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1 -- - • ■ 7 - • — - - • ■ ••' r>\ rTnT” IH tv 111 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. sszmmmm ALCOHOL 3 PER CERT. A\t(jelabl« PrppjraiionforAs similating iteftodaxiRegtia iin$(l«Sm[feaniBaM3Mf Promotes DigesttonflwrfiJ- ness and RntjContaini neittur Opium .Morphine nor Mineral. Not Narcotic. JtirvriroMDcSMUnnm nmfkwS-J- . Ax Strut* + 1 HxMhSdti- I AnistSftd* I /ifSCStMr* I £jSfc: ' ..perfect Ri lion. Sour — Worms jConvulsions.Fevtnslt ness and LOSS OF SCEEP. Facsimile Signature of NEW YORK. 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.” Cxact Copy of Wrapper. 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.