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Adventure.
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CHAPTER XVII (Continued.)
Ho soon discovered that his driver
had chosen a far from delectable route
to the hotel—true, it might be short
er, but he could not remember ever
having heard of a Jehu ready to cut
down the length of his journey when
he had a good paying fare Inside.
The marquis experienced the first
little sensation of alarm, or, rather
uneasiness, just then. His curiosity
having been aroused,the marquis found
means to look out of the vehicle, and
was not greatly surprised when he dis
covered that an unknown man sat be
side the driver.
Before now he had known that
some one was riding behind, having
heard various thumps that gave the
secret away, and once upon twisting
his head around he had a fleeting
glimpse of a human eye glued to the
little glass in the back canopy of the
vehicle.
A very pleasant outlook, really.
Being a philosophical man to a
marked degree, the marquis at once
set to work pooling his resources, so
as to make as game a stand as the oc
casion would admit.
He remained perfectly cool and self
possessed—when a man had passed
through such astonishing adventures
as had fallen to his lot of late years
he is hardly likely to show the white
feather because forsooth a few London
blackmailers and footpads conspire to
entrap him.
He gathered his energies together
and watching his chance, quietly open
ed the door to the left, intending to
drop out without attracting the atten
tion of the two cronies upon the seat.
A very clever little idea, and one
that might have worked to a beauti
ful issue only for one thing—he hail
forgotten the fellow who was riding in
the rear of the ‘ growler.”
Tho marquis, with an agility he had
acquired from long years of athletic
practice, had successfully made the
drop, and was in hopes that his move
had not been seen, when the third
party leaped from behind the vehicle,
and. throwing himself upon the half
recumbent passenger, sounded the
alarm.
CHAPTER XVIII.
In Due Time.
No doubt the Kilkenny cats had a
very salubrious time of it when they
indulged in their little engagement,
but such an encouuter could not bear
comparison with the scramble in
which the marquis engaged when
these three London footpads set upon
him.
The fellow on his back was interfer
ing with his blows as much as he pos
sibly could, and as a result the others
were enabled to throw themselves
upon him.
Matters were in this mixed-up state
and the final result in doubt, when a
new element was precipitated Into the
game.
An outsider hurled himself upon the
struggling mass, and by an exercise
of tremendous muscular strength tore
the man loose from the gentleman's
shoulders, though he clung with such
pertinacity that he carried away the
collar of the marquis’ coat.
The newcomer gave him a toss that
sent him down a nearby area, where
a crash of glass and startled screams
announced his prompt arrival.
Then this unexpected ally turned
his attention to the others—the mar
quis, freed from his tormentor in the
rear, had opened his batteries upon
them afresh, and was dealing out his
blows with reckles abandon, when he
aaW one of them snatched bodily from
his feet and tossed through the open
door of the four-wheeler as though
ne might have been a mere sack of
vats.
Lpon tms tne last or tne trio, wno
proved to be no other than the driver,
uttered a ye!l of fear and. scrambling
tn haste to his seat, laid the whip on
his horse and clattered down the nar
row street.
Thus the field was suddenly cleared
of enemies in double-quick order, and
the manner of their disposal seemed
to greatly amuse the muscular, red
bearded giant who had come so op
portunely to the assistance of the be
leaguered marquis, for be roared with
laughter.
“Gang awa’ wi’ ye baith, and dinna'
forget the puir de’il who lies in a
muckle yonder. Man, they were mair
than ye could weel handle, but it did
me good to be of assistance to ye, and
that's no lee," he exclaimed, assisting
to brush the gentleman off.
The marquis at sound of his voice
was stunned, but he recovered in time I
to cry out:
‘‘Donald McGregor, by my life it Is!"
“Aweel, ye seem to know me, sir,
though I confess the honor is all on
your side. Still, there is something
familiar in your voice 1 dinna ken—it’s
verra curious.’*
The marquis by this time had man
aged to get hold of his honest hand,
and was squeezing it with much emo
tion.
"Ah! McGregor, you’re always doing
something for others. The last 1 saw
of you, my dear fellow, was when I of
fered myself as a target for Captain
Livermore’s bullet, and declined to
murder him afterward."
The man from Scotia uttered a roar,
and insisted upon embracing the other,
much to the amusement of the crowd
that had gathered.
This extraordinary meeting was one
of the most pleasant things that had
occurred to the marquis since striking
London.
