THE FULTON COUNTY NEWS. McCONNELLSBURG. PA. SULZER'S LEGAL FIGHT STARTED (DM Opens Proceedings to Regain Governorship. v A LJ i m 1 li.M JU iULX 8YNOP8IS. Krancoia rieaupre. a pennant bnba of three nr. ufter an amuiilnir Incident in which Marshal Ney flKures Ih mado Chevalli-r of Trance by Iho Emperor Na potwn. In eho home of tlie lull a parents in the village of Vlcquei, France, where the empi'ror had briefly atopped to hold a nounell cif war. Napoleon prophesied that the boy nilht one day be a marshal of Krance under another ltonaparte. At the H4ie of tn Krancoia tneetii a atranger who In aatonlHhed when the boy tellg him of hi ambition. Francois vlalts f'"ier' Baron iianpard Ooiirgauil, who with Alixe, Ti Ih seven-year-old daimhter. Uvea at the Chateau. A soldier of the Kmplre under Napoleon he iron the bny'a Imag ination with stonea of Ills campaigns. The gennrnl offers Francois a home at the Chateau. The boy refuse to leave his parents, but In the end beoemes a copy ist for the general and learns of the i friendship net ween tlie general ami mm- ; quls Zappl, who canipalKiied with the tjen I' cral under Napoleon. Marquis Zappl and his son, rieiro, arrlva at the Chat eau. I The general agreca to care for the Mar s' qiuVa son while the former goes to America. The Marquis before leaving for f America nsks Francois to be a friend 'Y hi son. The boy solemnly promises. I'j . j! CHAPTER IX. The Castle Children. There was a farm In the Valley I; Deleemontee Are mlle It was from K "Vieques which was a dependence of the selgneury; for centurlea the same family bad held It, and It was con sidered the richest holding for a peas ant In that part of the world. Just now the family all at once came to an end. It was necessary to find new -tenants, and the general offered the place to Le Francois and La Claire. Even In their best days they bad not been so prosperous as this would make them. But what about Fran cols? The general glowered at them from deep eyes. "There's always a screw somewhere In every good thing. This time It's the boy." . Therewas a silence. Claire trem bled. "It will go bard with the lad to j give us up," she brought out softly. "He won't give you up; I should not respect him If he gave you up," the general thundered, and the two peas ants breathed more freely. This great good fortune was not, after all, the price of their son. By degrees the three came to an understanding. A tutor was to be en gaged for the three children; Francois was to live at the castle as If It (hould be explained to him he were going away to school, and every Fri day he was to walk to the Ferme du Val the Valley Farm and stay with his people until Sunduy afternoon, f This new order of things was well settled before lx months bad passed after the going of the Marquis Zappl. And then In three or four months more something happened. Francois was alone with the general when the letter como. Ills eyes were on bis seigneur's face as he read the letterund the boy saw the blood rush through the weather-hardened skin In brown-red flood, and then fade out, leaving It gray. The boy had never seen thegeneral look so. With that, the big arms were thrown out on the table and the big grizzled bead fell ioto them. I Then he lifted his head and told tho boy bow tho friend whom be bad found lately, after eo many years of separation, had gone away not to come back In this life, and how Pietro was fatherless. Francois, holding tightly with both flBts to the general's hand, listened wide-eyed, struck to the heart. J "I3ut be had a brave Ilfo, my 'seigneur It Is the best thing that tliero Is. My mother said so. My mother told me that we nlmll emllo Inter, when we are with the good God, to think that wo ever feared aVatb on this earth. For she says one spends a long time with the good God fiter, and all one's dear friends come, nd It Is pleasant and It is for a long, Jong time, while hero It Is, after all, quite short. Is not that truo. my elgneur? My mother said It." J IHg littlo Pietro had to be told what pud happened and how the general Vas now to be a father to him as P'-st he might, and Allxe and Francois Would be his sister and brother. He look the blow dumbly and went about Pis studies next morning, but for imny days he could not play, and ny Francois could make him speak llo was handsome extraordinarily Jiandsome and a lovable good child, but slow In Initiative where Francois was ready, shy where Francois was friends with all tho world. Btcudy Soing where the peasant boy was bril liant. Between the two, of such con panting types, was an unshaken bond Jrom tho first, and at this age It fc"omed to be tho littlo peasant who Jmd everything to give. Smaller phys ically, weaker In nuiBclo than tho big ,oncd son of North Italy, ho yet took iuite naturally an attitude of protec tion