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TBS ATLANTA GEORGIAN AND NEWS.
SATURDAY, JULY 20. 199E
Why Physicians Recommend Castoria
Or - . «... . • « i-i fliminc. Patamfl.n’s Urnns
C ASTORIA has met with pronounced favor on the part of physicians,
pharmaceutical societies and medical authorities. It is used by
physicians with results most gratifying. The extended use of Cas
toria is unquestionably the result of three facts: First—'The indisputable
evidence that it is harmless: Second—'That it not only allays stomach
pains and quiets the nerves, but assimilates the food: Third—It is an
agreeable and perfect substitute for Castor Oil. It is absolutely safe. It
does not contain any Opium, Morphine, or other narcotic and does not
stupefy. It is unlike Soothing Syrups, Bateman’s Drops, Godfrey’s
Cordial, etc. This is a good deal for a Medical Journal to say. Our duty,
however, is to expose danger and record the means of advancing health.
The day for poisoning innocent children through greed or ignorance
ought to end. To pur knowledge, Castoria is a remedy which produces
composure and health, by regulating the system not by stupefying
it—and our readers are entitled to the information. Halls Journal of Health.
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The Kind You Have
Always Bought and which
has been in use for over 30
years, has borne the signa
ture of Chas. H. Fletcher,
and has been made under
his personal supervision
since its infancy. Allow
no one to deceive you in
.this. All Counterfeits, Imi
tations and “Just-as-good”
are but Experiments that
trifle with and endanger
the health of Infants and
Children—E xperience
against Experiment.
Letters from Prominent Physicians Addressed to Chas. H. Fletcher.
Dr.W. L. Leister, of Rogers, Ark.,
says: “As a practicing physician I
ueo Castoria and like it very much.”
Dr. W. T. Seeley, of Amity, N.
Y., says: “I liar, used your Castoria
for sevoral years in my practice and
hare found it a safe and reliablo
remedy.” »
Dr. Raymond Sf. Evarts, of Santa
Ynes, Cal., says: “After using
your Castoria for children for years
it annoys me greatly to have nn ig
norant druggist substitute some
thing else, especially to the patient's
disadvantage, as in this case. I en
close herewith the wrapper of the
imitation.”
Dr. R. M. Ward, of Kansas Citv,
Mo., says: “Physicians gonerally do
not prescribe proprietary prepara
tions, bat in tho caso of Castoria my
experience, like that of many other
physicians, has taught mo to mako
an exception. I prescribe your Cas
toria in my practice because I have
found it to be a thoroughly reliablo
remedy for children’s complaints.
Any physician who haB raised a
family, as I have, will join mo in
heartiest recommendation of Casto-
Dr. W. F. Wallace, of Bradford,
N. H., says: “I uso yonr Castoria in
my practice, and in my family.”
Dr. Wm. J. McOrann, of Omaha,
Neb., Bays: “As tho father of thir
teen children I oertainly know some
thing about yourgreatmedicine and
asido from my own family experi
ence, I have, in my years of practico,
found Castoria a popular and effi
cient remedy in almost every home.”
Dr. Howard James, of New York
City, says: “It is with great pleasure
that I desire to testify to the medici
nal virtuo of your Castoria. I have
used it with marked benefit in the
caso of my own daughter, and have
obtained excellent results from its
administration to other children in
my practico.”
Dr. J, R. Clausen, of Philadel
phia, Pa., says: “Tho name that
jour Castoria has made for itsolf in
tho tens of thousands of homes
blessed by tht presence of children,
scarcely need* to be supplemented by
tho endorsement of the medical pro
fession, but I, for one, most heartily
endorse it and beliove it an excel
lent remedy.”
Dr. B. Halstead Scott, of Chicago,
111., says: “I have prescribed your
Castoria often for infants during
my practice and find it very satis
factory.”
Dr. William Belmont, of Cleve
land, Ohio, says: “Your Castoria
stands first in its class. In my thirty
years of practico I can say I never
have found anything that so filled
tho place.”