He had in a fashion made search for
thiB old and tried friend, but as yet
had been unable to get track of him,
so that the encounter came as a most
agreeable surprise.
McGregor’s story was told in a few
sentences—he had taken a wife and
started in bravely to Increase the
population of Her Majesty’s people
with a pair of twins as a beginning,
but beastly luck had swooped down
upon him, and he was having a hard
pull at present, though nothing could
crush his jolly spirits.
This pleased his companion more
than words could tell, since it opened
a way for him to assist his old friend.
“Worry no longer, McGregor, for
there is a bright future ahead. I am
in a way to put you in a position
where money will flow into your pock
ets. God bless you for a true-hearted
friend. There is my card—call on me
at ten to-morrow, and you can have
anything you ask. Meanwhile take
this for a temporary loan—not a word
against it—I won't hear a murmur.
Go home to your wife and babies, and
remember me in your prayers. Such
luck to meet you after searching in
vain—it must have been an especial
act of Providence. When you come to
the hotel to-morrow send up your
name to the Marquis of Montezuma."
Whereupon the McGregor was actu
ally compelled to lean against a house
for support, so wonderful was the in
telligence thus communicated.
“It beats a’,’’ was all he could mut
ter.
w nen sareiy lanueu in ms noiei ne
resolved never again to be caught
napping in such a reckless way.
After all, it had been an eventful
day. and brought both joy and regrets.
The marquis had a strange feeling
as though that for which he had
yearned all through those dreary
years was about to be snatched away
from him in his hour of victory.
The little germ was working, and in
due time it might leaven the whole
lump—a few more such rude shocks as
lie had received when those two little
cherubims captured him in Fedora's
house would certainly complete his
discomfiture, and if he had hoped to
continue cruel and relentless he must
take no chances in that direction.
CHAPTKK XIX.
Mazette Makes a Discovery.
Affairs could not continue much fur
ther without coming to a crisis.
There came the day when the mar
quis found he could no longer blind
one pair of eyes, at least.
Mazette had remembered.
The marquis was taken by surprise
when, upon entering the little studio,
he found Mazette In tears.
•■Come, what lias gone wrong?” he
exclaimed in dire dismay, for. like all
men, he felt his utter impotence under
such conditions.
She came toward him, smiling
through her tears—there was upon her
face reproach, delight and keen artis
tic disappointment.
"Why did you not tell me before?”
she asked, as he took her hand in his.
“Tell you—indeed, if l only knew
what you meant 1 would only be too
glad—this is, I—then you have dis
covered all?” for it dawned upon him
that she was no longer blind.
"Oh, Jack, how dreadfully cruel of
you," as she dropped her head in order
tnat ne snouiu noi see me tears or
mortification.
• To conceal my identity all thi3
time—yes, in one sense it was. but I
had an object in it all. I assure you,”
he declared sturdily.
She looked up troubled.
“What docs it all mean—I hope, I
pray you are doing what is right—
that is—” and there she stopped con
fused.
Upon which ho laughed almost bois
terously and possessed himself of her
other hand—they were such good
friends, such old friends, there could
be no harm in this natural and inno
cent action.
“Have no fears, little woman—my
patent of nobility was issued in the
regular way at Madrid, for the usual
round sum—I am the genuine article,
the Marquis of Montezuma. As to
my wealth, you have heard that I pos
sess amazing gold mines in the new
world. I assure you my money has
ail been honestly acquired and also
taken from mother earth, a present
from tlie old Montezumas of Aztec
time.”
They talked of old times, and the
many memories they had in common—
since the flight of years how precious
these recollections became—a halo
seemed to surround each incident in
those days of yore, making romantic
what at that time had been exceeding
ly prosaic happenings.
Really the marquis enjoyed the half
hour in Mazette's society more than
he might have cared to confess while
still hugging that determination for
vengeance in his heart—while that
grim spectre haunted his life he could
never be wholly happy.
And when he said good-bye he must
needs take both her hands in his and
press them—as such an old familiar
friend should have the privilege of
doing, though it startled him a little
to see the lilush that flashed athwart
Mazette’s cheeks.
The Marquis of Montezuma whlstV'J
softly as h* ran down the steps from
the studio. It was the first time in
many a long day he had felt so light
hearted and cheerful.
As the lower steps were a little
gloomy he almost ran over a lady in
the act of ascending Of course an
apology sprang to his Ups. for his
awkwardness seemed to have alarmed
her. The next instant the Marquis
uttered an exclamation of astonish
ment in which thpre was also a trace
of alarm, for, as he turned to the lady
he found himself looking into that
beautiful but dangerous face of the
Senorita Juanita.