nnd guldnnce, and Pietro accept ed It without hesitation. I Two years slid past noiselessly, un noticed, and It was vacation time; It as August of the year 1824. The old hatoau of Vlcques-the ruin lay Jack behind the corn flelds and smiled ?' hot sunlight. A tall lad of fourteen, another boy, lighter, quicker, darkor, and a little Kin of eleven In a short white dress, pandered through the ruins, talking j-araestly now, silent now, filling the gr m place with easy laughter again. fMixe and Francois and Plotro were .rowing up. lhB ,.norni Birpn(1v f nimbied words about kittens turning j " T- -nl8' s he looked at them. Just behind tho . .i.. emulated, "was the dog's bed- vk(. UI course, a great monsieur C. dog had hlB own bedroom je, and office, tocBnd maybe his fining-room." a.t?i the loke wa enou8k n httt ilaueht!y .f vactt"oa to set peals of t "Whr. iPP,ev laughlng "Odonly.. L,. ta hatT" e demanded. Her 1 mound, and th fiance ILLUSTRATION 6y ELLSVORTrt YOUNJ II .T .T1HTT? ATTDN.S Tj ni.SVnPTH vniTOrt of the others followed hers. A young man, a boy; was coming lightly down the slope, and something in his figure and movement made It Impossible even at a distance that It should be any one of the village. He taw them, and came forward, and his cap was off quickly as he glanced at Allxe. But with u keen look at the ti'ree, It was Francois to whom ho spoku. "Is this France?" be asked. "But yas, Monsieur," Francois an swered wondering and In a moment he wondere.1 more. Tho strange boy, his cap flung from him, dropped on his knees and kissed the grass that grew over tho Roman governor's foun dations. With that he was standing again, looking at them unnshamed from his quiet gray eyes. "It le the first time I have touched the soil of Franco slnco I was seven years old," ho stated, not as If to excuse bis act, but as If explaining something historical. And was stlenl. Tho strange boy talked very little; they could not recollect that he aBked questions, after his first startling question; yet here was Allxe, the very spirited and proud littlo Allxe, anxious to make him understand everything of their own affairs. "I am Alixe," she began and stopped short, seized with shyness. Was It courteny to explain to the young monsieur about her distin guished father? She round herself suddenly In an agony of confusion. Then the stranger mado a low bow and spoke In the gentlest friendly tones. "It Is enough. It Is a charming name. Mademoiselle Allxe. I believe I shall now think It the most charm ing name In France." "She has more of a name than that. however, Monsieur," and Francois stepped across the grass and stood by tho little girl, ber knight, unconscious of the part he played. "It Is a very grand name, the other one. For our Bcigneur, the father of Allxo, Is Mon sieur the Baron (laapard Gourgaud, a general of Napoleon himself; was In deed with tho Emperor at St. Helena." Francois had no faso modesty, no self-consciousness; he felt that he had placed Allxe's standing now In the beet light possible. The strange boy felt It, too. It seemed, for he started as Francois sppke of Napoleon; his reserved face brightened and his cap wns off and sweeping low as ho bowed again to Allxe more deeply. Francois was delighted. It was In him to en joy dramatic effect, as It Is In most Frenchmen. He faced about to Pietro. "This one, Monsieur," ho went on, much taken with himself as master of ceremonies, "Is Monsieur the Marquis Zappl of Italy. Ills father also fought for tho great captain." The quiet strange boy Interrupted swiftly. "I know," ho said. "Of the Italian corps under Prince Kugepe; also on the fluff of Lannes. I know the name well," and he bad Plctro's hand In a firm grasp and was looking Into the lad's embarrassed face with bis dreamy keen eyes. The children, surprised, were yet too young to wonder that a boy scarce ly older thun themselves should have the army of Napoleon at his Angers' ends; ho gave them no time to think about it, "One sees, without names, that you are of the noblesse," be said simply, embracing the three In his sleepy glance. He turned to Francois. "And you, Monsieur the spokesman? You are also of a great Ilonapartlst house?" Francois stood straight and slim; his well-knit young body In bis mili tary dress was carried with all the assurance of an aristocrat. He smiled his brilliant exquisite Binllo Into tho older boy's face. "Me I am a peasant," he said cheer fully. "I have no 'souse." "lie Is a peasant yes. But he Is our brother, Plctro's and mine, and no "I Am Louis Bonaparte." prlnco Is bettor than Francois not one." "Or half so good," Pietro put In with his slow tones. "You are likoly right," the stranger agreed laconically. And then without questions asked, In rapid eager eentences, the three had told him how it was; how Fran cols, refusing