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And this was why she said it. Costeclar had thought, upon hearing of Favoral s disgrace, Now is my chance" and had hurried to the rue St. Giles the next day
 Gilberte was writing a letter when Cos teclar was announced. It was letter to Marius telling him that, after her father s disgrace. she felt obliged to break off their engagement.
 Mime. Favoral had gone out with the old lawyer, Champelain, to return to Bar on Thaller the money he had. the night before, thrown to the discredited cashier. Nor was Maxence there-Gilberte was alone.
 Coseclar began by sympathizing with the girl. Twelve millions" said he at length; that's pretty hard.
 "They accuse him of carrying away millions said Gilberte, q swear that 1t is not so."
 Well, Favoral is overheard, he replied. Let us say nothing more about him. You will never see him again. He is as good as dead. Let us talk of the living.
 What's going to become of you2 How are you going to live-your mother and yourself? Now then here you are with out penny. As for Maxence he can hardly support himself.'
 q can work. sir,'' replied Gilberte.
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MI posed to be the most methodi- M cal man in all Paris-and the most respectable.
 He lived in that most respectable street, the Rue St. Giles, a street where carriages were seldom seen and the grass grew between the pavements-a little village, as it were, where every body knew all about his neighbor.
 M. Favoral was 43 years old and looked younger. He was tall, thin, with neat ly trimmed whiskers. thin lips and small yellow eyes. It took more cere- mony to get a word from his mouth than a dollar from his pocket-which was saying a great deal.
 Summer and winter he wore gray pantaloons and long frock coat.
 The neighbors called him Old Punctu- ality and set their watches by him. Every morning of the year, rain or shine. he appeared from his doorway at the stroke of on his way to the office of the Mutual Credit society. of which great financial institution he was cash fer and a reputed stockholder.
 At 25 minutes past he re-entered the door of his house. At he dined. At ' he went to play a game of dominoes at the Cafe Turc; at 10 he returned home and went to bed. At the stroke of Il his light went out
 His life seemed as ruled and we'll balanced as a page of one of his own ledgers Now wasn't that a blameless, prosaic existence?
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His Fathers Fortune

2 Tine baroness had listened with hardly muscle of her face moving.
 ''Well,' said she what do voE want !'
 q want that money returned to the woman to whom it belongs. I want my own and my fathers fortune of which we have been robbed by M. de Thaller with your assistance"
 "ls that all?''
 NO; I want for the defrauded stock holders the 12,000,000 francs which Favoral is said to have embezzled.''
 The baroness burst out laughing. The door opened and the baron came in
 "We are quarrelng here.' said the bar oness calmly Then she took the baron into another room. When the two re- entered to Marious the baron was all smiles and honey.
 He declared that he had made every effort to discover If the child which the baroness had borne-b before her marriage was still alive, but, without result AS to the father of Marius having been defrauded--that was a wild idea. He had speculated as other men and had lost.
 "I demand my fathers fortune and the restoration of that 12,ooo.0oo francs to the stockholders of the Mutual Credit so- ciety'' said Marius,
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"You Are a Thief.

In the parlor an angry discussion began between the baron and M. Favoral The disturbed diners spoke but little-every- body was striving his best to hear. But 1t was only occasionally that they could catch d word.
 An infamous trap" they heard Favoral say. T should have been notified"
 ''Come, come,'' replied the baron, were you not fully warned? Did I ever con ceal anything from you?"
 Good heavens" groaned Mime. Fay- oral, "what does 1t all mean?"
 They heard the voices in the parlor trail off into murmurs. and then again the cashier saying. as he stamped his feet: Never, never.'
 And yet it must be done" replied the baron, it is the only and last re- source''
 And suppose I will not?"
 Your will has nothing to do with it now. Twenty years ago you might have willed or not-but that time is gone But listen to reason"
 Then the voices dropped and the next they heard was the baron saying S'That is ruin. It is bankruptcy on the last of the month. You are a forger Mime. Favoral;s you are a thief"
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A CL A 5 SIC
 IN A P A c E
Copyright, 1914, by Irving King. All ]

