INTER NATION AC PRESS ASSOCIATION. CHAPTER XIIX. HE next morning there was a most unusual outcry In the Doctor's house. The last thing lie fore going to beil. the Doctor bail locked up some valuables in the • lining-room clip board ; and behold, when he rose again, ah he did about four o’clock, the cup board had been broken open, and the valuables In question had disappeared. Madame and Jean-Marie were sum moned from their rooms, and appeared In hasty toilets; they found the Doctor raving, calling the heavens to witness and avenge his Injury, pacing the room barefooted, with the tails of his night shirt flirting as he turned. ’’Gone!" he said; “the things are gone, the fortune gone! We are pau pers once more! Boy! what do you know of this? Speak up, sir, speak up! Do you know of It? Where are they?” He had him by the arm, shaking him like a bag, and the boy’s words, If be bad any, were Jolted forth In Inarticu late murmurs. The Doctor, with a re vulsion from bis own violence, spI him down again. He observed Anastasle In tears. “Anastasle," he said, In quite Jf_ an altered voice, “compose yourself, command your feelings. I would not have you give way to passion like the vulgar. This—this trifling accident must be lived down. Jean-Marie, bring ; me my smaller medicine chest. A gen tle laxative is Indicated." And he dosed the family all round,1 leading the way himself with a double quantity. The wretched Anastasle, who had never been HI In the whole course of her existence, and whose soul re coiled from remedies, wept floods of tears as she sipped, and shuddered, and protested, and then was bullied and & shouted at until sho sipped again. As for Jean-Marie, he took his portion down with stoicism. “I have given him a less amount,” observed the Doctor, “his youth pro tecting him against emotion. And now that we have thus parried any morbid consequences, let us reason.” “I am so cold," walled Anastasle. “Cold!” cried the Doctor. “I give thanks to God that I am made of fierier material. Why, madame, a blow like this would set a frog into a transpira has been minutely respected. Thi* I* wily; It shows intelligence, a knowl edge of the code, a dpsire to avoid legal consequences. I argue front this fact that the gang numbers persons of re spectability outward, of course, and merely outward, as the robbery proves. But I argue, second, that we must have been observed at Eranchard Itself by some occult observer, and dogged throughout the day with a skill and pa tience that I venture to qualify as con summate. No ordinary man, no occa sional criminal, would have shown himself capable of this combination. We have In our neighborhood, It Is far from Improbable, a retired bandit of the highest order of Intelligence.” "Good heaven!” cried the horrified Anastasie. "Henri, how can you!” ■ My cherished one, this Is a process of induction,” said the Doctor. ”if any of my steps are unsound, correct me. You are silent? Then do not. I lie seech you, he so vulgarly Illogical as to re volt from my conclusion. We have now arrived,” he resumed, ”at some Idea of the composition of the gang for l Incline to Ihe hypothesis of more than one and we now leave this room, which can disclose no more, and turn our attention to the court and garden. (Jean-Marie, I trust you are observant ly following my various steps; this Is an excellent piece of education for you.) Gome with me to the door. No steps on the court; It Is unfortunate our court should be paved. On what small matters hang the destiny of these deli cate investigations! Hey! What have we here? 1 have led you to the very spot,” he said, standing grandly back ward and Indicating the green gate. "An escalade, as you can now see for yourselves, has taken place.” CHAPTER XIV. TIRE enough, the green paint was In several places scratched and bro ken; and one of the panels preserved Hie print of a nailed shoe. The foot had slipped, however, and It was difficult . to estimate the size of the shoe, and Impossible to distinguish the pattern of the nails. “The whole robbery,” concluded the Doctor, “step by step, has been recon In any particular exerrlse the moral J seuse. And second, painting, in com- j mon with all the other ans. implies the dangerous quality of imagination. A man of imagination is never moral; h< out soars literal demarkations and re views life under too many shifting lights to rest content with the Invidious distinctions of the law'!'