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AST PLACE rl HQNEY- HAROLD MACGRATj Pictures CD. I RHODBfi SYNOPSIS. Eleanora de Toseana was stnRlns In Parl!. which, perhaps, accounted for Ed ward Courtlnndt's appearance there. Mul timillionaire, he wandered about where fancy dictated. He might bo In Paris one day nnd Kamchatka the next. Following the opera he goes to a cafe and Is ac costed by a pretty young woman. She Klvcs him the address of Flora Dcslxnone. vocal rival of Tocana, and Flora gives lilm the address of Eleanora. whom he Is determined to see. Courtlandt enters Kleanora's apartments. She orders him out and shoots at him. The next day I'arls Is sbocked by the mysterious dls appoarance of the prima donna. Realizing that he may be suspected of the abduc tion of Eleanora Courtlandt arranges for nn nllbl. Eleanora reappears and accuses Courtlandt of having nbducted her. Ills nllbl Is satisfactory to tho police and the charge Is dismissed. CHAPTER V Continued. "No, none at all, monsieur," quickly and decidedly. "In my opinion, then, the whole af fair is a hoax, perpetrated to vex and annoy you. The old man who em ployed the chauffeur may not have been old. I have looked upon all sides "of the affair, and it begins to look like a. practical joke, mademoiselle." "Ah! "angrily. "And am I to have no redress? Think of the misery I have one through, the suspense! My voice Is gone. I shall not be able to sing again for months. Is it your sugges tion that I drop tho investigation?" "Yes, mademoiselle, for It does not look as if -we could get anywhere with it. If you Insist, I will hold Monsieur Courtlandt; but I warn you tlie magis trate would not hesitate to dismiss the case Instantly. Monsieur Court landt arrived In Marseilles Thursday morning; ho reached Paris Friday 'morning. Since arriving In Paris he has fully accounted for his time. It Is impossible that he could have ar ranged for the abduction. Still, if you eay, 1 can hold him for entering your apartment." "That would be but a farce." Nora rose. "Monsieur, permit me to wish you good day. For my part, I shall pursue this matter to the end. I be lieve this gentleman guilty, and I shall do my best to prove it. I am a woman, and all alone. When a man has powerful friends, It is not difficult to build an alibi." "That Is a reflection upon my word, mademoiselle," quietly interposed the -minister. "Monsieur has been imposed upon," INora walked to the door. "Walt a moment, mademoiselle,'" said, the prefect. "Why do you Insist upon proeecuting him for something of -which he Is guiltless, when you could have him held for something of which '.he Is really guilty?" -"The one is trivial; the other is a serious outrage. Good morning." The , attendant closed the door behind her. "A very determined, young woman," unused the chief of police. ".Exceedingly," agreed the minister. Courtlandt got up wearily. But the chief motioned him to be reseated. "I do not say that I dare not pur sue my investigations; but now that mademoiselle Is safely returned, I pre fer not to." "May I ask who made this request?" asked Courtlandt. "Request? Yes, monsieur, It was a request not to proceed further." "From where?" "As to that, you will have to con sult the head of the state. I am not at liberty to make tho disclosure." "The minister leaned forward eager ly. "Then there is a political sido to It?" "There would be if everything had not turned out eo fortunately." "I believe I understand now' said Courtlandt, bis faco hardening. Strange, bo had not thought of it bo fore. His skepticism had blinded him to all but one angle. "Your advlco to drop the matter Is excellent" "For I presume," continued Court landt, rising, "that mademoiselle's ab-. ductor Is by this tlino safely acrosa the frontier," CHAPTER VI. Battling Jlmmle, Thoro is a .heavenly turrnce, flanked ty loaryoJous trcos, To tho left, far 2V Mm down below, is a curving, dark-shaded, turquoiso body of water called Locco; to tho right tliero Ilea tho queen of lakes, tho crown of Italy, a corn-flower snpphlro known ns Como. It Ib tho Plnco of Honeymoons, Klch lovers como nnd idlo tliero; nnd lovcra of modest moans rush up to It and down from it to catch tho next stenmur to Monngglo. Eros was not born in Greece: of nil bnrrqn mountains, un stirring, Hymettus, or Olympus, or whntovor they cnllod It in tho days oi tho Junkoting gods, is coinplotcst. No; Venus wont n-tourlug nnd abodo a while upon tills same gracious spot, ouco dear to Pliny tho youngor. Seated on one of tho rustle bonches, his white tennis shoos resting against tho lowor iron of tho railing, a llnva rlan dachol snoozing comfortably across his kneos, was a man of fifty. Ho was broad of shoulder, deop of chest nnd clean-shaven. Ho had laid aside his Fnnnmn lint, and his hair was clipped closoly, and was pleas antly and honorably sprinkled with gray. His faco was brond and