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HADN’T TOLD ANY UNTRUTH Colored Witness Simply Stated a Fact, Though It Was Not the Informa tion Desired. In St. Louis a stout colored woman, apparently about forty years old, was called as a witness In an assault case before a police Judge. She said: “I am eighty-four and I live down near the river, and this Is what I saw when the fight took place.” She then gave her account of the assault. On cross-examination the attorney for the defense asked her when and where she was born, and she replied: “Right here in St. Louis, in July, •72.” “Then,” cried the lawyer in a tri umphant tone, “what do you mean by saying that you are eighty-four?” "Oh,” replied the old darky, “that ain't my age; that is my bust meas ^ uremenL” Scorned. "It's true, Miss Plummer, that I should not have tried to kiss you on such a elight acquaintance and I am heartily sorry. What can I do in palliation of my offense?” “If you are sincere, Mr. Pinhead, In what you say, you might betake yourself to some other part of the lawn and leave the coast clear for a man I see approaching who has the reputation of getting what he goes after.” ir - Quiet English Parish. The tiny parish of Clannaborough, North Devon, England, a little village, has a population of only 42, so that baptisms, marriages and burials are not very frequent. The other week the first marriage ceremony for 15 years took place, but even then the couple were not parishioners, the bride coming from St. Austell, the bridegroom, whose home is at Ex mouth, being the rector's brother-in law. i I' An Endearing Act. Wife (pleading)—I'm afraid, Jack, you do not love me any more—any way, not as well as you used to. Husband—Why ? \Wife—Because you always let me get up to light the fire now. Husband—Nonsense, my love! Your getting up to light the fire makes me love you all the more. After the Premiere. 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They wre Kcunitie, true, and full of human tn l ere at. m? MINISTER , POLICE | Bj HENRY MONTJOY Copyrisht. 1912, The Bobb»-Merrill Company. Synopsis. “THE MINISTER OF POLICE.” by Henry Mountjoy, is a romance of Paris during the Louis XV reign, a period when Europe was in a condition of foment and unrest; when Voltaire was breaking to pieces the shackles of religion; when Rousseau at the Cafe de Re gen an ce 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 I aris. en joying the gay life there. De Sartines, tne minister of police, thinks she has some other motive than pleasure in delaying her departure and surrounds her wu epies to discover, if possible, whether sue Is dabbling in state plots. De Lussac is a noble of exceptional character of that period. Handsome, wlti all the elegance of a man of the court, there is still about him something tnar stamps him as a man apart, something o the visionary, the enthusiast and tne poet, rare in that age of animal lust, chilling 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 wiu a secret society that !a plotting the down fall of the state. Before he has gone tar enough to incriminate himself he falia m love with the beautiful Austrian, who per suades him his method of righting tne wrongs of humanity is impracticable, ana ends by promising to go to Vienna wun her to live. As he leaves her house a fellow con spirator, his chief, joins him, sayw several of their members ara arrested, and en trusts the secret articles of the association to him. He then explains to De lussac that their only hope Is to intimidate tne 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. 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, but is surprised and leaves it in a drawer which he has unlocked. Before be 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 homo and succeeds where her lover has failed. PART III. CHAPTER II— (Continued). “Ah,” said Madame du Barry when she had finished reading, “can it be that De Sartines—” De Maupeou cut her short with a grimace. In the mirror opposite to him he had seen a curtain pushed aside and the form of a gentleman dis closing itself at the doorway. It was the king, who had entered unan nounced. “Good day, Madame. Good day, Monsieur de Maupeou. Well, what is this I hear about Monsieur de Sar tines?’' r, »» ♦1-10 comtesse, "it is not what we hear about Monsieur de Sartines that troubles me but rather what we do not hear, tie was to have called upon me to-day with reference to matters like this”— Bhe handed the verses to the king— "but he. has not arrived. He is too busy, no doubt, with the arrest of pickpockets and other high affairs of state no trouble about matters like these.” The king read the verses carefully through, for he was very often min ute in affairs of that sort, and with every line his irritation deepened. It was not so much the thing itself that angered him as the whole situation. Tlie Choiseuls, the Duchess de Ora mont, the thousand and one hitter en emies of the Du Barry all were con spiring to make his bed of roses a bed of thorns; the ballad-mongers were helping as far as they could. He flung the thing on the floor with so much ill temper that the favorite forgot her own anger and began to laugh. “Fortunately, dear France, if we have not a De Sartines to make these gen tlemen eat their own words, we have a De Maupeou.” She handed