THE FULTON COUNTY NEWS, McOONNELLSBURO, PA. MRYmtMOW 5HIPMAN ANDREWS w ILLUSTRATIONS I1LSVDRTH YOUNG-" COFrMCHTn2 BY CO. 8YNOPSIS. Franeola Heaupro. a peasant baba of three yturs, uflor an amuBlng Incident In which Minimal New figure, la made a OhevHllur of France by the Emperor Na poleon, who prupheBlud that the boy might one day be a marahal of France under another Hunaparta. At the age of ten Franco! vtulm Uonoral Huron uai pard Uourguud, who with Allxe, hi evnn-yeur-old daughter, Uvea at the Chateau. A loldler of the Umpire under Mapoloon he tire the boy linaginauon with atorlea of hi cainpuign. The gun erat ofT.ni Franco! a homo at the Cha teau. The boy retime to leave hi pa rent, but In the end become a copylat tor the general and Inurna of the friend ship between the general and Marqui Zannl. who cinuDulunnd wit 1 the general under Napoleon. M.iryuls Zappl and hi eon. Plnn. arrive at Uie Chateau. The general aurora to care for the llarqul on whlln the fnrmar for to America. The Miirqul before leaving for America aiiked Fruruol to be a friend or ma . The boy solemnly promlm. Francois goe to the Chateau to live. Marquis Kappl die leaving l'lotro a a ward of the general. Allxe, Metro and Francol meet u Btrange boy who prove to be Prtnre Lnul Napoleon. Francol ave hi life. The general discover Francol love Allxe, and extract a promise from him thnt he will not Interfere between the eTlrl and J'lotro. Franco! goe to ltaiy ,T.if;irv to Plntri. Uueen Hortenie nlan the escuDo of T on Loul Na poleon by dixtfiilnlng him and Marqul Zappl a her lackey. Francol tuke Kturquis Zappl' place, who Ih 111, In the eaoape of llortenxe And Ixnila. Dresm'd a LnuiH'i brother Franco! lure the Auatrluiis from the hotel allowing the prince und his' mother to eacnpn. Frnn col la a primmer of tho Atmtrlans for five yearn in tho cimtlo owned by l'letro In Italy, lie dlnrnver In hi guard one of Matron olil fnmily servunt. CHAPTER XIV. Continued. A person of more Importance than Battleta had fallen under the spell of Francois' personality. The governor himself hud been attracted by the young Frenchman. Tho governor, Count von Cersdorf, was a vain, dls contented, brilliant Austrian, at odds with tho world because be bad not risen further In It. lie was without society In this mountain fortress of his, and longed for It; he had a fine voice and no one to sing to; he liked to talk and had no one to talk to. Francois, with ble ready friendliness, with bis gift of finding good In every one. with his winning manner and simplicity which had the ease of so phlstlcatlon, was a treasure-trove of amusement to the bored Austrian. Things stood so with the prisoner at the time of his discovery of the Identity of his Jailer and of hie Jail The governor at that time was away on a visit to Vienna, looking for a pro motion; he came back elated and good humored In tho prospect of a change within the year. But the heart of Francois sank as ho thought uhat the change might mean to him. " 'Sonio day a marshal of France un der another Honaparte, " bo Bald to himself one day, staring through tho bars at his window he called the sky so.: He smiled. "But that is nothing To help place my prince on ihe throne of Franco thnt Is my work--my life.' lie talked aloud at times, a prison era como to do. lie went cn thou, in low voice. "If there were good falrlt-s. If I had three wishes: Allxe tho p.iuce made emperor Francois Iteaupre, a. marshal of Franco." He laughed hnppjly. "It Is ' child's play. Nothing nutters ex cept that my life shall do Its work. Even that Is so small; bus I have a great desire to do that. I believe I shall do that I know it" And he fell to work on a book which bis was plan ning, chapter by chapter, la his brain. Iiut, If ho were to escape ever, the chance was Increased Infinitely by the going back and forth to the governor's room. A new governor might keep blni shut up absolutely. It bad been so" while the count was awayf then he had been III, and the lieutenant In command would not let a doctor see Win till he became delirious; that was the ordinary treatment of prisoners. Francois, thinking over these, things oa a day, fell with a sudden accent 04 tho steady push of his longing for freedom, tho conviction that he must I It Wa Whispered Quickly. f free before tho count loft, else op- wtunity sad forco for tho effort Quid both bo