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VES. £s OF EGYP. IC HABIT eda upon in memâ€" ead of the ay or Two Joorsâ€" Was ERBOCKER ELF. ane L N000 IKE A TY to Finance the Go Out Again. mer‘s Sharp PFD. it IVE DID XI reatem FE. ises Clay ft the * s $3 £. 2000 . whil at 8Sth 10R ir ALM a T nd he he h "No, Sylviaâ€"yes, my dear father was | '"t““i 't'“‘ s lost in a storm on the Chesepeake Bay. I l:iked” is W was with him, and was saved by Mr. “Wl'ul: sn Hunter. 1 moursed for my father many "C d m‘ years, but I got over it at last. That icture o:m was not what I meant. The sea has {’t I did :: been very fatal to me! Oh, my baby! | pq, u;) ali my sweet! my beautiful! my loving B Maud!:" exclaimed Augusta, dropping her head upon the child‘s shoulder, and sobâ€" Ellen, in bing as she had not sobbed for tem years. | wept. An o The little girl wound her arms around it was from "Was it your father and mother, dear lady *" f 3 fgh "Why do you weep, dear lady? _ Not for themâ€"they have been in heaven this ny a year." ‘:.\Iy child! my child! I, too, have lost a treasure in the seaâ€"a treasure, Sylvia, that will lie there till the day when the Lord shall command the sea to deliver up is dead!" The lady‘s eyes were streaming with tears. did not say intended. When all the child we The entrance Honoria _ gave the _ conversa {:rtially exp r bringin ehild. i OeA "Yes, I suppose so. I hope so," replied Mr. Hunter. "Mrs. Hunter has brought you to spend some time with us, my dear â€"has she not ?" "The lady brought me to stay a week, sir," replied the child, who, instinctively meeting his tenderness, nestled closely in the embrace of her unknown father. said Mrs. Lo serious . blue CHAPTER XIX. "I am pleased that you have brought this sweet little girl home with you, Augusta," said Daniel Hunter, as he reâ€" ceived his wife, adopted daughter, and, lastly, little Maudâ€"taking the latter tenderly by the hand, and leading her inâ€" to the sittingâ€"room. rle drew her beâ€" tween his knees, and untied her hood, and laid it off, while Mrs. Hunter and Miss Honoria went upstairs to take off their bonnets. The tea table was preparâ€" ed in the room, and Mr. and Mrs. Lovel were present, and spoke kindly to the little visitor. i % "A companion for Honoria, I suppose, Lovel and Miss Honoria, attended . Lovel, drove up to the Summit, ke some purchases and to bring tters from the postâ€"office. Mrs. commissioned them also to buy ringhams, Swiss muslin, lace, ribâ€" ud a little Leghorn hat, but she t say for whom these things were bringing _ the _ little _ gart the hall. And Miss Honoria rang which was soon brought in. nversa t xplaine norning Daniel Hunter rode orth side of the mountain, ry, from which his laborers stone, to build \~the new @ vhil Mrs. Hunter and Miss new impetus _ to e Mrs. _ Hunter »d _ the motive of e Mr. Lovel bent his earnestly upon the â€"and it seems to me as if I had seen her ' before, somewhereâ€"in a dreamâ€"I don‘t ’know whereâ€"and somehow it does not seem to me as if sheâ€"â€"" ! "Why do you stop, my dear?" "I was running on so foolishly, lady." "What were you going to say, love?" ’ "I was going to sayâ€"but it was so foolishâ€"I was going to say I did not | think she could have been drowned." The lady trembled all overâ€"she took the child‘s hand and led her to a chair, and sat down and encireled her with one arm, and dropped her forehead on her hand, and remained so several minutes ; at last, without raising her head, she }a-ked, in a low voiee: "What made you think so, child?" "I do not know whether it was the picture or not, ladyâ€"but as I looked at it I did think your little child must be still alive!" EP s mnol of the pictured eyes, until they seemed to be living, conscious eyes, returning her gaze and laughing at her, a smile stole over her features. "Why do you smile, Sylvia ?" "I don‘t know, lady; only it makes me feel so strangely to look into her eyes, and to feel her looking back; her eyes look as if they knew some secret that I don‘t, and were laughing at me about it â€"and it seems to me as if I had seen her : BP Py 1 1 And Mrs. Hunter arose and took the | child‘s hand and led her upstairsâ€"first | into a large, handsomely furnished bedâ€" room, where she said, in passing, "This is my chamber, Sylvia," and thence into l a small, wellâ€"lighted, beautifully arrangâ€" |ed