Women Go Marching On
l9he MINISTER
/ POLICE
By HENRY MONTJOY
Copyright, 1912, The Bobha-Merrill Company.
fate of Monsieur de Sartlnes. As he
told this, De Lussac sat down again in
his chair. He saw the situation at a
glance.
Madame Linden had, indeed, in some
miraculous manner, succeeded in gain
ing possession of the Porcheron paper.
He 'remembered Do Richelieu's words,
the statement about her visit. Heav
ens, what devotion, what genius had
been working on his behalf. She had
risked everything for him—liberty and
honor itself.
Rousseau noticed that the young
man's eyes had become filled with
tears, that his hands were trembling;
his lips, too.
"Ah, Monsieur Rousseau, Monsieur
Rousseau," said De Lussac, suddenly
leaning on the table and covering hla
eyes with his hand. "Philosophy—
wisdom—what is it all compared to
the love of the heart that never rea
sons and knows not fear? The lasly
you speak of, the woman you saw to
day, has given me life and liberty
at the risk of her own liberty and life.
You have never seen any one more
lovely than she, an'd you will never
see anything more beautiful than her
act. This packet for which she risked
everything must remain in your keep
ing till she sends for it. I do not
know her p'ans, but I shall know
them tonight. If you will give me a
corner to lie in till dusk, I will snatch
a few hours' sleep, and then I will
seek her house. You need have no
fear; the weapon she holds protects
us all—you who have given me shelter
and I have craved it. Indeed, I would
set out now for her home, only that
to enter it in the broad light of day
might interfere with whatever plans
she has formed. She is doubtless
watched."
Rousseau, without a word, led the
way into the parlor and pointed to
the couch. He shut the door on the
young man and returned to the work
room, glanced at the music paper on
the table, and sat down before it.
Ills mind was very much perturbed:
alone now with his fears und appre
hensions, he forgot everything but
them. At any moment he felt that
the police—despite De Lussac's assur
ances—might arrive, and even more
than the police lie dreaded the arrival
of Therese. He could have wept at
the mess he had got himself into.
Then his mind sought refuge in sound;
electrified by the troubles he wai
passing through, his musical intellect
became again abnormally clear. De
Lussac, had he not been sound asleep,
might have heard the faint tinkling of
the spinet, and at dusk, when the
comte opened the door of the work
room to take his leave, he found the
master seated at the table, with a
complete musical manuscript before
him.
It was "Rousseau'a Dream,” destined
to be tinkled forth on every spinet in
Europe, begun in distraction, wrecked
by a potato salad, and finished in the
perturbation of spirit that drives some
men to wine and some men to music.
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Wall From French Jurymen.
In France, as well as In England,
Jurymen have their grievances. The
latest can easily be remedied. The
French minister of justice has re
ceived an address signed by citizens
figuring on the Paris jury lists, pro
testing against the bare appearance
of the courts where they have to sit.
They point out that if—tired of look
ing at the Judges, counsel, witnesses
and other parties to a suit—they turn
their eyes upon the walls, nothing but
an inartistic paper meets their gaze.
In order to relieve this deadly mo
notony they beg that a print of Prud
hon's famous picture, "Justice in Pur
suit of Crime,” may be hung in each
court.
By William IB. Towne. in The Nautilus.
I heard Teddy’s maiden speech In behaJf
of woman suffrage the other night, and
the following day I saw the major por
tion of the great suffrage parade In Now
York city. After this experience one be
gins to eee woman suffrage as a coming
thing in the east as well as In the west.
The opening night at the Metropolitan
Opera house seldom draws a larger crowd
than that which gathered there to listen
to Colonel Roosevelt and witness the suf
frage pageant on the evening of May 3.
Outside the opera house at 8 o’clock was
an Immense but good natured crowd, try
ing to elbow its way through the doors.
The wives of millionaires touched elbows
with working girls from the East side.
Men were far more numerous than one
would anticipate.
Inside the immense building, with its
five galleries and main floor, every seat
had apparently been sold and permission
obtained from the Are commissioner* to
•ell 400 standing room tickets.
One hundred and seventy-flve college
girls in caps and gowns acted as ushers
and made a striking contrast to the pretty
women In evening dress whom they es
corted to seat* and boxes. Two of the
girls acted as pages or escorts for the
evening to Dr. Anna Shaw and Colonel
Roosevelt.
