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BE 1 Under By FRED Author Copyright, 1005. by the "You came," he said. "Yes, bul how ?" "What matters It?' she answered "Perhaps It was magic and the eel doors flew open at iny touch." "I can almost believe It," he return ed. And his glance fell thoughtfully frou her to the couch. Before the assault he had lain at night upon the strau on the floor, and this unhoped for 1m munity from the dampness of tlx RtOllAS or flip RCiiniruirlnir of oooo?lo,?n rats suggested another starting poim for mental inquiry. She smiled, read Ing the Interrogation on his face. "One of. the turnkeys furnished tin bed." she remarked shrewdly. you like it?" "Tt is a better couch than I hnv< been accustomed to," he replied, in no wise misled by her response and sur mislng that her solicitation had pro cured him this luxury. "Nevertheless the night has seemed strangely long." "It has been long," she returned moving toward the window, "a weei and more." "You tell me I have lain here I week?" he asked finally, recalling ob scure memories of faintly seen faces and voices heard as from afar. "And more," she repeated. ^ For some moments he remained si w' lent, passing from Introspection to c current of thought of which she could know nothing?the means he had tak en to thwart the ambitious projects ol the king's guest. "Has Cnillette returned?" he contln ued, with ill disguised eagerness. "Caillette?" she answered, lifting hei brows at the abruptness of the inquiry "Has he been away? I had not no tlced. I do not know." "Then is be still absent," said tin Jester decisively. "Had he coine bad you would have heard." Quickly she looked at him. Calllette Spain! Those were the words he bac y often uttered in his delirium. Altliougl i he seemed much better and the hoi flush had left his cheeks, his fantasj evidently remained. .. "A week and over!" resumed the fool more to himself than to his companion "But he still may return before th< duke is wedded/' "And if he did return?" she asked wishing to humor him. "Then the duke is not like to marrj the princess," he burst out. "Not like?to marry!" she replied sud denly and moved toward him. Hei clear eyes were full upon him. Closelj She studied his worn features. "Not like?but he has married her]" The Jester strove to spring to hii feet, but his legs seemed as relaxed at his brain urns dazed. "Has married? Impossible!" he ex claimed fiercely. "They w to wedded two days since,* she went on quietly, possibly regret > ting that surprise or she knew not whai had made her speak. "Wedded two days since!" He repeated It to himself, striving t< ' realize what It meant. "You must have your drollery," In said unsteadily at length. ^ She did not reply, and he continued to question her with his eyes. Quit* still-she remained save for .an almos imperceptible movement ot;brea thing Against the dull beams from the apcr tute above her hair darkly"framed tiei face, pale, dim u^th half lights, llluso ry. When he again spoke his volc< sounded new to his own ears. "How could the princess have hem married? Even If I have lain here ai long as you say, the day for the wed ding was set for at least a week frt>n now." "But changed," she responded unex pectedly. \ "Changed 1" he cried, sitting on th< edge of the couch and regarding he As though he doubted he had bean aright. "Why should It have beei changed?" "Because the duke became a mos Impatient suitor," she answered. "Dal ly he grew more eager. Finally to at tain bis end he importuned the count ess. She laughed, but good naturedli .jgdfeded to bis request and In turn importuned tbe king, who generously yielded. ,\t hns been a rare laughing matter at court that the duke, who appeared tbe least passionate adorer, should really have been such a restlesc one.'* . "Dolt that I have been!" exclaimed the jester, with more anger, It seemed to the girl, than Jealousy. "And so hethey are gone, Jacqueline?' "Yes," she returned, surprised at hli language and for the first time won dcrlng If the duke's wooing admitted of other complications than she -had suspected. "They are on their way U the duke's kingdom." "His kingdom!" said the fool, wltl derision. "But go on. Tell me abou iit, Jacqueline?how they set out oi J their Journey." "They were married in the Obapelh de la Trlnlte," responded tbe girl, hesi tatlng. Then, with an odd side look she went on rapidly: "The bridal part; made an imposing cavalcade; theprln cess In her litter behind a number o maids on horseback. Besides tb groom's own men the king sent i strong escort to .the border, and thu It was a numerous company that rod from the castle, with colors flying am tilt VIUWW hflqdkprchlef flutter^ & ' the Rose ERIC S. ISHAM, of "Tho Strollers'* BOWEN-MERRILL COMPANY t from her litter a last