gone forever. And on l day Batista brought in his mid V moal Mth ft ,ook ftnd a manner Francois remarked. Jtiy ls lt- Ilttttlta7" bo asked ?he man answered not a word, but f ,d ,anl opened tho door rapidly looked out. "I thought I had left wator-pitcuer. Ah, here it 1b I Mtupld, l;e spoke aloud. And then, or on lip dramatically, he bent over Sim8, ian- "M Bon the little 'a,ha bad letter. The young w wtehis him to come to him In wPered quickly, and Bat w stood erect i siL8101'8 ,ood wlu et old if irvr not eat h pe :' 1 00 not like to carry good Itn l , ,-" uu uu uoi appro t0 1 Shall hrln i. , rrancota, hardly hearing the surlx tones, had his hand on Battlsta' arm, was whispering back eagerly. "Where does he go. In France T" "To Vieques," tho low answer came, Francois sank back, tortured. Going to Vieques, tho little Battlsta From CaBtlefortel And e, Francois must stay here In prlsonl His soul was wrung with a sudden wlM home' sickness. He wanted to see Alixo, to see his mother, to see the general; to see the peaceful little village and the stream thi.t ran through It, and the steep-arched bridge, and the poppy fields, and tho cornl The gray castle with Its red roofs, and the beech wood and the dim, blgb-wallcd library, how he wanted to see it all! How hla heart ached, madly, fiercely! This was the worst moment of all his captivity. And with that, Battlsta was over him, was murmuring words again. Something was slipped under the bedclothes. Taper pens. The slgnor will write a letter this afternoon. And tomor row little Battlsta will take It." And the heart of Francois gave sudden throb of Joy as wild as Its an gulsh. He could speak to them before he diod; It might bo they could save him. Hla hands stole to the package unaor the conrso blanket, lt seemed as If In touching it ho touched his Mother and his sweetheart and his borne. CHAPTER XV. Good News. In the garden of the chauteau of Mcques, where the stiff, gray stone vases spilled again their heart's blood of scnrlet and etching of vines; where tno two stately lines of them led down to the sundial and the round lawn on one of the griffin-supported Btone seats Allxe and l'letro sat where Allxe and trancols had sat five years before. As they sat In the garden, they had been going over tho pros and cons of hit life or death for the thmiK.-imltli iiiiiu. netro s quiet gray eyes were sad as he looked away from Allxe and across the lawn to tho beech wood. Ood knows I would give my lifa quickly if I could see him coming through the trees there, as we used to seo him, mornings long ago, In bis patched homespun clothes." Alixo followed the glance consider ingly, as if calling up the little, brown trudging figure so well remembered. Then she tossed up her head sharply Who?' and then she laughed. "I shall be seeing visions next, like Fran cols," sho said. "I thought It was be back In tho beech wood." "I seo no one." l'letro stared. "But you have no eyes, l'letro I can always see a thing two minutes before you," Allxe threw 1 him. "There tho man." Oh," said Pietro. "Your eyes are more than natural, Alixe. You seo in to a wood; that ls uncanny. Yes, I see him now. Mon dlcu! he Is a big fellow. "A peasant from some othei vll lago," Alixe spoko cnrolessly. "I do not know him," and they went on talk Ing, as they had been doing, of Fran cols. And with that, hero wns Joan Thll- llppo Molson, forty now and fat, but still beautiful lo purple millinery, ad vancing down tho stone steps between the tall gray vases, making a sym phony of color with the rich red of tho flowers. He held a silver tray; a let ter was on It. "For mademoiselle." MudemoiHelle took it calmly and glanced at lt, and with that both the footman and the Marquis Zappl were astonished to seo her fall to shiver ing, as If In a sudden illness. She caught I'letro's arm. Tho letter was clutched In her other hand thrutst back of her. "l'letro!" "wnnt is 11, AiixeT ins voice was quiet as ever, but his band was around her shaking fingers, ami ho held them strongly. "What Is lt, Allxe?" She drew forward the other hand; the letter shook, rustled with her trembling. "It ls from Francois!' Jean 1'hllllppo Moison having stayed to listen, as he ought not, lift ed his eyes and his hands to heaven and gave thanks In a general way, volubly, unrebukod. By now the un steady fingers of Alixe had opened the paper, and her