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He attempted to close the door
again. Finding that impossible, his
presence of mind deserted him. I
brushed by him, and had pushed open
the door at the head of the stairway
before he could come to a decision.
"Wait here!" I said in a tone of
command. "I have an appointment
with Madame de Varnier. You were
coming for me, of course?"
"No," he answered sullenly. "Ma
dam is at her devotions; she is not to
be disturbed."
"I am the best judge of that" And
added again, "Wait here!"
I found myself in a great barn-like
room when I had locked the door be
hind me at the head of the staircase.
It was lighted dimly by narrow win
dows placed high against the roof of
rafters, and was almost bare of furni
ture. At the three angles of this room
were the three closed doors. So far
the crafty knave had told the truth.
But in which of these rooms should
I find Madame de Varnier? And in
which Captain Forbes?
It availed me little to have pene
trated so far into the enemy's strong
hold unless I could accomplish still
more. At any moment Alphonse might
give the alarm, and I wished to take
Madame de Varnier by surprise.
I began to make a circuit of the tri
angular room. I paused at each door
and knocked softly. At none of the
rooms did I receive any response. 1 1
There was no reason why either Cap
tain Forbes or Madame de Varnier
should keep silence.
And then a maddening thought
struck me. Perhaps my crafty knave,
Jacques, had been more cunning than
I had given him the credit of being.
What if he had cleverly whetted my
curiosity, acting on instructions from
Dr. Starva? What if Alphonse had
deliberately lured me here? What if
I were a prisoner myself?
Disnrayed that I should have been
so sreat a fool, I again made the
round of each of the doors, not knock
ing this time, but shaking the handle
of each. And as I seized the handle
of the third door, it yielded to the
touch and swung silently on its hinges.
I stood at the lintel, abashed at my
angry intrusion.
It was the oratory of Madame de
Varnier.
Little larger than a closet, and in
shape a half crescent; the walls were
hung with purple velvet. Facing me
was an altar. Two tapers flickered on
either side of the crucifix.
Before the altar, her eyes bent to
the crucifix, knelt Madame de Varnier,
the adventuress, absorbed in her de
votions. Even my entrance was un
noticed. But it was not piety of this ex
traordinary woman that held me petri
fied in astonishment and speechless.
Within arm's reach, as I stood there,
was a bier. And on it, his hands
crossed on his breast, his pallid face
strangely calm, lay the mortal remains
of him whom I knew at once to be Sir
Mortimer Brett.
It was a terrifying apparition. Ter
rifying, becanse it might have been
myself lying there, so strikingly simi
lar at first sight was the likeness of
myself to the dead minister. But as
the candles, which had nickered in the
draught made by the open door,
burned more steadily and I looked at
his face closely I saw that after all
the resemblance was but superficial. I
recovered my senses. Now at last I
was to know the truth.
Twice I opened my lips to call to
the woman who knelt there. But I
could not bring myself to speak. The
holy dead banished passion from this
place. Here I could not reproach and
threaten her. I stood silently at the
threshold, pitying rather than con
demning, waiting for her to discover
my presence.
Minutes passed before she turned
her head.
Our eyes met, myself sternly ques
tioning with a look. Startled she was
at my dramatic entrance, but she met
my stern look in absolute calm. No
terror or shadow of guilt distorted her
tragic beauty. I had come to de
nounce, to demand justice. I found
myself rather pitying.
"Madame de Varnier," I said gently,
"the hour has come when you must
tell me the truth."
I raised her to her feet and led her
from the oratory, closingthe door be
hind me.
She clung to me in the fervor of her
appeal.
"Yes," she whispered, "it is the hour
when you must know the truth."
CHAPTER XXIV.
In the Tower of the Throe Rooms.
The great room of the central tower
was almost bare of furniture, as I
have said. In the center was a long
table such as one sometimes sees in
the refectory of a monastery. Half
a dozen chairs stood against the walls.
I placed two of these chairs near the
table.
"Not here," she cried, glancing to
ward the little room we had left.
"And why not?" Here at least we
shall be free from interruption."