farewell." "A last farewell!" repeated the fool. . "A splendid picture, Jacqueline. They I all shouted Te Dcuui. and none stood there to warn her." "To warn!" retorted the Jestress. "Not a maid but envied her that spccj tacle?the magnificence and splendor!" t "But not what will follow," he said r and, lying back on his conch, closed his eyes. > The free baron must have known the 1 emperor was In Spain and had met the t fool's stratagem with a final masterly - meneuver. The bout wns over, the first great bout; but In the next?would ? there be a next? Jacqueline's words > now Implied a doubt. j "You nre soon to leave here," she ? said, "for Paris." "Why am I to leave for Paris?" he . remarked absently. . i "Because they are going to take you I thf^rP-" Potnrii<w1 - ~ IV VC U1CU US U heretic." He started and again sat up. , "In your room was found a book by i Calvin. Now a heretic need expect no mercy. They are placed In cages hung i from beams over the Are." Abruptly . she arose. "Would you escape such ) a fate?" she added. He remained silent, thinking that If the mission to the emperor miscarried his own position might, indeed, be past i mending. If the exposure of the free I baron were long delayed, the fool's as. surance in his own ultimate release t might prove but vain expectation. In Paris the trial would doubtless not be protracted. From the swift trlbuunl to the slow flre constituted no compllr cated legal process, and appeal there . was none, save to the king, from whom - might be expected little mercy, less j Justice. 3 "Escape!" the Jester answered, dwell* i ing on these matters. "But how?" "By leaving this prison," she answer! ed, lowering her voice. I He glanced significantly at the walls, ? the windows and the door, beyond t which could be heard the tread of the r Jailer and the clanking of the keys hanging from his girdle. , "I would have done that long since, . Jacqueline, if I had had my will," he i replied. "Are .you,strong enough to attempt it?" she remarked doubtfully, scanning the thin face before her. r "Your words shall make me so," he retorted. And, looking Into his glitter- i lng eyes, she almost believed him. r "Not today, but tomorrow," the girl r added thoughtfully. "Perhaps then"? t "I shall be rendy," he broke in Impatiently. "What must I do?" 1 "Not driuk this wine I have brought, 1 but give it to the turnkey in the morning. Invite him to share it, but take . * none yourself, feigning sudden illness. ; He will not refuse, being always sharp j set for a cup. Although he drinks ' * many tankards and pitchers every day, yet will this small bottle make him drowsy. You will leave while he is sleeping." > "In the daylight, mistress?" he asked : eagerly. "Why not wait"? * "No," she said decisively, "there is | no other way. This turnkey is only a * day watchman. It is dangerous, but 9 the best plan that suggests itself. I t know many unfrequented corridors j '* and passages through the old part of ' the castle the king has not rebuilt and ; r a road at the back now little used that k runs through the wood and thicket 9 down the hill. It is a desperate chance, buf^,5v 1 "Tbe'tffaiger of remaining is more 1 despecgtte/' ho Interrupted quickly. "Besides, we shall not fail. It Is in the 1 book of fate." His expression changed; became fierce, eager. "Are you, indeed, the arbiter of that fate, the sorceress Triboulet feared?" 9 "Ton are thinking of the duke," she ? answered, with a frown, "and that if you escape"? 1 "Truly you are a sorceress," he re. I plied, with a smile. "I confess life has grown sweet." " 1 She moved abruptly toward the door. r "Nay, I meant not to offend you," he " spoke up, more gently. " "It Is your own fortunes you ever Injure," she retorted, gaslng coldly back at him. "One moment, sweet Jacqueline. Why did you not go with the princess?" 1 Her face changed, grew dark; from eyes deep and gloomy she shot a 1 qnick glance upon bim. ; "remap#?because I like the court too well to leave It," abe answered mockingly and, vouchsafing no further word, quickly vanished. It was only | when she had gone the Jester suddenly . remembered be had forgotten to thank ( her for what she had done In the past or what she proposed doing on the ^ morrow. t CHAPTER XVII. 1 "J sjt 1RULY are you% right proper ( ? I fool, for a man merry In HBHh adversity Is as wise as r VKaB Master Rabelais. Many the time have I heard him say a fit of f laughter drives away the devil." >- "Ah, you know the great philosopher, f then?" commented the Jester from the e couch, closely watching the sottish, ina temperate face of his keeper and run nlng his glance over the unwieldy form which bade fair to outrival one of the 4 wine butts in the castle collar. I votary. "I have e'en been admitted to Jils table. Not for my wit was I thus