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A 68 New Thought9* Offense By Dr. George F. Butter and' Herbert Hstey «—■ Victory for Physician*Detective Dr. Furniva!!!, Where Police Methods Fail HEN Detective Ruger soni. at seven o’clock in the evening, learned that Mr. Courtney Ban ning, the young club millionaire, was miss ing from his home, that foul play was feared, and that a large reward had been offered for information of his whereabouts, he believed that he knew about what had hap pened to him and just where to find him. fastened at once to the shady Hotel Northern on the fringes of the slums. "Ring. " said he to the night clerk, a tough-looking individual of 40, with a hard, flushed face, drink-sodden gray eyes, flashy cheap clothes, and a tall, bony form, “how long ago was It that Mr. Banning was neit last?” "A week ago to-night." Ring an swered. quickly. “Why? I hope there ain't nothing—” "Only missing, that’s all. We want to find him for his family. If he’s still here, and if you make it quiet and easy for nte, why, no questions asked—-that’s it. All 1 want is him— see? And nobody else needn't know nothing about it." "Here, come in here a minute." said th.* clerk, hastily. He hurried through the dining-room into the kitchen, and standing in the middle of the floor pointed upward to where a door could l»e seen, with three steps of a former stairway depending from it. The stair way was tawed short off. the lowest step hanging ten feet up from tlie^ kitchen floor. "Ye see them stairs?" said the clerk, jiointiug. “We cut them down be cause we needed the room here more than we d:d them. So help ine, I ain’t telling a word of lie. but Mr. Hanning was dodging round up stairs Monday night, and for some reason or other he opened that door that we always keep looked, and tumbled down here, lie t hought there was stairs, I suppose. He wasn't hurted much, but he could n’t stand, and we would not send him to his own home, letting on that is was here he was putting in his time, so we calls the wagon and sends him to the Relief sta tion. Why, isn't he out yet at all? We thought he'd be all right in the morning, only a trifle shook up. and mebbe the head cn him from the lit tle jamboree.” While he was speaking the inno cent eyes of the detective were search ing his face. The clerk wore a guilty manner, but was it the flag of guilt iu this particular case, or was it the general, all-round guilt which a man of his calling and stamp is likely to show when in the presence of the law? The letective could not say. Hut the Relief station would answer the question, or at least, throw enough light on the subject to start with. Mr. Hanning would be found injured, but had the injury come innocently, from walking through that doorway? The main point was that the missing man would be restored to his home and the restorer would get the reward. The manner of the injury was a minor matter, which, however, properly looked into, might serve as a whip of power to hold over the shady Hotel Northern. Therefore, after a long look into the clerk’s shifty eyes, he said abruptly: ‘Til see you again about this, mebbe." and hurried to the hospital. To his inquiries an attendant answered that on Monday evening a man had been brought in unconscious, suffering from a fractured skull and bruises on the legs and arms. Two friends who were with him said his name was C. O. Hanning. They couldn't give his ad dress. In the morning, when they had patched him up and he was able to leave the station, he denied that he was Hanning, though he refused to give any other name, and went a wav growling against somebody who had thrown hint down stairs. "Was he a gentleman?" asked Ru gersom. it he was he was thoroughly dis guised," smiled the attendant. “No, he was a rough fellow, faded and dirty, weak-minded, sniveling, a type we often see here." The detective hastened bark to the hotel. The clerk Ring regarded him anxiously. “Was he htirted bad after all?" he asked. “ ’Twould give the house a bad name." ‘•Ring,” said Rugersom. looking him in the eye, “it wasn't Wanning. How could you make such a bull?" “Wasn't Banning!" he exclaimed. Then he laughed cynically. "Oh, no— of course not! Didn't I lirt him up from the floor myself? Don't I know him better than I do you? Is he there yet? Or how is it? What are you hand ing me?" “Ring,” said the detective, slowly and impressively, “there's something phony in this. Out with it or it will be the worse for you." “Jakey! Mike!” called the clerk, poking his head into the larger room. “Come here, I want you.” Two seedy individuals shuffled into sight. They were the types of young fellows who always may be seen around cheap barrooms doing chores for their entertainment, bleary of eye, trembling with the weakness of over stimulation. When they saw the de tective they showed further signs of discomfort, but brazened it out, though doubtfully, as if ready for flight on the first token of hostility on his part. “Mike,” said the clerk, "and you, too, Jakey, where was it you seen Mr. Banning