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I told him. “but we tire going tc butcher on Tuesday, and If you ear in- there mi that day we will give you the pig jowls.” "Mlstuh Charles." said Pete with tut injured look on bis face, "I sho’ will help yo’ all wid do work, but since l’s«. got my pension I eat furder back oh di bog.” According to Evidence. Mrs. Bllsou (sentimentally) — It’s love that makes the world go 'round. Mr. Bllsou (a lawyer)—No wonder It gets dizzy. <iod helps them that helps them* selves. ir There’s “Body” ; To ! Instant Postum and “snap" to its taste. i Try a cup and Bj notice the charming 1 flavor and substan- M tial character of this f| table beverage. p I Postum is a true J “man’s” drink, and | women and children | : | delight in it. | 1 “There’s a Reason” ■1 for POSTUM I 1, .\ 8 Sold by Grocers Everywhere! iiHiiliS The DESTROYER By BURTON E. STEVENSON ■- ■■■■ -- ..J CHAPTER XXX.—(Continued.; ‘‘I have said the same thing 100 j times; and yet, at the bottom of I my heart, I know we cannot fight —not while this cloud of uncer tainty hangs over us. To fight, with this power in the hands of Germany, would mean more than defeat—it would mean annihila tion. There would be other statues to be draped with black !” Delcasse’s face was livid; he removed his glasses and polished them with a shaking hand, and, for the first time, Lepine saw his blood shot eyes. Delcasse noticed his glance, and laughed grimly. ‘‘Only to you, Lepine, do I dare to show them,” he said. ‘‘Before others, I must crush this fear in my heart, bite it back from my lips; 1 must appear unconcerned, confident of the issue. Only to you may I speak freely. That is one reason T called you here. I felt that I must speak with some one. Lepine, I foresee for France a j great humiliation.” Lepine looked at his companion with real concern. ‘‘You exaggerate,” he said. ‘‘You have been brooding over it too long.” Delcasse shook his head. ‘‘I do not exaggerate. This thing is so terrible that it cannot be exaggerated. Even at this mo ment, Germany is preparing the blow. For the past week, sin- has been extraordinarily active. Her fleets have coaled hurriedly and put out to see—for maneuvers, it is said; but this is not the season for maneuvers. Her shipyards have been cleared of all civilians, and a cordon of troops posted about each one. The garrison of every fortress along the frontier has been at least doubled, and the most rigid patrol established. The police regulations are being en forced with the greatest severity. Every city of the frontier swarms with spies; even here in Paris we are not safe from them—my desk was rifled two nights ago. 1 live in dread that any day, any hour, may bring the news of some fresh disaster!’ ’ ‘‘And do our men learn noth ing?” ‘‘Nothing! Nothing! All they can tell me is that something is preparing, some blow, some sur prise. Whatever the secret, it is well kept; so well that it can be known only to the emperor and one or two of his ministers. We have tried every means, we have exhausted every resource, all in vain. We know, in part, what is being done; of the purpose back of it we know nothing. But we can guess—the purpose is war; it i can be nothing else!” Lepiue sat silent and conteni Elated tlie rugged face opposite iin—the face which told by its lined forehead, its worried eyes, its savage inputh, of the strug gles, rebuffs and disappointments of 110 years. Always, out of dis aster, this man had risen uncon quered. Upon his shoulders now was placed the whole of this ter rific burden. He alone, of the cabinet, was fit to bear it; beside him, the others were mere pig mies: Premier Caillaux, an amia ble financier; Foreign Minister de Selves, a charming amateur of the fine arts; War Minister Messimy, an obscure army officer with a love for uniforms; Minister of Commerce Couyba, a minor poet, tainted with decadence—above all these. Delcasse loomed as a Gulli ver among Lilliputians. But great ness has its penalties. While the minister of foreign affairs spent his days in collecting plaques, and the minister of war his in strutting about the boulevards, and the min ister of'commerce his in composing verses, Delcasse labored to save his country—labored as a colossus la bors, sweating, panting, throwing every fibre of his being into the struggle—which was all the more I trying, all the more terrific, be ! cause he felt that it must go i against him! I "What would you suggest, Le . pine?” Delcasse asked, at last,. “ Is ! there any source of information I which you can try?” J Lepine shook his head doubt ; full-v" ! “It is not a question of ex t pense,” Delcasse went on, rapidly. “A million france woidd not be too much to pay for definite infor mation. We have spent that al ready! We have had a prince bab bling in his cups; we have had 1 know not how many admirals and generals and diplomats confiding S2 in their suddenly complaisant mis tresses; we liave searclied their hearts, shaken them inside out— but they know nothing. Such and such orders have been issued; they obey the orders, but they do not know their purpose. They all talk war, shout war—Germany seems mad for war—and the gov ernment encourages them. Their inspired journals assert over and over that Germany cannot recede —that its position is final—that