room, furnished with a child‘s proâ€" | perty. * "Gome in, love. No‘one enters this Ir(mm but myself; they cannot bear to | do it, they say. Here are all little Maud‘s | things. ‘That is her portrait. They canâ€" not bear to look at it, or even at anyâ€" thing that belonged to her, because they loved her so much, and grieve for her so much. People must be very different «â€"â€"for 1 loved her more than anyone else didâ€"I mourn her more than anyone else does. I have never ceased to love nad grieve for her. Yet it is here, among memorials of her, that I come for comâ€" fortâ€"that I come to pray. Look at her little girl! Is she not lovely?" said Mrs. Â¥y o2 C NBE c h V 8 P "Little comforter, 1 ha the very weakness of m would not show it to a; while I hold you in my a you to my bosom, a peae contentment come to be a is incomprehensible; but that while you comfort you; that must not be! go with me, and I will dear child‘s portrait and things." ~depone o Eui apinies mm e weeping, because she could not prevent her from weeping. At last the lady‘s passionate fit of sorrow spent itself jand she raised her head and wiped away the last traces of her tears, and, kissing the child, she said: "Little comforter, I haye not wept so much for many years, and there are none that I could have borne to see me weep as I have you. She tried to comfort herâ€"earnestly, because her sympathy was so sincereâ€" silently, because she knew not what to sayâ€"clasping and kissing her neckâ€" pressing her face to her cheekâ€"kissing away the flowing tears, and, finally, dropping her head upon her bosom, and And the little girl sought to her. All the wounds of her heart seemed torn open, and bleeding afreshâ€"her grief seemed positively as keen as upon the first day of her bereavement. "Such a beautiful child she was, Sylâ€" via‘ Such a sweet, heavenly child! Such an angel! And she was drowned! she was drowned! Suffocated in the cruel waves, with none to save herâ€"while Iâ€" I, who ought to have been watching her â€"I was idling on the deck! My e%ild! My beautiful, sweet, loving child!" her little parlor, sat and open letter was in her hand ; u Father Goodrich, in answer CHAPTER xx t and the child. But the rurposely thrown into the and into shadow by her dark complexion, and dark er attitude in holding the in imy arms, and press , a peace and rest and > to be as perfect as it ble; but 1 am afraid comfort me, I sadden not be! Come, love, er, 1 have shown you is of my heart, as I .it to any other; and up in front of the her gaze to the will is shgwA y(m se and took the r upstairsâ€"first furnished bedâ€" 1 passing, "This and thence into all her little comfort my Ellen told the story of her arrest, trial and econviction, cumstantial evidence, Falconer listened in stern si til this part of the tale was when he broke forth, bitterly : 66 w e talic ns hoi 9ls ® ie P Een the dark and dreadful tragedy. Falconer threw himself upon at her feet, dropped his hot aln bing head upon her lap, and pr listen. Ellen dropped her head upon her hands, sobbing convulsively, and so passâ€" ed several minutes, until from the oppoâ€" site side of the room came a slow, heavy step, and a husky voice, saying: "Mother! tell me the whole story," Ellen repressed her sobs, calmed herâ€" self, and mournfully prepared to relate the datk mnd dreadiut +uh..3. The boy bounded like ther. _ Heâ€"your _ fatherâ€" ableâ€"excellentâ€"he died for another‘s crime." "My dear, dearest mother! You are in trouble, and I have been rattling on so. What is it? Is it the grocery bill?" "No, Falconer." "What, thenâ€"the taxes?" ""No, noâ€"it is nothing like thatâ€"" then, after a pauseâ€""Falconer, did you never wonder about and want to hear the history of your father?" In a moment the boy‘s face was as grave, as solemn, as her own. "Say, Falconer, do you never think about him?" "Mother, as far back as I can rememâ€" ber, I recollect missing himâ€"and being illâ€"and losing you for a timeâ€"and having you back again, but all that is like a very long past, confused dream. And much more distinctly than that do I remember Aunt Abishag telling me I must never ask about my father, and never as much as name him before anyâ€" body, much less before you. She has corntinued to tell me so all my life, but she never would tell me why. _ Now, dearest mother, open your heart to