Dr. Shaw, ably assisted by a splendid
orchestra composed of both men and wom
en, opened the meeting by recalling the
fact that 66 years ago the first woman
suffrage convention in the United States
was held in a tiny Methodist Episcopal
church in New York city. At that con
vention two people, a colored man and a
white woman, lifted up their voices in be
half of woman’s right to vote. The man
was Frederick Douglas; the woman was
Elizabeth Cady Stanton.
Dr. Shaw paraphrased Lincoln's famous
statement by asking the men of the Unit
ed States to make our government in fact,
what It is in theory, a government of all
the people, by all the people for all the
people.
The speaker then presented Colonel
Roosevelt who was given an ovation by
his progressive friends. Men and women
in ail parts of the building arose and
waved flags and handkerchiefs and
cheered lustily, while the Colonel bowed,
smiled and waved his hand at his delight
ed audience. It reminded me of the re
ception given Caruso in the same building
a few months previous. But of course this
was a sedate and tame demonstration
compared with those which the Colonel re
ceives at a really truly political meeting.
At last the subject of this storm of ap
proval held up his hand for silence and
delivered the opening words of his speech
In his slow, forceful, staccato style, seem
ing to bite off each word as it fell from
his lips: “M4n and women, my fellow
citizens.’* This caused the applause to
ripple forth again for several moments.
Civilization, the Colonel s&ld, was spread
ing eastward fast. The old idea of man
as the master of the family was giving
way to the nobler and higher idea of equal
partnership. The speaker’s deliberate and
careful Judgment, after as thorough and
Impartial an investigation as he was able
to make in every state where woman suf
frage had already been granted, was that
In HA noaa. <+ ^__.-_
brushing teeth, combing hair, dressed
and ready for breakfast on time, In
bed by 9 o’clock, cheerfulness, kind
ness, order and care of clothes, bathing,
table manners, politeness and thought
fulness. The teacher will mark the at
tendance at school, times absent or
tardy, and the grades In reading, writ
ing, arithmetic and the other usual
studies.
Five hundred cards have been sent
to the county commissioner; these have
been given out to teachers for use dur
ing April, May and June of the present
spring. It Is thought that both parent
and teacher may accomplish much
more In training the children with the
all-around knowledge of the young
sters’ behavior and ability.
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School Specially Designed for
Children of Georgia Mill
Operatives.
A school specially designed for chil
dren of mill operatives Is a feature of
the Industrial educational system of
Columbus, Ga., according to a bulletin
Just Issued by the United States bu
reau of education. The school w'as
established wltn the Idea of encour
agalng attendance among the large
class of mill children In Columbus,
many of whom were not going to
school at all.
A handsome colonial residence In the
mill district w'as purchased by the
board of education for the new school.
Special pains were taken to adapt tho
course of study and the hours in the
school to the conditions of mlllwork.
School hourse are from 8 to 11 and
from 1 to 3:30. The long intermission
Is to enable the children to take
lunches to parents, brothers, sisters
and other who may be employed In the
mills. This is a regular dally task with
most of the children, some of them
earning several dollars a week as
“dinner totera.” The school Itself la
frequently termed by the children "the
dinner toters’ school.”
Although the aim of the school Is
Industrial, the “three Rs” are Insisted
upon even more severely than In the
regular schools, because of the limited
time the children have for schooling.
“Although the prescribed course con
templates seven years,” says the bul
letin, “few of the pupils continue after
the fifth and sixth year, so strong is
the call of the mills. Not more than
1 per cent finish this school and pur
sue their studies further.”
The three morning hours and tho
first hour of the afternoon are devoted
to academic studies, while the last
hour and a half of the day is given to
practical work. All the boys are re
quired to take the elementary course
In wood work and gardening. The
girls take basketry, sewing, cooking,
poultry raising and gardening. The
school Is In session all the year around,
and pupils are promoted quarterly.
The teachers live at the school and
keep “open house” to the people of the
community at all times.
This school Is only part of a care
fully developed system of Industrial
training In Columbus that Is intended
to reach the needs of all parts of the
population. Particularly significant
to many communities Is the Industrial
high school, the alms and scop.e of
which are also described In the
bureau’s bulletin.
Synopsis. , .
'THE MINISTER OF POLICE, by
Henry Mountjoy, Is a romance of Paris
during the Louis XV reign, a period when
Europe was in c. 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 prep- ing the great
explosion of the revolution. , .
