Evening Star Newspaper, March 18, 1923, Page 75

THE - SUNDAY STAR, WASHINGIO. Experience With Cleopatra’s Mummy Inspires French Fears About New Find Incidents Surrounding Napoleonic Looting and Subsequent Course of Events Cause Rumors of Strange Poisons and Malignant Influences Clinging to Some Egyptian Royalties Who Were High in Ancient Priestly Favor—Lid of Gorgeous Mummy Case Remains in Cabinet of Medals at French National Library——What Happened When Prussians Were at Gates of Paris. 'ERLING HEILIG PARIS, March 8. ORD CARNARVON and Howard |, are tranquilly empty- ing Tutankhamen's rock tomb of his couch of gold, his gild- d chariots and all the mass of treas- uia so great that it is not told of— and nothing at all happens. They «rowbar thb sealed door to the inner sanctuap® and violate the stone sar- cophagus—yet nothing happene. But t W¥ill take courage in those men who know to linger over the remains ©of Tutankhamen, who was priest as wenl as Pharaoh! It is no new story (although talked | of that occult influences august vears everywhere today) roiéons and malignant were loaded into certain nummy cases thousands 120 and are of them as and agal a violation! protection wore the Yot as will, in a lesser degrer of the New York Museum Mr. Lythgos of the New high in ancient 'MILLION A YEAR FROM FUR THEFTS Also Among the Obje BY EDWARD H. SMITH. | | of nameless drugs and spices. shining of that gorgeous mummy case—which | Newspapers were full of other mu(-‘ | with untarnished gold, were the last | Was returned to Lgypt. empty! 1y adepts of a ace laid them. Two centyries Le was still beside her Antony. came a greater than Octavius Caesar. | yoycned ing French general the spoil |a lean, sallow v, | —who 1laid | Bgypt! Did Napoleon |etealing great hands on know that Cleopatra’s |1 disappearing | after Shakespeare, Then | | Lid and mummy stayed on, in Paris, {long, obscure years after the return | of the empty case to Glzeh. In some | neglected corner. a swath form lay | beneath that lid-—a royal mummy, un. Cleopatra slept well, per- haps on the principle of the one only of | British museum guard who can get fon with the priestess of the sun, he Was Tcheser Ka Ra body? | !Surely, he would not have touched per, “Treat her civil, That's what 1 sa and don't touch Treat her But the conqueror, in those days, | civil, and she will behave as a lady | gathered up, pell-mell. the treasures | should. That's my bellef, and I acts of all Europe, for the benefit of Paris. | upon it." What would today dreds of millions marbles, bronzes, in up wherever the E STRU represent hun- paintings, | French authorities tapestries, art ob- jects and antiquities, were ruthlessly till claimed to cling to ' picked imperial | at the gates of Parl After the fall of Napoleon millions priestly [ worth were returned to the govern- | ments which originally owned them, | of great the cxcavators will risk it—|but there were strange compromises, . , the staff | errors and neglectful exscutions of an ot Art, | honest French decree. York | frame would be kept and the painting A renalssance | Now, the part which the gloss over. comes Trouble followed! In 1871, when the Prussians were ters. 1t was really nobody's bus ness; and the learned men and officials who knew that it was Cleopatra felt no need to call atténtion to her bad condltion. Also it was doubtful if she stand a sea toyage in any case. 8o they burfed her in haste, with nothing but a lilac bush to mark the spot. And phenomena began to happen. If you pass down the Rue Vivienne, in Parls, glance through the griiled gateway of the library’s high wall. There you will gee the little garden where they planted Egypt's queen like a dead poodle. Learned men who read all the after- could |and fairly run at twilight as they the museums' pass the little garden to the streets. |stolen goods. DOWN, ONE BY ONE. THE MESSENGERS WHO BROUGHT BAD NEW. venge |armles passed and frefghted to the |and galleries were the scenes of fev- | In particular, the | capital. thing is claimed for royalties who | erish activity. Paintings came down walls, to be hidden in garrets. Those size were cut from their | frames and rolled Antique marbies | were boxed and buried. Preclous art objects were conveved in trunks and packing cases from the Matropolitan Museum, Mr. Wemlock, | itself sent back. or a carved Venetian | ments of curators