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ES w M THE ADVERTISER. r Subscription, $2.00 per Year, in Alliance. OlTIflAI. l'AlMJK OK TII. CO VST It TOUR OF THE WORLD IN EIGHTY DAYS. JUIjES VJiltXK'S O.UJRAT 8TOJIY. CHAl'TKIt XXXIV.-Continuko. i.tTU IIUUIO 4&UIUII.l'lil UH4K ilU should jump aboard an xprss train ul this moment ho could still arrive hi London and nt tho Hofonn Club boforo a quarter of nino in tho evening. A light frown passed over his forehead. At thirty-three minuU's after two o'clock a noise sounded outside, a bustlo from tho opening of doors. Tho voice of Passepartout was hoard, and also that of Fix. l'hiloas Fogg's look brightened up a moment. Tho door opened, and ho saw Mrs. Aouda, Passepartout, Fix rushing to wards him. v Fix was out of breath, his hair all disordered, and he could not spunk. "Sir," ho stammered, "sir pardon nn unfortunato rosomblanco robber ar rested throe days agoyou free! " l'hiloas Fogg was freo! Ho went to tho detective, looked him well in tho face, and, with tho only rapid move ment that ho over had made or evor would make in Ids life, ho drew both his arms back and thou, with the pre cision cf an automaton, ho struck tho unfortunato detective with both his iists. "Well hit!" crioil Passypartout, who, allowing himself an atrocious How of words, quite worthy of a Frenchman, added: "Zounds! this is what might bo called a lino application of English lists!" Fix, prostrate, did not utter a word. Ho only got what ho deserved. But Mr. Fogg, Mrs. Aouda and Passepar tout immediately loft tho Custom House. They jumped into a carriage, and in a fow minutes arrived at tho depot. l'hiloas Fogg asked if thoro was an express train ready to start for London. It was forty miuutc3 past two. Tho express left tnirty-livo minutes boforo. Philoas Fogg then ordered a special train. There wore several locomotivos of great speed with steam up; but, owing to tho exigencies of tho service, tho special train could not leave tho depot before three o'clock. At three o'clock. Philoas Fogg, after saying a few words to tho engineer ibout a certain reward to bo won, moved on in tho direction of London, in the company of the young woman and his fiaithful servant. Tho distance which soparates Liver pool from London must bo accomplished in livo hours ami a halfa very loasiblo thing when the road is clear on tho whole route. Hut there were compul sory delays and when tho gentlemen arrived at the depot all the clocks in London wore striking ton minutes to nine. Philoas Fogg, after having accom plished this tour of tho world, arrived live minutes bohuul tuuo! He had lost his hot. CIIAPTKU xxxv. in which l'AKsni'AHTOirr noi:s not iiavi: iik- I'KATKDTO IIIM TWICK. Till; OIIUKIt HIS MAS TKIt I11V1W IIIM. The next day the residents of Savilln Row would havo boon much surprised if they had been told that Philoas Fogg had returned to his dwelling. The doors and windows woro all closed. No change had taken place outside. Alter leaving the depot Phileas Fogg gave Passepartout an order to buy some provisions, and ho had gone into his house. This gontloman roeoivod with his habitual impassibility the blow which struck him. Ruined! and by tho fault of that awkward detective! After moving on with steady step during this long trip, overturning a thousand ob stacles, braving a thousand dangers, and having still found timo to do some good on his route, to fail boforo a brutal act, which ho could not foresee, and against which ho was defenseless that was terrible! Ho had loft only an in significant remnant of tho large sum which ho had taken away with him when ho started on his joumoy. I lis fortune now only consisted of tho twonty thousand pounds deposited at Raring Brothers, anil thoso twonty thousand pounds ho owod to his col leagues of tho Reform Club. Having incurrod so many oxponses, if ho had won tho bet ho would not havo boon enriched; and, it is probablo that ho had not sought to enrich himself, boing of that class of men who bet for the n:iko of honor but this bet lost would ruin him entiroly. Tho gentlonum's decision was taken. Ho know what ro maincd for him to do. A room in tho house in Savillo Row was sot apart for Mrs. Aouda. Tho young woman