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Madame de Varnier seated herself
la the shadow, so that she would not
at once confront Helena as she en
tered. Her jeweled fingers touched
her hair lightly; her pose suggested
the languid indifference of a woman
of the world who awaits the entrance
of a caller. Mercy and tenderness and
womanly pity were denied this beauti
ful animal at her birth. Or these di
vine qualities had been fiercely
crushed by fanatic zeal.
I paced to and fro in an agony of
rage and pity; and this Medusa fol
lowed my every movement with her
cruel, mocking smile.
The woman whom I had hoped to
save from suffering, yes, the woman
I loved, was coming to this chamber
of horror. She was coming, radiant
with hope. Happiness awaited her,
she thought the caresses of a loved
brother, repentant of his momentary
folly. And. perhaps, her heart was
beating high with gratitude to me to
the man whoshe thought had made
this much wished-for reconciliation
possible.
Black despair awaited her in the
little oratory yonder. She was to be
tortured with a dilemma as cruel as
ever racked the heart of woman.
But her decision I could not doubt
I had a proud faith in this lady who
had bent me into the lists to fight for
her. When first I had seen her on the
terrace of the hotel at Lucerne it
seemed ages ago, instead of days I
remembered how her clear gaze had
thrilled me. The calm, unwavering
look of her gray eyes was truth itself.
i had thought. A lie was not possible
lor her not even a lie to be spoken
by another for her sake.
But with what abhorrence would
she regard me! Had I not been drawn
in the subtle web of this Circe's net.
the dilemma at least would not exist
for her. But if the dilemma did not
evist. Sir Mortimer's dishonor would
still be a terrible reality. After all.
the curtain had not fallen yet. Helena
and I were both puppets in the hands
of capricious Fortune. It was she
who held the balances; or, rather a
just God whose wheels may turn
.slowly, but sooner or later He sees
th'.t justice is done.
I had left the door slightly ajar. It
was pushed open with a brusque sud
denness that startled. The servant
must have known the tragedy that
awaited the woman he was conducting
here. With a Frencbman'slove of the
dramatic, he ushered her in with
pompous ceremony, and stood waiting
expectantly. As I closed the door
roughly on him, Helena saw me.
Madame de Varnier, seated in the
shadow, she had not yet seen.
1 scanned her face closely. I saw
that not hope nor the expectancy of
a happy meeting with her brother was
her dominant emotion. Eager she
was. but it was the eagerness of anx
iety, and not of hope. Her quiet as
surance came from courage and self
control. Her brother had disappeared
mysteriously; Captain Forbes had been
the ictim of a trick; she had put her
faith in one who was almost a stran
ger to her; and now she had ventured
to the 'chateau alone. Even a man
might have hesitated.
But when I stood before her, I was
touched to see how she leaned on me,
who had twice failed her.
"My brother?" she whispered.
Once before she had wrung from
me the bitter truth. Now, as then, a
certain courage came from her pres
ence. Her own scorn of weakness and
subterfuge supported me. I answered
her simply, as I knew she would have
me answer the direct, stern truth:
"Your brother is dead. Miss Brett."
There followed a silence so intense
that I could hear quite distinctly the
river Aare beating against the chateau
walls. With the curious irrelevance
that comes so often in moments of
tense anxiety I thought it strange that
Captain Forbes had not given some
sign of his presence In his prison dur
ing the past half hour. Helena leaned
toward me, frowning slightly as If in
perplexity.
"Dead, did you say? Not dead!"
I repeated the words; unconscious
ly I spoke a little louder. The scene
seemed unreal, theatric Again the
irrelevant thought intruded, how,
when a boy, I used to wonder if all the
things that had hitherto happened in
my life all my existence were not
one long dream; a dream from which
I should awake presently, to find my
self living a life utterly different.
"It seems, sir," she faltered, "that
your mission is always to bring bad
tidings. It was only the other day
yon told me that the man who loved
me had died. Now it is to tell me that
the brother I loved so much is dead."
She smiled pitifully, a curiously
twisted smile that expressed her suf
fering more than any. tears. No re
proaches could have troubled me as
did that pathetic smile. I turned ab
ruptly to Madame de Varnier, whom
she had not yet seen. My rage and
pity overcome my reason. I might
have appealed to a heathen idol sitting
in grotesque majesty m its temple of
gloom with as little effect.