She went to the door of the stair
case. "It is locked," she cried, startled.
"Yes, I have taken the precaution of
seeing that we are not' disturbed," I
said calmly. "Now, madam, in which
of those two rooms is Captain Forbes
a prisoner?"
If my knowledge surprised her, she
concealed her chagrin cleverly. She
gesticulated to the room at the right
of the orator-.
"And perhaps the key of the stair
case unlocks that door as well?"
She shook her head, smiling at me
fefiantly.
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"Has your servant the key?
"No."
"Then, where is it?"
"Women are supposed not to have
pockets. But I can hide a key about
my person as well as you. How did
you find your way here?"
"I surprised Alphonse opening the
door of the staircase behind the tapes
try." "Ah, you are clever. I knew it," she
cried approvingly.
"This is no time for compliments.
Captain Forbes must be released."
"And if I refuse?"
"I shall insist."
"Very well, I refuse."
I looked my perplexity. Though we
were so near the chamber of death,
with the facile light-heartedness of the
Latin race she banished its grim mem
ory. This woman had nerves of steel.
She moved in callous indifference from
tragic scenes to those of flippant com
edy. Or perhaps she saw the useless
ness of enraging me.
"If I compel you forcibly "
"Do American gentlemen assault
their hostesses?"
She had me at a complete disad
vantage. To carry out my threat i
impossible. "Come, madam, let us com..
terms." '
Even My Entrance
"Gladly, monsieur." She swept me
a mock courtesy.
"And they are?"
"He shall walk out of the chateau
when you have heard my story."
"Even if I refuse to help you?"
She hesitated a moment. "Yes."-she
promised with a sigh..
I put no great faith in that promise.
Nothing was simpler than for her to
promise. But if presently she still re
fused, I could resort to extreme meas
ures then as readily as now. If Cap
tain Forbes was indeed a prisoner of
Madame de Varnier, and she actually
did have in her possession the key
that would open the door of his prison,
I held Madame de Varnier equally at a
disadvantage.
"He is unharmed, then?"
"A scratch or two, perhaps. But to
a brave soldier it is nothing. He is a
tactless visitor, your Captain Forbes.
I confess that the methods of Dr. Star
va are not too delicate in finesse. But
since he has committed the blunder
of detaining him. I prefer not to make
it worse by releasing him just yet"
I accepted her decision in silence.
'1 could have wished you in a more
favorable mood, monsieur," she said
wistfully. "I am afraid you will listen
to me as a judge rather than as a
friend."
"Be sure of this: if I am to help you
it will be only to save you perhaps
from the consequences of your folly."
"Mvself!" she protested passionate
ly. "Merciful Heaven, I am not think
ing of myself. Sometimes the indi
vidual must be sacrificed to save a
race. Did Joan of Arc or Charlotte
Corday think of themselves? Life,
honor everything I sacrifice them a
thousand times to save my country."
She was no longer the saint praying
for the dead at the altar. A fierce en
ergy possessed her. Her words filled
me with something akin to horror.
She extolled a murderess. Were her
own hands red with murder?
"It is the price I must pay," she con
tinued gloomily. "I pay It without
murmuring, if I were a man I should
be fighting for my poor people with
the sword. I am a weak woman. I
must fight with a woman's weapons.
Sometimes those weapons have been
spying, even what you might call
treachery. Say that you despise me."
"The story," I cried. "Your prelude,
madam, is not fortunate."
She shook .her head wearily. Did
she despair already of my aid?
"Nevertheless, I say these weapons
are sometimes necessary in my un-
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equal fight for an oppressed race.!
When I use them against enemies, far
from feeling remorse of pity, I glory
in causing pain. But sometimes there
crosses my path one whom I respect,
who -is generous and strong. It is
then that I shudder at the suffering I
must cause. But I do not spare him,
however brave and generous he may
be."
"Such a one was Sir Mortimer
Brett," I interrupted sternly.
"For my country I glory that Sir
Mortimer .has stooped to dishonor. For
my country you must bear the burden
of his dishonor."
