1 ,' 'H-',yi i 4 & THE FULTON COUNTY NEWS. McCONNELLSBURG. PA. 10 THE NEW A Complete Set Needed Under the New Currency Law. 0 ILLUSTRATION 6y ELLSVDRTft YOVNCT' THE DESIGNS ALL PREPARED READY filt MONEY 1 CHAPTER I.' ' Tho Prophecy. Half a dozen high, little French voices floated shrilly out Into the gar den, on a sunshiny morning of 1820 ' from the great ontry of an old farm houso in the valley under the Jura mountains. The grandmother, sitting white-capped In the center of the bub' bub, beard one more willingly than the others, for not only was Francois her beat loved, but aUo the story he asked for was the story she liked to tell. Smiling, the grandmother began "You must know, my children, that it waa on a day in the month of May, in the year 1813, that be came. You Lucie, and you, Pierre, and Marie were not born, only Francois and Tomas. Francois was the older not quite three years old. The mother bad gone to care for your Aunt Lucie, who was III, and I kept the bouse for your father. It was the year of the great conscription, when the emperor took all the men to fight, not only the strong ones, but the boys, and the old and Infirm, If they might but drag themselves at the tall of a regiment. So the few men who were not under tbe flag were sorely needed by their families, for It was necessary, It the women and children were not to starve, that some Bhould stay to work la tbe fluids. Your father was of tbe few who had escaped in our village of Vieques. : "One morning a man appeared in the village and said that Napoleon would pass this way within a few hours. "Outside I heard the neighbors call log tbe same two words 'Napoleon comes' one called It to another. If the trumpet of the angel sounded the end of the world, they could not have had more fear. Then your father - kissed me, and kneeled and held you. Francois, and Tomas, In bis arms, and I saw tears, but he was brave but yea. 'Courage, little mother,' he said, 'for me and for the babies. Courage.' "And at that your father, who was my little lad once, you know, my dears, had gone, and I stood with an ache where my heart should have been, and for a moment 1 was stupid and could Dot think. , "As I stood so, like a blow there was a rush of galloping borees In a shower of noise down the street, and my heart stopped, for the horses drew up at this bouse. So that I was still In Vie middle of the floor when tbe door opened. "It opened, that door there, and against the light I saw men crowding In the entry. They wore uniforms of bright colors, and swords hung at their sides, and on their heads were hate with trimmings of gold. Then I saw Napoleon. With a step toward me he spoke In a kind voice, half smiling, v " 'Madame,' be said, 'will you let us use this room and this table for an hour? You shall not be disturbed in your work.' j "I made my courtesy to these great gentlemen as I had been taught, and I found myself 6aylng quite easily to his majesty the emperor, as easily as If I talked to Monsieur le Cure, to whom ,1 was accustomed, that he was wel come; that I would serve him gladly If he wished to command mo. And thon I left them. I. went Into the jWtchen and began to get dinner, but I was so dazed that I could not seem vto make the soup as usual When, 'suddenly, I heard a child cry, and with ;)no thought then but of my babies, I .'How to the door of the great room and 'stood looking, for I could not pass the sentinel. i "Among the ofllcers In their uni forms there lay on the floor little Fran cois in hie night dress, and all the of tflcers looked at him and laughed. The child, sleeping In the farther room. had waked at tho voices and had Jcllmbed down from his crib and tod dled out to see. Tbe glitter of the uni forms must have pleased him. and as they all bent over the Doners on the table he had pulled at the sword of wiium i unerwara Knew to be the great Marshal Ney. He wore a dark coat all heavy with gold lace, my chil dren, and white pantaloons and high fshlnlng black boots, and across his ureaet n scarlet ribbon. He sat next the emperor. The marshal, turning sharply at the tug, knocked the little ono over. It was then Francois cried out "Napoleon hlmBelf who spoke as I peered under the sentinel's arm. He shook his finger at his officer. "'Marshal, Marshal,' ho criod, 'are you not too quick to overthrow so young a soldier, so full of love for arms?' "The emperor seemed to Joko, for he laughed a little, yet there wn n sound In his voice as if some part was jHorioue. He turned sharply to the I mayr- 'What is the child's name'?' 5 "The mavor vm nni rrioni am knew the babies. 'Francois Beaupre, slrjV he answered tremblingly. vt'The emperor 8ave a short nod, Make him kneel,' he said. 