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EIGHT TOLdSTSHOT CGPYMGHZ W+, C/fARUV JC/?//3W/#J JOf'3 / / FREDERICK PALMER In this story Mr. Palmer, the noted war correspondent, haa paint ed war as ha haa aeen It on many battlefields, and between many na tions. Hie Intimate knowledge of armies and armaments has enabled him to produce a graphlo picture of the greatest of all ware, and hie knowledge of condltlone hat led him to prophesy an end of armed conflicts. No man Is better quali fied to write the story of the final world war than Mr. Palmer, and he has handled hie subject with a master hand. a—l ■ (Continued from Yesterday.) "Hie BzoSUeocy Bays." non tinned Ota officer, "that, although the house f* an edmtmMy suited for stair pur poaee. sea will dad another If you do- T Ha wm too prfflta» and too ooosld sraSe In hla attitude tor Maria not to tofifl him to the same spirit. ' That la what we should naturally BMflßr." and Marta homed her head In todedsion. I '’tVh should hare to begin Installing pMrtalrfiraph and telephone service on the lower floor at once," he remarked. r&R toot. aU arm n*em mite must tie pads before the general's antral." ■’ "Hfi haa been a guest hare before," toMto eerolntersntly and deteobedly. ' Has band daopped lower, to appar mol disregard of hla preseuoe, as she pah ooMoaol wMb beraelt She was psOwfly etUL wtthaut even the move Enat of an ojmdaeb. Other oonalden pom than any he might suggest, he subtly understood, held her attention. They sets the criterion hr which she would at length assent or dies sot. and notbtog could hurry the Matte of to* day, who yesterday bad been a Otoflftgge toeurleh tbtpulsa. R seemed a long time that he was wetehfug the* wonderful profile under the «ay bteok hair, soft with the soft ness of flesh, rut firmly carved Hhe lifted Iter brad gradually, her eyes sweegtag pate fba spot where Del larme bad lata flyfng, whwra filler had mooned tba automatic. wb«*n* Htrwnsky had fJucwrn Ptlaar oror the parapet He m* tba glance arretted and focugeed on tba flag of tba Ora y*. which waa floating from a staff on the outaklrta of tba loam, and teowly, glowingly, tba light rippling on Its folda waa refected to bar fsoa. "She la for na! Hba te a Orgy?” bo thongbt triumphantly The woman and tba flag I Tba mstesr-of-fgat ataff offloor fait tba tbteO of senUmont *1 think wa can amoge It," Mkrte atmotßDood wftb* rare aanila at aaaan L "Ulan m to back to town and aat tha tegadl onqn man to work." be 'And whan, rot «ooa you wfn tod (ha bona* «t foot dtepcaai." aha aa urad him. Except that ha waa raising his eap inteaad of saluting, ba waa oonactous of withdrawing with tba deference due to a aopartor. In place of the amfla, after be had genet name a frown and a look In her •ymm aa If at something re-rolling ; than tha amUe returned, to he auo aaadad by tha frown, which waa fol bteted btetehiadatarmtnata shaking of tbohred. [ f Ttewiaha Veranda Again. tnoro Isrttatlng than ever for Itha GstUand to kaap pace with bar tssthtwk lnconslatsoclea. Hera waa Marta tearing ooaily: -‘Ttoto Caesar tba thlnga that are Caaaae'al ’ Wa bare our property, our txanw to pwjtaoC Perhaps tha Oroya haw* eoae to at ay for good, so gtractouanee* la oar only weapon. We oac not light a whole army single- SuTAr *n>a barre found that oat. Marta?” awld Mrs. Oaltand "Wa haw# four rooms to tha baron 'a tower and a kttoben a tore." Marta pro ceeded. "With Minna we can make oaiwatree vary comfortable and leave tba bouse to the staff " "Tba Gel land* In their gardener's quarters! Tha staff of tha Grays in ours! Your father will turn In hla grave I" Mrs. OaUand exclaimed "Hut. mother, It la not quits agree able to think of three women living In tha same house with a eoore of strange oen’” Marta persisted ‘1 had not thought of that. Marta. Of course, It would ba abominable I” agreed Mrs. Oallaud, promptly capitu lating where a point of propriety was involved When Marts Informed the officer— the same one who had rung tha door ball on is second visit—of the family a decision ha appeared shocked at the idaa of eviction that was Implied Hnt. secretly pleased at the turn of events, he hastened to apologise for war’s brutal necessities, and Martas com plslsanre led him to consider himself something of a diplomatist Yes. more than ever he was convinced of the wisdom of an Invader ringing door balls. Meanwhile, tha eervtce-corp# men had continued tbelr work until now tbers was no veatlgs of war In tba grounds that labor could obliterate; and meeoea bad come to repair the wall* of the house itself and plasterer* to renew the broken ceilings. All this Marta regarded In a kind of charmed wonder that an Invader could be so considerate. Her manner with the officers In charge of prepara tions had the simplicity and ease which a woman of twenty-seven, who Is not old-maidish because she is not afraid of a single future, may employ as a serene hostess. She frequently asked if