the king the order of inquiry which De Maupeou had brought her, and De Maupeou, who knew the king better than she did, cursed inwardly as he watched him reading it, knowing that in his present temper his majesty was impracticable. What he feared happened. Having read the paper, Douis hand ed it back to De Maupeou. "We will see, monsieur, we will see. But at present it seems to me there is nothing to be done. It is the men who pay for these things being written rather than the men who write them that we should give our attention to.” "But, your majesty,” said De Mau peou, “it is not against the Versifiers that this paper is directed, though in deed it includes them in its net. but a serious conspiracy against the welfare of the state.” His majesty imagined, from finding De Maupeou and Madame du Barry together, that this serious con spiracy to which the vice chancellor alluded had to do with the tormentors of the favorite. De Mau peou would strike them, no doubt, and they would strike back. He did not mind De Maupeou striking them, but he objected to their striking back, and all the fuss and fury of a prose cution ably defended. He loved peace, not for its sake, but for his own sake. “Well, we will see. Come to me to morrow and we will talk the matter over. I am ennuye.” He approached the macaw and examined it with se rious attention, while Do Maupeou, furious, with all his plans paralyzed, If not shattered, prepared to go. But Mudame du Barry held him with a glance. “Your majesty remembers that 1 have a little dinner party today and a little surprise for my guests in the form of a certain pie.” "Ah, the pie!” said the king, laugh ing and turning from the bird. "Yes, I remember now the pie.” "Well, your Majesty, since Monsieur de Maupeou is here and since Mon sieur de Maupeou is the representa tive of the law, I would ask him to be present at the inauguration of my pie, since Monsieur de Sartines, the representative of order, is absent." The king glanced at the severe and serious face of Monsieur de Maupeou and burst out laughing. "Ma foi!" cried he, "an excellent Idea. My dear De Maupeou, you must dine with us today.” “Your wish is my command, sire," replied De Maupeon, vaguely uneasy nt the hinted mystery of this pie and the manner-of the king, but glad, all the same, of another chance to push his request. "But, if 1 may make so bold to say so, at the inauguration of a novel form of cookery a representa tive of the law seems to me less called for than a representative of medicine in the form of your majesty's phy sician." "Make your mind easy, dear Mon sieur de Maupeou,” said the comtesse, "my pie will give indigestion to no one; no one will swallow it, yet it is compounded of one thing that, accord ing to the sages, makes men fat.” "And what is that, madame?" asked the vice chancellor. "Laughter,"’ she replied. Almost as slje uttered the word the door by which the king had entered opened and a servant announced; “Madame la Comtesse d'Egmont." The daughter of Richelieu belonged to the skirts of the De Choiseul party, that is to say, she hated Madame dti Barry as bitterly as any one of them, yet was anxious to please the king on her father's account Hence her presence today. She had scarcely made her compli ments to the king and ttie comtesse than the servant's voice announced: "Monsieur i'Abbe Fremont" And before the cleric had fully paid his homage, entered the Comtesse de Coigny, charming, youthful and full of grace, followed by the Due d’Aiguillon, the Ccmte de Coigyn and Chon du Barrv, exquisite in a robe au bord de riviere green clasped by a great brooch of emeralds at the waist. They had all been herded chatter ing in the anteroom till the last mo ment possible, and now' as they s{ood talking, the king, the Due d'Aiguillon, the Comtesse d’Egmont and the Com tesse de Coigny forming one group; the Abbe Fremont, the Comtesse du Barry and the Comte de Coigny form ing another, while Chon contented herself with teasing Combefere. As they were talking thus the door sud denly opened and like a thunderclap to D.e Maupeou, the servant announced: “Monsieur le Comte de Sartines.” This arrival of Monsieur de Sartines deserves a word: When he had left the Due de Richelieu’s hous.e, having given his grace the order of secret ad iv*itttance to the Bastile, he returned to the Hotel de Sartin.es very much perturbed in his mind. He was used to enemies, he was used to traps, he was used even to attempts on his life; but in all his experience he had never found himself in a position half bo grave as the present. He could im prison the wttman who held him in her grip, but were he to do so her infernal ingenuity would hit him no less surely; De Maupeou would receive the weapon from the hands of the unknown who held it, and as surely as death is the portion of man De Maupeou would use it. He sat for a while deep in thought. He could see no possible outlet from the trap that surrounded him. Sud denly he struck himself on the fore head. The king! That was his only chance. He w'ould lay the whole mat ter before the king and attack De Maupeou before De Maupeou could at tack him. nt* niifw Lii“ nine «cu, shuffler and evader and double-dealer. He knew that If De Meaupeou wer.e to lay a formal charge, backed by that atrocious paper, the king would hush the matter up