Madame Linden, an Austrian lau>.
after completing a simple mission to tne
French county, lingers on In Paris, enj y
lng the gay life there. De Sartines, tn
minister cf police, thinks she baa some
other motive than pleasure in delay g
her departure and surrounds her wu
spies to discover, if possible, whether s
Is dabbling in state plots.
De Lussac is a noble of exception
character of that period. Handsome, »u
all the elegance of a man of A!1.® „CO*hai
there is still about him something tnat
stamps him as a man apart, something
the visionary, the enthusiast and tne pou
rare in that age of animal lust, chiuujK
wit and embroidered brutality. He isi, i
fact, steeped In the philosophy or Rous
seau and is trying to put this pbjtosophy
Into practice through his connection wiui
a secret society that is plotting the down
fall of the state. Before he has gone ra
enough to incriminate himBelf he falls
love with the beautiful Austrian, wno
persuades him his method of righting tne
wrongs of humanity is impracticable, ami
ends by promising to go to Vienna wltn
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 t<° 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 or 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.
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 ho
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 arrested and taken to
the Bastiie 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 succeeeds wrhere
her lover has failed.
sac had done. It was bad enough in
tlie eyes of the government to result
In his incarceration in the bastile.
The unpractical dreamer in the arm
chair, this visionary who, ull the same,
in the few pages of Le Contrat Social
fissured the old world of thought like
a ball of glass and freed the dream of
man's freedom like a bubble; this giant
who was also a child suddenly smote
himself a mighty blow on the fore
head.
Could Aroltaire be at the bottom of all
this? Tlie pretty woman, the myste
rious packet, the imprisoned friend:
could all this bo a plot laid for his
ruin by that arch enemy, that bro
caded monkey, that fat Francois Marie
Arouet de Voltaire!
The thought completed bis misery,
and Just as a child takes to sucking
its "comforter” for consolation, so did
our philosopher turn to his spinet. He
sat down before it and struck a few
notes. And now, mystery of the crea
tive imagination! Though his trou
bles were not forgotten, they had in
some magic way opened the doors of
that temple of the brain where music
sits and dreams.
An hour later he was seated at the
table with some music-paper before
him.
Therese had gone off for the day,
leaving behind her a potato salad for
Ills dinner. At 4 o'clock, urged by the
sensation of hunger, he searched for
and found the salad, devoured it and
found that he had wrecked the music
in his head; fell asleep, and was awak
ened by the ringing of the bell.
Thinking it was Therese returned,
he hurried down, and found De Lus
sac at the door.
It was only when he had reached
Rousseau's steps that De LusBac felt
the effects of his long fast. He had
not eaten that day, and he had gone
through adventures sufficient to tax
the strongest man.
He almost fell in Rousseau’s arms.
"I am pursued," said he. "and, mor
dieu! I can scarcely stand. Shelter me.
my friend, and give me something to
eat; I am fainting!”
Rousseau, a rabbit a moment ago but
a lion now, cast his arm round the
eomte to support him. He would have
defied the whole Hotel de Sartines,
guards, Swiss soldiers, lieutenant gen
eral and all, had they arrived to claim
their prisoner. For this sentimentalist,
this dreamer, this timorous spinet
tinkler was a man at heart. Always
fearful of the things that lay in the fu
ture, brought face to face with real
danger, called on by real distress, he
had no fear.
He led the comte up the rickety
stairs, placed him in the arm chair, and,
darting into the kitchen, which was also
tlie parlor, began to search for food,
lie found a pie prepared by Therese
for their supper, a bottle of wine, some
bread and a knife, fork and plate.
When De Lussac had finished half a
bottle of wine and made terrible in
roads into the sacred pie, the blood re
turned to his cheeks and life began for
him again.
In as few words as possible he told
his tale from the very beginning, and
Rousseau listened, astounded and per
plexed ; he could not reconcile the man
of intellect, the delicate, graceful and
gracious De Lussac, with the terrible
hornet that had burst from the Bastile,
half strangling De Richelieu, striking
Beauregard with its sting, smiting and
pursuing In broad day the agents of De
Sartines. buzzing its victorious way
across Paris and lighting at his steps
in the resumed formed of the graceful
ind delicate De Lussac.
It was an object lesson in that most
lifficult subject, man, delivered as if
by heaven to this philosopher who had
made mankind his study.