"You are a woman. You must have
a woman's heart; you must feel sore
temierness for others in their griet.
You have told me that" your life has
been one of suffering; then have
mercy for this girl who is suffering.
You will not torture her further. You
will leave to her the only comfort that
remains for her, the proud memory of
a brother who served his country with
honor."
"It is for you to do that, monsieur."
She spoke with assumed indifference,
fingering the cross that hung from
her neck.
'"Mr. Haddon," said Helena proudly,
"you will make no appeal to Madame
de Varnier to spare me from suffering.
Where is my brother? I suppose that
there is no one here who will deny me
my right to see him?"
The two women faced each other.
"Death is sometimes not the worst
calamity that may befall one, madam."
At these ominous words Helena
turned to me with a gesture of pain.
Her courage faltered, though she
fought for her control before the wom
an whom she hated so bitterly.
"Death is not the worst calamity?"
She repeated the words slowly, as if
seeking their hidden meaning. "Ah,
this infamous woman, who dragged
down my brother to disgrace when he
lived, will not spare even his memory.
She threatens to make his shameeven
more' public than it is."
"Your champion has it in his power
to prevent that." suggested Madame
de Varnier softly.
Helena turned on her with horror.
"It is incredible that you should
make traffic of a man's love."
"To me the love of a man like Sir
Mortimer Brett would have been a
glory, not a disgrace."- returned the
adventuress calmly. "But there was
no love between Sir Mortimer Brett
and myself in the sense you mean.
Whatever feeling your brother had for
me was controlled. Yes, and I tempted
him. In that regard his honor is stain
less." Motionless, each looked into the oth
er's eyes.
"And yet you said there is a calam-
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Your Brother Is
ity worse than death?" Helena ques
tioned, torn between hope and fear.
"And I say It again. Dishonor is
worse than death."
Helena turned to me, dazed and ap
pealing, a trembling hand drawn slow
ly across her forehead.
"You are silent What do those ex
traordinary words mean?"
I hesitated.
"It is said this woman says but it
is false. Do not believe her.", I cried
desperately at length.
"He has not the courage to tell the
truth," cried Madame de Varnier,
walking slowly toward Helena, who
shrank back. "Your brother is known
to be guilty of taking bribes."
"You are right not to believe that,
Mr. Haddon," she said scornfully, and
sighed her relief.
"There are proofs to convince the
most skeptical, even you," insisted her
tormentor with savage emphasis.
"What you say is impossible. Where
is my brother, Mr. Haddon?"
I pointed silently to the oratory.
Helena turned to go thither, but
Madame de Varnier barred her en
trance. "Ah, you are afraid!" she cried,
standing at the door of the oratory
with extended arms. "You dare not
face the truth. Listen, madam; the
proofs of your brother's guilt are not
imaginary. They exist in his own
writing. Not one signature which may
be forged: there are whole pages. You
listen now; you will tremble before I
have finished. At present there is no
one who has seen these proofs except
myself. But dare to doubt me. to
ignore these proofs, and they shall be
for the whole world to read. Do you
hear? I say for the whole world; and
Russia would give me any sum I chose
to ask for those papers. Do you hate
me so much, and scorn me so bitterly,
that you prefer to see your brother's
name held up as a byword for Eu
rope's contempt? You disdain to think
it possible that my charge be true.
Then what have you to fear? There
is no one who can more surely identify
your brother's writing than yourself.
Which will you choose? It is for you
to say. Will you consent to see these
papers now, or am I to sell them to
the embassies of Russia or Austria?"
The two women measured each
other in a long silence. -I watched the
duel from the open window where I
41
stood. Madame de Varnier's threat
was a terrible one- It was the fierce
pleading of a desperate and unscrupu
lous adventuress striving frantically to
move the lofty trust of a sister in a
brother's rectitude and honor. I had
faith in the courage and nobility of
soul of Helena. I believed that she
would face shame and unhappiness
with calm resolution. But I could not
wonder that Madame de Vernier's
menace made her hesitate. -
The slow seconds passed, and still
they faced each other In silence. That
long silence seemed to me ominous. I
suffered with Helena in the anguish of
her decision.
