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SYNOPSIS.
CHAPTER I—Countess Ellse, daughter
Of the Governor of the Mount, has chance
encounter with a peasant boy.
CHAPTER II—The “Mount.” a small
roek-bound island, stood in a vast bay on
the northwestern coast of France, and
during the time of Louis XVI was a gov
ernment stronghold. Develops that the
peasant boy was the son of Seigneur
Desaurac, nobleman.
CHAPTER III—Young Desaurac deter
mines to secure an education and be
come a gentleman; sees the governor's
daughter depart for Paris.
CHAPTER IV-Ladv Elise returns aft
er seven years' schooling, and entertains
many nobles.
CHAPTER V—Her Ladyship dances
with a strange fisherman, and a call to
arms is made in an effort to capture a
mysterious Le Seigneur Nols.
CHAPTER VI—The Black Seigneur es
capes.
CHAPTER Vll-I-ady Elisa Is caught
in the “Grand” tide.
CHAPTER VIII—Black Seigneur res
cues. and takes Lady Ellse to his re
treat.
CHAPTER XII—Seigneur and a priest
at the "Cockles.”
CHAPTER XIII—Sanches tells Desaur
ac that Lady Ellse betrayed him. but Is
not believed. The Seigneur plans to re
lease the prisoners at the Mount.
CHAPTER XIV—Lady Elisa pleads
with her father to spare the lives of con
demned prisoners.
CHAPTER IX—Ellse discovers that her
savior was the boy with the fish.
CHAPTER X—Sanches, the Seigneur’s
servant, is arrested and brought before
the governor.
CHAPTER XI—Lady Ellee has Sanchas
set free.
CHAPTER XV—Disguised as a peasant
Rady Ellse mingles with the people and
hears some startling facts.
CHAPTER XVI—A mysterious Mounte
bank starts a riot and Is arrested.
CHAPTER XVII—The Mountebank Is
locked up after making close observations
of the citadel, and Is afterwards sum
moned before the governor's daughter.
CHAPTER XVIII—The governor enters
the room during the Interview with the
Mountebank.
CHAPTER XIX—As a miserable buf
foon, the Mountebank Is released by or
der of the governor.
.alien of which sne strove to conwal.
“And I was about to call him, when—” ,
The Governor continued to address
the commandant. “You brought him
here?” incisively.
"Yes; your Excellency; a stupid
fellow we arrested for making troubla
with his dells, and—but with her La
dyship's permission—” awkwardly
turning to the Governor's daughter, “I
vfill explain.”
To this the girl, however, made no
answer; as if fascinated, watched
them, the commandant, her father, the
sHi, white figure at one side—not far
away!
“I think,” the Governor spoke soft
iy, “you will do that, anyway!”
“Exactly, your Excellency! It hap
pened in this wise,” and r.ot without
evidence of constraint and hesitation,
the officer slowly related the story of
the disturbance on the platform; the
taking into custody of the rogues and
knaves, and my lady’s interest in the
vagabond clown whose play had oc
casioned the riot
“Because it was seditious, designed
to set authority at naughtinterrupt
ed the listener, grimly eyeing for an
instant the motionless form of the
mountebank.
“On the contrary, your Excellency!”
.ulckly. “Her Ladyship assured tee it
was the loyal and faithful sentiment#
jf the play that caused the unruly
rascallions to make trouble, and that
;he clown deserved no punishment be
cause he had intended no mischief *'
“Her Ladyship?” The Governor’s
orows went suddenly up. “How," he
asked at length in a voice yet softer,
'should her Ladyship have known
about the ‘loyal and faithful senti
ments’ of a piece given in the town,
before a crowd of brawlers?”
“Because I was a spectator!” said
his daughter, a red spot now on her
cheek; changing lights in her eyes.
“A spectator,” repeated, In mild
surprise, the Governor.
"I will explain—after!" she added
In tones, low, constrained.
"Hum!” His Excellency's glanoe
■wept to the commandant.