Why the sight of a lovely face
should cause the marquis to tremble
might seem a mystery, but he knew
the reason—it was not that he feared
this Spanish girl so far as his own
personal safety was concerned, but
there were others:
Mazette!
That Dona Juanita had been dogging
his footsteps of late he had no doubt,
and her motive in doing so was no
mystery, since she had vowed to dts
nover who the authoress of his wrongs
in the past might be in order to
avenge them.
But what had that to do with Ma
zette. since she was not concerned in
liis misery of the past?
“Ah! the interest of this jealous
woman had more to do with the pres
ent—the future.
And that was why he trembled, be
cause suddenly overtaken with the
overwhelming consciousness that Ma
zette’s happiness was precious to him.
The shock did more to tear away the
cobwebs with which he had concealed
the truth than anything else that
could have happened.
Besides he could not forget the blush
that had swept over her face as be
said good-bye.
Dona Juanita was the first to speak
—she had made a half-frantic struggle
to lay hold of her veil, doubtless in the
expectation of lowering the flimsy
gauze In time to conceal her face, and
when she found it was too late, her
hand fell to one side, and she met the
astonished gaze of the marquis with
a defiant smile, saying:
I have not nan the pleasure or taiic
ing over old times such as you promis
ed, Senor Jack. I sadly fear you find
other attractions too great a tax upon
your time."
“Ah! I am a very busy man. srno
rita; you can readily understand that.
They shower attentions upon a suc
cessful man in London—once 1 might
have starved to death upon the streets,
and a few lines in the morning Times
would have been my poor obituary.
Now, it takes columns to chronicle my
most simple doings, how I live, what
1 think and such stuff; Bah! I am
disgusted with it all.”
"Tell me, Senor Jack, have you giv
en up your design for vengeance?" she
asked, fixing her great black eyes upon
him as though there might be much
more in this question than appeared
upon the surface.
“Not yet," he answered slowly.
"Ah! then there is still hope,” she
muttered, and he did not comprehend
at tne time just what this meant,
tnough later on the full importance of
it burst upon him.
Hope for what?—her designs were
all selfish, since it never entered her
head to think of others, and the future
as connected with her own fortunes
was all that concerned her.
The marquis was glad when at last
he saw her into a cab, and raising his
hat, pressed her hand in adieu, hoping
that he might set eyes no more on the
belle of San Jose.
CHAPTER XX.
How Fedora Heard.
The Livermore* had vanished from
the sphere which they had for some
years adorned, but it was no mystery
to the marquis, who had kept track
of their movements through those who
served him well.
(To be continued.)
AFTER HUGO, SILENCE.
Tim Great French Author'* Immenae
Appreciation of Himself.
It was a quarter of a century ago
that the writer of this paragraph first
saw Victor Hugo, the centenary of
whose birth was recently celebrated.
It was at a congress of European au
thors, assembled in Paris to discuss
the question of international copy
right. Nearly all the distinguished
authors then living were present at
this congress. Hugo presided. On his
right was M. Leon, the French min
ister of public instruction, and on his
left was Turgenieff, the great Russian
novelist. It was the opening day of
the congress, and Hugo delivered an
address of welcome to the delegates.
At the conclusion of his address, a
delegate arose and began to discuss
the question before the congress. He
had not spoken a dozen words when
the presiding officer rapped him to or
der. “Silence!” said the president.
"Nobody speaks after Hugo. The con
gress is adjourned until tomorrow!”
There was no dissent from this ruling
of President Hugo, and the delegates
dispersed.
It was an impressive demonstration
of Hugo’s tremendous appreciation of
himself, as well as of the profound re
spect in which he was held by bis lit
erary contemporaries.
Sawmill ltun by a Woman.
A sawmill is successfully run by a
woman near Plainfield, N. J. Mrs.
David Blackford carries on this in
dustry, performing the part of engi
neer, and hiring a man and boy for
rough work. Her husband spends six
months of each year in South America
searching for lumber, and thus he
i-rofit3 of the lucrative business are
kept in the Blackford family. Mrs.
Blackford is a comely young woman,
who supervises all the financial and
mechanical parts of the sawmill, turn
: ing out extra fine work.