Copyright, 1914. by Irving King. All
 rights reserved.)
 "Other Peoples Money" was one of the three well known posthumous works of Gaborian and was published the year after he died.
 Aside from the deep dramatic interest which the story itself possesses, 1t has a distinct historical value as a faith ful picture of that general corruption of society and of that wild orgy or "frenzied finance" which prevailed Tn Paris during the latter part of the sec- ond empire. Gaborian saw 1t all-was mixed up in it--and had the gilt or reproducing it in print. It may be said that other Peoples Money is sensational. But it is no more sensational, if as much sce as was, at the time of which he writes, the life of Paris to which Gaborian held I'D the mirror.
 Many of the characters he drew from real fife, and many of the incidents he appropriated from daily events which came under his notice.
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A Dinner Interrupted

It was Saturday evening, and the com pany aforesaid had just sat down to dinner. prosy and respectable to the last degree, when the bell rang violently and servant, almost at the same moment, an- nornced "The Baron de Thaller" APaler than his napkin, M. Favoral start ell up. sThe manager" he stammered, "tho director of the Mutual Credit so- ciety."
 The baron entered close upon the heels of the servant. He was tall, stiff, had a very small head and long, reddish whisk- CTS. He was dressed in the latest style or an exaggeration of it.
 Without even touching his hat, he said, with a slightly foreign accent, which he declared was Alsatian, q must speak with ycu, Vincent, alone and at once"
 You see, we are dining with a few friends" began Favoral; when, in harsh voice the baron interrupted with Do you wish me to speak in the presence of everybody?'
 Taking up a candle from the table the cashier led his visitor into the parlor.
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Let him fly this very night. There Is a train for Brussels at 11:15. The police have already been notifled.'
 The baron bowed and retired, leaving the company speechiess with astonish- ment-stupefied by this sudden cata- clysm. Mile. Gilberte alone retained her self command.
 Ut is shame" she cried. That man is an impostor-he lies. Fafherl Father!"
 Ruin
 Favoral stood against the parlor door as pale as death and yet calm.
 Why attempt any expianations?'f he said. 'The money is gone and appear ances are against me-
 His wife went to him and took his hand. We will give up nll we have said she
 guests.
 ''All we have replied Favoral. as he pushed his wife aside. would not be a drop in the bucket. We have no longer anything; we are ruined'
 "Ruinedi" exclaimed M. Desormeaux; "and where, then, are the 4O,0O0 francs placed in your hands for jnvestment?"
 And our 12o0o0?" cried M. and Mme. Desclavette.
 And my 6oooO?" shouted M. Champe- lain with an oath
 The cashier shrugged his~ shoulders and said with a synical smile: Lost, irrevocably lost.'
 The rage of the guests and the con sternation and grief of the family knew no bounds
 Favoral did not even try to defend himself. At length he said with crush ing irony:
 What, is t this evening only that you discover that I speculated, kind friends? Where then and out of whose pockets. did you suppose l was getting the enormous interests I have been paying you for years?
 Did you ever see honest money the money of labor-yield 10 and 12 per cent? The money that yield that per cent is the money of the gaming table-the money of the Bourse.
 "Bahl You knew it. You brought me your money because you thought I knew the game and did not ask how I played it-whether I stacked the cards or not
 If you had know that did so you would virtuously have pocketed the money. You are my accomplices. It is the cupidity of the dupes that induces the trickery of the sharpers."
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Times Aeyer,ees

Marius hurried down to see if Max ence had arrived with his mother anA sister He had. They ascended to tho room.
 Favoral was apparently writing They spoke to him. He did not answer. They touched him and he fell to the floor. He was dead
 Jrcienne recovered and married Max ence Marius went to law aud recov- cred his own and his fathers fortune. Ihailer got five years in prison. The baroness was arrested for subordination Of attempted murder and was discharged for want of evidence.
 The Marquis and Marchtoness de Ire gars live quietly in their Breton castle. ana if they lose their fortune again it will not be on the Bourse.
 Next weeks one-page classic will be:
 The Chain Bearer" by James Fenimore Cooper.
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Abandoning the Dune


