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CHAPTER XVIII.—(Continued.) “Which, of course, he accepted.” “Wait a minute. He was sufficient- ly oiled up to be talkative, and when I made my offer he simply laughed, and said that he had just been offered thirty pounds by a lady to get a rela- tive away, and he was waiting for her to turn up with the money.” “Well, what has this got to do with Miss Dauncey?” “Simply that Miss Dauncey was the lady, and you, my dear fellow, were the relative.” “Oh! it is impossible; I tell you that I know nothing about it.” “Well, let it rest at that for a min- ute. I saw her meet this man, and I saw the money paid over. When they parted I followed her, and you can im- agine her surprise when she saw mé. Whether her agitation was guilt or pleasure I cannot say, but she ex- sed great satisfaction at the meet- She then told me that you were in imminent danger of arrest, and she was endeavoring to get you out of the country.” ° “I give you my word, Twist, that I know nothing of all this. Ie is news to me.” “Then, if that is the case, all I can is that you ought to be jolly well med of yourself for the way you have treated that stanch little woman. Why, with an ally like that to back one up a man could do anything; but we'll let that pass. I asked her where you were, and she told me you had gone to Nottingham, and I knew at once where to find you.” “Aye; and she told Hammond, and I suppose he has given this place away.” “Perhaps he has; anyway, I thought I had better come to you immediately, and she was very grateful when I of- fered to take you a message. I at once hired a motor car and started off; I arrived here three hours ago.” And where is the car?” “In the shed at the back. I am glad you turned up when you did, as I am impatient to be off; this place is far from healthy now that Hammond has given up away.” “Where do you propose to go?” “Back to town with all speed; there is no hiding place like London.” “Then let us get away as soon as possible; this place is getting on my nerves.” ‘ “It is not very cheerful, certainly, so I will be off.” “But—you are going to take me with you; you are not going to leave me in this dismal hole alone?” “My dear Winton, do you take me for a fool? Do you think I came all the way down here from London for the purpose of giving you a ride in my motor car? You are making a great mistake, and while we are about it we may as well have a little plain speaking, and what I want to say is this. I am sick and tired of you and your company; we have been in many things together, and you have always brought a reasonable amount of intel- ligence to bear upon them, but in this last affair you have been a colossal failure, and I am done with you.” “But the ‘Empire’s Dream?” “At 6ne time I regarded it as the joint property of three. Hammond forfeited his share by giving us away, and you have sacrificed what would have been your half by this con- spiracy with Miss Dauncey.” “It is not true.” “It makes no difference; I believe that it is. It will take a lot of argu- ment to convince me that you and Miss Dauncey have not conspired to get out of the country with the dia- mond and leave me in the lurch, It is part of your plan for both to profess innocence, but I am not a child to be fed with such pap. No, my dear Win- ton—I beg your pardon, Lord Lore- muir—I am now in this matter alone, and you must make shift to do what you can for yourself; you are far too dangerous company for me.” “It is not like you, Twist, to leave a man in a tight corner. Don’t desert me, there’s a good fellow. If I can only get away for atime I shall be able to arrange things, ‘and you won't be the loser. Help me out—you will, won't you?” “Ie we were differently situated you would help me out, I know, with the toe of your boot. In all our schemes you have kept yourself well in the background, and endeavored to make yourself secure by some kind of a counterplot, but in this case you have overreached yourself. I have not the slightest doubt that if you had suc- ceeded in marrying Mary Brent \you would have given me and Hammond away in order to keep the ‘Empire's Dream’ in your precious family.” “But I am in danger, Twist, and— and I’ve lost my nerve. I start at shadows and almost shriek at a noise. I cannot be left alone. I cannot—I won’t—I——” “Quiet, man, quiet! Have you lost your senses altogether? You are rav- ing like a timid child afraid of being jeft in the dark. I cannot have you with me, and I won't.” “And—and I have no money, Twist.” “That's a lie. The Dauncey woman told me that she gave you enough to get out of the country. Now pull your- self together, Winton, and listen to me. In a few minutes I shall be gone. When the game is up it is every man The Empire’s Dream Amazing Adventures of a Gang of Thieves Who Stole a World-Famous