hereafter it must be paramount in Morocco. And today—or tomor row at the latest—France must send her ultimatum.” “What will it be?” “God knows!” and Delcasse tugged at his ragged moustache. “If it were not for one thing, Le pine, I should not hesitate; I. should not fear war. France is ready, and England is at least sympathetic. But there is La Liberte. What if Germany can treat our other battleships as she treated that one? Yes, and Eng land's, too! And if our battleships, why not our forts, our arsenals * * * Lepine,” and Delcasse’s lips were twitching, “I say to you. frankly that, for the first time in my life, I have fear!” He fell a moment silent, playing nervously with a paper knife he had snatched up from his desk. “What would you suggest?” he asked again. And again Lepine shook his head. “What can I suggest!” he pro tested. “Where you have failed, what is there I can do ? ” The knife snapped in Delcasse-s fingers, and he hurled the frag ments to the floor. “There is one thing you can do,” he said. “Find Crochard and bring him to me.” Lepine arose instantly. “I will do my best,” he said, reaching for hi; hat. “If he is in France, rest assured • • •” There was a tap at the door, and it opened softly. , “I. am not to be disturbed!” snapped the minister, and then he stopped, staring. For there appeared on the threshold the immaculate figure, the charming and yet impressive countenance, for a sight of which the great minister had been long ing; and then his heart leaped suf focatingly, for with the first fig ure was a second — a man with white hair and flaming eyes and thin, eager face * * * As Delcasse sprang to his feet, Crochard stopped forward. “M. Delcasse,’’ he said, “it gives me great pleasure to intro duce to you a gentleman whom I know you will be most glad to meet—Tgnace Yard.” CHAPTER XXXI. THE ALLIANCE ENDS. Deleasse’s nostrils were distend ed and his eyes were glowing like those of a war horse scenting bat tle as he invited his visitors to be seated. Only his iron self control, tested on I know not how many hard fought fields of diplomacy, enabled him to speak coherently; never had it been strained as at that moment. lie sat down at his desk, and glanced from one face to the other. “ l am indeed to meet M. Yard,” he said, with a calmness that was no less than a triumph; “and to see you again, M. Crochard. I had but this moment charged M. Re pine to bring you to me.” “ Is it so serious as that?” asked Crochard, with a little smile. “The situation could not well be more serious.” “You refer, I suppose, to the Moroccan situation.” “Yes. France must fight, or yield to Germany.” Again Crochard smiled. “No, no,” he protested; “it is Germany w-hieh will yield!” Deleasse bounded in his chair, as his eye caught the glance which Crochard bent upon him. “I knew it,” he said, his face white as marble. “1 guessed it— and yet 1 scarcely dared believe it. Rut the moment yon entered, bringing M. Yard • * “M. Yard is a very great inven tor,” said Crochard. “He offered his services to Germany, and she betrayed him; he now offers his services to France. ’ ’ Deleasse glanced at the little man who sat there so still, so fra gile, with eyes which gleamed so fiercely and lips that trembled i with emotion; and he shivered a little at the thought that here was the man who had struck a terrible blow at France. “I can see what you are think ing,” Vard burst out. “You will 'pardon me. if I speak English? I am more familiar with it than with French. 1 see what you are think ing. You are thinking. ‘Here is the miscreant, the scoundrel, who destroyed our battleship!’ Well, it is true. 1 am a scoundrel—or I should be one if I permitted that deed to go unrevenged. I was be trayed, sir, as this gentleman has said. I offered to Germany the leadership among nations. But the emperor is consumed with person al ambition—bis one desire to ex alt his house, to establish it more firmly. Instead of leading, he wished to conquer. I refused to be his tool. Thereupon 1 was deceived by a trick, 1 was imprisoned — I and my daughter also. We were threatened with I know not what —with starvation, with torture— but this gentleman rescued us, and I came here with him in order to place before France the same pi’o posal I made to Germany.” Deleasse had listened closely; but he was plainly confused and astonished. “Before going further,” he sug gested, “I should very much like to hear M. Crochard's story. There is much about this extraordinary affair which I do not understand —and I desire to understand ev erything. Will you not begin at the beginning, my friend?” ‘ ‘ It was very simple, ’ ’ said Cro chard, and told briefly of the pur suit, of the encounters on the Ot tilie, and of the final struggle in New York. “After our escape,” he concluded, “we hastened to M. Yard’s residence, where, as I an ticipated his daughter and that ad mirable M. Webster whom she loves, soon joined us. It was a most happy reunion, and in the end, M. Webster forgave me for the theft of the little box. Of our plans we said nothing, except that M. Vard was journeying back with me to Paris, and we were aboard the Lusitania when she sailed next morning. We arrived at Liverpool last night, and here we are!” Lepine’s face was shining with a great enthusiasm. “Permit me to congratulate you, sir,” he said. “It was finely done. I realize that the more deeply be cause I myself was completely baf fled; and yet it should have oc cured to me that the captain of the Ottilie might wish to deceive me. My theory was, however, that the tickets had been purchased to throw me off the scent. M. Vard had, of course, as I supposed, sought refuge in Germany. Even yet I do not understand why he should have gone to America.” 