 She was severely injured So some body must watch with her.
 "O' said she, If Zelie Cadelle were only here-the girl wno befriended me when l came out of the hospitaI''
 Quickly Marius went and brought Zelie, telling her as much Of Luciennes story as she ought to know.
 So they tried to kill my poor dear she said. T confess all.n And she did, Vincent Favoral was hidden in apartt ments which zellie had taken in the rue St. Lazare.
 ''He>fs in love with some great lady who it is do net know,' said Zelie; 'and they are going to fly tomorrow" tGo and bring your mother and your sister to your father said Mar1us-snd hurried off to the rue St. Lazare.
 Hidden,in 2 closet with 3 glass door so wal, for the coming of Isavorals family. he saw Vincent and Mme. De Thaller. In cold and naughty language she told Fa- voral that he was her dupc. She would not fly with him. and she swept out of the room.
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Flight That Very Night

Maxepce sprang from his chair crying, 'I shall not allow my father to be thus insrlted in his own house."
 But the door opened and the director of the mutual credit stepped into the dining room. He addressed himself to Mile. Gilberte, saying:
 Your father, maden. .oiselle, is a wretch. My duty should be to hand him over to the law. But on account of your worthy mother if your father him self. above all on account of yourself. shall forbear doing so. But let him heard of"
 He threw roll of bank notes NNn the table and continued: ''Hand him t}s'
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worked with her for the same object But Mavence had steadied down and would take no more money from his mother.
 He had a job in an architects office and worked at 1t for d small salary, asking nothing from the paternal or material resources. So that was over.
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Browning Insult

''There is only one objection to that, V he replied 'women cannot support them- selves by their work alone. It is only servants who get enough to eat.
 'I will become a servant if necessary
 How different things might be- went on Costeclar. 'if you had not rejected me when wanted to be your husband. Well, such as I was, l am still.
 You can have a fine establishment and you will look well leaning back in carriage as you drive in the Bois. Your mother shall be taken care of also. She shall want for nothing. Horses, carriages, servants-you can have them all.
 ITO be sure, now that matters are as they are there would be nothing said about marriage between us'
 It was then that Gilberte sprang to her feet. and. blushing at the insult offered her. cried out imperiously: "Wretch-- leave here at once"-and M de Tregars entered.
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True Love Trinmnhs

"Gilberte, said Marius, II love you with all my soul; you only and for life What do care for your parents? Do I know them? Your father does he exist :? As for your name, it is mine-the un- sullied name of the Tregars. You are my wife, mine, mine.''
 Gilberte sank into a chair and had a good cry Then they had long, long talk.
 He told her that he and many others believed that her father, while he might be guilty, had been really tool in the hands of other financiers who had lured him to ruin and made a scapegoat of him.
 Another thing: the name of the people connected with the affairs of the Mutual Credit society had set him thinking of the affairs of his own father and he had read over bundles of old documents which he had found in his fathers pa pers
 Heswould get leave from the factory and devote himself to two things-to dis covering the whereabouts of M Favoral and getting, if possible, the whole truth from him: and to making those who had swindled his. father disgorge their ill- gotten gains.
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Letters Left Behind

