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Waterbury evening Democrat., 1906-10-24

"I feel that for strpenoe I'd chuck tt all" ing at Lady Sabinet's and looking in at one or two places later" He eyed his papers in Chilcote's listless hand.
 Chilcote smiled satirically. Eve is very true to society" he said. Il couldn't dine at the Sabinets' if it was to make me premier. They have a butler who is an institution-a sort of heirloom In the family. He is fat and breathes audibly. Last time lunched there he haunted me for a whole night"
 Blessington laughed gayly. "Mrs. Chilcote doesn't see ghosts, sir" he said: but if may sugsest"-
 Chilcote tapped his fingers on the table.
 "No. Ere doesn't see ghosts. We rather miss sympathy there."
 Blessington governed his impatience He stood still for some seconds. then glanced down at his pointed boot
 "Tf you will be lenient to my per sistency, sir. would like to remind you
 ChIlcote lifted his head with a fash of irritability.
 ''Confound it. BlessinFtonr' he ex- claimed. Am I never to be left in pescef Am I never to sit down to a meal without having work thrust upon met Work-vork-perpetually work, I have heard no otAfr word in the last six years. declsrf there are tines he rose suddenly from his seat and turned to the vindow-"there are times when I feel that for si1pence I'd chuck it all-the whole beastly round--
 Startled by his vehemence. Blessing ton wheeled toward him.
 "Sot your political career. siry'
 There was a moment in which Chil- cate hesitated. 6 moment in which the desire that had filled his mind for months rose to his lipe and hung there. Then the question. the increduEity Ia BlessinTton's face. chilled if and 1t fell back into silence
 Fl didn't ssy that be nuruured You young men jump to conciusions BIessington-
 Forgive me. sir. I never meant to Iuply r.ireue1t why. R,ckshaw. Vale. Gresham sod the whole wsrk crowd would be eho1t yo1r esrs Ike fses If such thing were even breath more tha7 ever since these Persian runors- By the wzy. is there 1 anything real f1 this border bastressf ne C c~vssTs aE< e1t rnthex {
Waterbury evening Democrat., 1906-10-24

strong last night"
 Chilcote had moved back to the ta' ble. His face was pale from his out burst and his fingers toyed restlessly with the open newspaper.
 T haveRt seen the St. Georges" he said hastily. "LAkely is always ready to shake the red rag where Russia h concerned Whether we are to enter the arena is another matter. But what about Craig Burnage? I think you mentioned something of contract"
 "Oh. don't worry about that, sir.' Blessington had caught the twitching at the corners of Chilcote's mouth. the nervous sharpness of his voice. T can put Craig -Burnage of. If they have an answer by Thursday 1t will be time enough" He began to collect his pa pers. but Chilcote stopped him.
 Walt" he said, veering suddenly. "Wait. I'll see to 1t now. I'll feel more myself when I've done some thing. I'll come with you to the study"
 He walked hastily across the room: then, with his hand on the door, he paused.
 You go first. Blessington," he said. "I'll-I'll follow you in ten minutes. I must glance through the newspapers first"
 Blessington looked uncertain. You won't forget, sir?'
 Forget? Of course not"
 Still doubtful. Blessington left the room and closed the door.
 Once alone Chilcote walked slowly back to the table, drew up his chair and sat down with his eyes on the white cloth, the paper lying unheeded beside him.
 Time passed A servant came into the room to remove the breakfast. Chilcote moved slightly when neces- sary, but otherwise retained his atti- tude. The servant, having finished his task, replenished the fire and left the loom. Chilcote still sat on.
 At last, feeling numbed, he rose and crossed to the fireplace. The clock on the mantelpiece stared him in the face. He looked at it, started slightly, then drew out his watch. Watch and clock corresponded. Each marked 12 o'clock. With nervous motion he leaned for ward and pressed the electric bell long and hard s
 Instantly servant answered.
 'Is Mir. Blessington in the study?" Chilcote asked.
 He was. there. sir, five minutes back"
 Chilcote looked relieved.
 "All right. Tell him have gone out had to go out Something important. You underestimate"
 "I understand, sir.''
 But before the words had been prop erly spoken Chilcote had passed the man and walked into the hall.
Waterbury evening Democrat., 1906-10-24