Dia- mond of Fabulous Wealth. for himself, and I am going to look after number one now. You have got a good friend working for you there. If you will accept my advice, go to the little woman who has been work- ing for you and accept her help.” “If I get there, how am I to find her?” “It is easy enough and comparative- ly safe. The little woman has brains and foresight; she has chosen a busy place for your meeting and a busy time. The Olama sails on Thursday, the 17th, and you are to be at Plum- stead between 1 and 2. Meet her there.” As Twist finished speaking he rose from his seat and buttoned up his coat, with the evident intention of taking his. departure; and. Winton, who had been puncturing the conver- sation with ever-recurring sips of raw whisky, eyed him furtively for a mo- ment, “You are going?” “Tt am, and at once; I have no cray- ing for the company of a coward, and if ever a man showed the white feath- er in the face of danger, you are that one. “Well, at least let us part friendly and have a drink together before you g0.” “Qh! I don’t bear any malice, but I have to protect myself, and I lessen my chances in your company.” “There is only enough for one here; I must get another bottle.” Winton filled the cup and gulped the contents down greedily; the raw spir- its raced down his throat and turned his blood to fire. A hot flash mounted to his. brain and a sinister determina- tion filled his eyes. He rose to his feet and went to the cupboard. Twist sat down at the table again. “Have you got a corkscrew?” Twist unbuttoned his overcoat and placed a hand in his pocket. Winton was slightly behind him; in an instant he swung the bottle round and crashed it on the skull of the unsus- pecting man, and Twist fell like a log. The blood-light swam in Winton’s eyes as with a cry of triumph and rage he sprang upon the prostrate body. With the force of a maniac he seized upon the throat of his victim and battered his head upon the hearth- stone until the strength of his fury was spent. “The diamond, the ‘Empire's Dream!’” With something of a shud- der he recovered the jewel. There was blood upon his hands and he trem- bled. The still form lying there so very quiet filled him with horror and a nameless dread. He dare not ex- tinguish the candle and be left alone with that, even for a single instant. So, leaving the pocr glimmer to light for a short space the chamber of the dead, he gave one backward glance at the quiet, still form, and passed out into the night with the brand of Cain upon him. = * 8 * * It was late in the busy town of Plumstead; the cheap-jacks in Bers- ford Square had packed their wares and departed, the temperance orators and religious reformers had decided to Jet their words of wisdom sink into the minds of their hearers in the hope of some possible good arising there- from, and, furthermore, the listeners themselves had realized the fact that it was near closing time. 3 A man, apparently of the seafaring class, reeled out of a public house and passed along the Plumstead road by the arsenal gates. Three men of the loafer class detached themselves from the shadow of the wall and silently went after him. Suddenly there arose a cry for help, and the seafaring man, with his back to the wall, was fighting blindly to keep off his antagonists. The three men closed round him, and, still fight- ing, he fell to the ground. “An’ ut’s help ye want, is ut? Three to wan an’ that wan drunk. Ye drity, thievin’ scoundrels, an’ ut’s meself _that’ll take a hand in this, faith, aye.” To the three loafers it seemed as if an avalanche had struck them, and in less time than it took them to realize it they were lying, three bruised heaps, in the gutter. “Sure, an’ me little man, have they hurt ye much? Get up, ye black- whiskered whisky bottle, an’ let’s have a look at ye, faith, aye.” The man rose slowly to his feet and deliberately proceeded to feel in his pockets, pulling out handfuls of gold and silver. “No, they haven't got anything. I'm pretty full up, matey, but I know what I’m doing. Oh, yes, I know that.” “Faith, but I’ve seen that phiz of yours before. Sure, an’ ut’s Jack Pil- rig, or ye can call me daft—aw, yis, sure.” The man stared stupidly at him for a moment, “And if it ain’t Joe Brawn of Bal- jarat!” “It is an’ all, faith, aye. are ye doing here, sure?” “You come along o’ me, matey, see me aboard my ship, and I'll tell you a fairy-tale. Come along; the Olama i she is. Right, oh!” Joe Brawn readily assented, and af- ter a deal of difficulty succeeded in piloting the man across the river and on board the Olama, An’ what “Fancy seeing you like this, Joe— -and just in the nick of time, too! ., Those brutes would have been through my pockets in no time.” “Faith, an’ ye seem to have {, fine lot o’ money on ye, Jack. Wheu ye uster come to me little tavern in Bal- larat