To yield would be to doubt. But if
she refused to yield, to doubt And if
this woman spoke the truth, and made
good her threat For herself she
would endure everything rather than
compromise with this betrayer of
men's honor. But there was the
mother to be thought of.
She had decided. She raised her
hands slowly in a gesture that pathet
ically showed her submission. Madame
de Varnier had conquered so far.
"Do not think I doubt because I
consent" She turned to where I stood.
"But if this woman is sincere, and be
lieves that these proofs exist, others
will believe it too. There is no for
gery so clever that I should not de
tect it My brother's handwriting was
peculiar. His honor must not be ques
tioned because of a clever trick. Come,
I will see those papers."
Madame de Varnier glided across
the bare room and struck the heavy
door of the little chamber she had
already pointed out to me as contain
ing the safe. To my surprise the door
had not been locked. It opened pon
derously, and I saw the gleam of the
safe. She stood at the doorway and
beckoned to Helena.
"Come, madam, or are you afraid to
trust yourself in the room alone with
me?"
"Has Mr. Haddon already seen these
papers that he is not to come?"
"Mr. Haddon has seen copies of the
original papers in the safe," returned
Madame de Varnier in triumph. "He
Dead, Miss Brett"
was so convinced of your brother's
guilt that he destroyed these copies.
You will not be surprised then if I re
fuse to trust him with the precious
originals."
I attempted no expostulation. I
knew the uselessness of that, and we
had agreed that Helena was to decide
for herself. I had faith enough in
her not to doubt her ultimate decision.
"I will see these papers with you
alone," said Helena quietly.
"Ana you will give me your word of
honor that you will not follow the ex
ample of Mr. Haddon in attempting to
destroy them?"
"My word of honor!" cried Helena
with bitterness. "Would you believe
that if you think my brother guilty of
dishonor?"
"I should believe it," answered Ma
dame de Varnier.
"Then I give It to you."
She walked to the room with a firm
step, passing me where I stood.
"Be brave," I whispered. "Be on
your guard. Refuse to believe that
your brother is guilty, no matter what
specious proofs this woman may show
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Making Life
Some Golden Rules Laid Down by
Right Thinking Woman.
To be happy, hopeful, buoyant .kind,
loving from the very depths of my
heart; considerate and thoughtful re
garding the peculiarities and eccen
tricities "of human nature, adjusting
myself to each so as to produce har
mony and not friction; to be pure
in word, thought and deed; broad
minded and liberal, not given to petty
denunciation of my fellows; moderate
in methods of life; never adding a
burden or sorrow where a little fore
thought would give pleasure; not
hasty in speech or action; sincere,
candid and truthful in every detail;
conscientious in the execution of
every duty; composed, unpretentious
and simple, keeping close to nature's
heart and always relying upon Him I
most earnestly strive to serve; keep
you. It is simply impossible that he
be snilty."
"Why do you say that?" Her eyes
were very wistful.. . &
!Because," I Ioqked at;her,8teadlly,
"I know how. impossible it would be
for the sister." ,
"Your faith strengthens mine." She
entered the room, passing by Madame
de Varnier at the threshold.
"An revoir. Ml Coward!" the woman
cried tauntingly, and the key tamed
in the door.t t
CHAPTER XXVIII.
"Coward!"
I heard a clock in the village strike
the hour. It was six. " The chateau
walls cast a long shadow on the oppo
site bank of the river. The mountains
in the far distance werevpurple and
red in the evening light: The long
day was coming swiftly to an end;
and the night was mysterious with its
promise of despair.
This tower of the three rooms! Two
of these rooms held their tragedies.
What if the third room had its tra
gedy likewise!
I struck sharply the door of that
room in which Madame de Varnier
had said that Captain Forbes was im
prisoned. I listened; there was no
answer. I called the name of the
king's messenger aloud; still there
was no answer. Soon the moon would
rise, and its cold rays might fall-on
the lifeless body of Forbes; for if all
were well, why should there be this
ominous quiet? "
The suspense was unendurable. I
listened at the door of -the room that
concealed the two women. I heard
the murmer of voices. That reassured
me so far as Helena's safety was con
cerned; but it made me absolutely
certain that Captain Forbes must have
heard my voice if he were living, and
in that room.
And when the two women came out?