yet but the milky appearance is every thing. you know. The rest will como, am trying to persuade Blanche to let me have . pavilion at her party in March and gaze for all you dull politi- cal people," And she smiled.
 Chilcote smiled as well. How Is 1t dones" he asked, momentarily amused.
 "Oh, the doing ls quite delicious. You sit at table with the ball in front of you. Then you take the subjects hands. spread them out on the table and stroke them very softly while you gaze into the crystal. That gets up the sympathy. you know" She looked up lnnocently. Shall show your
 Chilcote moved a small table nearer to the couch and spread his hands upon 1t palms downward. Like this, ehy' he said. Then ridiculousness seized him, and he moved away. Some other day." he said quickly. You can show me some other day. I'm not very fit this afternoon"
 If Lillian felt any disappointment she showed none. Poor old thingy' she said softly. Try to sit here by me and we won't bother about anything" She made a place for him beside her. and as he dropped into 1t she took his hand and patted 1t sympathetically. The touch was soothing. and he bore It patiently enongh. After a moment she lifted the hand with . little ex- clamation of reproof.
 You degenerate person! You have ceased to manicure. What has become sf my excellent trainingy'
 Chilcote hughed. Run to seed" he said lightly. Then his expression and tone changed. When man gets to my age" he added. little social luxu- ries don't seem worth while. The so- cial necessities are irksome enough. Personally I envy the beggar in the street-exempt from shaving. exempt from washing
 Lillian raised her delicate eyebrows The sentiment was beyond her percep- ton.
Waterbury evening Democrat., 1906-10-24
(To be Continued

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Waterbury evening Democrat., 1906-10-24

Chilcote stood for an instant gazing at the point where he had vanished; then, turning to the lamp, he lifted the card and read the name 1t bore, "Mr. 1ohn Loder, 13 Clifford's Inn."
Long Valley advocate. (Lardo, Idaho) 1904-1907, 1906-02-15
WILLING TO SHARE WITH GOD
Simple Faith and Gratitude of Little
Child

The simple faith Of a little child,
whether applied to parents, friend or
to God, found an illustration in story
recently told by Dr. Levi G. Broughton
of Atlanta, Ga, when he was in Bos-
ton. 1t was related to him by friend
in the railroad service as follows:
my little girl came to me a little
while before Christmas and said:
Papa, ! want you to pray to God and
ask him to have Santa Claus bring me
dolly for Christmas ! promised
and on Christmas morning she found
her doll, and called me to see it. AS
she looked 1t over examining the face
the eyes, the hair, and the clothes, she
said, Papa, hain't God good? He's
gooder than l thought he was. Do you
think he sent little brother anything?'
II told her she might go over to her
grandma's, where brother was visiting,
and find out. Presently she returned,
with her face all covered with happy
smiles, and exclaimed, o, papa! God
sent brother beautiful great big hob
by-horse.
Breakfast. came soon after and as
we sat down at the table she climbed
upon my knee, and putting her arms
around my neck she said again, 'Hain't
God good? and he was gooder to broth
er than he was to me. wasn't hep
II replied, Eyes, he is good, and now
what are you going to do for God.
dear?'
o, I'm going to let God play with
my dolly all he wants to; and I'm 60
ing to ask brother to let God ride his
hobby-horse too boston Post.
Long Valley advocate. (Lardo, Idaho) 1904-1907, 1906-02-15
Put His Foot in 1t.

j. Nota McGill, ex-register of wills
for the District of Columbia, and now
professor of patent law at Georgetown
university, lost a hat, a point to
joke, and a goodly amount Of temper
yesterday. This is how it came to
pass:
Mr.. McGill was walking from the
patent Office up G. Street to his own
Office, when he came face to face with
a nor'wester.
Mr.. McGill is not of the excitable
kind but when that nor'wester struck
him he lost his head--or rather his
hat.
"Hey, there" cried the ex-register,
"stop that brand new hat Of mine!
Won't some one stop it?"
There was something in the profess
sor's voice that appealed to dapper
looking stranger, who made a lunge
at the head gear, but could do no
better than put his feet through it.
Consequently the brim was the only
part recognizable after the fatality.
well, you certainly have put your
foot in it," shouted Mr. McGill.
BEG pardon, what did you say?"
asked the dude.
II say you've put your foot in it."
"By Jove, say not so, old chap"
"Say not SO yourself" growled the
professor, ''you surely have fixed my
hat up all right"
II am awfully sorry-weally," con-
fessed the dude. LET me ave it
mended."
ooh, no." said the ex-register with
sarcasm, 1.-THE brim is not worth
crown now"
"a crown? / should say it is! Why
the bloomin thing is worth a sover-
eign at least! Washington Post
Long Valley advocate. (Lardo, Idaho) 1904-1907, 1906-02-15
More Than the Girl Could Stand

Arthur Stringer, whose short stor-
les and novels are so we'll known, was
considering certain alterations in a
manuscript which an editor had sug-
gested to him, and was talking the
matter over with his wife the other
morning. In the midst of their con-
.versation one of their maids - an
Irish girl only recently landed -
passed through the room Mr.. String
er was at that moment saying in his
most serious tones:
Il guess I'll kill Mr.. McToole."
The maid fled and has not been
seen since; and now Mrs. Stringer
blames her husband for the loss of an
excellent servant and deplores the
fact that the missing girl doubtless
thinks him murderer.
Long Valley advocate. (Lardo, Idaho) 1904-1907, 1906-02-15
For the Indoor Garden.

