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the lilies of his love.
The lilies of the love of God—we know
them fur away.
Whether it * dreary winter or the mead-
ows < • the May '
He said: "Behold the lilies!—1They toll
not, neither spin,"
But He took the little ehildren, and He
brought the lilies In.
When lonely. In a land afar, He went
to where the poor
Were sht Iterless, and 'gainst the wind
He barred the stormy door.
He did not speak of prophets to make
His work complete.
But smiled upon the Magdalen that
bathed with tears His feet.
"Consider now the lilies!" • • • think,
how He gave the tomb
Its glory and Its grandeur—Its splendor
and Its bloom;
When He came from Death's own dark-
ness- from the valleys of despair,
With splendid lilies of her love a wom-
an first was there.
"Consider now the lilies"—I wonder If,
to-day,
The Mnal message came to ine to go from
life away,
Would lie not think of the sorrows of
this bitter earthly sod
And take me to His breast as them—the
lilies of our Ood ?
—P. L. Stanton, In Atlanta Constitution.
Little France
A romance OF the days when
' the great lord hawke" was
king OF the sea
BY
Cyrus Townsend Phady
Author of "Commodore Paul Jones,"
"Reuben James." "For the Free-
dom of the Sea," etc.
1 «———
Copyright, i:01. by 1J. Appletou A Co.. New Tork.
CHAPTER XXV.—-Continued.
The Breton looked stubbornly at the
sailor.
"You are not my master, Monsieur
do Kersaint," he answered.
"Answer his question, Jean-He-
naud," said the marquis sharply.
The old man stared at the two gen-
tlemen in silence.
"Answer it to me, then."
The lips of the old servant remained
sealed.
"You dog!" shouted the marquis fu-
riously. "How dare you disobey my
orders! And to what end? Your si-
lence proves that some one was here.
Who was it? Speak. I command you!
On your allegiance, by your faith,
by the duty you owe me, 1 charge
you. I wish to know who was here.
I will know it! Ten thousand devils!"
he roared, exasperated beyond meas-
ure at the man's stubborn silence.
"Will you speak, or not? As God hears
me, if you do not answer immediate-
ly, J shall pass my sword through
you!"
"That is as monsieur pleases," an-
swered Jean-Renaud sturdily. "Mon-
sieur is a gentleman, and I am only
a Br.eton peasant, but I have my ideas
of honor, too. Serving monsieur and
'his son for 50 years in this house,
how could it he otherwise? And my
honor bids me be silent. Monsieur
may kill me. 1 am his man, my life
is his. but monsieur can not make me
speak!"
Furious with rage the marquis short-
ened his arm ami drew back his
sword.
"Strike not, de Chabot!" cried de
Kersaint interposing, laying his hand
upon the other's arm. "What need?
'Tis certain some one is here. The si-
lence of the maid, the acquiescence
of mademoiselle, and the refusal of
this old man to confirm or deny, prove
It beyond a doubt. There is no exit
from this or the other chamber, if 1
remember the castle, save by the door j
through which we came. The man
or woman must be there. Let us
search. Honor your servant for his an- j
cient fidelity, de Chabot. He would
not betray a woman. There is some
one here—some one in the room of |
the woman I love, the woman who is
this night plighted to me. Let us
search That door, yonder? What room
is that?"
Monsieur," cried Anne, stepping
across to the door, her face aflame,
"'tis my bed-chamber. You may not
pass within it but over my body.*
She had not remembered de Yitre,
but she was on fire to protect Grafton.
Yet it was a desperate, a hopeless sit-
uation. No matter, she would fight
for him to the end—they should not
harm him.
"Mademoiselle, assure me 011 the
honor of a de Rohan that there is no
one there and I withdraw."
She endeavored to speak, vainly
moistening her dry lips, but she could
not, so she stood silent and determined
between him and the door behind
which Grafton, his sword out. his blood
up, was in readiness to make a dash
for liberty. But his time was not
yet.