I shrank from that coming with
dread. I had told Helena to be brave,
to ignore the evidence of her own
sight But I had been shaken in my
own belief as to Sir Mortimer's inno
cence. Surely her faith would be
greater than mine; but the evidence
seemed so overwhelmingly against Sir
Mortimer, if Sir Mortimer's letters
and notes were genuine. At any rate
the woman "I loved must hold a bitter
cup to her blanched lips; it must be
emptied to the very dregs. Her suffer
ing was inevitable, whether she be
lieved her brother innocent or guilty.
I could not doubt that she would
refuse to purchase the silence of
Madame de Varnier at the cost of fur
ther dishonor, even though I were
chiefly to bear that myself. But if
she demanded that?. Was I strong
enough to resist her tears? I must be.
My reason told me of the folly of
Madame de Varnier's plan., But if I
yielded weakly presently, and the ruse
actually succeeded, I knew that the
hypocrisy of the act would become
more and more dreadful to Helena
with the coming years. No; if in that
supreme ecstacy of .her agony she
should entreat me, I must still refuse.
I must decide for her, even though
she thought my own cowardice re
sponsible for that refusal.
Coward! How that word beat a
devil's tattoo on my excited brain. It
had been the keynote to all my suffer
ing, and to all my joy. Willoughby
had died uttering it; Helena had
echoed it in thought; and Madame de
Varnier had spoken it again and again
in her fierce contempt during the past
hour. Yes, it was the keynote of my
suffering and my joy. It was the
motif that obtruded again and again in
the stormy music of these past hours.
It was a baneful talisman, a watch
word. Its letters seemed to have al
most a magic potency. It was a coun
tersign that opened for me the gates
of paradise and hell.
A talisman! A watchword! A coun
tersign! Suddenly I saw the word
C-O-W-A-R-D written in. flaming let
ters. They revolved furiousiy. They
danced before my vision.
This was sheer madness this im
posible conjecture. I reasoned the un
reasoning impulse to hope against
hope. But the forlorn, desperate pos
sibility fought obstinately for recog
nition. It held me with all the damn
ing power of a hallucination.
And then suddenly it became a con
viction. It was no longer an impossi
ble hope, not even an intuition. It be
came an absolute belief, a certainty.
And this was the reason for my be
lief: - 3
Whenever Madame de Varnier had
mentioned the safe she had called me
coward.
C-O-W-A-R-D !
That was the combination of the
safe.
At last a door opened. Helena made
her way, toward me with uncertain
steps, her hands held out before her,
as one groping in the dark. Her splen
did fearlessness was gone. She look
ed at me with the wild eyes of a
wounded animal vainly seeking a way
of escape. As she reached my side
her hands were still held out as if for
protection. I grasped them firmly,
but I did not speak.
(TO BE CONTINUED.)
Worth Living
ing ever before me that exemplary
life as my rule of conduct toward
men, thus creating an influence for
J good. This is my idea of making
"life worth living." Louise M. Wad
dell in The Nurse.
Professional Secrecy.
Twenty or 30 years ago Dr. Meigs
and his old mare Peggy, were familiar
figures in"berby Line, Vt, and the sur
rounding country.
The doctor was very brusque in
manner, and disliked being questioned
concerning his patients.
One day a farmer was taken sick
and Dr. M. sent for. When returning
from his call, one of the neighbors
anxious to know the man's condition,
hailed the doctor and the physician
pulled "up.
"What ails Mr. Smith?"
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A MOUNTAIN OF SILVER
AMERICAN MAKES FIND IN CHINA
BUT CANT DIG.
Is Prevented by Ancestor Worship
Will Ask Uncle Sam for Protec
tion Against Grafting
Mandarins.
San Francisco. After watching pa
tiently a silver mountain for 30 years,
unable all that time to stick a pick
Into it, for fear of arousing the preda
tory instincts of China's grafting man
darins, J. H. Wright, shipbuilder, of
Shanghai, soldier of fortune, and. he
hopes, millionaire, in the sweet
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HUSBAND SELECTS SUCCESSOR.
Wearing Widow's Weeds, Obedient
Relict Again Becomes a Bride.
Philadelphia. Fulfilling a deathbed
promise to her husband, nine months
ago, that she would marry his chum,
Mrs. Maria Di Cicco, 23 years old, of
South Sixth street, has become the
wife of Antonio Di Mattio, in the home
in which her former husband died.