honored, but because a giant flagon appeared but a child's toy In my hands. How my heart swelled- with pride! And then?and then"? | With a crash the bottle fell from the hand of the keeper to the stone floor. ; The massive body swayed on the small , stool and followed the bottle. "Why," thought the fooi, "If Jacqueline fails me not all may yet be well." But even as he thus reflected the door of the cell opened, and a face white as a lily looked In. Her glance passed hastily to the motionless figure, and an expression of satisfaction cross- j ed her features. "The keys I" she said, and the Jester, t bending over tho prostrate jailer, de- I tnehed them from his girdle. "Lock the door when we leave," She ; continued. "The other keeper does toot come to relieve him for six hours." "It would be on offset for the many times he has locked me In," -answered j the fool. "Is this a time for jesting," exclaim- | cd the girl impatiently, "and by' delay increasing our danger?" "Our danger!" He started. Since she had first broached the subject of escape but one sweet and nil absorbing idea had possessed hIra?retaliation. Liberty was the means to that end, and every other thought and consideration bad given way. to this desire. He had fallen asleep with the free baron's dark features imaged on ins revered brain; when he had awnkened the morbid fantasy had not left lilni. But now, at her words, in her "The keytl" presence, a new light was suddenly shed upon the enterprise, and he paused, : abruptly even ns he turned to leavo * the cell. With growing wonder sho watched his altered features. "Well." eba uciaimea impatiently. "Why do you stand there?" "Should I escape, you, Jacqueline," would remain to bear the brunt," he said reflectively. "The jailer, when lie awakes, will tell the story?wb'o brought tbe wine, who succored the prisoner. To go but one course Is open"?and he glanced down upon tbe prostrate man?"to silence him forever!" She started and half shrank from him. "Could you do It?" He 6book his head. "In fair contest I would have slain him, but now?It Is not he, but I who am helpless. And yet what is such a sot's life worth? Nothing; everything. Farewell, sweet jestress. I must trust to other means, and?thank 3'ou." The outstretched hand she seemed not to see, but tapped the floor of the cell yet more Impatiently with her foot, as was her fashion when angered. Here was the prison door open and the captive, enamored of confinement, at the culminating point conjuring reasons why he should not flee. To have gone thus far, to have eliminated the Jailer and then to draw back, with the keys In his hand?truly no scene in a comedy could be more extravagant. The girl laughed nervously. "What egotists men are!" she said. "Oood Sir Jester, in offering you liberty I am serving myself?myself, you understand!" she repeated. "Let us hasten on, lest in defeating your own purpose you defeat mine." "What will you answer when he"? indicating the drugged turnkey?"accuses you?" "Was ever such perversity!" was all she deigned to reply, biting her Up. "You are somewhat willful yourself, Jacqueline," he retorted, with that smile which so exasperated ber. "Listen," she said at length, slowly, Impressively. "You need have no fear for me when you go. I tell you that more danger remains to me by your staying than in your going; that your obstinacy leaves me unprotected; that your compliance would be a boon to me. By the memory of my mother, by the truth of this holy book"?drawing a little volume passionately from her boeom?"I swear to what I have told you." Eagerly her eyes met his searching go.se, and he read in their depths only truth and candor. "I have a quest for you. It concerns my Mfe, my happiness. AH I have done for yon has been for this end." Her eyee fell, but she raised tbem 'again quickly. "Will you accept a mission from one who Is not a princess?" "Name her not!" exclaimed the jester sharply, and then, recovering himself, added less brusquely, "What la it you want, mistress?" "This Is no time nor place to tell It," she went on rapidly, seeing by h{p face that his dogged humor had melted before her appeal, "but soon, before we part, you shall know all?what It is I wish to Intrust In your trairas." A moment she waited. "Your argument is unanswerable, Jacqueline," he aid finally. "I own myself puaaled. but I believe you, so--hav? your way." "This cloak, theu," Lauding hlui a garment she had. brought with her, "throw It over you," she continued hurriedly. "If we meet any one It may serve as a disguise. Afcd here Is a sword," bringing forth a weapon that she had curried concealed beneath a flowing mantle. "CMn you use It?" "I can but try, Jacqueline," he replied, fastening the girdle about his waist and half drawing and then thrusting the blade back into