"Enough, de Kersaint," exclaimed
the marquis, "you may not enter those
sacred precincts, but I, an old man,
grandfather to this wayward child,
may go anywhere. Stand aside, Anne—
"Mercy! mercy!" cried the girl,
dropping to her knees before the door.
"Mere de Dieu! Help me, have pity
upon me!"
"Oh. he is in there, then? A mo-
ment. de Kersaint, and you shall have
him before your sword," cried the mar-
quis springing forward.
Grafton thought his hour was come.
But no, nat yet!
"Search no farther," exclaimed a
sharp voice from the other side of the
room, as de Yitre, pale as death, threw
down the screen ami revealed himself,
lie had h ard ail, divined all. Anne
loved him not. He would sacrifice
himself for her. for her lover, pay back
some of the debt he owed to Grafton.
"Oh, thank God, thank God!" cried
Anne, rising to her feat and shrinking
back against the door-frame.
"Monsieur de Vitrei" the marquis
called out. in great surprise.
"Capt. de Vitre, by heaven, what do
you here," demanded de Kersaint,
j springing forward threateningly.
"Messieurs, I came here as the right-
ful betrothed of Mademoiselle Rohan,
j as the man who had received her troth
in New France. Resolved to make one
more appeal to her, I left the banquet
hail to throw myself at her feet."
"Did you come by the invitation of
mademoiselle?" asked de Kersaint.
"No, monsieur. I came unan-
nounced."
"You love this man, mademoiselle?"
"Alas! no, Monsieur de Kersaint,"
answered Anne. "I esteem him. He
sought my hand under peculiar cir-
cumstances in New France. I con-
sented, subject to the acquiescence of
Monsieur le Marquis, and when 1 told
him of it he laughed at me."
'"Twas but a boy and girl affair, de
Kersaint, not worth mentioning," an-
fcwered the marquis.
"But he came here?"
"Yes. yes, monsieur," cried Anne.
"But without an invitation, and, in-
deed, unwelcome. The mystery is now
over. Retire, gentlemen. I beg of you.
This has been too much for me."
The marquis started to speak, when
something caught his eye and he
stopped as if petrified. Resisting his
first impulse to cry out, he slipped
around to the table near the screen,
and covering it with his person re-
mained silent, his gaze fixed in cold
suspicion upon his granddaughter.
As for de Kersaint, he would let him
fight his own battle; afterward he had
other plans. De Kersaint stopped and
thought a moment.
"You came," he said at last to de
Vitre, who stood pale and haggard with
folded arms before him, "without in-
vitation?"
"I have said so."
"Unwelcome?"
"Alas! yes."
"Mademoiselle' did beg him to re-
tire," broke in Jean-Renaud. "I heard
her."
"And monsieur would not go away,"
added Josette, who had regained her
voice.
"Your attentions were not pleasing
to mademoiselle, then?"
'No. monsieur. I fear not."
'By God, sir!" cried the Frenchman
in sudden passion, "you are my exec-
utive officer, my trusted subordinate,
but if I were not about to sail I would
challenge you so that I 'might pass
"WITHOUT, THERE!"
my sword through you! As it Is, sir.
you shall be dismissed the ship. I'll
not sail with you, you disgrace your
uniform!"
In his anger and surprise de Ker-
saint had forgotten about the cloak
and the spy. it seemed.
"Monsieur," cried de Vitre, desper-
ately. at this threat, "think a moment.
I was mad with love for mademoiselle. !
She was my promised bride Never
had she permitted me a greater priv-
ilege than to touch my Hps to her
hand. No one would consider me. ;
I saw happiness slipping from me.
Her beauty crazed me. I forgot my-
self. But 'tis all over now. She does
not love me. She has rejected me
Oh, monsieur, for God's sake, crush
not a broken man! I ask no forgive-
ness, only an opportunity. We sail
to-night. Give me my place upon the
ship. Perchance some fortunate bul- j
let may find my heavy heart. Mon- j
sieur, you were a young man once. !
If you love mademoiselle now, think I
w hat 1 have felt and find some excuse.