Monday night—the first time, I mean?” “On the broad of his back on the floor,” answered Mike, pointing; and, "Stretched right out there," corrobo rated Jakey, also pointing, both of them speaking at the same time. "Was it you two that gave bis name at the Relief station?" asked Ruger som. "It was not,” said Mike. "No, sir." declared Jakey. "They helped put him in the wagon, that’s all,” Ring volunteered. "But who went with him to the hos pital. then? They say there that two men came with him and gave his name.” Both Mike and Jakey began to talk very fast, explaining that a! they knew was that Mr. Banning had fall en down stairs, that they had Jilted him into the ambulance and then re turned to tiie dining room, where they were Hitting when the noise of his fall startled them into rushing to the kitch en to see what the trouble was. They knew Mr. Banning very well by sight, as everybody around the hotel did, lie was there so often, attracting a good deal of attention unknown to him seit' by being there at all, and espe cially by spending so much money. r "You two come along with me," Ro gers mi interrupted, grimly. "You have tiie spiel too pat. We ll see if the ambulance inan and the clerk at the Relief station can identify you." “It's all right, Mr. Rugersom. It's jest as I tell von," called Ring after the detective as the three went out. “Mebbe,” muttered Rugersom, "but there's sand in this sugar somewhere. It grits.” The instant they reached the first cross street both men. as if moved by one impulse, grabbed the officer by the arm and turned the corner, out of sight of the hotel. "Git outer here—I’ll tell him—I have the first word," growled Mike to Jakey, who was feverishly trying to whisper in the detective’s ear. Rugersom shook them Off and stepped into a doorway. "Go slow," he said. "You'll both be treated the same in this game, no matter who speaks first. Out with it, Mike.” Jakey subsided and Mike hastily took the word. “There was a gazabo lifted a couple of [dunks off a fellow up stairs there that night,” he whispered, “and hit it for the main entrance. But the Rube stood up to him, so he breaks away for the back door he seen there. It was barred, but he got it open and slides through, but the stairs is cut out and lie pitches on his nut against the kitchen floor. We all hears the hulla baloo and five or six of us trails in to see the game. Mr. Banning was one. We sends for the Black Maria, and Mr. Banning says: ‘I'll give every man here,’ he says, ‘a ten-spot,' he says, 'to say that dead man on the floor,' he says, 'is me,’ he says. And then he says, 'who want's it?' and he flashed a roll the size of a stove funnel. So we all took it. And he hands me and Jakey here ten more to go to the station for to give his name. And we goes and gives it. We all thought the man was dead, but 'twas nothing real phony, was it, Mr. Rugersom? You got nothin’ on us.” “And," put in Jakey, qnicklv, “you can't get the 20 apiece back from us, because why?—we hlowed lr., didn’t we Mike?” “8'elp me!" swore Alike, throwing out, his palms. “Oh, dead sure!” grinned Ruger soni. “You two high rollers blow 20 frequent. But that’s all right. All I want is Banning. Put me near and I’m a clam on everything else. Where is he?” As they consulted each other with troubled eyes he adde-d impa tiently. “Leak, now, or I'll lake you in.” “ 'Twill cost us Ring," whined Mike. “He'll give us the run if we do it.” “I'll give it to you if you don't. Open up." “ 'Tis wort’ ten,” protested Mike. “Ah, twenty!” deprecated Jakey. “Go on along up to headquarters.” the detective burst forth, angrily, seizing them by the elbows. This end ed the controversy. They gave in suddenly. “He's in the house,” said Alike hur riedly. "Come, we’ll show you. But Ring is with him by this, and we’ll have to slide along, for he'll have him out of that at onct now.” They saw as they passed the of fice that Ring was no longer there, and Rugersom snatched a precious moment to call up Lawyer Randall on the telephone. Then taking the stairs with speed they ran down a foul smelling corridor and stopped before a door marked in black paint with the number 20. Mike put his eye to the keyhole. “They're in there," he whispered. As he spoke there came a sudden sharp | exclamation from the room, followed | by the sounds of a fierce struggle, and Rugersom, throwing himself again and again upon the door soon burst it in. Running and Ring were rolling on the floor pounding and clawing each other, in the midst of torn bed clothes, overturned chairs, a smashed table and a mass of broken bottles and glasses. The detective's presence seemed to cow the fight all out of Ring, for lie at first sat on the floor staring at hint and then arose and stood sheepishly' eying his adversary. Hanning jumped up in a rage. "Arrest that man!" he cried, point ing at Ring. He was a slim youth of 2.!, light haired and weak eyed, whose naturally pale face was now pallid from confinement except where the clerk's fingers had marked it with red. “Arrest him!” he repeated, hotly. "If