the scabbard. "It seems a priceless weapon," be added, his eye lingering on the richly Inlaid hilt, "and has doubtless been wielded by a gallant hand." "Speak not of that," she retorted sharply, a strange flash in her eyes. "He who handled It was the bravest, noblest"? She broke off abruptly, and they left the cell, he locking the door behind him. Down the dimly lighted 'passage she walked rapidly, while the Jester tractably and silently followed. Confidently, knowing well the puzzling Interior plan of the old pile, she traversed the lnbyrtntb that was to lead thein without, flqally pausing before a small door, which she tried. "Usually it is unlocked," she said In surprise. "I never knew It fastened before." % "Is that our only way out?" *- "The oniy safe way. Perhaps one of the keys"? But he had already knelt before the door, nnd the young girl watched him with obvious nnxiety. He vainly es pen red not tlie salamander, the king's heraldic emblem, but the almost illegible device of the old constable. Beyond the great ditch outstretched a rolling country, - on which the jester gazed with eager eyes, while bis companion swiftly led the way to a clump of willow and aspen on the other side of the moat. Beneath the spreading brauclies were tethered two horses, saddled and bridled. Wonderlngly he glanced from them to her. "From whence did you conjure them, gentle mistress?" asked the fool. "Some one I knew placed them there." "But why two horses, good Jacqueline?" "Because 1 am minded to show you the path through tho wood," she replied. "You might mistake it, and then my purpose would not be served. Give me your hand, sir. I am wont lo have my own way." And as he reluctantly extended his palm she placed her foot upon it, springing lightly to the saddle. " 'Tis but a cauter through the fortst. The day is glorious, and 'twill be rare sport." Already had she gathered In the reins and turned her horse, galloping down a road that swept through a grove of poplar and birch, and he after a moment's hesitation rode after her. Like one born to the chase she kept her seat, her lithe figure swaying to the movements of the steed. Boon the brighter green of her gown fluttered amid the somber tinted pines and elms as the younger forest growth merged Infn a forn nf-nv ryt archs. Here reigned an austere silence, n stillness that now became the more startllngly broken. "You ride farther, JacquelineY' said the fool. "A little farther." "It will be far to return," he protested. "I lmve no fear," she answered tranquilly. Again he let her hare her way as one would yield to a willful child. On and on they sped, past the place where me aeer run crossed me oroader path, through an ever varying for eat, now on ose side a rocky basin overrun with trees and shrubs; again, on the other hand, a great gorge In whose depths flowed a whispering stream. Yonder appeared the gray walls of an ancient monastery, one part only of which was habitable; a turn In the road swallowed It up as though abruptly to complete the demolition time was slowly to bring about On and on, until the way became wilder and the wood more overgrown with bushes ami tangled shrubbery, when she suddenly stopped her horse. He understood. At last they were to part And, remembering what he owed to her, the jester suddenly found tBtrSUteK here., their IIMIIII il s?rEMllll B#jeu mi me Kej*8 snve one, ninl that be now strove to flt to the lock. It slipped in snugly and the stubborn bolt shot back. Entering, he closed the door behind tbem and hastily looked around. dl? covering that they stood in n crypt, the central part of which was occupied by a.burial vault. In the crypt chapels were a number of statues in marble and bronze, most of tbeui rude, antique, yet not of indifferent workmanship, especially one before which the <estress, in spite of the exigency of the moment, stopped as if impelled by an irresistible Impulse. This monument, so rend the inscription, had been erected by the renowned constable of Dubrois to his young and faithful consort Anne. But a part of a minute the girl gazed, with a new and softened expression, upon the marble likeness of the last fair mistress of the castle and theu hurriedly crossed the old mosaic pavement, reaching a narrow flight of stairs, which she swiftly ascended. A door that yielded to the fool's shoulder led into a deserted court, on one iride of which were the crumbling walls pf the chapel. Here several dark birds perched uncannily on the dead branch of a "tansslvc oak that bad been shattered by lightning. In its desolation t&e oak might have been typical of iMflTprofrd family, once rulers of the c^ls? 'wr"ho8e corporeal strength bad lontf-etnce mingled with the This opfcp space tne two fugitives quickly traversed, passing through a high arched entrance to an olden bridge that spanned a moat. I.