“Her Ladyship was so good,” mur
mured the latter in soma embarrass
ment and yet feeling obliged to speak»
with that bright insistent gaze of the
high official of the Mount fastened
upon him, “as to inform me that, de
siring to mingle with the people, and,
knowing it might not be expedient
to do so—in her own proper charac
ter—her Ladyship saw fit to assume
a humbler costume—that of a Norman
peasant maid—”
From the Governor’s lips fell an
ejaculation; he seemed about to speak
sternly, but the words failed on his
lips; instead, ‘Continue!” he said
curtly.
"That. I believe, is all, your Excel
lency, except that her ladyship ex
pressed the desire the stupid fellow
be set at liberty on the morrow, as
not worth the keeping—and—”
The mountebank started, aB expect
ing now the Lady Elise to speak; to
denounce him, perhaps; but it was his
Excellency who Interrupted.
"You were going to do so? To set
him at liberty?"
“L your Excellency? The auberge
des voleurs is so full of the scum of
the sands, there is hardly room for
them to squirm; but if your Excellency
wishes all these paltry ragamuffins
and beggars brought before you—”
“Well, well!" The Governor looked
down; his hand crushed Impatiently
the papey h,e held. "Here is much ado
about nothing! Have you," to his
daughter, "anght to add?"
SfieTiltefl her head. Standing In a
careless pose, apparently regardless of
what was taking place, the mounte
bank, at the Governor’s question, shot
a quick glanoe from him to her. Al
though but an instan^ his look met my
lady’s, in that brief interval she read
all that was lost on the other two; the
sudden, desperate purpose, the indu
bitable intention, his warning glanoe
conveyed. At the same time she no
tlced, or fancied she did, the aand
thrust into his breast, as if grasping
some weapon concealed there, drew
out a little, while simultaneously, lend
ing emphasis to the fact, he moved a
shade nearer the Governor, her fa
ther!.
"Nothing,” said the girl hastily;
“nothing!”
"Then,” his Excellency waved a
thin, aristocratic hand, “take him
away!”
“And your—her ladyship’s instruc
tions?” murmured the commandant.
"Are to be obeyed, of course!” an
swered the Governor, complacently
regarding his letter.
“You hear, fool?” said in a low voice
the commandant, as he approached
the clown. “Thank his Excellency!
Don’t you know enough? Clod! Dolt!”
But the man made at first no effort
to obey; immovable as a statue,
seemed not to see the speaker, and
once more, the officer half whispered
his injunction.
“Eh?” the Governor turned.
“I thank your Excellency! Your Ex
cellency is most kind!” said the
mountebank in a loud, emphatic tone.
"And her ladyship?” prompted the
officer.
The clown looked at the girl; her
breath came fast through her parted
lips.
"Speak, fool! To her ladyship you
also owe much.”
“Much!” repeated the clown, a
spark in the dull gaze still fastened
upon her.
“Is that all you can say?”
“Take him away!” My lady spoke
almost wildly.
“Yes; take him away!” With a
querulous gesture his Excellency put
an end to the matter. '“Am I to be in
terrupted in important affairs by
every miserable farceur, or buffoon,
you pick up on the beach? To the
devil with the fellow!”
When the door had closed on the
mountebank and the commandant, he
turned to his daughter. “A madcap
trick!” Frowningly his Excellency
regarded her. "To have gone into the
town and mingled with the rabble!
But,” shaking his head and then suf
fering that expression of disapproval
to relax into severity, “say no more
about It! Here,” indicating the letter,
“Is something of greater moment, to
be attended to and answered!"
CHAPTER XX.
The Mountebank and the Soldier.
As the mountebank walked out of
the apartment of the Governor's
daughter, he drew himself up with an
air of expectancy, like a man prepar
ing for some sudden climax. Once be
yond the threshold, his eyes glanced
furtively back at _th« closed door, and,
descending the 'stairs to the floor be
low, he carried his head a little for
ward, as if intent to catch unwonted
sound or outcry. But no raised voice
or unusual noise reached his ear, and
his footsteps, as the party issued forth
into the street, responded briskly to
the soldiers' pace. Stilt with the same
air of strained attention, now mingled
with a trace of perplexity, he followed
his guard until called upon to etop.
