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is CHAPTER XXI.-Continued. "I did .not see the register at the inn. I did not know till afterwards that we were not booked. Once up stairs, I refused to remove my hat or my veil or my coat until he brought his friend to me. He pretended to be very angry over his friend's failure to be there beforehand, as he had promised. He ordered a supper served In the room. I did not eat any thin& Somehow I was beginning to understand, vaguely of course, but surely-and bitterly, Mr. Wrandall. Suddenly he threw off the mask. "He coolly informed me that he knew the kind of a girl I was. I had been.on the stage. He said it was no use ti-ying to work the marriage game n-Im. He was too 'old a bird and S too ise to fall for that. Those were whiswords. I was horrifled, stunned. When I began to cry Qut in. my fury, be laughed at me but swore he would marry me even at that if it were not ';I for -the fact that he was already mar -Aled. . -. I tried to leave the room. Be held me. He kissed me a hundred vies before, I could break- away. 1 tried to scream. . . A little agt on,.when I was absolutely des erute, I-I snatched up the knife. There was nothing else left for me d'o I struck at him. He fell back A e bed. . ... Istole out of the Souse-oh hours and hours afterward emed. to me. I cannot tell you -long I stood there watching hi._ I was crazea by fear. I KR ond WrandaDl held up /his spare you the fest( Miss -he, said, his voice oarse i-unnaturaL "There is, n need to You-you understand? You do be 'me?" she cried. 131 looked down ath. wife's bowed - ad and received no sign from her; then'at the white, d wn faces of his They me s gaze and he something in eir eyes. I thinkjo story is so convinc ng- .-could not endure the shame of having. it repeated to the S, world.". "I-I cannot ask you to forgive me, sir I only .ask you to believe me," she 'murmured brokenly. "I-I am ior it had to be. God is my witness that there was no other way." Mr. Carroll came to his feet. There were tears in his eyes. "I think, Mr. Wranidall, you will now .. appreciate my m'otives in-" "Pardon me, Mr. Carroll, if I sug gest that Miss Castleton does not re -J quire any defense at present," said Mr. Wrandall stiffly. "Your motives were doubtless .good. Will ypu be so good as to conduct us to a room where we, may-may be alone for a short while?" There was something tragic in the nan's face. His son and daughter -arose as- i moved by an instinctive -realfration of a duty, and perhaps for the first time in their lives were sub missive to an influence they had never -quite recognized before-a father's rmnalterable .right to ,command. For K mene in their lives they were meek .y- n his presence. They stepped to his ai"< de and stood waiting, and neither dio theny spoke. ~. Mr. Wrandall laid his hand heavily hisn wife's shoulder. -She- s..arted, looked up rather vacantly, ..ad then arose without -msistance. Ae did not make the mistake ot offering to assist her. He knew too well that to ques * Ttad Was Nothing Else Left for Me -to Do." 'tion her strength now would be but to nyavte weakness. She was strong. He knew her well. -Shie stood straight and firm for a few seconds, trans~A.ng Hetty with a look that seemed to bore into the very soul of her, and then spoke. "You ask us to be your judges?" "I ask you to judge not me alone but-your son as well," said Hetty, meeting her look steadily. "You can not pronounce me innocent without pronouncing him guilty. It will be Sasa raised her head from her arms. - Ycua know the way into my sitting -room, Leslie," she said, with singular - irectnasss. Then she arose and drew her flire to its full height. "Please DIDN'T flEAD ALL THE SIGNS Amateur SIeouth Should Have Noticed -That Hi-s Victim Was a Man of * Quick Temper. The one was a young man with the light of ambition to be a detective shining in his eyes; the other a mid dle-aged man, who was reading a news -paper. 'Great man, wasn't he?" queried teyugman at last. "Who?" asked the other as he looked Sherlock Holmes." 'So T've heard." "Bat there -are .others," continued -he young man as a anile of self-satis action lighted up his face. neetvw . You are a bookkeeper. Thc 'JGe SCOP/?