you are an officer, I give him in charge to you. He lias beer, keeping me here a week. He wants money. It's blackmail, and I'll put him over' the road for it. no matter what it costs.” • - • * The- detective walked tip to the abashed clerk. "Ring," he said, “you must bo nut ty to do a thing like this. Why, it ain't like ypu. 1 thought you lied more sense.” The clerk held out his wrists with out a word, but Rugersom waved them aside. "1 won't give you the wristers," he said. "You'll come along all right. For old sake's sake I'll see what 1 can do for you up at—" He stopped suddenly and leaped to one side as the gas went out, and threw tip his arm. Rut he was too la.e. A stunning blow fell on liis head and he dropped senseless to the floor. “'Dr. Furnivall,” said Lawyer Ran dall, "I have come to you on a singu lar errand. Whether your unique pow er is what I need I don't know, but if it isn't I certainly don't know what is. And in that case I should be com pelled to stop proceedings, which would prove a downright calamity.” “The case is this,” the lawyer went on. the doctor making no oral response to his statement: ‘‘Some two months ago young Courtney Hanning—you know, the Childs-Bannings. iliat fam ily—began going wrong. Originally lie was a fine fellow, not a vice in the world, I'm sure, and not a bad habit even. Seemed to be just a harmless j sort of average youth, who would ! never set the world afire, nor drown it either. I saw a good deal of him in his boyhood and can speak from per- I sonal knowledge. At his majority he received three millions in his own ; right and became guardian of his sis ter, subject to advice from a board of trustees, of which I am one. He | conducted himself so sauelv. with such good will and ability, that we never interfered with him. He was left practically with a free hand in the disposal of five millions. For two years, or until last June, he ran as steady as a clock, giving every day to his business interests and the even ings to such society as a rich young fellow of good family would naturally select. Then one day I was informed that lie had unaccountably changed his whole course of life. None of his friends had laid eyes on him for weeks, and it was hinted that he was going the fast pace in vile resorts. There were whispers of a love affair, and I thought that very likely there was something in that view. I'm not sure I don't still think so. A week ] ago his sister came to me in hyster ics, saying that he had not been home for two days and was not to lie found anywhere. She had searched high I and low, with ail his friends helping j her. but to no purpose. Not a word could be heard of him. He had van- ! ished utterly, without leaving a trace behind. After making a still hunt on my own part, which resulted in noth ing, I quietly called in the police, who found him at once. But the circum stances are such that it is impossible to determine whether he was in hid ing or held by force. If the former, it is necessary I should know the rea son; if the latter, somebody should be made to sweat for it. And I come to you to learn the truth of the mat ter, or to find if you have any way of getting at it.” isn t the matter or rather too trivial an order to set the wheels of science whirling for?” Dr. Furnivall remarked, dryly. “I see that I must make a confidant of you,” the lawyer said, gravely. ‘‘The fact is,” he continued, hitch ing his chair nearer to the doctor’s and sinking his voice almost to the tone of a whisper, “the fact is there's a woman in the case and she's old enough to be his mother. He has made over $50,000 to her. Still worse, he has realized on every piece of property he controlled, that could be turned without consulting the trus tees, his sister's as well as his own, and booked a passage for Europe in a steamer which sails to-morrow, giv ing a false name. If his sister should hear of this it would kill her. She is very delicate, he is all‘she has in the world—" “Who is the woman?” ZAmr r/t£ m/wm/Tf# /r. “She is a Mrs. Van Tromp, a wid ow, who—" "What, ihe New-Thought teacher, on Marlborough street?” "The very same. Do you know her?" It would scarcely be said of Dr. Furnivall that lie showed lack of in terest now. “Jove!” he exclaimed, jumping up and rushing round for his hat and coat, "science indeed! We'll untwist a strange strand of the human mind this time, 1 assure you. We'll see Banning at once." He was ready for the street almost instantly, and the two walked rapidly towards the Banning place. They found young Banning in the library arranging some papers, lie was very pale, his face lined and heavy with care, and his light eves as he turned them on his visitors held in their depths a singular gleam, as of fear stoutly resisted, yet impossible to overcome. As soon as the greet ings were done Dr. Furnivall, remov ing his heavy spectacles and holding the young man's eye with his own, said without ceremony: "This was a singular experience of yours, Mr. Banning. I knonv but lit tle of the story, but the little indicates something