head and Flotro's wore bent over It, devouring the well-known writing. Allxe, excited, French, ex ploded Into a disjointed running com ment. "From prison our Francois dear Francois!" And then: "Five years, Pietro! Think while we have been free!" And then, with a swift clutch again at the big coat sleeve crowding against her: "Plotro! Seo, see! The date lt Is only two months ago. He was alive then; he must be alive now; ho ls! I knew lt, rictro! A woman knows more things than a man." With that she threw up her head and fixed Jean Phillippe, drinking In all this, with an unexpected stem glance. "What are you doing here, Molson? What manners are these?" Then, relapsing la a flash Into pure human trust and affection toward the anxious old servant: "My dear, old, good Molson ho ls alive Monsieur Francois ls nllve in a horrible prison In Italy! But he ls alive, Molson!" And with that, a sadden jump again Into dlgulty. "Who' brought this, Mol son?" Jean Phillippe was only too hnppy to have a hand In the Joyful excite ment "Mademoiselle, the young per son speaks little language. But he told me to say to monsieur the mar quis that he was the little Battlsta." Pietro looked up quickly. "Allxe, It Is the servant from my, old home of whom I spoke to you. I can not Imag ine how Francois got hold of him, but he chose a good messenger. May I have him brought here? He must have something to tell aa." Allxe, her letter In her hands, strug gled In her mind. Then: "The letter will keep yes, let him come, and we can read lt all tho better after for what he may tell us." So Molson, having orders to produce at once the said little Battlsta, retired, much excited, and returned shortly but not so shortly as to have omitted a fling of the great news Into the midst of the servants' hall. Ho con ducted, marching behind him, the lit tle Battlsta, an enormous young man of six feet four, erect, grave, stately. This dignified person, saluting the lady with a deep bow, dropped on one knee beforo his master, his eyes full of a worshiping Joy, and kissed his hand. Having done which, ho arose silently and stood waiting, with thoBO beaming eyes feasting on Tletro's face, but otherwise dt lorous. First the ojng marquis said some friendly words of his great pleasure In seeing his old servant and the friend of bis childhood, and the big man stood with downcast eyes, with the "You Mutt Save Him!" color flushing hie happy face. "Huttlsta," asked the marquis, Then, "how did you get tho letter which you brought mademoiselle?" "My father," answered Battlsta la conically. "How did your father get it?" "From the slgnor prisoner, my slg nor. Alixe and Pietro looked nt him at tentively, not comprehending by what means this was posslblo. Pietro, re membering the little Battista of old. vaguely remembered that he was In capable of initiative In speech. One must pump him painfully. Was your father In the prison where the slgnor Is confined?" Allxo asked. Tho Utile Battlsta turned his eyes on her a Becond, approvingly, but briefly. They went back without delay to their affair of devouring tho face of his master. But ' ho answered promptly. "Yes, slgnorlna; ho Is there always." "Always?" Pietro demanded in alarm. "Is Battista a prisoner?" "Hut no, my slgnor." "What then? Battista, try to tell us." So adjured, little Battista made a violent effort. "Ho Is one of tho Jail ers, my slgnor." "Jailers? For tho Austrlans?" The faco of the marquis took all the Joy rul light out of the face of little Bat tisto. "My slgnor," ho stammered, "It could not bo helped. Ho was there. He knew the castlo. They forced him at first, and and It came to bo so." Knew tho castle!" Pietro repeated Whnt costle?" Battlsta's eyes turned to his Mas ter's like those of a faithful dog, trust Ing but not understanding. "What caa tie, my slgnor? Cnstelforto the slg nor's own castlo what other?" A sharp exclamation from Allxe summed up everything. "Your castle Is confiscated; they two It as a prison. Fruncols Is a prisoner there, Pietro! All these years In your own home!" I never dreamed of that," Pietro spoko, thinking aloud. "Kvery other prison In Austria and Italy I have tried to find him In. I never dreamed of Castclforte." At tho end of the Interview the little Battlsta put his hynd Into his breast pocket and brought out another letter, thickly folded. Would mademoiselle have