FARMERS' INTERESTS,
IMPORTANCE OF DIVERSIFYING AGRI
CULTURAL INDUSTRY
National (.rune* l’rote»t* Agulntt Tariff
Krd ni t Ions Wliove IlfToct Would *i«
to l)lMOur»K* Hie tirowing of Sugar
Heats 1q the t olted States.
Evidently the legislative committee
of the National Grange believe witn
the New York Farmer that the
sugar beet industry of the United
States should be developed, and that
the surest, safest and quickest way to
develop it is to leave the present tar
iff on imported sugar undisturbed. In
an address before the ways and mpans
committee of the house of repre
sentatives in Washington. D. C., on
January 23, on the subject of lowering
the tariff on sugar imported from Cu
ba, National Grange Master Jones took
exactly the stand taken by this jour
nal. He showed how important it is
that our overdone agricultural lines
shall be relieved by turning a part of
our land to the growing of sugar beets,
and thus keeping at home the immense
sums of money we have been spending
on sugar grown by foreign farmers.
We may not agree that protection is
necessary or desirable in any line of
production, but we cannot evade the
record fact that protection enabled
this country to build up most of its
great industries. T'ne Inference from
the records is that a tariff on sugar
imported from foreign lands will pre
vent foreign manufacturers from
smashing our beot sugar Industry by
flooding our markets with their cheap
sugars, long enough to discourage our
beet farmers and sugar manufactur
ers and drive them out of the field.
With our factories shut down and no
sugar beets growing on our farms, the
foreign manufacturers would have us
in their power. By doubling their
price for sugar, they would in one
year make enough to repay them over
and over for all the sugar they send to
glut our markets anil smash our in
dustry. National Grange Master Jones
and the othpr members of the legisla
tive committee are justified in protest
ing against any action by congress on
the tariff that will tend to ruin what
will, if developed, become one of the
most important of our agricultural
lines, namely, the growing of sugar
beets.—New York Farmer.
FARMERS NOT TRAITORS.
Would Not Favor I)lsunlont»n> for tlif>
Nak« of tlio Hoot Sugar IndnHrj.
The editor of the Review of Re
views should be fair and consistent.
Generally speaking, he is so. But in
dealing with the question of Cuban
(Sugar and Tobacco trust) relief he
falls out of his habit of fairness anJ
consistency. Thus:
“These same beet sugar fanatics
would, if they could, at once expel
Louisiana from the the Union, because
that state has the effrontery to
produce cane sugar. Such a policy is
protectionism gone mad.”
To gravely assert that the sugar beet
growers of the northern states “would,
if they could, expel Louisiana from the
union because that state has the ef
frontery to produce cane sugar" Is un
worthy of a publication of the char
acter of the Review of Reviews. It
is not argument; it is not truth; it
is mere rant, fanatical free trade rant.
Thousands of farmers now raising
sugar beets are the sons of men who
fought to keep Louisiana in the UDion,
and the men of to-day would, if oc
casion should arise, fight as their
fathers fought. They are to-day fight
ing in the same ranks with the farm
ers of Louisiana and for a common
cause—the cause of justice and fair
play. They ask that they be not sac
rificed on the altar of Cuban sym
pathy, or sugar trust rapacity, as the
case may be. They believe in what
William McKinley called "the great
est free trade system ever known,
the free trade between the forty-five
states of the American union;” but
they object to a free trade in lower
priced foreign competing products,
whether these products come from
Cuba or from any other foreign coun
try. They urge that if we owe Cuba
anything it is the whole country that
owes it, and should pay it, and not
alone the American growers of sugar
cane, sugar beets and tobacco and the
manufacturers of American cigars. But
they are not disunionists or traitors.
The Review of Reviews assertion to
tue contrary is undignified and dis
creditable. Not the most rampant ad
vocate of sugar trust Interests has
said a meaner thing or a falser thing.
End the Reciprocity Tlntnluig.
Information from Washington is to
the effect that the House ways ami
moans committee has unanimously
agreed upon the wiping out of the en
tire war taxes.
If this move is agreed to it will end
all efforts at reciprocity. The reduc
tion of the revenues will be so great
that a further decrease of tariff du
ties will be impossible.
The country is to be congratulated
upon this action. Reciprocity is a
beautiful thing in theory, but in prac
tice it is but the advance courier of
free trade. The world doesn’t buy
from us because of any sentiment. It
purchases here because it must come
to us for many of the goods it wants
and because our prices arc lower than
those of the rest of the world. Reci
procity on the other hand means ad
mitting to America duty free many
lines which can be produced or manu
factured here. Thus we throw down
the bars of protection and help build
up some other nation at the expense of
our own.