"Veu '•re to slFep tiorel” As he
spoke, the commandant opened tn*
door of what seemed a low out-build
ing, not very far from the general bar
racks, and motioned the mountebank
to enter. The latter, after glancing
quickly at the speaker and the sol
diers behind, bent to step across th*
dark threshold, and, still stooping, on
account of the low roof, looked around
him. By the faint glimmer of light
from a lantern one of the soldiers
held, the few details of that squalid
place were indistinctly revealed: A
single stall whose long-eared occupant
turned its head inquiringly at the ab
rupt appearance of a companion
lodger; bits of harness and a number
of traps hanging from pegs on the
wall, and, near the door, on th*
ground, a bundle of grass, rough fod
der from the marshes alose by th*
shore. Tbie last salt-smelling heap,
the officer, peering in with a fastidious
sniff, indicated.
‘‘That's your bed! A softer one than
you would have had but for th* Lady
Ellse!”
The prisoner returned no answer,
and in the voice of a man whose hu
mor was not of the best, the command
ant uttered a brief command. A mo
ment or two the light continued t*
pass fitfully about the stable; then li
and the moving shadows vanished; a
key grated In the door, and the sound
of the officer's receding footsteps was
followed by the diminishing clatter of
men's heels on the flagging stone. Not
until both' UadTalily iHeiTaway" in the
distance and the silence was broken
only by certain Indications of restlvo
ness from the stall, did the prisoner
move.
First, to the door, which he tried
and shook; then, avoiding the pile of
fodder, to the wall, where, feeling
about the rough masonry with the
energy of one who knew he had no
time to Bpare, his hands, ere long,
encountered the frame of a small win
dow. Any gratification, however, he
might have experienced thereat found
its offset In the subsequent discovery
that the window had heavy Iron blinds,
closed and fastened, and was further
guarded by a single strong bar set
in the middle, dividing the one incon
siderable aperture into two spaces of
impassable dimensions. But ss if
spurred by obstacles to greater exer
tions, fiercely the man grasped the
metallic barrier, braced himself, and
put forth his strength. In its setting
cf old masonry, the rod moved slight
ly; then more and more, and the pris
oner, breathing a moment hard, girded
himself anew. A wrench, a tug, and
the bar, partly disintegrated, snapped
m the middle, and balding the pieces,
the prisoner fell somewhat violently
Sack. Armed now with an implement
that well might serve as a lever, he,
nevertheless, paused before endeavor
ip" to force the formidable fastenings
of the blinds; paused to luai uu .
tight-fitting clown's cap; to doff th
costume of the mountebank covering
the rough, dark garments beneath, and
vigorously to nib his'fibe with' some
Mixture he took from his pocket. He
had made but a few pasaea to remove
the distinguishing marks of paint and
pigment, when a sound without, in the
distance, caused him to desist
Footsteps, that grew louder, were
coming his way, and, gripping his bar
tighter the prisoner grimly waited;
but soon his grasp relaxed. The sound
was that of a single person, who now
paused before the entrance; fumbled
at the lock, and, with an impatient
exclamation, set something down. At
the same time the prisoner dropped
his weapon and stooped for the dis
carded garments; in the dark, they es
caped him and he was still searching,
when the bolt, springing sharply back,
caused him to straighten.
"Are you there. Monsieur Mounte
bank?” The door swung open; an un
certain light cast sickly rays once
more within, and beneath the lantern,
raised above his head, Innocent of the
danger he had just escaped, the round
visage of the good-natured soldier who
had escorted the mountebank to the
auberge des voleurs looked amicably
and inquiringly Into the darksome
hovel.
“Yes; what do you want?” the an
swer came more curt than courteous.
“What do I want?” the fellow re
peated with a broad smile. “Now that’s
good! Perhaps it woul$ be more to
the point to ask what do you want?
And here,” Indicating a|loaf and jug
in his hand, “I’ve got ithem, though
why the commandant should have
eared, and ordered them brought—”
“He did?” said the prisoner, with a
flash of quick surprise. “Well, I’m not
hungry, but you can leave them.”
