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OUR FAMILY STORY PAGE
to MK.WSQN
AUTHOR OF "THE SILVER BUTTERFLY,"
"SALLY SALT," "THE BLACK PEARL," ETC.
NOVELIZED FROM THE SERIES OF PHOTOPLAYS OF
THE SAME NAME RELEASED BY PATHE EXCHANGE.
iCOPYRIGHT. 1916, It MRS WILSON WOODROVt
FIFTH STORY.
Sold Out.
Leila Auatln, during her 22 sheltered
/earn as a well-to-do man's only daugh-
ter, had never known an ungratlfled
wish. "Poverty" and "struggle" were
mere words to her—words that car-
ried no real meaning.
Perhaps that was why sho refused
Halsey Brent and accepted Tom Car-
er. Brent was rich and was grow
ng richer day by day. Carter was a
ninitig engineer, boundlessly rich in
rnergy and hope—and all but bank-
upt In everything else.
Mrs. Austin spent long and profit-
388 hours in pointing out to Leila the
dvantages of marrying Brent.
Leila listened patiently—and mar-
ed Tom Carter.
Her father's wedding gift to Leila
as a check for $10,000, more money
an Tom Carter had saved in all his
ird-working life. She indorsed it
•fj to her husband and, with it,
>m bought the controlling interest in
Oregon gold mine.
"It's a gamble, dear," he told Leila,
ut then, so is everything in life. 1
ow the region and know the mine
ere's a lot of pay ore under those
,y rocks and It's only a question of
e when someone will strike it. I'm
ng out there and be my own super-
indent and manager combined.
It's only fair to tell you that it'll
hard sledding for a while, dear,
out there in the wilderness Is 'in
rough.' You'll have to do all your
work, and—"
t will be Just like one long pic-
she declared. "I'll love it."
le westward journey was a de-
to them both.
Ith a will, she set herself to learn-
her new duties as frontier house-
It was. as she had predicted,
long picnic."
en, imperceptibly—day by day,
by week—came a subtle change
rth bride and groom.
m's flery enthusiasm for work
not proof against months of dls-
.gement at the mine.
la, too, was finding that "one
picnic" may in time bear a
?e resemblance to "one long
nare."
matters stood, one spring morn-
hen a long delayed letter reached
itiu. It wp8 addressed to Leila
as from Nellie Collins, the glrl-
?hum who had been her brides-
read slowly and with morbid
the entire rambling epistle,
at last, she came to a scribbled
•lpt on a separate half-sheet.
nUcript ran:
ar your old sweetheart, Halsey
has cleaned up a million in a
iunition deal. Everything he
1 turns to gold.'*
^sllly lines burned themselves
ila Carter's brain. In a rush
drought back visions of what
iave been her's, if she had not
this richer sweetheart,
an interminable time, the last
gjieap, thick dishes was washed
say's Pd- Lugging a boiler of hot
rom the back of the stove,
—Piled the wooden washtub and
on hand to toss carelessly into it
ard, 41of soiled clothes.
442. abin door swung open and
•ter tramped in—the mud on
blotching the none-too-clean
-K
droppet
now'Tiv1 t,me t0 get dlnner ready,"
he has *• defiantly, as she glanced
prospei imney-ahelf clock. "I'm—"
since hv it isn't," he returned, llfe-
greatly he threw his broad-brimmed
of impr peg and slumped Into the
(he call^air. "And we'll be lucky If
did herSp more dinners at all. We're
tion. ye've gone as far as we can
^^^^_sh we've got. The gold is
stake my life on that. It's
■ «tid with capital we could get
Lay lie only one day's work
to the rock. Or 1t may be
Bork farther in. But it's be-
"My cash has given out"
—4g in the overwrought girl's
led to snap. Here, then,
d of the golden dream!
nger flared up within her.
stand it!" she raged. "I
l it!"
Jflear!" he soothed her.
j it like that We have
And—"
^^^^Ing else!" she Interrupted,
^^^^^self with fury, "You've
e! You've robbed me!
You've stolon my youth, my prospects,
ray happiness! And you've stolen my
money!"