* "But you always say at least, so ' understood you”- said ruadame. "tha: these lads display no Imagination whatever.” “My dear, they displayed imagina tion, and of a very fantastic order, too," returned the Doctor, "when they em braced their beggarly profession. Be sides and this is an argument exactly suited to your Intellectual level- many of them are English aud American "Where else should we expect to And a thief? And now you had better get your coffee. Because we have lost a treasure, there Is no reason for starv ing. For my part, i shall break my fast with white wine. I feel unaccount ably heated and thirsty to-day. I can only attribute It to the shock of the discovery. And yet, you will bear me out, I supported the emotion nobly.” The Doctor iiad now talked himsel: back into an admirable humor; and as lie sat in the arbor ami slowly imbibed a large allowance of white wine and picked a little bread and cheese with no very impetuous appetite, If a third of Ills meditations ran upon the missing treasure, the other two-third* were more pleasingly busied In the retro spect ol his detective skill. About eleven Casimlr arrived: he had caught an early train to Fontaine bleau. und driven over to save time; and now his cab was stabled at Ten talllons, and he remarked, studying tils watch, that lie could spare an hour and a half, lie was much tiie man of business, decisively spoken, given to frowning in an intellectual manner, Anasiasie's born brother, he did not waste much sentiment on the lady, gave her an English family kiss, and demanded a ineal without delay. •'You can tell me your story while we eat,” he observed. “Anything good to day, Stasie?” He was promised something good. The (rio sat down to table In the arbor, Jean-Marie waiting as well as eating, and the Doctor recounted what had happened in his richest narrative man ner. Casimlr heard It with explosion* of laughter. ITO SB CO»TI*U«!>.»_ TWO CLASSES OF READERS. Tho«e Adore Thackeray. “About fifteen years ago readers used to be divided roughly into two classes—those who ‘liked Dickens’ and those who ‘adored Thackeray,’ ” says the Ladies' Home Journal. "Each class used to view the other with more or lees contempt. Of the two the Thack eray people felt themselves consider ably superior to the Dickens people. HEY! WHAT HAVE WE HERE? tion. If you are cold, you can retire; and, by the way, you might throw me lown my trouaere. It la chilly for the legs.” "Oh. no!" protested Anaataate; "1 will etay with you." "Nay. uiadame. you ehall not miner for your devotion “ said the Doctor "I will myaa.f fetch you a shawl." And he went upetalra and returned more fully clad and with an armful of wraps (or the shivering Anaataate. "And now." he returned, “to investigate thla crime ut «• proceed by Induction. Anastasia, do you bnow anything that can help oat" Anaetaal* knew noth lag "Of you, Jean-Marl#!” "Not I.' replied tba hoy atradlly. "tlood," returned the Doctor, "We •ball now turn uur at ten Mon to the material evidence* It waa bum to be a detective, I have Ike eye and the eye it watt* spirit • PHrel. violence ha* been employed tile doer waa broken epen. and It may be abaerved. In paw tag that the tor1' wav d*ar Indeed at wbvi I pal * f,,f •* * •■»«* to plu< k with Master Uogwe!*! (M«ond, here te Ike iaatrumapt employed use «l ear own iabl« huh owe wf uur bast, my d».»». wb^'h meu to Indicate w*» pteparattoo ew lb# part of the gang It gang it waa fk i r< l ok c*v*t tkv guilt it 1 bo« |v. . ,J .*•> t . IOI likes P’-an -.or-I »* vkao sod ibc r -het aur nan i.Iim i stunted. Inductive science cr.u no fur ther go." "It Is wonderful," said bis wife "You should Indeed have been a detective, Henri. 1 hud nu Idea of your talents." "My dear," replied Hesprea, rondo acendtngly, "a man of scientific Imag ination rombtnea the lesser faculties; he la a detective Just as he Is a publi cist or a general; these are but local applications of hks special talent. But now," he continued, "would you have me go further? Would you bate me lay my Anger on the eulprlta or rath er. for I rannot promts* quite so much, point out to you the very house where they consort? It may he a satisfaction, at least li la all ws are lihely to get. since we are dented the remedy of law. I tench the further stage In this way. In order to All my outline of the rub bery, 1 require a man lihely to he la the forest Idling. I require a man of education. I require a man superior M tunstdsratiuna ml morality The three requisite* all tenter in T«niattton's hoarders They are palatere, therefore they are continually toon ling in the turret They are pa»ui*ce, therefore they are not unlihely ta have some smattering uf education, laitlf, be eye it *irler» do not