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The Landlady seated in a high backed chair jooks on, knitting all the time. Men in rustic garb with belts and cart- ridge boxes and side arms, each carrying a gun, come in gradually half a dozen or more. They take off their hats to madame; they shake hands with each other; they stack their guns in the --orner and sit down in twos and threes, playing cards, domi- noes, etc., at the back. Annette behind bench at R. corner has an earthenware tub in front of her in which she is shred- ding vegetables and cutting bread for next day's soup. Landlady. They will be here presently. Annette, if ihe captain and mamzelle want to be alone, go into the garden and cut lettuce Annette. Yes, madame. Landlaly. The tender lambs! They see so Httle of each other, Annette. Annette. Yes, madame. i Landlady. In case the captain takes his supper here, be ready with a chicken to roast. Annette. Yes, madame. Landlady. Ah, Met The poor fellows must needs sup off broken heads or worse on the campaign. (At the window appears the face of Me- THE EVENING STAR, » . (Enter Paul, the village fiddler.) Landlady. Welcome, Paul. You come just in time to give us some music. (Paul sits down and begins to play. Made- leine holds up hand to command silence— steps into the midst.) Madeleine. (Taking stage.) Gentlemen of the Vendean army, attention! (Sings.) So Jong as we draw breath We will fight the Blues to death. Their Master is the Master of today, But tomorrow has to come, And with tomorrow's drum We shall know what to think of Vendee. Vendee forever! We separate and sever From the tyrant who is leading to our fall. We hold to the right, and may heaven give us might. And our captain, our captain over all! (Business of presenting arms.) Capt. Georges is a man, Capt. Georges can act and plan, ‘The Corsican is triumphing today, But he counts without his host, Capt. Georges is at his post, Capt. Georges, Capt. Georges for Vendee! Vendee forever! Yield shall we never. Though the tyrant may have millions at his call. We hold to the right, and may heaven grant us might, But our captain, our captain over all! (Pau! goes on playing. One or two of the men get up and execute a clumsy dance.) Madeleine. (To Michel, down stage.) There is trouble in your eye, my friend. I saw it when I came in. Michel. The captain has discovered treach- ery. There are villains abroad. Madeleine. Here? Among our brave Bre- tons? Michel. Traitors creep in everywhere. The captain's plans have been betrayed. We shall move on at once—this evening. The rendezvous has been suddenly changed. Madeleine. Do they suspect any one? Michel. I do not know for certain whom the captain suspects. But, mamzelle, peo- ple speak but ill of your cousin—M. Mehee de la Touche. Madeleine. Alas! that I have to own that cousin. Wherever he goes treachery and murder follow in his track. What of him? (With a tone of anxious terror.) ee —s “I DON'T KNOW HIM.” hee de la Touche. He wears a sailor's jer- sey, black hair over his forehead and hang- ing on his shoulders, and a red flannel cap; a pale face. He peers about, steps round to the door and enters.) Mehee. Good morning, madame. Landlady. Good morning, friend. ‘I don’t krew you. Where do you come from? Mehee. From Sarziau—on the other side of Morbihan. My name is Jacques Cande- nac. Landlady. Well, Jacques Candenac, what is your business? Have you been in the king's navy? Mehee. No—in fact—Hush! (Points to An- nette.) Landlady. You needn't mind Annette. In this part of the world we are all true. You ought to know that, If you are a good Breton. Mehee. f “Any one there named Jacques Cad- enac, contrabandist?” a boat as runs across the channel, and we load her with brandy—Now you know. Landlady. Well, there’s no harm in that And what are you doing here? Mehee. I want to join Georges Cadoudar. He is in the village, is he not? Landiady. Perhaps he is—perhaps he is not. Mehee. I cross the channel tomorrow. I can take letters for him. Landlady. | Well—sit_ down. (Aside) Humph! I don’t like your looks, Jacques Candenac. (Mehee goes to the door, looks up and down the road curiously--takes out pocketbook, makes notes.) Annette, come here, child. You know Sarzian—is there any one there named Jacaues Can- denac—contrabandist? Annette. No, madame. No one. Landiady. Then hold your tongue. (Mehee returns.) Mehee. A cup of cider, madame, if you please. Landlady. Annette, cider. (Enter first