—Mademoiselle," he continued, turning
to Anne with a meaning glance, "you i
will not have me, it seems. All the
dreams I have cherished are broken
and shattered. My heart is dust and |
ashes within me. There is left me
but one desire, one hope: since I
may not live and love you. I wish to
die in France. I have done you some
slight service, perhaps, in days gone
by," he went on pleadingly, "will you
not Intercede for me with Monsieur
de Kersaint?"
"Monsieur de Kersaint," cried the
girl, touched by the plea, realizing
that he had given himself up to save
her and her lover, sorry for his mis- I
ery, "will you not heed the request
of Monsieur de Vitre? You were ever
generous, kind. Oh. monsieur, may
not that which has moved you—to
want—me"—she stretched out her
arms toward him—"plead with you I
to excuse him?"
"Mademoiselle," said the count,
looking at her with eyes full of ad- !
miration. "1 can refuse you nothing, j
I can not forget this, but I can forgive
Monsieur de Vitre. You are excuse
enough for anything. By heaven, your
beauty would make any man mad!
Rejoin your ship, Capt. de Vitre
Perhaps there may be no more friend- ;
ship between us. bivt at lesist you may i
do your duty." |
"Thank you, Monsieur de Kersaint.
Monsieur le Marquis, Mademoiselle de
Rohan, farewell!"
"Nay, Monsieur de Yitre, i can not
, part from an old friend thus lightly!"
1 exclaimed the girl, stretching out her
arm. He seized her hand, dropped on
his knees before her, and rested his
forehead upon it.
j "This for life and honor," he whis-
I pered, so that none but she could hear.
| "Think of me sometimes. Farewell!"
1 "Go, monsieur," she said, "and may
God bless you! You have the gratitude,
the eternal remembrance," she whis-
1 pered. "of Anne de Rohan."
"Farewell, mademoiselle," said Ker-
saint. approaching in his turn, "may
God speed the day when I may come
to claim you again. De Chabot, good-
bye. En avant, de Vitre."
"Jean-Renaud, attend Monsieur de
Kersaint," cried the marquis again
as they passed out. "Basile, with-
draw the servants and wait for me at
the end of the passage-way by the
staircase."
CHAPTER XXVI.
GRAFTON WINS AND LOSES.
AS the three men and the
servants left the room,
with an expression of re-
lief so great that she could
not describe it, Anne sank down in
the chair by the table. She thought
her lover extricated at last from his
precarious position. Her emotions
during the last few moments, when she
feared that the marquis would dis-
cover his presence, and then when de
Vitre had so nobly interfered in his
behalf, had been almost more than
she could bear. She forgot for the
moment that the marquis had not gone
with the others. She had not remarked
his suspicious silence, his strange
movement, in the excitement of the
passing moments.
"Now, Modemoiselle de Rohan," he
said harshly, "since this play has been
played out and the actors in the little
comedy have departed, will you be
good enough to explain the situation?
Will you tell me who it was that wore
Josette's cloak; who listened in the
armory; whom you have entertained
in this room, whom you conceal in
your chamber?"
"What mean you, monsieur?" she
faltered, all her terror coming back
again. "Monsieur de Vitre "
"De Vitre is a fool," exclaimed the
marquis angrily, "and yet I admire the
man. He took it all upon himself like
a gallant gentleman."
"Monsieur de Vitre told nothing but
the truth, monsieur."
"Quite so," answered the marquis,
with difficulty restraining himself. He
was in deadly earnest, with the sup-
pressed fury of his most dangerous
moment. "Quite so. I have no doubt
he told the truth. It spoke in his eyes.
But did he tell it all? You answer not.
But what nead? Did Monsieur de
Vitre leave this hat on the table? I
have seen hats like that, mademoiselle,
but upon English heads."
"Monsieur," stammered the girl.
"No more faltering!" continued the
marquis, pacing back and forth before
her. "He is here. A lover in your
room, an Englishman, and you have
betrayed me, betrayed your honor;
you " he used a harsh word from
the camps. "Stand aside!"