The baron moved out toward the en- trance, where the carriage was waiting, and Marius accompanid him,
 And if not?' asked Thaller.
 tThen I shall appeal to the courts"
 "We'll see about it. replied the baron. and, entering his carriage, drove off
 Disappointed, but not dismayed, Mar ius sought Maxence.
 In the pocket of the coat which M Favoral had taken off to put on the one he wore when he fled so suddenly, had been found receipt for two leather trunks Tregars and Maxence went to tho shop where these mad been purchased and found that they had been delivered to Mime. Zelle Cadelle, 49 Rue de Cirque
 To the Rue de Cirque they went and while Maxence remained in neiehbor- ing cafe. Marius went to No. 49, where he found lively little lady in pretty little house, 1uxuriously furnished.
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came in They had not been able to see the baron and return the money Max ence came in and M. Champelain took his leave.
 Then Gilberte told her mother and brother of the insulting visit Of Coste- clar. Maxence fairly stamped with rage. And I was not here to protect your cried Maxence.
 But another was here" replied Gill berte. Mother. you have for a long time suspected that l have a secret
 Then she went on and told the whole story of her relations with Marius and stated the reasons why she had here tofore kept them secret
 A Formal Declaration
 Scarcely had she finished her tale when the servants annuonced Gen eral the Count de Villegre." The Count came i'll, stout veteran, stately and formal, but benign of appearance
 He had been the most intimate friend of the father of Marius and was now the patron and confidant of the son.
 Maxence placed him a chair and the old soldier began stainmering and dIsJointed speech, the purpose of which evidently was that he came on tile part of the Marquis de Tregars to ask of Mme. Favora1 the hand of her daugh- ter Gilberte, in marriage It was quite evident that the old fellow would rather be under the fire of a battery than acting as cupid's diplomatic mes serger
 A profound silence fell when the Count had completed his oration. Step- ping to the parlor door, the Count called "Marius." and Marus, who had been waiting in the dining room by connivance of the servant, came in.
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As He Deserved

Mortified, ashamed. Gilberte could only say that Costeclar had grossly insulted her. The broker cooly stated the case. The young Marquis sprang upon him and threw him to the floor.
 Then he dragged him to his knees and forced him to repeat after him an hum- .ble and abject apology to Gilberte. Then he baSe the broker begone-and he went and stayed not on the order of his going.
 For a minute there was silence between the lovers and then Marius explained why he had entered the house.
 T never thought to see you again." said Gilberte with a sob in her throat, There is a letter which I was writing when that wretch came in.''
 Marius read the incompleted missive and said, Do you then, wish our engage ment broken?"
 "Is 1t not my duty?'' replied Gilberte. "If it had been only poverty I should have welcomed it, for poverty would have brought us closer together. But this is disgrace. Can you take for your wife the daughter of dshonored man? No, you must not.
 "I can never cease loving you--that does not depend upon my will But all thought of marriage must be over between us. Forgive me the sorrow I have caused you; leave me to the misery of my fate and forget me-
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Attempted Murder

He was shown into the parlor. He NJ. Vincent Favoral.
 When zelle came in she said: What do. you .want?''
 T desire to find the original of that picture.
 70, NJ. Victor she replied. (So 1t was by the name of Victor. then, that Favoral had kept up this establishment)
 70. he has gone off to Brazil. con tinued Zelle.
 And you are left alone?''
 70. yes: but, pouf! Old Vincent only came here now and then and made me live the life of prisoner. But why do you ask all these Questions?''
 T am friend of M. Favorars."
 Who's he?"
 That Is M. vincent's real name. Then he told her the story of Vincent Favoral What horrid old scoundrel he was" cried Zelle.
 He rejoined Maxence and they went to the Hotel des Folieg. A terrible thing had happened. I-ueienne had been the
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The Bait Swallowed

For a considerable time they did not meet each other. Then the woman began to write again She must see him. She is married now to great financier.
 My infatuated fatherv swallowed the bait and called upon her. Then she writes that her husband is jealous and suspicious that the best thing to do is for the mar quis to associate himself with her hus- band in business. Then they can meet without suspicion
 My father accepted the suggestion, and you know what followed. Madame. have tracked that Phraisie and her child.
 "Euphraisie Cesarine Taponnet. born of Euphrasie Taponnet and an unknown fa- ther, is still living, although various at tempts upon her life have been made. Phrasie is now the Baroness de Thaller.
 Your daughter by the baron you have given the same as that name of your child by my father; and have annexed the 5O0,000 francs invested by him for Eu- phrasie Cesarine Taponnet.'
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BY EMILE GABORIAU
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victim of a carriage accident which bore every evidence of being another attempt epon her life
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Her Secret Out