Dr. R. J. Hamlcn, of Detroit,
Mioh., says: “I prescribe yonr Cas
toria extensively as I have never
found anything to equal it for chil
dren’s troubles. I urn aware that
there ano imitations in tho field,.but
I always see that my patients get
Fletcher’s."
Dr. Channing H. Cook, of Saint
Louis, Mo., says: “I have used your
Castoria for several years past in
my own family and have always
fonnd it thoroughly efficient and
nevcfr objeoted to by children, which.
is a great consideration in view of
the met that most medicines of this
character are obnoxious and there
fore difficult of administration. As
a laxative I consider it the peor of
anything that I ever prescribed.”
Dr v L. 0. Morgan, of So. Amboy,
N. J., says: “I prescribe your Casto
ria overy day for children who are
suffering from constipation, with
better effect than I receive from any
other combination of drugs.”
Dr. H. J. Taft, of Brooklyn, N.
Y., says: “I have nsed yonr Castoria
and found it an excellent remedy in
my household and private practice
for many years. Tho formula is ex
cellent.”
Dr. Wm. L. Bosserman, of Buf
falo, N. Y., says: “I am pleased to
speak a good word for your Castoria.
I think so highly of it that I not
only recommond it to others, but
have used it in my own family."
Dr. F. H. Kylo, of St. Paul,
Minn., says: “It affords me pleasure
to add my namo to the long list of
those who have used and now en
dorse your Castoria. The fuot of tho
ingredients being known through
the printing of tho formula on the
wrapper is one good and sufficient
reason for tho recommendation of'
any physician. I know of its good
qualities and recommend it cheer
fully.”
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GENUINE
CASTORIA
Bears the Signature of
PHYSICIAN
THE GHOST OF LOCHRA1N CASTLE MB DIB
A Thrilling Novel of Love, Intrigue, Tragedy and the Mystery of a Famous Diamond
By MRS. C. N. WILLIAMSON,
Author of “Tho Lightning Con
ductor, 1 ” Etc., Etc.
CHAPTER XX.
Whot tho Light 8howod.
There were two way* of reaching
the secret room In the tower. Elspeth
Dean had the beot of reason* for be
ing certain of this, but the only one to
which she had a clew was the hidden
entrance by the fireplace in her own
old quartern.
Fortunately, this was the better way
to take, as the men who were to be
trapped would almost surely have
chosen the other. Had they not in
tended to do so, they would not have
left the door of the tower room locked,
and this Klspeth knew they hud done,
as she had unfastened It. when she
made her escape.
The three men kept close at her heels,
ready to protect her if need be. as
she led them up the winding stairs,
then to the door of the tower room,
which had been hers. It was still un
locked, m she had left It, and they filed
In. noiselessly as shadows.
'The room was In durkness, save for
the pale starlight that Altered 1n at the
uncovered windows, but Elspeth knew
well where to And the place she sought,
end no light was needed yet from the
police lantenrs which the detective
carried.
There was a moment of wild sus
pense when she feared that, after all,
she had lost the secret of the spring
which opened the sliding panel. But
she touched it at last, with a thrill of
triumph, and with a faint click as tho
aole alarm, the way was open.
Now Kenrlth put the girl away, when
■he would have passed through. “You
have done enough,” he said In a whis
per, “the rest is for us.”
But she rebelled gently. **I can't leave
you,” she answered. “I daren't. I
should be more afraid here, or going
back, than with you near. Oh, I must
stay and see it through.”
It was true, as *he said. He could
not leave her behind. Who could tell
whether Trowbridge and the other were
already In the secret room, or whether
they might not see the girl outside, and
In an instant revenge themselves for
the ruin she had brought upon them?
"Follow us then,” Kenrtth said. "But
—you are to be careful, for my sake.”
Never had the girl been so happy. If
death should come to her In the next
moment, she would not have missed
that which makes life best worth liv
ing.