to leave the cottage, was yet the son of the castlo., With that they wcro talking about tlie village of Vieques, and Its antiquity, and then of the old chateau; and one told the legend of the treasure and of the guardian dog, "Just over the wall there la the opening where ho appeared to old Pierre Tremblay," Francois pointed out "I think I should like to dims the wall," the stranger said. And he did. The others watching anxiously, be crawled out on the un certain pile ten foet In air. A big stone crashed behind him; be crawled on. Then there was a hoarse rumble -Jill of loosened masonry, and down came the great blocks closo to his hands he was slipping! And, above, tbe wall swayed. Then, in the instant of time before the catastrophe, Francois had sprung like a cnt into tho center of danger and pushed tho other Iwy, vio lently reeling, across the grass out of harm's way. Allxe screamed once sharply. Fran cols lay motionless on his face nnd the great stones rained around him. It was all over in a moment; in a mo ment more a shout of Joy tobo from Pietro, for Francois lifted his head and began crawling difficultly, with I'letro's help, out of the debris. "I have to thank you for my life, Monsieur the peasant," the stranger said, and held out his hnnd. "More over, It Is seldom that a prophecy Is eo quickly fulfilled. You said a few min utes ago thnt you should one day do a thing worth while for a Bonaparte. You have done it You have saved my life." Francois' hand crept to his cap and he pulled It off and stood bareheaded. "Monsieur, who are you?" he brought out. The strange boy's vanishing smile brightened his face a second. "I am Louis Bonaparte." he raid quietly. The little court of three stood about tho young Prince, silent. And In a moment, In a few sentences, he had told them how the day before, he had been seized with a hunger for the air of France, which bo had not breathed since, as a boy of seven, his mother had e.icnped with him from Paris dur ing tht Hundred Hays. He told them how the desire to stand on French soil had possessed him, till at last ho bad run away from his tutor nnd had found the path from his exiled home, the cnstlo of Arenenberg, In tho canton of Thurgovle, In Switzerland, over the mountains Into the Jura valley. "It is Imprudent." he finished the tale calmly. "Tho government would turn on all Its big engines In an uproar to catch one schoolboy, If it was known. But I had to do It." Ho threw back his head and filled his lungs with a great breath. "The air of France," he whispered In an ecstasy. For two hours more they told sto ries nnd played games through tho sort old ruins of tho savage old strong hold, as light-heartedly, as carelessly as If thero were no wars or Intrigues or politics or plots which hnd been and were to bo closo to the lives of all of them. Till, as tho red round sun went down behind tho mountain of tho Rose, Francois' quick eye caught sight of a fluro swinging rap Idly down the mountain road where tho Prince hnd come. "But look. Louis," he called from bo hind the rock where ho was preparing, as a robber baron, to swoop down on Prince Louis convoying Alixe as an escaped nun to 'I'letro's monoutery In another comer. And the boy Prince, suddenly grave, shaded his eye with his hand and gazed up the mountain. Then his hand fell and be sighed. "Tbe adven ture is over," ho said. "I must go back to tho Prince business. It is Monsieur Lebas." Monsieur Lebas, tho tutor, arrived shortly In anything but a playful hu mor. Tho boy's mother, Queen Hor tense, was in Homo, nnd be was re sponsible; he had been frightened to the vergo of madness by the prince's escapade. The playmates were separated swiftly. Monsieur Lebas refused with something like horror the eager sug gestion that bo and his chargo should spend the night at tho chateau. The Prince must bo gotten off French ground without a moment's delay. CHAPTER X. The Promise. '"Mon Dieu!" said tho general. ' It was six years later. At the new chateau not a blado of grass seemed changed. The general stood In the midst of closo-cropped millions of blades of grilse as ho stopped short on the sloping Inwn which led down to the white stone steps which led to tho sunken garden. Allxti, in her rid ing habit, with a leather In her bat, and gauntleted gloves on her hands, wns so lovely as to be startling. She looked nt tho ground, half shy, halt laughing, and beat the grass with her rldlng-whlp. Francois wae leaning toward her and talking, and the gen eral, coming slowly down the lawn, felt a Hood of pride rise In him as he looked at this successful picture of a boy which ho hnd done so much to fashion. Tho two hnd been riding to gether, and Francois appeared, as most men do, at his bcBt In riding clothes. With that, as the general marched Blowly down the velvet