tanned; the noso was tilted, and tho wldo mouth was both kindly nnd humorous. Ono knew, from the tint of his bluo eyes nnd tho quirk of his lips, that when ho spoko thore would bo n bit of brogue. Ho" was James Harrlgan, ono tlmo celcbrnted in tho ring for his gamcness, his squareness, his endur ance; "Battling JImmlo" Harrlgan, who, when he encountered his first knockout, retired from tho ring. He hnd to his credit olxty-ono battles, of which ho had easily won forty. Ho hnd been outpointed in some and had broken oven In others; but only onco had he been "railroaded into dream land," to use tho parlance of tho game. That was enough. Ho understood. Youth would be served, and ho was no longer young. He had, unliko the many in his peculiar servico, lived cleanly and with wisdom and fore sight: ho hnd saved both his money and his health. Today ho was at peace with the world, with three sound appotltes the day and the wherewithal to graMfy them. Today "Battling Jlmmle" was for gotten by the public, and ho was happy in the seclusion of this forget fulness. A new and strango career had opened up before him; he was tho father of the most beautiful prima donna in the operatic world, and, dlfll cult as tho task was, he did his best to live up to IL It was bard not to offer to shako hands when ho was presented to a princess or a duchess; it was hard to remember when to chango the studs in his shirt; and a white cravat wa3 tho terror of his nights, for his fingers, broad and stubby and powerful, had not been trained to the delicate taBk of tying a bowknot By a Judicious blow in that spot where the ribs divaricate he could right well tie his adversary into a bowknot, but. this string of whlto lawn was a most damnablo thing. Still, the puttering of tho two women, their daily concern over his deport ment, was bringing him into conform ity with social usages. On? thing he rebelled against openly, and with such firmness that tho women did not press him too strongly for fear of a general revolt. On no occasion, however im JOKE NOT ON THE PROFESSOR Class Laughed at Student's Intended Witticism Just a Few Mo ments Too Soon. Professor Williams of tho Greek de partment at tho University of Wis consin has a certain dry humor that Is sometimes the despair of his stu dents. One of his prize students who was addicted to tho uso of tho inter linear was trying to blunder through a passage of Aeschylus recently and was making a bad Job of it It be came evident after the first lino that tho young man was in deep water. Beads of perspiration dampened his forehead as ho tried to blunder through tho passage, wallowing help lessly and raising tho distress signal. Professor WHHamB showed no mercy, nor offered to throw out tho lifeline to the sinking man. Tho latter ap pealed dumbly for relief and at laBt broke down completely. "Professor," ho said, "you have missed your vocation." "Yes? And what should bavo been my vocation?" "You should have been a broncho buster." Tho professor waited untlj tho rip ple of laughter had died away. Then ho replied: "It amounts prac tically to tho sanio thing. I am a mulo driver." Stories Old and New, Bomo men aro born story tellers, Bomo bcJiIovo tho story tolling faculty, while others who constitute the great majority onn only H Id amaze pressive would ho wear a nllk hnt. ChrlstmaB nnd birthdays Invariably called forth tho gift of u silk hat, for tho women trusted (hat thoy could overcome resistance by persistence Ho novor said nuythhiKi but it was no ticed thnt tho hotel portor, or tho gar dener, or whntovor uiabciiIIuo head (envo his own) was uvnllnblo, enmo forth resplendent on feast days and Sundays. . Leaning back In an Iron chair, with his shoulders resting ngnlnnt the oak, was tho Barono, nltogothor ft differ ent typo. Ho was frowning over tho pages of Bagot's Italian Lakes, and ho wasn't making much bond way. Ho was Italian to tho coro, for nil that ho aped tho Eiigllsh stylo and man nor. Ho could speak tho tongue with fluency, but ho stumbled and faltdKod mlsornbly ovor tho soundloss typo. His clothes had tho Piccadilly cut and his mustache, crstwhllo waxed and militant, was cropped at tho cor ners, thoroughly insular. Ho wns thirty, and undeniably handsome Near tho fountain, on tho green, was a third man. Ho was in tho not of folding up nn easel and a camp stool. From a window In tho villa enmo a volco; only a lilt of a melody, no words, halt a dozen bars from Martha; but every delightful noto went deep Into tho thrco masculine hearts. Harrlgan smiled nnd patted the dog. Tho Italian scowled at tho vegotablo garden directly below. Tho artist scowled at the Itnllnn. "Fritz, Fritz; here, Fritz!" Tho dog struggled In Hnrrlgnn's hands and toro himself looso. Ho went clattering ovor tha path toward tho villa nnd disappeared Into tho door way. Nothing could keep him whon that volco called. Ho was as ardent a lover as