'Marshal, )our sword.' "It wne still for a moment, and all he ofllcers Btood up silent, and then 16 emperor took thn mnrnhnl'i urnrrt I and struck the baby's shoulder a light 5 blow wlih the flat of It. I 'Rise Chevalier Francois Beaupre.' j" sald dearly, and in the pause he C ' wlth a Iook ,n hl8 eye8 aa lf ,e ga!Ied forward: 'Some day, per i a marshal of Franca under an- ouer Bonaparte.'" CHAPTER II. Tk. fit- q on anger. I ot isC artcrDoon ,n Ju,y ,D tha year iand n """" oeing ten yeare oia Hue , dreamer. came alone through 'Iom !1 ttnd sat down wltn hls Bhor' fnrt..J :a.nBlln8 over an ancient wall, iaui?! 8et Bhcer a0WI. He sat there, f 9 cmfortable and secure, and kicked his heels, and thought of his brilliant future, and also of the story of the great dog and tbe treasure. The tradition ran that ages back, in the time of Caesar, fifty years after Christ, a Roman governor In this Gallic prov ince had built a formidaLle cuotle on this hill outside the village. Tbe castle had great granaries to told the grain which the governor tortured from tho peasants and sent to Itomo to sell. So he grew rich by oppression, and the gold wring from the people he piled In cellars deep in his castle. When it came to he a great amount he sent far to the north and got a huge dog, and this dog he trained to a terrible fierce ness, so that anyone coming near In the long underground' corridors where he guarded the treasure was sure to be torn In pieces, except always the governor. For years things went on In this way, the governor grinding tho peas ants, and the giant dog guarding him and his treasure, till at last there came a thunderbolt the governor was sent for to come to Home to give an ac count of the riches which he had kept from the emperor. He had to go, but he left the dog In charge, and the night after he was gone the peasantry gath ered and set fire to the chateau and burned It to the ground, and the dog and the treasure were burled In It, and there they are to this day. The peoplo of Vieques believe that If a man will go to dig that treasure and will stay till midnight, that at twelve exactly a colossal dog will rise from the ruined stones and come, breathing flames; in his mouth will be the key of the treasure-vault, and back of him will stand the ghost of the Roman gov ernor wrapped In white, his face cov ered. And If the man will be bold enough to take tbe key from the flam ing mouth, then dog and governor will vanish in a clap of thunder, and In front of the daring one will rise the door of the treasure-vault, and ho may turn the key and go in and help him self. Francois considered, and, feeling no fear In his eoul, decided that he was the man destined to take the key out of the dog's mouth and get tho treas ure, which he would at once transfer Intact to his mother. He had no need for treasure; thero were things more Important. It was for him to become a marshal of France. Napoleon had said so; It must be so; but be should Hke, on the way to this goal, to face the dog and take the key and give bis mother tbe treasure. In the gaiety of the thought, and feeling both ambitious all but accom pllehed by this decision, be lifted him self on tbe palms of his hands and kicked out lightly over the abyss. As he kicked there was a sudden strong grip on his shoulder; he was Jerked backward and rolled on the grass. Are you tired of life at this age then?" a strident voice demanded, and Francois lay on his back and regarded, wondering, at ease, the bronzed lined face of a big man standing over him. Francois smiled; then laughed with assurance of the othor's friendliness up Into the strange man's face. He got to his feet and stood. "No, m'sleur," he said politely. "I was only pleased at thinking what I am going to be some day." Ah! Is It permitted to ask wh.it magnificence It is that you are to be?" "Cortalnly it Is permitted, m'sleur," Francois answered In his courageous. courteous way. "I shall one day be a marshal of France under another Bonaparte.' " The stranger watched him, aston ished, and thon he laid bis hand on the slim Bhoulder In Its homespun blouse, and his grave voice was gcntlo. "My child, be careful how you say words Rise, Chevalier Francois Beaupre I" like those; you may get your father Into trouble. It is a good belief to keep in one's heart, and you and I may yet shout 'Vive l'Empereur' for a Na poleon again. Yes, who knows? But I must go on. Good day, my friend, the marshal." CHAPTER III. Without Fear. The gilder was at work gilding the great ball on top of tbe church steeple. Every twenty years this had to be done, and It was an event In the vil lage. Moreover, It was dangerous, and, like all dangers, fascinating. The boys of Vieques stood In groups In the streot with their hends bent back, watching tbe tiny figure of a man that crept up an Invisible ladder far In the air, lashed to the side of the steeple. Up and up It went, like a fly, crawling on the flecbe, and there was sinking