ut wasn’t money ye had the most of, sure, no.” “rhat’s true for you, Joe, and many’s the time you've lent mea pound or two to get back to my ship.” “Sure, an’ ut wasn’t fer your own sake, ye mad blackguard, but fer the memory o’ yer sister, bonnie Kate— aw, yis, sure.” “And isn’t it through that same sis- ter that I’m now rolling in money, and the promise of more to come? Why, the way she throws it at me, she seems to be made of it.” “Faith, now, an’ what d’ye mean? Where is Kate now, anyway, for ut’s Joe Brawn that’s losin’ his eyesight a- lookin’ for her, sure, an’ that’s so?” “Then you needn’t look very far, for it’s only this very day I saw her in Plumstead, and a fine state she was in, to be sure; it’s only once in a while I see her, but she seems rare and wor- ried.” “Faith, an’ what for did she give ye the money? Tell me that, now, an’ no nonsense, or ut’s Joe Brawn’ll break every bone in yer worthless skin.” “{ don’t mind telling you, Joe; there’s no secret about it as far as I’m concerned. Kate came to the ship and asked for me, and after a bit she says, ‘Jack, can you get a man on your ship as stoker for this voyage, and it’s thirty pounds in your pocket? Well, fancy saying a thing like that to a man like me.” “Faith, an’ knowing ye as I do I can see the folly of ut—aw, yis, sure; an’, of course, ye jumped at ut?” “Like a cat on a mouse. ‘Kate,’ I said, ‘hand it over and the job’s done; it’s not the first man that I’ve helped to smear his face with coal dust and hide his guilty countenance under honest grime.’” “Sure, an’ I believe ye; ye’d do any- thing for a bit o’ easy-got money; but what’s Kate doing with a man as wants to hide his face in the stoke- hole of a ship, faith, what?” “Oh, he’s an old friend of Kate's; he’s not a man of much account, al- though he’s got a handsome face and a soft, coaxing manner with him that would wheedle the bung out of a cask of ale.” “Faith, an’ do ye know him?” “Aye, matey; I knew him years ago.” “An’ what might his name be?” “I don’t know what his name is now, put I used to know him as Jasper Gar- lick.” “Jasper Garlick! Faith, an’ I’m on his track at last, the dirty scoundrel. Look here, Jack Pilrig; the truth now, or I’ll choke ye. When does this scal- lawag join the ship, faith, when?” “On the afternoon of the 17th.” “An’ what more d’ye know? me, sure.” “That he’s going to meet Kate in Plumstead on that date, and she’s go- ing to bring him on to the ship.” “~hen, if ye’re relying on him to work for ye during the voyage, ye’d better ship another man in case he doesn’t turn up, faith, aye.” “What do you mean?” “Sure an’ I mean that before he leaves England he’s going to have an interview with his father-in-law, an’ Tell ut may not agree with his system, faith, no.” “His father-in-law! Who's that?” “Sure an’ it’s Joe Brawn of Ballarat, faith, aye.” (To Be Continued.) HOW WOMAN WAS MADE. The Hindu Theory a Pretty Substi- tute for the Rib Theory. The poor Hindu was sadly put to it to account for woman, lovely woman, but no more so than many wiser ones since his time. According to the le- gend, Twashtri, the Vulcan of Hindu mythology, created the world, but when he arrived at the final object which was to be his chef d’oeuvre he found to his annoyance that he had run out of matertals. He had not a single chunk of solid matter left: With a mental execration upon his carelessness he fell into a profound meditation, the result of which was that he took “the roundness of the moon, the undulating curves of the serpent, the graceful twist of The creeping plant, the light shivering of the grass blade and the slenderness of the willow, the velvety softness of the flowers, the lightness of the feath- er, the gentle gaze of the doe, the frolicsome of the sunbeam, the tears of the cloud, the inconstancy of the wind, the timidity of the hare, the van- ity of the peacock, the hardness of the- diamond, the cruelty of the tiger, the heat of the fire, the chill of the snow, the cackling of the parrot and the cooing of the turtle dove.” He mixed these together in equal proportions, and the result was woman. After all, demands the Kansas City Journal, isn’t this an advance upon the rib theory? East and West of Fi East of Fiji life! is one long, lotus eating dream, stirred only by occa- sional parties of pleasure, feasting, Jove making, dancing and a very little gardening work. Music is the soul of the people, beauty of face and move- ment is more the rule than the excep- tion, and friendliness to strangers is carried almost to excess. Westward of the Fijis lie the dark, wicked, cannibal groups of the Solomons, Banks and New Hebrides, where life is more like a nightmare than a dream; murder stalks openly in broad daylight, peo- ple are nearer to monkeys than hu- man beings in aspect, and music and ALMCST A MIRACLE, © UAL I Raised Up When Science Said There Was No Hope. G. W. L. Nesbitt, Depot Street, Marion. Ky., writes: “I was a chronic invalid with kidney troubles, and often wished death might end my awful suffer- ings. The secretions were thick with sedi- ment, my limbs swollen and my right side so nearly par- WNW “- alyzed I could not raise my hand above my head. The doctor held out no hope of my re- covery, and I had given up, but at last started using Doan’s Kidney Pills and made arapid gain. After three months’ use I was well and at work again.” Sold by all dealers. 