him instructed where to find tho mother of the slgnor prisoner? Ho hud promised to put this into her own hands. He muBt do It before he touched food. And Jean Phillippe Molson, who had lurked discreetly back of the nearest stone vase, not missing a syllable, was given orders, and tho huge little Bat tlsta was sent off up the stone steps botween the scarlet flowers, up tho velvet slope of lawn, In charge of the purple one. Half an hour later the general walked up from tho village, walked slowly, thoughtfully through the beech wood, hie face hardly older than when ho had come to Vieques, but Bterner nd sadder; his still soldiery gait loss buoyant than lt bad been five years ago. He saw Alixe and Pietro coming Joyfully toward blm, running light- heartedly, calling to him with excited gay voices. It stabbed the genoral's heart; a quick thought came of that other who had boen always with them, now dead or worse, of that other whom these two had forgotten. And with that they were upon him, and Allxe wa kissing him, hugging him, push ing a lettor Into his band, up his sleeve, into his face anywhere. "Father good news the boat news almost the bestl Father, be ready for the good news!" "I am ready," the general growled Impatiently. "What la this foolery? LJ 0Jr ls your news, And Alixe, shaking very much, laid her bond on his cheek and looked earnestly Into bis eyes. "Father, Francois Is alive!" For all his gruff self-control the gen eral made the letter an excuse shortly to sit down. Queer, that a man's knees should suddenly bend and give way because of a thrill of rapture In a man's psychological make-up! But the general had to sit down. And then and there all that bad been extracted from little Battlsta wns rehearsed, and tho letter read over from start to fin ish. "But he Is alive, father! Alive! That is happliicss enough to kill one. I nevor knew till now that I feared he was dead." "Allve yes! But In prison In that devil's holo of on old castle!" And Allxe looked at Pietro and laughed, but tho general paid no attention. "Ho muBt bo got out There Is no time to waste. Diablo! lie Is perishing In thnt vllo stable! What wus that the lad said about tho doctor's 'speech, that only a long sea voyage could save him? One must get him out, mon dieu, quick!" Allxe, her hand on his arm, put her head down on lt suddenly and stood tb for a moment, her face hidden. Pietro, bis hands thrust deep in his pockets, looked at tho general with wida gray eyes, considering. With that Allxo flashed up, turned ot '.ho young Italian, shaking her forefinger at him; her eyes shono blue Ore. "That is for you, Tletro. If we should loso him now. Just as wo havo found blm! Now Is the time for you to show If you can be what Is brave and strong, as Francois bus shown. It Is your castle; you must save blm." Pietro looked at tho girl, and the color crept through his checks, but he said nothing. "Allxe, my Alixe," her father put an arm around her. "One mny not de mand heroism as If lt wcro bread and butter. Plotro will not fail us." "Allxo always wished me to bo bril liant like Francois," l'letro spoke gently. "But I never could."' "Yet, Pietro, It Is Indeed yonr time," Allxe threw at him eagerly. "Francois must bo rescued or he will die." "Yes," Pietro answered quietly. "Francois muBt be rescued." He was silent a moment, an If think ing. His calm poised mind was work ing swiftly; one saw the inner action in tho clear gray eyes. Tho general and Allxe, watching him, saw It "I think I know how," ho said. CHAPTER XVI. The Stone Staircase. Battlsta's prisoner stood at the barred window high up the steep sldo of the castlo and stared out wistfully at tho receding Infinity of blucness his meadow. In the three months since his letter had gonolo France, he had grown old. Tho Juices of his youth seemed dried up; his eyes were bloodshot, his skin yellow; there was no flesh on him. Tho waiting and hoping had worn on him more than tho aend level or the hopeless years before. There was a new tenseness In tho lightly-built figure, even In the long, delicate, strong lingers. The prisoner had caught a whiff of the air of home und was choking for a full breath. "You nre not well, my friend," said tho governor. "Tho doctor must seo you." But Francois refused lightly and laughed and foil to singing an old peas' ant song of France which ho had re membered