"Your—what?" he said, unbelieving-
ly-
"My money!" she cried, shrilly.
"The $10,000 my father gave me. It
was my own money. You cajoled me
into putting it into your worthless
mine! Where is my $10,000, Tom
Carter? Give It back to mo!"
He rose and went hurriedly toward
his wife, his arms outstretched. But
she recoiled from him, crying hysteri-
cally:
"Don't touch mo! Give me hark the
$10,000 I put into your empty mine!"
Without a word he went over to a
wall cupboard, rummaged In it and
returnod to the sobbing girl with a
sheaf of papers. •
"Here are the stock certificates for
the mine," he said, forcing himself to
an outward semblance of calm. "They
are made out In your name, all of
them. Every share is yours. And the
mine is yours. I didn't tell you. be-
cause I wanted It to bo a surprise to
you when the 'Leila A' made our for-
tunes."
"Tom!"
"If wo had struck it rich tho whole
thing would have been yours," ho went
on unheeding. "All my work, all my
hopes were for you; not for myself.
The raino was bought with your cash.
And It is yours by rights."
"Tom!" she wailed, all her babyish
resentment dying down. "Tom! I'm
so sorry, darling! Please forgive mo
I was just upset and nervous. Won't
you try to forget it, please? And I
didn't mean what I said. I want you
to keep the certificates. I—"
For answer he took up the sheaf of
papers, crossed to her dresser and put
them Into its top drawor.
"They are yours, Leila," he said.
"You must take them. I've put them
In there for you. I'm only sorry you
think 1 have been dishonest toward
you."
"Dishonest?" she wept, her arms
about his neck. "Why, Tom. you are
the most honest, most honorable man
in the whole world! Oh, won't you
please forgive me?"
He could not resist the caress, nor
the tear-stained, appealing face.
So engrossed were they in their
reconciliation that they did not hear
a buckboard rattle up to tho gate.
Only a draft of outer air told them
the cabin door had been opened. They
turned to see Leila's father and moth-
er standing on tho threshhold.
With a cry of welcome, Leila ran
forward to greet the newcomers.
In the pleasure and excitement of
the reunion she did not notice her
mother's very evident repulsion at her
surroundings. Not until Tom had car-
ried Mr. Austin off to look at the mine
did the older woman speak her mind.
"Leila," she began, "if I had
dreamed this was tho way you had to
live I'd never have had a peaceful
night's rest."
"I have everything I need," de-
clared her daughter, loyally.
"You have a hundred times less
than any longshoreman's wife," posi-
tively denied Mrs. Austin.
Tom Carter, with Mr. Austin, came
In from their visit to the mine. Mrs.
Austin ran to her husband.
"I want Leila to come back with
ub!" she exclaimed. "Help me per-
suade her."
"My place is here," faltered Leila.
"Your place will bo In bed with a
dangerous illness," returned her moth-
er, "if this sort of thing goes on. Tom,
can't you see how worn out and mis-
erable she 1b? You'll let her go back
with us for a visit, won't you? It
will do her worlds of good."
"She can go." vouchsafed To i*, after
a moment's unhappy reflection. "She
can go. But only for a visit. Let that
bo understood. As soon as I get on
my feet she is to come back to me."
"Yes. Indeed!" promised the delight-
ed Leila. "I'll alwayB come back to
you, Tom. Always. Whenever you
send for me."
You've had toe much of the other
kind from me.
"After you left for New York I
called the men together and had a
heart-to heart Dutch-uncle talk with
them. 1 told them I hadn't a cent, but
that I was enough of a mining expert
to know there was gold somewhere
in the 'Leila A.' If only we could
blast our way through to It. I asked
them to take a chance with me for
three months, without pay; promising
them double wages for the whole
time, if we should strike gold.
"They accepted, aftor a lot of per-
suasion. And for the past four weeks
we've worked as we never worked
before.
"Today—Just one hour ago—we
blasted our way into a vein that's
fairly bristling with high quality ore.
It's a bonanza, sweetheart!
It'll be a mattor of millions for us.
There's < no longer a shadow of doubt
It's the real thing."