“Not hungry?" And the soldier,
who seemed a little the worse for
liquor, but more friendly in conse
quence, walked in. “I don’t wonder,
though," be-went on, closing the door,
hanging his lantern above and plac
ing the jug on the ground; "in such a
foul hole? What you need, comrade,
is company, and,” touching significant
ly his breast, “something warmer than
flows from the spring of St. Aubert.”
“I tell you,” began the mountebank,
when the soldier, staring, got a fair
look at the other for the first time and
started back.
‘•Eh? What’s this?”
“Oh, I took them oft! You don’t sup
pose I’d sleep in my white clothes in
such a dirty—”
"Right you are, comrade!" re
turned the other, seating himself be
fore the door on a three-legged stool
he found in a corner. “But for the
moment you g&Te me a start. I
thought you some other person.”
“What—person?"
“No one in particular. You might,”
unbuttoning hia coat to draw forth a
bottle, “have been any one! But I dare
say you have had them off In worse
place* 'than this—which, after all,~ls
not bad, compared to some o' the
rooms for guests at the Met—'
r-.m»•" '
looked first at the closed Diinaa; tnen
at the door, and a sudden determina
tion came to his eyes.
“Those especially prepared for the
followers of the Black Seigneur, taken
prisoners near Casque, for example!”
“They are dungeons?”
“With Jacques for keeper! The lit
tle sexton, we call him, because the
prisoners go generally from the cells
to the pit, and the quicklime Is the
hunchback’s graveyard!”
“This Jacques—” A growing impa
tience shone ominously from the pris
oner's glance; his attention, that of a
man straining to catch some expected
sound without, focused itself on the
speaker. “This Jacques—what sort of
quarters has he?”
“Oh, he lives anywhere; every
where! Sometimes at the thieves*
Inn; again in one of the storehouses
■ I
“No One in Particular.”
near the wheel. They eay, though, he
la not a great hand to sleep, but pasw
es most of his time like a cat, prowl
lng in and out the black passages and
tunnels of the Mount. But,” abruptly
breaking off, “the play—that’s what I
want to know about!' The end! How
did it end*”
"I’m in no mood for talking.”
"Take the bottle, an’ it’ll loosen
your tongue!"
"No."
“What! yon refuse?”
“Yes.”
“Then,” philosophically, “mugt I
drink alone?”
“Not here!”
“Eh?”
“Will you get out, or—” and the
mountebank stepped toward the other
with apparently undisguised inten
tion.
“So that’s your game?” Quickly the
soldier sprang to his feet. “I must
teach you a little politeness, my friend
—how we deal with uncivil people in
the army!” And throwing off his coat,
as ready for a bout at fisticuffs as for
an encounter of words, the soldier
confronted the clown. “When I’m
done, you’ll sing that song of the stick
out of the other side of the mouth,
and think your wicked peasant re
ceived a coddling from his master in
comparison!”
But the mountebank did not answer
—with words—and the soldier was
still threatening, and painting dire
prophetic pictures of what he intend
ed doing, when a strong arm closed
about him; fingers like iron gripped
his throat, and, for some moments
thereafter, although of junusual size
anu vigor. The iilan was 'more con
cerned In keeping his feet than In
searching his vocabulary for pictur
esque imagery. Then, In Bpite of his
struggles and best endeavors to free
himself, he felt his head forced back
wards; the grasp on his neck tight
ened. Still he could not shake off that
deadly hold, and, aware that conscious
ness was gradually leaving him, his
efforts relaxed. After that, for an in
terval, he remembered nothing; but
with returning realization and a vague
sense of stiffness in his throat, In a
rough sort of way was prepared to ac
cept defeat; acknowledge the other’s
supremacy, and seal that acknowledg
ment over the bottle.
Only the mountebank afforded him
no opportunity thus to toast the “best
man;” with a long strap of leather
snatched from one of the pegs, he had
already bound the hands and feet of
his bulky antagonist, and was just ris
ing to survey his handiwork, when the
other opened bis eyes.