elope, unseen by them, regarding them Ills girl and his boy, this happy sister nnd brother with thnt the brother lifted his sister's hand and, bending over It. kissed It slowly, in a manner unmis takably unbrothurly. "Mon Dieu!" gasped tbe general, and turned on his heel and marched back to his library. All that afternoon he stayed stut up in tho library. At dinner be was taciturn. The next morning the general sent for Francois to come to him in the library. A letter had been brought a' short time before and was lying open on the table by his hand. "Francois," began the general In his deep abrupt tones, "I am In trouble. Will you help me?" "Yes, my Seigneur," said Francois quickly. The general glared at him, frown tog. "We shall ieo," be said again, and thou suddenly as a shot from a cannon "Does Allxe love you, Fran cols?" "I I think not, my Setrneur," he answered In a low voice. "I am hurting you," the deep voice said and only one or two people in the world bad beard that voice so full of tenderness. "I am hurting my son. But listen, Francois. It was tbe dear est wish of I'letro's father it has been my dearest wish for years that Allxe and Pietro should ofle day be married. ,It Is that which would be the crown of a friendship forged in tho fires of battle-fields, tempered In tho freezing starving snow fields of Itusslu, finished I hope never finished for all eternity." Francois, his head bent, his eyes on the general's hund which held his, an swered very quietly. "I seo," ho snld. "You would not take her from Pie tro, who, I am sure, loves her?" Francois looked up sharply, but the general did not notice. He spoke slowly. "I promised I'letro's father" the boy seemed to be out of breath "to be I'letro's friend alwayB," he said. Tho general smiled then and let the Angers go, and turned to the letter on the table before, him. "Good!" he said. "You are always what I wish. Francois," and it was quite evident that tbe load was off bis mind. CHAPTER XI. , With All My 8oul. The general swung around to the lad. "Francois, this letter Is about Allxe Turned Sharply. you." Ho tnpped the rustling paper. "Pietro wants you to como to him as his secretnry." Francois' large eyes lifted to tho general's face. Inquiring, startled, childlike. "Plotro!" ho said slowly. "I hnd not thought of that." "Yet you know thnt Pietro was heart and soul In the plots of the Italian patriots?" "Yes." "But you had not thought of going to help him fight?" "No, my seigneur. I had thought only of the fight for which I must be ready here." "This Italian business will be good prncttce," said tho general, as a man of today might speak of a tonnls tour nnment, "And you and Pietro will bo enehnnted to be together again." Francois smiled, nnd something in tho smile wrung the general's heart. "Francois, you nro not going to be unhappy about littlo Allxe ?" Quickly Francois threw back, as If ho had not heard the question: "My Selgttrur, I will go to Pietro; It will be the best thing possible action and training, and good old Pietro for a comrade. My Seigneur, may I go to morrow ?" "Tomorrow!" The general was startled now. "A thousand tftundere. but you are a sudden lad! Yet It will be no harder to give you up tomorrow than it would be next month. Yes, to morrow, then, let It bo." Francois stood up, slim, young, alert and steady, yot somehow not as -the boy who had come In to tho general an hour before; more, perhaps, as a man "who had been through a battle and come out very tired, with the noise of the fighting In his ears. "I will go to the farm tonight, to my mother and my father. And this afternoon I will ride with Allxe, if you do not want me for the book, my Seigneur and If she will go. May I ask you not to toll Allxe of this to leave it to me to tell her?" "Yes," agreed the general doubt fully. "But you will be careful not to upset her, Francois?" "I will bo caroful." "And and you will do what you can to help Pietro, will you not, my son?" A quick contraction twisted Fran cois' sensitive mouth and was gone, but this tlmo tho general saw. "You may trust me, my Seigneur," the boy said, and moved to the door; hut the general called to him as his hand touched the latch. "Francois!" "Yes, my Seigneur." He faced about, steady and grave, and stood holding the door. "Francois, my son I have not hurt you vory much? You do not love Allxe deeply? Do you love her, Fran cols?" There was a shock of stillness in the old dim library. Through tho window where the children's shouts had come In ten, years before to the mar quis and the general one beard now In the quiet the sudden staccato of a late cricket. Tho general, breathing anxiously, looked at Francois,. Fran cols standing like a statue. The gen eral repeated his question Boftly, breathlessly. "Do you love her, Fran cois?" With that the great