for his own sake, and that the hush money he would pay De Maupeou would be his—De Sartin.es’— disgrace and exile. It was imperative to frighten the king, to poison his mind against De Maupeou—nay, even to lie to the king, accuse De Maupeou and Madame Lind.en of having stolen the paper from De Richelieu. Nay, even better than that, of having concocted the thing and forged his—De Sartines’ —signature to it. The king would know this to be a lie; that did not matter in th.e least. Before the dan ger of having his own name implicated the lying king would back his lying lieutenant general of police. The king would sacrifice De Mau peou just as readily as De Sartines. It all depended on which of the two got his ear first and frightened him against the other. He glanced at the clock. It was now 3:30. Driving swiftly he could reach Versailles at 5; that would be the king’s dinner hour and a bad time for an interview; still, the case was des perate and he could not delay, as it was imperative for him to return ta Paris and reach Madame Linden’s house at 8. He rang for his horses and in 10 minutes was on th.e road. When he arrived at Versailles he was received with the news that the king was dining with Madame du Barry. Du Barry! In an instant he remembered—what he had up to this forgotten—that he had promised to call that day on th.e comtesse with re gard to the ballad mongers. He had promised to call at noon, and he had failed to keep his appoint merit. Madame Linden had driven it out of his mind. Again in this duel with the Austrian woman she had scored; just by the power of obsessing his thoughts sh,e had caused him to make this slip. He stood for a moment balked and furious, thought outwardly quite calm. Then, passing u^ the great staircase, he for the apartments of the favorite. The antechamber, crowded all the morning, was now empty of every thing but the Chinese Jars and man darins, the hundred and one nicknacks that made the place a curiosity shop, the palms in pots, the cage of mar mosets and a huge lackey on duty. “Has dinner been served?” asked De Sartines of the latter. “Not yet, monsieur.” “Announce me.” The servant cast •f'e door wide open and De Sartines found himself front ing the assembled guests. He saw the king, he saw Madame du Barry, the Comtesse de Coigny, the Comtesse d’Egmont; the Due d’Aiguil lon. the Abbe Fremont. All these he saw as one sees the lesser characters in a play, indifferent figures besides the figure of De Mau peou in the circle surrounding the king. De Maupeou was first. De Sartines stood for half a moment as though he had seen death. CHAPTER III. A PIE AND A SUPRISE Only for half a moment. In the next he was bowing to his majesty, and the comtesse, who had turned and was contemplating him with an expression curiously difficult to analyze. Was it derision, was it mirth, was she angry with him, or had she forgotten the broken appointment? The reader of faces, the most astute physi ogomist for whom the human face, as a rule, was but a veil of gauze could read nothing for certain In that beauti ful face, so capricious, so strangely un marked by destiny. “Why, here Is order," cried the com tesse, "come upon the heels of law ami the church! My party is complete. Monsieur de Sartines, you must dine with us today.” “Madame, 1 shall be charmed. Would that 1 could have arrived earlier but—" 'X know," she cut in. “you had your literary affairs to attend to. No mat ter, dear poet, no matter how late, you are always welcome.” Dear poet! So she had not forgotten; not only that, but the words and the manner in which they were spoken told him that she knew of Ills indifference to the doings of the ballard writers, anil he saw in a flash that De Maupeou had been before hint not only with the king but with the favorite. "Madame,” said he, taking advantage of the fact that the others had drawn slightly away, “of those scribblers about whom you were speaking to me: 1 hope that the chief of them—the only one who has not escaped from France—I suy I hope that the chief of them \ ill be safely in prison by to night.” “Oh. Monsieur,” replied she. “I hope that will not happen. I do not wish on account of inv petty affairs that France should lose so excellent a min ister of police as Monsieur de Sartines.” She turned away, leaving this dag ger quivering in his heart, and even as she turned dinner was announced and the guests passed into the dining room, the unfortunate De Sartines bringing up the rear, stricken, speechless, yet showing nothing of his discomilture in his face. The dining room which they entered was very different from that which had once been the dining room of the Prin cess Adelaide. The walls only were the same: upholstered ip crimson, with over-doors by Drouals, a Cupid-haunt ed enliing from the brush of Boucher, and panel pictures daring in both color and theme by Vien, the place looked exactly what it was; the home of color that paints the human face, impudence that scents itself with patchouli. There were nine covers laid and, counting De Sartines, ten guests. When all were seated, De Sartines was left standing. “Oh. ma foil” cried the comtesse, as the servants hurried to lay a fresh cover, "I had forgotten Monsieur de Sartines. Bubin, place Monsieur do Sartines- chair by the chair of Monsieur l’Abbe, on the left so