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The chronicle=news., 1913-01-02
Now Year. Dinner.

Mr. aud MIS-. John Laucr OF y.
Godding avenue. entertained al an
chicken dinner on New
Years day. and had ar their Sncsts
Mr. and Mrs. Ed Walker an children
Of the Sunilowcr Valley.
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Miss English Hostess.

Margaret English entertained -FOUR
OF her rigl friends Yesterday after
noon In honor oi her fourteenth
borihiay. The afternoon WAS spent
in playing games. and a luncheon
was served ut o'clock by Mrs. Eng
liHh. Miss Enrlsh's guests included
Lucille .iamison. Gertrude Espcy, Mary
I'ilkinsion and itiodwIn griffith.
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Entertain For Son.

Jay Goldsmith, u student IN the
State University ut Boulder. who Is
spending the holidays in Trinidad
with his parents. Mr.. and Mrs. NJ. j..
Goldsmith, will be the guest of honor
at "A card party to be given tonight
at the Goldsmith home on Second
street Cards will be played and re-
The chronicle=news., 1913-01-02
Fraternal Brotherhood.

TfntrfnNI UrOthtrhOOd VIII HU1'l
- regular session tonight at Castle
hall, Members urged To be present.
There Will be installation.
The chronicle=news., 1913-01-02
RUSSIAN PRINCE DEAD

Gcncya. Switzerland. Jan. .--Th,
Russian imperial crown prince Is said
to have completely recovered his
health.
The chronicle=news., 1913-01-02

Babylon. \. V. Jan. Samuel
and William Muncy, who celebrated
their ninety fourth birthday Christ
may day. have started in on their
year in excellent health.
and they see no reason why they
should not round out the century.
They are doubtless the Oldest twins
in the world. Though their eyes
need the help of glasses. their other
Faculties are good and they enjoy
long walks daily. They are widow
ers. each having raised "A family of
eight children.
The chronicle=news., 1913-01-02

Unjust susplcIons are at the bot
tom of . good deal OF trouble In this
world.
The chronicle=news., 1913-01-02

The more a womam's photograph
doesn't resemble her the better aht
likes IT.
The chronicle=news., 1913-01-02
PHILIPPINE JUDGE DIES

Petersburg. Mich. Pan. All
bert McCabc. United States si.ict
Judge in the Philippine Islands.
whose HON. was In this city. died
today at Rochester. MINI. Judge
McIabc. scIiously ~. left Manila two
months ago and I, was thought he
would not survive the jouruc.
home. lie was 10 years old.
The chronicle=news., 1913-01-02

All humans are equal in the on,
respect. ut least. Of being sinners.
The chronicle=news., 1913-01-02

At Toledo. o.. twcnty-cight Hun
garian wUmcn recently took the
places OF thcs trikins core makers In
the plan: of the National Mallcnblc
Castings company.
The Clio messenger. (Clio, Mich.) 1907-current, 1913-06-27
RATIONS by H4/ WINTERS

his head lowors until. regarding him.
his guardian Unjust needs laugh.
Here's craven.hearted fellow.
Well. II you really want to know.
they'll probably lock you up for the
night with the rest OF rag.tag." indi.
eating the other prisoners. a short
distance ahead, lin the cellar. or al
monry, or auberge 2es voleurs, and in
the morning. IL you're lucky ard the
Governor has time to attend to such
as you. II may be you'll escape with a
few stripes and warning"
~"The- auberge des voleurs the
thieves inn!" said the man. what
Is that"
Bah. You want to know too much!
II now your legs. only moved as fast
as your tongue" And the speaker
completed the sentence with a sig
nificant jog on the others shoulders.
Whereupon the mountcbank quick
ened his footsteps. once more ceased
his questioning. II was the soldier
who had not yet spoken, but who had
been bordering good deal on the
way up, who next broke the silence.
How did 1t end. Monsieur Mountc-
! bank ?-the scene with the devil.
| mean"
The man who had begun to breathe
hard, as one not accustomed to climb
ing. or wearied by a long pilgrimage
to the Mount. at the question ven
tured to stop and rest. with hand on
the granite balustrade of the little
platform they had just reached. I'm
the death of the peasant, and a comic
chorus of frogs" he answered.
"A comic chorus!" said the soldier.
That must be very amusing"
at is" the mountebank said, at the
same time studying, from where he
stood, different parts of the Mount
with cautious. sidelong looks; "but my
poor frogs!-all torn! trampled!"
We'll, WE'LL" said the other not un.
kindly. You can mend them when
you get out"
"'When!' If only knew when that
would be! What If l should have to
stay here like some of the others?-
pour etre oublic!-to be forgotten?"
"If you don't get on faster" said
the soldier who had first spoken, you
won't be buried alive for some time
to come, at least!"
"Pardon!" muttered the mounte-
bank. The hill-it is very steep"
You look strong enough to climb a
dozen hills, and if you're holding back
for chance to escape"
mo. no." protested the man. II had
no thought-do | not know that II
tried. your sword"
quite right. I'd"
There. there!" said the other sol
der, big. good-natured appearing fell
low. Hes harmless enough, and" as
once more they moved on. that tune
Of yours. Monsieur Mountebank." alb
ruptly; 'it runs in my head. Let me
The Clio messenger. (Clio, Mich.) 1907-current, 1913-06-27
SYNOPSIS.