On the other side of the secret door
they paused listening. There was no
sound, and the detective opened his
lantern.
When Elspeth bad previously been on
the other side of the secret door she
had groped In darkness, seeing nothing.
Now, by the lantern light, she saw a
curious, narrow passage between rough
walls of stone. The passage followed
the form of the tower, and Elspeth told
herself that It probably ran all the dis
tance round between the embrasures of
the windows In the tower room. The
floor was covered with a strip of thick
carpet, evidently new, and probably
meant to deaden the sound of footfall*
In case the passage had to be used
while the tower room was occupied.
staircase was visible—that steep stair
case down which she had hurried In
fear and nameless horror but a short
time ago. it was covered with thf> same
new' carpeting a* that which protected
tho floor; a patternless green fabric,
stained with dust and mud as If with a
trace of every footstep which hod
passed up or down.
Elspeth pointed to the stairs. "It’s
up above where the dead woman lies, 1
she whispered. "But they left mo lying
here. See, there arc tho hands of stuff
that bound me, knotted still. They'll
look here when they come"—
"Hush,” murmured the detoettve,
with a Anger on hts lips, and turned
otr the light.
They were In black darkness, dark
ness w’hlch In this cold and gloomy
place seemed thick, as If it might be
felt.
Kenrlth laid his hand on the girl's
shoulder. She had been trembling
little, but at his touch her nerves grew
steady.
There was a slight sound In the dls
tnnee. A sliding door had been softly
pushed back, somewhere out of sight.
Then came a muffled sound of footsteps
on tho carpet and voices talking In
low tones together. An instant later
a yellow light quivered along the dark
wall. They were coming round with a
lantern; and Elspeth heard the same
clinking noise which had frightened
her on that first night In the tower
room.
In a moment more they would know
that they had been tricked; but the
llvht had not found the Intruders yet,
and the four who lay hid waited,
scarcely breathing.
Now' they came round the turn of
the passage, two tall, black figures,
walking one behind the other; hut the
old-fashioned lantern which, with Its
clinking chain, hung from the hand
of the foremost man, did not send Its
rays up to tlielr faces. Their features
were hidden still, as if masked by
darkness.
"We're late,” Trowbridge's voice
said, in a hushed tone, yet audible to
those Intently listening ears. "You
oughtn't to have gone so far off when
this thing had to be done still, before
dawn.”
"We've time stilt,” answered anoth
er voice, strange to Elspeth, save that
she had heard It here before; but she
felt the hand on her shoulder start
"Where was it we left her?” asked
Trowbridge. "Here, I think. Why”—
and the light touched the woollen bands
W’hlch Elspeth had thrown off. But his
sentence was never finished. The de
tective leape<} out of his hiding place
and flashed the lantern In hU eyes.
With a cry of rage and amassment
Trowbridge stepped back and stumbled
against the man behind him. , Then,
what followed came so quickly that
Elspeth had scarcely time to under
stand the meaning of what she saw.
The unknow’n man sprang back as
Trowbridge staggered away from the
light, but the full biaxe of the detec
tive's lantern was upon them both now,
sparing only the face of the unknown.
The girl distinctly saw him pull a re
volver from his. breast and aim It at
some one among their number. She
had the impression that the shot was
not fired at random, merely to Injure a
dangerous enemy and terrify the others,
but that It was meant to find and kill
one among them. So strong was this
for the mpn she loved, she tried to
throw herself in front of Kenrlth. But
the light thrown up by Trow’brldge’s
swaying lantern was not upon his face.
It was upon Captain Oxford’s, and
quickly she realized that the coming
shot w’ns meant for hlin.
With a shriek she would have warned
him of his deadly danger, but he was
saved In another way.
Trowbridge, struggling to regain his
balance, had caught his foot In the folds
of a loose-lying carpet, and falling
against the man behind him, not only
destroyed his aim, but received the bul
let In his own body.