that the light will not try his eyes. I know you have a horror of a strong light, dear Monsieur de Sartines.” Monsieur de Sartines bowed as ho slipped into his seat; he had a poison ous retort on his lips but he dared not utter ft. "Monsieur de Sartines,” said the king, who had commenced his soup, "what is this 1 hear the comtesse say ing about your eyes?” “Only that I am half blinded, sire.” ‘"Since when?” “Always, your majesty, when I Anil myself in the presence of superlative beauty.” He bowed to the comtesse, who re turned the bow mockingly and turned her attention to the Duq d’Algulllon; she was evidently still unappeased and beyond the reach of blandishment. “Monsier de Sartines," said the king, finishing his soup and raising a glass of topaz-colored wine to his lips, “it seems to me there are only two men in my kingdom who have portfolios and yet have the old wit that bites In epi grams and charms in compliment.” “And those two men, sire?” "They are Monsieur le Due de Choi seul and Monsieur le Comte de Sar tines.” "O, sire!” cried the minister of po lice, picking up his spirits, "what you say is false.” "False!” “There is a third man who is, yet, not a man, beside whom Monsieur de Choiseul and Monsieur de Sartines are blunderers at that game.” “And who is this man who is not a man, pray?” “A king, sire.” “Ma foi!” cried his majesty, laugh ing, “it seems to me Monsieur de Sar tines, you pay that king a doubtful compliment." “O, sire,” laughed De Sartines amazed at himself and hating himself for having made this faux pas, the only one in all his life, “since when is a king a man, since he belongs to the company of those above us?" De Maupeou, who had been sitting mumchance up to this, east his eyes up to the ceiling and laughed. De Sar tines, the king, and all within the range of the conversation looked up, only to see the fat cupids of Boucher leering at them from the celling. “Urn,” said the king. He turned to the Abbe Fremont with some inquiry as to tlie state of affairs in Picardy, from which province the ecclesiastic hailed, while the Comtesse d'Egmont, unable to contain herself, laughed frankly at the face of De Sartines, who, paralyzed by his ill luck, would have given his portfolio for the fall of the ceiling, cupids and all, on the head of Dc Maupeou. It was decidedly one of his unlucky days; a moment ago the king had been charming, and now he was out of tem per. The minister of police applied himself to the trout a la Mayenne which was before him. (Continued next week.) Roosevelt Carried Primaries Once. The Chicago Inter-Ocean, organ of all that is reactionary and vicious in public life for a quarter of a century, may have changed its spots lately, but it is under suspicion instantly that it begins to coo to Colonel Roosevelt as it does in this paragraph: Most states now have direct primary nomination law-s. Under these laws a can didate can take any party name that 1 pleases him. They also afford voters facilities for changing their party labels. I What prevents Colonel Roosevelt from I calling himself a "republican” candidate? What prevents the 4.000,000 voters, mostly I republicans, who marked their ballots for him In 1912 from doing so at the primaries ! In 1910? Thus he could get the nomina tion without any repudiation of principles. It moves the Chicago Evening Post ' to say: ; The main point of this wonderful politi cal dream of our safe and sane neighbor 1 Is that Colonel Roosevelt by entering the I republican primaries is to capture the re publican nomination In 1916. Has the Inter Ocean conveniently for gotten 1912? Before the republican con | ventlon of June a year ago Colonel Roose ' velt entered the republican primaries, de feated Taft overwhelmingly wherever there was a popular vote in all the great republican states, and yet the national i committee gave the nomination to Mr. I Taft. j The present national committee has not only perpetuated but increased the powers it held n 1912 to steal a presidential nom ination. Omitting, as the Inter Ocean so cheerfully does, all account of the morals of its little scheme, is it natural to expect that the men who stole the nomination from Roosevelt in 1912 would be more squeami«h about repeating the trick in 1916? As to our esteemed contemporary’s pre sentation of the boom of Charles E. Hughes, we seem to recall that the Jus tice resolutely refused to throw his hat l.ito the ring last year. Are the repub lican prospects to be more tempting to the Judicial bonnnt In 1916? There were 1,011 fatalities on Brit ish railroads last year, 59 less than I the year before. BISHOP’S POINT WELL MADE Rebuke to Which It Is Hard to See How the Curate Could Make an Answer. Bishop Ollphant of I.landaff had a well-to-do young man as curate who had rather sporting instincts. He kept his own horses and always drove tandem. The bishop disapproved, and decided to administer a rebuke on a favorable opportunity. Both the bishop and the curate, each driving in his own way, met near the historic Cow and Snuffers. The bishop, of course, was driving two abreast, and the cur ate tandem, as usual. "I really must protest,” said the bishop, "at your driving about in such a manner.” ''Well, my lord,” said the curate, "you are driving two horses, and so am I. 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