He laid his hand roughly on her
arm. She struggled to bar the way,
moaning faintly. The door was thrown
open, the hangings dashed apart, and
Grafton, sword in hand, sprang into
the room. At last!
"Monsieur le Marquis!" he cried, I
"release mademoiselle! By heaven,
no man lays a hand upon her when I
am by, not even though he be her
father!"
"Captain Grafton!" exclaimed the
marquis involuntarily letting go his
granddaughter's wrist and falling
back in great surprise, "you here, sir?"
"Why not? I love the Countess de
Rohan, and. presumptuous as I may
seem. I dare to affirm that she loves
me as well. Indeed, sir, since the mo-
ment I held her in my arms five years
ago in this very chamber at midnight,
and kissed away her tears. I have loved
her. The fortune of war brought me
wounded to her feet in Canada, sir,
and there I found I loved her still;
and, what was more, I learned that
she had not forgotten me. She left
me behind wounded and ill. but I fol-
lowed h^r here. Sir, I have come to
claim her."
"My God!" faltered the marquis, as
if da/.ed by this sudden development
of the situation, "and I trusted her to
your honor!" Hp looked years older
at that instant, his face blanched and
working. Grafton pitied him.
"Monsieur, I pledge you that honor
that I left her as sweet and innocent
a child as when I first knew her."
"And yet you came from her bed-
chamber even now, and you kissed her
at midnight?"
"Twas five years since, sir."
"Do you love this man, Anne?"
"More than heaven itself!" she an-
swered. stepping to his side
"And you came to take her away,
sir, like a thief in the night?" sneered
the marquis, his color coming back as
he mastered his surprise and regained
a portion of his self-command.
"We had gone. sir. a moment since."
broke in Grafton ruthlessly, irritated
by the sneer, "had we not been inter-
rupted."
"Mon Dieu, 'tis impossible you can-
love this Englishman, Anne!"
"An American, sir "
"Peace! 'Tis all one. This officer,
this enemy of France, this commoner!"
"Yes," murmured the girl.
"You love him more than family,
than country, than rank, than station,
than honor?"
"More than all the world, monsieur."
"And you were here alone with him
at midnight in this tower? He kissed
you ?"
"Yes, monsieur, but I was only a
child."
"You nursed him in sickness in Can-
ada?"
"Yes, monsieur."
"Were you about to fly with him this
evening, as he says?"
"Yes."
"And he came from your bed-cham-
ber! Oh, mon Dieu, mon Dieu!"
screamed the old man, passion, de-
spair, wounded pride, quenched ambi-
tion, frantic rage in his voice. "The
deep dishonor of it! This from my
] granddaughter, this from a child of
my ancient house! An innocence
gone, a reputation blasted, a character
compromised!"
"S'death, sir!" burst out Grafton.
"Speak you thus to your own? She
j is as pure as an angel from heaven!
1 As i live, were you not her grand-
| sire, and an old man, I'd strike you
j down!"
i "And I thought her," raged the old
man, contemptuously disregarding
him, "like Caesar's wife, above sus-
picion. Monsieur, you have betrayed
my trust,'•you have violated my sacred
hospitality, you have compromised
my grandchild in the eyes of the
world, you have well-nigh ruined my
house. You belong to a race I have
loathed and hated. This old arm, with-
ered as you see, has used up its
strength in striking blows upon your
people. I would fain have your life,
monsieur," he continued sternly. "Nay,
I shall have it presently; hut before
you die you must cover your actions
before God and man, with the sanc-
tion. the poor sanction of your dishon-
orable name."
"Monsieur," cried Grafton in amaze-
ment, "what mean you?"
"Grandfather," interrupted Anne. "I
am innocent of everything except lov-
ing Monsieur Gral'ton. That I cannot
help. I swear to you that I am—as I
was—when you first took me in your
arms—except for love."
"By heaven, sir," exclaimed Graf-
ton. "are you mad? Can you not see?"
"Silence!" said the old man. "There
must be a wedding here to-night.
Things are permitted a husband which
are denied a lover—wedlock covers
all. Mademoiselle de Rohan, you must
marry this man."