Reciprocity also means an in
terminable tangle In the revenue laws
and many attempts to palm off as duty
free gooiis whirh do not. come from
countries with which we had reciproc
ity trusties. In fact, reefproeMy
would be unfair to America and un
fair to many other countries. When
we are prosirering so well under pro
tection it seems foolish to deliberately
put gaps in the fence.—Philadelphia
Item.
M'KIINLEY’S WISDOM.
Reciprocity Only With Countries Whmt
W tiKv lute la Ki|iml to Our Own.
One day. writes Eli I’erkins. Dingley
asked McKinley what the tariff should
be on a certain article?
McKinley thought a moment, and
then said:
"Mr. Dingley, here is our whole tar
iff theory in a nutshell: If we can’t
make or produce a certain article let
it come free; but if we can make it
let us put the tariff against the low
wage country just high enough so that
we can make it without lowering our
wages."
“And when shall we see reciproc
ity?" asked Dingley.
“Whenever we are dealing with any
nation whose wages are as high as
ours, then we will exchange products—
that is, sell and buy with no tariff at
all."
This is our whole tariff theory in a
nutshell. This theory has captured
our own home markets.
We make all our own iron, cutlery,
tin. cloth, glass, pottery, machinery,
woolen and cotton cloth, carpets and
shoes.
This theory is making us wealthy.
Wealth, inventions and combinations
now enable us with our high labor to
furnish other nations cheaper than
they can make these things themselves
with their cheap labor.
We will soon have the markets of
the world. This year 1902 we will
probably sell $1,500,000,000 worth of
stuffs, and only buy $500,000,000. and
put to our credit a billion dollars!
Should we change this tariff?
W hen ineu are sick we should give
(hem medicine; when well, never!
This nation is well. It was well
when Cleveland commenced doctoring
it witli the Wilson tariff and made it
sick.
It is dangerous to give a well na
tion medicine. Let tue present tariff
alone!
Explosive Possibilities.
Principle* lloit Be Preserved.
As far as Cuba is concerned, there
is no reason, either in law or equity
or politics, why the United States
should sacrifice a single domestic in
dustry, in order to extend its philan
thropy to Cuba. If Cuba has a gov
ernment of her own and a tariff of her
own, she will soon be self-sustaining.
She can sell a large portion of her
sugar in this country and abroad even
with tariffs against her, for her labor
is eheap. Cuba prospered under Span
ish rule—why cannot she prosper now?
If protection is to sacrifice on the
altar of foreign trade, it is well to re
call the fact that our foreign com
merce has increased enormously un
der a protective tart IT. Protection is
no bar to foreign trad a.
While tariff schedules may need
changing ooea* tonally to suit the
times, the. fact remains that the prin
ciple of protection must be preserved
to maintain prosperity.—Kalamazoo
Telegraph.
Could Not Stand It.
The steel trust can stand Mr. Bab
cock’s bill. But the steel trust's com
petitors, feebler concerns, with small
capital, cannot stand it. If the bill
were enacted, instead of crippling the
steel trust, it would really strengthen
its grip upon the home market, and
give it a virtual monopoly of the iron
and steel trade of America. Congress
men who want to do this will support
Mr. Babcock’s bill. Newspapers that
want to bring this thing about will
call for its immediate enactment.—
Boston Journal.
Sound Bu»lne»* View.
So far as the business interests of
the country are concerned, they are
radically opposed to tariff revision by
the present congress. It is generally
conceded that duties on certain articles
can be reduced without impairing the
principle of protection, but the intelli
gence of the country is opposed to
opening up the tariff question for the
sake of applying a few remedies and at
the same time disturbing business
conditions by the fear of extensive
changes.—Green Bay (Wis.) Advocate.
No Bond.
There is no need to hope for any
thing from it; » o good will come. The
trust wants to get in more of its su
gar. and the only benefit the public
would get would be when the trust re
duced its price to stop the production
of beet sugar. It is well to be clear
about it.—Birmingham (Ala.) "ledger *
MONEY IN SKATING RINKS.
Four Surc«»fnl One*, raying I.arge Dirt*
drnd* to Stockholder*.