soldier.) First sold'er. Good morning, madame. (Puts his musket In corner behind door.) Landlady. Good morning. Annette, cider. (Enter second soldier.) Second soldier. Good morning, (Puts his musket behind door.) (Enter three more soldiers.) §oldiers. Good morning, madame. andlady. Good morning, friends. Annette, cider. Three. (The men drink about and sing.) The blues are on their way, They think of yesterday; think of what to plunder and to bor- row— They do not count the cost Of what must be won and lost When the reckoning shall come upon the madame. morrow! (Enter Michel le Robine.) Michel. Steady, boys, steady. Not too much cider. (Shakes hands with the landlady.) The captain will be here di- rectly. Men. (All together.) The captain! Capt. Georges! Michel. Well spoken, men! There’s no captain like Capt. Georges—not one in the world. Men. Not one! Not one! Michel. Who is it makes the blues to break and fly? The captain! Who leads us on to victory after victory? The cap- tain! Men. The captain! The captain! (Enter Madeleine.) Michel. Mamzelle, you are welcome! The place is rough, but the hearts are true! Madeleine. Brave soldiers—I come to wish you God speed. Michel. We are all of us your servants, mamzelle, and none more than Michel le Robine—your foster brother. (She holds out her hand. He kisses It.) Landlady. Annette—cider! (Annette offers pannakin to Madeleine, who raises it.) Madeleine. Friends and brothers all. (Drinks.) To the king! Men. To the king! Madeleine. To the captain! (Drinks.) ) Men, To the captain! (Drink. Michel. The captain has been told that Mehee had left Paris on a secret mission rither. Madeleine. He wonld not dare. Michel. He does not want for daring of that kind. He has been an agent for the emigres, and betrayed them. He had been agent for the French republic and betrayed them, too. He corresponds with the Eng- lish government, and sells their secrets to the French. Madeleine. Why should he come here? Michel. To get hold of the captain's in- tentions; to inveigle the Chouans to their destruction; to learn where the army of emigres will land. There is a great deal, mamzelle, for your cousin to do. Madeleine. Well—he will be discovered— and then— Michel. Short work. His back to a wall. A platoon in front of him. Men. (All jump to their feet.) The cap- tain! The captain! Enter Georges Cadoudal, about five and twenty—miHtary bearing and dress, carry- ing cutlass and pistols. Looks round, sa- lutes the men. Cadoudal. Good. There are more outside. ‘The village has done well. Michel. Not another man left init, cap- tain. Cadoudal. Al men of Lokmariaker! Landlady. I know them all, captain. Good men and true—except that white-faced man in the corner. I don't know him. Michel. Ah! Come’ out—you white-faced fellow. (Steps over and lays hands on his shoulder and brings him before the captain.) Cadoudal. So, sir, who are you? Landlady. He says that he {is named Jacques Candenac, from Sarziau. There is no one of that name known at Sar- ziau. Cadoudal. Indeed! Landlady. Says he is a smuggler. They are all smugglers in Sarziau, but there is no Jacques Candenac among them. Cadoudal. Show him to the men, Michel. Sea if they know him. (They all look at him and shake their heads.) Cadoudal. (Down stage with Madeleine). My dear, all promises well. There will be a descent in a week or two by the English fleet with 5,000 emigres. This time we shall give a final account of the Blues. Hoche will find the Chouans too much for him. Madeleine. Five It is splendid. ; Cadoudal. But, sweetheart, there is ‘treach- ery abroad. At every point I learn that thousand emigres? Oh! nel tonight any message or letter you may wish to send. Crpdentials from Pitt? Cadoudal. Humpb! Do you know, sir, it isa mighty dangerous dentials from Pitt thing to carry about in this country? Mehee. It is also a mighty dangerous thing to lead half-armed rebels against the re- public, Since it is fom the cause—we do not think of the danger. : Cadoudal. Well—Let me see your creden- tials. Mehee. They are here. (Produces leathern pocket book—takes ott letter.) Read what ds written, captain. Cadoudal. (Reads.) “To those whom it may concern: The bearer, Andre Bernard, is a safe and trustworthy person. Letters and information trusted fo him are taken over the channel as opportunity may serve. s what is written, captain. This is Pitt.” Signed Pitt! very strange. Ha! Mehee. Signed Pitt. What more do you want? fe