focllng in each boy's Btom- ach which was delightful, to think how at any moment that creeping black pot which was the gilder might tall down, down, and be dashed to pieces. Achllle Dufour Buggested, "Even Francois would not dare climb that ladder to tbe ball. Dare you?" Tbe great brown eyes of Francois turned about the group; the boys wait ed eagerly for his answer. It was al ways this one who led Into the dan gerous pluces; always this one who went a bit further when the 'others' courage failed. "I dare," said Francois. Then the dnrk heads cume together In an un easy mass, and there was whispering. At the dinner-hour that day several mothers of the village remarked that their small luds were restless, not In tent as usual on the black bread and the soup of chopped vegetables and the green beans all anxious to finish and get away. Only the mother of Francole, however, reasoned from this that mischief was brewing. When the slim, wiry, little figure slipped from the table and out through the open door, she roso and followed and stood In tho great entry watching him race across tho field toward the church. He veered but once In his straight path to turn to the Prtlpoteaux cottage, where tho glider lodged while In Vie ques. "How soon will one bo at work up there again?" he asked through the window of Auguste Phllpoteaux sit ting at his dinner, and the man an swered good-naturedly: "It may be In half an hour, my boy, Not sooner." And Francois raced on. By this time a boy here and a boy there had stolen from their dinner tables and were gathering In groups down tbe street, but the elders paid no attention. Francois disappeared In to the church; the boys began to grow brea'hless. "It will take some minutes for the stairs," one said, and they waited. Two minutes, three, perhaps five; something rose out of the trapdoor leading to the platform from which the steeple sprang a figure, looking very small so far up above them. Instantly It attached Itself, like a crawling fly, to the side of tho steeple; It moved up ward. Henri Dufour, below In the street, Jumped as a hand gripped his arm. He looked up frightened at La Clnlre. "Is that my Francois?" she demand ed sternly, but the boy did not need to answer. With that, by degrees peoplo came from tho cottages as at some mysteri ous warning and stood silent, afraid to breathe, watching the little figure creeping up, up the dizzy narrowing peak of the church steeple. A rider galloped down tho road; , seeing tho groups, he pulled In his bay horse and his eyes followed the upward glance of the whole village. 'Who Is It?" he flung at the nearest knot of peasants; his voice was abrupt and .Quimandlng. The men pulled off their caps, and one answered respectfully: "It Is lit tie Francois Beaupre, my seigneur; It Is a child who has no fear; he Is al most at tbe top, but wo dread it when he descends." "Mon dleul" the man on horseback growled. "If he looks down be Is lost; the lad Is a born hero or a born luna tic." The crawling spot up there showed dark In the sunlight against the new gilding of tbe ball. It stopped; the blot was fixed for a second; another second. From the crowd roso gasps and excited broken sentences. "Ho has the vertigo! Ho Is lost!" The dark blot clung against the gild' Ing. Then suddenly It moved, began to make a slow way downward, and a long sigh, like a ripple on water, ran through the ranks of peoplo. No one spoko; all the eyes watched the little figure slip down, down tho unseen lad der In the air. At last It was at the bottom; It disappeared Into the trap door. Every one began to talk volubly at once; a woman cried for Joy, then a child spoke In a high voice. "See," she said shrilly, "tho mother of Francois goes to meet hlra!" Lo Clairo was far down the street, gliding toward that church door which was under the steeple. As she reached it the little lad came out, his face flushed, his eyes shining with ex- cltemeut and triumph. She took his band silently, hardly looking at him, and turned so, quietly, without a word of either Joy or reproof, her face im passive. She had got her boy again from the dead, it seomed to Claire, and those firot moments were beyond words or embraces. To touch his warm hand was enough, Tho man on the bay horse, trotting slowly along, saw the meeting. "It Is a woman out of the common, that one," he spoke aloud. "She rules herself and the boy." And the boy looked up as he came and smiled and tugged at his cap with the hand which his mother did not hold. "Good morning, m'sleur," he said with friendliness, and tbe rider stared. "Sucre bleu!" he flung back In bis strong sudden voice. "It Is my friend, the marshal. Was It you, then, glued up there? Yet another fashion to play with death, eh? Nom d'un chlen! You have a star of good luck you are saved for something great, It must be." "M'sleur