The late husband of Mrs. Di Cicco
and Di Mattio were playmates in
Naples, and one day the latter saved
Di Cicco from drowning in the bay.
Di Cicco never forgot the brave deed,,
and even after coming to this country
and marrying he kept up a correspond
ence with his boyhood chum. When
DI Mattio came to this city Di Cicco
insisted that he make his home with
himself and wife.
Then Di Cicco contracted tubercu
losis, and .although everything was
done to save his life, he rapidly wasted
away. When he saw that death was
near he called his young wife and Di
Mattio to his bedside and made them
promise to wed each other at the ex
piration of nine months after his
death. They ' agreed and Di Cicco
died happy.
The bride was attired In the black
dress which she wore at her husband's
funeral, and despite the occasion, re
laxed none of the literal or figurative
mourning, which she has expressed
continually for DI Cicco since his
death. - She makes no pretense of lov
ing her new husband, but frankly
states that she is simply fulfilling her
former companion's wishes. Di Mat
tio, on the other hand, states that he
has always loved his new wife.
Boston's Woman Guide.
Boston Is said to have the only wom
an guide In the United States' to places
of historic interest She has equipped
herself with so much useful informa
tion that she believes herself to be
able to answer any reasonable ques
tion about Boston. Her specialty Is
taking about parties of women, teach
ers and school children. Though an
unusual thing in thistcountry, woman
guides are to be found in foreign
cities; a number earn their living by
showing visitors about London.
$8,000,000 on Office Walls.
Kansas City, Mo. The wall paper
ia the offices of a commission com
pany st the stockyards exchange in
Kansas City represents an outlay of
$8,000,000. This remarkable wall pa
per is made up of canceled checks.
There is no check-on the wall that rep
resents less than $1,000. The largest
Is for $30,000.
Last of the
Remains of Standing Timber in Doug
las County, Wis., to Be Cut
Minneapolis. Preparations are be
ing made this summer for logging the
last of the standing pine timber in
Douglas county, Wisconsin. The tim
ber is owned by a Chicago lumber
company and is southeast of Dedham.
The estimated amount of timber left
is 300,000 feet It will be shipped to
Hayward, Wis., to be sawed.
. The forests of Michigan, Wisconsin
and Minnesota originally contained
about 400,000,000,000 feet Lumbering
began in Michigan and Wisconsin dur
ing the '30s and was of small import
ance until the early '70s, when the
vast untimbered plains west of the
Mississippi began to throng with im
migration. In 1873 the cut was about
4,000,000.000 feet It reached the high
water mark in 1892, when it was over
8,500,000.000 feet Since then it has
fallen steadily and In 1906 was a little
over 3,000,000,000 feet
To the enormous total of about 200,
on His Vacation
Roosevelt taken at his summer home at
duce the government to back him
up and protect his property rights
when he does begin mining opera
tions. '
Wright is going to Washington, but
the success of his mission is open to
doubt, for the constitution expressly
prohibits interference with religious
liberty, and it is exactly that which
stands between Wright and the little
pimple on the face of the earth which
he is certain will make him a rival
of Midases of Montana and Nevada
some day.
It is fung sui, the ancestor worship
of the Chinese, that has stayed his
hand and kept him tied up in a ship
yard in Shanghai, while his mountain
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The raft is propelled by stern-wheel paddles driven by horse-power, the horses
pulling levers on the deck exactly like the old-fashioned Scotch threshing-milL
The Peking-Paris motorists found a similar machine in use in Central Asia.
LIEN ON MAN'S LEG,
Shylock Case in Which Flesh and
Blood Judgment Is Asked.
Seattle, Wash. Suit has been be
gun in Justice Carroll's court, the na
ture of which may well cause Shylock
of the drama to retire. For not only
does the present litigant demand an
entire right leg. but in addition, asks
judgment in the sum of $25 from the
defendant named in the action.
In the complaint filed Jules J. Pen
sis alleges that last May the defend
ant, John Spreutels, who was in sore
need of a leg. asked for the loan of $45
with which to provide an artificial sub
stitute. The money was given, and in
return a promise exacted from Spreu
tels that -when fully equipped he
would repay the loan In labor to be
Pine Forest.
000,000,000 feet cut in the. last thirty
years must be added about 3,000,000,
000 feet of laths, shingle and minor
products, making a total of 130,000.