//f|9r/ e remember that it is I who am to be judged. Judge me as I have judged you. I am not asking for mercy." Hetty Impulsively threw her arms about the rigid figure, and swept a pleading look from one to the other of the four stony-faced Wrandalls. They turned away wit'azt a word or a revealing look, and slowly moved of In the direction of the boudoir. They who reinained behind stood still, motionless as statues. It was Vivian who opened the library door. She closed it after the others had passed through, and did not look behind. . * * * * * * Half an hour passed. Then the door was opened and the tall old man ad vanced into the room. "We have found against my son, Miss Castleton," he said, his lips twitching. "He Is not here to speak for himself. bqt he has already been udged. We, his family, apologize to you for what you have suffered from the conduct of one of us. Not one but all of us believe the story you have .told. It must never be retold. We ask this of all of you. It is not in our hearts to thank Sara for shielding you, for her hand Is still raised against .uf. We are fair and just. If yoj had come to us on that wret,ched night and told the story of, ray son's infamy, we, the Wrandalls, vfould have stood between you and the 'law. The law could not have touched you then; it shall not touch you now. Our verdict,- if you choose to call it that, is sealed. No man shall ever. hear from the. lips of a Wrandall the smallest part of what has transpired here tonight. Mr. Carroll, you were right. We thank you for the counsel that led this unhappy girl to place her self In our hands." "Oh, God, I thank thee-I thank thee!" burst from the lips of Sara Wrandall. She strained Hetty to her breast. "It is not for us to judge you, Sara," said Redraond Wrandall, speaking with difficulty. "You are your own judge. and a -harsh one you will find yourself. As for ourselves, we can only look upon your unspeakable design as the working of a temporarily deranged mind. You could never have carried It out You are an honest woman. At the last you would have revolted, even with victory assured. Perhaps Leslie is the only one who has a real griev ance against you In this matter. I am convinced that he loved Miss Castleton deeply. The worst hurt is his, and he has been your most dd voted advocate during all the years of bitterness that has existed between you and us. You thought to play him a foul trick. You could not have car ried it to the end. We leave you to pass judgment on yourself.". "I have already done so, Mr. Wran dall," said Sara. "Have .I not ac cused myself before you? Have I not confessed to the only crime, that has been committed? I am not proud of myself, sir." "You have hated us well." "And you have hated me. The crirhe you hold ane guilty of was committed years ago. It 'was when I robbed you of your sop. To thity.day I am the leper in your pathi. 1may be forgiven for all else, but nrot' ,or allowing Chal lis Wrandall to become the husband of Sebastian Gooch's daughter. That Is the unpardonable sin." Mr. Wrandall was silent for a mo ment. "You still are Sebastian Gooch's daughter," he said flistinctly. "You cai never be anythJ 'g else." ' She paledl. " 1. s last transaction proves It, you W(ould say?" "This last trtnsaction, yes." S'he lookad -about her with troubled, questioning eyes. "I-I wonder If that can be true," she mur'nured, rather piteously. "Am I so different from the rest of you? Is th blood to blame?" "Nonsense!" exclaimed Mr. Carroll nervously. "Don't be silly, Sara, my child. That is not what Mr. Wran dali means." Wrandall turned his face away. "You loved as deeply as you hate, Sara," he said, with a curious twitch ing~of. his chin. "My son was your god. We are not Insensible to that. Per haps we have never realized until now the depth and breadth of your love for him. Love Is a bitter judge of Its enemies. It knows no mercy, it knows no reason. Hate may be con quered by love, but love cannot be con-1 quered by hate. You had reason to hate my son. Instead you persisted In your love for him. Wewe owe you something for that, Sara. We owe you a great deal more than I find myself able to express in words." Leslie entered the room at this in stant. He had his overcoat on and carried his gloves and hat in his hand;. "We are ready, father," he said thickly.1 After a moment's hesitation, he crossed over to Hetty, who stood be side Sara. 'I-I can now understand why you refused to marry me, Miss Castleton," he said, in a queer, jerky manner. "Won't you let me say that I wish you all the happiness still to be found in this rather uneven world of ours?" The crowning testimonial to an ab solutely sincere ego. try, as your bow legs tell at a glance.