The old Marquis had instituted suit against them before he died. But Marius, being then young, had stopped the suit to prevent the scandal. He was older now and more worldly wise. He would pur- sue his fathers destroyers.
 But much work was to be done, much evidence to be gathered.
 Scarcely had Marius taken his leave
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Significant Bills

But there was one little bundle or re- oeipted bills in a drawer apart from the rest. This little bundle was most in- teresting and Illuminating. One bill read: 'Sold to M. Favoral an India cashmere shawl. fir. $500. Received payment F'orbe and Tiroler.''
 Was that for you, madam?" asked the official, handing the bill to Mime. Favoral. Stupefied with astonishment, the poor woman stammered out. "The baroness Thaller spends a great deal. He often made purchases for her"
 Then there were bills for earrings cost ing 60,00O francs, bracelet 5000 francs. a parlor set. horse and two velvet dresses.
 Here" said the official. lis part. at least, of the 12.Oo0,ooo which M. Favoral is charged with having embezzled
 Poor Mime. F'avoral still protested that her husband could have been living a double life and told of his regular habits. Tn appearance you are right" replied the official. ''But to regulate one's dis orders is the peculiarity of our times. We opeE books with our passions and keep account of our ipfamies by double entry. We sin with method and, though we embezzle millions that we may hang diamonds in the ears of an adventures, we are careful and teep the receipted bills"
 Gilberte and Maxence
 The police and guests departed. Woe, shame and desolation settled down heav- fly upon the house of the Favorals..
 Now let us inquire into the lives of Maxence and Gilberte. In that Favoral household it would appear that only Mime. Favoral had been living an open and straightforward iife-concealing nothing. And even she, the poor woman. had she uot worked off her fingers almost to earn money by knitting. embroidering. crocheting for q shop in the rue St Denis. ard even cheated her husband little now and then in the household expenses, in order Shat Maxence might have spend ing nonfy as other young men had \ And Cilberte had assisted her ana
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One Matter &ttled

Madame said he, q a waiting my fate.'
 70. ] cannot answer you" cried the poor woman. ''I have some friends whom l ought to consult
 But Maxence, who had got over his stupor and who knew the excellent rep utation of Marius, said
 Mother, people in our position have no friends. To my sister, the Marquis de Tregars offers his name-and you think of consulting"
 T am not mistress my son." mur- mured the poor mother. "and your father--'
 My fatherp' cried Maxence. What right can he have over hereafter?"
 He took his sisters hand and placed 1t within the hand of Maruis. ':There- <. take her. sir he said; never, what ever she may do, will she acquit the debt of gratitude we this day contract toward you"
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"Was this for you, Madame?9
Hypocritical Sympathy

Gilberte say in a loud and agtated voice: "Wreteh-leave here at oncei
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Le Marquis de Tregars

But Gilberte had a secret of q greater and more lasting importance, a secret which she hugged to her breast day and Light. She was iu love with-had. in fact, promised to marry-Marius Genost. Mar Guir de Tregars, a young man of her own age.
 Years before there had come up from his castle and estates in Brittainy the old Marquis de Tregars, determined to see a little of the world before he died.
 He did. The sharpers of the bourse got hold of him and took away all his money and all his estates. except the old Breton castle and the park around it.
 A woman named Phrasle got hold of him, helped plunder him and took away his reputation.
 Then he died of broken heart and his son Marius gave up all his own private fortune to satisfy his fathers creditors. Marius went to work for living.
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He was talented lived a clean life and got on. He was now the manager of a large dye factory with s good salary. He was at work upon an electric motor which would make his fortune.
 He met Gilberte by chance, fell in love at first sight and inquired about her. An. she was the daughter of rich man. Marius was poor-that made a gulf between them.
 Many and many a ume the two saw each ether without speaking Giloerte learned the history of Marius Tregars and realized why he did not address her directly
 Finally they did speak one day in the gardens of the palas royal, and agreed to wait three years for each other. By that time Marius would be rich enough to ask M Favoral for lis daughter s hard. This, with the optimism of youth, they both believed.