w, .0 THE 8CRANTON TBlBUNE -SATURDAY JIORNINGr, -i;AY 130. lSi)7. Cbc Rome Reading (Brd t nT thp HniKP np thp smbi pt witph I m iiiuiiuuuuui uiuuuniiuui vsnuii. t By MAX PEMBERTON. X Copyright, 1897, by AAA4, SYNOPSIS. Tho Abbo Jlorcllct, euro of the village of Yvette, while on a Journey to Pari with his vnlot and groom, meets with a stranger ndvotituro In tho wood of St. Cloud. First, three masked horsemen np. proach and, addressing tho prlost n tho lord bishop of Blols, despite his protcstw, warn him of tho witches that haunt tho wood. A llttlo farther he finds himself In the mtdst of a straiiBo company a band of devils, dwarfs and other hideous crea tures, nil dressed In scarlet, with a scar let witch at their head. Tho abbe's ser vants lake flight. Tho abbe, thinking they nre a lot of masquerade, makes bold to address them. In reply they repeat every word ho says, calling him the lord bishop of Plots: They say that ho must suiter, and tho punishment agreed upon Is that he must buy a supper at the House of tho Scm let Witch. Ho Is blind-folded and, when he can again sec, ho Is In a room en tirely draped In scurlet, and seated at a tnblo laden with a rich feast, surrounded by tho company that ho met In the wood. Now, tho abbe Is hungry. His mission In Paris to placo hla ward, Corlnne do Mon tesson, in a convent. Ho has heard that sho Is tho frlond of all tho ne'er-do-welU In Paris, but sho has the favor ot tho king, nnd ho can do nothing with her on this nccount. Tho king Is uway now, and will return on tho morrow, and ho hopes to get Corlnno within tho convent walls be fore she can appeal to the king. In splto of his haste, however, he determines to appease his hunger at this rich spread; but every morsel turns to bread crumbs In his mouth, and all tho sparkling wlno proves to bo water. PART IV. He- spoke loudly; nor did ho look for an answer, being quite assured by this time that he was dreaming, or, if ho were not, then that he had become the victim of the strangest jest yet played in France. And he was very surprised, when a voice behind him greeted him with the first word ho had heard uttered since he entered the loom. For tho matter of that, the voice van hardly raised before all the suppers leaped to their feet and stood in an attitude of respectful attention. "And what is the trouble of the Lord HIshop of Blols?" asked the speaker, as he advanced to tho Abbe's chair. He was a man bllghtly above the medium height, and he wore a dress of white velvet upon which a lace-work of the whitest diamonds glittered. The Abbe observed that he was somewhat advanced in years, and that his fea tures were cleur-cut and singularly handsome. He was attended, now, by two pages who were trunk-hose1 of purple and purple cloaks above them; while an officer in the blue uniform of the Corslean legion stood at his heels as though expecting some command. "Ho, ho!" though't the Abbe as he watched tho stranger, "here then is the rogue who has played this Jest upon me. I wlU find a word for him at any rate." And so he spoke aloud. "Sir." said he, "who you may be, I do not wish to know; but if this bo your house, permit mo to tell you that I have been th'e victim of great liberty.". The stranger feigned astonishment. "What," cried he, "have you not supped well, 'Seigneur?" "Sir," answered tho Abbe, "I be seech you that you will not call me 'Seigneur, for to such a title I have no claim. As for your supper I would not offer it to a dog." "But surely," cried the other, look ing very much surprised, "that is turbot which you eat, my friend and do you not hold a cup of the wine of Burgundy in your hand?" "Monsieur," said the Abbe, with hun gry dignity, "whoever has told you that has lied. There is nothing but water here." "Oh, indeed!" cried the newcomer, "pray permit me to put it to my lips, Seigneur you say that is water St. Ioaii8 I would like to have a cellar full of such water asr that." He tasted tho draught as he spoke and smacked his lips over it as though I' had' been a delicious nectar. The 'Able, staggered' at the action, was sl tent for some momenta; but after a pause he took cup up In his hands, and did that which was a rare thing for him to do he lost his temper. "My son," he asked, "you