there were good news. “Yes." was the uniform reply. An unexpected setback here or resistance there, but progress, nevertheless. But she learned, too. that the first two days' fighting along the frontier had coet the Grays fifty thousand casual ties. "In order to make an omelet you must break eggs!" she remarked. “Spoken like a true soldier —like a member of the staff!” was the reply. In her constraint and detachment they realized her conscious apprecia tion of tbs fact that In earllsr time* her people had been for the Browns; but In her flashes of Interest In th* progress of the war, flashes from a woman's unmllltnry mind, they Judged that her heart, was with the Grays. And why not? Was It not natural that a woman with more than her share of Intellectual perception ebould be on the right side? From her association* It Was not to be expected that she would make an outright declaration of apostasy. This would destroy the value and the atlraotlveness of her conver sion. Reverence for the past, for a father who bad fought for the Browne, against, her own convictions, made her attitude appear singularly and deli cately correct. The war was a week old—-a week which had developed other tangents and traps than l.a Tir —on the morn ing that the first Installment of Junior officers came to occupy the tables and dees*. Where the family portraits had hung In the dluing-room were now big maps dotted with brown and gray flags. Portable field cabinets with sectional maps on a large scale were arranged around the walls of the „raw .g-room. In what had been the loung lng-room of the old days of Ualland prosperity, th* refrain of half a dosen telegraph Instruments made medley with the olloktng of typewriters. Cooks and helpers were busy In the kitchen; for the staff were to Uve like { <ntie men; they ware to have their mo- lng baths, their comfortable beds, and regular meals No twinge of Indiges tion or of rheumatism from expoSur, was to Interfere with the working of tbelr precious Intellectual processes. No detail of assistance would be lack ing to asva any bnreauoratic head time and labor. The bedrooms were appor tioned acoordlng to rank—that of the master awaited the master; the best servant's bedroom awaited Francois, his valet. When Bcnohard. the chief of lotelli geooe. who fought the bottle of wits and spies against Hans iron, came, two boon before Weetertlng was due, the laet of the staff except Westefllng and his personal aide had arrived. Bouoh ard, with hi* Iron gray hair, bushy eye brows. strong, aquiline nose, and hawk-llke eyes, bis mouth hidden by a bristly mustache, was lean and sat urnine, and he was loyal. No Jealous thought entered his mind at having to serve a man younger than himself. He did not serve a personality; he served a chief of staff and a prorss •lon. The score of words which es caped Mm as he looked over the ar rangements were all of directing criti cism and bitten off sharply, as If h* regretted that he had to waste breath In communicating even a thought. "I tell nothing, but you tell me everything!" said Bouchard's hawk eyes. He was old-fashioned; he looked his pert, which was one of the Many points of difference between him and Lenetron as a chief of Intelligence. It tacked one minute to four when Heffwnrth Westerllng, chief of stxff tn name as well as power now, slighted from the gray automobile that turned In at the Galland drive. Hit Rxoel leney had not occupied hie new head quarters as boo a as he expected, but this could have no Influence on results. It he had loat fifty thousand men on the first two days and two hundred thousand since the war had begun, should he allow this to disturb hta well-being of body or mind? Hta well being of body and mind meant the ulti mate earing of lives. Confidence waa reflected In Wester lln-'s bearing and In his sm.le of com mand as he passed through the staff rooms, Turcas and Bouchard In hla train, with taett approval of the ar rangements. Finally, Turcaa. now vice chief of staff, and the other chiefs awaited hla pleasure In the library, which was to he hla sanctum. On the massive seventeenth-century desk lay a number of reports and suggestion*. Westerllng ran through them with ac customed swiftness of sifting and then turned to hla personal aide. "Tell Franco!, that I will have tea on tha veranda.” From the fact that he took with him the papers that he bad laid sent*, sub ordinate generals, with the gift of un spoken directions which I* a part of their, profession, understood that he meant to go over the subjects requip lug special attention while he had tea. "Everything la going well—well!" he added. "Well!” ran the unspoken communi cation of confidence through the staff. Bo well that His Excellency wan calmly taking tea on the veranda! For the Indefatigable Turcas the detail; for Westerllng the front of Jove. He had told Marta only two weeks ago that he should see her again If war came; and war had come. With