“Here! What do you mean?" ex
claimed the soldier, when even the
power vocally to express further sur
prise or indignation was denied him,
in consequence of something soft be
ing thrust between his teeth; and
mute, helpless, he could but express
in looks the disgusted inquiry his lips
refused to frame.
“No; it’s no joke,” answered the
mountebank, rapidly passing an end
of the strap, binding the soldier, about
a post of the stall and securing it,
sailor-wise. “A poor return for hos
pitality, yet needs must, when the
devil drives!” quickly seizing a hand
ful of marsh grass from the ground
and rubbing It over his face. “Any
how, you’ll be none the worse on the
morrow,” stepping toward the lantern,
“while I—who can say? He laughs
best—” About to blow out the flame,
he stopped, attracted by something his
foot had thrust aside; a garment; the
soldier’s! A moment he surveyed It;
stooped; picked it up. “Unless I am
mistaken," casting aside his own coat,
slipping on that of the soldier, and
then donning the latter’s cap, which
had fallen In the struggle, “we arc
about of a size. And this sword,” un
fastening the belt from the prostrate
Jailer, “should go with the coat.” A
moment his w-ords, tense, recklesB,
continued to vibrate In the soldier’s
eara, then: “I’ll leave you the lan
jera!" And darkness fell over the
til a re.
Boldly, a little uncertainly, as tbe
loldler bad walked, the mountebank,
aow, to all appearance, a man o' tbe
ranks In the service of his Excellency,
Governor, strode down the wide,
Itone-paved way separating the out
louses from the officers’quarters, hard
against the ramparts. In the sky’s
lome the stars still shone, although a
imall mottled patch of cloud obscured
‘.he moon; on either side no lights ap
peared in windows, and friendly shad
aws favored him, until he approached
at the end of the way the broad, open
entrance between the soldiers’ bar
racks and the officers’ row. There, set
in stone above the key of the time
worn arch, flared a smoky lamp, dimly
revealing the surrounding details; but
the young man did not stop; had
drawn quite close to the medieval
structure, when unexpectedly another
tread, on the soldiers’ side of the
entrance, mingled with his own; rang
For a moment in unison; then jingled
put of time. He who approached
came to a sudden standstill; cast a
quick glance over hla shoulder, only
to be brought to an abrupt realisation
that it was now too late to retreat. A
black silhouette, suddenly precipitated
across the pavement, preceded a dark
figure that stepped quickly out and
barred the way, while at the same
time, a voice, loud and incisive, chal
lenged.
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CHAPTER XXI.
The 8talrway of Silver.
The stillness of the moment that
followed was tense; then thickly the
young man answered something ir
relevant about a clown, a bottle and a
loafT with cap drawn aowiT an<T half
averted face, he lurched a little for
ward In the darkness, and the senti
nel’s weapon fell. "Oh, that’s you, la
it, Henri?" he said in a different tone,
stepping back. "How did you leave
the fellow?"
“Eating the bread and calling for
more!” As he spoke, the other
stopped, swaying uncertainly; above
the arch, the wick, ill-trimmed, bright
ened and darkened to the drafts of air
through break and slit of the old
lamp; and briefly he awaited a favor
able moment, when the flame blew out
until almost extinguished; then with
hand near sword-hilt, somewhat over*
briskly, but in keeping with the part,
he stepped toward the arch; through
It, and quickly past the sentinel.
“You seem to have been feasting
and drinking a little yourself, tonight,
comrade?” called out the latter after
him. “I noticed it when you went in,
and— But aren’t you taking the
wrong way?” As the other, after start
ing toward the barracks, straightened,
and then abruptly wheeled into the
road, running up the Mount
“Bah!” A moment the young man
passed. "Can’t a soldier," articulating
with difficulty, “go to see his sweet
heart without—”
“Eh bien!” The sentinel shrugged
his shoulders. “It isn’t my business. I
think, though, I know where they’ll
put you tomorrow, when they find out
through the guard at the barracks.”
To this ominous threat the other
deigned no response, only, after the
fashion of a man headstrong in inso
briety, as well as in affairs of gal
lantry, continued his upward way; at
first, speedily; afterward, when be
yond bearing of the man below, with
more stealth and as little noise as pos
sible, until the road, taking a sudden
angle, brought him abruptly to an
open space at the foot of a great flight
of stone Btairs.