.She spoke rapidly, her voice rising
from a whisper to a cry that was stri
dent and harsh. She made strange
gestures as though she were in physi
cal pain, striking the talkie with her
open palm as she spoke the last
words.
"I must bear the burden of Sir Mor
timer's dishonor!"
Now that the words were spoken I
knew that I had expected them. For
this I had come to the chateau. This
was my task. " x t
"You will do this not for me; I am
not so mad as to dream' that' now. I
am your enemy in spite "'of myself.
Presently you will despise me and
hate me. But you cannot escape from
the ordeal. But for that other woman
the woman you have sworn to help
for her you will make the sacrifice."
"You speak in riddles," I said cold
ly. "Enough of vague menace and
warning." .
"She will go down on her knees to
you. She will offer you any reward,
any happiness. In saving the honor of
her name, you must stoop to dis
honor." "Never! Honor Is not to be pur
chased in that coin."
"Or what the world calls dishonor,"
added in eager haste. "It is the
rtive that exalts the deed. Is it not
,cays noble to suffer for another?
ad it is not merely the happiness of
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one woman I place in your bands. It
is the chastity of a thousand women
the appeasing of the hunger of ten
thousand children the destiny of a
race."
"You will find that I am not to be
moved by these heroics. Tell me how
I am to save the honor of Sir Morti
mer Brett"
"What in the sight of God is a lie,"
she continued vehemently, heedless of
my impatience, "if it will save the
pure soul of a yotmg girl, if it will give
back children to their mothers? Say
boldly that I am asking you to act a
lie? Look, we will no longer fool our;
selves. I ask you to do a little evil
that much good may come. I ask yon
to submit to disgrace, not merely for
this woman of your own society, but
that you may be the savior of a na
tion. Monsieur, be merciful!"
"The facts!" I insisted.
"First of all, though it may weary
you, I wish to tell you a little of my
self. My parents were of that most
unhappy race, the Macedonian Chris
tians. My father was rich, for that
country; we were happy. But when I
was a child I was awakened one night
by the crash of musketry and the
glare of flames. The Turkish butchers
had attacked our vilayet I saw my
That Potent
Used by Great Whist Expert to Re
buke Carping Partner.
Mrs. Hollingsworth Andrews, of
Philadelphia, is one of the best whist
players in America. She will not,
however, play for money. She holds
that no mother should gamble.
Mrs. Andrews at the end of a dis
cussion on gambling, said the other
day: "Never play for a stake if you
have children, and never say to your
partner in any case at the end of a
game, 'If you had done this or that the
outcome would have been different'
Whenever I have a partner of the 'If
you had' kind, I think of the great
Cavendish.
"Cavendish, the famous whist ex
pert when a partner said to him. If
you had done so-and-so we'd have
made so-and-so,' always replied:
'"Did you ever hear the story of
your uncle and your aunt?
A
Sister snatched from her mother's
arms and stabbed before my eyes. A
blow felled my mother. ( My father
was thrown to earth, manacled and
trodden upon. I was taken captive.
"My fate would have been even
more horrible had I not been he cap
tive of a Turkish officer who was kind
to me and adopted me. But he was
one of that hated race, and secretly I
tolerated his kindness only to be re
venged. In some way he offended" the
Sultan; my protector was banished.
We lived in Paris.
"At last the hour of my vengeance
came. He had an enemy, one of his
own race. I betrayed him. He died a
violent death, and that night, I think,
I was happy.
"I found myself rich; he had left me
everything. I was beautiful and well
educated; a life of .pleasure lay be
fore me. Well, I have drunk deep of
the cup of pleasure. But that I might
be happy? No. 'If I have banqueted
with princes, it was to learn their
secrets. I have flattered and cajoled
enemies that I might betray them.
Sometimes I have betrayed my friends.
In short, I am consecrated to my
country. ' For'her I have made myself
an adventuress. If I could not direct
ly further her cause, there were se
crets to be bought and sold at a price.
The money purchased bread and arms.
I have schemed, intrigued, betrayed,
tempted always to bring Macedonia
one step nearer her freedom."