was desperate. From certain words which Mr. Fogg lot drop, sho understood that ho contemplated Bomo fatal design. It is known, indeed, to what lament ablo oxtromitios thoso Eglishmon aro carried somotimos under tho pressure of a lied idoa. Thus, Passepartout, without seeming to do so, was closely watching his master. But first tho good follow descended to his room and turned off tho burner which had boon burning for eighty days. Ho found in tho letter box a noto from the gas company, and ho thought that it was more than timo to stop tho expenses for which ho was responsible. Tho night passed. Mr. Fogg had re tired; but had ho slept? As tor Mrs. Aouda, sho could not'tnko a singlo mo ment's rest. Passepartout had watched, like a dog, at his master's door. Tho next morniiur Mr. Fogg sent for him, and ordered him very brlolly to prepare Mrs. Aouda' s breakfast. As for himself, he would bo satislied with a cup of tea and a piece of toast. Mrs. Aouda would bo kind enough to excuse him from breakfast and dinner, for all his time would bo devoted to arranging his all nirs. Ho would not come down. Ho would only ask Mrs. Aouda's per mission to havo a fow moment's con versation with her in tho evening. Passepartout, having boon given tho programme for tho day, had nothing to do but to conform to it. Ho looked at his master, still so impassible, and ho could not make up his mind to quit his room. His heart was full, and his con science weighed down with rotnorso, for ho accusod himself more than over for this Irreparablo disaster. Yes! if he had warned Mr. Fogg, if ho had dis closed to him tho plans of tho detectivo Fix, Mr. Fogg would certainly not havo dragged tho detective Fix with him as far as Liverpool, and then Passepartout could not hold in any longer. "My master! Monsieur Fogg!" ho cried, "nurse mo. It is through my fault that " "1 blame no one," replied Phileas Fogg, in tho calmest tone. "Go." Passepartout left tho room and wont to find the young woman to whom ho made known his' master's intentions. "Madame," ho added, "1 can do nothing by myself, nothing at all. I havo no inllueuco over my mastor's mind. You, perhaps " "What inllueuco would I havo," re plied Mrs. Aouda. "Mr. Fogg is sub ject to none, lias ho over understood that my gratitude for him was ovorllow ing? Has ho over read my heart? My friend you must not leave him for a singlo instant. You say that ho has shown a desire to speak to mo this evoning?" "Yes, madamo. It is no doubt with reference to making your position in England comfortable. "Lot us wait," replied tho young woman, who was quite pensive. Thus, during this day, Sunday, tho house in Savillo Row was as if unin habited, and for tho first timo since he livod tliero, Philoas Fogg did not go to his club, when the Parliament House clock struck half-past oleven. And whv should this gontloman havo presented himself at the Reform Club? His colleagues no longer expected him. Since l'hiloas Fogg did not appear in tho saloon of tho Reform Club tio oven ing of tho day before, on this fatal date, Saturday, December 21, at quarter bo foro nine, his bet was lost. It was not ovon necessary that he should go to his banker's to draw this sum ot twenty thousand pounds. His opponents had in their hands a check signed by him, and it only nueited a simple writing to go to Raring Brothers in order that tho twenty thousand pounds might bo car ried to their credit. Mr. Fogg had thon nothing to tako him out, and ho did not go out. He romaincd in his room, mittinir his af- I fairs iu order. Passepartout was con- tinually going up and down stairs. Tho j hours did not move for this poor fol i low. Ho listened at tho door of his I master's room, nnd in dninnr an. ilid not think ho committed tho least in discretion. He looked through tho ko. hole, and hnagined that ho had this right. Passepartout feared at every moment some catastrophe. Somotimos ho thought of Fix, but a change had taken place in his mind. He longer i blamed tho detective. Fix had been I deceived, like overybodv olso, with re spect to Philoas Fogg, and in following him and arresting him he had only done i ins duty, wluio no This thought overwhelmed him, and ho himself the most wretched 1 boins. considered