lately; he got up on the table and droned It to an imaginary fiddle which ho protended to play after tho manner of old Jacques Arne, who played for dances In Vieques. And tho governor was takou with a violent fancy for It He roared at It, and sang It over In fragments till ho had lenrned It, and then he sang It and roared again and slapped his kneo; there waB a droll comedy in Francois' rendering also, not to bo explained and the count said that Francois must como to his rooms tho next night for dinner and sing him the song again and also listen to a now one of his own. So Francois was takon down the stone staircase and conducted to the two rooms which were the governor's suite. He knew them well, for ho had tllued many titties with the count But tonight ho was left aiono a few mo ments In tho outer room, tho living room, whllo the governor was In the bedroom, and he looked about keonly with a strained attention which grew out of tho suppressed hope of escape. Who knew what bit of knowledge of tho castle might be vltul, and who knew bow soon? He noted tbo swords and pistols hanging on the wail, and marked a light saber whose scabbard was brightly polished as It the blade also were kept In good order. On tho table he saw the flint and steel with which Count von Gersdorf lighted his pipe; he stepped to the window and bent out, scanning the wall. A stone coping, wide enough for a man's foot, but little more, ran, four feet below; ten fact beyond tho window lt ended In the roof of a shed, a' sloping roof where a man could drop down, yes, or even climb up with easo. A man, that Is, who had climbed when a boy as Francois had climbed like a cat for certainty and lightness. But what then, when one was In the courtyard? It was walled about with a stone wall sixtooa feet high; these -old ancestors of Plotin, who bad built this place, had planned well to keep Pletro's friend In prison. So Francois, not hopeful of a sortie by that point, drew In his head from the opea window and took to examin ing the walls of the governor's room. There were three doors one from the hall by which he had come, one be hind which he now beard tho couut Sabro de bols! What then, you silly child?" moving Tn his bedroom, and a third, The count bad gone through this last door one night a month before, Into a dark, winding, stone staircase, and dis appeared for three minutes, and brought up a bottle of wonderful wine. "A fine stock tbey put down there tho Italians who ruled here for eight hundred-odd years," he had said. "I've lowered It a bit. A good spacious wine cellar and grand old wine. You will be the better for a little." And Francois had watched him as he put the brass key back on the chain which hung from his belt At this point of memory the bed room door opened, and the governor came out, In great good humor and ready to eat and drink as became an Austrian soldier, - The dinner was brought In, but Francois, for all his efforts to do his part, could not swal low food, or very little. The fever, the unrest burning In him, made lt Impos sible. Count Gersdorf looked at him seriously when dinner was over; as yet Francois, talking, laughing, sing ing, had eaten not over half a dozen mouthfuls. "Certuinly you are not well," he eald. "I think tho doctor should see you." And then he nodded bis head and his small eyes gleamed with a brilliant thought. "I know a medicine better than a doctor's." Ho stood up and his fingers were working at tho chain fit keys at bis belt Francois watched them and saw tho thin, old, brass key which ho slipped off. "A bottle of wine of our Italian ancestors yours and mine, Beaupro" tho count chuckled "thnt will cure you of your Ills for this evening at least." Ho slid tho key Into tho lock and said, half to himself, "My Uttlo brasB friend never leaves tho belt of Albrecht von Gers dorf except to do him a pleasuro, bless him!" And then, "Hold the candlo Beaupro well, como along down lt ran do no harm and I can't manage a light and two bottles." So Francois followed down tho twist ed, headlong, stone staircase and found himself, after rather a long descent, holding tho lamp high, gazing curious ly about tho walls of a largo stono room lined with shelves, filled with bottles. "A show, Isn't lt?" tho Count von (Sersdorf demanded. "Here, hold the light on this side," end ho went on talking. "Tho wine Is so old that I think lt must have been stocked bo fore tho time of tho last lord of the castlo." And Francois, holding tho light, re raomherlng tho Marquis Zappl, thought so too. The count pointed to a square stono In tho wall which projected slightly, very slightly. "That Is the door to a secret stock of some sort, I havo always thought." ho said. "Probably Borne wonderful old stuff saved for the coming of age of tho heir, or a great event of that sort I wish I could get at lt," and ho stared wistfully at tho massive block. 