[ You are something of a sport, as I as sured myself when I saw you reading that article about Corbett. From the way you cock your eye I should be willing to bet that you are fond of the ballet and always have a front seat." "Is that all?" "That's about all, and I'd like to know if I have hit you off?" "If that is all, then let me tell you something. You are an acrobat." "Acrobat-ha! ha! ha t What makes you think that?" "Because," said the other, as he seized him by the neck and knee and carried him out to the platform; "be cause you take such a beautiful tumn ble to yourself." And he lifted him up and gave him a heave which landed him in the mud' and left him sprawling over half a or Bar] Y !U r o457z/VY: C&, CHAPTER XXII. Renunciation. On the third day after the singular trial of Hetty Castleton in Sara's li brary, young Mrs. Wrandall's motor drew up in front of a lofty office build ing in lower Broadway; its owner stepped down from the limousine and entered the building. A few moments later she walked briskly into the splendid offices of Wrandall & Co., private bankers and steamship-own ers. The clerks in the outer offices itared for a moment in significant surprise, and then bowed respectfully to the beautiful silent partner i the great concern. It was the first time she had been seen in the offces since the tragic vent that had served to make her a member of the firm. A boy at the in rormation desk, somewhat impressed by her beauty and the trim elegance :f her long black broad-tall coat, to say nothing of the dark eyes that 1 . 'What's This?" He Demanded, Sharply. hone through the narrow veil, forgot the dignity of his office and went so !ar as to politely ask her who she wanted to see and "what name, please." The senior clerk rushed forward mid transfixed the new boy with a glare. "A new boy, Mrs. Wrandall," he nade haste to explain. To the new boy's surprise, the visitor was con lucted with much bowing and scrap ng into the private offices, where no >ne ventured except by special edict >f the powers. "Who was it'" he asked, in some awe,-of a veteran stenographer who 3ame up and sneered at him. "Mrs. Challis Wrandall, you little simpleton," said she, and for once he 'ailed to snap back. It is of record that for nearly two whole days, he was polite to every vis tor who approached him and was generally worth his salt. Sara found herself in the close lit le room that once had been her hus band'a, but was now eacrupulously held n reserve for her own use. Rather a waste of space, she felt as she look~d bout the office. The clerk dusted akn easy chair and threw open the long 2nused desk near the window. "We are very glad to see you here, nadam," he said. "This room hasn't yeen used much, as you may observe. [s there anything I can do for you?" She continued her critical survey of :he room. Nothing had been changed since the days when she used to visit ier husband here on occasions of rare social importance: .such as calling to :ake him out to luncheon, or to see :hat he got safely home on rainy after 2oons. The big picture of a steamship still hung on the wall across the room. Ber own photograph, in a silver fra-me stood in one of the recesses of the lesk. She observed that there was L clean white blotter there, too; but :he ink wells appeared to be empty, f she was to judge by the look of shagrin on the clerk's face as he in pected them. Photographs of polo scenes in which Wrandall was a prom nent figure, hung about the walls, with two or three pictures of his favor te ponies, and one of a ragged gipsy irl with wonderful eyes, carrying a nonkey in a crude wooden cage strap >ed to her back. On closer observa ion one would have recognized Sara's eculiarly gipsy-like features in the ace of the girl, and then one would ate ,noticed the caption written in ud ink at the bottom of the photo traph: "The Trumbell's Fancy Dress all, January 10, '07. Sara as Gipsy dab." With a start, Sara came out of her ainful reverie. She passed her hand >ver her eyes, and seemed thereby to >t the polite senior clerk back into he picture once more. "No, thank you. Is Mr. Redmond randall down this afternoon?" "He came in not ten minutes ago. d'. Leslie Wrandall is also here. hall I tell Mr. Wrandall you wish to ee him?" "You may tell him that I am here, f yolf please," she said. "I amr very sorry about the ink vels, madam," murmured the clerk. 'We-we were not expecting-" ~nother crosses herself repeatedly be ore taking her cue, and one famous inger known throughout Europe Is in he habit of kissing her mother good ye and receiving her blessing be ore going on to sing. A well-known pianist used to carry Sblack cat about with her wherever he played. Doubtless there are many who are similarly superstitious, hough they may not readily own to t.