’m going to be the best father to my boys. I’m going to play marbles with them and baseball and every thing they want me to and I’ll give them dimes 'most every day and tell them they can buy all the ice cream they want, and I’ll get them each a pony, and well, my boys’ll have lots of fun.” Tommy’s mother with a twinkle in her eye said: "But, Tommy, what if you shouldn’t have any little boys, what if your children are all girls!” Such a possibility never entered Tommy’s head. The suggestion was appalling. A look of blank dismay passed over the child’s face. “Gee! that would be the dickens!” he ejaculated. ERUPTION ON ANKLE BURNED Kingsville, Mo.—“My trouble began eighteen years ago. Nearly half of the time there were running sores around my ankle; sometimes it would be two years at a time before they were healed. There were many nights I did not sleep because of the great suffering. The sores were deep run ning ones and so sore that I could not bear for anything to touch them. They would burn all the-time and sting like a lot of bees were confined around my ankle. I could not bear to scratch it, it was always so sensitive to the touch. I could not let my clothes touch it. The skin was very red. I made what I called a cap out of white felt, blotting paper and soft white cloth to hold it in shape. This I wore night and day. "I tried many remedies for most of the eighteen years with no effect. Last summer I sent for some Cuticura Soap and Ointment. The very first time I used Cuticura Soap and Oint ment I gained relief; they relieved the pain right then. It was three months from the time I commenced using Cuticura Soap and Ointment until the sores were entirely healed. I have not been troubled since and my ankle seems perfectly well.” (Signed) Mrs. Charles E. Brooke, Oct. 22, 1912. 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. . 4 Its Stats. “Don’t you think the Ideal of ao I» dian opera is original?" “I should call it aboriginal.” The Way of It. “Miss May made a hit with Jack th« first glance she gave him.” “I eee—a sort of glancing blow.' Eloquence Appreciated. “Does that man ever say anything worth listening to?” asked the cynical statesman. “I should'say so,” replied Senator Sorghum. “You ought to go out with him and hear the way he can order a dinner." Important to Mothers Examine carefully every bottle of CASTORIA, a safe and sure remedy for infantB and children, and see that It Signature! In Use For Over 30 Yean. Children Cry for Fletcher’s Castoria Compensation. * “I hear that young author sends you some very clever stuff.” “Yes,” replied the editor, “but we always give him as good as he sends.” Her Brother’s Voice. Little Faith was possessed of a most friendly disposition, but had not yet reached the age where she could understand the silence that may wrap itself around a wordless intimacy. In fact, she demanded speech, frequent and loving. One night her brother was studying most assidulously his arithmetic les son, and after calling to him several times without receiving an answer, she appealed to her father. “George is busy,” said father. “I know,” replied Faith, “but he might at least have said, “Shut up.’ ’’ Would Make It Right. He was an ardent lover, an Irish lover and a practical penniless lover. It was St. Patrick’s eve and in his hand he bore a pot of real Irish sham rock. “They were raised on the oul sod,” he said, as he presented the pot to Biddy, “raised on the ould sod of Ire land.” “Sure, now, Murphy,” cried his lady in delight, "how really sweet of ye. How perfect they are and how fresh. Sure, I do believe that there’s a lit tle dew on ’em yet.” Murphy flushed slightly. “Begorra, I know there is,” reluctantly con fessed Murphy, "but praise heaven it’ll be paid tomorrow.” . 111 l Synopsis. "THE MINISTER UK POLICE." by Henry Mount joy. 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 Regenanoo was preaching the right to think; and when a thousand men, some in the gutter, some near the throne, were prep- 'lng 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 Sartines, the minister or police, thinks she has eome other motive than pleasure in delaying her departure and surrounds her wltn 'spies to discover, if possible, whether sno is dabbling in state plots. .. I)e Lussao is a noble of exceptional character of that period. Handsome, wltn all the elegance of a man of the court, there In still about him something that stamps him as a man apart, something oi the visionary, the enthusiast and the poet, rare In that ago of animal lust, chilling wit and embroidered brutality, J'£eJ[9, ln fact, steeped in the philosophy of Rousr seau and Is trying to put this philosophy Into practice tnrough 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, and 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 selves. Do Lussao 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 enters Richelieu's home and almost 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 Is arrestod and taken to the Bastile