'fhe remark was, in a way, ad dressed to the inventor, but he had fallen into revery and paid no heed to it. “He is often like that,” said (Yoc.hard, in rapid French. “1 suspect that something is wrong here,” and he touched his fore head. “The trip to America was, as I understand it, a matter of sen timent with him. He insisted that this great treaty, which was to bring about world wide peace and the brotherhood of man, should be signed on American soil.” “ He is really in earnest about that treaty?” asked Deleasse. “He is not a mercenary?” “Mercenary? Far from it, sir. .Why, M. Delease, he was asked to choose his own reward, and he re fused. He is utterly in earnest lie asks nothing for himself. And I believe his idea practicable. I hope that you will consider it care fully, sir. The emperor refused because of his conditions. One was the reconstitution of Poland—he is himself a Pole. The other was the restoration of Alsace-Lorraine to France. Pachmaun did at last agree to give up Poland—and to! make him king of it, if he chose!— but the other condition was too much for him. Besides, he thought the game was in his hands—-he saw his emperor ruler of the world! Permit me to outline for the plan of this remarkable man.” And clearly but briefly, Cro ehard laid before the astonished minister the plan for world wide disarmament, for universal peace, for the freeing of subject peoples, for the restoration of conquered territory, and for the gradual es tablishment of representative gov ernment, to the exclusion of all hereditary rulers, great and small. “And 1 see no reason,” Cro chard concluded, “why France should hesitate to give herself whole heartedly to this plan. With all of these things she is in sym pathy; ‘Liberty, equality, frater nity,’ lias been her watchward for 100 years. Once we regain Alsace Lorrain, we can be well content, to lay down our arms. T believe that we can secure the support of the United States and perhaps of England. To the United States, a project so idealistic would be, cer tain to appeal; and. as for Eng [land, she is terrified at heart, she fears the future, she staggers un der the burden of her great arma ments—which yet are not great enough. Yes, we ecrV \y;r FPo land!” Delcasse had listened with gleaming eyes, all the dreamer within him afire at the splendid vision which Crochard's words evolved. “You are right!” he cried, and sprang to his feet and approached the inventor, his hands out stretched. “M. Vard,” he said, “on behalf of France, I accept your proposal!” Vard was on his feet also, and his whole frame was shaking. “You are sincere?” he stam mered, peering into Delcasse’s eyes. “You are in earnest? You are not deceiving me?” “No!” said Delcasse, solemnly. “I am not deceiving you. I swear it, on my honor. France will be proud to take her place at the head of this great movement.” And then he stopped, and a shadow flitted across his face. “There is but one condition,” he added. “You must prove to us that this power really exists.” “I agree to that!” cried Vard, eagerly. “I agree to that—yes, yes, I even wish it. Any proof, any test—it shall be yours to choose. And remember—the Germans were not merciful! ’ ’ “I shall remember!” said Del casse hoarsely, his face quivering; and he caught himself away and stood for a moment at the window, struggling for self control. Through the square below all Paris poured, on its way to drive in the Bois, careless, happy, all uncon scious of the crisis in its country’s history which the moment marked, and then, by habit, Delcasse’s eyes wandered to that great statue by Pradier, with the pile of mourning , wreaths before it. * • * “I have chosen!” he said, in a choked voice. “The test shall be made at Strasbourg!” The inventor bowed. “If 1 may retire,” he said, “I will begin my preparations at once. I shall need to work for a day, or perhaps two days, in some well equipped wireless laboratory. All other arrangements I shall leave to you. It will be necessary to secure two stations in sight of the arsenal, and within five miles of it, where we can w'vk without fear of being disturbed “I will attend to all that,” agreed Delcasse, and touched a bell. “If General Mirbeau is in his office,” he added to his secre tary, “please say that T wish to see him at once.” The door had closed behind the French chief of wireless and the white haired enthusiast, and for a moment the three men who were left behind gazed at each other in silence.^ “Do you believe in this power?” asked Delcasse, at last. “There was La Liberte,” Oro chard reminded him. “True,” and the minister fell silent again. (Continued Next Week.) The New French “37.” From the Spokane Spokesman-Review. The French have Introduced a new. easily portable cannon to combat German machine guns. It is a "7 millimeter cali ber, has every feature of the famous “75," and on open ground two men can fire as many as 3f> high explosive shells a minute, a few shots sufficing to put machine guns out or action. It can be readily taken apart and carried by sir or eight men, and 1 it can be used in advanced positions as well as In the open. War Slogans. Can the kaiser! Tin the Teut! Pickle the Prussian.’ Brine the Brute! —Boston Herald. HE KEEPS ENGLAND POSTED ON RUSSIA Sir George Buchanan. Sir George Buchanan, British am bassador to Russia, keeps England £osted on the fast-changing contii iona at Petrograd and on his reports the Britons rely for guidance in ihei actions towards their slumping siij. TWO DOLLAR WHEAT — This Price Will Hold For Some Years. A well advised commercial authority ! gives it as his opinion, “as a slow descent may lie counted on in the prices for grain when the war ends— it may take several years to restore the world's stock of foodstuffs to nor mal—there is good /ground for confl^^ Uence in the outlook for rapid dejj^e opinent in agriculture.” If this be correct, it follows that the profession of farming will mate rially Increase its ranks in the next few years. Today, the price of wheat is set by the United States government at $2.20 per bushel, and in Canada the price has been set at $2.21. This, of course, is less freight and handling charges which brings the average to the fann ers at about $2.00 per bushel. This price will pay so long as land, mate rial and labor can be secured at rea sonable prices. It remains for the would-be producer to ascertain where he can secure these at prices that will make the production of grain profit able. He will estimate what price he can afford .to pay for land that will give him a yield of wheat which when sold at $2.00 per bushel, will return him a fair profit. Local and social condi tions will also enter into the considera tion. Finding what he wants he would be wise to make his purchase now. Land prices in some portions of the country are low, certainly as low as they will ever be. City property^'and town property will fluctuate, but property will hold its own. The price**1 of grain is as low as it will he for some years. Therefore it would be well to look about, and find what can be done. There are doubtless many opportu nities In the United States, especially In the Western States, to purchase good agricultural lands, that will pro duce well, at reasonable prices. If the would-be buyer has the time to inves tigate, and that is needed, for these lands do not exist in any considerable area, he would be well repaid. Not only will liis land certainly increase in value—the unearned increment would be an asset—while under cultivation lye can find nothing that will give better results. He will at the same time be performing a patriotic act, a needful act, one that would meet with the food controller's plea to increase agricul tural production and assist in reducing the deficit of 75 million bushels of wheat reported by the controller. % In addition to the vacant lands in * the United States which should be brought under cultivation, Western Canada offers today the greatest areal of just tiie land that is required, and at low prices—prices that cannot Inst long. Even now land prices are in creasing. as their value is daily becom ing more apparent, and their location ^ desirable. As to the intrinsic value of land in Western Canada, hundreds of con crete cases could be cited, which gd to prove that at fifty and sixty dollars per new-—figures that have recently been paid for improved farms—th« crops grown on them gave a profit ot from twenty to thirty per cent and even higher, on such an investment One instance, is that of a young Eng lisliman, unaccustomed to farming be fore he took his seat on tlie sulky plow with which he does most <>f Vu work, after allowing himself $1,000 foi his own wages last year, made a profiler of $2,200 on a $20,000 investment. Hiw total sales amounted to $0,700 and lili expense, which included the $1,001! wages for himself, was $3,500. Thy interest was 11% per cent. To the man who does not care U buy or who has not the means to pur chase, but possesses wealth in bis owe hardihood, his muscle, and determina tion, there are ihe thousands of fri 4 homesteads of which he may have tin pick on paying an entry fee of tee dollars. These are high class InndJ and adapted to ail kinds of farming Send to your nearest Canadian Gov ernment Agent for literature, descrip tive of the splendid opportunities that are still open in Western Canada. Adv, Instinct of the Profession. According to Ids mother, William. Just turned four, is u prospective pht sieian. The following conversation re centi.v occurred between them: “Muvver. may I be two doctors? ' I don't see how you could he. son/ “May T have two antobeels?" "Maybe so." “May I have a knife?" “What do year want with a knife. Bon?" "I want to cut into folks to see if they are sick.”—Indianapolis Nows. Homicidal Language on Rifle Range. Officer -“Have you anyone else ti> shoot, sergeant?" Sergeant—-“No, sir. I'll shoot myself now." Exehauge. With a man an effect must have its cause; with a woman il must have its. because. -- t It doesn't pay to hunko a woman whose only asset is a gift of gah. | -T Always sure to please, Red Cross ball Blue. All grocers sell it. Adv. 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