There are four essentials for sue
cessful indoor garden-even tempera-
ture, cleanliness, unremitting attention
to ward off insects, and careful water
ing, neither drowning, which produces
sourness of the soil and yellowness
on leaves, nor droughts, which cause
a general Witness, not to mention
premature decease.-Exchange
Long Valley advocate. (Lardo, Idaho) 1904-1907, 1906-02-15
Domestic Help In London.

In the more prosperous parts of
London eighty mistresses Of house
holds out of every hundred have do
nestle help. In the East End only
five families in each hundred can af-
ford household assistance In the
provinces generally one family in
every four has a servant for ''help."
Long Valley advocate. (Lardo, Idaho) 1904-1907, 1906-02-15
First "Kinq of Enuland.'

Richard l. was the first monarch to
call himself king of England" Every
king from William to Henry H., called
himself King CT the English"
Long Valley advocate. (Lardo, Idaho) 1904-1907, 1906-02-15

round trip rate of $50 to California
will be in effect all winter via the new
and popular Salt Lake Route. See
nearest agent or write for information
to j. l.. Moore. d. P. A.. Salt Lake City
Long Valley advocate. (Lardo, Idaho) 1904-1907, 1906-02-15
Helping Things Along.

"Now, Marie, we shall inherit a lot
of money. Something is bound to hap
pen soon, now that we have put gun
cotton instead of cotton in grand
fathers ears. Tales.
Long Valley advocate. (Lardo, Idaho) 1904-1907, 1906-02-15
London Brewer Hits Enemv.

The wagons of one of London's
leading breweries now traverse the
streets bearing the motto: "Thinkest
thou because thou art virtuous there
shall be no more cakes and ale?"
Long Valley advocate. (Lardo, Idaho) 1904-1907, 1906-02-15

TO CURE A COLD IN ONE DAY
Take LAXATIVE BROMO Quinine Tablets Drug
gists refund money If 1T fails to cure E. w.
GROVES signature is on each box. Csc.
Long Valley advocate. (Lardo, Idaho) 1904-1907, 1906-02-15

Mrs. Winslows Soothing Syrup.
For children teething, softens the gurus reduces In
Illumination, aays pain, cures wind collie Csc bottle
Long Valley advocate. (Lardo, Idaho) 1904-1907, 1906-02-15

Piso's Cure cannot be too highly spoken OF as
q cough cure.-J. w. O'BRIEN, 800 Third Ave.
NJ, Minneapolis, Mimi, Jan. 6. 1900.
Long Valley advocate. (Lardo, Idaho) 1904-1907, 1906-02-15

About $5,000,O0O worth of tar colors
are sent from Germany to the United
States every year.
Long Valley advocate. (Lardo, Idaho) 1904-1907, 1906-02-15
Brief and to the Point.

Rev. Snyx preached Sunday night
on charity. The sermon was punk
Pocahontas. Va Times.
Long Valley advocate. (Lardo, Idaho) 1904-1907, 1906-02-15
DON'T FORGET

A large 2-oz. package Red Cross Ball Blue, only
cents. The Russ Company, South Bend, Ind.
Waterbury evening Democrat., 1906-11-24

hk heels came the head of second one, who fell more heavily than tho first, and yet recovered himself as quickly. The one wore the blue coat and silver facings of the kings guards the second had the dark coat and clean shaven face of man of peace. but each carried a short rusty iron bar in his hand. Not word did either of them say, but the soldier took two quick steps forward and struck at the headsman while he was still poising himself for blow at the victim. There was thud, with crackle like break ing egg, and the bar flew into pieces. The headsman gave a dreadful cry, dropped his ax. clapped his two hands to his head and. running zigzag across the scaffold, fell over, dead man, | into the courtyard beneath. Quick as a flash De Catinat had caught up the ax and faced De Mon- tespan.
 "Now!" said he.
 The seigneur had for the instant been too astounded to speak. Now be under stood at least that these strangers had , come between him and his prey.
 Seize these menv' he shrieked, turn ing to his followers.
 "One moment!' cried De Catinat, with a voice and manner which con- manded attention. You see by my coat what I am. l am the body serv- ant of the king. Who touches me touches him."
 "On. you cowardsv' roared De Mon- tespan.
 But the men at arms hesitated, for the fear of the king was as a great shadow which hung over all France. De Catinat saw their indecision.
 "Thls woman" he cried. 'is the kings own favorite, and if any harm come to lock of her hair tell you that there is not living soul within this portalice who will not die death of. torture"
 "Who are these men, Marceau" cried As seigneuR furiously.
 'They are prisoners, your excellen- cy."
 "Who ordered you to detain themy'
 You did. The escort brought your slgnet ring"
 "I never saw the men. There is devil try in this. But they shall not beard me in my own castle, nor stand be- tween me and my own wife. No, par dieu! They shall not and live. You
Waterbury evening Democrat., 1906-11-24