-Manchester Evening News. Sign In the Snowstorm. Walking from Hope to Hayfield by a path over the moors, writes a corre spondent of the Manchester Guardian, [found the hilly, v h snow. A freezing-sast wind ma hings nything but pleasant. At one sint [hdto admit that Ihad lost myw ', nd it was with relief that I found r M"CutC] rR/h 7,7 1 Y R/O9/IDM ED & ECAj "Pray don't let it disturb you, Mr. Bancroft. I shall not use them to day." "They will be properly filled b to morrow." "Thank you." He disappeared. She relaxed tn the familiar, comfortable old leather-cush ioned chair, and closed her eyes. There was a sharp little line between them, but it was hidden by the veil. The door opened slowly tnd Red mond Wrandall came into the room. She arose at once. "This is-er-an unexpeeted pleas ure, Sara," he said perplexed and ill at-ease. He stopped just Inside the door he had been careful to close be hind him, and did not offer her his hand. "I came down to attend to some business, Mr. Wrandall," she said. "Business?" he repeated, staring. She took note of the tired, haggard look in his eyes, and the tightly compressed lips. "I intend to dispose of my entire in terest in Wrandall & Co.," she an nounced calmly. He took a step forward, plainly startled by the declaration. "What's this?" he demanded sharp ly. "We may as well speak plainly, Mr. Wrandall," she said. "You do not care to have me remain a member of the firm, nor do I blame you, for feel ing as you do about it. A year ago you offered to buy mo out-or off, ad I took it to be at the time. I had rea ions then for not selling out to you. Today I am ready either to buy or to sell." "You-you amaze me," he exclaim ed. "Does you offer of last December still stand?" "I-I think we would better have Leslie in, Sara. This is most unex pected. I don't quite feel up to--" "Have Leslie in by all means," she said, resuming her seat. He hesitated a moment, opened his lips as if to speak, and then abruptly left the room. Sara smiled. Many minutes passed before the two Wrandalls put in an appearance. She understood the delay. They were telephoning to certain legal'advisers. "What's this I hear, Sara?" demand ed Leslie, extending his hand after a second's hesitation. She shook hands with him, not list lessly but with the vigor born of nerv ousness. "I don't know what you've heard," she said pointedly. His slim fingers went searching for the end of his moustache.' "Why-why, about selling out to us," he stammered. "I am willing to retire from the firm of Wrandall '& Co.," she said. "Father says the business'is as good as it was a year ago, but I don't agree with him," said the son, trying to look lugubrious. "Then you don't care to repeat your original proposition?" "Well, the way business has been falling off--" "Perhaps you would prefer to sell out to me," she remarked quietly. "Not at all!" he said quickly, with a surprised glance at his father. "We couldn't think of letting the business pass out of the Wrandall name.". "You forget that my name is Wran dall," she rejoined. "There would be no occasion to change the firm's name; merely its membership." "Our original offer stands," said the senior Wrandall stiffly. "We prefer to buy." "And I to sell. Mr. Carroll will meet you tomorrow, gentlemen. :He will represent me as usual. Our busi ness as well as social relations are about to end, I suppose. My only re gret is that I cannot further accom modate you by changing my name. Still you may live in hope that time may work even that wonder for you." She arose. The two men regarded her in an aggrieved way for a mo ment. "I have no real feeling of hostility toward you, Sara," said Leslie nerv ously, "in spite of all thaf. you said the other night." "am afraid you don't mean that, deep down in your heart, Leslie," she said, with a queer little smile. "But I do," he protested. "Hang It all, we-we live in a glass house our selves, Sara. I dare say. in a way, I was quite as unpleasant as the rest of the family. You see, we just can't help being snobs. It's in us, that's all there Is to it." Mr. Wrandall looked up from the floor, his gaze having dropped at the first outburst from his son's lips. "We-we prefer to be friendly, Sara, if you will allow us-" She laughed and the old gentleman stopped in the middle of his sentence. "We can't be friends, Mr. Wran dall," she said, suddenly serious. "The pretence would be a mockery. We are all better off if we allow our paths, our interests to diverge today." "Perhaps you are right," said he, compressing his lips. "I believe that Vivian and I could but no! I won't go so far as to say that either. There is something genu OYSTER NOT 4GOOD FOR ALL Many Stomachs to Which It is Not a Welcome VisItor, According to Physician. It is popularly supposed that the oyster digests himself in the human stomach