'Hut I ennnot stir It And I don't let anyone but myself down here not I." Tho count turned away nnd they mounted the two stories of nnrrow steps, for the governor's rooms were on the second floor, and tho staircase ran from It between walls, down un derground. "The old chni must hove thought a lot of their wine to hnvo the cellar connect directly with their own rooms for Battista tells mo theso were always tho rooms of tho Za of the lords of tho castle," tho governor explained. And to Francois, considering it, the fact seemed an odd one. And then the governor set to work drinking Piotro's wlno, nnd littlo thought, as bo urged It on his prisoner, how much moro right to It tho prisoner had than he. It was a wonderful old liquid. full of a 8trango dim sparkle, and of most exquisite bouquet. As ho drank It Francois silently toasted Its owner on Ills return to his own again. Ho took so littlo as to dlsgtrnt tho gov ernor, but It put fresh llfo Into him, and when at last ho could leave tho count, who was by that time more than fairly drunk, he went up to his cold prison under the roof quieter and more at peaco than ho bad been for months. CHAPTER XVII. A Loaf of Bread. The next morning Battista came In with a manner which to tho observing eye of his prisoner foretold distinctly somo event. Ho talked more than UBual, nnd more gruflly and loudly, but at last after wandering about tho room some minutes, all the time talk ing, scolding, bo swooped on Francois BOTH PERSONAL AND SOCIAL Items of More or Less Interest That Concern the Doings of the "Best Famlllei." Tho engagement Is announced of Miss Tuflio Show, daughter of Mrs. Hoalclgh Show, to Mr. William Mar tingale, Yuccless, only son of Mr. and Mrs. Worson Yucolesa. Mr. Worsen Yuceless, by the way, comes of a good old family. They havo always been fashionable. Ills uncle, Q. How-Wursen Yuceless, Is an Intellectual man, having written the society notes for a. fashion paper near ly a whole season. And his son, Mar tingale, once took a prize at a horse show. It Is rumored that Miss Tootoo Kil ling has broken her engagement to Mr. Dedlelgh Bohr. But Dedlelgh seemed quite cheerful last Saturday at his club. It Is whispered that the F. Spend- lng-Spendars are not so happy togeth er as they might be. Our readers will remember that Mrs. Spcndar was the charming Miss Freoks, a noted belle of Boston. Mr. Spendar la more than attentive to Mrs. Jimmy Over load, while Mrs. Spondar Is constantly seen with the youug duke of Borro and Keape. He comes of an ancient family. A greater part of this last season he was a visitor, at Koopon Cliffs, tho summer home of the F. Spending-Spendars. Un. Leods Thegwtg' la preparing and thrust a thick paper Into his coat and at the same Instant his heavy left hand was over Francois' mouth. "Not a word," he whispered, and then "The loaf of bread." Francois, struck dumb and blind, turned hot and cold, and his shaking hand In his coat pocket clutched the letter. But Battlsta prodded him with his hard forefinger. "Be careful," he mut tered, and then again, "The bread" with a sharp prod "The loaf of bread" and (he door bad clanged. Battlsta was gone. A strong man, who had not been shut away from life, would likely have read the letter Instantly, would In stantly have examined the long round loaf lying before blm. Francois was 111 and weak and lt was the first word for five years from his own people, which lay In his hand; he sat as If turned to stone, touching the paper as If that were enough; he sat perhaps fifteen minutes. Then suddenly a broathlessneBS camo over him that something might happen before be could read lt this writing which, whatever It should say, meant llfo and death to him. Taking enre not to rustle the paper, deaden ing tho sound under his bedclothes, he read It, kneeling by tbo bed. It was four letters from