! 1t s pouf"
 men, Marceau. Etienne, Gilbert, Jean, Pierre, all you who have eaten my bread, on to them, say!"
 He glanced round with furious eyes, but they fell only upon hung heads and averted faces. With a hideous curse he flashed out his sword and rushed at his wife. who still knelt half insensible beside the block. De Cati- nat sprang between them to protect her, but Marceau. the bearded sene- schal. had already seized his master round the waist. With the strength of maniac. his teeth clinched and the foam churning from the corners of his lips, De Montespan writhed round fin the mans grasp. and. shortening his sword. he thrust 1t through the brown beard and deep Into the throat behind 1t. Marceau fell back with choking cry. the blood bubbling from his mouth and bis. wound; but before his mur- derer could disengage his weapon De Catinat and the American, aided by dozen of the retainers. had dragged him down on to the scaffold, and Amos Green had plnioned him so securely that he could but move his eyes and bis lips. with which he lay glaring and splitting at them. So savage were his own followers against him-for Mar ceau was we'll loved among them that, with ax and block so ready. jus tice might very swiftly have had her way had not long. clear bugle call. rising and falling fin a thousand little twirls and fiourishes. changed out sud denly in the still morning air. Dc Catinat pricked up his ears at the sound of it like a hound at the hunts mans call
 Did you hear. Amsy
 Tt was a trumpet"
 Tt was the guards bucle call You. tbcrr. hasten to the gate. Throw up the portcullis and drop the drawbridge, Stir yourselves. or even now you may suffer for your masters sins, It has been a narrow escape. Amos
 "You may say so. friend saw him put out his hand to her hair even as you spranS from the window. Another instant and he would have had her scalped But she is fair woman-the falrest that ever my eyes rested upon and it Is not it that she should kneel here upon these boaris- He dragged her husbands loEx black cloak from him and made a pillow for the sence- less woman with tenderness and deii- eacy which came strangely from a man Of his build snd bearing
 He vss stiH stoopins over her when there came the clans of the falling bridge. and an instant later the ciatfer of the hoofs of a troop of cavalry. vho swept with wave of plunes. toss Of naDes and iinsie of steel into the csursysri At the head was . tall honenan Ia the fun dre-s of the F7ards. with . curing feather h his hat hisA bu1 siovss and his sword gseanirg h fbe szzIieht Dc Cafinaf-s fhce h1eh>esed sf the sleht of hin- uD1 he u1s 1s~a h an hsennf bu11os
Waterbury evening Democrat., 1906-11-24

.1ty7 Hn. ha! A MortemaIt Is pitled by the widow Scarron! Youl pity may go where your gratitude is, and where your character is. We shall be troubled with 1t no longer then"
 Your words do not pain me. have never had an evil thought toward you
 None toward me? Oh. woman, womanv'
 What have done, then? The king came to my room to see the children taught He stayed. He talked. He asked my opinion on this and that Could I be silent, or could say other than what l thoughtT
 And so, by your own confession, you stole the kings love from me, most virtuous of widowsr'
 T had all gratitude and kindly thought for you. You have. as you have SO often reminded me, been my benefactress. It was not necessary for you to say it, sfor I had never for an instant forgotten it."
 "Pah. Your hypocrisy slckens me! If you pretend to be nun, why are you not where the nuns are? I was honest, and what I did I did before the world. You. behind your priests and your directors and your prie-dieus and your missals-do you think that you deceive me as you deceive others ?''
 Her antagonists gray eyes sparkled for the first time, and she took quick step forward, with one white hand half lifted in rebuke.
 You may speak as you will of me. she said. ITO me 1t is no more than the foolish parrakeet that chatters in your anteroom. But do not touch up on things which are sacred An, if you would but raise your own thoughts to such things-if you would but turn them inward and see before 1t is too late how vile and foul is this life which you have led! What might you not have done? His soul was In your hands like clay for the potter. If you had raised him up, if you had led him on the higher path, if you had brought out all that was noble and good within him, how your pslhe would have been loved and blesssffrom the chateau to the cottage! But no. You dragged him down, you wasted his youth, you drew him from his wife, you marred his manhood. Take heed, madame, for Gods sake take heed ere 1t be too latei For all your beauty there can be for you. as for me, few short years of life. Then, when that brown hair is white, when that white cheek is sunk en, when that bright eye Is dlmmed- oh, then God pity the sin stained soul of Francoise de Montespan!"
 Her rival had sunk her head for tho moment before the solemn words and the beautiful eyes. For an instant she stood silent, cowed for the first time In all her life. but then the mocking. de- liant spirit came back to her, and she glanced up with a curling lip.
 T am already provided with spir- itual director. thank you." sah sha
Waterbury evening Democrat., 1906-11-24