meâ€" tell me all about it. ‘Is he living? Did he go away and leave you? Open your heart to me, dear mother. I will be so prudent. Say, did he deceive and leave you?" "Noâ€"no, boy, you blaspheme! He was a saint, an angel, was your fatherâ€"the greatest blessing anrd glory of my life, but he was sacrificed, Falconer, he was sacrificedâ€"do you understand me?" Falconer did not. He fixed his large eyes searchingly upon his mother‘s counâ€" tenance, but could not make out her | meanin ; “Sacr%eed!" he reneated. vamnaly 4 "Put them away now. I have someâ€" thing to say to you, my dear Falconer." The seriousness of her tone struck him; he looked up, and for the first time no:. ticed the deep mournfulness of her counâ€" tenanceâ€"it impressed him so painfully that he jumped up and put away his books, and was at her side in a moment, full of affectionate attention. F 6c e n e oey en mety it! He didn‘t call it foolishness, but he talked wisely; he said it was a passion and a talent given me by the Creator for good purposes, that I must be faithâ€" ful to it, andâ€"andâ€"he gave me these," said the boy, throwing a packet of books on the table. "Why don‘t you ask me what they are, mother? What makes you so unsympathising?" "I am not unsympathising. I am glad to see you so happy. What is it, then*" "‘Cunningham‘s Lives of the Painters and Seulptors,‘ mother . And Mr. Hunter told me to pay close attention to the early struggles and perseverance of all successful artists." And Falconer put away his hat and gloves, and sat down ‘ and began to untie his books. "Put them away now. I have someâ€" ‘ thing to say to you, my dear Falconer." mm 90 00 i 20 Cld Dh c Potet at eiing PE . a6 less tender and truthful version." That was the reason why Ellen wept, that she must turn back for Falconer this dark s-ge is*their life‘s history. Maud, full of kappy reveries, had gone to bed. The colored people were nodding over their evening work in the kitchen. Fal¢oner, who had gone to the Summit that afternoon, had not yet returned. Ellen was waiting for himâ€"resolved to take that opportunity of quietness and solitude to tell him of the mournful past. It was early yet, not eight o‘clock, and she‘ heard the quick tramp of the boy‘s feet as he came running and bounding up the rocky ascent to the cotâ€" tageâ€"he threw the door open, and tnâ€" tered with a face radiant with youth and health and joy. \ "It was so pleasant, mother, to see the light of the little eottage window, streaming across the water as I came along. Did you expect me sooner, moâ€" ther? I should have been here half an hour ago, only I met Mr. Hunter at the Summit, and he engaged me in a talk, all about my wanting to be a seulptor, you know! _ And, mother, he did not talk as you and Aunt Abishag do about w * e x l e d d e e nte to hers asking his counsel as to whether she should accept Daniel Hunter‘s proâ€" posal to put her son to school. Father Goodrich directed her to accept the offer in the same spirit of kindness in which it was given. "Would you," he wrote, "prevent a man from making reâ€" paration for his sinâ€"were it even a sin? How much less should you hinder him from repairing what was his own, as well as your, calamity?" And further down the letter, he wrote: "But why do you keep the secret of his father‘s fate concealed from Falconer? He is now fifteen years old; tell him how his faâ€" ther died, and why; tell him at once; :'f you dJo not, some one else will, in a repeated, vaguely Inself upon the floor his hot and throbâ€" lap, and prepared to of her husband‘s innocentâ€"estimâ€" on the seatfold a wounded pan , upon cir silence, unâ€" is finished, Dr. W. R. Collingridge said he was married on July 24. Five weeks ago he was attacked by scarlet fever, and was removed to Ormside Fever Hospital, When he was taken to the hospital his wife went to stay with her father, Proâ€" fessor Klein, at Twickenham, and his mother went to Morland, where she died veg.suddenly from an apopletic seizure. s woiie returned to Morland on 8.: urday, Oct. 5. ‘Though she appeared better spirits than usual, she blamed herâ€" self both for having given him scarlet fever and being the cause of his mother‘s :::g, both of which were without founâ€" n. ’ BRIDE‘S TRAGIC REMORSE. A tragic story of a bride‘s unfounded selfâ€"accusations was told at the inquest at Morland, Westmoreland, on