and simple museum excavation sreatest easted of Chicago, Capt. Engeibach, Lacau and a dozen other Egyptologists who can find their way close enough to tha body. hut it is Lord Carnarvon and How ard Carter who run the most ri being primarily responsible for the tomb's violation lead of the American LL these men recognize, in their hearts, what Arthur Weigall openly calls “the malevolence sup- posed to linger around the bones of these ancient dead!” And Welgall, hindly remember, was up to recently inspector general of antiquities under the Egyptian government: The risic has been often taken. Some day a partial list of learned men and common porters who partio- ipated in great “finds" at the cost of paralysils, hallucinations eand other strango {lls (not to mention death ftself) will astonish the public. But the excavating clan has sacred ardor, and 1a silent, secretive, pigheaded. U'ntll highs...aced confession breaks the baa of silence we shall know but isolated stories, wrung by surprise from victims and evewitnesses, as in the great discoveries just before the war. At that time, Cario and London wers really excited over the malign emanations of Tcheser Ka Ra, high priestess of the sun. To the disturb- ing of her rest, they traced seven deaths and a long train of accidents, sickness and minor strokes of {ll- fortune! Physical contact seemed the chief danger from that ycllow mummy— sinoe locked in a small private room of the British museum, which few employes ever penetrate. Not only the archacologists who violated her tomb: but Arab laborers, innacent seilors, rallway porters, ex- pressmen, house servants and the English family which gave Tcheser Xa Ra an honored place In the hall of their manor house were poisoned, physically, mentally, morally! Some lost thelr health, some money, wome their lives and some their reason! Physical contact? We naturally seelk a “natural” explanation. It is known that radium activity persists through thousunds of vears. Could priestly masters of forgotten knowl- edge have charged their illustrious dead with yet more powerful, subtle substances, which even spread and seep, although, being long exposed, they weaken—as with Cleopatra's wummy, brought to Paris? * ok ok % know, indeed, that great Cleo- patra—Egypt's last, most famous queen, the Cleopatra of Shakespeare and of history—moulders under the lilac bushes of a Paris garden! Yet such is the astonishing fact. Octavius Caesar, in the piece by Shakespeare, said: “She shall be puried by her Antony. No tomb upon earth shall clip in it pair so famous”! As a fact, for fifteen centures, to + Shakeapeare's time, the two reposed in Egypt, royal mummies, redoleat | handsome effect today. bed would be returned—without its magnificent old brocade hangings! In this way. among ffty Egyptian antiquities, an mummy while in Paris. decorated in the interior, Gizeh Museum, Cairo. Empty! | Obscure mummy case and obscure mummy? Ah, no—anything but that, {in light of modern knowledge. they knew nothing at the fall lof the English, and Champollion was not to unlock hieroglyphics with its aid even years after that date, could read the “cartouch of Cleopatra. Yet there it was, un- mistakable, for all to read when the French savant, Egyptian until 1831. Nobody, time came. * ko x x presence in Paris, were abjectly frightened at inet of medals, But | | Napoleon. The Rosetta stone, part of | the same loot, strayed into the hands HESE astonishing facts are known 50 little they may seem incredi- ble, at first glance, but there is no doubt about them among the special- ists of the Louvre's Egyptian depart- ment and the French national library. No gulde book mentions Cleopatra's Later. as will be seen, they were ashamed of what they | did to her; and many high oficials the things which happened—when they happened. Yet if you visit the cabe in the national li- brary, you will still ses there the lid guards. To the credit of French pa- triotism, every object was finally re- tons of | turned to its place. in good condition obscure case was returned empty, its contents and lid remained The case itself, splendidly makes It is in the —all but Cleopatra! At that moment of terror and con- tusion (repeated in 1918, just before the American masses were thrown in between Paris and the Teutonic on- rush) this mummy and two others of no consequence were hurried to | the same