<ong ago had the feudal gates been overthrown by Francis, yet above the keystone ap dering shower of gifts, tbe complacent, j although respectful, attentions of the i king; how she had endured these advances until no course remained save the one she had taken! No, she could uot tell the duke's fool all this. Between folle and fugitive fell a mutual reserve. Did he divine some portion of the truth? Are there momenta when the mind, tuned to a tension, may almost feci what another experiences? Why had the girl not gone with her mistress? He remembered he had evaded this question when he had asked It. Looking at her, for the first time It crossed his mind she would be held beautiful, an odd, strange beauty, Imperious, yet girlish, and the conviction crept over him there might be more than a shadow of excuse for her mad flight Beneath his scrutiny her face grew cold, disdainful. "Like all men," she aid sharply, as though to stay the trend of his thoughts, "you are prodigal in promises, but chary in fulfillment." "Where is it your pleasure to go?" he asked quietly. j "That we shall speak of hereafter," she answered haughtily. "Forward, then." "I can Hrle on alone " aha damiiifaA "ir"Nay; 'tis I who crave the quest," ha returned gravely. Her face broke Into smiles. "What a devoted cavalier!" she exclaimed. "Come, then. Let us ride out into the world. At least it is bright and shinlug today. Do you fear to follow me, sir, or do you believe with the hunchback that I am an enchantress and cast over whom I will the spell of diablerie?" "You may be an enchantress, mistress, but the spell you cast is not diablerie," he answered In the same tone. "Fine words!" she said mockingly, i "But it remains to be seen Into what a i world 1 am going to lead you," and rode on. I -iigy XV&n kitott ft* paths separated rorover. swiftly ms mind flew back to their flrst meeting, when she hml flouted him in Fools' hnU. A perverse, capricious mnid?how she hod ever crossed him, and yet nursed him! Attentively he regarded her. The j customary pallor of her face had given j way to n faint tint; her eyes were hu- j mid, dewy bright; beneath the little cap the curling tresses would have been the despair of those later day re- J formers, the successors of Calvlnlsts ! and Lutherans. "A will o' the wisp," he thought. "A man might follow and never grasp her." Did she read what he felt, that mingled gratitude and perplexity? Her clear eyes certainly seemed to have n i peculiar mastery over the thoughts of i : others. Now they expressed only mock' ery. j "The greater dunger is over," she snid quietly. "From now on there is less fenr of your being tnken." "Thanks to you!" lie answered, searching her with his glance. Here he doubted not she would make known the quest of which she hud ] spoken. Whatever it might be, he I would faithfully requite her, even to making his own purpose subservient to it. "It is now time," she said demurely, "to acquaint you with the mission. Of course you will nccept it'/" "Can you ask?" he answered earnestly "You promise?" "To Berve you with my life." "Then we had better go on," she continued. "But, mademoiselle, I thought"? "That we were to part here? Not at : all. I nm not yet ready to leave you. I i In fact, good Master Jester, I am going | | with you. I am the quest; I nm the j . mission. Are you sorry you promised?" CHAPTER XVIII. HE the quest, the mission! With growing amazement he i USES gazed nt her, but she returned his look as though enjoying his surprise. "You do not seem overplensed with the prospect of my company?" she observed. "Or perhaps you fear I may incumber you?" with mock irony. "Confess, the service is more onerous than you expected?" Beneath her flushed yet smiling face lay a nervous earnestness he could divine, but not fathom. "DifTcrcut, certainly," he answered limftnnnlv -?. Her eyes flashed. "How complimentary you are!" "For your owu sake"? "My sake!" she exclaimed passionately. Her little hand closed fiercely; proudly her eye3 burned into his. ) "Think you I have taken this step Idly? I That it Is but the caprice of a moment? i Ob, no, no! It was necessary to flee J itviu hit; ktkjxm**. *.'uw iv ti uv/iu ? j a woman turn? Not to any of the : court?tools of the king;. One person i only was there; he whose life was as i good as forfeited. Do you under. stand?" "That my life belongs to you? Yes. But that you should leave the court? where you have influence, friends"? "Influence! Friends!" ' He was startled by the bitterness of her voice. ! "Tell me, Jacqueline?why do you wish to go?" he said wonderlngly. "Because I wish to," she returned briefly and stroked the shining neck of her horse. | Indeed, how could she apprise him of events which were now the talk of the court?how