"Mordieu!" said he, permitting him
self for once to swear, "what you tell
me sounds like a conte by Monsieur
l'olbas. And is this Monsieur de Beau
regard likely to die of his wounds?”
"I do not know," replied De Lussac.
‘I trust not. Should lie die, however,
my mind is clear on the matter. I did
t in self-defense.”
"Ay, ay,” replied Rousseau; "in self
lefense, but all the same, he acted from
Juty. You killed him in the execution
jf his duty."
"Pardon me," cut In the other. "Do
tot say ’killed’, for I left him still liv
ing.”
Rut Jean Jacques heard him not. He
bad risen to his feet and was pacing
Lhe floor, urging by his infernal Im
agination.
"To kill a man In the execution of
iiis duty Is a grave offense. I am not
speaking of the human law, but of that
moral code which is part of the struc
ture of the human mind—”
“But, monsieur, I have not killed
him; and our quarrel was private; he
nsulted my hat, 1 challenged him, and
ie fell. Such things happen every day
in Paris.”
“Yes, so do murders and larcenies.
Stay; I do not wish to stand in Judg
ment over you. Who am I to do so?
But 1 think, monsieur, you have been
precipitate. In breaking from prison
you laid yourself out a course that in
evitably entailed disaster to others, if
not to yourself. Take, for instance.
Monsieur le Due de Richelieu."
"He is not hurt.’’
"This Monsieur de Beauregard.”
“He will recover."
“The agent—”
“Whom I felled? Oh, mordieu! 1
wager he is even now Joining in the
hunt for me.”
’’Take mysqif. I give you refuge, but
In doing so I endanger my own very
safety. You have been precipitate,
whereas you should have been philo
sophical.”
"In what way?" asked De Lussac,
who had risen to his feet.
“You should have remained in his
majesty’s fortress of the bastile, and
sent for me. I would have seen the
king, I would have used rny influence;
your friends would have helped me—
then all would havo been well.”
De Lussac had not told Jean Jacques
of the document which had led to all
this trouble, simply stating that his im
prisonment was due to his connection
with the Society of the Midi; nor did
he tell him now.
"Monsieur," said he, moving toward
the door, "what you say is true. My
presence here is inimical to your safety.
I go.”
“You will not,” replied Rousseau,
placing himself before the door. ‘‘No,
monsieur, you have cast yourself on my
protection, and my protection you shall
have. Besides, you have another friend
with whom I must communicate.”
He told of the Baroness Linden's
visit that morning, of the packet she
tiad asked him to keep and of her state
ment that the packet contained a wea
pon giving her entire power over the
form, but that In every case it had worked
for civic, social and industrial Improve
ment. He had received, the speaker said,
a very interesting letter from Miss Ida
Tarbel, giving many excellent reasons
why she thought women ought not to vote.
It occurred to him that If Miss Tarbel
was competent to advise him how to vote,
ahe ought to be fully competent herself to
vote. In every community where women
have been given the vote, it has meant
so much less of power to the underworld.
Out In Michigan, before election, the
speaker saw placards posted In the win
dows of all salopns reading: “Vote
Against Woman Suffrage." These plac
ards, he was careful to explain, he saw
from the outside of the saloons. In con
clusion he asked that the ballot be given
to woman, first, because it was her right,
second, because it was man’s duty to
grant it, and third, because the best inter
ests of both men and women would be
served by so doing.
The pageant which followed cannot be
adequately described. The immense Met
ropolitan stage allowed the needed impres
sion of vast distances. I append a brief
jyord picture taken from the New York
Press:
The scene was the Elysian Fields by
moonlight. In the background rose the
Mountain of Freedom. At each of the
white columns of the temple stood a
white-clad sentinel of Freedom, watching
over women sleeping on the terrace below.
Hope, impersonated by Florence Flem
ing Noyes, appeared on the temple steps
carrying a lighted torch. She came down
the steps and lit a flame on the Altar of
Truth. Her handmaidens followed and
twined garlands about the altar. Then
with Hope they danced barefooted among
the sleeping women.
At this point Woman, portrayed by
Pauline Fredericks, entered, seeking to
touch the flitting forms which always
eluded her. In despair she knelt before
the altar and was shown a vision of
EYeedom, far within the temple, standing
with hands outspread and wings poised.
