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Detectives Britz takes up the case. He asks the co-oj>eration of W. Fitch, Elinor's fiance, in running 4<*wn the real criminal. Brltz learns that duplicates of Mrs. Missioner's diamonds were made In Purls on the order of SJlinor Hoicomb. While walking Brit* is seized, bound &!id gagged by Hindoos. He Is imprisoned in a deserted house, but makes ills escape. He is convinced that the Hindoos are materially interested Sn the case. Pretending to be a reporter, glrltz interviews the Swam! as to the rare diamonds of India. Britz learns of an In­ sane diamond expert on Ward's Island and decides to interview him. He learns enough to believe that either Sands or Griswold employed the insane man to make counterfeits of the Missioner gems. Griswold intimates to Britz that Sands is on the verge of failure. Sands' home to burglarized by two Hindoos, who are captured by Britz. CHAPTER XVII*--.(Continued.) "You are not very clever," tie said, "but anyway, you're a fine-looking body of men. What do you think of yourselves, anyhow? Think you'll cut out this 'second story' game? Or will you content yourselves with the safer occupation of dips? My private advice to you is to try hencoops for a while. Cut out the big circuit, and go and get a reputation." How much of his biting irony, if Any, the Orientals understood thay did not indicate. They only gazed at him in dumb misery, evidently in ex­ pectation of an Ignoble end. They fol­ lowed Blitz with their joint gase as he paced up and down the room, both pitifully watchful, and manifestly most wholesomely afraid. "Tou saw part of what these chaps were doing, Mr. Sands," said Britz,' "but what you saw was only the last of If. I want to tell you the way they vent through this room was amazing. I hope you didnt lose many valu­ ables." Sands, in his slow way, assured the detective that it was not likely the searchers hadi found -anything he would miss very greatly; but the Headquarters man was not satisfied. fThe mystery of, the proceeding, he iwas inclined to think, did not begin •nd end jrtth the Orientals. It was possible, of course, they had searched Bands' room simply as a matter of tou tine in the same way that at the first opportunity they probably would search the home 'of everyone who night be connected in any way with the Missioner jewel robbery. Yet aomcthlng stirred uneasily in Britz's Bind as he reflected on the possibility that the coming of the Orientals held IS deeper significance. What if they fcad reason to believe they would sure­ ly find what they sought In that room? If Sands did not know there was Jus­ tification for the search, why did he [take It so calmly? It did not seem natural for a mfcn to keep his temper whose apartments had been invaded so thoroughly. If the millionaire had iexpressed any indignation he, Britz, iwould have felt better satisfied. Be­ sides, what was it the Hindoos had taken from Sands' desk? Sands had not seen -them take anything, as they Kare ending their search when he sot te first glimpse of them. Brltz watched Sands closely to see if the millionaire's eyes would turn anxi­ ously toward that part of his furni­ ture. He almost started when the first move Sands made, after finishing his task of binding the prisoners, was to saunter with a careless air across the room and, in passing, glance swiftly and questioningly into the pigeon­ holes whence the thieves had ab­ stracted the mysterious articles that So actively engaged Brlts's always ac­ tive curiosity. ! "It's about up to us to do a little searching now. Isn't It?" asked Brits. [These bright young men have had jttieir innings, an<KI believe it's our ira at bat. What do you say, Mr. ids?" Sands said nothing. He nodded Ills jhead in assent, however, and Britz be- jgan a search of the Orientals fully as {exhaustive as that they had performed ion the room. Before he had gene far Ita his quest, Sands volunteered as­ sistance, and each explored the folds of the Hindoos' ' raiment with the ^clumsiness that might be expected of >xnen not accustomed to that sort of work. , Britz, working more swiftly than the jmilllonaire, made his first find. It was ja sheet of notepaper of fashionable ^ise and tint, cm which had been writ­ ten a few lines in a feminine hand. EBritz had not the slightest compunc­ tion of consclonce about reading it. iChivalry was all very well in Its way, [but it played no part in detective •work, especially when the lady most concerned was not present to make a Erotest He moved to the center of tie rookn, and in the light at a cluster lot incandescent lamps read aloud to Sands the following snigmatical mis- wive. i ••Curtis Dear: When are you com- l • tag up to the hotel? If you do not come or send me a check quickly, I shall ha?e to sell some of the jewels. "MILLlfcENT." That wa% alL Whether that "all" was much or little, Brltz, offhand, was not prepared to say. Tbe use of Orf» wold's given name at the beginning of the note apparently meant a good deal. But who was Mlllicent? In the course of his probing of the Missioner diamond mystery, Brltz had canvassed the complete visiting list of everyone who was in the opera box on the eight when the falsity of the Maharanee diamond was discovered. He had had compiled a social register of everyone interested In the case--everyone that Mrs. Missioner, Sands, Griawold, Miss Holcomb, Miss March, and the Swam! knew. 