tho Marshal," he flung at Francois. "Come and see me In the chateau." There was a clatter of galloping hoofs; tbe bay mare and her rider were far down the street. "Who Is it. my mother the fierce gentleman?" Francois asked. "You are fortunate today, Fran cols," Claire answered him. "The good God has saved your life from a very great foolishness, and alBO I think you have mada a friend. It Is tbe new seigneur." . CHAPTER IV. Coming to His Own. . Six years ago, before Waterloo, Na poleon bad given tho new chateau of Vieques and Its lands to general the Baron Gaspard Gourgaud, whom he had before thon fashioned into a very good pattern of a soldier out of mate rial left over from the old aristocracy. Vieques lay In the Valley Delesmontes "of tho mountains" a league from the little city Delesmontes, whose six thousand Inhabitants constituted It the chief city of this valley of tho Jura. Over Vieques hung the .mountain called Le Rose, behind Le Rose loomed that greater mountain called Le Ral- meu; back of Le Ralmeu rolled the Jura range. Tho Baron-General Gourgaud, taking possession of the chateau In this month of July, thought It lucky he had not seen this domain of bis before, else the vision would have turned his heart from bis duty. After a full career almost In boyhood for the Cross of tho Legion of Honor had come to him at twenty-four after service In the Spanish and Austrian campaigns and diplomatic missions; after saving the emperor's life at Moscow; after Water loo, Napoleon had chosen him as one "Come and See Me In the Chateau." of three ofllcers to go with blm to St. Helena. Tbe chnteau and estate of Vieques hnd been given to him by the emperor after that brave and lucky moment at Moscow when, tho first man to enter tho Kremlin, he bad snatched the match from a mass of gunpowder which would a moment later have blown up both officers and emperor. Ten years before he bad married; four years after that his wife had died, and the daughter she left was now a girl of seven, a fairy type of girl. "feu are perfect In every way but one, Allxe," he said, as he swung ber high to kiss her. "You are " "I know," the little girl Interrupted. comrade-llko. "I know the fault I have. I am not a boy. But I do not wish to be a boy, father. I would then grow to be a great fierce person with a mus tache like you. Imagine me, father, with a mustache," and tho two laughed together. "Father, father!" Allxe dashed Into the library. "Thoro Is a queer, little, vlllago boy but a good boy, fathor. He has brought you a bunch of lettuce such white fat lettuce! Will you see him? He Is a very good boy." "Allxe, you are impayable," the gen eral groaned. "I am your plaything! Yes, send for all the village that will help me with my writing." Allxo, Ignoring sarcasm, had flown. In a minute she was back and led by tho hand Francois. "Ah!" the general greeted him stern ly. "My friend, the marshal! You have already begun the attack on my chnuteau, It seems?" "No, my seigneur," tho boy an swered gravely. "Not yet. I bring you some salade as a present. It Is from my mother's garden. I chose the best." "I thank you," said the general with seriousness. "I am not sure If your mother will thank you equally. It is a good present." Francois was gratified. Le Clalrr had this morning sent him to tho gar dens with a wide margin of time, and the Inspiration had come as he looked down the gleaming row of white let tuce that ho would take a tribute and make tho visit which tbe seigneur had asked him to make. General Gourgaud brought down his fist on a table so that It rattled and Francois started but not Allxe. "Sabre de bols!" he threw at the two children. "You have ruined my morning between you. I meant to fin ish those cursed chapters this morn ing. But let them wait Having the honor to receive a visit from an officer of high rank, the least I can do Is to entertain blm. What amusement do you prefer, M'sleur the Marshal? I am at your service." It was natural to Francois to believe every one kindly; he accepted with simplicity, if with slight surprise, the general's speech. The seigneur has fought battles un der the great emperor himself?" the boy asked In an awed tonn. "Yes," came tbe abrupt answer. "Think!" whispered the French boy. To have fought under the emperor!" And the old soldier's heart thrilled suddenly. The child went on. "If the seigneur would tell me a story of one fight of Just one!" Ratlsbon, Ratlsbon!" clamored Allxe, and Blie scrambled over tho arm of his chair to her father's knee and her hand went around his neck. "Tell about Ratlsbon and the ditch and the ladders, father." "Haiti" ordered the general. "I have not a week to talk. But I will tell about Ratlsbon lf you wish." The deep voice stopped, then went on agalu. "The Austrlans held Ratls bon and the brldgo acrosB tho Danubo river. The