declare that to bo the wine of Burgundy?" "Most certainly," replied the strang er, "most admirable wine." "Then I pray you drink it." ex claimed the Abbe and at the invita tion he threw the contents of his goblet into the newcomer's face. It was a deserved retort, perhaps; but the miserable cure, had lie foreseen that whloh was to follow, would have cut off his right hand rather than a. Ipw hli temper to carry him so far. Scarce was the thing done when a cry of liorror burst from the company about tho table. Fifty hands were raised as If to strike tho cowing prieqt. Threats, execrations, remonstrances, were hurled at him until his head Homeopathic Caro for Indigestion, Weak Stomach. No. 10 Corrects the Digestion. No. 10 tones up tho Stomach. No. 10 makes the appetite keen. No. 10 prevent! distress after eating. No. 10 relieves smoker's heart-burn. No. 10 steadies the Nerves. No. 10 removes liver spots. No. 10 gently assists Nature. No. 10 promotes health. No. 10 Is only equuled In merit by (f .77 ?i von GRIP All druggists, or sent for Uflc,, BOc,, or 91, MBDICAU BOOIc.-.pr. Humphreys' Homeo pathlc Manual of all UUeasos mailed free. Humphreys' Med. Co., Cor. William and lin til., New York, No. 10 BHMHBMB-B--fiB--T.tXlHfiB DYSPEPSIA Max Pembertan. buzzed with the clamor. The stranger, alone, appeared to be unmoved. He wiped his face with a handkerchief of lace; and then turned to tho Corslean at his elbow. "I am sorry," said he, "but I must aBk you to arrest Monselgneru, the Bishop of Blols. You will take him to his room and keep him there until my pleasure be known." "Your Majesty is obeyed," was tho answer. There was a great silence In the place now; and It lasted while the Corslean stepped forwnrd and bade the quaking priest follow him. As for the Abbe, he was like one petrified. "Great heaven!" he moaned, when they led him from the room, "It Is the king who speaks. And I havo thrown my wine in his face. God hejp me, for my day has surely come." All else was forgotten In this; the visions of the night, his purpose In rid ing to Paris, even the offenses of little Corlnno gave place to tho tremendous fear which his folly had brought upon him. Ho saw It all now mystery no longer perplexed him. The masquerade In tho woods, tho horrible aparltlon. the Hashing of the crimson fire what was It all but the work of the jesters ot the palace of St. Cloud? They had gone out to seek whom they could de vour, and they had, lighted upon the euro of Yvette, he said. Then the king ho had heard of their pastime and had come to witness Its consummation. And thus had the perpetration of a crime so terrible been brought about. Nothing, not even religion,, was held as sacred in that year 1759 as the body of the king. Tho Abbe knew full well that unless mercy were shown to him, he might spend the remaining years of his life In the Bastlle. Men had come to such a punishment for mere words but to throw a goblet of wlno In his Majesty's face! The very memory of his offending compelled him to shudder like ono who was already doomed. The Corslean officer had led him to a bed room now; a pretty room lighted by many wax candles and furnished with all the taste characterizing a period so tsteful. It was a long apartment with a cabinet giving off It and the Abbe pbserved in- this smaller chamber a sup per tablo decked prettily with lighted candles and llowers. For this, however, he had no appreciating eyes. He felt at the moment as though he could never eat again. Foreboding, real and stern, had set hi? nerves itching. He began to question his conductor; hoping for somo little word of comfort. "Monsiery," ho said, with pitiable anxiety, "-I beg you to tell me whose house is this and where does it lle "Iteadlly," answered the young offi cer. "This Is the pavlllpn of Madame Doublet de Persan. Tho villagers call It the Houso of the Scarlet "Witch. I regret, Monsclgncur, that your first ac quaintance of It should be made so un propitiously. Sa,Int Denis! who would have thought that his Majesty was un known to you?" "God help me," answered tho Abbe, "I never saw him but once, Mon3leur, nnd then It was from a bench in the Place Louis Qulnze. Oh, surely, he will remember that!" The Corslean shook his head, Im