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4 April 24, 1906. aed eS Ss | U.S. Crusoe and the Footprint. |A Group of Oddities \ Gorka | ems oe By J. Campbell Cory. | in Picture and Story: to @ Park Row. New York : # Mail Matter world . NO. 16.8 The Evening World's Home Magazine, Tuesday Evening, } Pudliahed by the Press Publish! Entered at the Post-Othe: Freak" - for some ¢ tallest soldier in t 5 i f $C: been after him, a he museum, But he has at 1 he Russian a He goes by id, and stands just orm could be 80 a cor to order, IMPROVE THE BREED VOLUME 4 , h, wi hin Is nea: Accord! ssion injured September of bulletin 1.068 passe: railroads in nhe m At a meeting in ty Itatlans in ar two Inst week knew the na A bull entered a china shop id. the other day. took a wall | Play whh apparent est and di | done more than 25 cents’ worth of d: | Tho salary of the Speiker of the House of Rep tives 1s $5,000 a your, $4000. more than that of his felloy members of the House. The Speaker of the Briish House of pease’ he Commons recetves a salary of $0.00) a year. Shells filled with ofl, intended to calm a stormy sea when fired into It, hav@ deen invented tn France =A judge tt New York It well kr corporat s t Ryan's ro I It can tell to defeat legislation in what Senator is spol ii Piece of t \ Ye e Gas Trust is, wi This ploture shows } one of the st | organs ever ma. ent of re-e’ 2s to make ¢ | patron of | and was just at polls, | must he improv t : nm really representative of pt | aa, has the remedy in its own hands. I ers’ services were necessary to fur: | The steht of a gont-sized brie land, miles away from any w passer-by prtt He 2 EARTH pd stare, QUAKE BRIDES. AIs ay i by the story of t ®=) Where in th the marriag For these couples who f the most incongri © troussea S of the brides are in ; ding feast re is not even a ha after the newly wed. y account. They S17 back the from Seeger rere rere ere ee § By MOfe—s conventions | : i i the Ilustmted London brig James Arthur was given by a Patsley | co Thi tthe -Quarries+ ten-Homes of Welr. England. On board the vessel boyd = jare trated to be sail 3 4 SEED CSeee) Gee IC OOOOOOOG Ed Bc} 7 ¢ i | f | 1 y, 1 (> ay s? Author of “THE TH ABOUT TOLNA” {7 hen the blur lifted, and my amazed eyes beheld | “N nonsieur officer, it is'as he says. He is nog Di | Faire t my master, but—Lucas! p de Ma: “How now, sirrah?’” he cried to the dragoon.| “Who {s he, tb “Hands off me, knav For the second soldier | “I know not,’ maitre stammered. “He came had seized his other arm. here last night. ut it is he says—he is not Mar. re, mine host," the officer returnedg “I regret to inconyenience monsteur," the cap- | the Comte tain answered, “but he is wanted at the Bastille."| "Take c | his eyes, bloo to love j saa “What now ‘Wanted? 12” Lucas cried, fear flashing into! “you're lying.” Bhs el goes! ot bis eves: | Icould not wonder ut him; {f I had not been im E tasacir ees | He felt an instant’s terror, I deem, lest May-| a position to know otherwise I had thought mye ifo ng. |enne had betrayed him. Quick as he was, he did self the maitre was ly | not see that he had been taken for another man. | “If you had spoken at first I might have bee | “You, monsieur, You are wanted for the mur-| Ileved you.” the captain said, bestowing a kick tl dar nesvode saan Ponto! | uim. “Get out of here, ofd ass, before I cram down your throat. And cl your plow from this door. I'll not walk through a Send every man Jack about his business, » for him. And every womag (Copyright, 1900-1901, Sgiptury Ca, All Rights Ree CHAPTER XVIII, To the Bastille. (Cor I PAUSED by the gro He grew white, looking instinctively at me, re- membering where I had been at 3 o'clock this morning. } be the wor “Tt {8 a le! He left my service a month back | and I have never seen him since.” were stroking the hor bering on the back uf the coach, to wonder whether it |" would be worth while to: wait and see the dig. | nitary come out. ! was just going to coachman @ question two concerning Journey. when be began to sn the bare legs of tho little wh " Was 60 narrow that he could hardly chastise HeADDKGE OF them without danger to me, so {t scemed bes: qinge ve ton ust out of the ch his lash and sot. t c} @ reach of his lash and set to with the Du) maste taine,” Maitre Menard quavered, rise “Tell that to the judges,” the captain said, as eadily to his feet, "you make a mistakes jhe had sald to me, “I ami not trying you. The| On my d word, you mistake; this is not"—— | handcuffs, men.” { “Get out!” cried the captain, helping him along One of them produced a pair, Lucas struggied | with boot. Mare Menard fell rather tham | frantically !n his captors’ grasp. He dragged alked out of the door. them from one end of the room to the other, cull-| -\ gray hue came over Lucas's face. His first | ing down all the curses of heaven upon them; but | fright had given way to fury at percelving hime they snapped the handcuffs on him for all that. | Self the victim of a mistake, but now alarm was “It this 1s Mayenne’s work""—— he panted. born in his eyes again, Was it, after all, a mise The officer caught nothing but the name May-| take? This obstinate disbellef in his assertion, enne, | this ordering away of all who could swear to hig “The boy sald you were a friend to His Grace, | identity—was it not rather a plot for his ruin® monsteur, but orders are orders, I have the war-| He swallowed hard once