cellar where they had hid- | den the coln collections. Through & bad winter and early thaw, the Seine waters rose to this cellar—and nobody paid attention. All its hidden treasures soaked without of THE ONLY PART OF CLEOPATRA'S MUMMY THAT GOT BACK TO PARIS. AT RIGHT, EMPTY CASE, WITHOUT LID, NOW IN NA. TIONAL LIBRARY, PARIS. harm—all mummies! Alas! When taken up to daylight, Cleopatra had finally met the fate of common mortals! She who had slept in gold and spices for 1,800 years was now become an object of great- er repulsion than a mummy ought to be. The coins went back to the national library. The mummiee, being in the party, accompanied them; but the 1i- brary officlals held their noses and declared that the queen, in particular, had lost all quality to figure among the treasures of a medal cabinet! except these Egyptian * ok k% T was then or never that Cleopatr: fully recognized but etill kept se- cret, should have been returned with honors to Egypt. But the Prussians ‘were at St. Denis (as the French are in the Ruhr today) end the French republic was barely established. to the private apart- | ] They feel their souls attacked. One dry student of middle age economics | feels an interior urge to “flee to { Egypt.” on a garden bench, until removed b, |a policeman. Oftenest. they dash off | in panic fright and get knocked down | by taxi cabs. Neighbors tell of “dust-whirls” in | the garden. The proprietor of an ad- | joining hat store has seen them light {up with a pale rose phosphorescence. Minor phenomena, all these. They have been weakening through the years. None in authority at the na- tional library dates from 1871. None feels responsibllity. None fears the | “feeling.” But it was different in {1872 * % ko | FPODAY, one sole survivor, | 4 man of Meudon, trembles at the name of Cleopatra. | He is Aristide Duval, left. in own opinion, as “a horrible example |and a warning.” Already. in 1872, he | was the sole survivor of four museum | guards who bore Cleopatra from the Seine-soaked cellar to the little gar- den of the lilacs “She caused sickness, death, loss of property, friends and reason to all who touched her on the day she was burfed” says Aristide Duval. “Mon- sleur Hervet, the curator, died of a lingering fever two months later. He had touched the body. Also Monsieur Boislutin, his adjoint of the coin cabi- net, who preceded him, by apoplexy. “Equally, Monsieur Fauno, assistant librarian, lost all his family fortune in one month of epeculftion on the bourse, and died demented and for- saken. One other learned man, whose name I shall not tell, fell by a foot- pad’'s knife at midnight, outside the Mabille gardens.” The aged, broken man lowers his voice. “We were only four poor guards, obeying orders. Yet she struck us: When Lavigne committeed suicide I resigned, because we were all panic- stricken after Monsieur Hervet and his adjoint. I retired to Meudon and got off with what the doctors called malignant typhold. but it wasn't. My hair fell out. I lost my teeth, sores came to me and my left leg was para- Iyzed. As you see, I drag it. “With these ills she let me linger as example! Brunin and Tremglay, the two other guards, well, I'll not talk of them. They went wrong in their heads and died, with blood—. Of course, the Queen of Egypt felt the ignominy of our touch. She did not want to moulder in the earth. But it was {ll to touch her. in the first place.” Queen Ants and Bees. T has been contended that the queen ant has not had justice done to her by naturalists. As compared with the famous queen bee, she 19 regarded by some a8 a far miore admirabie creature. In fact, they are, in many respects, diametrical opposites. The queen bee is a de- generate creature, unable to nourlsh either herself or her young, to visit flowers, to bulld combs, or to store them with honey. With the queen ant quite the reverse is true. She is a perfect example and embodiment of her specles and the worker ants suffer from incomplete and retarded de- velopment. The queen ant is a very industrious and intelligent worker and it is pointed out that she forms an exceedingly interesting subject for understood. study, and has not hitherto been well —_— If you would be happy—scatter happiness. | noon In the library shudder, tremble { Another sat. rapt and vacant, | aged | m;! URS and silks—the two chief | extravagances of dress, and by | that