plying that he .doubted. "My Lord Bishop," paid he, "I am but a very humble servant of his Majesty and heaven forbid that I should antici pate his decision. If you have friends, however, let me beg of you to write to them. It is possible, should their Influence for this offence with a year In the Bastlle!" "A year in the Bastlle," murmered the Abbe, "a year tho Saints help me a year for a moment's loss of tem per! Oh, mon DIeu, will you not plead for me, Monsieur? I am no Lord Bis hop, but only a pure cure who is friend less and helpless as you see. . I conjure you, of your charity be a friend to me." "What!" cried the soldier, with a wondrous assumption of surprise, "you tell me, my Lord, that you are not the Bishop of Blols? Oh, surely, this night's work has robbed you of your memory. Think a little, and you will recall the circumstances. How today you were riding to Paris upon business of your diocese when you fall Into the hands of Madame Doublet de Person's merry fellows who bring you to this houso to supper. Tho king, learning of the Jest, Is driven over from the pa lace to enjoy it, when you, losing your temper, throw a goblet of wine into his Majesty's face, and so become my prisoner until your, sentence is de livered. I extort you, my Lord, hide none of these things from yourself, but send at once to your friends and conjure them to intercede for you." There was a wondrous air of honesty about the Corslcan's tale; and although the Abbo .was more perplexed than ever when the soldier had done, he de termined to trust him, and to make a last effort to help himBelf. Indeed, a sudden inspiration seized upon him, and when spoken his words came quickly and his white cheeks flushed scarlet. "Monsieur," ho .said, "I see it all plainly; they have mistaken mo for the Lord Bishop of Blols, and so this mis fortune has fallen upon mo. I have but ono friend in Paris if, Indeed, sho be In Paris now. I speak of my ward, Corlnno do Montesson, who Is to be found at the Hotel Beautrelllls In the Hue Saint Paul. Could you but convey a word to her of my necessity, I know that it would not bo unavailing. Indeed, she is very gentlo and loving to alt, and nover falls to help those who aro in adversity. Send to her, I beg you, and toll her to como to Saint Cloud at once. Say that tho Abbo Morellet Implores her assistance " "Clel," cried tho Corslean, "I will tell her no such tale for why should she como to tho help of the Abbo Morellet when it la Monselgneur, tho Bishop of Blols, whom she Is to assist?" "Sir" said tho Abbe, with humble entreaty, "If you tell her that, I am surely lost." "Courage," said the Corslean, "you forget, 'Seigneur. In a little time your memory will come back to you. I shall send to Paris at once. Meanwhile, you will pardon mo if I must hold you un der lock nnd key. You heard tho king's command, my lord?" "Ood help me," cried tho Abbe, "I heard It too well." At thla tho Corslean withdrew nnd went down stairs to tho supper tabic. Tho scarlet masks of tho company wore all laid asldo now, and the suppers no longer nto fish made of bread crumbs, on tho contrary, they wero very merry over flagons of rare, red wino and gob lets of champagne and trout from tho Lake of Geneva, and dishes of carp's tongues nnd sturgeon and mullet and legs of venison nnd fat capons. When they saw the offlcer they cried out Joy fully and hastened to aBk how the Abbo did. "Grlmod, Grlmod, what does ho say, what does ho do, oh, tell us quickly we die with impatience you havo news, Grlmod?" The Corslean held up his hand for quiet. Then, addressing tho scarlet witch, whoso fresh and piquant face belled her role, now that the mask was laid aside, he said: "Ma fol, Mademoiselle Corinne, the Abbe asks for you!" "For me," cried the girl "then you have told him, Grlmod?" "Upon my word, Mademoiselle, I have told him nothing. Ho thinks you aro at tho Hotel Beautrelllls, and ho begs mo to send a messenger there." Corlnne clapped her pretty hands. "Oh!" she cried, "how I love him. But he will not send me to a convent after nil." PART V. Tho idea that Corlnne do Montesson would over succumb to such a fate seemed to amuso the masquerades very much. They greeted her words with oxtravaeant enthusiasm. Ono love sick swain whoso devil's head was set mockingly upon a plate before him turned toward her eyes full of sheepish affection and excllamcd: "St. John, Corlnne, If you go to the nuns at Charenton, you will take half Paris with you." "We shall have to build a city there," cried another. 