Cadoudal. Madeleine, Michel—help: the to judge this case. (They step dowm the stage.) This man shows me a letter of recommendation signed by none other than Pitt. Pitt, himself! For a common satlor named Andre Bernard, otherwise called Jacques Candenac—wonderful— Madeleine. (Looking into his face.) I seem to remember him. I have seen that face before. i: Cadoudal. When I was in London I saw the great man’s secretary. I asked him about secret agents, He told me that I must find them for myself; that since the double- Signed Pitt! dyed treachery of one Mehee de la Touche— Madeleine. My cousin! Cadoudal. He would trust no Frenchman again. There, also, 1.saw certain docu- ments which were known to me; they were signed by Pitt. Well, the signature that 1 saw is not this signature. The letter is a forgery. (Bugle, drum and word of command with- out.) Michel. In that case, the men are ready, captain, as you hear, Mehee. The paper is as I received it. I came here, captain, to say that I cross the chan- nel tonight and to ask for letters. Why distrust me? Cadoudal, Because you are proved a liar. ‘Take him out, Michel. Let him be shot at once. You can search him afterward. (Michel setzes him roughly by the coat collar, Cap and wig fall off—disclose a light-haired man.) Madeleine. (Shrieks and clasps her hands. My cousin—Mehee de la Touche! Oh! Vil- lain! Michel. The murderer of September! The companion of Danton! The friend of the Tallien! Ah! (Looks round, helplessly.) Made- Michel. (Drags him. to, the door.) Come, He must die, of course. * * * Andyét,* * yet * * yet he is my cousin, and fn Brittany cousin- ship counts for so much. joudal. (To Mich?!) Send him across ths Morbihan to Sarziau. (To Mehee.) You villain, you traitor! For the sake of Madeliine, your coustn, that noble soul whom T have dared to love—I spare you. Live to fill up the cup of your. iniquitle jo—I give you—life. Mehee. (Walks to door—turns.) A gift which I will never forget—(Aside) nor for- Rive. (Madeleine sinks on her knees and clasps the hand of Georges.) Curtain. Cc Stay. Let him go. The same. Six months later. Landlady in her ckalr knitting as before. Annette witha white apron shredding vegetables in an earthenware dish. ; Landlady. Anaette—Go pick the sorrel for the soup. (Exit Annette.) A dull time. “All the men out fighting. When will it end? They are lions, our brave fellows— But— (Sighs.) how will it end? From this corner we are fighting all France. Well—well— The captain is everywhere; he sees to everything—he directs every- thing—he wins all the victories. (Enter Annette—her apron full of sorrel.) Madame! There is news. There has been a battle. Oh! close by—but five miles away. I heard the cannon firing. Landlady. How do you know? Who told you? Annette. Little Jean Kerdac. He was among the soldiers. When the fighting be- gan he lay down behind a big stone—a menhir—and looked on. He says it was beautiful to see the Chouans drive back the Blues. When they were driven out of the wood he came home. Landlady. Two or more such victories and we shall have the British with us—And the captain? Apnette. I don't know. preparations for soup.) (Enter Madeleine joyous—excited—she has a small gun in her hand.) Madeleine. Have you heard the news, mad- ame? We have defeated them and put them to flight. Landlady. How do you know, mamzelle? Madeleine. I was there. I have just re- turned from the field of battle. Landlady. You, mamzelle? Returned from the field of battle? Madeleine. Why not? Where our brave Bretons are, there would I be too! I take good care of myself. Like a coward woman I hide behird stones. But I watch the battle. Oh! They are scattered—they are flying. My Georges is splendid. The bullets strike men down to right and left of him; but Georges they never touch. He is the captain and the conqueror. Why, he will sweep France through from end to end. (Enter Michel Le Robine. He is wounded and totters. He has a torn jacket; his hand ts tied up with a handkerchief.) (Goes on with QUICK, ANNETTE, WATERY °, ~ troops are gathered in numbers_ that show design, not accident. If I could only Jay my hands on the traitors! Madeleine. Courage, Georges. A traitor is always found sooner or later. MC prsiesecaes Meantime, the mischief may be one. (Outside, bugle and roll of a drum. Men all jump up, take muskets and go out. Voice of command heard.) ACT I. (Continued,) Michel. (Bringing Mehee to the captain by the shoulder). No one knows