the Inviting prospect of a few holiday moments In which to continue the In terview that had been abruptly con cluded In a hotel reception-room, he started down the terrace steps. Above the second terrace he saw a crown of woman's hair—hair of Jet abundance, shading a face that brought familiar completeness to the scene. Their glances met where the path ended at the second terrace flight; hers shot with a beam of restrained and ques tioning good humor that spoke at least a truce to the Invader. "You called sooner than I expected,” she said In a note of equivocal pleas antry. “Or I," he rejoined with a shade of triumph, the politest of triumph. He was a step above her, her head on a level with the pocket of his blouee. His square shoulders, commanding height, and military erectnesa were thus emphasized, as was her own femi nine ellghtnees. "1 want to tUank you," she said. “As becomes a soldier, your forethought was expressed In action. It was th# promptness of the men you sent to look after th* garden which aaved the uprooted plants before they were put reoovery." "I wished It for your sake and eotne what tor my own sake to be the same that It was in the days when I need to call." he said graciously. ‘Tea wu from four to five, do you remember? Will you Join me? I here just ordered It" A generous, pleasant conqueror, this! No one knew better than Waster ling how to be one when be chose. He was something of an actor. Leaders of men of his type usually are. "Why, yes. Very gladly!" she ab sented with no undue cordiality and no undue constraint, quite ae If there were no war. Neutrality could not be better im personated, he thought, than in the even cleaving of her lip* over the words. They seemed to say that a storm had oome and gone and a new set of masters had taken the place of the old. As they approached the veranda Pranoote was placing the tea things. •‘Juet like the old days, Isn't K?” he exclaimed with hla Drat alp, convinced that the officer*' commiaaary supplied excellent tea In the field. "Ye*, for the moment—ls we forget the war!” she replied, and looked away, preoccupied, toward the land scape. If we forget the war! She bore on the words rather grimly. The change that he had noted between the Marta of the hotel reception-room and the Marta of the moment was not alto gether the work of ten years. It had developed since she was In the capi tal. In these three weeks war bad been brought to her door. She had been under heavy fire. Yet this sub ject of the war was the one which he. as an invader, consldersd himself bound to avoid. "We do forget It at tea. don't w*r he asked. "At least ws need not speak of It!" •he replied. "I am staying tonight. I was going to ask If you wouldn't remain on the veranda while I go over these pa pers. It—lt would be very cosy and pleasant." “Why, yea," she agreed with evident pleasure. Tore as came. In answer to Wester ling’s ring. The orders and sugges tions on tha table eeemed to be the product of thle lath of a man, the vlca chtef, but a lath of ateel, not wood, who appeared a runner trained for a race of Intellects In the eoratoh class. One by one, almost perfunctorily. Westerllng gave hie assent as he passed the papers to Turcas; while Turoae’s dry voice, coming from be tween a narrow opening of the thin lips, gave hie reasons with a rapid firer’a precision In answer to his chief's Inquiries. With each order somewhere along that frontier some unit of a great or ganism would respond. The reserves from this position would be trans ferred to that; such a position would be felt out before dark by a reconnols aance In force, however costly; the raptd-ftrero of the 19th Division would be transferred to the 20th; despite the 37th Brigade's losses. It would still form the advance; General 80-and-So would be superseded after ble failure of yesterday; Colonel 80-and-Bo would take his place as acting major-general; more care must be exercised In recom mendations for bronte crosses, lest their value so depreciate that officers and men would lack Incentive to win them. Marts was having a took behind the scenes at the fountainhead of great events. Powsrl power! Tbs abao IHE AUGUSTA HERALD, AUGUSTA, GA. fute power of the soldier in the saddle,' with premier and government and all the institutions of peace only a dim background for the processes of war! Opposite her was a man who could make and unmake not only generals but even the destinies of peoples. By every sign he enjoyed his power for Ha own sake. There must be a chief of the five millions, which were as a moving forest of destruction, and here was the chief, his strength reflected in the strong muscles of his short neck as he turned his head to listen to Turcas. Marta recalled the con trast between Westerllng and I.an stron as they faced each other after the wreck of the aeroplane ten years ago; the iron Invincibility of the elder’s sturdy, mature figure and the alert, high-strung Invincibility of the slighter figure of the younger man. He had taken up a paper thought fully after Turcas withdrew, when he looked up to Marta in answer to a movement in her chair. She had bent forward In a pose that freed her figure from the chair-back in an outline of suppleness and firmness; her lips were parted, showing a faint line of the white of her teeth, and he caught her gazing at him in a kind of wondering admiration. But she dropped her eye lid® instantly and said deliberately, less to him than to herself: "You have the gift!” No tea-table flattery that, he knew; only the reflection of a fact whose ex istence had been borne in on her by observation. 