'In all that kmg roster there was no one named "Mlllicent." Neither, for that matter, was there & "Mil­ dred." There the signature was, too clear tq admit of any mistake. The writing was excellent, and while it did not go to the extreme of the ciftnrent fashion in chirogVaphy, It was what Britz called in his vivid vernacular "classy." "Ever seen that fist before?" asked the detect!ve as he handed the note to Sands. The millionaire shook his head. While it was true, Brits reflected, that the big man was known as "Silent" Sands in Wall Street society, he was certainly more economical of words than anyone he had ever known in his life. Aloud, he continued: "Are you sure you have never seen any writing at all liks that before?" Another shake of the head was Sands' only concession to the de- detective's right to question him. He gave the note %»ack to the Headquar­ ters man, who returned to the circle of light under the Incandescent lamp and studied it again. Meanwhile, Sands went on with his search of the second Oriental. He was not as clever in his movements as Britz, and when he tried to conceal something, he sig­ nally failed. For the detective, though his eyes seemingly were fastened on the note addressed to Griswold, saw the millionaire take something out of the Oriental's tunic and then slip It into his waistcoat pocket. "Something else, eh?" asked Brtts. Sands nodded. "Mind letting me ssS what It Is?" Sands shook his head slowly, de­ cisively. "What's the objection?" "It Is not anything that can possibly Interest you." returned the million­ aire. "How do you know that, Mr. Sands?" asked the detective. "I do know it," said Sands emphat­ ically. "Well, I don't know- about that," Britz returned. "I think I'm the best judge of what interests me; and, as I have played a pretty active part ln> this little incident, It seems to me the leuat you oaa do is to gratify my curi­ osity." "Well, I will not," was Sands' de­ fiant answer. "And while we are on the subject, Lieutenant Britz, let me say I should like to understand the purpose of your visit to my rooms." "Oh, you would, would your' snapped Britz. "I certainly should," Sands replied. "I come home to find you peeping through a hole In my portiere, and two Easterners, with whom apparent­ ly you have had nothing to do, going through my desk and other belong­ ings. I rather think I am entitled to know the why and the wherefore." "I rather think you are, Mr. Sands," said Brltz, "and I don't mind telling you I came here to see you privately, and arrived just in time to see these gentlemen drop to that fire escape and come in by that window. Alter that I had the pleasure of witnessing the dexterity with which they ransacked you chiffonier, your desk, your bed­ side table, your bed, your chairs, your rugs, and everything else In the room. Maybe you will explain to me the rea­ son they have such a deep Interest in your housekeeping arrangements?" "Maybe you will do a little more ex­ plaining Lieutenant Brltz,"- said the millionaire. "You will observe that when I said these fellows had no con­ nection with yon. I qualified the asser­ tion?" "Oh, that was very good of you." said Brits. Sands continued. "I should like to know right here and now just how far this qualiflcar tlon extends." "Well, Mr. Sands," answered the de­ tective as he relighted his cigar and disposed himself in the most com­ fortable of attitudes in the chair be­ side the desk, "there are a good many things we may like to explain. I should like, for Instance, to know how your visiting card came to be in the possession of a man who Is an Innate of the State Hospital for the Insane on Ward's Island?" If Britz expected to startle Sands in­ to any physical expression of guilt, he was disappointed. The million­ aire's muscles were as inflexible as his determination not to satisfy the detective's Inqulsittvenea* in regard to that which he had taken from ths Hindoo. > ! "You we in a mood for riddles, lieu- i I t Had Known for a Long Time Thst Sands Was In Love With Her. tenant," said Sands slowly. "Now, you see, I am not. My time is too valu­ able." "Well, what are you goln^ to do about these fellows?" asked Brltz. "Oh, don't you bother about them," said Sands. "I guess I can take care of them." "I guess you'll guess again," said Britz, "for if anybody is going to take care of these gentlemen, behold In me the