any, nnd far moro favored. "Oh, you funny llttlo dog! You merry llttlo dachel! Fritz, mustn't; lot go!" Sllenco. Tho artist know that she was cud dling the puppy to her heart, and ills own grew twisted. Ho stooped over his materials again and tied tho box to tho casol and tho stool, and shifted them under his arm. "I'll bo up after dinner, Mr. Harrl gan," ho said. "All right, Abbott." Harrlgan waved his hand pleasantly. Ho was becom ing so used to tho unvarying state ment that Abbott would bo up after dinner, that his reply was by now purely mechanical. "Sho's getting her volco back all right; eh?" "Beautifully! But I really don't think she ought to sing at the Haines' villa Sunday." "Ono song won't hurt her. Sho'a mado up her mind to sing. There's nothing for us to do but to sit tight" Tho artist took tho path that led around tho villa aud thenco down by many steps to tho village by tho wa terside, to tho cream-tinted cluster of shops and enormous hotels. Below, in tho village, a man entered tho Grand hotel. He was tall, blond, rosy-checked. Ho carried himself llko one used to military service; also, llko ono used to giving peremptory orders. Tho porter bowed, tho director bowed, and tho proprietor himself becamo a living carpenter's square, hinged. Tho ment and listen to tho man who can glibly reel them off, ono after another, as if they were all new, fresh and original. You can recognize a good story by tho number of times you meet it, for tho good story is picked up and repeated, interchanged, en larged, Improvised and spread, until It Is liable to reappear, as natural, or in dlsguiso, at tho four corners of the earth, and at widely separated periods of time. That's what makes the modern story teller such a delight because until ho finishes you cannot know whether you are about to meet an old friend or bo Initiated Into novel mysterioB. Tho redeeming fea ture of it is that every year anothor crop of listeners growB to maturity for whom tho old ones are always now, and who, in consequence, must bo tho perpetual inspiration and tho liv ing encouragement to the story teller. Kept Alive by Electricity. Tho attention of surgeons at tho General hospital, Birmingham, Eng. land, has been occupied by tho most remarkablo caso of a lad eleven years of age. Ho was admitted to tho Insti tution suffering from a tumor on tho brain, tho removal of which necessi tated a most serious operation. Whllo tho surgeons wero at work tho patient stopped breathing and arti ficial respiration was resorted to. Dur ing tho courso of tho operation a largo portion of tho skull was removed, and whon tho prosuuro from tho brnln was lightened tho lad began to breathe again. An electric hnttory was ap plied to tho cheat, and tho muscles be ing thuH affected tho breuthlng motion produced proved sufficient to keep the lud jilivo, portor mul tho director mcognUod ft personage; tho proprietor recognized tha mini. It wan of no consoqUunco thnt tho now -arrival called hltuielf Herr Itouon. Ho was assigned to n sulto of rooms, nnd on raturnlnr to tho bureau, tho proprietor squinted hla oyoB abstractedly. Ho know oVcry woman of Importnuco nt that tlmo re siding on tho Point Certainly It could bo uono of thoao. lllminull He struck his hands together. Ho that was It: tho singer. Ho recnllod tho hints tu cortnln nowspapor paragraphs, tho llt tlo tales with tho nnmun left to tho Imagination. So thnt wan It? What n woman I Men lookod at her and wont mnd. And 'not bo long ago ono hnd nbducted her In I'nrls. Tho proprietor throw up his hnnds In de spair. What was going to happen to "I Am a Prince," He 8ald Proudly. the peaco of this bucolic spot? The youth permitted nothing to stand In his way, and tho singer's father was a retired tighter with boxing gloves! In the ballroom that evening that little son of Satan called mallco-nforo-thought took possession of Nora; and thoro was havoc. If a certain Amur lean countess had not patronized her; If certain lorgnettes (Implements of torturo used by said son of Satan) had not been leveled in her direction; If certain fnus had not boon suggestively spread between pairs of feminine heads, Nora would hnvo been as harmless as a playful kitten. From door to door of tho ballroom her mother fluttered llko n hen with a duckling. Even Colesto was dis turbed, for sho saw that Nora's con duct was not duo to any light-hearted fun. Thcro was something blttor and ironic cloaked by thoso smiles, Uiat tlnklo of laughter. In fact, Nora from Tuscany flirted outrageously. Tho uuruno sulked and toro nt his mus tache Ho committed any number of murders, by oyo and by wish. Whon his tlmo camo to danco with tho mischief-maker, ho whirled her around savagely, and never Bald a word; and onco dono with, ho sternly returned her to her mother, which ho doomed the wisest courso to pursuo. "Nora, you aro behaving abomin ably!' whispered her mother, palo with