Comtesse Elise daughter of the govern
or or the Mount. has chance encounter
with peasant boy. The Mount, a small
rock bound island. stood in vast bay on
me northwestern coast of France. ana
during the time of Louis XVI. was gov
ernmeEt stronghold. Develops that the
peasant boy was tho son of Seigneur De-
saurac, nobleman. Young Desaurac deter
mines 70 secure an education and become
gentleman. sees the governors daugh-
Ter depart for Paris Lady Elise returns
aIter seven years schooling. and enter
tains many mobiles. Her Ladyship dances
With strange fisherman. and call TO
arms Is made in an effort to capture
mysterious lie Seigneur Noir. He escapes
Lady Elise is caught in the Grand tide.
me SLACK Seigneur rescues and taxes
her to his retreat Elise discovers that
ner savior was the boy with the fish
sanchez. the Seigneur's servant. Is ar
rested and brought before the governor
Lady Elise has Sanchez set free Seig-
neur and priest at the Cookies. San
chez tells Dcsaurac that Lady Elise be-
trayed him. but is not believed. The
Seigneur plans to release prisoners at the
Mount Lady Elise pleads with her faith
er to spare the lives OF condemned pris-
oners. Disguised as peasant Lady
Elise mingles with the people and hears
some startling facts. A mysterious
Mountebank starts u riot
The Clio messenger. (Clio, Mich.) 1907-current, 1913-06-27

the mountebank now watched; then
with hiA head on his elbow. seemed
sunk in thought. Once he rose; stood
on his stool and looked out between
the heavy bars of the narrow window.
mot much chance to get out that
way" observed fellow prisoner.
What did you see?"
only a chasm In the sands"
"The sands!" said the man. Cursed
the day set foot on them!"
To this malediction the other did
not answer; stepped down and. again
seated in his corner. waited, while the
light that had grudgingly entered the
narrow aperture grew fainter. With
the growing darkness the atmosphere
seemed to become closer more foul:
but although he breathed with diff
Guilty. the mountebank suffered no
sign OF impotence or concern to
escape him; only more alertly looked
ing the air without; to muttered
sounds. thieves patois, or snatches OF
ribald mirth within: and. ere long. to
new complainings.
"Our supper! What of our SUPPER
"The foul fiend take the auberge des
voleurs and it's landlord"
"Vrai dieu! Here he comes!" as
the footsteps were heard without.
And the door. opening, revealed. In
deed, in the rushlight. now dimly illu-
minating the hall. the hunchback,
not laden. however. with the longed.
for creature comforts. but empty
handed; at his back the commandment
and number of soldiers.
you fellow with the dolls!" Blink.
ing in the glare Of the torches. the
dwarf peered ins Where are you?
Come along!" as the mountebank
rose, you are wanted."
"Wanted?" repeated the player.
stepping forward "Where?"
AT the palace" said the comman'
dant.
THE palace!" stopping short who
can want me there?"
"Who?" The dwarf made grimace.
"Who?" he repeated mockingly.
"Her ladyship." said the command
ant, with a reproving glance at the
jailer gt.-,. a.f~a
Her ladyship!" as.,R "a
Haven't you ears, my MANI The
commandant frowned and made an
impatient gesture. Come. bestir your.
self! The Governors daughter has
commanded your presence"
(TO BE CONTINUED.)
The Clio messenger. (Clio, Mich.) 1907-current, 1913-06-27