only original little caretaker." Brits turned to the Hindoos. "Now, then, you dusky beauties, suppose you come along with me." "Going to carry them?" asked Sands. Britz blushed; yes, Brltz fairly and squarely blushed. In his momentary exasperation at the millionaire's stub­ bornness he had forgotten that not only the hands, but also the feet of the Orientals were bound. However, he was not to be disconcerted, and it was with sufficient readiness that he replied: "You don't suppose I take my pris­ oners through the streets like a mem­ ber of the Traffic Squad, do you? Where's your telephone?" \ Sands indicated the instrument and Britz took it up and called for 8100 Spring. "Headquarters?" he asked over the Wire. "Yes, this Is Britz. Have a wagon sent from the West Thirtieth Street Citation to the St. Barnabas Apartment house. No, don't send the reserves; just sent a couple of men. Good-by." As he rang off, he turned and faced his host. "Mr. Sands,'" said he, "thpre are one or two points about which I would like to talk to you this evening. I came to you frankly and directly be­ cause I found one of your cards in the possession of a man who, while mentally unbalanced, knows some­ thing about the fake Maharanee dia­ mond. After arriving here, I had the opportunity to serve you in the way of protecting your property. And I wasted no time in meeting with you. You see fit to ignore my efforts In that direction, although I may say that if it had not been for me these Becond- story specialists would have been up or down the fire escape and many blocks away long before you could have caught them. I do not mind tell­ ing you, Mr. Sands, that even though you were center rash at Harvard, you are not quick enough for Central Office men. And now, when you find some­ thing on one of these men that may or may not be of Interest to me, in­ stead of letting me see it, or telling me ita contents--I'd take your word for It--you stuff it into your pocket and tell me to go to blazes. Moreover, when I ask you what disposition you want made of these burglars, you al­ most tell me It's none of my busi­ ness." Brltz rocked on his heels and thrust his hands into his pockets with fores that was eloquent of his displeasure to anybody who knew him well. "Now, let me tell you, Mr. Sands," he went on, "that It is my business what becomes of these prisoners. They are going to the Tenderloin Po­ lice Station, and a charge of burglary is going to be entered on the blotter against them." "I am not going to prosecute them," eald Sands. "Oh, you're not, aren't you? Well, I you will," returned Britz. "Any­ way, if you don't feel like prosecuting them, I'll do it myself. This case is not in your hands now; it belongs to the people of the State of New York, and If you don't choose to appear as complainant, I'll call you as a witness for the State. So, Mr. Sands, if you are not hopelessly addicted to cigars or cigarettes to the exclusion of all others forms of the weed, permit me to suggest that when we have left you alone, you retire to the remote background of your apartment, put that In your pipe and smoke it!" Sands became genuinely ahgry. It todk a good deal to disturb his equa­ nimity, but the detective's manner, as he saw it, was offensive. Sands seri­ ously meditated for an instant an at­ tempt to grasp the Headquarters man by the collar, rush hi™ to the door, and drop him down at least one flight of stairs. The sleuth'a coolness and courage avoided any unpleasantness of that sort, and his unwilling- host quickly regained his grip upon him­ self. The tension of the situation was re­ laxed by the buzzing of the electric bell at the outer door of the apart­ ment, and the entrance of a somewhat blustering bellboy with an announce­ ment that a patrol wagon was at the door and two policemen were asking for Detective Britz of Headquarters, who was visiting Mr. Sands. "Bring them up," said Brits, wast­ ing no further time on courtesy. Then he turned to the millionaire and said: "I wouldn't have brought the patrol wagon here, Mr. Sands, if you had been a little more considerate. A couple of plain-clothes men could have taken these fellows to the police sta­ tion easily enough; but, when a man, through a rush of emotion to the brain, or--for--some--other reason-- makes faces at the law as openly as you have done, why, let the law take its course, I say." Sands maintained a dignified silence as a pair of bluecoats, stumbling over a bearskin rug in the library, came into the suite, and at a sign from Brltz, seized the shrinking Orientals. One by one the prisoners were lifted, neck and heels, and taken to the pa­ trol wagon. Brits, of course, could have had the bandages shout their feet removed, for it would have been perfectly safe to let those sturdy po­ licemen escort them to the sidewalk in the ordinary way; but Brltz was only human. The memory of the grip in which those