'The gift? How?" he inquired, speaking to the fringe of hair that half hid her lowered face. She looked up, smiling brightly. "You don’t know what gift! Not the pianist’s I Not the poet’s! Why, of course, the supreme gift of com mand 1 The thing that made you chief of staff! And the war goes well for you, doesn't It?” Delicious morsel, thta, to a connois seur in compliments! He tasted It with the same self-satisfied smile that he had her first prophecy. To her who had then voiced a secret he had shared with no one, ns his chest swelled with a full breath, he bared another in the delight of the Impres sion he had made on her. "Yes. as you foresaw—as I planned!" he said. "Yes, I planned all, step by step, till I was chief of staff and ready. I convinced the premier that It was time to strike and I ohose the hour to •trike; for Bodlapoo was only a con venient excuse for the last of all the eteps.” The subjective enjoyment of the declaration kept him from any keen notloe of the effect of hla words. Lenny was right. It had been a war of deliberate conquest; a war to gratify personal ambition. All her life Marta would be able to live over again the feelings of this moment. It was as if she were f’rozen, all except brain and nerves, which were on fire, while the rigidity of Ice kept her from springing from her chair In contempt and horror. But a purpose came on the wings of diabolical temptation which would pit the art of woman against the power of a man who set millions against millions In slaughter to gratify personal ambition. She was thankful that she was looking down as she spoke, for she could not bring herself to another compliment. Her throat was too chilled for that yet. "The one way to end the feud be tween the two nations was a war that would mean permanent peace," he ex plained, seeing how quiet she was and realizing, with a recollection of her children's oath, that he had gone a lit tle too far, He wanted to retain her admiration. It had become as precious to him as a new delicacy to Lucullus. "Yes, I understand,” she managed to murmur; then she was able to look up. "It's all so immense!" she added. “Your Ideas about war seem to be a great deal changed." be hinted casually. “As I expressed them at the hotel, you mean!” she exclaimed. “That seems ages ago—ages!” The perplex ity and indecision that, in a space of silence, brooded In the depths of her eyes came to the surface In wavering lights. "Yes, ages! ages!” The waver ing light* grew dim with a kind of hor ror and she looked away fixedly at a given point. He was conscious of a thrill; the thrill that always presaged victory for him. He realised her evident dis tress; he guessed that terrible pic tures were moving before her vision. "You see, I have been very much ■tirred up.” she said half apologetical ly. “There are some questions I want to ask—quite practical, selfish ques tions. You might call them questions of property and mercy. The longer the war lasts the greater will be the loss of life and the misery?” “Yes, for both sides; and the heavier the expense and the taxes.” "If you win, then we ehall be under your flag and pay taxes to you?” "Yes, naturally." "The Browns do not Increase In population; the Grays do rapidly. They are a great, powerful, civilized race. They stand for civilisation!” "Yes, facte and the world's opinion agree,” he replied. Puzzled he might well be by thle peculiar catechism. He could only continue to reply until he should see where *he wa* leading. "And your victory will mean a new frontier, a new order of International relation* and a long peace, you think? Peace—a long ” Wae there ever a eoldler who did not fight for peace? Was there ever a call for more army-corps or guns that was not made In the name of peace? He had his re«dy argument, spoken with the forcible conviction of an ex pert _ _ (To be joatinued Tomorrow.) The Handclasp _On the Bohleu promenade at the Hea. the guests amused themselves asking questions which must be ans wered dnd which were at times rather embarrassing to the one whose turn ii was to answer. “Monsieur Jacques, do you prefer fair or dark women?” Monsieur Jacques was in a dreadful dilemma, as Jane was dark and Mad line fair. He mumbled something about “expression” and “equally charming" and