owing to the great size of the liver, which is crushed as mastica tion begins and is thought to digest the mollusk Itself. As the cyster. moreover, contains some ten per cent. of extremely assimilation protein, to gether with phosphorized fats and glycogen, it has always been freely ad ministered to convalescents, while dyspeptic bons vivants have never hesitated to eat it abundantly. Doctor Pron expresses the opinion that the oyster may be allowed, therefore, to those dyspeptics whose ieon 4AY ine about her. Strange to say, I have never disliked her." "If you had made the slightest ef fort to like us, no doubt we could have-" "My dear Mr. Wrandall," she inter rupted quickly, "I credit you with the desire to be fair and just to me. You have tried to like me. You have even deceived yourself at times. I-but why these gentle recriminations? We merely prolong an unfortunate con test between antagonistic natures. with no hope of genuine peace being established. I do not regret that I am your daughter-in-law, nor do I be lieve that you would regret It if I had not been the daughter of Sebastian Gooch." "Your father was as little impress ed with my son as I was with his daughter," said Redmond Wrandall drily. "I am forced to confess that he was the better judge. We had 'the better of the bargain." "I believe you mean it, Mr. Wran dall," she said, a note of gratitude In her voice. "Good-bye. Mr. Carroll will see you tomorrow." She glanced quickly about the room. "I shall send for-for certain articles that are no longer required in conducting the' bus iness of Wrandall & Co." With a quaint little smile, she Indi- 1 cated the two photographs of herself. i "By Jove, Sara," burst out Leslie I abruptly. "I wish you'd let me have - that Gipsy Mab picture. I've always i been dotty over it, don't you know. Ripping study." 4 Her lip curled slightly. I "As a matter of fact," he explained I conclusively,. "Chal often said he'd leave it to me when he died. In a joking way, of course, but I'm sure he meant it." "You may have It, Leslie," she said . slowly. It Is doubtful if he correctly I interpreted the movement of her head I as she uttered the words. "Thanks," said he. "I'll hang it in my den, if you don't object." "We shall expect Mr. Carroll tomor row, Sara," said his father, with an air of finality. "Good-bye. May I ask I what plans you are making for the I winter?" "They are very indefinite." "I say, Sara, why don't you get married?" asked Leslie, surveying the I Gipsy Mab photograph with undis guised admiration as he held it at I arm's length. "Ripping!" This to the picture. I She paused near the door to stare i at him for a moment, unutterable scorn in her eyes. "I've had a notion you were pretty ,keen about Brandy Booth," he went on amiably. She caught her breath. There was< an instant's hesitation on her part be fore she replied. "You have never been very sma.rt at] making love guesses, Leslie," she said. I "It's a trick you haven't acquired." He lauighed uncomfortably. 'Neat stroke, that." Following her into the corridor out side the offices, he pushed the elevator I bell for her. "I meant what I said, Sara," he re- I marked, somewhat doggedly. "You ought to get married. Chal didn't leave much for you to cherish. There's I no reason why you should go on like "Because I Love You So Dearly," Saidi Sara.1 this, living alone and all that sort of thing. You're young and beautiful1 and-" "Oh, thank you, Leslie," she cried 1 out sharply. "You see, it's going to be this way:1 Hetty wvill probably marry Booth. That's on di+ T ' '~It. You're depend-1 ing on her for companionship. Well, she'll quit you cold after she's mar-1 ried. She will-" She interrupted him peremptorily. "If Challis did nothing else for me,. Leslie, he at least gave me you toi cherish. Once more, good-bye." The elevator stopped for her. He strolled back to his office wtih a puz zled frown on his face. She certainly was inexplicable!1 The angry red faded from her 1 cheeks as she sped homeward in the automobile. Her thoughts were no longer of Leslie but of another... She sighed and closed her eyes, and 1 her cheeks were pale. tics whose stomachs are hyperacid or hypersensitive Doctor Pron would forbid the oyster as well as all other I stimulating foods. In many of these dyspeptics the gastric secretion is al ready sufficient, and it is unnecessary < and unwise to increase it. t New Germ Scare. - Quite a panic is spreading through- I out bridge whist circles over the dis- a covery in London that playing cards t are great distributers of germe. Micro- 3 scopic tests of cards used during an C afternoon, it is said, reveal