The vision faded and a procession of the
states descended the steps. The nine
states in which women vote appeared with
a burst of triumphant music and mount
ed the temple steps. From the forehead
of each of these favored states gleamed a
brilliant electric star.
Woman rushed after them, but was
barred at the foot of the steps by the
spears of the men of the states which have
not woman suffrage. She appealed to Jus
tice, who parted the phalanx of spears
with a sweeping stroke of her sword.
As they stood at the altar, Columbia,
played by IJllian Nordica, appeared to
the music of “My Country, ’TIs of Thee.’’
Halting before the altar, Mme. Nordica
waved an American flag and began to
sing, “The Star Spangled Banner.” Swept
away by enthusiasm, the audience rose,
waving American flags, and Joined in the
singing. In a second the house was a flut
tering mass of red, white and blue, and
the roof trembled with the echoes.
Thus ended the most impressive woman
suffrage demonstration ever held in the
new world up to the present time.
Home and School Report Cards.
From the New York Independent.
"I got 90 in brushing my teeth this
month! What’d you get?"
you get?"
This is the sort of question Michigan
children are asking each other this
spring, for the home-and-school report
card is being tried out in Hillsdale and
other counties as a new means of
bringing about increased co-operation
between the teachers paid by the state
and the more responsible ones who are
not. The National Bureau of Educa
tion Is Interested in extending the ex
periment.
On a single card rho parent marks
the standing of the child In home work,
the teacher in school work. Home
markings cover the subjects of sewing,
mending, bread making, cooking, set
ting and serving table, washing and
w iping dishes, washing, ironing, sweep
ing, making beds, dusting, the care of
younger children, making fires, getting
water, coal and kindling, feeding stock
or poultry, milking cows, barn or yard
work, garden or field work, errands,
Making Cities Rich.
From the Bclence Monitor.
Adolph Melzer, a wealthy Indianan, ha*
deposited in a local bank $5,000 with the
promise that the principal and accrued
compound Interest shall be available in
210 years, or 2128, for the relief and care
of dumb animals. In 2123 the $5,000 will
have grown to $20,500,000. He also depos
ited $1,000 for the city of Evansville to be
available with its accrued interest in 260
years. The amount in 2163 will be $20,000,
000, according to a mathematician who
has figured It out.
THIS TRANSPARENT
GOWN FOR BOSTON
'jCbdawooQ
This remarkable transparent
gown was imported from Paris bv
a society lady of Boston, who will
wear it at “tea dances” this falL
Ordinarily, the gown appears no
different from the usual garment
worn by fashionable women, but im
mediately the rays of a strong light
strike it, the transformation into
an “X-ray gown” takes place.
Various cities have enforced an
ordinance against wearing modifica
tions of this gown which seems to
be finding favor with the ladies, and
other communities compel the wear
ers to walk on the shaay side of the
street.
The gown is made of black lace
and is worn over black silk knicker
bockers and black silk stockings.
CHAPTER IX—(Continued.)
The carriage had turned from the
Rue des Balais into the Rue Pavee, it
had passed the Hotel de Lamolgnon
and was abreast of the monstrous high
blank wall of the Filles Bi.eues when it
stopped. De Lussac looked out of the
left-hand window and saw approach
ing them the agent who had driven
them yesterday. He had seen the car
riage approaching and signaled to it to
stop. Without doubt he was aware
of De Lussac's escape and had stopped
the carriage to communicate the fact
to Monsieur Beauregard.
This would have been th.e end of all
things to most men, but this poet and
dreamer so terrible In action, un
daunted, flung the door of the carriage
open and shut it again, turned on the
agent, who was now at his elbow,
felled him with a blow on the point of
the chin, whipped his sword from its
scabbard, and turned on the driver of
the carriage, who, bundling off the
box, fled toward the Rue des Balais,
pursued for 10 yards or so by the mun
with the sword.
Then De Lussac, running back to
ward the carriage and sheathing his
eword as he ran, sprang on the box,
seised the reins and the whip from its
socket, and started the horses. The
whole affair had happened with the ra
pidity of lightning, but several people
who had been in the street were now
shouting and running after the car
riage; the coward driver had turned
and was calling on others to fol
low him. Speed was De Lussac's only
chance, and fortunately for him the
horses were as swift as they were pow
erful. The long stretch of the Rue
Pavee that lay before him game him
his chance. He took it at a full gal
lop, turned the wide corner into the
Rue Bleue and found himself out of
sight of his pursuers. Then, reining
the horses to a swift trot, lie headed
for the Rue de la Htype, feeling that
victory at last was his.