his mother and Alexo nnd the general and Pietro; but tho first three were short. He felt Indeed, reading them, that no words had been written, that only tho arms of the peoplo ho loved hud strained about blm and their faces laid against mm luvjl-ej iiT.l.t mm mm m The Count Pointed to a Square Stone In the Wall. his, nnd that bo, wordlessly, they had told him but one thing their undying love. Weuk. lonely, hla Intense tem perament stretched to the breaking Iolnt by the lust three months of fear ful hope, it was more than he could bear. Ho put the papers against his cheek and his bend dropped on the bed, and a storm of tears tore hla soul and body. Hut It was dangerous; he must not bo off his guard; he remem bered that swiftly, and with shaking fingers ho opened Pletro's letter Pletro's letter which, yellowed and faded but distinct yet, In tho small clear writing, ls guarded today with U10B0 other letters In the mahogany desk In Virginia. "My dear brother Francois." the let t?r began, and qulek tears came again at that word "brother," which said so much. ".My dear brother Francois this is not to toll you how I have searched for you ond never forgotten you. I will tell you that when I see you. This is to tell you how to get out of that house of mine which has held you as a prisoner when you ought to havo been its welcome guest When Italy Is freo we will do that over; but wo must get you free first. Francois. I am now within flvo miles of you ' Tho man on bis knees by tho prison bed gasped; tho letters staggered be fore his eyes. "I am living on a ship, nnd I will explain how I got It when I seo you, In a few days now, Francois. Kvery night for a week, beginning with tonight, there will bo a person watching fof you In niders' Hollow, from midnight 1111 uayiipnt. Alter mnt wo Bliall go away for two weeks so as to avoid giv Ing suspicion, und then reieat tho ar rangemeni again every night for a week. You do not know Riders' Hoi low, nnd lt Is unnecessary to tell you morn nhout it than that It la a lonely place hidden In trees, nnd supposed to bo haunted by ghosts of men on horse back; tho peoplo about will not go there for love or money except by broad duylight. tTO BIC CONTINUED.) y for an active social season. She Is now visiting her sister, Mrs. P. do V. Illnsee Rounders. Their charming cousin. Mrs. McKvoy Ondek, returns from liuropo Saturday on the Nausea or Is It tho Crown Prlncessen von Gotter Dumerung? Time will tell. Life. There Are Wars and Wars. As one glances over the pnges of history, one finds wurs. It Is true, which are blots upon the records of man; but ono also finds wars without which the world would have been In comparably the poorer that we could never havo done without them. And one also perceives to bis astonish ment If ho Is a "practical man," that the wars which hove been glgantlo blunders and crimes have all been wars for the attainment of practical ends, like territory, or murkets, or wealth, while the wars which the world could not have done without have all been wars for abstract prin ciples, for beliefs, for rellglonB, for mad dreams and seemingly Impossible hopes. The world could well spare the conquests of Napoleon, because the wars wore merely for Napoleon; but the world could not spare the martial conflicts surrounding and realizing the French revolution, because It was a war for those abstract and sensible absurdities. .liberty, equality and fra ternity. We could well spare the Mexican war, which was a fight for territory, but we could not at all got along without the Civil war, which was a war for man. The AtLuntie. 1 J T , m mm mm (ConJur-ted by the Nntloniit Woman's O'hrlatlan Temperance Union.) DOES MODERATE DRINKING. PAYf Answering the argument of the moderate drinker that there Is a cer tain quantity of alcohol which can be used without danger. Dr. Henry Smith Williams, the well-known In vestigator, says: "Conceivably that ls true, though It ls not proved. In any event no man can tell you what that safe quantity Is If safe quantity there be in any individual case. "But this much I predict with con fidence: Whatever the 'safe' quantity of alcohol for you to take, you will unquestionably at times exceed It. In a tolerably wide experience of men and of many nations, I have never known a habitual drinker who did not sometimes tako more alcohol than even tho most