token the principal loot | of mercantile thieves! John C. Scott, manager of the Furriers’ Secur- ity Alliance, has just announced.that of furs alone half a million dollurs’ worth go the way of larceny each year in New York. His estimate is careful and even 100 conservative. From other sources—furriers. in- surers, detectives and thieves them- | selves—I get an estimate at least dou- ble Mr. Scott's, but mine includes the wharves, the surrounding waters and the Jersey raflway terminals. Per- baps that accounts for the difference. The center about which the whole | fur stealing business resolves s the | fence e receiver and disposer of | Under the direction of | {this man work bands of burglars, tru robbers and sneak thieves They i get the furs he needs by breaking into the lofts of other furriers. by holding up delivery vans or sneaking the pre- cious packages of furs out of them. In various cities, from Bangor to Seattle, the greater fences have their | outlet stores where pelts stolen in | New York can be made into garments and sold with utter safety. Storfes have beén written of the methods employed by burglars in en- tering lofts where rich collections of fine pits are stored, of the manner of beating burgla# alarms, of inside and outside jobs, of all the technique of mercantile burglary. It is the same | in the case of furs as in that of silk. | All this has to do with the commer- cialized larceny of a great city. Tt is methodical, workaday. cocl, repetitive. The only thrill comes from the occa- slonal miscarriage of a plan, the sud- den encountering of honest officers. the prodigies of courage displayed by the robbers here and there. But there is another side to fur !stealing in which keen wits, sharp planning. quixotic during are always cally present Here we may our delight in clever vil- In this field of fur stealing man, that Abraham of the underworld, makes felt his ef- ficlent cunning. Here we find humor, | drama, even a tragic note, and always | a vigorous, sardonic tone. Intelli-; genee @6 at work; we feel the writhing of the:plot roman | exhaust { 1ainies jthe confidence AST spring a wealthy womai, vo- | 14 cupying @& large apartment in {the chosen section of Riverside Drive, | [telephoned to her furrier and asked m to call for her furs for storage. She explained that she wanted to| lul-ir her mink coat once more and hat he should, meantime. take out or summer furs, clean them, brush {them and get them ready for use. Finaily, it wus agreed that the win- ter furs should be called for on the {following Monday, four or five days off. On Friday the woman's personal mald came to her a little shyly and sald she had been married that day | and wished to resign. She was sorry to give so brief notice. but her new husband had suddenly received a g00d offer in Chicago and there was no way but to marry and leave at once. The employer growled a bit, ibut ended by congratulating the maid, wishing her well and handing {ner $50 as a wedding gift. And im- | meatately atter ainner on Saturday the maid departed. At 8 o'clock on Monday morning | {there was a ring at the delivery en-| trance of the rich woman's apart- ment. A parlor maid answered and was confronted by a uniformed de- livery man. who sald he had come | from Pourboir & Co. for madam's furs. The maid bore the message to her employer and that cautious woman asked that the man be brought to her. She looked him over carefully, saw that he was in correct uniform, with the name of the firm on his cap and a receipt book in his hand. “I came for the furs” he said with crude simplicity. “You'll give a receipt for them she asked. “Certainly.” book. “Just what .do you send?" The wealthy woman's maid brought out a fine mink coat worth $3,000 or $4,000, & short coat of squirrel worth $1,000, an evening wrap of broadtail and cloth worth $3,000, a silver fox worth $500 or $600 and one or two minor pleces. The uniformed man noted all the items on his blank, signed the name of the firm, scrawled what might have been his initials and walked away with an armful of costly garments, at least $8,000 worth. He went down the service elevator, walked out of the rear entrance, turned toward Broadway, stepped into a closed car with his precious burden and was swiftly driven away. * * X ¥ o= he said, opening his wish to T 10:30 there was another ring at the delivery door of the wealthy