long couut for much with s great writer. You no doubt I very soon found out that In certain moods there waa nothing more satis fying to you than Tendennls.' and at another time the best novel that you i ever read was 'David Copporfleld.' I have no doubt that In the long run deep m your heart you will cherish a Oner affection for the one than the other. That Is a lustier of temperament sad I tour surroundings. The one you like treat Sts treat tutu your life as you srs making It You will discover that a : i ban«* of aret««< or occupation often i brings you • sympathy with s artier whom you never before appro* dated \ greet sorrow will sometimes : reveal tieorge KIM lo you, a little Journey In tiagtaad will show you ns« u tutt*<» In Trollope, a wavs of war feeling in biurvtpe sad people begin re* reading Tnfettd e War sad t*egir* * V» >»4m«o “I tugT see why they apeak of the wisdom of the serpent.* Will, yan never fcmrd of s aerpewi getting Its t>’g pu ed. did |*gf‘ TALMAGE’S SERMON. i A TRIBUTE TO LAWYERS IN LAST SUNDAY'S DISCOURSE. I* | J j t Krnm the Text: ‘Tiring /rim. the Law- ! j yer" Tltu* t ha|>ler a, I erne I a ] Trial., Temptation* anil Triumph* of 1 the l*rnfe«*lnn. _____ t HE profession of j the law is here in- j traduced, and with- ( In two days In the capital city :i03 j young men Joined j it, and at this sea- ( son in various . parts of the land | other hundreds are , taking their tllplo- , mas for an illtis- ] trlous profession, and is it not appro- ( prlate that 1 address such young men , from a moral and religious standpoint, aa upon them are now roiling the re sponsibilities of that calling represent- , cd In the text by Zenas the lawyer. We all admire the heroic and rigor ous side of l>uill's nnture, as when he stands coolly deliberate on the deck of tlie corn ship while the Jack-lars of the Mediterranean ure cowering in the cyclone; as when he stands undaunted amid Ihe marbles of the palace, before thick-necked Nero, surrounded with his twelve cruel llctors; ns when we Musi min valuing IB iiwi.iiii* *4 **i *nin his own needle, Mewing hnir-clotb, and preaching the gospel in the Interstices; as when wo find him able to take the thirty-nine lashes, every stroke of which fetched the hlood, yet continu ing In his missionary work; as when we find him, regardless of the conse quence lo himself, delivering a tem perance lecture to Felix, the govern ment Inebriate. But sometimes we catch u glimpse of the ni egardless of the torment, the suffer- e ng. the destruction of others. You arc t 0 know hut one man in the world— l our client. You are to save him l hough you should bring your country ' nto confusion. At all hazzards yon j 1 mist save your client." So says Lord j l Irougham. But no right-minded law- I er could adopt that sentiment. On the i ither extreme. Cicero will come to you < ,nd say: "You must never plead the < ause of a bad man.” forgetful of the | act that the greatest villain on earth I mght to have a fair trial and that an 1 ittorney cannot he Judge and advocate l it the same time. It was grand when I | »rd Erskine sacrificed his attorney- ( ;eneralshlp for the sake of defending | rhomas Paine In his publication of hla , look called "The Rights of Man," t vhlle, at the same time, he. the advo- i ale, abhorred Thomas Paine's Irre Iglous sentiments. Hot ween these two ipposite theories of what Is right, what | ihall the attorney do? God alone can llrect him. To that chancery he must ie appellant, and he will get an an iwer In an hour. Blessed Is that at orney between whoso office and the hrone of God there Is perpetual, rev ■rentlal, and praycrfdl communication, rhat attorney will never make an ir reparable mistake. True to the habits 3f your profession, you say: "Cite us tome authority on the subject." Well, 1 quote to you the decision of the su preme court of heaven: "If any lack wisdom, let him ask of God, who giveth to all men liberally, and upbraldeth not, and It shall bo given him." There are two or three forms of lemptution to which tho legal profes ilon Is especially subject. The first of all Is scepticism. Controversy Is (he lifetime business of that occupation. Controversy muy he incidental or acci dental with us; but with you It Is per petual. You get so used to pushing the sharp question "Why?" and making unaided reason superior to the emo tions, that the religion of Jesus Christ, which Is a simple matter of faith, and above human reason, although not con trary to It, has hut little chance with some of you. A brilliant orator wrote a book, on the first page of which he announced