Then, for the fraction of a second,
Elspeth caught a glimpse of that other
face. DlsguUed though they were by
fear and some other emotion more ter
rible still, she recognised the features.
They were those of the mysterious man
she had seen twice before—once re
vealed by white floods of moonlight In
the tower room; again, In a corridor
downstairs as ho had passed her. But
even as the revelation came, It was
gone. The face was withdrawn from
the light, and turning the man fled.
from the detective," said Kenrlth. "And
even If he does escape”—
"What then?”
"It will do him no good. I saw his
face," Kenrlth finished.
"And so did I,” said Elspeth,
They were the last words she spoke
in the secret passage, for Trowbridge’s
eyes, brilliant with fever In thp dull
glory of the lantern which w’as to have
lighted him to another crime. Implored
her not to delay. She went out ns she
had come. Into the tou’er room and so
downstairs, reaching the great hall in
time to hear the tall clock strike the
half hour after four, and to see the
dawn turning to Jew’els the colored
panes In the Mg stained glass window.
"The countess dead!” she kept say
ing over and over to herself, as me
chanically she went on toward the
stairs which would lead her to Hilary
Vane's room. "It w r as her face I touch
ed—that cold, cold face lying there in
the secret room; her hair that was so
wavy and soft. And—and if I hadn’t
begged him to save Lady Hilary from
her at any cost, she would be alive
I now’. How’ terrlblo—how wicked
*i must have him!" cried the detec- I is; and yet—how he loves Hilary! It
ttve, darting along the passage, hts
lantern held high; and Captain Ox
ford sprang forward to snatch up the
other lantern, w’hlch had crashed to
the floor. Disregarding the danger of
treachery, he bent over Trowbridge,
who, shot in the back, had fallen heav
ily forward on his fn*?e.
"Good heaven. I believe he’s killed!"
cried tho young man. "It’s Trow
bridge!’"
"The man who would have killed
you,” said Kenrlth. "Strange that his
last act should have been to save your
life."
The fallen man stirred and groaned.
‘Tin—done for,” he gasped, trying to
turn upon his side, and a thin stream
of blood ooslng from his lips as he
spoke. "I—don’t want to die—without
seeing—her."
Oxford would have moved him, gent
ly laying him upon his bafck, but Trow
bridge groaned in anger, as well as
pain. "No—not you, I hate you," he
said. "Let Kenrlth."
There was no need for him to finish.
The man was dying, and no matter
how vilely he had sinned, he must be
forgiven now. Kenrlth went down on
one knee, and brushing up the loose
carpet, made a kind of rough pillow
for Trowbridge’s head.
"Is it Countess Kadepolskoi you wish
to see?” he asked.
"No—she’s dead. I killed her," pant
ed the dying man. "Up there above—
she’s lying. I—did It to—save Hilary.
It’s Hilary I must see. Bring her,
someone, quickly.”
Kenrlth looked up at Elspeth. "What
Is to be done?” he asked.
"I will fetch Lady Hilary' here, I
promise,” Answered the girl.
"And the doctor," said Kenrlth.
Trowbridge heard, and lifted his hand
with a commanding gesture. "Not
now," he said. "Hilary first—the doc
tor aftewards. But what use? I know
I'll die. And I don’t w'ant to live.
I’ve—lost everything I’ve played for.
For Heaven’s sake, girl, bring Hilary
to me. If you will—l—FH tell her
things you would all give much to
know."
I'll go," repeated Elspeth. "There's
nothing to be afraid of now.”
"The other man—whoever he was,"
suggested Oxford.
for her—he said It was for her. 1
So Elspeth came to a closed door
which she knewr, and tapped once, soft
ly. Before she hod time to knock
again the door was opened, and Hilary
stood silhouetted against the half light
In the room within, her long, beauti
ful hair hanging loose over a white
dressing gown.
"You!" she exclaimed, at sight of her
friend’s pale face.