"'Tis the dearest wish of my heart,
sir," cried Anne.
"Monsieur le Marquis," said Philip,
bewildered, "w hat mean you? Do you
consent to my suit, then? Heavens!
'Tis impossible!"
"Consent? No, monsieur, I demand
of you, nay, I order, I command you,
if there is a vestige of honor in you,
that you marry this misguided
girl, that you rehabilitate her in the
eyes of the world."
"The world knows nothing, and thera
is nothing to know, sir."
"In my eyes, then."
It was a puzzling situation. Philip
longed for nothing so much as to call
Anne de Rohan his wife, yet apparent-
ly consenting to this ceremony he
would be putting some sort of stigma
upon her honor or her reputation.
"I can not, monsieur, upon this com-
pulsion." he faltered hesitatingly.
"Philip!" cried Anne, who saw noth-
ing of what was passing in his mind
and who heard only his refusal, his
denial of her. "You refuse me? You
betray my heart? Ah, that woman in
the locket! Oh, mon Dieu, mon grand-
pere, kill me, kill me! He loves me
not, I am rejected!*'
She nearly fainted with the shock
and the agony of the moment.
"Monsieur," said the old marquis,
his eyes gleaming with anger and de-
termination. "will you marry this girl?
Think well before you refuse, sir. The
hand of a de Rohan has been offered
twice to no one before. Say No, and
I kill her before your eyes, and you
shall follow her to death. We may
wash out the stain upon our honor in
blood, perhaps, if not in marriage."
"Enough!" cried Philip, thinking
swiftly of the end to be gained and put-
ting everything else aside. "I take her
gladly, joyfully, thankfully; not from
any threat of yours, old man. but be-
cause I love her, and by giving her my
name I will have the right to protect
her from further insult even from
you."
"Without, there!" called the mar-
quis, stepping to the hall. "Ask Mon-
seigneur the Archbishop of Vannes to
come hither instantly. He has not. yet
left the castle. Speak to your prospec-
tive wife, monsieur, if you will while
we wait. I can promise you no further
opportunities after you are married,"
continued the old man, turning to the
door.
[To Re Continued.]
f
Clock tor Cnleulntor*.
Dr. W. S. Rainsford is a great sal-
mon fisherman. Nearly every summer
he goes salmon fishing among the Ca-
nadian rivers, in a wild and remote
country where the people are quaint.
One day in Canada Dr. Rainsford
lunched with an aged farmer. His
watch had stopped, and he took it out
to set it by the tall hall clock that
stood in the corner. But this clock
proved, upon investigation, to be three
or four hours wrong. "Your clock is
wrong, isn't it?" said Dr. Rainsford po-
litely. "Not a hit wrong." replied the
farmer. "It's you that don't understand
it. When the little hand's stairght up
and the big hand's straight down, it
strikes ten, but the right time's five
o'clock. Then," added, "you've nothing
to do but calculate."—Cincinnati En-
quirer.
Hen I Mil fieri uu.
s "Alas!" sighed the young widow.
"It is the province of woman to suffer
in silence."
"In silence!" echoed the old bach-
elor. "Well, that must he suffering,
indeed."—Chicago Daily News.
RICHES COME FAST
TO BOY BLUEBEARD
BOGUS TITLE ALLURING TO
WEALTHY WOMEN.
LATEST PARIS SENSATION
Son of a Nice Hatter Proves a Veri-
table Johann Hoch for Europe—
Wives Die Suddenly When
He Gets Money.
Paris.—The fascination exercised by
a good-looking boy adventurer over a
number of wealthy women formed the
thread of an amazing story, as roman-
tic in its outlines as its details are sor-
did, which the public prosecutor told
at the Paris assizes.
If the prosecutor's story is substan-
tiated, a "boy Bluebeard" without a
peer has been discovered.
Two men and a woman are 011 trial
for attempting to obtain $150,000 by
fraud. The interest of the case cen-
tered around one prisoner, a young man
calling himself Marquis de Massa-Malsa-
pina.