emperor wished to take )) the town and that brldgo. Marshal Lannes was ordered to do It You see, my children, the walls were very old but filled with Austrian artillery, and there was Infantry on the parapets. An old ditch lay under tbe walls, a large ditch, dry, but twenty feet high and fifty feet wide. AH tbe bottom of It was a vegetable garden. To take that town it was necessary to go down Into that ditch and climb up again to the walls, and all the time one would be under firo from tbo Austrlans on the walls do you understand that. children? Very well. Twice the mar shal asked for fifty volunteers to take the ladders and place them In the ditch. Twice ono hundred men sprang forward, and It was necessary to choose the fifty. Twice they dashed out, carrying the ladders, from behind tbe great stone barn which had coh ered them, and each time the detail was wled out fifty men wiped out. It was like that, my children, the fight at Ratlsbon." "The emperor!" Francois breathed "the emperor was there!" Probably nothing, which had not to do with his daughter, could have touched General Gourgaud as did that trlbuto. "Saprlstl!" he growled. "The arm of the little corporal reachos a long way. The child has not even seen him, and volla, he loves him." The child's face flushed. "But yes. my seigneur," Francois spoke quickly. "But yes. I have Been the emperor " "You have seen Napoleon?" The general was surprised. "How Is that?" In a boyish fashion, In bomely lan guage of his class, yet with that dra matic Instinct which Is characteristic ally French, Francois told his tale as his grandmother bad told it to him and to his brothers and sisters the tale which the children called "Napoleon Comes." Tho general listened with a slncero Interest "My boy," he addressed the lad. "I do not know the law I am a soldier. Yet by my Idea you are chevalier, ire ated so by tbe act of tho most power ful monarch who ever ruled France by our Emperor Napoleon. Tbe time may come when, as the emperor said, you may be a marshal of France under another Bonaparte. But that Is a small thing lf tho time comes when you may help another Bonaparte to come to his right, to rulo over France It Is that of which you must think till the hour strikes, and then It Is that which you must give your life for. Little Francois, the visionary, the hero worshiper, trembled. "I will do It, my seigneur," ho said, frightened yet Inspired, lifted Into a tremendous dlx- rying atmospnere. Ana witn teat a secret which he had told no one, not even his mother, broke forth. "My seigneur, a strange thing happens sometimes I have dreams yet they are not dreams In broad daylight I see things I hear voices which are not of our village. Three times I saw a long road up a mountain, and over the mountain was a large star. I saw It three times, and once a voice said 'It Is tbe star of the Bonapartes, but also your star, Francois. Follow It" The general was a hard-headed per son for all his cult of Napoleon, and vision-seeing appeared to blm non sense. He pooh-poohed at once the Idea of a star divided between the house of Bonaparte and a small peas ant. "Your mother had bettor put a wet cloth In your cap," he advised. "Parbleu seeing stars In midday! Somo ono-Iegged old fighter has been gabbling before you about the star of the Bonapartes, and that and a touch of sunstroke In this heat. It may be, have turned you silly. Let me hear no more of stars, but keep at your lesson and learn to be " With that he was aware that the boy did not hear him. The light figure was on tiptoes the large eyes stared at tho wall, nnd tho child spoke In an uninfected voice as If something muf fled spoko through him. I see the star," he said. "I see It through a window where there are NAMES THAT DICKENS USED Carved on English Tombstones, They Recall the Works of Great Author. The happy discovery In Chalk churchyard of "tho Immortal names" of Twist, Flight and Guppy reminds mo that some years ago In Buuhlll Fields cemetery I noticed on some tombstones not far apart from one another the following names: Sarah Brass, Garland and Sophronla, all of which appear In "The Old Curiosity Shop;" Oram, the name of tho under taker In "David Copperfleld;" and Blight and George Sampson, names occurring In "Our Mutual Friend." George Sampson Is the much snub bed suitor of Bella VIlfor's sister La vinla. "Young Plight," whoBe wages were 15s a week, Is elaboratoly de scribed as being "managing clork, Junior clerk, common law clerk, con voying clerk, chancery clerk, every re finement and department of clerk, ot Mr. Mortimer Llghtwood, Solicitor." Dick Swlvellcr's "The Marchioness." whom he named "Sophronla Sphinx,' -J as being "a name euphonious and gen teel, nnd furthermore Indicative of mystery," Is known to everybody. In "Our Mutual Frlond," however, there flKuros a much less