OF violin evidently OF great value,
Charles Riley. a Gettysburg farmer
Of moderate circumstances, Is now
happy over the turn OF affairs which
he believes has freed him for the rest
of his life from financial worries. The
violin was supposed to be worthless
and came to him in the distribution OF
his fathers personal effects.
Riley thought little of the instru-
ment until he was offered $50 for IL.
He then suspected that 1t might be
worth more. and refused the offer.
Gradually the would-be purchaser in
creased his offer until II reached
$500. which Riley still refused.
Later in the day an effort was made
by another person to buy the violin.
but Riley Is holding on TO II until he
can obtain more. The instrument
bears the date ''1703." which is carved
on 1t. His father purchased II at q
public sale.
The Clio messenger. (Clio, Mich.) 1907-current, 1913-06-27
CHAPTER XVII.

>rhe Mountebank and the Hunchback.
Up the Mount with stumbling step.
head down-bent and the same stupid
expression on his face. the mounte-
bank went docilely. though not silent
1y. To one of the soldiers at his side
he spoke often. voicing that dull ap-
prehension he had manifested when
first ordered into custody.
do you think they'll put me in a
dungeon?"
Dungeon, indeed" the man an
swered not ill-naturedly. For such as
you! No. no! They'll keep the
oubliettes, calottes. and all the dark
holes for people Of consequence--trait-
ors, or your fine gentry consigned by
Iettres de cachet" -
Then what 40 you think they will
do with mel"
swait. and ind outl" returned the
soldier roughly, and the mountebank
spoke no more for some time; held
The Clio messenger. (Clio, Mich.) 1907-current, 1913-06-27

an allen edifce amid loftier piles.
stood sturdily perched on precipi.
tous cliff. The rough stonework OF It's
front. darkenedT by time, made 1t seem
almost part OF the granite itself. al
though the roof. partly demolished
and restored, impaired TO II an anon
alous distinctness. the bright new tile
prominent as patches on some dilapi-
dated garment. In it's doorway. be-
meath monkish inscription. well-nigh
obliterated, stood a dwarf, or bunch
back, who, jingling a bunch Of great
keys, ill-humoredly regarded the APP
preaching trio.
What now?" The little mans well
come, as mountebank and soldiers
came within earshot, was not reassur'
ing. isn't it enough to make prison
ers OF all the scamps in Christendom
without taking vagabond players into
custody?"
Orders, good Jacques," said one OF
the soldiers in conciliatoyy tone
| THE commentaries"
The commandant!" grumbled the
grotesque fellow. 1T is all very well,
mimicking: Turn them over tc
jacques. He'll find ROOM II this
keeps on, We'll soon have to make
cages OF confessionals, or turn the
wine-butts in the old cellar into oupli
cites"
IF any of our ancient flavor fingers
In the casks. your guests would have
little reason to complaint" returned
the other soldier. but this fellow
he'll make no trouble"
| "Oh. / suppose we'll have to take
care of him!" muttered the dwarf. I'm
the thieves inn there's always room
for one more!" Obeying the gesture,
at once menacing and i'm perious, that
accompanied these words, thesmounte-
bank, who had been cycling his pro.
spective host not without visible
signs OF misgiving, reluctantly entered.
But as he did SO, he looked back !;
toward the soldier who had displayed
halffriendly interest in the play.
IF you care to know more about the
piece" he began. when the maledic-
/ tons and abuse of the misshapen
keeper put a stop to further CONVEX
sation and sent the mountebank post.
| haste into the darkness of the cavern
| like hall intersecting the ground floor
On either side closed doors, vaguely
discerned. limited at the secrets of the
| chambers they guarded; the atmos.
phere, dark and close. proclaimed the
sunlight long stranger there. At the
end Of the hall the dwarf, who had
walked with the assurance Of one well
acquainted with that musty interior
and all 1t contained. paused; shot
The Clio messenger. (Clio, Mich.) 1907-current, 1913-06-27