eyes blazed and the whole face of the boy lighted as if a fire had flamed inside a lantern. He threw back his head. "With all my soul," he said. "And forever." W OOPrMCHT BY HCMU. CO. . A rushing mountain stream white veiled in the falling, black-brown in tho foam-flecked pools tumbled, splashed, brawled down the mountain; tha mountain hung over, shadowy; banks of fern held the rampant brook In chains of green. Allxe and Fran colse, riding slowly in the coolness of the road below, looked up and Baw it all, fumlllar, beautiful, full of old as sociations. "Ono misses Pietro," Francois said. "Ho always wanted to ride past the 'Trou du Gouvemeur.' " A Roman legend had given this name to the deep pool of tho brook by tbe road; it was said that the cruel old governor had used It, two thousand years 'back, for drowning refractory peasants. Alixe gazed steadily at thw dark murmuring water. "Yes, one misses him. Is life like that, do you suppose, Francois? One grows up with people, and they get to bo as much a part of living as the air, or ono's hands and then, sud denly, one Is told thab they are go ing away. And that ends It. One must do without air, without hands. What a world,' Francois!" "We are not meant to like it too much, I bellove, Allxe," said Francois sunnily. "It Is Just en passant, this world, when you stop to consider. This is school, this life, I gather. My mother says It Is not vory important If ono has a good seat In the school room or a bad; if ono sits near one's playmates or Is sent to another cor ner, bo long as ono Is a good child and works heartily at one's lessons. It Is only for a day and then we go homo, where all that is made right. Not a bad idea of my mother's, la it, Allxe?" "Your mother Is a wonderful wom an," Allxo answered thoughtfully. "She IIvcb like that. She never let things trouble her, not even when your father lost everything. Did she, Fran cols?" "No," said Francois. "She Is ono of tho few peoplo who know what the real things are and live in them. It Is hard to do that. I can not. I care so bitterly for what I want. "It 1" Francois hesitated "It Is vory hard for mo to give up what I want" He stumbled over the words; his voice shook so that Allxe shifted in the Buddie and looked at him inquiringly "Allxe dear" then Francois Btopped. "You need not be afraid that I Bball have nioro than Pietro," he be gan uncertainly. "For It Is not going to be bo. Ho will have what what 1 would give my life for." Then he hurried on. "I see how it is," he eald gently, "nnd you are right to care so loyally for Pietro. Jo Is worth It And you must never care less, Allxe never forget him because he has gone away. Ho will come back." The boy spoke with effort, Blowly, but Allxo was too much occupied with her own tumultuous thoughts to notice. "He will surely come back and bo long to you more than ever. He will como back distinguished and covered with honors, perhaps, and then and then Allxe, do you eee the chestnut tree at tho corner that turns to the chateau? It Is a good bit of soft road we will race to that trees shall we? And then I will tell you something." Tho horses raced merrily; Alixe sat close to the snddlo with the light swinging seat, tho delicate hand on the bridle, which were part of her perfect horsemanship, and over and over as he watched her rldo Francois said to himself: "I will glvo my happiness for the Seigneur's I Bald It, and I will. I will bo a friend to Plotro always I Bald It. and I will." Over and over the horses' flying feet pounded out that self-commnnd, and at length the music of the multiplying hoof beats grew slower, and with tight ening rein they drew In and stopped under the big chestnut. Allxo was laughing, exhilarated, lovely. "Wasn't It a good race? Didn't OWNED BY INFAMOUS TRAITOR Wisconsin Man Has Ink Well That Ones Was the Property of Bene dict Arnold. Among the possessions of F. A. Phillips, living at Casy Bluff, Wis., Is an Inkwell, said by the owner to dato back to Revolutionary wnr tlmos. The Inkwell has been In the family since the time of the conflict of the American colonies against Great Brit ain. Mr. Phillips came Into possession of the relic in 1SG4, it having been handed down to hlra by his father, and his father got it in turn from his grandfather, who captured it among other things at a little log cabin neur WeBt Point at about the time Benedict Arnold was figuring on Belling that strategic, point to the British, but took French leave when he learned that the Colonial soldiers were after him. This ink well, it la stated by Mr. Phillips, Ib the one that furnished tbe ink for the document Arnold signed giving the British possession of West Point, and was found among other of Arnold's possessions after his baBty leave taking of the pjnee where the documents were Blgned and sealed. It Is