very men had held him in the ride along Riverside Drive, of the smothering solitude of the desolate apartment house, and the struggle which had followed, came to him in the moment when he was on the point of ordering the unfettering of the captives. With a grin that struck terror to their cringing Eastern souls, he said to them: "You two artists are so fond of silk that I guess I'll lot you wear those ornaments a little while longer." When the Hindoos were gone, Brits turned to Sands, and said with em­ phasis: "If you experience a change of heart, Mr. Sanda, I shall be very glad to hear from you in regard to what you found on your dark friend. Of course, since you are in your own rooms, and since the article was evi­ dently stolen In this place by the fel­ low, I cannot compel yen, without a great deal of trouble, to let me see 1L It Is not at all certain it would be worth my while to take that trouble; but it may dawn upon you before very long that it will be well worth your while, Mr. Sands, not only to let me see the thing, but to tell me everything you know about it Good-night, Mr. Sands." And there was something ominous In the military click of the detective's heels ss he walked across the echoing marquetry to the elevator. CHAPTER XVIII. The Glittering Dance. Doris Missioner was affected muoh more deeply than she would have thought probable when she read the ardor-breathing proposal of marriage from Bruxton Sands. To say that it surprised her would be to set feminine Intuition at a discount She had known for a long time that Sands was in love with her, and on several occasions had been perilously close to the neoeasity of accepting or rejecting him. Mrs. Missioner sent a reply to Sands with which, she told herself, he must be content for the present. When she had written it, she dressed for dinner rather earlier than usual, dined'with only little Dorothy March as a vis-a­ vis, and, after an hour or so spent In working out pretty problems with her youthful protegee, rang for her limousine and was whirled away to a dance at the home of one of her dear five hundred friends. Mrs. Missioner's arrival was an Instant triumph, a roy­ al progress. <flhe laughed and chatted with men who adored her, and with women who would have done the same if they had not been--women. Yet there was a monotony about It all to her, for although she was fond of society, she had seen the same faces, heard the same small talk, lis­ tened to the same music, and danced the same dances many, many times in the course of the season. Just when her vague wish for the unusual was shaping itself into a materialization of the grisly phantom, boredom, a little stir at the entrance to the ballroom heralded the arrival of a man who quickly drove the little drab devil of ennui from his perch upon Mrs. Mis­ sioner's satin shoulder. The newcomer was a tall person, wearing the ordinary evening attire of gentlemen, with addition, however, of a showy turban that crowned his long black hair, like a wreath of snow upon a darkling mountain-side. It needed no second glance to tell Mrs. Missioner that they had already met. She knew it long before the Swaml's dark eyes swung their twin search­ light glance in her direction. Mrs. Missioner recognized readily the fnys- terious stranger of the opera box. It was the first time she had seen him since the night in which she dis­ covered the falsity of her jewels. For a moment, the sight of his swart face and piercing eyes recalled the pang with which she had learned of the loss of the Maharanee diamond. So It was with a most "gracious smile that she interrupted an Introduction by her hostess and said: "We have met quite recently," as she touched the tips of her white- gloved fingers to those of the Ori­ ental. She went on: "You see I am more composed than at our last meet­ ing; but then, I dare say, you were not troubled. Jewels, you know, mean so much to a woman." "Some jewels mean more, Mrs. Mis­ sioner," said the Swaml suavely. "I thoroughly understand the sense of loss--In fact, the bereavement that came upon you when you found that beautiful necklace was not what you had supposed It to be." "I rather imagine," Mrs. Missioner returned, "that you are not unfa­ miliar, with the fact that it was the loss of one stone among the many which really grieved me." "You are right, my good friend," returned the Swaml. "I will not pre­ tend to be ignorant of the value you attached to the central gem--the Ma­ haranee diamond. You are not alone--" He checked himself abruptly. "It was a stone which well might command af­ fection from its possessor. Time was when devotion would have been the word." They were strolling across the floor as they talked, and In a corner dis­ tant from the music the widow seated herself on a Louis Quinze ctytlr and said, almost coaxingly: "I feel pretty sure you know more about the history of that jewel than I