other vague and non committal things. It was a beautiful evening, though the air was rather heavy and not the slightest breeze was blowing. Not a sound was heard but the regular beating of the waves against the shore. They let little Raoul walk ahead with a Venetian lantern, the older people dropped behind and Jacques had the pleasure of walking sione with two sisters, the belles of Hotel Bean Rivage. The first time Jacques had met these two bewitching girls he said to himself: “That is how I want my fu ture wife to look.” He did not trouble his head o de cide who pleased him most, Jane or Madeline. After all the difference in the color of their hair did not matter much. In one way they were very much alike. Their expression was the same though their features were quite as different as their characters. They were both gay and full of joy of living, but the one was a little less open than the other, did not show her feelings so much and kept the secrets of her soul to herself, while her sis ter might be read as easily as a hook. “Then you prefer brunettes?” said Madeline. “By ,no means—by no means.” He was still trying all kinds of tricks to avoid giving a definite ans wer, when fortunately the little lan tern went out and left them in the complete darkness. They stopped and stood facing the sea whose waves rolled lazily up on the beach. The silence and darkness stirred up strange sentiments in Jacques' heart. It was as if he had led a beloved wo man to the Idyllic spot to swear her eternal love. But which one? He got no time to think more of this question for a small warm hand stole into his and clasped it softly. The electric current which emanated from his hand affected him strongly. He felt as if he had a long lost sis ter or as If he had been born anew. “Where is your lantern?” cried a voice approaching. The hand was quickly withdrawn and the older peo ple came up. Matches were struck and full of suspense Jacques started into the darkness to make out which of the sisters had revealed her feel ings to him, but they were both a few steps away telling their mother of how the lantern had gone out. This time Jacques seriously asked himself the question: “Which one?” The two girls came up to him again and he hoped It would be easy to find out the answer to his question if he exchanged the same mute confession with them both. When he met the two sisters together in the hall the next day he decided to force a decis ion. "You look so pale,” said Jane. He looked at them both with a sad smile and set a very clumsy trap for them. "I have something to tell you,” he said. "Both of us?” them asked simulta neously. “One of you,” "Whom then?” Their unanimity made him quite lose his head, but he. went on: “You know that quite well.” Empress Eugenie Visits Scene of Former Triumphs ** " 4 ' \' ’ , -ja^ EMPRESB EUGENIE. Pari*.- Before returning to her adopt, sdopisd boms tn England, ex-Emprees Eugenie seems determined to rake all the old souvenirs of her former life and grandeur. It wss tbe Tullerle* Gardens which ahe honored with a visit. Once mors she gsxed on that spot where stood the superb palace of the Tullerles. from the windows of which she and the Em peror Napoi.on 111 watched the rising of the populace which preceded the hor ror* of the Commune after the fait of Paris to tbs Qerman hordes and was fol lowed by the flight of hersslf and her consort to th* hospitable shores of En t lead. They- burst out laughing: “How fun ny you are." “How do you mean?” He thought he caught a peculiar ring in the laughter of one and gave up maneuvering coming out Into the open. "Mademoiselle Jane,” he said, "last night on the promenade you - laid your hand in mine.” Flushed with anger she said: "Is that supposed to be a joke. I am afraid 1 do not understand you." Jacques was crushed. A party of strangers came into the room and he hurriedly withdrew. In the afternoon he saw Madeline in a lonely place in the garden. Was she perhaps waiting for him. Ho turned cold as ice, but gathering all his courage he went up to her to ex plain his mistake. Then she suddenly took his hand and held it in her own— like the night before. Tears of hap piness dimmed his eyes, but he had the presence to say: "I knew it. I asked .Tane on pur pose as a revenge because I thought you were trying to tease me.” It was his first lie in a love affair. She accepted it without comment and sealed their engagement with a smile. There was something so exciting In a secret engagement that they decid ed to keep it secret. From now' on their hands met every night in the darkness during the promenades, Jane’s was always with them. She knew' nothing and did not disturb them. But one evening, when they were walking together she suddenly stopped and hid her face in her hands and burst out sobbing. They tried to find out what was the matter but she refused to say. This incident made Jacques feel THE GOLDEN FLY She was the most charming