sharply bolt and threw open door
The action was the signal for chorus
of hoarse voices from within. and the
little man stayed not on the order OF
his going. but, thrusting the mounte
bank across the threshold, leaped
nimbly back. slammed hard the door
and locked 1t.
Cries Of disappointment and rage
followed. and, facing the company that
cfowded the dingy little room almost
to suffocation. the latest conner found
himself confronted by unkempt people
who shook their fists threateningly
and execrated In no uncertain man.
ner. A few, formerly spectators OF his
little play, inclined again to vent their
oumor on him. but he regarded them
as IL unaware of their feeling; pushed
none too gently to tiny window. and.
depositing his burden on the stone
floor, seated himself on stool with
his back to the wall.
AS a squally gust soon blows itself
out, so their temper, mercurial. did
not long endure; from ragged coat
one produced dice. another cards, and.
although there were few sous to ex.
change hands, the hazard OF tossing
aud shuffling exercised Its usual
charm and held them The minutes
wore away; motionless In his corner.
The Clio messenger. (Clio, Mich.) 1907-current, 1913-06-27
Music NapoIeon's soIace.

A curious foot note to history is
found in @. L. De st. NJ Watson's
recently published book, "A Polish Elk
lie With Napoleon" to the effect that
the emperor's evenings at St. Helena
were solaced with music from a piano
which was imported from England at
cost to Napoleon himself OF f122
tss60). The musician was perhaps
Nine. Bertrand: at any rate. the piano
was bequeathed to her and was re-
moved BY her from the island after
Napoleon's death.
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Eyes: that's the one. Not bad!"
humming-
"For IL any note
Escapes a frogs throat
s,--.f Reawre my lords ire!"
Are the verses your own %

Escapes a frogs throat
a-s Reawre my lords ire!"
Are the verses your OWN
"Oh, no! I'm only a poor player"
said the mountebank humbly. but
an honest one.'' he added after a
pause. 'and this thieves inn. Mon
sleur?" returning to the subject of his
possible fate. this auberge des vo-
leurs-that sounds like bad place
for an honest lodging" Est n
ut was once under the old monks.
VINO were very merry fellows; but
since the Governor had it restored. 1t
has become a sober and quiet place.
II is true there are iron bars instead
of blinds, and you can't come and go.
as they used to, but"
rs that it-up there?" And the
mountebank pointed toward ledge OF
rock. with strong fianking buttresses.
outjutting beneath mysterious-lock'
ing wall and poised over sparsely-
wooded bit of the lower Mount. The
gray stone building you can just see
above the ramparts, and that opening
|
thing running downfall looks like
planking-" M
"Oh, that is for the wheel"
THE wheel?"
THE great wheel of the Mount. IL
was built in the time of the monks.
| and was used for"
Hold your tongue!" said the other
soldier, and the trio entered the great
gate, which had opened at their ap'
proach. and now closed quickly be-
hind them.
For the first time in that isolated
domain OF the dreaded Governor, the
mountebank appeared momentarily to
forget his fears and gazed with inter
est around him. On every side new
and varying details unfolded to the
| eye; structures that from below were
etched against the sky in filmy lines,
| here resolved themselves into vast.
, solid, but harmonious masses.
Those ribbons of color that had
seemed to fall from the wooing sky, to
adorn these heights. proved, indeed.
| fallacious; more somber effects. the
black touches OF age, confronted the
eye everywhere, save on one favored
front-that of a newer period. an
architectural addition whose intricate
carvings and beautiful roses OF stone
invited and caught the warmer rays;
whose little balcony held real buds
and flowers. bright spots of pink dang
ling from, or nesting at. the window
edge.
"Yonder looks like some grand
ladys bower" as he followed his cap
tors past this more attractive edifice
the mountebank ventured to observe
Now, perhaps. lives there"
"Hark you, my friend" one OF the
soldiers bruskly interrupted; "a piece
of advice. His Excellency likes not
babblers, neither does he countenance
gossip; and IF you'd fare well. keep
your tongue to yourself!"
I'll-Ill try to remember" said the
mountebank docilely. but as he spoke,
looked back toward the balcony; at
the cleaning reflection full on it's win
dows: then turn in the way cut off
the pleasing prospect, and only the
grim foundations of the lofty, heavier
structure on one hand and the mas.
sive masonry ramparts on the other
greeted the eye.
For some distance they continued
| along the narrow way. the mounte-
The Clio messenger. (Clio, Mich.) 1907-current, 1913-06-27
CHAPTER xvI.-(continued.)