do." "Indeed!" was the Swaml's only con­ cession. "Yes, indeed and indeed," said the widow, with a gay little laugh. "Of course, a sage cannot be expected to oocupy his thoughts with anything so frivoldus as a diamond, however beau­ tiful. Yet I am convinced that If you were to unbend from your meditations of the occult long enough to scan your memory, you would recall fpets In connection with it that would be very Interesting to me." "May I Inquire your reason for so thinking, dear madam V "It is a reasonable request on your part," she replied. "I remember my husband told me the stone had come from the treasure casket of the most beautiful queen in India--is not that why it is called the Maharanee dia­ mond?" "It would be difficult to explain the name of every great diamond In Kin­ dest a a," said the Swaml evasively. "Since your husband gave you a his­ tory of the stone, surely you cannot doubt its authenticity.?" "Oh, of course not," said the widow. "It is not in regard to Its more recent history that I am questioning you. I think you know not only all the tra­ ditions hinging upon It, but that you are also conversant with Its journey- ings through your native land before it became the possession of the Ma­ haranee from whom my husband bought it" "Really, Mrs. Missioner," replied the scholar, "I can Imagine nothing more delectable than to carry out your Slightest wish; but we of the East have things on which to concentrate our poor Intelligences that are too grave to make room even for so Inter­ esting a diversion as historical study among precious stones." "Come, now!" urged the widow. "Please search your memory again. Unbend, Mr. Philosopher." "Lest you think me churlish, I do recall that your famous diamond at one time was regarded with religious reverence by a large number of my min, I am not in sympathy with ldol4 atry. Therefore, I cannot tell you what degree of sanctity attaches to the stone in the eyes of those to whom It once belonged." Had anyone been standing immedi­ ately behind Mrs. Missioner'? chair in such a position as to look into the depths of the Oriental's eyes, tpdtead of gazing upward at them and so missing the angle of truth as Mrs. Missioner from her position could only do, he would have seen in those inky depths a gleam that belled the suave disclaimer of the priest Mrs. Mis­ sioner did not see It and It was with no sensatlou of discomfort, therefore, that she returned the Swaml's bow as he moved away to join a group of people. ^ Mrs. Missioner, in the most comfort­ able way in the world, laid her hand oa the arm of Curtis Griswold, and recrossed the floor to make up a set of lancers. She would have been un­ comfortable, indeed, and even the self- centered Swaml would have had a dim sense of something unusual, had they known that every word they exchang­ ed was overheard by another swarthy man in Occidental attire who stood behind a screen. The second Eastern­ er, he of the screen, gazed after Mrs. Missioner menacingly, and fixed his eyes the next moment on the broad back of the Swaml with a look freight­ ed with suspicion. He shrugged his shoulders after the manner of a Frenchman toned by long contact with Saxon restraint, and unpretentiously made a half-circle of the room until at a distance of a few yards he faced the turbaned scholar. His eyebrows lifted. The unspoken question was answered by an unnoticeable shake of the Swami's head. Further questions and answers flashed telepathlcally be­ tween those two pairs of vividly black eyes, and a little later the men them­ selves paused for an instant In pass­ ing--an Instant that was not too short for an exchange of words. "AB I told you. Prince," said the Swaml, "she was not a party to it" "Your proof?" "She believes her husband pur* chased it from Her Royal Highness-- its namesake." "And the other?" "He Is here." ."Watch him!" "Assuredly." "Are the disciples at work?" "They x&ust be finished by now. 1 expect the signal at any moment" "It is well." Griswold should have had one of the most enjoyable evenings of his life. Uncertain of her heart's atti­ tude toward Sands, eagerness to avert the problem for a few hours made Mrs. Missioner seem more willing to be monopolized by the clubman than she would have been under any other circumstances. Who so debonair as Griswold when he led the beautiful widow through the mazes of the square dance, or floated with her about the room to the melody of the Gitana waltz? Who mere worthy of the homage due a conquistador as he paraded the Wealthy woman's acquies- r A u , -S It ls gratifylnff to oote that the bfflj for the creation of a federal health! board win not be allowed to pass with-' out s protest Reports of organized: resistance come froqi all parts of the country, and it may be that the oppo­ sition will soon be sufficiently solidH fied to defeat a project that promises infinite mischief for the comnmnity.t and