distinguished and well known Sophronla, the w lfo, name ly, of "the Eluger whiskered" and dis Iron bars. . . . Ah!" The Interjec tion was In the boy's natural accent, and he shivered violently. "Ugh!" His teeth chattered and be looked about vaguely. "It Is like an Icehouse. I do not like those dreams; they make me so cold. Seigneur, It Is lute; my moth er will not be pleased. And I must stop at the garden and pick the vege tables for supper carrots and peas. 1' must hurry to get the peas and car rots." Llttlo Allxe, clutching her father's thumb, watched as the boy disap peared. Then, to the general's aston ishment, sho began to sob. "I I don't know," she answered his quick ques tion. "But I I think It Is because I am sorry tbe little boy was so cold." CHAPTER V. A Game of Cards. Francois Beaupre Le Francois of Vieques sober, laborious, bad In biro a certain plg-headedness, and nlso a vein of the gambler which had swollen with use; yet because It bad so far brought him only good luck the neigh bors called this good Judgment He was a dealer In working oxen; he bought and raised and sold them, and only his wife knew what chances he often took In buying young beeves. It was a simple solid form of speculation, yet It was that. On a day In September he left Vie ques early In tho morning to drive to the market In Delesmontes, a league distant, two pairs of oxen which he bad bought as calves for almost noth ing from poor stock out of a farm leagues away. Ho bad fed and trained and cared for them till now they were all well set-up and powerful and smooth-working ready to Bell for a goo4 price. At tho market he found that there were few oxen to be dis posed of, none which compared to his, and his Ideas of value went up he would get nine hundred francs for them, which delayed the Bale. So It came to be, by the time his bargain was closed, three o'clock In the afternoon, and he had had no din ner. With the cattle off his bands and the money In bis pocket he felt a sense of leisure and of wealth. Hun gry as a wolf he felt also, and he turned Into tho Inn of Delesmontes, where the sign of a huge bear, cut out of tin and painted black, swung before the door. A waitress approached him a som melllere trim In her short calico Bklrt and white apron, her hair done In the picturesque fashion of the place. Tbe girl took his order; as she turned to go a man Just coming In knocked against her, and apologizing with many words, caught sight of Francois. "Good day!" ho saluted blm heartily. "Good day. Monsieur Beaupre," and Francois, friendly always, answered "Good day," but with a reservo, for he did not recnll the man. "You don't remember me? That la natural, for we met but once. Yet I have not for gottou you. It was at the house of my couBln, Paul Nolrjean of Devllller." Now Paul Nolrjean was an old ac quaintance and a solid man, and though Beaupre did not see him often, ! living six leagues away, he respected him highly. A cousin of bis was to be considered, nnd Fraucols was embar rassed that his memory could not focus on the meeting. He tried to cover this with cordiality, and Invited the stranger to share his meal. "Not at all, not at nil," the other answered. "Yet we must have a bottle of wine together, but It shall bo my bottle." Francois objected; the man Insisted. At length: "Seo, wo will play cards for that bottle," tho unknown man sug gested, and tho cards were brought, and a'gamo of La rams euchre was In progress In two minutes. Meanwhllo the wine had come, nnd Francois, a touch more generous and moro cordial for It, was Renlnlly sorry when he won and tho stranger muBt pay. 'to nrc roNTtN't'icr reputable Mr. Lammle. Correspon dence London Times. Historic City of Kiev. KlefT or Kiev, scene of the great "ritual murder" trlul, Is the earlleBt seat of Christianity In Russia. As the most ancient capital of tho empire it bas earned Its title of mother of cities. Its far stretching monastery of Petch orskaya Lavra Is one ot the wonders of the world. Wltu many a church nnd chapel and Innumerable monkish cells "within Its hlsh wall, tha "eiiv of caves" forms a town by ltBelf. To tho catacombs cut out of tho solid rock every year como pilgrims from all over Russia to worship at the Bhrlnes of tho Balnts who came years ago from Byzantium. But Kleff Is i.o t a typically Russian city. It has lost Its early Byzantjno character without gaining the modern Russian spirit Medals for What They Don't Do. "Dear me," said the potentate, "who are those people and what Is the mean ing of their enormous badges?" "Prince," was the reply, "they are members of a temperance society and their badges signify that they never get drunk." The prince frowned. "If I wore a big badge," he said, "foi every wrong thing I don't do you couldn't see my clothes at all." Three Characters Contemplated T Meet the Requirements