Then, folding tho letter, he looked
about for an cnvelopo. Ho could find
none. His search brought him at last
to the dresser.
He did not find the envelope he
sought, but he found something else.
In the top drawer, among some cloth-
ing, Leila had left behind in her hur-
ried packing, ho happened upon a
crumpled half sheet of paper—the silly
postscript of Nellie Collins' letter—
the postscript that told of Halsey
Brent's good fortune.
Tom's eye was caught by the words:
"Your old sweetheart, Halsey
Brent—"
He read and re-read the whole
scrawl. Long he stood there, move-
loss, the scrap of paper in his hand.
He was roused from his gloomy
reverie by the jolting of tho rural
free delivery buggy as it drew up at
the gate.
Leila's thrice-a-weok letters had
been tho only bright spots In Tom's
loneliness. Eagerly ho seized the one
letter the postman left for him today.
As ho looked at its superscription his
expectancy turned to chagrin. For
the letter was not from Leila, but
from her mother.
He opened it and read:
Four weeks later Tom Carter strode
into his cabin, shoulders erect, face
aglow. Straight across to tho table he
went, founct a scratchpad among some
odds and ends, and sat down to write
to Leila.
"8weetheart—my own sweetheart,"
he wrote. "Great news! Glorious
news! Wonderful news! I haven't
written before because I vowed I'd
wait till I could send good pews.
My Dear Tom: I am writing this
on my own responsibility and without
Leila's knowledge. She Is slowly re
covering from that horrible life out
there In the wilderness. But the doc-
tor agrees with us that she must
never, never go back to It. That Is
why I am writing you.
"I assume that you are not alto-
gether selfish and that vou have Lei-
la's welfare at heart. Her experience
In the West proves how Ul-fitted she
Is for tho brutally rough existence of
a poor man's wife. And. now that
the mine has failed, you are hopeless-
ly poor and are likely to remain so.
"Are you going to force my fragile,
delicately nurtured daughter to go on
sharing your poverty and hardships?
If you do. she will die; or at the very
least, she will become an Invalid.
"Or are you man enough to give
your wife her freedom, so that she
may sometime be able to marry a
man who can give her the care and
the luxuries she craves?
"If you truly love her If her best
welfare means anything at all to you
—there can be but one reply to those
questions. You will give her up and
allow her to retrieve her one miser-
able mistake, by marrying as her In-
terest and (I think) her heart dictate.
"Think this over, very carefully,
and let your better nature guide you.
The letter's contents seemed t
sear themselves Into poor Tom Car-
ter's brain in words of fire. He tore
the paper into a score of fragments
in his first outburst of indignation.
Then his eye fell once more upon the
postscript Nellie Collins had written.
And at once ho saw the impulse be-
hind Mrs. Austin's cruel letter. Among
them these smug relatives of Leila's
were trying to make hor forget him
and to marry her to a richer man.
He flung a few clothes Into a bat-
tered suitcase, ran to tho mine to
givo final instructions and swung
aboard an eastbound train three hours
later.
Tom Carter's guess as to tho state
of affairs was amazingly near to the
truth.
Leila's homecoming had been as the
return of a loved one who has nar-
rowly escaped a torturing death In
some accident. Her parents and her
friends had showered her with atten-
tions and had sought in a thousand
ways to make up to her for a hat she
had undergone.
One of Leila's first and most fre-
quent callers, at her father's home,
was Halsey Brent.
Leila had never loved Halsey Brent
She did not love him now. And she
was not even Inclined to flirt with
him. But she found it mildly pleasant
to be singled out for attentions by
this young Napoleon of finance for
whom a score of girls were angling.
Wherefore she allowed him to call
whenever he cared to—which was
very often.
Mrs. Austin, more worldly-wise than
her daughter, was not minded to give
people cause for gossip about Leila.
So one day, when Brent called, she
contrived to snatch a few words with
him In private, before Leila came Into
the living room.
"Mr. Brent," she began abruptly, as
she greeted the caller. "You are com-
ing here rather frequently of late. As
a man of the world you must under-
stand that my daughter cannot afford
to be put in a false position in the
eyes of our friends."