'Such a nlaco of wnrsliln never 411 havo been seen," said a third. "I go as man-ln-waltlng," llsoed a pretty boy, who was busy with a dish of venison. "And tho It Inc. what fines ho rrn no?1' asked a demon whose head was tucked away under his chair. "Yes," - cried Corlnne, Joyfully, "the king, where Is he? Come forth, sir. and let us see you." Sacro bleu." nnswered n. vnlrn mm the further end of tho table, "tho king is very well, thank you, Mademoiselle but he will bo the better when he has eaten this pastry." Could the Abbe have seen the king at that moment, his fears would have vanished like the wind. Truth to tell, his Majesty looked exceedingly un klngly, seated ns he was. astride a small chair and holding a very large pastry between his knees. But the wretched priest in the bedroom above know of none of these things. While tho masqueraders below were at the zenith of their merriment, the miser able Abbo was pacing his elegant pris on and every turn he took brought a fresh exclamation to his lips. "Oh!" ho would moan, "a year In the Bastlle at the least that I should have' left my homo for this! A year In the Bastlle, where they put you In cages so that your bones ure bent, or in ditches where, the floors are deep In slime! Heaven be merciful to me I have thrown wine In the king's face! Fool that I was! His dress should have taught mo better manners. And now they will punish me oh! miserable day, unhappy hour what would I not give to bo In my bed at Yvette again." He, good man, had lived so noble a life that fear had not in all his years been an enemy to him. But now ho feared exceedingly feared bo that for a long while he started at every whisp er of tho wind or creak of board; feared until he forgot that he was hungry and had not supped. By and by, however, ono of his restless pac ings carried him: into, the cabinet which opened off the bed-chamber; and there he beheld the little table with the flowers and the wax lights and tho flagon of wine and the well dressed capon. "Bah!" he exclaimed, angrily, "tho wine Is but colored water, the capon Is made of bread; they shall not befool mo a second time." He thought It a cruel Jest, and vowed he would not be the victim of It; and no he began to pace tho room again; but his steps carried him, despite his resolution, straight into the cabinet again, and at tho third time of his coming, hunger and thirst so far pre vailed that ho poured a little of tho wine from the llagon and ventured to take it. "Oh!" cried he, filling the goblet to the brim, "can It be true unon mv word, this Is very like tho wine of Burgundy Saint John! I have never tasted a better Imitation." There was almost a smile upon the Abbe's face now; and he began with eager lianas to help himself to tho ca pon. A minute later he had seated him self at tho little table, and was busy with a groaning plate. Only when his meal was done did a haunting memory of his night's work come back to him and at that, the wine was soured and tho bread turned bitter. Ha looked nt tho great carved bed and told himself that sleep was not for such as he. Ho heard a bell without strike the hour of midnight, and the new-come day seemed to bo the herald ot his mis fortunes. Once or twice ho went to the door of his prison-chamber and l'stened, but could discern "no sound, neither of voices nor of steps. "Heaven be good to me!" cried he, beginning to pace his room again. "If I could only lay this night in my bed at Yvette." He sighed at tho hopelessness of the desire; but, to his intenso amazement, his slsh was echoed from the opposite sldoof tho room. And he was very much .surprised when, upon turning round, he beheld, standing there by a plcturo let Into the panel of the wains cott'lng, two of the masked men who had met him on the- rond earjler. in the evening. Indeed, the Abbe rubbed his eyes to make sure 'that It was' not a dream; and it was, not until tho taller of tho two spoke that ho believed alto gether In tho reality of that which he saw, "My Lord Bishop," said tho stranger, "wo have kept our promise und you see us again. Is it gladly?" "Gentlemen!" cried tho Abbe, "glad ly, Indeed. O, heaven knows! You havo heard of my. misfortunes?" The masked man raised his hand. "Hush!" ho said. "A word may cost you your life. Wo know all and have como to save you. Follow me, 'Seig neur, and say nothing, whatever you may see or hear." 