Saturday, on Eybil Florence Collingridge, twentyâ€" nine, wife of Dr. W. Rex Collingridge, son of the medical officer of health for London. Mrs. Collingridge was found dead from the effects of prussic acid poiâ€" soning, and the jury returned a verdict of suicide while insane. And _ Maud â€" stole her arms vp round his neck and pressed her head to him and entreated: Falconer put his~band round her and drew her head under his arm caressingâ€" ly, protectingly, but did not otherwise anewer her, or even look at her, or for an instant sheath his flashing glance. that was still turned toward Daniel Hunter‘s messenger, All were silent except Maud, who in a complete chaos of sorrow and amazeâ€" ment, stole from her seat to her brother‘s side and clasping him in terror, said: "Oh, no, noâ€"don‘t send that message â€"don‘t. What do you mean." "Thereâ€"you see what Mr. Hunter is anxious to do for you, and the assistance and patronage of a man like Daniel Hunâ€" ter will â€"make your fortune." Falconer received the note. and with lowering brow and curling lips glanced over its contents, Then springing up, he turned to the messenger and fiercely exâ€" claimed : "Go and tell your master that my ansâ€" wer is this!" He cast the note beneath his feet, and set his keel upon it, and ground it to the floor. The man stared in astonishment; Elâ€" len heard in grief and trepidation and little Maud in wonder and sorrow. "Yes!" continued Falconer, "go tell Mr. Hunter that last night. for the first time, I was made acquainted with all my family‘s wrongs. Last night. I learnâ€" ed for the first time, that through his obduracy alone my gmiltless father died a felon‘s deathâ€"lies in a felon‘s grave and his poor old mother lingers out her wretched days in a madâ€"house. Nor are my mother‘s nor my own wrongs forâ€" gottenâ€"not the least of which is, that he triee to force upon us obligations which, coming from him, would degrade us. Tell him that I am his bitter, imâ€" placable enemy. Tell him that I live to vindicate, to avenge my family. He may laugh at that, for he is a great politicianâ€"Iâ€"a poor boy. Let him laugh now; the time will come when he will not laugh!â€" for let him remember, that while he is growing old and weak, I am growing etrong, ard let him beâ€" | ware!" Sir. Hunter‘s note before Mrs. O‘Leary, bowed, and stood, hat in hand, waiting. Eilen took up and read the note with a softening countenance. It requested her decision upon the question of sending Falconer to college and an immediate answer. She finished it ard handed it over to her son, saying: Falconer started violently in the fact and looked threa the messenger, But John passed him resped Mr. Hunter‘s note before Mr bowed, and stood. hat in har t en q n o / ce aarg 5 BUCH, Maud and Falconer were seated at the breakfast table, there was heard a rap at the door, Ellen said: "Come in." And the latch was lifter, and John the messenger from Howlet Hall, enâ€" tered, bowing. q100 0000 CCCR CCMETI 1 PNATOW TRHCM into the fire, or send them back to him." He held them poised in his hand a few moments and then cast them upon the table, saying, "I will send them back to him." And then, exhausted by the veâ€" hemence and impetuosity of his passion, the boy flung himself down upon a stool, and buried his facé in his open palms and sat silent and motionless until Elâ€" len lighted the candle and placed it in his hands and bade him: "Goodâ€"night." Then he arose, and put his arms around his mother‘s neck and kissed her and silently went to his room. And Elâ€" len retired to here, where, sleeping the sweet sleep of peace and innocence, lay { Maud. famndnl CC C/q L WKeS., eCHf , KnG to the familyâ€"a suggestion that was met by the excited youth with such a torrentâ€"such a storm of impetuous, imâ€" passioned denunciation and invective, as terrified the weak mother into silence. In striding distractedly about the floor, Falconer‘s eyes fell upon the packet of books given him that afternoon by Mr. Hunterâ€"his eyes flashed forth againâ€" he seized the parcel exchaiming: "To degrade me by an obliss.tion like this. ‘To deerade masman + uPL LCC .OAE thtdwum{‘ ned her poor boy could ever, even ‘if lived longâ€"enough, acâ€" complish any of the Quixotic vengeance threatened upon the worldâ€"renowned statesman; but she wae alarmed for her son‘s immediate