"Mrs. Austiy, I have always loved
your daughter. You know that. I
love ner now more than ever. Don't
misunderstand me. I've spoken no
word of this to her. And I shall not
until she is legally and morally free
to listen to me."
"You would have my approval and
her father's." replied Mrs. Austin with
effusive heartiness. "I will write today
to Tom Carter and plead with him to
set her free for her own sake."
"Thank you, ten thousand times!"
exclaimed Brent, clasping her hand
gratefully. "I am—"
He checked himself, for I < lla's light
footfall sounded in the hallway out-
side.
After a few minutes of general talk,
Mrs. Austin left tho two young people
alone together. Scarcely had she
gono from tho room, when Leila
turned impetuously to Brent and said:
"I'm so glad you came today. Be-
causo I want to ask a favor of you.
A big favor! I've been thinking It
over for two or three days. You are
a Wall street man. Do you sup-
pose you could sell my shares In
the 'Leila A' for $10,000? That's the
favor I wanted to ask you. I'll give
tho money to Tom and he can put It
In something that will earn a living
for us." „
Halsey >«Brent was doing some ex-
tremely rapid thinking. He knew Tom
Carter v.as an authority on mines
whose professional Judgment was
highly prized. If Carter said there
was a fortune in tho "Leila A" there
was every reason to believe it was
true.
"I'll try, of course," he said, doubt-
fully. "Let me make inquiries on the
Street and call In a day or so to tell
you the result"
When he left the Austin house—af-
ter an unusually brief call—Halsey
Brent stopped at the nearest tele-
graph office and dispatched a one-
hundred-word telegram to an Oregon
mine expert with whom he had had
business dealings from time to time.
Two days later he received the fol-
lowing telegram from the expert:
"Made secret inspection of 'Leila
A' mine, pretending to be looking for
Job as blast operator. Rich vein has
Just been struck. From samples I
secured, it promises to be biggest gold
discovery of past ten years. You will
make no mistake in paying anything
up to $2,000,000 for it as it stands.
Carter has left for New York."
Carefully putting the telegram In
his inner coat pocket, Brent set out
for the Austin house.
While he waited for Leila In the
living room at the top of the front
staircase he pulled out his checkbook
from his inner pocket
The checkbook's corner stuck In
the lining of the pocket. He pulled
it out with so sharp a jerk that three
envelopes tumbled out with it. Two
of these fell on the table and he
picked them up in nervous haste. The
third—a yellow envelope—fluttered
unnoticed to the floor beneath a table.
Sitting at the table Brent filled in
a check for $10,000 to the order of
"Leila Austin Carter." He was blot-
ting It as Leila herself came into the
room.
"Good news!" he hailed her. "I've
sold your stock!"
"Good! Good;" she exulted. "Thanks,
a hundred times."
He left her an hour later, the cer-
tificates in his pocket—a thrill of de-
light surging through him at thought
of the easily acquired wealth that had
just come to him. Ho stopped at a
florist's and sent Leila a great armful
of American Beauty roses.
The flowers were delivered at the
Austin house within a few minutes.
Leila buried her face in their fragrant
mass of petals, then handed them to
a servant to arrange In a vase.
The servant carried the vaseful of
flowers Into the living room and set
It on the table there. As he did so
one of tho topheavy roses was Jostled
out of place and fell to tho floor. The
servant stooped to pick It up. His
eye fell on a yellow envelope, half
hidden under one of the big carved
feet of the table.
Curiosity made him draw the mes-
sage from the envelope. Before he
could read it Leila came in.
To account for his action the man
handed her the dispatch, saying:
"I Just picked this up from under
the chair where Mr. Brent was sitting.
He must 'a dropped it out of his pock-
et It seems to be a telegram."
Leila took the sheet of paper he
proffered. Glancing idly at it she saw
the words " 'Leila A' mine." In an-
other second she was eagerly reading
the report the mining expert had tele-
graphed to Brent
**He—he knew there was an enor-
mous fortune in our mine!" she mur-
mured. dazedly. "He knew it! And,
knowing that, he has paid me the
$10,000. He has cheated me, as a
counterfeiter cheats a feeble-minded
farmer! Worse—he has robbed Tom!