Shortening the sword, he thrust tt deep
 into the throat.
 ever, all that will be clearer after ward. What is to be done now?"
 "I have my own orders. Madame is to be sent to Petit Bourg, and any who are concerned in offering her vio- lence are to be kept until the kings pleasure Is known. The castle, too, must be held for the king. But you, De Catinat. you have nothing to do now"
 "Nothing save that would like well to ride into Paris to see that all is right with my uncle and his daugh- ter"
 "Ah, that sweet little cousin of thine! By my soul, do not wonder that the folk know you well In the Rue St. Martin. We'll, have carried a mes sage for you once. and you shall do as much for me now"
 With all my heart. And whitherr'
 "To Versailles. The king will be on fire to know how we have fared. You have the best right to tell him. since without you and your friend wonder 1t would have been but a sorry tale"
 T will be there in two hours"
 Have you horsesr
 Ours were slain"
 You will find some In the stables here. Pick the best, since you have lost your own in the kings service"
 The advice was too good to be over looked. De Catinat. beckoning to Amos Green. hurried away with him Co the stables. while De Brissac. with few short, sharp orders. disarmed the retainers, stationed h:s guardsmen all over the castle and arranged for the removal of the lady and for the GUS tody of her husband. An hour later the two friends were riding swiftly down the country road. inhaling the sweet air. which seemed the fresher for their late experience of the dank, foul va DOTS of their dungeon.
Waterbury evening Democrat., 1906-11-24
CHAPTER XVI.


 there was held within the hum-
 ble walls of her little room a meeting witch was destined to cause untold misery to many hundreds of thousands of people.
 The time had come when the church was to claim her promise from ma- dame. and her pale cheeks and sad eyes showed how vain 1t had been for her to try to drown the pleadings of her tender heart by the arguments of the bigots around her. She knew the Hu- guenots of France. Who could know them better. seeing that she was her self from their stock and had been brought up in their faith, She knew their patience. their nobility. their in- dependence. their tenacity. What chance was there that they would con- form to the kings wish, A few great nobles might. but the others would laugh at the ssIleys. the jsil. or even the eallovs. when the faith of their fathers was at stake. If their creed were no longer tolerated then, and if they remained true to 1t they must either fy from the country or spend . living death tuggfng at an oar or work- ing in q chain gang upon the roads.
 The eloquent Bishop Bossuet was there. with Lo1vois. the minister of var. and the thin. pale Je<uit Fsfbef h Chaise- each bling argumenf upsa aryuDent to overco0e fAe ro1oc1nDco sf the kine- Ma6nne benf evw hR npuuy snd vnvsa bR esasrso aD
Waterbury evening Democrat., 1906-11-24
CHAPTER XIV.


 0 FTES had De Mortespan fei-n-
 ed a faint In the days when NY she vishel 10 disarIn the an
 ger of the king. But nov she knew what it was to have the senses struck out of her by . word She could not doubt the truth of what she beard There was that In Der riyafs face. in her steady eye. ia Der quiet voice. vhich cansed absolute couvic- ton with 1t She stood stunned for sn instant. pantiue. her oufstretShed hands feeling at the air. her defiant eyes dull Ing and glazing Thsa vith . short sharp CD. the van of one vho hss fo1sAt hard ard yet kro-s thzf ree can fight no nore. ker pro7d head dropped and she fell forvard senseiesa Nm. de MaInfeno1 sscopsd aai nised bef up h her stroeS wh.te aFnk Tbere wers tree pief and pIfJ h h9 eyo e ans Iot>1 dsva d ths 0sv9als fses VIA - sez9ss bg