unique. How did it hap pen?” Mr. Randall regarded Banning cu riously. ' How would lie lake this ap parent meddling in his affairs by a stranger? To his surprise he did not resent it, seeming to consider it a and was plainly nervous, but an swered, speaking at first slowly: "Why. 1 went to this shady hotel on business, and they detained me there, hoping to scare me into giving them a lot of money. They didn't succeed, thanks to my sister and Mr. Randall here, who found them out and gave me a chance to—er—I—er— What did you ask me?” His face as he went on, his eyes in Dr. FumivaH's," passed through a re markable variety of expressions. In the beginning he showed embarrass ment mingled with fear, which ran rapidly into perplexity, into surprise, peacefulness, and finally, as he asked the question, into deep and absorbed introspection. His mind now was plain ly bent in upon itself, occupied with one idea, and that was to answer the query put to him. And almost at once, before the doctor could have re peated his words, had he intended do ing so, the young man said in a mat ter-of-fact tone: “I remember—it was about the mur der. Yes. I committed it. If you wish to know why—” At this startling statement the law yer screamed out: “Courtney!” and started forward as if violently to re strain him from proceeding. Dr. Fur nivall waved him back. "Be quiet!” he said. "Let's have the story. Mr. Banning, who was your victim?” "John P. Parmenter.” he answered. "What, the druggist?" “Yes.” “Why did you do it?” “He was working so much harm in the wprld.” -“What harm? Begin at the begin ning *ad tell me all about it.” His colorless eyes in Dr. Furnivall’s Uis brow wrinkled in thought, young l’anning proceeded in a uiechanical voice: “Some months ago I began to at tend Mrs. Van Troinp's lectures on self-help and mental healing. There I learned many things not taught in the schools, among them three of su premo importance, namely, that, first, drugs are an invention of the devil: seeond. that the true healing of dis- , oa«e is through mental suggestion, or i telepathy; and, third, that evil thoughts can be communicated mental ly as well as good ones. As soon as 1 had become aware of this latter fact l began to notice that whenever I . passed a drug store I felt a strange sensations. My head swam, my limbs trembled, my stomach turned sour, and my mind became full of thoughts of horror and dread. I could think of nothing bat evil. This was true of all drug stores, but more particularly of Parmenter’s. And ihat is the one nearest my home, the one I must pass every time I go into the street. 1 con stantly heard Parmenter's voice threatening me as I hurried by, men tally, you know, for he wouldn't dare say such tilings aloud. I knew he was jealous of my knowledge, afraid that I would hurt his devil's trade, and wished to silence me. Once he com manded me mentally to throw myself headlong into my area yard, and be fore I could brace myself sufficiently to resist hint down I dove, head first, upon the bricks, and nearly broke my neck. He compelled me to do many deridings to his malice, for now his telepathic communications to me, all of them commands to do somethings self-hurtful, were accompanied by taunts that I couldn't help myself be cause he was stronger than 1. To es cape him I frequented societies where I hoped in the midst of carousal, for getfulness. stupidity and frivolity his things of this nature, catching me un prepared, until my detestation of him added to my knowledge of the evil character of his occupation, left only one course open to me. But I would n't proceed to extreme measures until 1 had tried every mild means, such as sending him. by telepathy, concilia tory messages, assuring him that if he would relinquish his drug deviltry I would put him on the right track and set him up in a business that he could follow with success and an easy con science. This seemed to make no im pression on him. unless it was to add suggestions could not penetrate. But all in vain. I caught them there a3 plainly as in my own room at home. Then I made up my mind. Arranging all my affairs so that I could start abroad at once, where I Intended hav ing my sister join me in due season, I transferred a substantial sum to my teacher to help on the cause, and then, though I hated above everything else In the world to do it, yet felt that I must, I silenced the villain forever—” The lawyer, whose face had twisted itself into an expression of the most ludricous amazement as the story pro gressed, again started up with a cry of warning to the speaker not to commit himself. But Dr. Furnivall, with the delighted smile of the scientist who suddenly becomes sure of the success Ireland Claims Explorer. Lieut. Shackleton, whose recent at tempt to reach the south pole so near ly resulted in success, is an Irishman. Mr. Abraham Shackleton, of Rath mines, Dublin, a relative of the great explorer, told a newspaper man re cently that Lieut. Shackleton is 35 years of age. “I wish." said Mr. Shackleton, “that the greatest pubiic jty should