He has made me rob Tom!"
Snatching up the telephone, she
called Halsey Brent's office. A clerk
answered that Brent had not yet re-
turned.
"Toll him to come here at once!
The minute he gets to his office!" she
ordered.
"He must give back the stock to
me! He shall give it back!" she told
herself, fiercely. "And then I'll nev^r
let him speak to me again. And Toml"
her angry eyes softening, "Tom was
right after all! Darling old Toml
Our dream is coming true—our gold-
en dream—his and mine!"
It seemed to Leila an unbelievably
long time before Halsey Brent's name
was announced.
He mounted the flight of hall stairs
and with a tender smile hurried Into
the living room where Leila awaited
him.
But at sight of the girl's set face
and flashing eyes his smile faded into
a look of puzzled wonder.
"What is it?" he stammered. "What
is the matter? You look 11L Are—"
"Here Is your ten-thousand-dollar
check!" she interposed harshly. "Take
it and give me back my stock certifi-
cates."
"The—the stock certificates?" he
faltered, dumfounded. "But—"
"The stock you swindled me out
of!" she flared, losing her self-control.
"The stock you stole from us. Give
it back! Give it back, I say!"
"But Leila. I—"
"Here Is the telegram you dropped,"
she hurried on, "that will save you
the trouble of a falsehood. I know
the whole vile trick. And I want
back my stock."
Her voice had risen as she reiter-
ated her wrathful demands. Its sound
prevented her from hearing a ring
at the front door bell on the floor be-
low and the opening and closing of the
door.
"Take the check!" she insisted.
"And give me back my certificates!"
Halsey Brent was known in Wall
street as a man who never lost his
head and who could not be staggered
by any sudden emergency.
"I'll gladly give you back the stock,
little girl," he said, pleasantly, as he
drew the sheaf of certificates from his
pocket. "But—first, you've got to earn
them."
"Earn them?" she echoed, per-
plexed.
"Yes. You must promise to make
me gloriously happy by marrying me,
just as soon as we get rid of Carter
for you. Do that and the stock is
yours for the asking."
He drew near to her as he spoke.
Before the horrified girl could guess
his Intent, ho had caught her in his
arms.
"Just one kiss, to seal the promise,'
he begged, "and—"
"Let me go! You brute! Let me
go!" cried Leila, struggling in vain to
free herself.
"Not till I get the kiss!" laughed
Brent. "Then I—"
His clasped arms fell from about
her shrinking body and he reeled
back—under the thud of a smashing
blow in the mouth.
Tom Carter, his tanned face distort-
ed with fury, had leaped Into the room
and without a word had attacked his
wife's insulter.
Leila screamed at sight of the rage-
possessed man. But before she could
intervene Carter and Brent were close-
locked In a death grapple.
By a series of savagely-dealt short-
arm blows Tom at last drove his foe
before him toward the hallway door.
Brent strove in vain to hold his own
against the husband's terrific on-
Rlaught and to block or dodge the
blows that were showered upon his
face and body.
But even in hla extremity Brent's
wily brain was at work. He remem-
bered that the steep flight of stairs
from the front hall ended almost at
the living room door.
So. even as he waged the unequal
battle against the stronger man. Brent
contrived to back directly toward the
door and thence out into the upper
hall close pressed by the victorious
Tom.
Once on the landing Brent changed
his tactics. Wheeling he bo maneu-
vered as to bring Tom's back to the
stairway just behind him. Then,
gathering all his falling powers, he
ceased to retreat and charged his an-
tagonist. A single backward step
would now bring Tom's feet over the
edge of the flight
Leila, keeping as close to them as
th'< reeling bodies and flailing arms
would permit, Baw her husband's sud-
den peril.
"Tom!" she shrieked, springing to
his aide. "Look out! The stairs are
Just behind you."
Carter heard. Instinctively, on the
very edge oX the stair-top. he side-
stepped, elu&ig Brent's rush.
But Leila was not so fortunate. Be-
fore she could spring aside the full
force of Brent's forward-flung body
struck her.