but not before he has told Madame Linden how nearly he succeeded In getting the document. She, realizing how desperate her lover’s position is, vis its Richelieu’s home and sudceeeds where her lover has failed. CHAPTER VIII—(Continued.) But from the royal palace to the bastlle, and from the temple to Sainto Genevieve, across the river, then the houses were crowded, Indeed: house roofs, shrill spires, weathercocks, domes and towers; 10,000 weather cocks, 100 spires, palace roofs and glided domes; the blue Seine straddled by the quaintest bridges. What a sight was that old Paris on a feast day, with the bells of Saint Merrl answering the bells of Saint Eustache, the carillon of Notre Dame answering the carillon of Saint Roche; Saint Martin, Saint Paul, Saint Victor and Salnte Genevieve starring the bluo sky, each with a spire and a sparkle of sound; the windmills of P.etlt Oentllly beckoning to the wind mills of Plncourt, and the bluo Seine laughing through It all! How splen did, from a distance, it looked! But descend Into those streets where De Lussac was making his way, and the splendor vanished. The sky-plerclng spires of the churches, the roofs of the palaces were forgotten. Here one saw squalor and meanness, the half starved dog and theshrdlushrdlu u starved dog and the half-starved child; rags and tatters and human ruin were evident on every side; one saw the remnants of a people devoured by long generations of kings, nobles and priests. Here one saw feast days with nothing to eat, gilded virgins blessing the accursed, jeweled saints mocking the destitute, the king mak ing thieves and De Sartines hanging them. Every law but the law of God, and the carriage of the Due d'Alguillon splashing the mud of the streets in the faces of the people. But De Lussac had no eyes for the sights around him. He had left the heavy cloak In the carriage, retaining only the hat. nnd he now became aware that the hat, so wide of brim and so 111 matching his dross, was at tracting the attention of the passers The Rue Petit Versailles, for which he was aiming, lay across the river; to reach It he would have to cross the Isle des Oygnes, so, making his way from the narrow and dlsnml street wherein he was, he struck Into the Rue des Faueonniers, passed the Hotel de Sens and hy way of tho Place Monells found the Pont Marie. He crossed the Isle des Oygnes. a veritable little town made up of nine huge blocks of houses, and by the Pont do la Tournelle found the left bank and the Port au Vln. So far he had not been recognized, only stared at; and, after all. that did not matter, unpleasant though it was. With renewed courage he took his way past the Fort de la Tournelle under tho Porte St. Bernard nnd past the wine market; a long street of squalid houses brought him into the Ru.e Petit Ver sailles, known in the time of Louis XU1 as the Rue Vnutrin. Here, at an old house that seemed nodding for ward with the weight of years, l)e Lussao stopped, pulled the bell and was admitted. In tlve minutes he came out again, walking with a lighter step. He had got rid of his papers. The documents of the Society of the Midi were In safe keeping at last. Verily the fates were working with him, for not only had he got rid of the papers, but Mon sieur Blanc had given him a piece of advice as to where he should go and with whom he should hide. Onfortunately, Monsieur Blanc could not give hint a hat as well, and It would be necessary to cross Paris In the hat he was wearing, thus drawing the attention of every eye. As he reached the Porte St. Bernard, the great clock of the Hotel de Breton vlllier, which was situated at the eastern angle of the Isle des Oygnes, began to strike the hour. Five heavy strokes sounded and died away. De Lussac paused. Would it he better for him to seek some hiding place till darkness made it possible for him to cross Paris without being observed? There were wood yards here, great empty spaces deserted by day. the camping ground of thieves by night; the place seemed tfhepured for him to hide In. Should he hide? Impossible! The four hours of Inaction before darkness were not to be thought of; besides, the "ursult was not yet upon him; .ven should he be recognized by friends, what did It matter, so long as h« was recognized by none el De Sartlnes' agents? So thinking, he passed under on ol the arches of the Porte St. Bernard, entered the Port au Vln and walked right Into the arms of Monsieur Beauregard. Beauregard, who had come to this quarter of the city on some police business, had been walk ing along, thinking of a pretty girl he had passed on the Pont de' la Tournelle, when he found himself all at once face to face with De Lussac. The astonish ment of one was mirrored In the face of the other. "Ventre Dleu!" cried the gallant Beauregard. “Why, this is Monsieur le Comte de Lussac!” “And, unless my eyes deceive me, this is Monsieur Beauregard.” “So they have set you free?” "Why, yes,” replied De Lussac, “or I should not be standing before