The precaution that he had taken of
closing the carriage door was not the
least part of his victory. With a swing
ing door he would most certainly have
drawn the attention and perhaps pur
suit of tlie people in the Rue Bleue.
Ten minutes later he drew up in the
Rue de la Harpe, dismounted from the
box and, leaving the carriage to take
care of itself, turned into the Rue
Monis, a narrow' street leading directly
into the Rue Plastrlere.
A few minutes later he was pulling
at the queasy bell of the house before
which we saw Madame Linden inter
viewing Monsieur Rousseau of Geneva.
CHAPTER X.
ROUSSEAU’S DREAM.
Tile unfortunate Rousseau had spent
a most miserable day. He was one of
those people who are destitute of the
sense of humor, a magnifier of trifles.
No sooner had he returned to his house
with the packet given to him by Mad
ame Linden and placed it in an old
bureau of the room where ho worked,
than he regretted having mixed him
self up in the business at all.
He had mixed himself up with an
Intrigue, the magnetism of Madame
Linden no longer held him, and the
deep distrust with which this extraor
dinary man viewed his fellow-creaturefl
once more had him in Its grip.
He sat down In an old arm-chair by
the spinet which stood opposite the
door of the dusty sitting-room, and fell
to considering the position. De Lus
sac he had known and respected as a
young man, wealthy, of noble birth
and fine appearance, who, despite these
worldly gifts, had displayed an earnest
ness of thought strangely at variance
with the frank futility marking the
thought of the court; but he knew lit
tle else about the comte, except that
he was an admirer and disciple of Jean
Jacques Rousseau.
Unhappy Rousseau! Like many a
great man, he had doubts of his own
infallibility; he who doubts others be
comes a doubter of his own merits, and
the distrust he had suddenly conceived
for this pupil of his was spreading now
to himself.
He felt as a Buddhist priest might
feel whose Chtlah has suddenly gone
daft and run amuck—without the
priest's religious stand-by.
What had De Lussac done? He did
not know, and yet he had flung in his
lot with De Lussac. Whatever De Lus
PART III.
CHAPTER I.
THE CAMPAIGN ON MADAME.
Madame Linden, having taken her
departure from the Hotel de Richelieu,
drove to her house In the Rue Coq
Heron. Her plan of campaign against
Do Sartlnes was developing Into action
with admirable precision.
One might have Imagined that her
first thought on finding herself In pos
session of the Porcheron document
would have been the freedom of De
Lussac. She, however, was quite un
aware of the sufferings of the comte
and absolutely Ignorant of the terrors
of Imprisonment In the bastlle. Her
plan against De Sartlnes lnduded the
release of De Lussac that evening and
It seemed to her that a few hours of
imprisonment more or less did not mat
ter. Assured of her power to free him,
she put De Lussac from her mind. De
Joyeuse, Madame de Stenlle, and Mad
ame d’Harlancourt she had dealt with
and punished sufficiently for their
petty offenses; De Sartlnes alone oc
cupied her thoughts. Her hatred for
De Sartlnes had become during the
last hour a passion; that word of In
sult spoken by him before De Richelieu
and the others had completed what his
acts had begun. Her heart held no
mercy for him.
When she arrived at her house she
dismissed the carriage, was admitted
by Rosine, and went upstairs calling
on the maid to follow her.
"Were Is Plaeide?" asked madame.
“Mu fol, where indeed!" replied Ros
ine. "In some cabaret most likely; he
went out at 12 and now tls half past
two and he has not returned.”
“Well, never mind him, but when he
returns Bend him to me. And now to
work. My boxes must all be packed,
for I leave Paris tonight at 16 o’clock.”
"Tonight, madame!"
"Yes, tonight; and I give a small re
ception at 8.”
"But, madarpe—”
”1 know what you are going to say.
You need not trouble; there will be no
preparations or worry about food. Mon
sieur de Sartlnes will provide the en
tertainment.” Madame looked grimly
around her, then she went to her bu
reau and wrote three notes while Ros.
lne stood by waiting.
(Continued next week.)
Homer’s Birthplace as It Now Is.
From the Christian Herald.