supposed to have been mado in England and brought to this country. U is an old affair this can be seen from the fact that it is made for tbey go deliplously?" she threw at him. And then, "We will go around by the Delesmontes Road; It le only three miles farther, and it is early In tbe afternoon; there Is nothing to do." Francois spoke slowly. "I am afraid I must not, Allxe. I am going to the farm tonight." "To the farm!" Allxe looked at hlra In surprise. "But you were not to go over till tomorrow. My father and I will rldo over with you. Havo you forgotten?" "No," said FrnncolB, "I liavo not for gottenno. Indeed. But 1 am going away tomorrow, Allxo." "Going away?" Allxe turned sharp ly, and her deep bluo glunco searched bis eyes. "What do you mean, Fran cols?" And then, imperiously: "Don't tease mo, Francois! I don't like it." Francois steadied, hardened his face very carefully, and answered: "I am not teasing you, Allxe. I did not tell you before because " he stopped, for his voice was going wrong "because I thought we would have our rldo Just as usual today. I only knew about it Inyself this morning. I am going to Pietro." "Going to Pietro!" Allxe woe gasp ing painfully. "Francois It Is a Joke tell me It Is a poor Joke. Quick!" she ordered. "I won't have you play with me, torture me!" "It is not a Joke." The boy's eyes were held by a superhuman effort on tho bucklo of the bridle-rein lying on his knee. "There was a letter from Pietro this morning. Tho seigneur wishes me to go. I wish to go. I go tomorrow." "Going tomorrow!" Tho girl's voice7 was a wall. "You taken away from me!" Then In a flash: "I hate Pietro! Ho Is cruel he thlnke only of him self. Ho wants you but I want you too. How can I live without you, Francois?" Then softly, hurriedly, while tho world reeled about the boy. sitting Btatue-like In his saddle: "It is just us I said. You are as much a part of my life as the nlr I breathe and you and my father nnd Pietro say quite calmly, 'The air Is to be taken away you must do without It.' 1 can not. I will choke!" She pulled at her collar suddenly, as If tho choking were a physical present fact No slightest motion, no shnde of Inflection missed Francois; still he sat motionless, his eyes on the little brass buckle, bis Hps set In a line, without a word, without a look toward her. And suddenly Allxe, with another quick blun glance from under her long lashes Alixe, hurt reckless, desper ate, had struck her horse a eharp blow and she was In tho road before him, galloping away. Ho let her go. He snt quiet a long time. As she turned In, still gallop ing, nt tho high stone gateway of the chateau, his eyes camo back again to the little shining buckle. It seemed the only thing tangible in a dream universe of rapturo and agony. Over and over he heard the words she had said words which must mean what? Had they meant It? Had he possibly been mistaken? No the utter happi ness which como with tho memory of tho soft hurried voice must mean the truth she cared for him, and then over and over and over he said, half aloud, through bin set teeth: "I said that I would give my happi ness for my seigneur's; I said that I would be a friend to Pietro; I will." (TO BE CONTINUED.) Home, Sweet Home. A well known plnyer was talking about a brilliant but unsuccessful dis ciple of IUackstono. "His habits are to blame for his fail ure," said he. "Ono of his remarks illustrates his habits well. He said to me in tho I'nlon club: " 'There's no plnce llko home espe cially at 2 or 3 a. m., when you've ex hausted the pleasures of all the other places, and you're tired, and every thing shut up anyway.' " quills Instead of pens, ns a common pen will not enter the holes bored for dipping. It is square, with a quill hole nt each corner and a large ono in tho center for receiving tho ink. Tho well is of stone, a queer compo sition which on first sight resembles flint or marble, but on closer examina tion It Is found that It may bo cut with a knife much the same as soap stone. It Is highly polished, nicely carved and Is about three Inches squnro nnd an inch and a half deep. New York World. An Improving World. A somewhat old fashioned Bostonlan who more than a score of years ago was very prominent in publio life re marked recently: "I have observed with Interest quite a change In tho personal habits of men during the past 25 years. It used to be very common to see business and profes sional men, as well as those in public life and holding official positions, wearing silk hats and Prince Albert coats every dny in the week, and if they amoked at nil they smoked cl ears. Nowadays ellk hats are rarely Been on week duys downtown, anyway, and cigarette smoking seems to be quite the thing. I do not think the new fashion is quite so dignified or manly as the old, but on the whole