Of tha Various Issues Provided By the Law. Washington, D. C The system pro vided by the new currency law will re quire a new issue of paper currency. and tbe artists of the Bureau of Print ing and Engraving, where the paper money is made, are already at work preparing designs. No official ap proval has yet been given to the de signs, but the artistic merit of thoss already submitted bas been applauded by officials of the Treasury Depart niont. It will probably be a year be fore the new money will be required for circulation, and this will give ample time to the engravers to pro duos the best workmanship possible, lf the designs are early passed upon. It la probable that the designs submitted will await the return of Secretary Mo Adoo for his official sanction. The designs contemplate three char acters of paper currency the Federal reserve note which is to displace the emergency currency, the issue of which was extended a year by the new currency law; the Federal bank note, for Issue as the circulation currency of the reserve banks, as the national bank note Is now the circulation medium of national banks, and nation al bank notes to replace the circulation of national banks that do not cancel their present circulation and that take advantage of all or part of the 20-year period for the retirement of all nation al circulation. The notes are to be made In value of $5, 10, $20, $50 and upward. The three characters of paper currency ara to be similar In all respects, except that each will be distinguished for the character of currency that it is by the engraved words. Federal reserve cui" rency, Federal bank currency or na tional bank currency and other neces sary descriptive matter of slmilat character The size of the notes will follow the present standard, although it Is most probable that a later Issue will con form to the size proposed in an issue of paper currency by the last administra tion directed, and never put into cir culation, and held up by this adminis tration. The fares of the five-dollar notes, as designed, bear the portrait of Presi dent Abraham Lincoln In miniature on the rlght-hnnd side of the note. The denomination Is expressed In a large Arabic numeral, one at each of the four corners. There Is a delicate and t beautiful border around the edge of the note, leaving a wide expanse of white In the center. The back of this note boars designs illustrative of agri culture. At one end of the note is a scene depicting agricultural pursuits. At the opposite end is an allegorical group devoted to the same theme. There Is again considerable expanse of white center. Cleveland Is to be the portrait for the ten-dollar note. Manufacturing Is the theme for the back of the note, with a scene of a busy factory, and allegorical figures, following tho sama treatment, given tho back of the five dollar note. Commerce Is to be tbe themo of the twenty-dollar note, and JefTerson the portrait. Grant's por trait Is to adorn the fifty-dollar note, graver's theme for the back, with arts and sciences as the en Tbo backs of the five and ten-dollar notes, and tbo face of the five-dollar note have already been drawn, and the drawings submitted for approval. Bureau draftsmen are now working on the designs for the other denomina tions. PREACHER GETS FIVE YEARS. The Rev. Daniel Grantham Convicted Of Killing Man In Feud. Puervls, Miss. The Rev. Dan in Grantham, pastor of a Baptist church here, was found guilty of manslaughter and sentenced to five years in prison. He was convicted of killing George Burkhalter In a controversy growing out of an alleged feud between the. Grantham and Burkhalter families. ADAMS KILLED AT CARD TABLE. West Virginian Fires Fatal Shot At His Companion. Williamson, W. Va. Daniel Adams was shot dead by William Ackerman, whom he had mortally wounded in a quarrel at Matawan, near hero. The men had been playing cards. THIS CELLULOID COLLAR FATAL. Catches Fire and Kills Wearer While At Work. Hanover, N. II. A burning celluloid collar caused the death of William E. Stone, a painter, while at work in hla "hop. His clothes caught Are. Roll- "B himself quickly in a snow bank out side the door, he thought bo had ex tinguished tho flames, when a smolder ing spark caught bis celluloid collar. In a quick flash which followed Stone inhaled the flames. ' WOMAN 8HOT THROUGH WINDOW Unknawn Assailant Kills Her At Break, t fast Table. Rhea Springs, Tenn. Mrs. Hub Center was shot and killed near here by an unknown assailant, who fired a Bhotgun thrown a window while tha woman was sitting at the breakfast table in the home ot James Smith, her , uncle. Smith was wounded In the arm. Officers with bloodhounds are at tempting to trail the assailant No motive for the shooting Is known. Mrs, I Center waa Smith's houuekeepor.
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