According to the public prosecutor,
his real name is Massa, and he is the
son of a Nice hatter. He is now 24,
and for the last seven years he has been
living 011 the credulity of wealthy wom-
en, some of whom he married, and two
of whom have died under mysterious
circumstances.
After he had received a good educa-
tion at the Nice Lycee he began to con-
tribute society news to the Riviera pa-
pers. In this way he had the entry to
a number of ladies' houses, and he soon
began to live tlie life of a wealthy society
man. The want of a title was a draw-
back to his social success, so he assumed
that of t he Marquis de Massa-Malaspina.
Leads Spendthrift Life.
It is alleged that he then began to live
a spendthrift life upon money which he
extracted from well-to-do society wom-
en. Professional beauties, the daugh-
ters of well-to-do tradesmen, and wom-
en of all classes were brought within
his mesh.
When necessary he did not hesitate
to contract marriage. In Vienna he
captivated a wealthy ladv. the Countess
Kufstein. who. according to the public
THREATENED TO SHOOT
WEALTHY BALL PLAYERS.
Staten Island Woman Objects to the
Game Neal Her Property—No
Tragedy Reported.
New York.—Perched on a chair, with
a pistol in her hand ready to shoot
anyone that might enter her proper-
ty, Mrs. Marie Stoutsandt. a wealthy
woman of New Dorp, Staten Island,
watched the members uf the Empire
club play ball on a plot of ground ad-
joining her own.
Fortunately the ball remained oa
the diamond. Had it roiled upon her
property Mrs. Stoutsandt declared she
would have positively killed tile per-
son who went after it.
The Empire club Is made up of
prominent railroad officials of Man-
hattan. who have summer homes on
Staten Island. Once a week the m'em-
r.iH'li In It. l'lnrr.
Willie—Pa, is there any difference
between a violin and a fiddle?
Pa—Yes, indeed, my Ron. If you hear
It at a concert or opera It's a violin,
but when the man next door plays It,
ll'a a liddle.—Philadelphia Luduer.
TiiK YOI'THFI'L 13LI KUKAliD MADE
LOVE TO WEALTHY WOMEN
OP TITLE.
prosecutor, was possessed of great
wealth, and had estates in France ab
well as Austria. She took the false
marquis to her chateau at Ettel, in the
department of Morbihan.
There his extravagance and the prodi- j
gality with which lie spent her money I
made him notorious all over the country-'
side. He quarreled with the local may-
or. and on that official making some in- i
quiry which brought his identity ro
light Massa decamped.
lie turned up next at Marseilles in
19U0. He was then 17. There he met
Mine. Auger, a lady 2"> years older than
himself, and married her after she had
settled on him t'^e sum of $100,000.
Less than a year after, while traveling
with her boy husband in Russia, she
died suddenly and mysteriously. The
manner of her death, said the prose-
cutor, was suspicious and has never
been satisfactorily cleared up.
Gives Away an Estate.
The youthful widower then went to
Algeria, taking with him the $100,000
which lie had secured from his dead
wife's estate. He bought an estate
there, and after living on it for a few
months presented it to a young soldier
with whom he had contracted a close
friendship.
He was next heard of in Paris in 1902,
where he married the daughter of a
wealthy widow named Palllet, receiv-
ing with her a marriage portion of $10.-
000. He took her to Tunis, where she
died so suddenly and so mysteriously
that the police ordered an inquiry.
He is now under arrest, in conjunc-
tion with a:i adventuress styling herself
the Countess Chatlllon ami a needy bar-
rister. on a charge of conspiring to rob
the executors of a rich man by a forged
i o r.
KKVOLVKit IN HAND, SHE WARNED
THEM TO KEEP OFF THE
GROUNDS.
bers who are married bring their fam-
ilies to witness the game.
Mrs. Stoutsandt called on Magistrate
Marsh at Stapleton and asked for war-
rants for all the members who ilay
ball. The magistrate refused, and she
decided to take the law into her own
hands.