Broad, wide, broken by occasional
platforms, these steps, reaching up
ward in gradual ascent, had designed
ly, in days gone by, been made easy
for broken-down monarch* or corpu
lent abbots. Also they had been
planned to satisfy the discerning eye,
jealous of every addition or alteration
-at the Mount. My lord, the ancient
potentate, leisurely ascending in ec
clesiastical gown, while conscious of
an earthly power reaching even Into
England, .could .still .fancy he was go
Ing~up a Jacob1# ladder into realms su
pernal. Saint Louis, with gaze be
nignly bent toward the aerial Mealier
de dentelle of the chapel to the left,
might well exclaim no royal road could
compare with this inspiring and holy
way; nor is it difficult to understand
a sudden enchantment here, or be
yond, that drew to the rock on three
pilgrimages that other Louis, more sin
ner than saint, the eleventh of his
name to mount the throne of France. '
But those stones, worn in the past
by the footsteps of the illustrious and
the lowly, were deserted now, and, for
the moment, only the mocn, which had
escaped from the cloud, exercised
there the right of way; looking square
ly down to efface time's marks and
pave with silver from top to bottom
the flight of stairs. It played, too, on
facades, towers and battlements on
either side, and, at the spectacle—the
disk directly before him—the Black
Seigneur, about to leave the dark and
sheltering byway, involuntarily paused.
Angels might walk unseen up and
down in that effulgence, as, indeed,
the old monks stoutly averred was
their habit; but a mortal intrusion on
the argent way could be fraught only
with visibility.
To reach tbe point he had in mind,
however, no choice remained; the
steps bad to be mounted, and, lower
ing his head and looking down, delib
erately he started. As he proceeded
his solitary figure seemed to become
more distinct; his presence more ob
trusive and his echoing footsteps to
resound louder. No indication he had
been seen or heard, however, reached
him; to sll appearances espionage of
his movements was wanting, and only
the saint with the sword at the top of
tbe steeple—guardian spirit of tha
rock—looked down, sa If holding high
To be Continued
University Club
Annual Reunion
Mr. and Mrs. R.P. Starr entertained
the members of the University Club
at their home on New Year’s Eve, and
an enjoyable evening was reported by
all. The UniversityClubiscomposed
of all students of this city who have
attended or are now attending the
State University of Nebraska. An
informal business meeting was held
by the members that evening, at
which time it was sought, by some of
the members, to enlarge the member
ship by including all students of uni
versities, regardless of whether they
have attended the State University of
this state, or any university in this
state, but the attempt was necessarily
defeated because the club, in order to
retain its standing in the state as a
University of Nebraska club, is com
pelled to admit only students of our
State University to membership. In
addition to the members of the club,
all university students of the city who
have attended other universities were
present as the guests of the club, and
the club found the addition of such
students so desirable that they adopt
ed a resolution to hold at least one
regular meeting between Christmas
and New Year of each year, and to
entertain all university students out
side the club who may be in our city
at the time.
After a number of pleasant games,
a brief business meeting was held,
and Miss Emma Outhouse was unan
imously elected president to succeed
Mr. R. P. Starr, who has held the
office for two years and declined to
serve longer, and Clifford Rein was
unanimously elected secretary-treas
urer.
After the business meeting the
students sang old university songs,
and were later given a musical treat
by Mrs. Starr and her son, Howard.
Mrs. Starr’s musical talent Is well
known in this city, and Howard is
manifesting remarkable ability on the
violin.
uencious retresnments were servea,
followed by excellent cigars for the
gentlemen, and all adjourned in the
small hours of New Year’s day, filled
to overflowing with pleasant recol
lections of the evening, of the old
university days, and refreshments.
The county attorney contest is set
for hearing before the county court
next Monday, Jan. 6th.
The old county board meets next
week Wednesday, the 8th, for settle
ment with the county treasurer and
the following day for general busi
ness. The new board meets a week
later.