interests; she feared that Falconer would spurn all the offers of Daniel Hunter to assist and advance him. She dared not now even mention Mr. Hunter‘s wish to place her boy at collegeâ€"ahe only ventured to suggest that in refusing to grant a reprieve to OTLeary, Daniel Hunter had acted from a high sense of dutyâ€"and that since }hei.r; bereavement he had been very kind next morning early, cioX m s started violently, grew red and looked threateningly at 1 him respectfelly, laid u/d spurn all the offers to assist and advance not now even mention h to place her boy at _ ventured to suggest to grant a reprieve to Hunter had acted from as Ellen, | _ According to HMennenhoffer‘s â€" state. | ment he himself admitted the Countess | Hochberg to the royal nursery where tha baby Alexander was lying. She was ‘dmped in white to conceal her figure amd wore a white mask. The maids and nurses had all been seat away by preâ€" [vim..-' arrangement, and while they wore _ ou‘, of the room she tool: the royal baty from. the cradie and put in its place the sickly. illegitrmate child of a peasant girl, the substituted child having been firs‘ poisoned to ensure speedy death, _ Hennenhoffer waited outside the nurâ€" sery for the Countess‘ return and '.\'hexd sh> came took from her the young prince. He placed him first in charge | of a nu in a neighboring castle and then later\removed him to Falkeahaus, near Anspach in Bavaria. The child was kept there in close confinement until he H in the way of nn‘y atte gate the story, and later Mennenhoffer‘s death, se tezs and memoirs. _ If the sons of Stephanie could be preâ€" vented from succeeding to the throne the only obstacle to the accession of Countâ€" ess Hochberg‘s children was Prince Louis, uncle of Charles, who could readily be inâ€" duced to raise the boys to the rank of princes of the blood and so make them heirs to the throne, Therefore when the two sons of Stephanie died in their infancy it was only natural that gossip should tax the morganatic wife with the responsibility for their death or disâ€" appearance, Une of the chief conspirators with the Countess Hochberg was Mejor Hennenâ€" hoffer, the story of whose participation in the affair was first published by Seil eÂ¥ sBORE 1843 KHHeF i. e+nmine ."oa C o ons meue on One of the boys died when less than a year ( fate of the other, the litt] ander, who, it was officia died on the fourteenth d that forms the connectior house of Baden and the m par Hauser, The story begins with old Grand Duke Charles Frederick, who died in 1811 and was twice married, his son by the first union, Prince Charies, being the heir apâ€" parent, After the death of his wife he married, morganatically, Mile. Geyer, on whom he conferred the title of Countess Hochberg. She bore him several sons. Prince Charles shortly before he sueâ€" ceeded to the title of Grand Duke marâ€" ried Stephanie Beauharrais, niece of Emâ€" press Josephine" of France. They had tive children, two boys and three girls. ebn o n E20 0 g 20 & l | . Grand Duke Frederick is dead and his |son has succeeded to the throne of | Baden. The new Grand Duke is now 50 and is not robust; in fact, 20 years ago |he was re rted to be dying of tuberâ€" _| culosis, 'I{: Grand Duchess is 44, and they are childless. On the death of we present occupant the throne will r;v!; to his cousin, Prince Maximilian, of anâ€" otheaneoftbelncientlouuolB.b:. This leads the superstitious 5 subjects to wondn;l if the |piri‘tm:;l§.;a- Hauser is completing its revenge, for lt,h‘erro is a belief cnrr:gt in the Grand Duchy that the fihoat of the “my-hrioul- ly persecuted child of Europe" has apâ€". peared in the royal bedchamber of the castle at Carlsruhe at every accession of a new Grand Duke with the warning that the line that supplanted the heirs of Stephanie should come to an end in the third generation. Kaspar Hauser is a name not sfioken in Baden, and no books are published here about him. "Who is Kaspar Hauser?" asked the American at the pension table. "Gottes Liebe!" cried the loyal misâ€" tress at the head of the table, dropping the dish she was passing, "Shut the witâ€" dow, that the police may not hear." Further inquiry led the American to the bookstore. +_"If we displayed a book on Kaspar Hauser," said the bookseller, "our stock would be confiscated and our shop probâ€" ably closed before