You may rob your master" he said.
In effect; "defraud him of banalite.
bardage and those other few taxes
necessary to his dignity and position;
but you can't defraud Me-" Where.
upon he proceeded to wrest what he
wanted from the bad peasant by force
and the aid Of the broomstick! -ac-
companying the rat-a-tat with a we'll
rhymed homily on what would certain
ly happen to every peasant who
sought to deprive his lord of feudal
rights. At this point growing rest
ivcness on the part OF the audience
found resentful expression.
THAT for your DEVILS stick"
ITO the devil with the devil!"
Down with the deviI!"
Theory, once started, was not easy
to stop; men in liquor and ripe for
mischief repeated 1t; in vain the
mountebank pleaded: "My poor dolls!
My poor theater!" Unceremoniously
they tumbled 1t and him over; a few.
who had seen nothing out of the or
binary in the little play took his part;
words were exchanged for blows, with
many fighting for the sake of fighting,
when into the center Of this. the real
stage. appeared soldiers.
J.. what does 1t mean?" Impressive
in gold adornment and conscious au-
thority, the commandant himself came
down the steps. who dares make riot
on a day consecrated to the holy
relics? But you shall pay!" as the
soldiers separated the belligerents.
Take those men into custody and
who Is this fellow" turning to the
mountebank. a mournful figure above
the wreckage OF his theater and poor
puppets scattered, haphazard. like vic.
tins of some untoward disaster
! st was his play that started the
trouble" said one Of the officers.
-'Diable!" the commandant frowned.
What have you to say for yourself2"
IT," began the mountebank. &" he
| repeated, when courage and words
alike seemed to fail him.
The commandant made gesture.
up with him! To the top of the
Mount" Fsf45 .a
mo, mol" At once the fellows
voice came back to him. Don't take
me there, into the terrible Mount!
Don't lock me up!"
Don't lock him up!" repeated some
one in the crowd, moved apparently
by the sight of his distress. 1T wasn't
his fault"
No; il wasn't his fault" said 9th
ers.
"Eh?" Wheeling sharply. the COM
mandant gazed; at the lowering faces
that dared question his authority;
then at his own soldiers. On the
beach he might not have felt so Sc
cure. but here, where twenty. we'll
armed, could defend a pass and
mob batter their heads in vain against
walls. he could well afford confident
front. up with you!"' he cried stern
ly and gave the mountebank a con.
temptuous thrust.
For the first time the mans apathy
seemed to desert him; his arm shot
back like lightning, but almost at once
fell to his side. while an expression.
apologetically abject, as II to atone for
that momentary fierce impulse. over
spread his dull visage. "Oh, I'll CO."
he said in accents servile. And pro-
,ceeded hurriedly to gather UP the re-
mains Of his theater and dolls. I'm
willing to CO."
The Clio messenger. (Clio, Mich.) 1907-current, 1913-06-27
Notable wedding AnnIyersary.

A golden wedding celebrated at
Rothesay. Buteshire. England. the 9TH
er day. possessed several notable feat
ures. The family party, including
grandchildren. numbered about so. and
OF the sons present some travelled from
South Africa and Canada.
The Clio messenger. (Clio, Mich.) 1907-current, 1913-06-27
WILSON ASKS new
CURRENCY SYSTEM
President Wilson Reads Mes
IN, sage to Joint Session OF
'+a Congress. @ba
new SYSTEM IS DEMANDED
Revision Of the Banking and Currency
Laws Must Go Hand in Hand
- With Revision of the
&c. Tariff. st-5.

Washington, June 23.-President
Wilson today read his special message
on the subject of banking and currency
reform to the joint session of COZ
gress The message follows:
Mr.. Speaker. Mr.. President. Gentle
men Of the Congress-: 1t Is under tho
compulsion Of what seems to me a
clear and imperative duty that have
second time this session sought the
privilege of addressing you In person.
/ know, of course, that the heated
season of the year is upon. US, that
work in these chambers and In the
committee rooms Is likely to become a
burden as the season lengthens, and
that every consideration OF personal
comfort, perhaps. in the cases Of some
OF US, considerations OF personal
health even, dictate an early conclu-
sion of the deliberations of the SEES
sion; but there are occasions OF public
duty when these things which touch
us privately seem very small; when
the work to be done is so pressing and
so fraught with big consequence that
we know that We are not at liberty to
weigh against it any point of personal
sacrifice 1t Is absolutely imperative
that we should give the business men
OF this country banking and curren-
cy system by means of which they
can make use of the freedom of enter
prise and of individual initiative
which We are about to bestow upon