liberal scientific esti mate could claim as harmless. There fore, 1 believe you must do the same. "I am bound to believe, In the light of what science has revealed, If you, take alcohol habitually (1) that you aro tangibly threatening the physical structures of your stomach, your liver, your kidneys, your heart your blood vessels, your nerves, your brain; (2) that you aro unequivocally decreasing your capacity for work In any field, bo lt physical. Intellectual or artistic; (3) that you are In some measure lowering tho grade of your mind, dull- Ing your higher esthetic sense and taking the finer edge off your morals; (4) thnt you are distinctly lessening your chances of maintaining health and attaining longevity, and (S) thnt you nro entailing upon your descend ants yet unborn a bond of Incalculable misery. "Such, I am bound to believe, Is tho probable cost of your 'moderate' Indulgence in alcoholic beverages. Part of that cost you may pay In per 'son; tho balanco will be the heritage of future generations. As a mero business proposition, Is your glass of beer, your bottlo of wine, your high ball, or your cocktail worth the price?" OFFICIAL TEMPERANCE INSTRUC TION. The following manifesto has been Indorsed by the minister of education In Germany, and Is being sent out by tho German health office to be posted In public plneeB: Do not give your child a single drop of wine. Not a drop of beer. Not a drop of spirits. Why? Ilccnuse alcohol In every form and even In small doses injures children. How? First It checks their physical and Intellectual development. Second Consumption of spirits brings with it exhuuHtlon and causes weariness and Inattention la school ' children. Third Alcohol helps lucreuse. dis obedience to parents. Fourth It causes sleeplessness and premature nervousuess. Fifth It cnuses Infant mortality.' Sixth It weakens tho body's powers of resistance and prepares tho ground In this way for many sicknesses. Seventh It Increases tho duration of various sicknesses. Klghth It awakens thirst continu ally, und can in this way make men habitual drinkers. DRINK NOT STRENGTHENING. Intoxicating liquors can supply you with no energy, no force. They can not add to your strength. Alcohol, like whip or Bpur applied to a horse, draws strength from you, or rather out of you, but It can give you none. So far from helping you, beer, wine and spirits w(ll hinder you lu what ever work you have to do. Oilier things being equal, you will have the greatest steadiness of hand, firmness of grasp, and clearness of mind, by total nbstthenco from every kind of Intoxicating liquor. This has been my own experience, and lt has been the experience of vast numbers of men and women liv ing In 'every country, und following every kind of occupation. Alcohol has been found to reduce tho strength, and the hardest work has been best and most easily accomplished under total abstinence. Dr. N'ormnn N. Kerr. NOT ADVERTISED AS A BENEFIT. "How would you answer a man who says saloons help build up towns?" By saying It Is not true, and I chal lenge the proof. Talk Is not proof. In advertising the advantages of cities and towns, banks and all sorts of use ful business, and manufacturing en terprises, schools, churches, and rail roads nre mentioned, but saloons are never mentioned, or hinted nt. Why Is that? Exchange. OUR COMING VOTERS AND LAW MAKERS. The statesmen of tomorrow are to bo found In this year of our Lord 1913 among tho littlo folk of our own neigh borhood, of our own town or city., In that company there are boys who will some day sit in congress, occupy places In the state legislature, bo called to tho position of chief execu tive of tho state, act as mayors, or chiefs of police of our great cities. Is It not well worth our time to devote ourselves to preparing these prospeo tlva statesmen for their tasks. GOVERNMENT CONTROL. Tho Institution of slavery which was Implanted lu oar federal constitution at Its Inception was finally uprooted by the federal government. The man ufacture and salo of Intoxicating bev erages will ultimately be dealt with by the federal government In the same manner, lt Is beyond reason that our national government will continue to thwart the efforts of Its constituent states In the handling of tho liquor problem. Governor Bon Hooper ot Tennessee.
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