be given to the fact# that Lieut. Shackleton is an Irishman. His father is a first cousin of mine, who graduated at Trinity college, and is now practicing as a doctor in Syden ham, near the Crystal Palace, London. His mother is an Irishwoman also, and though Ernest Shack ieton was born in England, you know the old saying: ‘It isn't because a man's born in a |table that he’s a horse.” I fore see that the English newspapers will claim him as an Englishman, and will ignore his Irish descent. So I hope it will be widely known that he be longs to the Ballytore Shackletons, who have been in Ireland for 200 years past.” Effective Rebuff Over in Europe negroes are seen so seldom that they are not regarded as having any bearing upon social conditions. They are simply accept ed as any other foreigner is. Apropos of this a well-known Louisville man was relating to the Courier-Journal an experience which befell an old ne gro "mammy" whom he took along with his family. They were staying at a Parisian hotel, and the old wom an was startled almost out of her senses to receive an invitation from the head waiter to go out for a drive. The waiter could speak English a lit tle bit, and thought, no doubt, that this visitor from the land of the free would be glad to mingle in the social life of the gay capital. ‘'(Jo 'way fruni heah, white man!” she said severely. "Huccum you ast me secli a fool ques tion? Ah don’ hab nuthln' to do wlf no po’ white trash, an' you needn’t ast me!” It is unnecessary to add that the head waiter made no further ef fort to 'extend the social amenities. How a War Set a Fashion. The calabash pipe is one of the aft er results of the South African war. To supply the demand to which popu lar taste has given rise quite an in dustry has grown up in South Africa, where the farmers are regularly plant ing calabash specially for pipes, while, planting is already being carried out in the south of France and even in Australia. | of his experiment, pushed him back imo his chair, taking care at the same i ime not to release his subject from [ his gaze. "Sit still!” he said, softly, “until we see the outcome of this beautiful idea gone mad. Proceed, Mr. Banning.” “Why, that is about all. I think,” he said, “except the fact that an oppor tunity for concealing myself until the i time of sailing most singularly pre \ sented itself, and 1 seized it. I sent ! a dead man to the hospital in my I name, in order to throw investigation | off the track, and gave King a thou sand dollars for hiding me. When I found that I was discovered I prom ised him as much more to say he was holding me against my will. For to admit that I was concealing myself would amount to a confession of the homicide. It was I who knocked the officer down, so that Ring might run. I suppose I must suffer the penalty of tlie act, though that will he a hor rible injustice, considering the hein ous practices of that—” “One moment,” interpolated Dr. Fnrnivall, suavely; "what means did you employ, Mr. Banning, in the tak ing of this man's life?” "What means?" he repeated, in wonder. "Why. telepathy, of course. What other means are there? All is mind!” At this declaration the lawyer sat a moment in silence, a look of puz zlement struggling with the horror in his face, while Dr. Furnivall, having withdrawn his eyes from Banning's, regarded him whimsically. Suddenly the lawyer’s brow cleared. Jumping up he worked the doctor's hand like a pump-handle. "Great heavens!” he shouted. “Who would believe it ? Why, I saw Par uienter myself this morning, and he was as well as ever.” “Certainly. Without doubt, he scarcely knows there's such a person in existence as our friend here, who is merely self-hypnotized. Put him in a good sanitarium for a while, that will fix him physically. Then give him a thorough course of real philosophy, from Plato to Emerson. That will fix him mentally—if anything will.” What seemed the strangest thing of the whole strange matter to the lawyer was the fact that when Dr. Furnivall, who was well acquainted with the druggist Parmenter, brought him to the house and introduced him to Banning, the young man neither showed surprise nor would admit that his telepathic command to him to make away with himself had not been successful. Apparently thoroughly un able to realize that his thought-mes sages had failed to reach their object, he seemed to hold a double conscious ness of the druggist while on all other matters he was perfectly sane— like a man knotted up with rheuma tism who declares himself cured. To him Parmenter was dead, ”1 don’t understand it—I don't un derstand it," muttered Randall. "And yon never will—until you un derstand the human mind, its cause and what it is.” said Dr. Furnivall. “And that consummation is doubtless removed some distance into the fu ture for us all.” (Copyright, 1909, by XV. G. Chapman.) (Copyright in G»■»■* Britain.) Except for beastly weather and an epidemic of colds, (his is a fine spring. It is claimed that the murderers of Petrosino, the detective, are known to the Italian government and results are looked for soon. Perhaps the Italian government may recall the slaughter of Italians in Louisiana, not many years ago. and claim that she is not responsible for what the Sicilians do. It is not probable, however, for it is for her own interest that she should rid herself of the terrorizing Sicilian bandits. NEW TURKISH RULES Mohammad V. Said to Be Broad in His Views. r.