little creature I have ever seen. Her small body was absolutely perfect and artists everywhere had raved about her. In her seventh year she was called the Lit tle Countess by everyone in the circus. Her mother, who had married twice, had died early and she was now travel ling about with her stepfather and ap peared on the circus posters as the Gold en Fly. He had always been very se vere with her and It did not improve matters that he was arrested and sent to prison in a German town for his cruel treatment of her. Never in her life had she been so frightened as when she met her stepfather again after his arrest. He had pierced her with is dark vicious eyes and locked the door. Then he had strapped her to a chair and beaten her with a hunting crop in return for the days he had spent in prison for her sake. There was no one In whom she could confide, no one to talk to. Her step father saw that she got the necessary food to keep her In good condition and enable her to make the money on which he lived, but as soon as the performance was over he locked her In her room while he went out to drink and gamblo returning in the eadly hours of the morning, cursing and yelling at her. Things had been going this way for years. The Golden Fly was now a grown up girl, but she was still regard ed as a child and looked one with her slender elfin like figure, her luxuriant golden hair and innocent blue eyes, which always looked sad and dreaming. Her costumes were her only joy. On these her stepfather spent plenty of money, they were part of the business. She had them In alt colors in silk and velvet and often when she was atons she put them on and smiled at her own image in the mirror. She had plenty of admirers at a dis tance. The ladies thought her sweet and charming and the young men fell in love with her. She received dozens of bouquets each day. but the stepfather took them away from her as soon as sh# came off the stage and exanuned them closely to see that nothing ofwalue was hidden among the flowers. Many were the articles of jewelry, he found and Im mediately sold. Hard her training had been, but It had taught her much. Daily heatings and exercises had hardened until it was like steel, every muscle in this body, which looked so frail. She performed the most difficult feats without the sighest ex ertion and always with a smile on liar beautiful face. Everybody hated him. He always stood underneath her when she was working in the air in trapez, rings or on the rope His face was red and bloated, and h# wore evening dress, a low collar a ways soft with perspiration and a heavy goio en chain across his fat stomach. During her whole performance he talked inces santly. but nobody could make out whether he was cursing, threatening or scolding. The name 'The Golden Fly was a recent Invention of his made for SMS turn which created a sensation ovwry where. She emerged quite suddenly the darkness under the dome in tic *»: zling light of the electric spotlight OKS suspended by a platinum wire so thV that it was quite invisible, sue floate down into the ring, graceful and nlry like a butterfly. Ther was ttie soul of a woman in net little hardened body, and at an early uge she felt the first sensation of lo»e, while her stepfrther still looked upon her as a mere child. He -vas a young artist, slender ancJ handsome with a fair mustache and ag open honest face. He belonged to a troupe of acrobats performing in flying trapezes. They had been mutually at tracted to each other. One day he heA helped hev to put up her apparatus »nl half In Joke he had mentioned that th«f would make a splendid team togothet Gradually they began to discuss 'a! matter seriously and scarcely realists* what was happening to them they f*f! u love. The thought of what her step father might do. however rested on ha* like a nightmare and she was careful not to be seen with him more than was necessary. At last, however, the young man de cided that this must have an end and went straight to her stepfather and ask ed for her hand. The man grew furious and refused to listen to Brother word, not because he had any objection to the mutch Itself, but because It owuld rob hlru of the small fortune he made every year For many years he had signed ihe Golden Fly's salary and put In Into his own pocket. He had saved nothing spending the money In dissipation as fast as It orae and he had figured on her support for many years to oome. The Voting acrobat saw plainly what was the matter and as a practical man he offered an amount In cash to bs paid at once and a certain percentage of his stepdaughter's salary or he would en gage him to accompany them at a fixed salary. The stepfather, however, stubbornly refused for It was clear to him that he would get conslderauly leas than at present, and he must have plenty of money. lie had rlg..t and authority on bis side so he gave no reason* but cate gcA-Ically refused. The two young people went