the pres- e ence of millions of malignant bacilli enough, if taken internally, to kill off j au entire community. It would be financially disastrous to use a brand naw deck for ev ery deal, and the use of camphor counters as a means of d sterlization is suggested. Of course, c no hostess would think of producing a z -f.A of cards, but after a few /" Workmen from a picture dealer's es tablishment were engaged in hanging a. full length portrait in the long liv ing-room of her apartment when she reached home. She had sent to the :ountry for Booth's picture of Hetty, md was having it hung in a conspicu mus place. Passing the open library door, Sara paused for an instant to peer within. Ihen she went on down the hall to her )wn sitting-room. The canary was 5inging glibly in his cage by the win low-side. She threw aside her furs, and, with yut removing her hat, passed into the :ed-chamber at the left of the cozy lit :le boudoir. This was Hetty's room. EIer own was directly opposite. On he girl's dressing-table, leaning igainst the broad, low mirror, stood :he unframed photograph of a man. With a furtive glance over her shoul ler, Sara crossed to the table and :ook up the picture in her gloved iand. For a long time she stood there razing into the frank, good-looking ace of Brandon Booth. She breathed 'aster; her hand shook; her eyes were strained as if by an inward sug ,estion of pain. She shook her head slowly, as if in Inal renunciation of a secret hope or he banishment of an unwelcome de ire, and resolutely replaced the pho ograph. Her lips were almost white ts she turned away and re-entered the -oom beyond. "He belongs to her," she said, un ,onsciously speaking aloud; "and he is ike all men. She must not be unhap >y." Presently she entered the library. )he had exchanged her tailor-suit for a lainty house-gown. Hetty was still eated in the big lounging chair, be ore the snapping fire, apparently not iaving moved since she looked in on >assing a quarter of an hour before. )ne of the girl's legs was curled up Inder her, the other swung loose; an lbow rested on the arm of the chair, ,nd her cheek was in her hand. Coming softly up from behind, Sara eaned over the back of the chair and >ut her hands under her friend's chin, enderly, lovingly. Hetty started and hivered. "Oh, Sara, how cold your hands re!" She grasped them in her own and ondly stroked them, as If to restore varmth to the long, slim fir ers which ,ave the lie to Mrs. Cobu 3 declara ions. "I've been thinking ah? rning of what you and Brandon posed to ne last night," said Sa.; looking ltraight over the girl's hea& the dark, anguorous, mysterious glow allling her syes. "It is good of you both to want ne, but-" "Now don't seay 'but,' Sara," cried letty. "We mean it, and you must et us have our way." "It would be splendid to be near ~ou all the time, dear; it would be vonderful to live with you as you so ;enerously propose, but I cannot do t. I must decline." "And may I ask why you decline to lye with me?" demanded Hetty re sentfully. "Because I love you so dearly," said lara. THE END. Pigeon Makes 700-Mile Trip.. Thirteen-year-old Maion O0ram of ioldfield, Nev., Is in her new San rrancisco home today, and so is Dizzy, ecording to a dispatch to the New cork Sun. Dizzy is not a homer, but .for an or linary pigeon It has an acute travel ng sense. It followed its little mis ress all the 700 miles by train from oldfield to San Francisco, and then o her home here. Marion kissed Dizzy ;ood-by at Goldfield. and then wept. she looked out of the car window and there was Dizzy. She took it In, :dssed it again and tossed it out once nore. But the pigeon wouldn't go back. Vhen the Olrams got on the ferry at )akland, across the bay from San Trancisco, Dizzy alighted on the girl's ,rm. / island Paradise of Birds. On one little island in Gatun lake, ormerly known as Lion Hill, before he Impounded waters of the Chagres -iver isolated if, from the rest of the lanal Zone, are more species of birds han in any one locality in the west rin hemisphere. E. A. Goldman of the ,iological survey, department of agri ~ulture, in two short collecting trips o Panama has procured about 300 [ifferent species, and it is estimated hat a larger variety Is to be found. vithin the lmits of the Canal Zone han in any one state in the United tates-about 900. In the neighborhood of Gatun, at the ttlantic entrance of the Canal Zone, 10 less than 250 species have been 'ound. Good Ones. "Do you want me to misrepresent he goods and say they are fine when hey are not?" asked the new sales nan. "Yes," sternly answered the un crupulous dealer. "Always remem-. >er that our assets are your lie-abil ties." tressed proper and right. We are so veary of switches and rats, Billy lurke clusters and peach basket hats; vads of jute hair in a horrible pile tacked on their heads to 'the 'titght~ 'f a mile. Something is wron~g with he maidens, we fear. Give uste irlies we once knew of yore, whose. urls didn't come from a hair-dress rig store; maidens who dressed with ,sensible view and just as Dame Na, uire intended them to. Glie us a girl .ith a figure her own and fashioned ivinely by Nature alone. Feminina tyle is getting flercer each year-ce lye us the girls as they used to aj ear.