Remember, our patons and friends
are cordially welcome to visit our of.
fice any day and especially Wednesday
afternoons and Thursday mornings
and witness our electric motors grind
ing out editions of the Northwestern.
Many have done so, and there is wel
come for all.
Mr. Archie Kearns returned to his
studies at Bellevue this morning. He
graduates in June with the A. B. de
gree. We understand our young
friend will then take a four-year
course in medicine and attach M. D.
to his name. This will make still an
other one of our bright Loup City
boys to follow in the footsteps of
their illustrious fathers and take up
the same work or profession.
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THAT BALKAN MESS,
"George dear, what’s all this Balkan
trouble that takes up so much room
la the papers?"
“I don't believe you could under
stand it, my love. You see, it’s large
ly political, and diplomatic, and—anc'
abstruse.”
“How is it political, George?”
“That’s hard to explain.”
“And how is it diplomatic?"
“That's still more complicated."
“And why abstruse?”
“That's the hardest of all."
“I thought so. dear You know
nothing about it. And now because
you’re a busy man and haven’t time
for foreign news. I’m going to explain
the whole Balkan situation to you.
You see, ii was at best—good gracious,
he’s asleep!”
An Explanation.
The steamboat came splashing along
her course at full speed, and the first
thing the passengers knew had crash
ed head on into the pier.
“Mercy!” cried a passenger, as the
bow crashed and the splinters flew. “I
wonder what is the matter?”
“Nothin’ ” said Pat. one of the deck
hands. “Nothin’, ma’am—ut looks to
me as it the captain just forgot that
we shtop here.”—Harper's Weekly.
A DIPLOMATIC STROKE.
Algernon—Aw—ye know, Adelaide,
there's no use In our disputing any
naoah, hut I'll—aw—bet the kisses—
he, he—that I'm fight.
Adelaide—All right, but I shall claim
the privilege of choosing the stake
holder.
What to Take.
The sky is blue and cloudless, too.
The suu Is bright and yellow.
But take no chances; take instead
Tcur tried and true umbrella.
The Electric Coupe.
‘There is something refined and ele
gant about an electric coupe.”
“Yes. I dare say it is the most aris
tocratlc vehicle we have and it will
probably always be highly respect
able.”
“Why do you think so?”
“Because Us limitations are such
that It will never be a popular vehicle
for an early morning joy ride."
Painfully True.
“When he was younger a fortune
teller predicted that a great future
was in store for him.”
“Did the prediction come true?"
“Yes, but we didn't know at the
time how the fortune teller spelled
the word ‘great.’ He's been peering
through a steel grating now for near
ly five years.”
Oh, You Flat-Ironl
Yeast—I see a new electric flat-iron
is made of reinforced glass so that it
may be turned on end and used as a
lamp if desired.”
Crimsonbeak—Might make a man a
bit nervous to have his wife meet him
with that sort of a light when he man
ages to reach the front door in the
cold gray hours of dawn.
HIS THOUGHT.
She (romantically)—Oh! for the
wings of a dove!
He (practically)—The breast of a
turkey for mine.
Oh, for That Money Now.
The money spent beside the sea
Brought freckles in a swarm;
But now it's the cold winter time
And they won't keep her warm.
An Exception.
“No news is good news."
“Oh^ I don’t know. Were you ever
waked out of a sound sleep in the mid
dle of the night to answer the tele
phone only to have the girl tell you
she had called you by mistake?’’
Untouched.
“Kit,.I wish I could fall heir to a mil
lion dollars! In that case I think you’4
marry me.”
“How strange it is, George, that so
beautiful a wish can be the father to
such an ugly thought!"
Its Allurements.
“Mra. Chatterly thinks of moving to
Reno."
“So I hear,” replied Miss Cayenne.
“But she doesn’t need any divorce."
“No. But she is so fond of gossip
she has probably decided to move to
headquarters.”
Putting It Delicately.
“Why is it that your son can’t hol4
a job? Is he lazy?”
“Well, perhaps not exactly that; but
I think it may be safe to say that ho
Is a conservative In the matter o(
nminr bin living.’*