000.000 feet Fifty billion feet probab
ly were cut prior to 1873, which would
bring the total product of the lake
states to about 280.000,000.000 feet.
Almost a Habit
"You know that a number of emi
nent scientists believe in spiritual
ism." "Yes," answered the materialistic
person, "but it isn't the first time that
eminent scientists have believed in
things that were mighty hard to
prove."
At Newport.
"How did your al fresco luncheon
go?"
"It would have been a great success
if Chawlie Coddle hadn't spoiled it"
"Bear me! How did he do that?"
"By dropping out of bis balloon and
aUgfrHng on the
gleans white with virgin wealth
soatewaere within 16 idles of the
span towering above the harhor.
Just where It Is Wright, of come,
will not say until he Is sure his
Uncle Samuel will help hist keep the
Chinese off. for fung sal. Wright be
lieves, would 'be a cosily adjunct of
mining.
All these years he has kept his
prospect a secret because if he re
vealed it every mandarin in the dis
trict wbald at once stop the digging
on the ground that the steam shovels
sad 'blasts were harrowing the souls
of his forefathers, and demand per
sonal injury damages.
"Those yellow grafters make your
San Francisco brand second rate."
said Wright "They would hold me off
until I paid for every alleged pain my
giant powder shot through the
wraiths that inhabit the underground
about my mountain.
"Probably it would cost me half of
what's in that hill for the mandarins
alae. and when it comes to grafting
the coolies are as expert and insatia
ble as your supervisors, who. .1 am
told, take anything from dollars to
beer checks or doughnuts. Their fung
sui would take what was left, and I
wouldn't get anything for the 30 years'
guard I've kept on that hill."
Wright says he discovered the ore
leads while on a trip Into the Interior
just after he had been sent by a Phil
adelphia firm to superintend some ma
chine work in the Chinese port He
remained there so as not to let the
mountain get away. When he arrives
in Washington he will tell Secretary
Root about bis find and ask him to in
duce the empress dowager or some of
the yamens to guarantee that the
ghosts of ancient grafters will not
feel more than say $50,000 worth of
pain.
Larry's Wish.
It was a sultry afternoon in mid
summer and Larry was perspiring and
laying gas pipe in the blistering
trench. In a nearby tree a little bird
was caroling forth, shielded by the
cool branches. "Sure," exclaimed Lar
ry, as he halted a moment to remove
the big beads with a red handkerchief,
"'tis an unjust wur-ruld. I wish I was
that bur-rud." "And why do you wish
you were that bird?" asked the inter
ested policeman. Larry blinked at the
blazing sun and smiled grimly. "Be
cause, me bhoy. such a day as this tit
is better to pipe a lay than ut is to
lay a pipe."
performed for his benefactor st the
rate of $20 a month.
The deal was made. The money was
turned over for the purchase of the
leg and the addition made to Spreu
tel's anatomy. All went well for a
time, and then, the complaint says, the
defendant in the present action be
came dissatisfied. Soon he left his em
ployer, taking both legs with him.
Now Pensis wants his money, and
failing to get that, demands that he
be given the care and custody of the
artificial leg until such time as Spreu
tels is prepared to produce the balance
of the loan held to be still unpaid.
Golf Playing in England.
England has 2,000 golf clubs with
300,000 members who use 500,000 golf
balls per week and walk over the links
about 250.000,000 miles per year.
BIG DEMAND FOR "HORSE BOOK.
Million Copies of Famous Volume
Printed by Government
Washington. Uncle Sam is a suc
cessful publisher, He issues annually
the "horse book," which has an enor
mous circulation. Over a million
copies of the book ha7e been printed,
and still the public demand for it is
not satisfied. Another-edition of 250,
000 copies of this famous volume, the
full title of which is "Special Dis
eases of the Korse," has just been or
dered. This makes over a. million cop
ies ordered, but before the demand is
supplied these will be exhausted and
congressmen will find it necessary to
go down in their pockets to have
copies of the book printed for con
stituents after using their congres
sional quota. An idea of the magnitude
of the work may be formed from the
statement that the first edition of 361.
000 copies if laid end to end would
cover s space fifty miles long, and If
piled up flatwise would make 108 piles
ss high as the Washington ssoauawat.
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