suffering and injustice for the in- dividal. ' The proposal is based upon those* specious claims that are notoriously* hard to controvert If a federal health board were to confine its Activities to the promulgation of salutary advice' upon hygienic matters, to the abate­ ment of quackery, and to the purity of, drugs, it might be possible to sayj much in its favor, although It would! still be difficult to ssy that such anf " organization Is needed. But we know! - p that it will attempt to do far more' -.i than this, seeing that its adherents' f 'Si have loudly proclaimed their inten- v||f tions. Indeed, there is no secrecy about them. H is confidently expected '-"-j that the board will consist of advo» i' t cates of one school of medicine only , end that the methods of that school! "||| will bo not only recommended, but. l|| enforced upon the nation. Indeed ai ^ board that was In any i?ay represents^ tlve of the medical profession as a< whole would be stultified by Its own 4 disagreements. Outside the domain , of simple hygiene, for which we need! ^ no federal board at all, there Is no! v j single point of medical practice upon' , " which allopaths, homeopaths, eclectics! ^ y and osteopaths could be in unison. ^ Any board that could be devised by . the wit of man must be composed of representatives of one school only, ?1 and this means that all other schools %% are branded as of an Inferior caste, ' even though nothing worse hsppened to them. And something worse would happen to them. If we are to establish a school of medicine, if we are to as­ sert that the government of the Unit­ ed States favors one variety of prac­ tice more than others, why not estab­ lish also a sect of religion and be­ stow special authorities upon Bap­ tists, Methodists and Episcopalians? An established school of religious' conjecture seems sopewhat less ob­ ject mo able than anestablished sect- of pseudo-scientific conjecture. 4. Those who suppose that a federal! board of health would have no conceits with Individual rights are likely to And themselves undeceived. It la for the purpose of interfering with Indi­ vidual rights that the proposal has- r ^ ^ been made. We need no special y 1 knowledge of conditions to be aware . XjiJ .i'J that what may be called unorthodox methods of healing have made sad In­ roads into the orthodox. Homeopathy claims a vast number of adherents who are just as well educsted and Just as intelligent as those who adhere to< the older Bchool. Osteopathy, eclecti­ cism, and half a dozen other methods of practice are certainly not losinc ground. Beyond them is the vast and increasing army of those who may bs classcd under ths scncrsi sst! name of mental healers. Those who are addicted to any of these forms of unorthodoxy need have so doubt to tbe purposes of the federal health board Those purposes are to make It difficult for them to follow their particular fads and fancies, to lead them, and if necessary to drive them, from medical unorthodoxy to SMdlaai orthodoxy. Now the Argonaut holds BO brief for any of the excesses and the super­ stitions connected with the care of the body in which this age is so rife. But it does feel concerned for the preser­ vation of human liberty and for that rights of the Individual to doctor hisa- self in any way be pleaaea so Song aa MM liil i3i -if • % ? oi -;£M cence to his open wooing the length he does not indubitably threaten the and breadth of the most brilliant and exclusive ballroom in Fifth Avenue? It was* not to be expected that Curtis, under such conditions, could be any­ thing but gay. He glittered. His con* vernation sparkled like the receiver of a wireless instrument. Little Dorothy March was so impressed by the ex­ ceptional gallantry and animation of the palpably delighted clubman--so deeply Impressed, in fact, that it was long ere the memory of that evening faded in more recent recollections of chocolate nougats and Forrest Theater matinees. Now. the question Is, would Curtis Griswold have been as light-hearted if he had known that a letter address­ ed to him was Intercepted at the door of this same mansion in Millionaires' Row by a swarthy gentleman of Ori­ ental aspect, who had dazzled the un­ suspecting district messenger with a tip of gleaming gold? Whether he would remains a question. Griswold never knew it, but Prince Kananda, after a swift persual of the note In a secluded smoking room, lost no t?me In letting the Swaml know it and It was worthy of note, though perhaps nobody noticed it, that within a very few minutes after their second meet­ ing in the ballroom, Prince and scholar took their separate leave of their host­ ess, and sped northwesterly in closed automobiles that raced neck and neck far beyond the speed limit Little society reporters, in frocks of hodden gray, scribbled for the city editions of the morning papers the in­ ternationally important information that