him, captain. Cadoudal (To Mehee) Speak—you. Mehee—For your own ear, captain. (They come down the stage to the front. Landlady goes on with her knitting. An- nette goes on with her shredding. Made- leine behind Mehee. Michel behind Georges.) Cadoudal. For my own ear? Well—speak. Mehee. What I sald’about Sarziau was not true. Iam on secret service from the Brit- ish government. I bear credentials signed by Pitt. I am here to take over the chan- List a a tg Landlady. (Springs “to jher feet.) M’sieu Michel! i Madeleine. (Runs tg his assistance.) Mi- chel! (She helps him tp a chair or bench and opens his coljar. Quick, Annette, water! Quick! And cagnac, Annette—and a pillow—quick! (She bends over him. He opens his eyes. His head falls back upon the pillow.) Landlady. He has fainted. Madeleine. (Puts her hand on his heart.) The heart beats still. Annette—the cog- nac! (Pours a little tetween his lips. Ho opens his eyes. Madeleine lifts his hand.) Michel, brother, look up—you are better? Michel. No, Madeleine, I am worse. I had something to say. Madeleine. What is it, Michel? Do not mind {t now. Think of yourself. Michel. I had something to say—what was it? I forget it. It was important—I have Jost it. Madeleine, I am dying. Bring the cure—I must confess. Madeleine. The cure is with the army. Oh, what shall we do? y Annette. There is a Dominican friar—a Black friar—who has been about the vil- SATURDAY, MAY 2, 1896—-TWENTY-FOUR PAGES. 23 lage for two or three days. I will bring him. (Exit Annette.) (Enter Cadoudal.) Madeleine. Georges! Cadoudal. Where is Michel? I heard (bend- ing over him with back to audience; slight pantomime of examination. Turn- ing round to others.) It is but too true. - is internal bleeding. Nothing can save im. Madeleine. Georges, what has happened? Cadoudal. The enemy are in full flight. They are disposed of for a week—wnat do I say?—forever! Michel, my dear com- rade, is this your fate? Michel, Every one in his turn, captain. Who could ask for a better way? Cadoudal. (Kneels beside him.) True com- rade! loyal friend! faithful soldier! There is no better way. Else in the name of heaven how could one see these things dsily and yet go on? Is there anything I can do fcr you? Michel. (Faintly.) Nothing—except to send tor the priest. (Enter Annette, with Mehee disguised as a Dominican, with black hcod over his head. Leans over Michel. Madeleine kneels and supports Michel's head. One hears the murmur of the confession: “Mea culpa; mea culpa; mea maxima culpa.” ‘These words grow fainter. Pretended Dominican mur- ‘urs in ear of dying man. Cadoudal, An- nette and Landlady stand with folded hands and bowed heads. The confessiop is finished. The friar crosses the forehead of the dying man. Madeleine lays his head vpon a pillow. Then all gather round him. The Dominican is in the doorway looking out.) Madeleine. He is not dead, Georges! His heart was beating but a moment ago, and his voice was strong to ask for the priest. He may yet recover. Cadoudal. No—not with that look in his face. How often have I seen that look. Madeleine, it means but one thing. Michel. Lift me up, Madeleine. So—Let me look once more through the door. There is the sea of Morbihan; there are the islands where we sailed and played. ‘The sunshine is on them always—I think I shall carry with me—wherever I he memory of Merbihen—there can be no better place. Jarewell, my cap- tain, my captain. Stay (Starts) there was one thing I had to tell you. Captain, there is treachery. Thc Blues are upon go you! Cadoudal. Where? How? Michel. Here. In the village. They are on you even now. Captain! I have done my duty. Long live the king! back and dies.) Cadoudal. What we have feared has hap- pened. Jacques—Charles— take him out— and may God send me myself so good an ending! (Body taken out.) (The Dominican steps outside and blows a whistle.) Madeleine. That whistle! It means mis- chief—Fly, George: Fly! He who was just carried out told you the Blues were on you. Cadoudal. The Blues! Why, T have scat- ered them to the winds. There must be treachery afoot! (Enters company of soldiers followed by the Dominican and an officer.) (Falls Dominican. There is your prisoner. The other one is dead. (Throws back his hood, shows himself as Mehee de la Touche.) I promised you, captain, that I would never forget. Madeleine. My cousin! Cfficer. Surrender, Citizen Georges! Cadoudal. render Madeleine. (While their attention is occu- pled thus, draws