of human j When, finally, Passepartout would bo too unhappy to be alone, ho would I knock at Mrs. Aouda's door, outer her room, and sit down in a corner without 1 saying a word, and look at the young ' woman with a pensive air. I About half-past sovou in tho evening, I Mr. Fogg sent to ask Mrs. Aouda if sho 1 could receive him, and in a fow mo- ments after tho young woman and ho were alone m the room. Phileas Fogg took a chair and sat down near tno fire-place opposito Mrs. Aouda. His face rcllocted no emotion. Fogg roturned was exactly the Fogg who had gone away. Tho samo calm ness, the same impassibility. Ho remained without speaking for livo minutes. Then, raising his eyes to Mrs. Aouda, ho said: "Madamo. will you pardon mo for having brought von to England?" "I. Mr. Fogg!" replied Mrs. Aouda, suppressing tho throbbings of hor heart. "Bo kind enough to allow mo to fin ish," continued Mr. Fogg. "Whon 1 thought of taking you so faraway from that country, become so dangerous for you, I was rich, and I counted on plac ing a portion of my fortune at your disposal. Your lifo would havo boon happy and freo. Now, I am ruined." "1 know it, Mr. Fogg," roplied tho young woman, "and I in turn will ask you: Will you pardon mo for having followed you, and who knows? for having perhaps assistod in your ruin by dolaying you ?" " Madame, you could not remain in India, and your safety was only assured by removing you ho far that thoso fa natics couldnot rotako you." "So, Mr. Fogg," replied Mrs. Aouda, not satisfied with rescuing mo from a horrible death, you boliovod you woro obliged to assuro my position abroad?" "los, madamo,'' roplied Fogg, "but ovonts havo turned against me. How- over, I ask vour permission to disposo of tho llttlo 1 havo loft in your favor." "But you, Mr. Fogg, "what will be come of you?" asked Mrs. Aouda. "I, madamo," replied the gontlo inati, coldly, "I do not need any tiling." "But how, sir, do vou look upon tho fate that awaits youP1' "As I ought to look at it," replied Mr. Fogg. "In any ovont," continued Mrs. Aouda, want could not roach such a man as you. Your friends " "I havo no friends, madamo." "Your relatives " " I havo no rohitlvos now." "I pity you thon, Mr. Fogg, for soli tude is a sad thing. What! liavo you not ono heart into which to pour your troublos? Thoy say, however, that with two misery itself is bearable!" "Thoy say so, madamo." "Mr. Fogg," then said Mrs. Aouda, rising and ltolding out her hand to the gentleman, "do vou wish at onco a rel ative and a friend? Will you havo mo for your wifo?" Mr. Fogg, at this, roso in his turn. There seemed to bo an unusual lolloc tloti in his eyes, a trembling of his lips. Mrs. Aouda lookod at him. Tho sin cerity, rectitude, firmness and sweet ness of this soft look of a noble woman, who dared every thing to savo him to whom sho owod ovorything, lirst aston ishod him, thou penetrated him. Ho closed his oyos for an instant, as if to prevent this look from penetrating deeper. When ho opened them again, he simply said: " I love you. Yes, in truth, by ovory thing most snored in tho world, 1 lovo you, and I nm entirely yours!" "Ah," cried Aouda, pressing his hand to her heart. Ho rang for Passepartout. Ho oamo immediately. Mr. Fogg was still hold- I ing Mrs. Aouda's hand in hi. Passo i partotit understood, and his broad face , shone like the sun iu the zenith of trop i ical regions. I Mr Fogg asked him if he would bo j too late to notify Rov. Samuel Wilson, oi iunry-io-Mono l'arisn. Ptussbpartout gave his most genial smile. " Never too Into," ho said. It was thon livo minutes after oight. "It will bo for to-morrow, Monday," ho said. "For to-morrow, Monday?" asked Mr. Fogg, looking at thoyoung woman. " For to-morrow, Monday!" replied Mrs. Aouda. Passepartout wont out, running as hard as ho could. CHAl'TKIt XXXVI. IN WHICH "I'HII.KAS KOOO" IS AOA1N AT A l'ltK.MU'.M IN THK MUIKKT. It is time to toll bore what a ohango of opinion was produced in tho United Kingdom when thoy learned of tho arrest of tho true robber of tho bank, a certain dames Strand, which took place in Edinburgh on tho 17th of Decombor. Thrco days boforo Philoas Fogg was a criminal, "whom the police were pur suing to tho