50 cents a box. Foster-Milburn Co., Buffalo, N. Y. Feminine Irrelevance. He—Yes, by ove, for six months I have been under your thumb—but, ha, ha! the worm has turned at last! She—Nasty wriggly thing! 15 YEARS OF SUFFERING. Burning, Painful Sores on Legs— Tortured Day and Night—Tried Many Remedies to No Avail —Cured by Cuticura. “After an attack of rheumatism, running sores broke out on my hus- band’s legs, from below the knees to the ankles. There are no words to tell all the discomforts and, great suf- fering he had to endure night and day. He used every kind of remedy and three physicians treated him, one after the other, without any good results whatever. One day I ordered some Cuticura Soap, Cuticura Ointment, and Cuticura Resolvent. He began to use them and in three weeks all the sores were died up. The burning fire stopped, and the pains became bear- able. After three months he was quite well. I can prove this testimonial at any time. Mrs. V. V. Albert, Upper Frenchville, Me., July 21, 1907.” Some one should explain why shoes hurt so much worse when one is go- ing to church than when one is run- ning to a fire, It Cures While You Walk. Allen’s Foot-Ease is a certain cure for hot, sweating, callous, and swollen, aching ree rod by Ae eta 25e. Don’t iccept any substitute. Tria! kage FREE. Address Allen S. Olmsted, iether, ae ys In Danger. “Bobby will develop into a joke writer if, he is not squelched,” said Bobby’s father with the gleeful ex- pression whieh always accompanies a my-child story. “We have been dis- cussing the South’s going dry pretty frequently lately, and that may ac- count for his choice of subject. At table last night he said: ‘Papa, why is a postage stamp not a prohibition- ist?’ ‘Give it up, son.’ ‘Because,’ said kid, ‘it sticks to its licker. Not bad for a ten-year-old, was it?” Tree an Old Man’s Friend. Charles Nickolson, Sr., has a pecan tree of which he is justly proud. In 1855 he was brought to Texas as a slave, says the Houston Post. When he was set free he bought a small farm and there was one pecan tree on it. He planted a few more trees, but they were small or common pe- cans. While young and strong he raised cotton and corn and made a living, but no money to save. To-day he is no longer able to work the field, but devotes his attention to pecan trees. One tree bears the largest pecans grown in America. They can be found at the department of agriculture, Washington, where he sent a few. Last year he sold $54 worth from this one tree. He gave his friends some and planted more. The young trees he is selling rapidly at $1 each, and yesterday said he had none left. FRIENDS HELP. St. Paul Park Incident. “after drinking coffee for breakfast f always felt languid and dull, having no ambition to get to my morning duties. Then in about an hour or so a weak, nervous derangement of the heart and stomach would come over me with such force I would frequently have to lie down. “At other times I had severe head- aches; stomach finally became af- fected and digestion so impaired that I had serious chronic dyspepsia and constipation. A lady, for many years State President of the W. C. T. U., told me she had been greatly benefited by quitting coffee and using Postum Food Coffee; she was troubled for years with asthma. ‘She said it was no cross to quit coffee when she found she could have as delicious an article as Postum. “Another lady who had been. trou- bled with chronic dyspepsia for years, found immediate relief on ceasing cof- fee and beginning Postum twice a day. She was wholly cured. Still another friend told me that Postum Food Coffee was a Godsend to her, her heart trouble having been relieved after leaving off coffee and taking on Postum. “So many such cases came to my notice that I concluded coffee was the cause of my trouble and I quit and took up Postum. I am more than pleased to say that my days of trouble have disappeared. I am well and happy.” “There’s a Reason.” Read “The Road to Wellville,” in pkgs. Ever read the above letter? A new one appears from time to time. They dancing are little practiced and in the} are genuine, true, and full of human interest. rudest possible state. Sir Oliver Lodge, the scientist, is a keen golfer and is a member of the Sutton Coldfield and Felixstowe golf clubs. He