you here.” If you had put the situation before De Lussac In his calm moments, he would have said, speaking of his own position, “How horrible! In such a position I would be stricken dumb.” "Yet, after the first shock of the meeting, he felt perfectly at hts ease and. far from being dumb, he was able to converse fluently and rationally. Beauregard made a clicking noise with his tongue. ‘Well, that’s astonishing, and I give you my congratulations; for between you and me, Wy dear compte, I thought you were badly placed. It Is so easy to get Into la bastile but so deuced difficult to get out. But of course, with De Richelieu at your elbow things were easier. And how long have you been free7” De Lussac paused for half a sec ond before making dlls reply, and Beauregard noticed the pause. "About an hour.” “Ah, an hour. You have doubtless left your carriage close by?” “No, monsieur, I am on foot. De Lussac, as he spoke, turned and began to continue his way across the broad space leading to the Pont de la Tour nelle. Beauregard turned and walked with him. The charming lieutenant of Monsieur de Sartines had suddenly for the Comte de Lussac ceased to be a man and had become an obsession, a nightmare, a thing not to be borne. IJ- J A . . « .5 “Monsieur Beauregard,” said he, “I must wish you good day.” “Monsieur le comte,” replied Beaure gard, “I am walking your way. Let us cross the Pont de la Tournelle to gether. I have many things to say to you.” “As, for Instance—” “As, for Instance, monsieur, It sur i prises me to And you here alone and on foot, wearing a hat which obviously does not belong to you.” “Aha!” said De Lussac, without mov ing an Inch. “You criticize my dress?” "No, monsieur, only your hat.” “Well,” replied the comte, “let me say that If my hat displeases you, I, In turn, take exception to you altogether. It does not please me to walk through Paris with a thief-catcher dressed ha a noble.” Beauregard flushed red as a lobster. “That was 111 said, monsieur le comte. That was 111 said. My family Is not behind the family of the De Lussacs, and my position as chief under the lieutenant-general of police Is not be neath contempt. Ah, monsieur. It is easy to be seen In your person how the association with the pettifoggers of sedition, the pamphleteers and the canaille rusts the nobility in a man’s nature, destroys the gold and brings the brass to light.” “Monsieur,” said De Lussac, “you have twice Insulted me, all our po litical differences vanish, this Is a mat ter between you and me. Follow me, monsieur, or by the living God I will either pass my sword through your heart or chastise you with the scab bard like a dog.” He turned on his heel, and Beaure gard, choking In his gorget of gold lace, blind with rage and trembling with passion, followed him under tho Porte St. Bernard and then along the Porte St. Bernard which lined the bank of the river. To the left lay the river, where boats were moored to the bank, to the right the vast wood yards and open spaces, desolate and almost deserted. De Lussac led the way, by the wall skirting these yards till he reached the entrance to them. At each side of the entrance way stood a watch house, and here a man was always on guard to prevent pilfering from the woodpiles. When he saw the two noblemen ap proaching tho watchman left his little box and came and stood In tho open, looking at them and evidently won dering what their business might be. De Lussac took the louis from his pocket and gave it to the man. “This gentleman and I have some private business to transact,” said tho comte. "We do not wish to bo dis turbed, you understand?" “Oh, mon Dieu!” cried the delighted watchman, “’tls not for me to disturb you, my lord. Beyond those woodpiles there Is a big open space, room enough and sheltered from the port.” He glanced at the swords the gentleman carried, and laughed. “Come,” said De Lussac, and followed by Beauregard he found the place In dicated. an ideal spot for the business in hand. There were no preliminaries; the an tagonists simply stripped off their coots, drew their swords, and set to. Beauregard was accounted one of the best swordsmen In France, but no sooner had the swords crossed than he knew himself matched. DeLussac at tacked with the ferocity of a wolf, the cunning of a master at arms and a wrist of steel; the swords clung togeth er, kissed, parted, quarreled; 2u times the sword of Beauregard shot like a ribbon of light toward the breast of De Lussac, only to bo deflected by the parrying blade which 111 its turn at tacked only to be foiled and spend Its venom on the air. The quarreling of the steel could be heard by the watchman at the gate, who could tell by the sound the fury of tho encounter. Beauregard, cool up to now, had giv en no points to his adversary, but now the animal fury of the man broke out; he made a slight fault, saved himself, slipped, recovered, made a terrible lunge which De Lussac parried. 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