this sentiment: "An hon est God Is the noblest work of man!" D(,T|HU IHUI IH IUO IlliniHiVBl IV-II*|M.»uwii of the legal profession, and that man who can stand In that profession, re sisting all solicitations to infidelity, and can he as brave as George Briggs of Massachusetts, who stepped from the gubernatorial cbalr to the missionary convention, to plead the cause of a dy ing race; then on his way homo from the convention, on a cold day, took off his warm cloak and threw It over the shoulders of a thinly clad missionary, saying: "Take that and wear It, It will do you more good than It will me;” or, like Judge John McLean, who can step from the supremo court room of the United Slates on to the anniversary platform of the American Sunday School Union, its most powerful ora tor—deserves congratulations and en comium. Oh, men of the legal profes sion, let me beg of you to quit asking questions in regard to religion, and be gin believing. The mighty men of your profession. Story, and Kent, and Mans field, became Christians, not through their heads, but through their hearts. "Except yo become as a little child, ye shall in no wlso enter the kingdom of God.” If you do not become a Chris tian, Oh. man of the legal profession, until you can reason this whole thing out In regard to God and Christ and the Immortality of the soul, you will never become a Christian at all. Only believe. "Bring Zenas the lawver.” Another mighty temptation for the legal profession is Sabbath breaking. The trial has been going on for ten or fifteen days. The evidence Is all in. It Is Saturday night. Tho Judge's gav el falls on the desk, and ho says: "Crier, adjourn the court until ten o'clock Monday morning." On Monday morning the counsellor Is to sum up the case. Thousands of dollars, yea, the reputation and life of hts client may depend upon tho success of his plea. How will he spend the interven ing Sunday? There is not one lawyer out of a hundred that can withstand the temptation to break the Lord's day under Buch circumstances. And yet, If he does, he hurts his own soul. What, my brother, you cannot do before twelve o'clock Saturday night, or after twelve o'clock Sunday night. God does not wuut you to do at all. Besides that, you want the twenty-four hours of Sabbath rest to give you that elec trical and magnetic force which will ho worth more to you before the Jury than all the elaboration of your case on the sacred day. My Intimate and lamented friend, the late Judge Nctlson, In his Interesting reminiscences of Rufus Choate, says that during the last case j that gentleman tried In New % rk. the j court adjourned from Friday until j Monday, on account of the Illness of j Mr. Chaste; tut the chronicler tay» that on the Intervening Hahuth he saw Mr. Choate In the old "Brick Church," , listening to the Itev. Dr. Onrdlner Spring I do not know whether, on the following day, Bufua Choate won hla cause or I oat It: but I do know that hla KahIs*tic rest did not him any harm Kvery lawyer le *t \u I to one dsy'e rest out of seven. It \ surren ders that, ha ruba three- Uo**:-his own soul, and hla client, loud Caatlereagh and Sir Thomas Homllly were the lead ers of the bar In their day They both died suicide* \\ liber force accounts for their aberration of Intellect on the ground that they were uniutenniUeiit in their wo»h, and they never reeled on Sunday "|*«**»e fellow'" raid Wilber. tone, in regard to Caetlereagh "|h»r fellow* It wae non-okaervanre of the SabtatT *’ Chief Justice Hate say* ' When I i not properly h»ep thr Unde day. eB the reel of the »•*! I* an happy and unatucvsafnl in Mr worldly employment I gum a ro d,* ■ ; front the hiakeel atatnte booh in ih«; universe IhMrM'er Ike danbath day In beep it huly " The legal gentleman wht« break* that itatnte may »e*m fnr ! guhils in k« advantaged, hut In th* long tun. the Men who wtaearvs ihia law nf U* 4 wilt have a t maitfiv. vae** r Influence, greater professional sue css than those men who break thm tatute. Observance of the law of God ays not only spiritually and eternally. >ut it pays in hard dollars, or bank ilia. Another powerful temptation of the pgal profession is to artificial stimu li*. No one except those who havo dtlressed audiences knows about tbo icrvcus exhaustion that sometime* omes afterward. The temptation tt» trong drink approaches the legal pro fusion at that very point. Then » rial Is coming on. Through the Bl ent Hated court room, the barrister's icalth has been depressed for days and or weeks. He wants to rally his ea -gy. He Is tempted to resort to artl Irlal