Francis, evincing a sudden Interest as strong as It was unexpected, had exchanged Trlboulet for herself, and the princess, at the king's request, had taken the buffoon with her and left the girl behind; the Jestress' welcome to the household of the queen of Navarre, a subseouent bewll ???????w? hind. The character of tho country had changed. Sonic time ago they had passed out of the wild forest and hud begun to traverse a great, level plain, broken with stubble. As far us the eye could reach no other human figures were visible; the land outstretched apparently without end; no habitations dotted the luudscapc and the sole signs of life, wheeling birds of prey, languidly floated in the air. At length she glanced around. Was it to reassure herself the Jester rode near, that she had not, unattended, entered that forbidding territory? Then she paused ubruptly uijd the fool approached. "By this ttme the turnkey should be relieved," she said. "But not released," he answered, holding up the keys which he yet woro at his girdle. "They will have to come a long distance to flnd them," he continued, and threw the keys far away upon the sward. jiiey may 1101 uunK gr rollowing on this road nt all," she returned. "It Is the old castle thoroughfare, long since disused." "And leads where?" "Southward, to the main road." "How come you to know It?" he asked quickly. "How? Because I lived In the castle before the king built the palace and the new thoroughfare," she answered slowly. "You lived In the castle, then, when It was the residence of the proud constable of Dubrols? You must have been but a child," he added reflectively. "Yes, but children may have long memories." "In your case, certainly. How well you knew all the passages and corridors of the castle!" She responded carelessly and changed the conversation. The thoroughfare broadening, for the remainder of the day they pressed forward side by side. But a single human flgure during all those hours they encountered, and that when the afternoon had fairly worn away. For some time they had pursued their Journey silently, when at a turn In the road the horse of the Jester shied and started back. At the same time on unclean, offensive looking monk in Franciscan attire arose suddenly out of the stubble by the wayside. In his linnd he held a heavy staff, newly cut from the forest, a stock which In his brawny arms seemed better adapted for a weapon than ns a prop for his sturdy frame. From the rope girdle about his waist depended a rosary whose great beads would have served tfue fingers of Cyclops nnd a most diminutive, leathern bound prayer book. At the appearance of the fool nnd his companion lie opened an enormous mouth and In a voice proportionately large began to whine right vigorously: "Charity, good people, for the mother church! Charity in the name of the Holy Mother! In the name of the IsteV'St^ofinr^t: Peter," St"?then broke off suddenly, staring stupidly at the Jester. "The duke's fool!" he exclaimed. "What are you doing here? A plague upon It! You have as many lives as a monk." "Call you yourself a monk, rascal?" asked the Jester contemptuously. "At times. Charity, good fool!" the canting rogue again began to whine, edging nearer. "Charity, mistress, for the snke of the prophets and the disciples, the seven sacraments, the Feast of the Tentecost and the Tassover! In the name of the holy fathers, St. Sebastian, St. Michael, St."? But the fugitives had already sped on, and the unregenerate knave turned his pious eloquence Into an unhallowed channel of oaths, waving his staff menacingly after them. "I fear me," said the Jester when they had put a goodly distance between themselves and the solitary figure, "j'onder brother craves almsgiving with his voice and enforces the bounty with his staff. Woe betide the good Samaritan who falls within reach of his pilgrim's prop." "You knew bltn?" she asked. "I had the doubtful pleasure," he answered. "He was hired to kill me." "Why?" In surprise. "Because the duke wanted me out of the way." I She asked no further questions, although he could see by her brow she was thinking deeply. Was the duke, H... 1 ii At iiicu, uu uvuwr inuu u common nssassln? She frowned, then gave an Impatient exclamation. "It is inexplicable," she Mid, and rode the faster.. (to bb cowtwukd.] He Didn't. "Ave you a suitor for Miss Brown's hand?" "Yes, but I didn't" "Didn't what?" "Suitor." tNew Version. As the colored philosopher hiked down the With visions of hot chicken He said. "It Is true that a bird In the sack Is worth two or three In the Candid, Young Poet?What do you think of my spring poem? Editor? I think the spring you got it from must have been dry. This Is Fame. "I aay, Snlvelly, my portrait la in all the papers." "What disease have you been cured r tfrrrniKTiiOT^ t ? i