about sighing and mlseraole untl. ons day tht Idea occurred to him that he would car ry her off by force. He knew that sbt loved him knsw the miserable exlttenoe she led tt present but he also knew that her dread of her brutal stepfather would prevent her from consenting to an elopement. She was partially of see and If he ones got her i»ti no law could fsres TUFSDAY, SEPTEMBER S. very l uneasy. He pondered over it when alone but did not dare to speak of it to Madeline. She had begun to reveal herself as cold and calculating. She talked of nothing but the featjg. and entertainments she would give when they were married, of dances and theaters. In vain he tried to fight down the thought that he did not love Madeline. Also the time drew nead when their parents must be told and Jacques was in despair. In this trouble he saw in Jane the only one who could help rf.im and one afternoon he took her out for a walk. “I must tell you something," he said. She waited in silence. “1 need your friendship—l am going to ask you to do something for me which you alone can do. It is in re gard to your sister.” As she looked firmly into his eyes he grew confused. “Undoubtedly you have seen-—Mad eline and I thought—but we were mis taken—perhaps we had better wait—i we are both very young.” Jane looked at him and said softly! “I will do what you ask me to.” After a short silence she said! "Perhaps it is better so. You w’ould never have been l able to make her happy. She thought she loved you, but she was mistaken. I am sure of what I say. I have a very good rea son.” She stopped. Both were greatly ex cited Then Jane confessed: "Do you remember that night when the lantern went out? It was I who took your hand then.” "That is a lie,” cried a shrill voice close by. It was the little Raoul who had sneaked up behind them unno ticed. “It is a lie." he repeated. “It was I Who took hold of Monsieur Jacques' hand, because I was afraid in the dark. And he squeezed it so hard, that it hurt me.” "y her to return to the tyrant against her will. . On a certain night, the last of the month when there was a general change of program ancl many artists left, ho had everything ready. A carriage was waiting outside the door and he haa bought clothes for her and railroad tickets to Paris for them both. When she returned from the ring and reached the door leading to the street in the rear of the establishment, he picked hes up in his arms whispered something in. her ear and put her Into the waiting car riage, which immediately started. At the same moment the carriage door was torn open so violently that the win dow pane broke and with flushed face and bloodshot eyes the stepfather stood thcA’e threatening and silent as on the day when lie returned from the prison. The acrobat was paralyzed and the girl mechanically obeyed the stepfather's commanding gesture. Her fear of him was as strong as when she was a child and trembling all over she went ahead of him back into the building. As she mounted the stairs leading to her dVess ing room she heard his heavy step be hind her. When she opened the door he was close behind her and put foot between preventing her from lock ing the door. Then h* flung her across the room, entered himself and locked ihe door. The oevobat came rushing up pale with indignation. He threw the weight of Ills whole body against lh*r*V»or which was on the point of giving way when somebody caught hold of him lrom behind and he heard the manager’# voice: “You have scandal enough for tonight. You are fined 200 francs." He tightened every muscle to tear himself loose and the veins in his fore head stood out like shipcords but the arms of his two colleagues were too string for him and he gave up the stvuggle. From the dressing room t ame the sound of a whip striking a human body mercilessly but not a cry of pain and while his eyes closed Vie could see the little body of his beloved writhing under the cruel blows of her tormentor. Kaiserin Interceded For Son in Romance THE KAISERIN OF GERMANY. Berlin—B..' those close to the Inner circle at court, It Is said that Prince Oscar's romance with the Countess Marie von Bassewlt to whom he will will be married soon, would have come to an untimely end had it not been for the Interference of his moth er. the Kalserln. Prince Oscar is the fifth son of the Kaiser and Kalserln and Is now at tached to the pretty countess who was a ludy-ln-waltlng in the Kalser ln's suite. As goon as the news reach ed the ears of the Kaiser he set a stgm foot on the budding romsApe and ordered that the countess bs s.Tu away, W The Imperial orders were strlotv obeyed, but the prince persisted ’in his wooing and the Kalserln seeing that he was really in love, allowed the romance to proceed. The countess being of a lower rank than the prince, found little favor with the Kaiser, but the Imperial mother Interceded on her behalf and finally won the Kaiser over. He has consented to the mar-