was taught the game at St. Andrews thirty years ago by Professor Tait, who said, “You don’t play golf with your muscles; you play with your morals.” “I hope,” added Sir Oliver, after telling the story, “no one will con- sider my morals are as bad as my golf.” ta Matter of Money. A returning sportsman was met by a friend who exclaimed, “Halloa, old man, had any luck _ shooting?” “I should say I have,” replied the other; “shot seventeen ducks in one day.” “Were they wild?” asked the friend, interested in the feat. ‘“Well—no—not F A FEW STORIES a CHAMBERLAIN SANITARIUM, \ Chamberlain, South Dakota. People get well at Chamberlain be- cause they are told how they are sick, how they got sick and how to get well. Most people are sick because they have cultivated sickness through ig- exactly,” responded the sportsman, “but the farmer who owned them was.” tee Not His Fault. A first grade boy brought perfect spelling papers home for several weeks, and then suddenly began to miss fiv and six out of ten. . “How is this son?” asked his father. “Teacher's fault,” replied the boy. “How is it the teacher's fault?” “She moved the boy that sat next to me.” His Winning Hand. Sir John Easthope was playing whist in Paris and his opponent's partner was Lady Wyettville, a sharp, active old woman of over eighty. She re- voked, and Sir John, rising in his chair, rasped out with anger, “Madame, you are a cheat!” Her ladyship’s eyes flashed fire, and she rose from her chair; but before ‘anything else could be done Sir John, who had quickly re- covered his coolness, said, “Yes, ma- dame, you cheat abominably, and in the course of a long life I have”—lay- ing his hand upon his heart—“invari- ably noticed that the handsomer a is the more she cheats at e+ The Spinal Cord. A governess in giving a physiological lecture to some board-school children asked, “What is the spinal cord?” “I know, miss; the spinal cord is what runs down all the way of you with your head on top and your legs at the end.” a ed Seasonable. Little Johnny was going to school when he met the local clergyman. “Well, Johnny, off to school? How are you getting on?” asked the rev- erend gentleman. “Fine, sir.” “Do you know the seasons yet, Johnny?” “I think so. They are — are —are ied “Johnny, Johnny,” exclaimed the cler- gyman in pained surprise; “there’s spring, summer, autumn, and winter. Didn’t you know that? Now what season is this?” Johnny’s face cleared immediately as he answered, “The football season, sir.” os Self-Interest. A real estate firm had lots for sale in a new suburban addition. The young, enthusiastic member was writing the advertisement, eloquence flowing from his pen. He urged intending purchasers to seize the passing moment. “Napoleon not only met the opportu- he created it!” The senior partner read this line in the advertisement slowly and carefully. “This fellow Napoleon,” he observed quizzically, “what's the use of adver- ‘ising him with our money?” » Wanted Glory Divine. “I want 4 cent’s worth of glory divine,” said a flaxen-haired tot, looking in- tently at the clerk of a drug store. Everybody within hearing of the in- fantile voice either laughed or smiled, while Mr. Brown, the druggist, looked serious and appeared to be thinking. “Are you sure it is glory divine you want?” he asked the little one. “Yes, sir,’ was the prompt response. “For what does your mother want it?” was the next question. “To throw it around the room and in the back yard,” said the little tot in- nocently. “Isn't it chlorcde of lime she wants?” asked the drug man. The little girl nodded her assent. Garb for Grooms. Not long ago a large clothing house in New York received a letter from the remote Southwest to this effect: “What is the proper dress for a groom in the afternoon?” The clerk who opened the mail re- ferred the inquiry to the livery depart- ment, and the head of that department dictated a brief reply: “Bottle green coat, fawn-colored trousers, with top boots, silk hat and cockade. We can make you prices.” In about a week came a plaintive note: “I always knew it was expensive to get married, but can’t you suggest something a little less elaborate?” a+ No Danger. One day recently there entered the office of a Philadelphia real estate man a tattered and forlorn girl of fourteen or thereabout, who sidled up to his desk with a memorandum book in her hand. Ordinarily the Philadelphian is the politest of persons, but this day he was so busy that he knew not which way to turn. So, with a swift glance from the corner of his eye, he said rather sharp- ly, “Well, what do you want?” Mister, please buy a chance on our go. rt,” pleaded the girl, hesitatingly. | “Your go-cart!” repeated the real es-| tate man, who is a bachelor. “What on; earth could I do with a go-cart, even if| I should get it?” “Oh, you won't get breathlessly came