night. As a matter of advice I would say restrain your curiosâ€" ity, for men who have asku{ that quesâ€" tion have been escorted to Basel or beâ€" yond the border of the German Empire." | The stone over the grave of this mysâ€" | terious person bears this inscription: His jacte Gasparus Hauser £a ‘ aenigma suis ' ‘FT w temporis, ignota sb 2 j g nativitas, l axi1 cecculta mors, AlEl “ MDCCCXxx111. - Kaspar Hauser‘s Ghost a & Grandâ€" Dukes. "*/,. seter pisten 1 his information Major Hennenhoffe the boys died of convul than a year old. It is CURSE COMING TRUE. storyâ€"procuring all the wore pul on sale and , putting every obstacle any atteinpt to investiâ€" ie little Prince Alex. ()“i(‘i:_l“.v' announced rament attempte er. at the time of sceizing all his letâ€" ccuring all the l on sale and day of his life, on between the mystery of Kasâ€" Anue6 i0 naye m while in the ffer Although diy an advenâ€" i many of his y the zeal with #jor Hennen participa thion i»hed by Seil , niece of Emâ€" . They had d three girls. f convuisions sons the Apâ€" he fhey sds o oom e Meorrae marksmanship. ‘The population is undnrm’ three and a half millions, yet there are 86500 such associations, with over 200,â€" 000 members. On this basis we should have over 2,500,000 members of rifie elubs instead of only 60,000.â€" Court Journal, â€" . s)°°AmSUIC (raining. Every Swiss from his twentieth to his fortyâ€"fourth year is liable to military training. Very useful work is accomplished in Switzerland by rifle clubs, which are encouraged by the Btate for the purpose of improving ml.rbmnhiz‘l The population is under three and a f millions, yet there are 86500 such associations, with over £200,â€" 000 members. On this basis we should [ Defenders of Switzerland. The report of the party who went from this country to «study the military system of Switzerland wili doubtless be uranimous on one pointâ€"that we have much to learn from the little republic, From the age of ten all boys go through a compulsory physical and gymnastic course until they are sixteen, ard after that age for four years u.ezi have to take up rifle shooting in ition to nastic training. Every Swiss from fiis twentieth to his fortyvâ€"fourth vear is the bad blood with grood b‘~ad and Inbor will be a nlesurs _ <Dr, Wilâ€" liams‘ _ Pink Pills make purs, _ red biood.~ That is why they cure »naemia, rhenmatism, kidney trouble, indigection, heart pailnitation and the nerve racking ills of girlhood and womanhond. Sold by all medicine «dealers or Iby mail at 30 covts a box or six boxes for ©2.50. from The Dr, Williams Co., Prockville, Ont. treated me for several mor instead of improving Iâ€" es grew worse. â€" I wasted awa; to a skeleton and really th was going to die. One day returned from the villawe wit The life of any constant traveller is always a hard one, but those whose work compel them to take long tireâ€" some drives over rough roads, exposâ€" ed to all conditions of weather, are in constant danger of losing their health. The extreme heat of summer or the piercing winds of winter sap their strength, the kidneys _ become diseased _ or â€" rheumatism sets _ in. . What is needed to withstand thini hardship is rich red bloodâ€"the pure blood that Dr. Williams‘ Pink Pills | ‘|alom- can make. _ These pills are the | travellers‘ neverâ€"failing friend. Conâ€" | cerning them, Mr. George Dalpe, _ of ' 8St. Eloi, \Que., says: "I am a grain dealer, and _ am obliged to make freâ€" quent trips, sometimes very _ tiring. I returned home from one ‘of these | trips last summer very much fatigued. | I _ was overbeated â€" and tried _ to ' cool and rest myself by lounging on | the verandah till late "at night, I , caught cold and the next day I did | not feel at all well, I had a headâ€" ache, pains in my stomach and was | very weak, I went to see a doctor but he said I would be all right in a | day or so, so I started on another |4 trip. I had not gone far before N 1. felt very ill and had to return home . and go to bed. I had chills, head. l ache,. pains in my stomash and Ii1l |1 Dr. Williams‘ Pink Pills Came to the "It was not until after Louis‘ accesâ€" sion. in 1818 that I gradually discovered what I would never have known. The letter which I give into your charge was received by me just after midnight June 5, 1828. "I immediately sent in m resignaâ€" tion, but it was iot acce ted.y'l\e offiâ€" cial reports concerning tie Prince were of oucru nature as made it evident thet he could not be put in c:;oeuion of his rights. He was descri as & fi:;on crippled and ruined in mind and * \ “’.l):herefore, considering the welfare of 1 the State as of more importance than |‘ the interests of a dynasty. 