"Madame de Varnier," I interrupted,
with a brutal directness, "at any other
time these personal reminiscences
might be interesting enough, but
now"
"You are adamant," she cried de
spairingly. "It is impossible, it seems,
to awaken your sympathy. Then I
must appeal to your intelligence.
You must understand something of
the political situation."
"I know enough of tnat already.
Once more I must beg you to come to
the episode of Sir Mortimer Brett"
"How can you know anything of the
complexities of the Balkan situation?"
she demanded, .at once startled and
surprised.
"Suffice it that I know this: Prince
Ferdinand of Bulgaria will invade
Turkish Macedonia, and free that ter
ritory from the Turkish yoke, if his
army is financed by Kuhn, a banker
of New York City but a Macedonian
by birth. This banker makes one
stipulation: Bulgaria must have Eng
land's promise of her moral support;
England must promise Bulgaria a free
field. Sir Mortimer Brett was to have
gained that promise from England.
You made Sir Mortimer the victim of
your intrigues. How, and to what ex
tentthat is what I wish to know."
"I was sent to Sbfla to accomplish
that It seemed a hopeless task. For
15 years he had resisted every en
treaty and bribe. He had the absolute
confidence of the British Foreign Of
fice. Biit it was necessary to win him
over at any cost. We had secret in
formation to the effect that if he ad
vised England's interference she would
interfere.
"You are impatient; I shall not
weary you by telling of my efforts.
Sir Mortimer was a cold man and ex
tremely difficult of approach. For
some time I despaired of influencing
him. But I learned at last that be
neath his calm exterior was actually
a heart that throbbed for the suffer
ings of Macedonia."
"How did you learn this?" I de
manded, curiously, as she paused.
"You will despise me the more when
I tell you," she replied hesitatingly,
and her face was scarlet I stole his
diary. It seems atrocious to you that
I should so have repaid his kindness;
but I have told you that to play the
spy, to be the high priestess of cun
ning, has been my lot This diary re
vealed to me Sir Mortimer's true char
acter. "I have said that he was extremely
reserved, a virtue that all diplomatists
must possess. He was never to be
tricked or excited into a rash state
ment. Every word he spoke with the
precision of an automaton, because
every spoken word was weighed."
"And he found relief by giving ex
pression to his emotions in his diary?"
"Yes; what he had hidden from the
world there he revealed; and in the
pages of this diary I learned two
facts that were of vital importance to
me.
"I think I can guess them," I said
coldly. "First, that Sir Mortimer loved
you; secondly, that he was tempted to
put an end to the atrocities In 'Mace
donia by advocating England's support
of Bulgaria."
"Since yon have taken the first fact
for granted, I shall not contradict you.
But I told you that Sir Mortimer found
relief in his diary for the emotions
which he sternly repressed before the
world. As to your second guess, it Is
only partially correct I learned'much
more than that I learned that he was
in correspondence with the banker.
Otto Kuhn. He had given .to this
banker a half-promise that he would
do his utmost to influence England,
provided that Kuhn financed the in
vasion in a sufficiently liberal manner
to insure its success."
"And with the information obtained
so treacherously your task was easy."
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Word "If
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"If the player had heard it he would
at once become silent, not wishing to
hear it again. If he had not heard it
he would pause in his post-mortem of
the game and say:
" 'No. Tell it to me.'
"Then Cavendish would frown and
say in a solemn voice:
" 'If your aunt had been a man she
would have been your uncle."'
Equity.
Until recently there was a partner
ship existing between two - darky
blacksmiths in an Alabama town. The
dissolution of this association was
made known by a notice nailed upon
the door of the smithy, which notice
ran as follows:
"The kopardnershlp heretofor rejist
in between me and Mose Jenkins is
heerby resolved. All persons owing
the firm will settel with 'me, and all
perrsons that the firm owes to will
settel with' Mose." Harper's Weeklf.
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New York. Of the several monorail
systems demonstrated during the last
naif-dozen years, none is so fascinat
ing and astonishingly spectacular as
the gyroscope car, recently exhibited
in England by its inventor, Louis
Brennan, C. B.