from “Please buy a chance?” mister,” the girl. At, et Taking His Measure. | “Do you ever drink to excess?” askea | the girl’s father. | “I never touch liquor of any kind, sir.” “How about tobacco?” “I do not smoke. I have never had | a cigar or a cigarette in my mouth.” { “Ever gamble?” “Never. I do not know one card from! another.” “I suppose you swear sometimes?” “No, sir. An oath has never passed my lips.” “Um. All right. Come out and have ‘a stick of candy with.” norance of the laws of health. Get- ting well is the reverse of getting sick. It is just as easy to get well in most cases of chronic disease as it is to raise a crop of potatoes. It is much the same thing, the farmer plants po- tatoes and helps them to grow by cul- tivating them, weeding them, etc. He can not make potatoes grow by inject- ing something into them, or by rub- bing something on them; they have to be cultivated, then they grow natural- ly. By and by the harvest comes, and it is just the same way with health. The Chamberlain Sanitarium is a place where people eat for health, ex- ercise for health, sleep, dress, take baths, massage and special treat- ments for health. Healing power is in the blood. The blood is life. Impure blood, thin ane- mic blood, blood saturated with to- bacco, alcohol, or uric acid, or poisons of any kind, has little or no healing power. To have great healing power the blood must be pure. In order to have pure blood the stomach and in- testines must do their proper work. The liver and kidneys must be nor- mal. The skin must be active and the flersh firm and solid. Actual and per- manent improvement must be a result of a change in the body itself. There must be a constitutional reconstruc- tion which is brought about by sun- shine, pure air, exercise, wholesome food, hydrotheraputic applications, careful nursing and in some cases skillful surgical attention. ‘The Chamberlain Sanitarium is an institution built on scientific princi- ples which are successfully practiced in Sanitariums throughout the whole world, known as the Seventh Day Ad- ventists’ Institutions or Battle Creek Sanitariums. Literature and full supplied upon application. CHAMBERLAIN SANITARIUM, Chamberlain, South Dakota. information THE SWAY OF THE TYPEWRITER. Chinese the Only Language Which Re sists the Machine. The typewriter is playing 4n impor- tant part in civ ng the world. The Jatest invention in this line is a ma- chine capable of transcribing the Japanese ideogram; but pewriters imprinting Arabic, Syriac, Armenian, Hebrew and other Oriental languages fave long been used. In Turkey the printing or anything, from a circular letter to a book, can only be done under a permit from the government. Therefore typewriters which imprint Turkish or Arabic char- acters are prohibited from passing through the custom house. Neverthe- less, the increasing demand has somehow produced a small supply. Bagdad, a city of 200,000 inhabitants, has twenty machines, all of which write Arabic. In Syria, one of the most polyglot countri in the world, Syriac,“ Arabic and French writing typewriters are used by many of the business houses. Persia, which uses the Arabic script, is learning to adopt the typewriter. To go farther east, a number of Hindustani writing ma- chaines are now used in Bombay and other cities of India. Chinese seems to be the only language which still resists the typewriter’s endearments, NEW KING’S PERSONALITY. Manuel, Portugal’s Boy Ruler, Is a a Clever, Witty, Charming Youth. Those. at court who are in close contact with the youthful Manuel say that he shows a charming personality, and is extremely intelligent. Possess- ing a remarkable vivacity of spirit, he is sometimes playfully ironical, and his bon mots are repeated among his entourage. His majesty is of a frank and open disposition and very popular in the palace. He is considered a most promising monarch. Some years ago I heard a person- age who was in close contact with him say, “It is a pity Dom Manuel will never be king because he has the in- telligence and kindheartedness of Pe- dro V.” This king, called the just, was Portugal’s idol. “Yesterday I was a midshipman; to- day I am a king. I know nothing about reigning, because I am very young and never thought to be king. I beg of you to be my friends and give me good advice.” His private professors say it is a delight to teach him. He has rare faculties for study and an eager thirst for knowledge in every subject. No Place for Him. “What was that image, shade or personage that just rushed down the street?’ “With a wild, startled look on his face?” “Yes, that was it.” “Oh, that was parliamentary law.” “Why the precipitate haste?” “In strolling about looking for ad- venture it had come on a woman's ‘club attempting to transact business.” Some lie when they attempt te stand up for themselves.