"Yes, V’ said Elspeth. "You haven’t
been asleep.”
"No. I am too unhappy to sleep. Oh,
Elspeth. I’m glad to see you. Did you
come because you felt I wanted you?
You were a dear to send my letter to
him—back; but after alt It was no use.
1 shall have to marry him."
"Dearest, he is dying," said Elspeth.
"Death and his own wickedness, have
freed you. But—he wants to see you
now; and you can’t refuse."
"Dying!" echoed the girl.
"Yes. I’ll explain on the way,
you'll come. Oh, do come, not only for
his sake, but for the sake of the man
you love. I think—he knows who Cap
tain Oxford really is. and would tell
you that, and everything If you asked
him, because he loves you so, though he
would tell no one else.”
Without another word. Hilary
stepped out to join Elspeth in the cor
ridor.
Such explanation* as could be given
In haste, Elspeth did give; but when
the two girls reached the tower, Hilary
understood very little of what had
passed. She knew that Trowbridge had
been shot In a secret place near Els-
peth's old room; that Captain Oxford
and Mr. Kenrlth were both there; that
Trowbridge was dying, and had begged
to see her; that she must try to get
him to tell her all his story before it
should be too late.
How Is he?" asked Elspeth, at the
door of the secret passage, for Kenrlth,
hearing her voice, hastened to meet her
there. "Oh, don’t say he Is dead, with
out speaking?"
"No. he is not dead." said Kenrlth,
but he can’t hold jut long. I think
he’s been shot through the lungs, and
that the case Is hopeless. Every word
he speaks gives him agony—but
A MILLIONAIRESS
She Carried His Meals But
Papa Went and
Interfered.
By RAOUL DE SAINT RENE.
Paris, July 20.—Helen Vncaresco, the bril
liant Roumanian writer, who has frequently
acted ns special correspondent to American
papers, has come to Paris to escape from
the dangers of the peasant revolt la her
country. In an Interview she said:
"These risings have been much more seri
ous thnn most people at first Imagined, and
quite by a miracle our country house, Vn-
carests, escaped being burned to the ground.
Ail night they surrounded the castle; why
they did not set Are to It I can not tell.”
Speaking of her friendship with the queen
of Houma nlA (Carmen Mylva), Mile. Vaoar-
esco said: "I have news of the queen near
ly every week—sometimes oftener, for our
beloved sovereign unfolds to me her most
secret thoughts and inspirations. She has
begged me to write her biography after her
death. Often she has told me that I alone' 1
have understood her life and her work. You
see. I have known the queen all my life, or
ns long as I remember. She, too. Is ns In
terested in tny work as 1 in hers, and has
translated many of my poems Into Ggrmnn.
"Another queen 1 am Intimate with is
Queen Alexandra, and I go to England
*ry year to see her. I have the greatest
potion for her. I was niso acquainted
with Queen Victoria, to whom I used ti* re-
cite every day. Indeed, I hove visited every
court in Europe, and the only monarch I
have never seen Is the sultan. When I was
first presented to the kaiser he tohl tne
frankly that he abhorred Intelligent wom
en."
The "Portrait of s Lady,? painted on the
Continued in Monday's Geogrlan.
summit of Mont Blanc as n studio, will be
exhibited at next year's Paris salon. Tho
artist Is M. Namur, of Paris, whose uncle,
M. Vnllot, Is the owner of the observatory
on tho summit of the "Monarch of Moun
tains."
Tho sitter Is shown wrapped In furs,
against the wonderful Alpine landscape.
This was. necessary, ns the temperature was
at times 27 degrees below zero, making
Owing to the necessary shortness of the
sittings the portrait has taken nine months
to complete.
and send Oxford, who Is w’atchlng him,
here"
A moment later the young man came.
The dawnllght was finding Its way
through the windows of the tower room
now, and putting out the stars. The
three stood close together, talking in
whispers, their faces pale and weary
In the gray dusk.