Unlike some other attempts to solve
the problem of transferring passen
gers and freight speedily, safely and
cheaply from one city to another, Mr.
Brennan'8 system is so exceedingly
simple that wonder is expressed that
it was not before thought of and given
to an expectant world.
The Monorail Principle.
The principle, of course, is not new,
for 75 years hare passed since Prof.
W. R. Johnson devised the gyroscope.
In order to illustrate the dynamics of
rotating bodies, and his Invention, in
the shape of a toy, is familiar to every
one; but the application, or at least
the method of applying the gyroscope
to balance a car suspended upon a
single rail or a cable, is entirely novel.
Some years ago a certain scientist ap
plied the principle to a bo?t but, while
he was eminent, he was impractical,
and the invention was a failure. The
principle was sound, and if it were
not, the inhabitants of this planet
would have a sorry time of it, for
every day and constantly the earth,
revolving around the sun, and spin
ning as it goes, shows the principle in
use.
While the gyroscope car is an orig
inal invention the monorail is by no
means untried. There is a monorail
way in operation to-day in Germany.
Cars have been running upon the sys
tem, which follows the River Wupper
through Barmen, Elberfeld and Woh
winkel, for the last three years. By
this system the wheels are on top of
the cars, which travel on an elevated
road from which they are suspended.
Balance is easily obtained and fairly
high speeds are said to have been se
cured. System Used in Ireland.
About four years ago a monorail
system was tried at Ballybunnion, Ire
land. This was a ground railway,
and the line being only some 15 miles
jfuje raitway
long was only experimental. Both
cars and locomotive straddled the
road, embracing it as a rider does a
horse. Stability was obtained by a
set of wheels which followed a rail on
either side of the , triangular track.
While the weight was borne by one
rail, in reality there were three rails,
for without the guide rails traveling
on the road would have been, to say
the least, precarious. Speeds of 110
miles an hour have been made, if the
claims be credited.
Prof. C. A. Albertson, an electrical
engineer, invented a magnetic mono
rail system which, three years ago,
excited considerable enthusiasm. By
this system electric magnets gripped
the rail, raised the load and permitted
exceedingly high speeds. A speed of
432 miles an hour was said to be pos
sible by this system, but it is needless
to add, these figures are entirely theo
retical. German Road Successful.
The Irish monorail and the German
aerial system have been put to prac
tical test and the latter, especially,
appears to have been regarded as suc
cessful. Neither, however, has led to
the building of any similar roads. Re
markable and picturesque 'as are both
these railways, Mr. Brennan's gyro
scope system has excited far more
wonderment
High speed is one of the advantages
claimed for Mr. Brennan's gyroscope
AFTER DOC SMILEY DIED.
Second Phase .of Wire Drumming
That Annoyed Other Operators.
"Doc Smiley was a fusser on the
wire," said the talkative railroad op
erator to a New York Sun writer. "I
always contended that the wires in
his brain box were crossed.
"One of his bugs was drumming on
the wires at night He could give the
best imitation of 'Pop Goes the
Weasel' you ever hear
"This was very irritating to the
peaceable and quiet-loving operators
along the line who wanted to rest o'
nights, if such a thing were possible.
But you might as well try to get a
chorus girl to don a raincoat at a
Saranac hotel fire as to try to make
Doc stop his drumming.
"However, the end must come to all
of as, and Doc Smiley passed in last
spring. We all contributed to the
fund for buying floral pieces, 'At
Rest,' and 'Gates Ajar,' with consider
able liberality and ease of mind. Not
that we Were particularly glad at his
death, but every one thought he would
be better off on the other' end of the
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car. He is quoted as predicting that
300 miles an hour is neither impossi
ble nor impracticable. It is true that
few persons would be wining to in
trust themselves In a railway train
maintaining such speed, and in prac
tice it might be found more profitable
to saunter along the monorail at a
mere 125 miles an hour. Together
with this tremendous speed, according
to the inventor, the monorail system
carries absolute safety with reliabil
ity. The high speed, he says, will rest
rather than fatigue those who travel
by the monorail.