Going to a hardware store she pur-
chased a revolver. Appearing on the
field just as the members were assem-
bling. she asked them not to play.
They Informed her that it was not her
property and decided to go on with
the game.
"You will have to take your medi-
cine then," said Mrs. Stoutsandt. "If
the ball comes over on my property 1
will shoot the person who dares to go
after It."
She then came out with a chair, and,
gun in band, watched throughout tho
game.
WIDOW WEDS FARM HAND.
Latter Proposes and Is Accepted
While He Is Going for License
foi* Employer.
Butler, Pa.—Christian Otto, of Butler
township, the other day made informa-
tion against ilarvey II. Hayes for as-
sault and battery and for kidnaping
three children of Mrs. Otto's, the chil-
dren's name being Hagen.
During last winter Mrs. Hagen was
employed by Hayes as housekeeper at
his farm, her three children being with
her. Later Mrs. Hagen and Hayes de-
cided to marry. Hayes Is nearly 00. and
the woman :!G. Hayes, being busy on
the day fixed for the wedding, sent Otto,
whom he had engaged as farm hand a
short time before, to town with Mrs.
Hagen to get the license and bring out
a minister. On the way to town, Otto,
who is 30. won the widow, and when
they reached the courthouse they took
out a license _to wed. They stopped at
the home of the minister and were mar-
ried.
They returned to the Ilayes home.
The farmer did not take serious offense
over the affair, and he and the Ottos
lived in peace until the other day, when
Hayes began loading his personal be-
longings on a wagon, preparatory to
moving away.
Otto looked on without objection un-
til Hayes picked up the three Hagen
children and put them on tlie wagon.
Then, it is alleged, there was n tight.
Otto was knocked down, and Hayes
drove away with the children, leaving
their mother and Otto together.
An Achievement.
A clever floriculturist has succeeded
In producing a rose with coal-black
petals, and the highest professors of
this form of culture do not yet ihwpair
of producing a hyacinth that will smell
like an onfon.
Japanese Scholarship.
We have the funny spectacle of five
members of a fraternity at Berkeley,
Cat. college failing to pass their exam-
inations and the Japanese cook who
waited upoti them graduating with
honors.
To Raise Russian Ships.
A Dutch salvage firm will raise the
Russian warships sunken In and around
Port Arthur.
SWAM TO HIS WEDDING.
New Yorker Was Marooned on Island
by Joking Friends, But He Ar-
rived in Time for Ceremony.
Syracuse, N. Y.—The wedding of
George Cooper, a salesman, and Miss
Jcanelte Wlllalms, a pretty stenogra-
pher formerly employed in I he St. Cloud
hotel, occurred the other day according
to schedule, but In order to reach the
side of his bride in time for the cere-
mony the prospective bridegroom was
forced to swim a mile in the none too
warm waters of the St. Lawrence river.
When Mr. Cooper's friends discovered
that lie was contemplating a secret
marriage they quietly found out the de-
tails and then laid their own pla.ns. By
some means, not plain at this time, the
bridegroom was Inveigled to a barren
Island in the St. Lawrence near Clayton
where he was marooned and told to get
bark the best way he could..
The nearest point of land was Grind-
stone island, one mile distant. To this
the marooned lover filially determined
to swim. and. plunging in. he boldly
struck out. Being a good swimmer he
eventually reached his goal and took
the first train for home.
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Force Expended in Thinking.
Dr. Paul Solller, expert psychologist
told Ills brethren at the animal meeting
In Paris that to think for a whole week
is to expenil just about ns much energy
as would lift 8,000 pounds to the heigh*
of the Eiffel towor.
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Miller, C. H. The Hennessey Clipper. (Hennessey, Okla.), Vol. 16, No. 13, Ed. 1 Thursday, August 24, 1905, newspaper, August 24, 1905; Hennessey, Oklahoma. (https://gateway.okhistory.org/ark:/67531/metadc105451/m1/2/: accessed April 19, 2024), The Gateway to Oklahoma History, https://gateway.okhistory.org; crediting Oklahoma Historical Society.