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Before the pris oner had realized anything of that which was being done, he found him self out upon the soft grassi with the bridle rein of a horse In his left hand and a groom at Ills right hand ready to assist him to mount. Tho two men, in their turn, went to horses waiting for them nnd, all leaping Into the saddles, the leader said, presently: "Seigneur, mount, I beg of you. Wo ride to Blols for your life." "To Blols?" gasped the Abbe. But tho groom had helped him Into the saddle now, and the man having, with a lusty smack upon the quarters, sent the horso off to join the cthtrs, the At be found himself, for good or 111, galloping wildly through the "Park to ward the road for Sevres. So absorbed was he In doubt and wonder that bo failed to observe tho young girl who rode up to his guides as they left the pavllllon though she was masked ns the others were. Indeed, those with him never 'drew rein nor spoke a sin gle word until dawn broke In tho sky, and St. Cloud and Its woods lay far be hind them. Then for the flist time they permitted their foaming beasts to go at tho walk and the fresh wind of the morning to breathe upon their heated faces. The place was the summit of a hill s'Jino 'lve rrlles from the town of Ham boullicl. Below them a valley stretched rleatantly, and In the far distance the npire of the church at Yvette stoi d up like a needle against the cloudless sky. "My lord," said the leader of the strangers, halting suddenly at tho 3pot, "yonder Is your homo. As for U3 our win-k. is done. We have but to slvo you this paper and to bid you make your way to Blols with all speed. I doubt not that you will obey fattUnlly tho king's wish that ycu shall no: leave your now diocese for tho spaci of one eai." , "My diocese, the king's wish!" x cliamcd tho Abbe whose fare was bathed with perspiration and whose limbs were so sore that he could scatce sit upon his horse. "Certainly," answered the masked man, pressing tho paper Into the priest's hands; "read that and all will be known to you." The Abbe road the paper, then ho he raised hli hands In an attitude of humble thankfulness. "Merciful heaven be praised!" cried he, "they have made me Bishop of Blols, me tho unworthy tho simple priest (ho humble euro of Yvette. Surely the king has forgiven mo then. Gentlemen, I thank you from my heart for this night's work. Never shall your services be forgotten. Tell mo your names, I beg of you, that I may re membt r thnrn In my prayers." The first of the three men removed his mask. '"Seigneur," said he, "they call me Benolt, tho swordsman." '"Seigneur," cried the second, un masking in his turn, "I am the Comte de Gulbert thp oldeft friend of your ward, Mademoiselle Corlnne do Mon tesson." It was tho moment for the young girl now. Swiftly unmasking and turning her pretty face upon the astonished Abbe, she said: "And I, 'Seigneur, am Corlnne her self." Tho Abbe sat ns one dumbfounded. Tears swelled up In his eyes. Oratltudo choaked his words. "Corlnne," he said. "Oh, it Is to you that I owe my pardon and my fortune then. God bless you a thousand times." "But not nt Charenton," cried Corlnne, merrily. "Heaven forbla!" exclaimed the Abbo. "Return to your home and carry an old man's blessing with you." Tho Bishop of Blols was wont to tell, even In his old age, how that at St. Cloud ho had once thrown a class of wine in the king's face. But tho know ing! ones shook their heads. "Dah," said they among themselves, "it was one of pretty Corinr.e's Jests. 