The illustrations of Mr. Brennan's
Invention explain rather graphically
how he applies the gyroscope to his
two-wheel car. It should be under
stood that this is the Invention. The
motor which actuates and propels the
car is no novelty, and the car itself,
which seems to be built upon the chas
sis of an automobile, is only experi
mental. Brennan's Modus Operandi.
Fitted on the car are two flywheels,
which are revolved by electric motors
in different directions at high veloci
ties. To reduce friction the flywheels
revolve in -vacuums. So great is the
energy stored up in the wheels by this
means that if the driving power is cut
oft altogether when they are revolving
at full speed the wheels will still run
at a sufficient velocity to give stabil
ity to the vehicle for a long time
from 15 minutes to an hour is the
claim.
So far. as the gyroscopes are con
cerned, it is said that they are so ar
ranged that they work automatically
and do not require the watchfulness
of human control. The car may be
driven by any of the powers now in
use electricity, gasoline or steam.
The mechanism is a very small part
of the car. In the model it amounts to
five per cent, of the total weight of the
car, but in the full-sized vehicle now
being constructed it will be proportion
ately less two per cent is the esti
mate. Speed of the Gyroscopes.
In the models the gyroscopes run at
the rate of about 7,000 revolutions a
carnages tf Me ftto"
minute; in the full-sized machine they
will run at a rate of about 3,000. To
guard against the intense wear and
tear of the delicate mechanism, the
gyroscope machinery is fitted with ball
bearings. Mr. Brennan has introduced
his own system of lubrication, which
causes the working part to run on a
constant film of oil, and reduces the
friction to an infinitesimal minimum.
Now, the remarkable feature of this
car is found when the load Is moved
to one side. Ordinarily that side
should be lower than the light side,
but with the gyroscope monorail the
reverse is the case. The heavy side
actually rises higher than the side
that is light, owing' to the balancing
impulse of the gyroscope machinery.
Little electric current is required to
run the "gyros." owing to the care
taken to reduce friction to a minimum.
But it is essential while the car is on
the rail or on a cable for it can run
upon either and maintain its balance
that the "gyros" continue in mo
tion. When their spinning comes to
ah end, the car, naturally, falls over
on its side. The "gyros" are so nicely5
poised and so well lubricated that, as
has been remarked, they continue to
rotate for some time after the power
which drives them is cut off. In order
to provide against accidents, the car is
equipped with what might be called
a crutch, which may be let down by
the movement of a lever, and so main-
circuit controlled by Little Bright
Eyes than on earth.
"One- would naturally suppose that
after Doc passed over to the great
majority the rat-tat-tating and 'Pop
Goes the Weasellng would cease. But
it didn't No, sirree. -
"It was quiet for a couple of nights
after the funeral, till Doc got his
bearings over on the new shift. On
the third night, however, the drum
ming started up about midnight and
kept it up till nigh on to morning.
"There was only one difference
from when Doc was alive. I will say
that Smiley had sense enough to keep
quiet if anyone bad a message or a
train report to send. Doc's shade, or
control, or whatever was doing the
drumming after death, was not so
considerate. It. would butt in on
train orders, business or any old
thing.
"The nuisance had us pretty well
tied up and the company got its wire
testers out, tracing up and down to
find out just where Little Bright Eyes
cut in on the job.
"These fellows had a good deal of
difficulty, but they finally gumshoed
tained at level while the car
"gyros" are at rest
Kept Secret for Two-Years.
Although Mr. Brennan completed Ma
monorail two years ago, at the request
of the British war office he kept it se
cret, nntil a month or so ago, when an
exhibition took place before the Royal
society. Mr. Brennan showed his
working model in his own grounds at
Chatham to a few persons who are In
terested in the novel railway.