or twice, fear gripping rant for your arrest from M. de Belin.” his throat harder than ever the dragoon’s fingera “At whose instigation?” had gripped mine. Certainly he was not the “How should I know? I am a soldier of the| Comte de Mar; but then he was the man who had guard. I have naught to do with it but to arrest | killed Pontou. you, If this {s a plot against me, say so!" he cried. ‘Let me see the warrant.” | “If you have orders to arrest me, do so. But “I am not obliged to, But I will, though. T[t| arrest me by the name of Paul do Lorraine, not may quiet your bluster.” Etlenno de Mar.’ fe He took out the warrant and held {t at a safe ‘The name of Etlenne de Mar will do,” the cap» distance before Lucas’s eyes. A great light broke | tin returned; “we haye no fancy for aliases at the in on that personage. Bastille, 7 fille tonnerres! Iam not the Comte de Mar!”/ “It 1s a plot,” Lucas cried. 4s ‘Oh, you say that now, do you? Pity you had It {8 a warrant; that is all I know about it. | 3 a you? Where have you | “What do you we Never you mind t Mayenne sald he belting mud at him with a right good will, but I was too old for that game fle that I was charged with busine master, and that {t was nothing to me w might come to \ I went on Lanterns. The cabaret was abs Li » he} But’ that aid not" T came to a halt, not Ne ‘This {5 a pret; “Where haye 7 heard a confused of feet frou passage where Here w shvep, soi smalds, t senred en and . “But Iam not Comte de Mar,” Laicas repeate tight of It sooner. | netBue, Tam not the Comte de Mar! Iam Paut|, His uneasy consclence had numbed his wits. de Lorraine, nephew to my Lord Mayenne,” his dread of a plot he had done Mttle to dissipate) | “Why don’t you say stralght out that you're the | #2 error. But now he pulled himself togeth 1 could only pant and choke! Duo de Guise?” | error or intention, he would act as if he knew 1 aA ay a ee = ae perigee Se — ~ “T am not the Due de Guise,” Lucas returned | Ca re vaathaveimieae drralataka ie tal know." The room was black to me, and the sea| with dignity. He must have been cursing himself eet arse oe a craven, but T [sone in my ears, and I wondered whether I had | that he had not given his name sooner. “But Tp} coat you your shoulder-straps, I tell you I am not) hi ” Mar; the landlord, who knows him well, tells youx ne well to tgll the He. For had I said that my | am his brother, 2 + dw ties Folal Ste Quantine euiniitinte li nxouetakernelton! a tool Tam not Mar, Ask those who know M. de Mar; ; mid have found {t no easy job to taka \ye, who shall hang for this folly!" bed siess Bhs Decree ey, teed Sear ately naught of the taster fellows le gro her nal p of Then I hethought me, while the room reeled | then, that I could reel off the ages of every Lor- nothing about me and my head seemed like to burst, that| raine of them all. No, M. de Mar, I am not so that M. perchance If they should keep me here a captive | simple as you think. You will come along with thr (for M. le Comte’s arrival he might really follow to| me to the Bastille.” whit had become of me. I turned sick with “Blockhead! I'll have you broken on the wheel | ir of jt and resolved on the truth. Hut Gas-| for this,” Lucas stormed, “I am no more Count} ». Vigo might not be ready to defend Mile. de! “You think me a fool,” the captain re- m s ny ‘ me Mentlue, but he would dofend Monsteur's heir to{ peated. “The Duke of Gulse's eldest brother ts | fre dean at oaine fee Tata ine that,evenin | Tean't fool about } tne lust gagp. Yet I would not yield before the | but seventeen""— ithaaenonra i x i y. Yell me choking Maitre Menard had withstood, and {stuck} “I did not say I was legit!mate,” the moment of stalleng ne pene renenten Ae now, And t i to my lle “Oh, you did not say that? You did not know, | believed that T would give the le. But the dra- | bd s; goon who was bending over him, relieving him } ] of his sword-belt. spared me the necessity, “Captain, you need give yourself no uneasinessy this {s the Comte right enough, T live In the Quartier Marais. and I have seen this gentleman a score of times riding with M. de St. Quentin.” Lucas, at this unexpected testimony, looked sa | ~ n, had told the i ‘i . re. On last wullet-gripe had robbed me of the|of Mar than I am King of Spain. Speak up, you | \ F r he will to speak. T could only pant and choke.| old turnspit,"" he shouted to Maitre Menard. “Am Spee ees cena are Ittle eee ‘ : 0 1 truggled painfully for wind the door was| The?” : 3 f : LDS open before a tall young man in black | | Poor Maltre Menard had dropped down on his) M. de Mayenne’s nephew -you aro a nephew, are. ji ; 1 the haze that) hung before my vision | tron box, too Hmp and sick to know what was go- | YoU not? to explain how he comes to ride with {2 A ; 1 to idier seize him as he crossed the thresh-|ing on. He only stared helplessly. the Duc de St. cheat are \ ane ' ; i A ne ugh the nolfe of waters I heard the| “Speak, rascal,” Lucas cried. “Am I Comte do Cha be Continued.) a a } ¢ : Be I said to elf that captain's ery of triumph, Mar?” “The Manquerader,” by Katherine Ceot - vom } a s ra Twas ne ‘ Ob. M. Etienne!” T gaspee, in agony that my| “No,” the maitre answered in iow, faltering | Thurston, anthor of “The Gambler," will fot ‘ : me speak I ga ay don't! pain had been for nothing, Now all was lost| tones. He was at the last point of pain and fear. | 107 “The, Helmet of Navarre,” on May 21, ‘ }, 4