Lifted clean off her feet by the Im-
pact she was hurled backward.
Down the steep stairs rolled th«
helpless white figure, striking heavily
against the newel-post at the bottom
of the flight, and then lying strangely
still In a huddled heap on the polished
floor of the hallway.
"She— she Is stunned!" muttered
Brent, incoherently.
But Tom Carter knew better. H«
had looked on death before now
Kneeling beside the pitifully inert
form and gazing down into the life
less face, he groaned in dull horror:
"No. She Is dead!"
(END OF FIFTH STORY.)
Historic
Crimes
and
Mysteries
J7
Wall Mason
THE RED HANDS OF THE DUKE.
ON THE morning of August 18,
1847, there was committed in Paris
a crime which shocked the world, and
contributed largely to the revolution of
1848 and the downfall of Louis Phi-
lippe.
On the previous evening the Duke
and Duchess de Choiseul-Praslin re-
turned to their Paris home, the Hotel
Sebastlanl, from their country resi-
dence, the chateau of Vaux, near
Melun. This historic chateau was
built by Fouquet, Louis XIV's famous
minister of finance, whose complete
ruin and death in prison followed a
spectacular career. The duke was the
representative of aft ancient and hon-
orable family, and held his head high.
Although powerful and Influential be-
cause of his station and wealth, he
wus not popular, for he was insolent
and overbearing, and had the Idea that
this planet was created for his par-
ticular use, and that its inhabitants
were designed to be his servants. The
duchess also was of a proud and fa1
uious family, her father being Count
Sebastlanl, one of the great Napoleon's
famous generals. Although proud
enough, the duchess was amiable and
agreeable, and was much beloved.
For years she had been a martyr.
The noble duke seemed to make it his
h>
His Explanation of His Scratched
Bloody Hands Was Unsatisfactory.
life work to annoy and humiliate her.
She loved him with an unfaltering de-
votion, as was shown by her letters to
him, made public after the catas-
trophe. In those letters, which were
numerous, she pleaded for ills affection
and confidence In a manner that should
have melted the hardest heart. But
the duke's heart, if he had such an
organ, was composed of concrete. No
more pathetic documents than the let-
ters of the duchess ever were read by
human eyes.
She was the mother of ten children,
and was not permitted to have any
voice In their education or upbringing.
The duke regulated that, as he regu-
lated every detail of household man-
agement. He engaged governess after
governess, and finully found one who
suited him exactly. She was a Madame
Deluzy, of whom the duke became
enamored. Tills Deluzy was In com-
plete authority, next to the duke, and
even the duchess was expected to take
orders from her. At last this condi-
tion became intolerable, even to the
long-suffering duchess, and she, backed
by her father, insisted upon the dis-
missal of the governess. The king and
queen used their Influence in the mat-
ter, and Deluzy had to go. And this
defeat stirred up all the bile in the
duke's bilious system.
Such was the state of affairs when
fhe family returned to Paris from
Vaux. The duchess and the children
retired to their various chambers. The
duke went forth to make some visits,
and returned home about midnight. He
went to his apartment, which was
separated from that of his wife by a
vestibule, dismissed his valet, and the
mansion was sunk In silence and re
pose. About four o'clock in the morn-
ing fearful outcries were heard from
tne room of the duchess. They were
followed by violent ringing of the bell.
Various servants ran to the room, but
the doors were locked on the inside.
They heard groans and subdued
creams, and the trampling of feet,
( iiD ♦hou-Th somebody was being pur-
sued. Then the servants remembered
a small side door, und they rushed ic*
it, and so made entrance to the room.
There lay the body of the unfortun-
ate duchess, bathed in blood. She was
clad in her night dress only. On her
head there were thirteen wounds, and
a dozen more on the neck and breast.