woman’s apartment. Outside stood another uniformeéd man from Pour- boir & Co. The mald brushed him away impatiently. Madam had already given her furs to another collector from the same housp. The driver rang the doorbell again and insisted. There must be some mistake. Would the maid please ask her mistress and make sure? The girl returned in half a minute and said madam did not wish to be annoyed further; she had given her furs and held a receipt for them. Ten minutes later the rich woman's telephone rang. An official of Pour- boir & Co. wished to speak with her. There was a quick exchange of questions and anawers in an ascend- ing key. The man at one end of the line said he would send @ detective at once; the woman at the other fainted. She had given her furs to a thief disguised aa a delivery man for the famous house of furriers. The details of the plot are very simple. The maid who had resigned on Friday and left on Seturday was a “moll” or thieves' woman, planted in the house for just such a chance at the wealthy chatelaine's jewaels or | confederates of the lady's habits and | | stimpler way where numbers of per- { impreseed by the uniform and the re- cts Sought. o “PELTS STOLEN IN NEW YORK C AND SOLD WITH UTTER SAFETY, IDENTIFY THEM.” furs. She had informed her male they had outfitted one of thelr men in a Pourboir uniform, supplied him with a pad of receipts bearing the Pour- boir name, and sent him early in the morning, before the firm would be likely to disturb a wealthy client. The thieves knew that madam was an early riser and would be on hand to give up her furs, No one was arrested, and not a skin was recovered. This trick is accomplished in a much haps minor victims are to be robbed. The thieves get a girl employed in the bookkeeping department of some great store which deals in furs. She gets from the books the names and addresses of people who have bought furs from the firm and are in the habit of sending them back every spring for storage. Her confederates equip themselves with' the drivers' uniforms of this firm and a pad of receipts got up in imitation of a genuine receipt which the girl has stolen for them. | These men then start out early in| the spring and watch the houses of thelr victims. As soon as the mis- tress ie seen going out, they call, say they have come from the great store for madam’s furs and show a receipt | on which is scrawled what looks Hke an order. If husband or child answets, they pretend that the lady of the house telephoned yesterday. If a maid answers, they say madam must have stepped into the store a few days before and left the order. In some cases they fail to get the furs, of course, but in the majority of in- stances the innocents hand them over, celpt book. Just this misfortune be- fell a friend of the writer's two sea- | sons ago, and he is still hearing about it from an irate wife. * % k% UT similar fraud devices are also aimed at the great fur dealers, where the trick must be more refined and finely executed, but where the rewards of success are also greater. A celebrated case of this kind, which received some publicity at the time it happened, may still be of interest. One afternoon a beautifully dredsed woman, neither too young nor too old for the part she had to play, alighted before Blank's from a beautifully appointed limousine and was ushered inside the big malin door by a bowing footman. She went immediately to the fur department and began trying on wraps of the costliest furs. Her fine feathers impressed the men who attended her; the price of the coats she was trying on made them hold breaths, and a kind of theatric tall ness which she affected impressed them as the suthentic grand manne She put on and took off half a dozen costly wraps with glorious non- chalance, quickly selected the one she wanted and said: “Send it to me tomorrow, ple Mrs. J. Baxter De Grand, the Willows, Marksvill account. And out she sailed as unruffied as 2 stenographer with a freshly applied permanent wave. The coat was wrapped In tissue and ribbons, l1aid out in & box and intrust- ed to the delivery man for transfer to the home of this wealthy and scin- tillant soclety woman, whose name was in the newspapers twice a week, whose charities were numberless, whose husband was known to be pos- sessed of bottomless pockets. No one gave the matter a secomd thought save the salesman