At the demonstration at his home,
where he has laid a rail and stretched
a cable which together give. in mini
ature almost every difficult kind of
country to which railroading is lia
ble, Mr. Brennan's little car, which is
built to one-eighth scale, carried a man
weighing 140 pounds. Daring one of the v
tests the. Inventor's little- daughter
was a passenger. The machine
dashed up inclines of one In five, and ,
skirted along the side of a hill which
sloped at an angle of 45. Round acute
carves it ran without any loss of sta
bility or appreciable loss of speed. It
crossed miniature chasms ost a
cable and was stopped halfway i
until it was photographed, bat
lost its balance. A steer cable was
laid on the ground in the form of a
monogram, and around this the gyro
car traced its way with precision and
celerity.
Mr. Brennan, who is 55 years old, is
best known for his torpedo, which the
British government purchased some
years ago for half a million dollars.
For this invention, which Is highly re
garded in British naval circles. Mr.
Brennan was made a companion of the
bath in 1892. He Is consulting en
gineer of the Brennan torpedo factory.
He says the gyroscope- car is an in
vention noon which he has been en
gaged nearly all his life. The idea
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Diagram ef the Car.
came to him when he first traveled
along an Australian road. The road
was badly made, full of ruts, and the
bodies, of the cars rested on leather
instead of springs.
During part of his experiments the
British war office came to Mr. Bren
nan's aid, for the army council be
lieves the possession of the monorail
of the greatest importance. The war
office gave the inventor $10,000 to con
tinue his experiments, and the council
not only made frequent visits to the
workshop, but invited the inventor to
give two confidential lectures on the
subject before the chiefs of the corps
of engineers at Chatham.
To Run in India.
It is believed that the first practical
monorail using the gyroscope will be
built in India, for the India office re
cently granted the Inventor $25,000
to continue his experiments, and Mr.
Brennan has intimated that it is in the
British colonies that the system will
first be put into actual use.
CAT AND CANARY CHUMMED.
Strange Friendship That Was Ended
in Tragic Manner.
This is the strange tale of Dick and
Tom. Dick was a pretty, jolly, and
very tame canary. Tom is the intelli
gent cat which allows the family of
the narrator to live with him. He is
a noble fellow, as good as gold. Dick
and Tom were great friends. The bird
had much freedom and would often
rest between Tom's two front paws
and chirp away at him. Sometimes
the cat would lap the birdie's feathers,
so' very gently, yet it was thought by
onlookers the little creature did not
really enjoy the bath, but he would
endure it for a little while. When the
cage door was opened he would fly out
and first rest on Tom's head right be
tween his ears and begin to sing, the
cat keeping as still as a mouse until
his little playfellow finished his song.
The trick took place nearly every
morning. But one day a strange pass,
marked like Tom, wandered into the
room and the maid, believing it was
Tom, opened the cage door. Dick flew
toward the usurper to rest on the
friendly head, as usual, but there was
a wild spring, a snap, and poor little
Dick was dead! There has been
mourning in that household, and none
of the humans has grieved more or felt
worse than old Tom. who goes mewing
and calling for the little bird. But no
pretty flu of yellow and green flies
to him, chirping-cheerful greetings.
Awaiting the News.
"You're early this .morning, sir."
said the milkman. "Out for a little
fresh air, sir, I suppose."
"I dunno," replied Popley. "can't
tell whether it's an heir or an heir
ess yet I've just been for the doc
tor." Tourist What do the people round
here live on. Pat?
Jarvey Pies. sorr. mainly, and tour-
1 ists in the summer. Punch.
the trouble to where the wires pass
under the river on a big cable. A
diver was sent down to investigate
and what do you think? Little Bright
Eyes had taken the form of a fish
with a piece of copper wire attached
to its tail.
"You see it was this way: I'was
out snarin suckers in one of the
creeks that empties into the big
river one afternoon. I got a big one
in the snare and had just about land
ed him when Jie took fielder's choice
and with a powerful swish of his tail
yanked the copper wire snare loose.
"Since that time the big fish .had
been swimming down stream with
the copper wire trailing In his wake.
In crossing the cable the wire got
caught in the insulation and held the
fish fast
"The snare made a connection with
our railroad wire. Of course the fish
made strenuous efforts to, get loose
and every time be swished his tail
he'd make dots on our wires, just like
one of those patent wigwag, auto
matic sending machines which are
coming into us. Strange mix-up,
wasn't itr .
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