stimulus It Is either to get him elf up, or let himself down, that thin emptatlon comes upon him. The lower of the American bar, ruined in. eputation and ruined In estate. sa..l n his last moments: “This Is the end. am dying on a borrowed bed, covered vlth a borrowed sheet, In a house built ty public charity. Bury me under hit tree !r the middle of the field, hat I may not be crowded; I always :nve been crowded." Another powerful temptation of th« cgal profession Is to allow the absorto ng duties of the profession to shut .til thoughts (it the great future. To* enow very v/ell that you who have so pften tried others, will after a whife lie nut on trial yourselves. Death aril serve on you a writ of ejectment, and you will be put off these earthly prem ites. On that day, all the affairs «d your life will be presented In a “hill ol particulars." No certiornrl from * l.lgher court, for this Is the highest : ourt. The day when Ijonl Exeter was tried for high treason; the day whet* . the house of commons moved for the Impeachment of Ixtrd I^ovat; the day* when Charles I and Queen Caroline were put upon trial; the day when liobert Emmet wus arraigned as an In surgent; the day when Ulennerhatsrt was brought Into the court room be cause he had tried to overthrow the United States government, and all tlw other great trials of the world arv nothlng compared with the great trial In which you and I shall appear sum moned before the Judge of cjitlcK and dead. There will bo no pleading their "the statute of limitations;" no “turn ing state’s evidence,” trying to get tjtt yourselves, while others suffer; no "moving (or a nonsuit. The case wiu come on Inexorably, and wo shall be tried. You, my brother, who have wo often been advocate for others, vril* then need an advocate for yourself Have you selected him? The L*ir®' chancellor of the universe. If any man sin, we have an Advocate—Jess*? Christ the righteous. It is uncertaii* when your rase will be called on. "Be. ye also ready.” A THRILLING REMINISCENCE. A Forty-Niner's Tslo of Escape froeiUa A parlies. From the Detroit Free Press: ” ’Boot th’ closest call I ever had.” said the long-legged man on a backless chair la front of the grocery, “wus when I vrtw emigratin' to Callforney In ’49. Thews wus ’bout fifty of us started together, but didn't agre,e very well, so ten of i» sep'rated (rum th’ rest, an’ run a ex per dition of our own. We got along alf right till we got among them Apache*. They was soon hangin’ on our trail an’ one day they s’rounded us. They wus fifty to our one an’ all wo could' look for'ard to wus to die fighUn’ They kep' a circlin’ an’ a circlin’ an’ a glttln’ nearer all th’ time, an’ ns stan’in with our backs together waitin’ til! w« mild shoot to kill. .list when we wus a whisperin’ good-bye to each other them red devils took to their heels like th’ United States army was arter them. It wus an airthquake done It, an' we wasn’t troubled no more.’" ’’Wus they a volcaney there?” asked ' the little man with high shoulders and ? a weazened face. "Naw! What’er you talkin’ ’bout rol~ cancys? I said airthquake.” “I heerd you. But I went through that same deestrlck that year. Then* Apaches got after us an’ we hustled them tip Into th’ crater of a volcany so as to stan’ ’em off. We built a kin’ of at platform inside un’ they couldn’t a took us in a thousand years If we’d hed grub. One morntn’ when we wus jfst about starved, that ole volcaney kim i to life, cut loose like a dynermlte ex plosion an’ we wus blowed ninety miles to th’ west afare we landed in a san* hill. Not a durn one of us had m i cratch.” The long-legged man reached tor his weazel skin, took on a sickly grin aud said: "What'll you fellers take?” and (lie Ni.otrhiuaa. Scott liuit u do not like to Ik> remind cd of the saying that It requires a sur gical operation to make them see m Joke. and. as u matter of fact, they an* a* susceptible to the Influence of moat good stories as anybody else. Ur. U» pvw, however, seems hardly to belles* this, though he has many warm friends among Hcotcbmeu, Including lau Mac tarea himself. Once at a Scotch din ner the doctor said that It the Joke* uttered by him that evening were not instantly appreciated Ikcv surely would be by the lime the neat annual dinaew was held, ”1 don l think that • a eery fuaay eg* , in »ay, ’ was the grow hug eugn total of g baud tome old Scot tlttlag near by. “Oh. ‘ said Uepear, "that’* all right. You'll «e«* the luu ol It a yeai liana now."- K*< hsuge. | uIldHtll l*e»*lh* "lie «a»« that h» igund* tu lay wjt. " | hh i • Il># t|«. IP % ft | ffUt