The room looked as though a tornado
had passed through it, and there were
blood marks everywhere. The serv-
ants, shocked and sickened, ran to the
garden, and, looking up, they saw
dense smoke coming from the chlm«
ney of the duke's room. All this time
nothing had been seen oi the duke,
but, when the servants, regaining their
courage, returned to the chamber of
death, the duke appeared from his own
room. When he looked upon his slain
wife he seemed greatly affected. "My
God!" he cried, "who can have done
this?"
lie wrung his hands In his distress,
and one of the servants noticed that
those hands were bloodstained. One
hand was lacerated, and the thumb of
the other had been bitten, and both
were scratched, as though by finger-
nails. The doctors and the police ar-
rived, and the latter, after examining
the shambles for a little while, were
forced to the belief that the duke must
have a guilty kno\Uedge. Ills explana-
tion of his scratched and bloody hands
was unsatisfactory. He said he got
them stained lifting the body of his
wife, but that didn't account for the
scratches and the bitten thumb.
In his own room there was fatal
testimony. His dressing gown was
stained with blood. He had made an
effort to wash It, and there was a tub
of reddened water on the floor. In
the grate were the ashes of various
papers and garments, and part of u
blood-soaked handkerchief.
The duke was placed under arrest
after a prolonged examination by a
police oillclal, but, owing to his exalted
station, he was not required to go to
Jail. lie remained at his own palace,
under the surveillance of police offi-
cers. A day or two later he fell sick
and a doctor who was called in said
he had cholera. Other physicians being
summoned, they declared that he had
taken poison. It being evident that he
was determined to destroy himself, it
was decided by the authorities to take
him to the Luxembourg, and he was
hauled there In a sumptuous car*
rlage, escorted by armed guards, foi
the people were frantic, and were
clamoring for his blood. It was the
unusual deference shown this red slay-
er, because of his pedigree, that mad-
dened the populuce, aud contributed,
In no small measure, to the revolu-
tion.
After the French fashion, the duke
was examined again and again, and
the magistrate, at least, was no syco-
phant. lie was merciless In his ques-
tions and comments, and the nobleman
found It a torture, lie persisted in de-
nying the crime, und told lie after lie,
only to have his falsehoods made rldie
ulous by the keen-witted magistrate.
And all the time he was growing weak-
er, and on August 24 he was so low
that priests were summoned to give
him the benefit of religion. His suf-
ferings were terrible, and at the last
he made a full confession of his crime
and then went to the reward ordained
for such aj he.
This account may well close with
the remarks of the magistrate, when
he had read the letters of the unfor-
tunate duchess: "They are precious
relics of one of the most beautiful
spirits ever created by the Almighty
for the honor of our age—an eternal
memorial of the perversity of one of
the guiltiest of men. At the same time
they suggest the consoling reflection
that Providence has sometimes seen
fit to place beside the vilest natures
their most angelic opposltes, so that
eyes, weary and offended with gazing
on such guilt, may find thus close uf
hand a reassuring solace."
The Useful Quail.
In a plea for the bobwhlte, W. L
Nelson, assistant secretary of the
board of agriculture, states that a
count of the seed In one bird's crof
revealed that bobwhites are known to
eat at least 85 kinds of weed seed.
For meat he chooses among 57 kinds
of beetles, 27 kinds of bugs, 9 klndl
of grasshoppers, 13 kinds of caterpil-
lars and a variety of ants, files and
wasps. One bobwhlte has been known
to eat as many as five thousand plant
lice In two hours, and he Is fond ol
boll weevils, chlnchbugs, cabbage
worms, cucumber beetles, squash bugs,
army worms and Hessian files.
And yet there are farmers who are
willing to have all the bobwhites on
their farms killed. Shooting the hired
man would be more logical. The hired
man demands wages, while the bob-
white works for nothing.—St. Loulf
Republic.
Bandages Slipped.
A soldier whose head and face were
heavily swathed in bandages and who
obviously had had a bad time, was
being feelingly sympathized with bj
the solicitous lady.
"And were you wounded In the head,
my poor fellow?"
"No, ma'am," Tommy replied. "I
was wounded In the ankle, but the
bandages slipped."
Instructions Followed.
"Don't let anybody Impose on yon,
my dear."
"No, indeed, ma. George stole a
kiss from me yesterday and I made
him give It right back."
A Prize.
Miss Daisy—I heard Mrs. Marigold
has secured a great celebrity for her
next flower ball.
Sweet William—Yes, I understand
be is a dandy Hon.
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