-Kansas City Star. Looking Sackward. He was not very 1sober and had rid' en for an hour o two in the taxi ab when the chau ur stopped. "How iuch do I owe?" ed the passengen Eighteen shilli and sixpence, sir," GITY. OFMONUMENTS French Capital Very interesting in This Respect. Every Highway and Garden Appears But the Background for a Work of Art-Tomb of Napoleon In spires Patriotic Feeling. Paris.-Paris is so full of interesting monuments that it is a never-ending delight to wander aimlessly about the town in order to be surprised by some graceful nymph in bronze or some handsome god in stone. Every high way and garden appears but the back ground for a work of art designed to please the eye sensitive to beauty. Whatever be the nature of the Paris monument, it seldom fails to inspire some emotion. One cannot visit the impressive tomb of Napoleon at the Invalides without a feeling of patriot ism. The lovely fountain of Carpeaux, in the Luxembourg gardens, is an in spiration for the poet and dreamer; and the Chapelle Expiatoire, in the Rue des Mathurins, one of the least known monuments of Paris, calls forth tears of pity. It is hardly possible to enter Chapelle Expiatoire without a feeling of sorrow for the'indiscreet butterfly who flew too near the flame of Destiny, the fascinating Madame Deficit, the execrated Madame Veto of the pamphleteers. The edifice, which, unfortunately, is not as beautiful as it might be, is the work of the architects Percier and Fontaine, and was erected shortly after the Restoratfon, on the site of the old burial ground of the Made leine, where the victims of the insa, tiable guillotine found their final rest ing place. Here were the graves of the noble Swiss Guards, of beautiful Char lotte Corday, of Philippe Egalite, Madame Roland, Madame Dubarry, Camille Desmoulins, Danton, Bailly and many others, and here, too, jhe bodies of Louis XVI and Marie An toinette were hastily Interred in open coffins filled with quicklime. Had it not been for the. loyalty of a few royalists the actual grave of the king and queen might easily have been lost in oblivion. As it happened, the spot was carefully noted and pur chased in 1796 by one Desclozeaux. In 1815, when the horrors of the revolu tion had passed like an evil dream, the remains were disinterred, the skulls, a few bones and the elastic metal gar ters worn by the ill-fated Autichienne at the time of her execution were.re interred at St. Denis with the r which had been denied them b Republic One and Indivisibl abnd the original coffins, worth six-francs each, containing the dust ,of the' king and queen, were placel -in the vault illus trated above. In the chapelle also are two interesting groups in white mar ble. One represents the apotheosis of Louis XVI. The king is shown sup ported by an angel, presumably In the person of Abbe Edgeworth saying the immortal words, "Son of St. Louis, ascend to heaven."' The statue is exceedingly interest ing by reason of the fact that it is the only one of Louis XVI in all Paris. Affixed to the pedestal Is a slab of black marble, on which the will of the unhappy monarch is reproduced in gold lettezg. The second group shows Marie An toinette kneeling at the foot of a fig Altar Containing the Dust of Marie Antoinette and Louis XVI. ure symbolizing "'Religion." The lat ter bears the features of Madame Eliz abeth, the queen's sister-in-law. The Widow Cap'et's last letter, so full of calm dignity and pious resignation, is also sealed to the plinth. The actual vault or altar, which Is surrounded by wreaths dated 21 Jan vier, 1793, and 16 Octobre, 1793, is placed below on the original level of the cemetery, and is reached by a flight of stone steps. WILL FILED AFTER 50 YEARS Papers Written by George Harding of St. LouIs DIsposed of a Ne gro Slave. Omaha, Neb.-A curious will made in 1863, by George Harding in St. Louis, and disposing of a negro slave, has beeni filed in Omaha, more than fifty years after it was written. 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