utmost, and now ho was tho most honest gontloman, accom plishing mathematically his eccentric tour around tho world. What an effect, what an excitement in tho papers! All tho bettors, for or against, who had already forgotten this affair, revived as if by magic. All the transactions became of value. All tho engagements were renowod, and it must bo said that betting was resumed with now energy. Tho name of Phileas Fogg was again at a premium on the market. Tho livo colleagues of tho gontloman, at tho Reform Club, passed these throe days in some uneasiness. Would this Philoas Fogg, whom they had forgot ten, roappoar before their eyes? Whore was ho at this moment? On tho 17th of December seventy-six days since Philoas Fog; started, and no news from him! Was lio dead? Had ho given up tho effort, or was ho continuing his course as agreed upon? And would lie appear on Saturday, the 21st day of December, at a quarter boforo nino iu tho ovoning, the very impersonation of oxactnoss, on tho threshold of the saloon of tho Reform Club? Wo must give up the effort to depict tho anxiety in which for thrco days all of London society lived. They sent dispatches to America, to Asia, to get nows of Philoas Fogg. Thoy sent morning and evening to watch tho house in Savillo row. Nothing there. Tho police themsolvos did not know what had become of the detective Fix, who had so unfortunately thrown him self on a falso scent. This did not pre vent bets from being entered into anew on a large scale, l'hiloas Fogg, like a raco-horso, was coming to the last turn. Ho was quoted no longer at ono hundred, but at twenty, ten, livo; and tho old paralytic, Lord Albemarle, bot, even in his favor. So that on Saturday ovoning thoro was a crowd in Pall Mall and in the neighboring streets. It might have been supposed that thoro was an im monso crowd of brokers permanently established around the Reform Chili. Circulation was impoded. They dis cussed, disputed, and cried tho pricos of " Phileas Fogg," liko thoy did thoso of English Consols. Tho policemen had much difficulty in keeping tho crowd back, and in proportion as tho hour approached at which Phileas Fogg ought to arrivo, the excitement took in crodiblo proportions. This ovoning, tho livo colleagues of tho gontloman woro assomblod in the grand saloon of the Reform Club. Tho two bankers. John Sullivan and Samuel Fallentin, tho engineer Androw Stuart, Gauthior Ralph, tho Directors of tho Bank of England, and tho browor, Thomas Flanagan, all waited with anx iety. At tho moment that tho clock in tho grand saloon indicated twenty-live min utes past oight, Andrew Stuart, rising, said ' Gentlemen, in twonty minutes tho timo agreed upon between Mr. Philoas Fogg and ourselves will havo expired." "At what hour did tho last train ar rive from Liverpool?" asked Thomas Flanagan. " At twenty-throe minutes after sev en," replied Gauthior Ralph, "and tho next train does not arrivo until ten min utes after twolvo, midnight," "Well, gentlemen," continued An drow Stuart, "if Philoas Fogg had ar rived in tho train at twenty-throe min utes aftor sovon, ho would already bo hero. Wo can then consider ivo have won tho bot." "Lotus wait boforu deciding," ro plied Samuel Fallentin. "You know that our colloaguo Is an oddity of th first order. His exactness in ovory thing is well known. Ho never arrives too lato or too soon, and ho will appoar hero at the very last minute, or I shall bo very much surprised." "And I," said Androw Stewart, who was, as always, very nervous, " would not boliovo it was ho if I saw him." "In fact," replied Thomas Flanagan, " Phileas Fogg's project was a senseless ono. However exact ho might be, ho could not provont tho occurrence of in evitable delays, and a delay of but two or three days would bo sutlleiont to compromise tho tour" "You will notice besides," added John Sullivan, "that wo havo roeoivod no nows from our colloaguo, ami yet tolegraph linos woro not wanting upon his route." "Gontlonion, he has lost," roplied Androw Stuart, " ho has lot a hundred timos! You know, besides, that tho China tho only steamer from Now York that ho could tako for Liverpool to bo of any uso to him arrived yes terday. Now, hero is thollstof passen gers, published