Hollpr skating rinks, once the most
popular resorts of young folks, have
been run at a loss for several years,
but there Is money In real ice 3kattng
rinks. There are four in successful
operation ami the'- yield satisfactory
dividends to their stockholders. One
is in Manhattan, one in Brooklyn, one
in St. I»nis and one in Pittsburg.
Preparation of the floor is the most
expensive item. The ice is formed on
i floor of special felt-covered boards
laid in prepared asphalt. Underneath,
in a filling of ground cork, run the
pipes conveying the refrigerating
brine.
The pipes are usually 'aid only three
inches apart. Though the buildings
can he heated by steam to a tempera
ture of 40 degrees or thereabouts the
surface of the ice can be kept hard at
all times by the frosty brine under
neath.
The Brooklyn rink represents an in
vestment of $60,000 and has been a
paying enterprise from the beginning.
I -asst year the stockholders received 16
per cent.
The Pittsburg rink, which Is on a
larger scale, represents an Investment
of $300,000. It was built four years ago
and lias never paid less than 11 per
cent. The two other rinks are pro
portionately profitable.
BREAD AND BUTTER STATE.
Now Nani* Dallied for Minneanta by Ha
Dairy Product* and Flour.
Minnesota has heretofore been
known as the Gopher State. Now it is
beginning to be called the Bread anil
Butter States. The reason of the
change becomes clear when it is said
that last year its mills turned out 26,
620,000 barrels of flour and there were
churned in the state 50,000,000 pounds
of butler.
In the produce of spring wheat, Min
nesota stands at the head of the states
of the country and its flour mills are
noted not only throughout the North
west, but in foreign countries as well.
The extensive development of its dairy
interests is comparatively recent.
The combination of wheat and flour
with milk and butter is more clearly
marked in Minnesota than in any other
state. New York and Illinois are im
portant dairy states, but the value of
the wheat crop in New York is less
than one-third the value of Its oat
crop, and less than one-eighth the
value of the hay crop, wheat being now
one of the minor agricultural products
of New York, oneo the chief - wheat
state.
Illinois raises a fair amount of wheat
blit the corn crop, which is of very
much more importance, yields in a
year $K to every dollar received from
the product of wheat.
Delivering Coal In London.
V proof of the conservative ways of
the English people >s the manner in
which coals for the household fires
are distributed and stored.
Instead of the American coal cart,
which is loaded in less than five min
utes from an elevated coal bin, the
American visiting London finds an
ordinary wagon made to carry about
a dozen large hags of coal, which are
tilled one by one at an expense of
much time and labor, and then lifted
Into the venide like so many milk
cans.
When an American coal cart reaches
the house where its load is to be
dumped the cart is backed up against
the side of the pavement, the chute
is drawn out like the barrel of a tele
scope, and the end inserted In the
coalhole, In a few minutes the entire
load, with the rush of water falling
over a small cataract, runs down Into
a heap on the floor of the coal cellar.
In London, on the other hand each
bag of coal has to be taken separately
from the wagon and emptied as near
as may be in the coalhole; and when
the task is at last finished the coal
which has fallen on the pavement has
to be laboriously shoveled into the
coal cellar.—Nineteenth Century.
French Woman BsrrUtcr.
It is just a year ago since Mile. Cbau
vin, the lady barrister, made her flrsl
appearance at the Paris bar. Inter
viewed on her experiences, she states
that the fact that she is a woman
seems to be forgotten by both bench
and bar. and she no longer excites the
slightest curiosity at the law courts
She has appeared in some fifty eases
during the year, including a divorce
case, when she represented the hus
band and obtained judgment against
the unfaithful wife. She far prefers
equity work, however, and never wants
to enter an assize court. In the first
place, she says one has to tell too
many untruths there, and secondly, for
her part, she resolutely refuses to ac
cept a brief unless absolutely con
vinced of the justice of her client's
cause.
Mile. Chauvin looks upon the sick
ening leniency meted out to murderers
in Paris, and especially to murderesses
with disgust and stupefaction, and add
ed that no woman need trouble to gei
a divorce; she only need kill her hus
band to obtain her freedom and be
come a popular idol.—Paris Corre
spondence London Telegraph.
From Palace to Foorhouae.
The Duchess Rio de Rias, who was
one oiL the foremost figures in Parisian
society in the time of Napoleon III.
died recently in the almshouse a<
Simferopol. She entered the alms
house several years ago, after suffer
ing the most abject poverty. During
the time of her glory in Paris she if
alleged to have squandered in gambl
ing and otherwise a fortune of thre*
millions sterling.