Indignation. "Well, I am having a good time . . . Your danco? Thank you." And a tender young American led her through tho mazes of tho waltz, as some poet who know what ho was about phrased It, By way of parenthesis: Herr Rosen marched up tho hill and down again, something after tho manner of a cer tain warrior king celebrated In vorso. Tho object of his visit had gono to tho ball at Cadcnabbla. At tho hotel ho demandod a motor-boat Thoro was nono to be had. In, a furious stato of mind ho engaged two oarsmon to row him across tho lake. And so It camo to pass that when Nora, suddenly grown weary of tho play, full of bitterness and dlstasto, hating herself and every ono olso in the world, stole out to tho quay to communo with tho moon, sho saw him Jump from tho boat to tho landing, scorning the steps. Instantly sho drew her laco mantlo closely about her faco. It was useless. In the man tho hunt er's instinct was much too keen. "So I have found you!" "Ono would say that I had been in hiding?" coldly. "From mo, always, I havo loft ev erything duty, obligations to Book you," "From any other man thnt might bo a compliment." "I am a prince," ho said proudly. Sho faced him with that quick reso lution, thnt swift forming of purposo, which has mado tho Irish no difficult In argument and persuasion. "Will you marry mo7 Will you make mo your wlfo logally7 Hofore nil the world? Will you surrender, for tho SAko of this lovo you profess, your right to a groat Inheritance? Will you risk tho nnfor and tho Iron hand of your father for my twlio7" "Horr Ooltl I nm mud!" He coy. orcd Ju oyci, cro m coN'ri.vuKi?- in It's a Very Good Idea to lielp your poor, tired Stomach, lazy liver or clogged bowols back to health and strength, but the longer you delay the harder it is going to be. To. day you should start taking HOSTETTER'S Stomach Bitters nit bus holpod thousands of others will holpyou ME3BNE Somebody toot His Job, In a buHltioiin mon'H club In u wont om town thoro sprang up two fnc tlotiB, ono of which criticized tho stow nrd bocniiHO lin did not provldo tho members with good tnonln nnd ono which defended lilm hotly. Tho dispute got fiercer nnd fiercer. Half tha club wanted to flro tho stew ard nt onco; the other half said ho was efficient. Then, without warning, tho stownrd himself decided the momentous ques tion. Ono day nt lunch tlmo n mem ber of tho club asked u waiter: "Whero'a tho steward?" "Ho nln't here," replied tho waiter. "Ho said ho was going down lha utroot to get something good to cat" Popu lar Magazine. W. Cnmoron Forbes, formor gover nor general of tho Philippine will hoad a bird collecting expedition In Contra! nnd South America for Har vard university. Suez cnnnl authorities announce thnt tho maximum draft of water au thorized has been Increased by ono root, making It 29 foot Six years ago tho depth wan increased to 28 feet. In 1913 American HbrurioH received glftu aggregating $-1,1100,000 In cashi English paint manufacturers havo found oil mado from socdH of Brazil Inn rubber trees nn un acceptable sub lUltutu for Unseed oil. Export havo figured that Ecuador, by the application of scientific meth ods, could Increase I in present agri cultural yield by 1P0 per cent. Inscctn do not attack tho Himalaya cedar. It Is titrong, elastic, nnd tho average weight Is only ubout 35 pounds to tho cubic fool. Tho verdict of n Jury In u criminal enso In Arkansas hun boon set nsldo because tho Jury consumed nliio quarts of whisky In reaching n coiiv elusion. THOUGHT SHE COULD NOT LIVE Restored to Health by Lydiq E. Pinkham's Vegetable Compound. Unlonvllle, Mo. "I nulTorcd from o fernnlo troublo nnd I got so weak that I could hardly walk ncross tho floorwlth out holding on to something. I hud nervous spoils nnd my flngcra would cramp nnd my fnco would draw, and I could not speak, nor sleep to do any good, hnd no nppotito.nnd ovoryono thought I would not llvn Somo ono ndvlBcd mo to tako Lydia E. Pinkham's Vegotablo Compound. I hnd taken so much medicine nnd my doctor said ho could do mo no good so I told my husband ho might get mo a bottlo and I would try it By tho tlmo I hnd taken it I felt hotter. I continued itauao.nnd now I nm well nnd strong. "I hnvo nlwnya recommended your mcdlcino over alnco I woa so wonder fully honefltted by It nnd I hope this letter will bo tho menus of saving somo other poor woman from suffering," Mrs. Maiitha Skavey, Box 1144, Unlonvllle, Missouri. Tho rankers of Lydln E. Pinkhnm's Vegotablo Compound havo thousands of such letters us that nlwvo thoy tell tho truth, olso thoy could not havo been obtained or lovo or money. This med icine Is no stranger it Iiub stood tha test for yours. If thorn nro any cornpllcHllons yon (In not unilnrHlfliiil irrltii to IyiIIh v.. I'liikhnm Wcillclno Co, (niiifliieiitliil) lynn,MHHK, Your Icllor will Jin iinicd, ri HiJ hmiI Hinwurcd by h wuhium mid belli lu ulrlcl coHildmcc i s