"You'll have to go and find the doc
tor, Oxford,” said Kenrlth. "It won't
do for us to let him die without one,
though I know well enough that no doc
tor can do any good, or could, ife he
had run after him at the first moment.
There’s the dead woman up above, too
—murdered by him, on his own confes
sion. That secret must be told. Mc
Gowan ought to know, will you wake
him and tell him he had better come?
Say that the mysteries w hich have been
S caling us for twenty-four hdUrs can
explained behind these walls, thanks
to Miss Dean, his secretary."
"I’ll do my best," said Oxford. "But
look here, Kenrlth, do you really think
that poor wretch In there was the fel
low who tried to do for me the other
night r
I think that he was acting for some
one else."
’Who? Your voice sounds strange
ly when you say that."
"The man our detective has gone to
find."
"Yes—but who Is that man?"
I'll keep my secret till Lady Hilary
There has just been sold at Bonervllle,
near Deauville, n little property which has
memories of the great Paris exposition of
1900. This was the Russian chalet, which
was such a favorite landmark In the great
show.
It belonged to the widow of the Emperor
Alexander III, mother of Nicholas 11, hav
ing been built for her for the exhibition of
the work of her special proteges, a colony
of young deaf mutes. At the end of the
exhibition her majesty, rather thnn take
the little chalet of ltusslnn wood back to
her own country, presented It to M. Roche
fort, the famous journalist, and it was
taken to his estate, near Deauville, where
It has now been sold.
A dispute lietweeu the young Prince
Berthler de Wa gram and n firm of Paris
picture dealers baa just reached the Paris
courts. It shows tho trend of the times we
are living In. Prince Berthler, who Is iT
lieutenant In the Fhasseurs, some mouths
ago entered Into a deed of partnership with
Messrs. Bernhelin. the picture denlcrs. ac
cording to which they were to do business
together at the latter's premises lu Avenue
de I’Opera.
The nrlnce was to put Into the business a
sum of 4.000,000 francs In installments and
M. Bernhelin was to put an equivalent
value In the form of pictures already In
their possession.
Prince Berthler mndo one payment, but
when the time came for the-second pay
ment to be made he refused to enrry out
the contract, and claimed the return of his
first Installment. Ills contention Is that his
nssoelstes exaggerated the value of the pic-
The conrt lias appointed n committee of
experts to examine the question, one of the
members of which Is Edouard Detnllle, the
famous military painter.'
A struggle between a millionaire and a
plumber for an heiress worth 14.000.000 has
ended with the victory of the millionaire,
»’ho Is the girl’s father.
Emile Deliaulan, the plumber, a good-
looking fellow, was on a lob at the house of
M. Jean Pfedailu, a millionaire living near
rhu llttlf* rillni/it nf V11In
Hotel, while Mile. P BUHOe w
him and brought him his dinner every day.
Now It happened that 1-te.lallu vn, n targe
•barebolder In the l-alnee lintel, though
neither of the lover. knew thin, the matt
niter, who hail heard or the elopement. In
formed XI. Ptedallu that hi, daughter nnd
pehnutan were In O.tend, and the angrr
f *,'. h ' r -I'P r n ,< K. n V r, Ii* ,n »»Jiutomoblle.
He wnjhild hi, daughter a. .he wte tak
ing Dehnut,# ■ dinner to the hotel nnd cur
ried her off. The nlumlier bu come to
I'nrtn neeklnii hie beloved, nnd offer, n re-
jrnrd of 3100 for new, of her whereabout,.
He nleo mean, to charge her father with nb-
unction.
n< ’ t un ? from artil
lery ore. Tht, new tactical point wm
proved hr experiment, at l.vdd camp, where
ye*» In nxjllery work are tented.