--. No Experience in Government. S-yJ Acting Consul-General at New York, But His Sound Sense Will Guide Him. New York.—Pretty nearly every body in New York that knows air thing about Mebemmed-Resehad Kf fendi, the prisoner of the Yildiz Kiosk, who has suddenly found himself ele rated to the position of sultan of tie Ottoman empire, were assembled the other afternoon in the editorial rooms of the Syrian newspaper A1 llodu. There were Reouf Ahmed, the first secretary of the Turkish legation in Washington, who has been acting con sul-general in New York since Mundj: Bey departed under a cloud some weeks ago: M. A. Mokarzen, the editor of A1 Hoda. himself a Syrian; two rep resentatives of the Syrian society of New York and two of the most vigor ous proponents of the Young Turks in America. The consul-general gave a few facts, the editor gave a few more The Young Turks and the S> rians nodded gravely over their cigarettes and said little for publication. "The new sultau has of course had no experience in diplomacy or the ways of government," said the actin. Turkish consul-general. "He has been practically prisoner in the Yildiz Kio-!. since Abdul Hamid succeeded to tin Mohammad V., New Sultan of Turkey. place of power. We know little about hint except that he is a man of broader ami more liberal tendencies than h elder brother. We believe that he will come to remedy the mistakes that Abdul Hantid made, that he will be a repairer anil not a destroyer, ami the all of his attention will be given to placing Turkey in the place she de serves among the nations of Europe Acting Consul-General Keoitf Ahmed would have it understood that one and for all time the American news papers and all others in the English language should get the title of t'.k new sultan straight. Reschad-Effendi should be started right in that regard at least. He will take the titfh of Mohammad V.. said the consul-general. His real name is Mehemmed. which means glorious. Mohammad, the title which has been held in the line of the Otli mans four times before, is translate 1 glorified, or the man who is praise I. There is considerable difference be tween a man glorious and glorified, a Reouf Ahmed sees it. and the new sultan of Turkey is one glorified. .Mohammad V. is the thirty-fifth in male descent of the house of Othmuu the founder of the Turkish entpi in 1299, and he is the twenty ninth to rule since Constantinople fell. By the Turkish law of succession obeyed in the royal family, the headship over tie state is inherited according to senior itv by the mate descendants of oth man sprung from the imperial harem The deposed sultan. Abdul Hamid, would be succeeded by his eldest son. Mehemmed-Selim, were it not that Mehemmed-Reschad. the ex sultan - oldest brother, is living, and by tb Turkish law of succession in line fe ttle occupancy of the high scat ot power. Mohammad V. is the third brother to take the throne in the Yildiz Kiosk Murad V., eldest son of Sultan Abdul Hamiil. was deposed beeause of i:i sanity on August 31, 187«. Then Ah dul Hamid suceeeiled. A sister Djemile Sultana, was the next in age to Abdul Hamid, but because of her sex she is passed over in the selection of a successor to the one who so lug held the position of the sick man o' Europe, and Viehemmed Resec ad. the next elder son of Sultan Adbu! Medjid. has the unenviable throne. The present sultan was born Noveni ber 3, 1844. The next in succession to the Turkish throne is not one who bulks large in the public eye over there. Inevitably his brother, or unde as the case may be, sees to it that Un people know nothing more about a possible successor than that he exists Abdul Hamid was no exception to this general rule. He gave his younger brother a place in a detached pavilion of the Yildiz Kiosk, a retinue, guards, and that was all. Reouf Ahmed, who is something of a Young Turk himself, believes that most of the retinue am! all of the guards were spies. For a Hungry Marquis. The Marquis De X., who is best known as the strongesf snpporter ot the royalist cause in Paris, wishing to please a certain pretty actress, sent her a present. Only the present was accompanied by a note to the or feet that he "regretted that the ex pense of living at the present day pre cluded him from making the present of greater value.” Imagine his surprise when the next morning his baker brought him six extra rolls in a neat little basket, to which was pinned a billet bearing, above the actress’ sig nature. these words: “So that the Marquis De X., shall not starve!” Seek to Abolish Hat Tipping. A men’s league has been formed Darmstadt with the object of abolish Ins the custom of raising the hat.