who had made a tat commission, which he received and pocketed at the gnd of the Week. But just after the first of the fol- lowing month came the detonation. | | L. L Charge it to my] AN BE MADE INTO GARMENTS AS IT IS IMPOSSIBLE TO It was concealed in an envelope with the De Grand arms in the corner. It was composed as follows: “Gentlemen: Mrs. De Grand asks me to Inform you that she has just received from your firm a statement listing the purchase of a $15,000 fur coat. She wishes me to inform you there must be some mistake, since she has not been in your shop fn more than two yéars, and since | she has neither ordered mnor received any such garment.” It was signed by the secretary. The furriers were in consternation. They telephoned urgéntly to Mrs. De Grand. They reminded her of her visit on the third of the precéding month. She repeated impatiently that she had not been there. They gave details. She told them coldly and de- cisively that they had been duped. “But the coat was deliveréd to your house,” pleaded the manager. “Impossible,” said Mrs. De Grand. “However, you may send some one to investigate and question the servants if you like.” The correct address of Ars. Grand had been given and the de- liveryman insisted that he had taken the coat to the De Grand house and handed it to a mald, who had re- ceipted for fit. the maid among the De Grand serv- ants. Neither could the officers fasten any guilt upon him. Presumably the merchants ultimately discovered what must have happened to their coat, but the secret has never been bared, per- haps on the good, old fallacious theory that to explain the work- ings of the plot would lead oth- ers to imitate it. Only one thing is certain, and that is that a “moll” tried on and ordered the coat, posing | as the society woman, and that other members of her gang managed some- how to get possession of it. Sinoe | four weeks elapsed between the theft and its discovery, it was almost use- less to seek the thieves and none was ever caught. But more beautiful still is the ad- venture of the soclety woman and the store detective. * Ok % X RLY one aftéernoon a richly gowned woman drove up to the establishment of one of the great fur- riers, left her limousine standing at the curb and hurried in to demand im- medliate attention. She must have a sable evening wrap at once. Had they any made up? Four or five were shown her and she selected the best in a great hurry. Then she asked to see the credit man. “I am Mrs. Grattan Jones of Stam- ford,” she sald, really using the name of a rather well known attorney and capitalist. “We haven't an account in this store, I belleve, but you must know who we are. I have just picked out a ble wrap which I want to wear tonight. I wonder if you can let me have it and send the blll to Mr. Jones on Monday." “We might be able to do that if we had Mr. Jones' O. K. on it," sald the credit man. “May I telephone him and ask? Mrs. Jones displayed immediate dis- trega. “Unfortunately he's out of the oity and will not return till Monday," she said, “But surely you can let me have it. My husband will pey for anything I want.” Just here this subtle little actress dug a very fine steel into the psy- chology of the credit man. He knew these little tricks of frivoléus women with close-fisted husbands, This de- lightful Mrs. Jones would take the wrap, wear it to her function, stun her rivals and accomplish her ends On Monday, when the dill was pre- sented to Jenes, there would be 2 De! He could not identify | | Predatory New York Gangs Resort to Ingenious Schemes to Obtain High-Priced | Pelts, Not Only From Persons Who Have Them in Their Homes, But Also From the i Big Establishments, Which Are Constantly on the Watch for Swindlers—Story of the Detective Who Was Outwitted While Armed and on the Alert for Thieves—Silks storm. He would say that he had | authorized no such credit and back | would come the coat, perhaps onl slightly mussed, possibly sadly dan |aked. No. no! e would fall f no such game, e was too old bird. But even as the congratulating hiw divined Mrs. Jones' accomplished her trickster's purpos: d made her victim | game and forced him to turn all his | wariness into one direction while i | swiftly accomplished her real end by {a totally different ruse. The credit | man was so busy watching the trees | that he did not see the forest tum | vling about him. ry sorry “T'd lik credit . man was eme she hat then, \r: o have ac e can't out and ir being used ar please, please. 