A balloon (without pnnsetutem, of courael
wm cent np 3 mile, Yrom where a liitTrr
Of Mntlolfd. and when It wm
about I.an feet up. the artillery Hred .brap-
net .belt. «t it. The flr,t .hell tnlrued the
■econd one —■pred , aqure bit, numbing
the balloon, which came down In piece. *
Other tntereatlng experiment, were made
whb* wm exploded
FROM THE RIVIERA
Panels Are Covered With
Embroidered
Taffeta.
By RICHARD ABERCORN.
London, July 20.—The real facts about ths
duke of Devonshire's illness are carefully
suppressed by the London press, and it ll
recognized In the family that be can only
recover by a miracle. The duke, who
struck dawn with a heart nttnek while with
tho king at Ascot, Is 74 years old, and ba *
lived a busy life, although he had rstlrsd
from polities for sonle years, ho attended
society functions up to tho last.
Tho duke’s political career began wbei
he was very young, and be had a govern
ment post at 30; at 33 he was secretary of
state for wnr. For many years before nil
retirement he was leader of the Liberal
Unionist party, from Its formation.
The duke did not marry until he was &
Ilia wife, formerly duchess of Mn nr heater,
was the daughter of Count von Alton of
Hanover, und she has today the reputation
of being one of the wittiest women ana
best bridge players In society.
The heir to the duke’s millions, hi* JJJJJ
nerea, his three palatial residences-Devon-
shire house, Loudon; Chntsworth.
shire, and Llsmore castle, Ireland—1» d**
nephew, Victor Cavendish, M. i'-
Politicians here are expecting to see tta
early fall of John Redmond ns rentier««
Irish party. His position is threatened
11 sides, both ns leader In parliament ana
i lender of the Nationalists In Ireland;
Mr. Redmond suffered a severe blow wnes
tho National convention rejected the Bn« J
Covermucnt'H nrnimvnl tn Aitlthllsh an
while the tower room was occupied, one among them. So strong was this suggested Oxford. wants W> speak. Lady Hilary. He's come* out to us again. Then we shall in s series of mtaTs prodnrink so
Just at the turn the queer, ladder-like impression that, with a quick thought "He will have enough to do to escape been saving himself for you. Go In; see If she does not say the same name earthquake for miles around. B arulctal
nave wcicumuu
ment of home rule, but bis attitude will J®
him his Job. Willisiu O’Brien and Bmotny
Hesly are both waiting to take bis plat*-
Redmond Is desperately struggling now
hold his position. He la trying to get £?r*
lar adherence by supporting tne •
Fein" movement—the chauvinist Irish P 4
Icy, whose motto Is, "Ourselves w
vernacular; at ,A
T. P. O’Connor, the noted writer
Irish M. I*., Is frying to keep the pjrtyr
getber and prevent the break-up that ,
ensue on R^Imoud's fall. But ,l . 18
lealfe cer - a,l? ,bnt hofor f.. , " ,lp
out.
ler of the party will be
John Burn, mlnliter for locnl »
,u*l former talwr looder, I, the h-o’ «
curious story. He received the king • •JJJ,
mand to dine with the other cabinet m «
ters, and tdoced the Imitation Id 'j
pocket of his coat, where It remained nmu
after the dinner was over. ..4
He bad forgotten all about the da* • 8
was only reminded of It by Inquiries ^
other ministers why be did not atte ,li
dinner, not even sending sn ex£usr.
King Kdw«rd ncrind cm* forgotful
liter', explanation with tentenor. [t
Burn, w,a overwhelmed with
is said that he has taken nPCSiWSt
tlons against royal commands brink D
away and forgotten In bis pockets.
The Kjoire pornrol 1, the mort
tht, iiimmer'i fMhlon, her,. ,|
from the ttlrfem. It ^**
Awot, where It WM eurried bjr m***J
the moet fMhlonible women. , , n
The itanel, of the newe«
>rere*fwith embroidered t,ff»t,« „
handkerchief town, with
pink, blue of mttnre ufetM. ^
original feature l« the Mnge, , T „
be of ,11k cord,, Iltte Mirer
tiny rosebuds or daisies hanging
their sulks.