a pistol from her belt.) ‘They shall me with you, Georges! And for you, good cousin, you shall not go without the wage of treachery! (Shoots Mehee, who falls dead on the spot.) (Amid the general start, Madeleine puts her hand in Cadoudal (Curtain.) ANCIENT BUILDINGS. (Giving up his sword.) I sur- A Mystery to the Learned Men Who Have Studicd Them. From Tid Bits. For centuries past the ingenuity of learn- ed men has been exercised on the Noraghe of Sardinia, but to this day they have no more been able to discover the origin of these famous buiidings than had the Ro- mans before them. They are unable to say whether they were used for tombs or fi temples, for trophies of victory, for obser tories, or merely for human dwelling place! More than 3,000 of them have been count- ed in Sardinia, standing on artificial mounds thirty or sixty feet high, and measuring at the base 100 to 300 feet in circumference. They are usually in the shape of towers, built with immense biocks of stone, roughly hewn with hammers. No cement is used in their structure, nor is there any inscrip- tion to indicate their origin. A low entrance ut one side leads into a long and lofty passage, communicating by a very low door with a domed chamber be- yond. On either side of this small cells have been formed in the walls. A spiral staircase, rising steeply from the dome, leads to another, but somewhat smaller chamber above, and again beyond this to the broken top of the Noraghe. Nothing has been found within these buildings, and to this day their existence is a mystery. In the same vicinity other buildings have been discovered, which are no less puzzling to antiquaries. ‘The general opinion is that they were built for the purpose of burying giants. The most interesting archaeological my: teries uf this country are the Denes of Es- sex and Middlesex. They perpendicular shafts sunk in the earth, with lateral caves at the bottom, but the purpose fur which they were dug out has never been dtscuver- ed. It is possible, however, that they might have been used as granaries, or even as places of refuge in time of trouble. The Rathes of Kerry form an interesting study, the only conclusion that has been arri at, however, being that they were inhabited at some remote age by a race of dwarfs. The district is covered with hun- dreds of green mounds, beneath which, when the earth has been removed, it is geen fhat there are tiny underground buildings. A small opening, through which a man is barely able to crawl on his hands and knees, gives access to the inclosed and walled-in space beyond, which is divided into several smaller chambers. Each one communicates with the other by a small hole, a similar aperture being made in the outer wall for the purpose of ventilation. A rude fireplace is sometimes found in a remote corner, but no outlet beyond the holes for ventilation is provided for the smoke. Very little more than this is known about these mysterious habitations. Poa L Gold—Past and Present. From Crambers’ Journal, Just before the California discoveries, ramely, in 1849, the world’s annval output of gold was only about £6,000,000. Then came the American and Australian booms, raising the quantity produced in 1858 to the value of £30,000,000. After 1853 there was a gradual decline to less than £20,000,000 in 1883. ‘This was the lowest period, and then the De Kaap and other discoveries in Af- rica began to raise the total slowly again. Between 1888 and 1887 the El Callao mine in South America and the Mount Morgan in Australia helped greatly to enlarge the output, and then in 1887 the “Randt” he- gan to yield of its riches. The following are the estimates of a mining expert of the world’s gold production years during the five 10,000; 1801 31,110,00¢ )-94, namel: 1,000; 1892, £ 1894, £36,000,000. no dis- tinction seems to have been made between mine valuations and mint valuations; but it will be observed that the estimate for 1894 corresponds with that of the United States mint authorities. As to the future of the South African sources of supply, it is estimated by Messrs. Hatch & Chalmers, mining en- gineers, who have lately published an ex- haustive work on the subject, that before the end of the present century the Wit- watersrandt mines alore will be yielding gold to the value of £20,000,000 annually; that early next century they will turn out £26,000,000 annually, and that the known resources of the district are equal to a total production within the next half cen- tury of £700,000,000, of which probably £200,000,000 will be clear profit over the cost of mining. ————~+o+_____ What is a Passion? From London Fun. Mrs. Prosy—‘‘Reading is quite a passion with my husband.’ Mrs. Dresser—‘‘So it is with mine when he reads my milliner’s bills!" —————_+e+___ The Reason. From an Exchange., ‘Wesson—“You look to see how a story ends before you read far, do you? You are unable to control your curiosity, I sup- PSisson—"That's not it. I’m afraid it will end by recommending some patent medi- cine.” < LAWYERS WHO FLEE FROM FATE. Efforts to Avoid Cases With No Moncey in Them. From the New York Sun. One of the amusing incidents to be seen in the courts of law is the race against time and fate run every day by the law- yers who practice in the court of special sessions. Since the justices began enfore- ing the rule that any lawyer in the court room may be pressed into the service of an undefended prisoner upon the declara- tion of the latter that he has no means to pay for counsel, the legal lights have been somewhat overworked. It is neces- sary for them to be there if they have any case on the calendar, lest their cases should be called and they be found miss- ing; and as long as they remain they are likely at any moment to be called to the unremunerative de‘ense of some Italian ragpicker charged with violation of the corporation ordinances, or a bedraggled woman up for larceny from the person, or any other of the many prisoners charged With petty crimes. To escape as much of this work as pos- sible is the object of the lawyer's exi tence. No sooner Coes a lawyer finish th last of his regular cases for the day than he seizes his hat and coat and makes for the door. Regard for the dignity of the court deters him from too hurried a pace, while, on the other hand, eagerness to get on the further side of the big door, where safety les, impels him to make what haste he may. The result is a sneak- Both Had Heart Trouble THE DOCTOR DIED BOT THE PATIENT RECOVERED. An Unusually Interesting Case That Borders Upon the Marvelous, From the Press, Corning, fowa. Sympathetic heart trouble compictely and perma- Rently cured, sounds like a myth or a fairy tale, and yet this was actuntly sceomplished in the case of Miss Jenrie Cox of Corning, Iowa. This Indy ts very enthusiastic in speaking of ber recovery, and when a reporter called upon her aily gave the following statemeiit of her wonderful cure “Yes, sir, your information in regard to my belng cured of heart diseare is correct. Por five years I Was aMicted with ssmpathetic heart trouble. I would suddenly become faint, my would cvase to beat, and I could scarcely catch my b I would le down, and only } most _ardnous and diligent w: me, ‘Thess: attacks is a malady which one x Ing medical t at int, consulted with the ablest physicians in’ Minneapo lis, Minn., and, in fact, all the best phjsicians Whom J kiew, Gat none of them could relieve me. mem er, e, but, Like iter aatot One physician, Dr. De: seemed to thoroughly understand my the rest, was unable to cure me sitnilarly to myself and told me w I expecially would n ing, wistful sort of progress that wakes a chord of sympathy in the breast of any man who has ever tried to “hook out" of the school house while the teacher was busy at the blackboard. First the lawyer catches up his hat and coat, and with noiseless steps glides through the first gate as if expecting it to shut him in. Outside of that he increases his speed materially. Commonly he can’t resist the temptation when half way to the door to look sround and see if the presiding justice's eyes are on him. If they are be straightens up, assuming a dignified and stately walk; if not, he s ds forward and is at the very door when— “Mr. Blank! One moment if you please.” The unfortunate fugitive gives one in- voluntary convulsive movement like a man struck with a bullet. ‘Yes, your honor,” he says meekly, turn- ing around. “You will kiudly defend the prisoner at the bar, who is witout counsel.’ And the lawyer does it with what grace he can command. To one of the young- sters among the legal representatives b longs the honor of having escaped a call. An old hand had just concluded a case and was doing his prettiest to reach the door, with the young lawyer h yard or two behind »naking for the same goal. Just as the older man disappeared Justice Jerome called his name,’ hut of course got no an- swer. 7 other had his hand on the dour knob, when the justice called to him, in- tending that he should take the case. ir. Jones, will you—” he began. 