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Hero Is tho first expression of a do sire to kill himself, wore self-murder not forbidden by the Almighty. Then tho well-known nnd Immortal solilo quy, "To be, or not to be," what does this mean, If not a contemplation of suicide? Hamlet views It from every point (It Is unnecessary to quote the lines, they are so familiar), and flnnlly comes to the conclusion that nothing hut cowardice prevents many of us from leaving this life In our own way, and at our own sweet will. Secondly, that Hamlet was not In sane. Now, tho question, "Was Ham let Insane, or did he feign Insanity?" has been mooted for years, some taking one view, some the other. The real answer Is, both; Hamlet was Insane, and also feigned a greater degree of In sanity than he was possessed with. Hamlet was what the alienists of the present day call a reasoning melan chollac a well-known and quite com mon mild form of Insanity, character ized by a distaste for and disgust with life. "O, how weary,- flat, stale and unprofitable seem to me all the uses of this world," etc., etc. Hamlet de scribes his own mentnl state perfect ly In the -lines beginning "I have of late, but wherefore I know not, lost nil my mirth; foregone nil customs of exercises;" etc., etc. The world seems to him "an unweeded garden; things rank nnd gross in nature possc3 it merely." The "brave, oe'r-hanglng Armament, fretted with golden lire" Is nothing to him but "a foul and pesti lent congregation of vapors," and ho Bays "Man delights not me, nor wo man either." What Is this but mel ancholia? And all mclancholiacs ar? more or less suicidal. As to his Intention to fcliin Insan ity, he makes this clearly known to his bosom friend, Horatio, when he tells him that he mny "see fit to put an nntlc disposition on." And it will also be lemembercd that Polonlu3 13 de putized by tho king to "p--t from him why he puts on this confusion." 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The Public Knows a Good Whee It Sees ' That is why the Tribune is constantly increasing, and why we are able to state the following IciClSI FACT 1 TIlC Tl'ibline is delivered to more homos and business ptaooa than any other Scranton newspaper. FACT 2 The Tril)linc i3, wifchont doubt, tho best advertising me dium in Northeastern Pennsylvania. FACT 3 TllC Tribune prints mora news and contains more exclusive lcaturos than any of it3 competitors. FACT 4 The TribllHC consists of 10 pages daily, except Saturday, upon which day a magnificent 10 nagC paper is issued. FACT 5 Tlie Tribune contains no boiler plate or "patent" matter. V Every Hue is carefully solectcd and well edited. FACT 6 TilC TribllHC has, since its birth, constantly set tho paco in the journalistic raca in this section and today has out distanced all competitors. The Tribune leads, tho others try to follow. ., , FACT 7 TllC Tribune is the best newspaper in the state, outs'idCof, Philadelphia aud Pittsburg. It costs but 50 cents a month, , delivered cvpry morning before breakfast. Subscribe I10W, nun Bi.i wv.j. f" gffl- STRICTLY mm GRADE Tailoring Strictly High Grade Tailoring. Thla means that from the buttons to tho ilnlnuu. tho milts wo muUo tiro perfect In fit, llulah una fubrlc. "llicy lira high In srade but not In prtoo. Our plan Is to lit perfectly or muUo unothcr suit. VV. J. DAVIS, ARCADBBuiLoiNa. 'J13 Wyoming Avenue. (TRADE MARK.) IdSfc 'Pteuf If J "i'tSs Week Bargain Day Here wcclc and mfc thn nnmn hnrrmtna imti Ono hundred dozen sprays IMPORTED FLOWERS Largo, full hunches In all tho newest fttvles. flower that wcro neornohl under 91.0(j be fore. You van tnko your choice at 25c u bunch, RIBBONS An Importer's entire stock of Finest Rllfc Ulbbonn In Fnnry l'lnldx, Fancy Moire, Fancy Htrlpeand Brocade Itlbbons, worth Tfiq n yard. Your cholco hero at 25c n yard. All silk Toffeta Ribbons, 15c a yd. llotarla Ribbons, worth -luc, l'oc a yd. Other. Stores' Prices. JULIUS TRAUGQTT, Thine to.'j& a 4 e circulation of The EOOHS I ARD 2, COIll'LTH Bt'tfC , 3CRANTON, PA. -'., " p Wm& AND BLASTING'" '"' in mffl-.it. D E R i -,. . .. 1 ,! 01 IUAIL, At &1WUOXW AilUVWV DALE WOIU-B. x- '! LAPLtN & RAND POWDER CO' ORANGE QUN POWDER IHectrla Catteries, Kleotrlo Kxpliderj, for or pIcdliiK blasts, Skfety iujo, and Repanno Gtiemical Co.'- ninii EXPLOSIVES. WOLF & WENZEL, 240 A.aois Ave., Opp. Court House. PRACTICAL TINNERS and PLUMBERS Eolo .'cents for Richardson 'Boy-ton' Fnrnaoes aud Ranges. .1 )
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