the ball of that evening was one of the most brilliant successes of the season, and that it was graced by the attendance of an Oriental prince whose departure was hastened by ths receipt of a pressing cablegram from his royal father. (TO BB CONTINTJBUX) Could Tell His Lucky Days i «Un Who Creates Sensation it Monte Carlo Tslks of His Good Fortune. ^ . • * \ N-*rm Damborough." said a $lo«n- ington man, "is the sensation of the Riviera. He has been winning at Mon- te Carlo at ths rate of thirty or ^orty thousand a day. "Will told me last month, at the lOoraiiK'do •' • i *: ' 4". , that he attributed his good fortune to the fact that he could always teli his lucky days. "He said with a laugh that the first turn of the wheel told him everything. in its startling revelations the wheel, he said, suggested the young earl who fell in love with the pretty Monte Carol chambermaid. \ ' "The yonug earl found a Mont# Cad© fhpmfrwrnglil go jrrntftftlf Mpjt hs proposed to her and was, of course, accepted. So one night he took her motoring, and in the course of the ride he produced a bottle of chajnpagn?. " Til open it,' said the pretty cham­ bermaid. 'Oh, let me open It' "And while the car sped along the Corniche In the moonlight she un­ fastened the foil and wire and twisted out the huge cork so deftly that not a drop of the champagne escaped. "But the young earl pusfted rudely from him the pretty, smiling chamber- " "You have deceived me," he mut­ tered, hoarsely. 1 am not your first love.'" Csught the Lion's Eye. A middle aged man etopped In front of one of tbe lion cages in the Central park menagerie and gazed intently at the head of the old animal that was lying down near the Iron bars, prefaces the New York Sun. After keeping his eyes on the Inmate of the^age for several minutes he made passes with his hand-toward it The lion's head gradually went down onto hla pawa and he appeared to be asleep. "Great is sclencs!" the visitor said. "The books say one can hypnotize any wild beast if near enough to hold his eye while casting the spell, and I have succeeded." "Hypnotize nothing! That old lion has been blind In his near aye lor years," the keeper said. Day on Which Women Rule. Candlemas day is not celebrated In Holland much more thaa in Etoglaad. Words of Wisdom. When you have an elephant hand, and he wants to run away, ter let run.--Lincoln. oa bet- but its place la taken*by a tMttval unknown In this oountry, says ths London Globe. Slipper dsy In tho Netherlands is the one day In the year in which the Dutch woman claims superiority over her husband. On that day she rules him to her heart's content, and he generally obeys good humoredly enough. That la, unless she is one of those ladies oyt unknown in Holland or In any oth­ er county who aspire to complete rule over their unhappy partners through­ out tbv> year. health of the community. He may take largp doses or small ones, or no doses at all; he may be maaaaged, anointed with oil, or prayed over, just as the whim of the moment may die* tate, and probably it makes no par­ ticle of difference which he does. But he has the right to choose, just as to chooses the color of his necktie or the character of his underclothing. It to not a matter in which any wise gov­ ernment will seek to iuterefere. This is precisely the liberty that the health board intends to take from Orthodox medicine, conscious of Its losses, is trying to buttress Itself by federal statute, to exalt allopathy to the status of a privileged caste, and to create an established school of medicine Just as some other countries hsve allowed themselves to create sn established school of religion. It la for the common sense of the commu­ nity to rebuke that effort and to re­ pel an unwarranted Invaalon upon ele­ mentary human rights.--San Fms eteco Arpoasitl if \ Waiting ;&/-4 "Have you named your baby jwCf* j "NO," ik v'» "He's getting pretty old to be with­ out a name, isn't he?" ^ "Yes; but my wife wishes to (SS him Percival. and we're waiting t» find out whether he'a going to fcavo a I lisp." v *• ' .-tM' ¥•# '*• $ •.n a $3 -"r! , % • V Stan*. ' "You call this cake angel food.1* im£i the harsh husband. "Yes, dear,'" said the timid wifa, If the diet doesn't seem exactly what you want, here are some dsvfflwl ̂ craba."--Waahlngton Star. , Sounds Plauaible. . -Why do people spea* of a million?" **1 dont know, unless It's hsraaas * msn with a million dollars oaa teefe cool, no matter how high the coat of living soars." _ . .. r iT ' 1 CenelataMt ̂ J "Was that entertainment wt:a?*^j^||' ; i;- «fW a consistent piece of work?" "It was," replied the theater aum* ager. "The scene was located aa % > mythical tsiaud and we played ta> mythical auiiie^cea and Muariea.1* Mr. A fteat Her*. Hoapeck--Are you m & .;vpv who gave my wife a lot of tmpudeaeaff T - " Mr. Scraper--1 am, Mr. Heapeck--Sh**f V«R|» \ aero.---London ^Ttt-Bit*^ i . - .. ^ vS