1 don't mea gest that you, ah, e Mrs. Jones seemed couraged. | “Thers must | saia. 1 must I night.” “Couldn’t you give us a check “Its $25,000. I haven't that muct in the bank.” “Perhaps your modate you? Mrs. Jones considered this. Finaliy she lifted her face with decision and delight. | “I have it!” she trilled “T have | $25,000 in liberty bonds at home ir {my safe. If you'd accept them—" | “Of course, we would. We'd waive {any difference in the value or yo could send us a check when your | hushand returns on Monday and we'c gladly return the bonds |~ “But how am 7 to get them to vor in time? T can’t drive home and re- | turn the bonds and then home again in time.” There was another minute of con- sidering. Then she was again seize with inspiration. | “Could you send one of your m with me? Td drive him home in my car. give him the bonds and have my chauffeur drive him back.” “Certainly, madam,” said ti man with a sagacious twinkie in | eve. “T'll send one of our managers Just wait here and I'll bring him let = returne —but- utt be some have that way coat 1 bank will ascom e creu | S | LJE slipped away to another | of the stors, summ stors detective struotions. “Don’t let her know tective,” were his 1 don’t want to offend her." Mr. Hogan wad introduced to Mrs Jones and took his place beside he in the limousine. The clever “moil who was playing the part of Mis Jones had expected a store detcc and would have recognized this spe clal specimen of the genius at eye reach. he was chuckling inwardi: as the swift limousine whirled ouf of the traffic, reached the freer scc tions of Upper Broadway and reach out for the open fields and the sma er towns along the route. Only the day before this same clever woman swindler had appeared at the well known sanitarium of Dr. We lngton Whiff, a few miles out « town on the road she was now trave ing with the detective at her s She had represented herself to good doctor as Mrs. Jones and to him a pitiful tale of her husband mania. The man was convinced tha: he was a store detective, was carry ing a revolver, wearing a star and thréatening to kill her. He raved | constantly, fought if any one came near him and trled to shoot her and their children when she had sug gested a sanitarium. She had the lald the plan with Dr, Whifr. So Mrs. Jones and Detective Hogan drove happily along through the late autumnal afternoon, she exultant the certain success of her ventu: and he congratulating himself on ti pleasant company of so fine a lad The car reached a turn and befor par oned the chief and gave him vou're a de words. them lay the sanitarium. “I want to stop here for a miau and visit my sister,” she said, tappi on the window and motioning t! chauffeur, who nodded and broug his car to a stop before the doors Mrs. Jones got out and ran up .the steps of the sanitarfum. At the same moment the chauffeur got out and began inspecting the car and tinke: ing with the tank. Hogan crawlec out of the deep cushions to stretcl his legs and see what the driver was doing. The chauffeur closed the cay and stood chinning with the detec tive. Then the doors of the sau. tarium opened and out came Mr Jones, two keepers in civilian cloth ing following nonchalantly, as thoug not interested in her. The shrewd adventuress stood moment with her foot on the running board of her car, to give the keepe time to come up, while Hogan walt gallantly behind her, holding ope: the doer. With a sudden movemenu: she entered, At the same moment the chauffeu leaped upon Hogan from behind, the two keepers attacked him in frou quickly pinned him down, took h revolver and dragged him into th sanitarium. The chauffeur left wo. that Mrs. Jones would return in a hour, ran out, took his place at th. wheel and raced away with his “moll and her §25,000 sable wrap. It was more than three hours before Hogan was able to convince the au thorities of the sanitarium that he was not mad and that a most ingen fous robbery had been committed. Incredible? It happened in New York not long ago; just one of the finer feats of the thieves who steal « mlillion in furs every year. — The highest price ever paid for a poem was 6,000 golden crowns, paid to Sannazaro by the citizens of Venice for his culogy of their city—a poem of six lines only