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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