Architecturally, Smyrna must have
degenerated since the ancient days, for
we are told that then the streets were
broad and handsome, well paved and
running at right angles with each oth
er. There were a number of squares
and porticoes and Olympic gumes were
celebrated with great enthusiasm, a
grand music hall at Odeon, a Homer
Ion and many temples, of which the
most famous was that of the Olympian
Jupiter, In which the reigning emper
or was practically the god worshiped.
The ancient Smyrnlotes were inordi
nately proud of their city; they called
It the “First of Asia,” though the Ep
hesians violently disputed tills claim.
The inhabitants also called their city
the “City of Homer,” who they claimed
hud been born and brought up beside
their sacred river, Meles. They put his
Image upon a coin, which they called
a Homcrlon, a name given te one of
their temples. Enormous fragments
yet remain showing what tremendous
buildings once occupied the broad pla
teau on the summit of the acropolis,
and as one rebuild* bn imagination
these wonderful piles he can easily for
give the Smyrnlotes of old for their
grandiloquent praise of their city and
its beautiful crown.
I ^ t y
Uptodate Ruralism.
From the Clavelund Plain Dealer.
The farmer who took in summer
hoarders greeted the new arrivals with
truly rural enthusiasm.
“I'm right deown glad to meet ye."
he cried, as he extended his horny
hand. “Heow’s th’ folks to h"un?”
The man of the party looked at the
enthusiast with some suspicion.
“Farmer,” he said, “your dialect
strongly reminds me of the stage vari
ety."
The agriculturist grinned.
“It’s all right, isn't It?” he asked. “I
gave an actor a month's board free to
teach it to me.”
■ ■
Important to Mothers
Exnmiue carefully every bottle of
CASTOKIA, a safe and sure remedy for
Infants and children, and see that it
Signature of
In Use For Over 30 Years.
Children Cry for Fletcher’s Castoris
Looney Season Begins.
"Golf? Why, man, you’re crazier
than a loon. The Idea of a fellow on
a hot day like this going out and club
bing around a little white pill in the
sun!”
"What are you going to do?”
"Who, me? I'm going to get a row
boat and pull over the lake and try
to get some fish.”
"Pish? The last flsh was caught
out of that lake three years ago.”
"Well, I know that. Suppose 1 don’t
get any flsh, I’ve had a tiptop boat
ride, haven’t I?"
Haste Unnecessary.
"Hurry up that order!” said a trav
eler in a railroad eating house down
•outh. “I’m afraid I’ll miss my train!"
"Yas, sah, boss!” the waiter an
swered as he hurried off.
After what seemed an almost inter
minable wait to the traveler, he re
turned with the food. As he set It
down he asked:
“Is you de gentlemans what feared
he’d miss de train?”
“Yes,” was the reply.
“Well, you needn't be feared ob dat,
■ah, no mo'.’’
"Good! Is it late?” the traveler in
quired.
"No, sah, it's done gone!” was the
waiter’s affable and reassuring re
sponse.
Know Him7
"Why does Noknob wear that uni
form?"
"He’s a scout.”
“What kind?”
“A good old.”
Some of our relatives are about as
■aeless to us as empty tomato cans.
THE DOCTOR’8 GIFT
Food Worth Its Weight in Gold.
We usually expect the doctor to put
■a on some kind of penance and give
as bitter medicines.
A Penn, doctor brought a patient
something entirely different and the
jesoltB are truly Interesting.
“Two years ago,” writes this pa
tient, "I was a frequent victim of acute
Indigestion and biliousness, being al
lowed to eat very few things. One day
our family doctor brought me a small
package, saying he had found some
thing for me to eat.
“He said It was a food called Grape
Nuts and even as Its golden color
might suggest it was worth its weight
In gold. I was sick and tired, trying
one thing after another to no avail, but
consented to try this new food.
"Well! It surpassed my doctor's
fondest anticipation and every day
since then I have blessed the good
doctor and the inventor of Grape
Nuts.
"I noticed Improvement at once and
In a month’s time my former spells of
Indigestion had disappeared. In two
months I felt like a new man. My
mind was much clearer and keener,
my body took on the vitality of youth,
and this condition has'eontinued.”
“There’s a Reason.” Name given by
Postum Co., Battle Creek, Mich. Read
“The Road to Wellville,” in pkgs.
Ever rend the above letter? A new
•lie appear!* from time to time. They
•re ffenulae, true, uutl full or humaa
Interest.