by tho Nhipriwj Unzettc, and tho name of Philoas Fogg is not among thorn. Admitting tho most fa vorable chances, our colloaguo has scarcely reached America! I calculate twenty days, at lea'st, as tho time that ho will bo bohind, and old Lord Albe marle will bo minus his live thousand pounds!" "It is ovidont," replied Gauthior Ralph, "and to-morrow wo havo only to present to Baring Brolhors Mr. Fogg's cheek." At this moment, tho clock in tho sa loon struck forty minutes aftor eight. "Five minutes yet," said Androw Stuart. Tho fivo colleagues looked at oach other. It may be boliovod that thoir lioarts boat a little more rapidly, for, oven for good players, it was a great risk. But thoy did not betray them selves, for at Saniuol Fallontiu's sug gestion, thoy seated themselves at a card tabic " I would not give mv part of four thousand pounds in tho bot," said An drew Stuart, seating himself, "ovon if I was ollorod throe thousand nino hundred and ninety-nine!" At this moment tho hands notod forty-two minutes aftor eight. Tho players took up thoir cards, but their oyos woro constantly llxod upon tho clock. It may bo asserted that, notwithstanding thoir security, tho minutes had never seemed so long to them! " Forty-throo minutes aftor oight," said Thomas Flanagan, cutting tho cards which Gauthior Ralph presented to him. Then thoro was a moment's silonce. Tho immense saloon of tho club was quiet. But outside they heard the hub bub of tho crowd, above which woro somotimos hoard loud cries. Tho pen dulum of tho clock was boating tho seconds with mathematical regularity, and every player counted them as thoy struck his ear. "Forty-four minutes after oight," said John Sullivan in a voice in which was hoard an involuntary emotion. One more minute and the bet would bo won. Androw Stuart and his col leagues played no longer. Thoy had abandoned their cards! Thoy woro counting the seconds! At tho fortieth second, nothing. At the fiftieth still nothing! .Utlie fifty-lifth, thoro was a roaring liko that of thunder outside, shouts, hurrahs, and oven curses kept up in ono , prolonged roll. The players roso. At tho fifty-sovonth second tho door of the saloon opened, and the pendulum had not boat tho sixtieth second when Phileas Fogg appeared, followed by an oxcited crowd, who had forced an on tranco into the club, and, iu his calm voice, ho said: " Gentlemen, hero I am!" CIIAPTKU XXXVIII. IN WHICH IT IS I'HOVKI) THAT I'HII.KAS KOOO IIASOAINK.il NOTIIINO IIV MAK I NO THIS TO I' It OKTIIK WOllMl I'NI.KHH IT III'. HAI'IMNKSS. Yes! Phileas Fogg in person. It will be remembered that at fivo minutes aftor eight in tho ovoning, about twenty-five hours aftor the ar rival of tho travelers in London, Passe partout was charged by his master to I inform Rov. Saniuol Wilson iu refer- ' onco to a oi-rtnin marriage wliich was to j uiKo piaco tno next day. Passepartout wont, dolighted. Ho ropairod with rapid steps to tho resi dence of Rov. Samuel Wilson, who had not come homo. Of course Passepar tout waited, but ho waited full twonty minutos nt least. Iu short, it was tliirty-fivo minutes past oight when ho loft the clergyman's liouso. But in what a condition! His hair disordered, hatloss, running as lias novor been soon iu tho memory of man, upsetting passors-by, rushing along tho sidewalks liko a waterspout. In three minutes lie had returned to the house in Savillo Row, and foil, out of breath, in Mr. Fogg's room. Ho could not speak. " What is tho matter?" asked Mr. Fcffg. "Master" stammered Passepartout "Marriage impossible!" "Impossible?" " Impossible to-morrow." "Why?" "Becauso to-morrow is Sunday!" i "Monday," replied Mr. Fogg. " No to-day Saturday." "Saturday? Impossible!" " Yes, vos, yes, yes I" cried Possopar tout. " You have niado a mistake of ono day. Wo arrived twenty-four hours in advance but thoro aro not ton minutes loft!" Passepartout seized his master Ly tho collar, and draggod him along with irresistible force! Philoas Fogg, thus takon, without having timo to rollect, loft his room, went out of his liouso, jumped into a cab, promised ono hundred pounds to tho drivor, and, after running over two dogs and running Into livo carriages, arrived at the Reform Club. The