I am convinced the world Is growing better all the time." TOGOTOU.S.SUPREMECOURT New York Supreme Court Orders the Comptroller Te Show Why He. Should Not Pay Impeached Official Full Salary. Albany. N. Y. William Sulzer in stituted legal proceedings before Jus tice Alden Chester, of the Supreme Court, with the purpose of regaining the governorship, from which he was removed last October. An order was lssueL by the court commanding Comptroller Sohmer to appear and show cause why a writ ot mandamus, compelling him to pny the former governor his full solary asthe occupant ot that olllce, should not be Issued. Mr. Sulzer previously had made a written demand on Mr. Sohmer fur his salary. When Attorney Carmody notified Justice Chester that he would oppos tbe granting of the writ, the court said be Intended to refuse it as a matter of law, holding that the court of impeach ment already had passed on the con tentions of Mr. Sulzer. An agreement then was made, be-, tween the Attorney General and Col. Alexander R. Bacon, counsel for Mr. Sulzer, to facilitate the determination of the questions involved by the state courts. The Appellate Division will be asked to affirm Justice Cheater's proposed order denying the granting of the writ and then the case wilt be carried to the Court of Appeals, wher a similar request will be made. Thus Mr. Sulzer will be able to file his case in the Supreme Court of the I'nlted States with little delsy, it Is believed. Doubt Is expressed, how ever. If a final derision can be obtained from the Supreme Court before the term of Governor Glynn, successor to Mr. Sulzer, shnll have expired, on De' rembnr 31, 1914. The contentions raised by Mr. Sulzer were passed on fully by the court of Impeachnjent Chief among them are that the Assembly action in impeach ing was Illegal; that the court of Im peachment was Illegally organized; that six members of the court had no right to sit. and that the acts with, which he was charged were committed before he took office. This is the first proceeding Instituted by Mr. Sulzer to test the validity of his removal from office. Tw other actions have been started by residents of New York city, but tho former gov ernor has disclaimed all connection with them. FIVE OF SIX CHILDREN PERISH. Mother Makes Desperate Attempts To Rescue Family. Ashland. Maine. Five, of the sir children of Joseph Stuart, a lumber man, were burned to death when their house at Kagle Lake was destroyed by fire. Smart was nway from home st the time. The mother, who slept on the ground floor with a daughter, made a desperate effort to save the other children, who occupied beds on the second floor. Driven from the house by the flames, Mrs. Smart climbed to the roof of a shed adjoin ing and with her bare hands broke the glass in the windows of the rooms where the other children were, but was unable to reach them. Neighbors later found her unconscious from ex posure, and Bhe will probably die. She was badly cut by glass and protected only by her night gown from a tem perature far below zero. KNEE KNOT LATEST FAD. New Fashion Introduced. By Mrs. Nicholas LongworL. Washington. Mrs. Nicholas Long worth has Introduced a new fashion fad In the knee knot which she is wearing on most of hr gowns. The knot Is copied by the leading women of the Democracy. It consists of a huge bow of ribbon with many loops which catches her draped skirt into a bunch at her left knee. Mrs. Long worth Is wearing black for her grand mother, but ber gowns are the latest fashion, smart and becoming. GEN. FELIX DIAZ FEARS ATTACK. Comes To New York From Havana. Deprecates Intervention. New York. Felix Diaz, who helped bring about the downfall of Madero, but later had to flee from Mexico for his life, arrived here from Havana. He declared that he had no intention of allying himself with Carranza and Villa and declined to discuss what plans, If any, he had for regaining the power he once had in Mexico. POISONED BY SOUSED MEAT. Nineteen Persons Under Treatment At ' Mountain Creek, Ala. Birmingham, Ala. Nineteen, per sons, declared to have been poisoned by eating "soused meat," were under the care of 'physicians at Mountain Creek, a small town near hore. Sev eral traveling salesmen, to whom the ment wns served at a hotel, are among those affected. WILL GO TO KING GEORGE. Mrs. Pankhurst To Head Deputation Of Militants. London. Mrs. Kmmellne Tankhurst. the militant suffragette leader, will personally head a deputation which the : Women's Social and Political Union. purposes to Bend to Interview King ' Oeorge. Mrs. Dacre-Fox added that Mrs. Pankhurst would be accompanied I by her bodyguard. The leader will first write a letter to King George and subsequently proceed to the place sh, has appointed to meet His Majesty, '
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