1 will,” interrupted ll him bdck; he's just and before the court could inter- young J outside, fere he darted out the door. “Joe, the judg: wants you there in court,” he sald, catching up to his fellow who, with a wry face, retraced his 1 for me, ce Jerome, spectators caa; @ Was a great Jaush. did not, Mr. ith,” said the justice, now that you're here, will you kindly as sul te in this case for your de- parted ¢ Mr. Jones. your honor?" he and court, lawye on to the joke, and Young +s kept out of special sessions for the remainder of the week. = ae: ws “you” AND “THOU,” The Order of the New French Minister of War. From the New York Tribune. A decree has just been issued at Paris by the new minister of war forbidding offi- cers to address the soldiers under their erders by the familiar pronoun of “thou.” Henceforth the more formal “you” is alone to be employer “Tu” and “du” and “thou” are terms not of contempt, but of familiarity and inu- macy, and their use implies no lack of con- sideration for the person to whom they are applied, but, on the contrary, a feeling of ard. In monarchical coun- sns have always pa ng their troops with the in the same way that y apply the word iidren” to even grizzled and batule-scarred veterans twice their age. The men like to be addressed thus, and feel tries the sove point of addre: pronoun “thou, a sort of s athy for those whom they regard as displaying in this. way affection and interest in their welfare. this new departure has been the spirit of republicanism, the minister's {dea being that a soldier is just as much a French citizen and entitled to as much respect as an officer. In the German, Austrian, Italian and Rus- sian armies the officers not only use the word “thou” to their men, but among them- selves as well, and the youngest lieutenant may use it to his colonel or even to his general when off duty, the idea being they are brothers and comrades in arms. Officers meeting for the first time use “thou” even though one be a prince and the other the son of a petty shopkeeper; one the colonel of some crack cavalry regiment, and the other a subaltern in a mere line regiment. In the that is to say, among the old nobility, whence the parvenu and the nouveau riche element is severely cluded, every one calls the other “thou,” even young girls styling old dowagers thus. Monarchs and royal personages in their imate intercourse with one another in- variably use the pronoun “thou.” The Prince of Wales addresses the Emperor of Austria as ‘and the Emperor of Ger- many mal of the same pronoun when writing or speaking to King Oscar or any other monarch, “Tu” and “du” and “thou” imply social equality among the persons who use them to one another, and if the French minister of war had been less hasty, and had taken the trouble of studying the history of his country, he would have found that during the early years of the great revolution at the end of the last century, when the doctrines of equality were really enforced, everybody made use of the word “citoyen” and of “thou” in addressing one another, no matter what might be the dif- ference of age or official rank. Is there any reason for dodging and ig- noring a great and vital fact simply be- cause a few preju- diced, misguided people have anti- quated ideas of what constitutes morality and modesty? Rea- son and honesty say —cerlainly not. Men and women are at- tracted to each other,| becanse they are men and women and be- cause it is right and necessary that they should be so at- tracted. The things that make a man at- tractive are the char- acteristics caused b; his inherent manli- ness—by the strength which makes him a perfect man. The same is true of wo- man. There is strong attractiveness in per- fect health. There is fascination and mag- actism in it. A wo- man cannot be en- tirely womaniy—she cannot be a perfect woman—if she is not in perfect health. In just so much as her sickness affects the organs that make her a woman, in just so much she loses attractive- ness. This is the vital part of her health. If anything is wrong there, it may result in all manner of ills all over the body, Care- Jess, or too busy, physicians frequently treat the symptoms of this kind of disorder as separate and distinct ailments. 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