clock indicated quarter of nine, when ho appeared iu tho grand sa loon. Phileas Fogg had accomplished this tour of the world iu eighty days! Philoas Fogg had won his bot of twon ty thousand pounds! And now, how could so exact and cautious r man have made this mistaku of a tlay? How did ho think that it was tho ovoning of Saturday, Decombor 21, when it was only Friday, December 20, only seventy-nine days aftor his depart ure. This U tho reason for this mistake It is very simple. Phileas logg had, without Huspootlng it, gained a day on his journey only because ho had madn the tour of tho world going to the cunt, and on tho con trary ho would havo lost a day going in the contrary direction, that is, towards tho went. Indeed, journoying towards tho oast, Phileas Fogg was going towards tho sun, and consequently thti days became as many times four minutes less for him, as ho crossed degrees in that di rection. Now thoro aro three hundred and sixty degrees to the earth's circum ference, and thoso three hundred and sixty degrees, multiplied by four min utos, give precisely twenty-four hours that is to say, tho day unconsciously gained. In other words, while Phileas Fogg, traveling towards tho east, saw the sun pass tho meridian eighty limes, his colleagues, remaining in London, saw it pass only xcvaUy-nine times. Therefore, this very day, which was Saturday, and not Sunday, as Mr. Fogg thought, his friends wore waiting lor him iu tho saloon of the Reform Club. And Passepartout's famous watch, which had always kept London timo, would havo shown this, if it had indi cated the days, as well as the minutes and hours! Phileas Fogg, thon, had won tho twenty thousand pounds. But as ho spent in his journey about nineteen thousand, tho poouninrv rositlt was small. However, as has hoon said, tho eccentric gentleman had sought in ids bot to gain tho victory, and not to maku money. And even tho thousand pounds remaining ho divided between Passe partout and tho unfortunato Fix, against whom ho could not cherish a grudge. Only for the sake of exact ness, ho retained from his servant tho cost of the gas burnt through his fault for nineteen hundred and twenty hours. This very evening Mr. Fogg, us im passible and phlegmatic as over, said to Airs. Aouda: "This marriage is still agreeable to you?" " Mr. Fogg," roplied Mrs. Aouda, "it is for mo to ask you that question. You were ruined; now you aro rich " "Pardon me, madamo; my fortuno belongs to you. If you had not thought of the marriage, my servant would not havo gone to the liouso of Rov. Samuel Wilson. I would not havo been ap prised of my mistake, and " " Dear Mr. Fogg," said tho young woman. "Dear Aouda," replied Phileas Fogg. It is really understood that the mar riage took place forty-eight hours later, and Passepartout, Hiiporh, resplendent, dazzling, was present as tho young woman .s witness. Had he not saved her, and did thoy not owe him that honor? At daylight tho next morning Passo partout knocked noisily at his master's door. Tho door opened, and tho hupassiblo gentleman appeared. "What is tho matter, Passepartout?" "What's tho matter, sir! 1 havo just found out this moment " " What?" "That wo could niako tho tour of tho world in seventy-eight days." "Doubtless," replied Mr. Fogg, "by not crossing India. But if 1 had not crossed India, 1 would not havo saved Mrs. Aouda, sho would not bo my wifo, and " And Mr. Fogg quietly Ehut the door. Thus Phileas Fogg won his bet. In eighty days ho had accomplished tho tour around tho world! To do this ho had employed every moans of convey ance, steamers, railways, carriages, yachts, merchant vessels, sledges, ele phants. The eccentric gentleman had displayed in this allair liis wondorful qualities of coolness and exactness. But what then? What had ho gained by leaving home P What had ho brought back from his journey? Nothing, do you say? Nothing, per haps, but a charming woman, who im probable as it may appoar mado him the happiest of men! Truly, would you not, for less than that, make tho tour of tho world? THK KN'D. Tho yollow stain mado by tho oil usod on wowing machines can bo ro moved if boforo washing In soapsuds tho spot is rubbed carefully with a bit of cloth wot with ammonia