1 beld my | peacc. * * * Major Hennenboffer, f whom I consider my evil genius, knows | more about this matter than I do." | Amother significant act of the ruling house was the publication in 1875 of whas was considered a royal edict upon | the matter. This was the court record ! relating to the baptism, death and postâ€" mortem examination of the young Prince, alleged to have been abducted. Just how worthless this refutation was | appears when it is considered that the â€" Hennenhoffer story provides for the | death of an infant. How any record of | baptism, death and autopsy could prove | the lidentity of a baby with the one born to the Duc fore is not Supplementing this was the deathbed statement of Von Berstett, who was a member of the Cabinet of Baden in 1828, and who received the note. Von Berâ€" stett‘s statement is addressed to â€"a Frince," who is not named, and is in these words: ONTARIO ARCHIVES TORONTO pie P ols d eeet â€" CETC BV" duction. This note was addressed * Lo My Government" and read as follows : "In Nuremberg last month everything gone wrong. Take measures that the peace of nx Grand Duchy be not disâ€" turbed by this event." Ome of these is an nutotnph letter written June 5, 1828, a week after Kasâ€" pa: Hauser appeared in Nuremberg, by the Grand Dute Louis, uncle of Charles, anl the man who profited by the abâ€" Wiuc uit is ima s ~_ o1 J 8 Aurich a pamphlet containing two docuâ€" ments, the £nuineness of which has nev«r been disproved. Recent investigations appear to have supported this story. Alexander Von Artir published a few years ago at Zurich & pamuhlet containine t+wa Aams.. ;ppcued to the world at Nuremberg as a esn iwp C > M Pasabe Wds c t c oc di i P d d c the Duchess Stephanie a few days beâ€" BADLY RUN DoOwn. The aid After Doctor‘s apparent n imy stomaeh a doctor came to I was overworked for several mont improving _ Iâ€" con end the Baden "1°~* TONE! Toads, exposâ€" ’ iditions of weather, are | danger of losing their extreme heat of summer $ winds of winter sap | ‘, ~the kidneys _ become | rheumatism sets _ in. | eded to withstand this I h red bloodâ€"the pure Dr. Wylhms’ Pink Pills | members of rifle pocd b‘oad and | ire . {PDr. . Wilâ€" ke â€" pure, _ red y cure onaemia, ible. indigestion, e nerv®â€"racking ankood. Sold by by amail at 50 for ©2.50. trom hy as sile reconym and bs to see me ught my + men wife Fhe said mener | ‘The warden of the Central Prison saym **° j that not one in fifty of the young conâ€" their l\'icts sent to that institution have a m:':; trade. Thut. raises the presumption that come 'the possession of a trade tends to preâ€" in | vent crime. It is not only the fact that this | the possession of a trade qualifies a g‘fi: person to earn a living by some spocial ) the | exertion of endeavor, but the life discipâ€" Con: | line acquired in learning it helps to bnild He | The effect of last s it | now being severcly fel Hy ’nnecud in the market ""; | throughout the count ife | fodder for stock, and tpâ€" ?ll’! anxious about the ** | were so poor that dair :,:' 'P\lt on winter ratiane the | The surplus of copper im ~store disâ€" I’timmd at 111,000 tons net. In Ok bed the stocks were reduced 14,000 to! :. & itlmt there is still a margin on whic §28, (mand may call. straw $10 and upward, while oats are in the sixties, cattle feeding becomes an expensive business. The dairyman who has silo accommodation, and who proâ€" vided a feed crop to store away, is forâ€" tunate indeed. Many are not so happily situated, and some are sacrificing their herds or reducing them., Thore is a diminution in the mill supply, and it is likely to be more severely folt. Butter, which is already so high as to be a severe tax on the honamlâ€"aamar seÂ¥ __a â€",______ _ """ _ SV0ck, and many dairymen are anxious about the future. Pastures were so poor that dairy herds had to be put on winter rations some time ago, and in many barns the stock on hand for winter feeding is quite inadequate. With hay as high as $20â€"in Toronto it is quoted as high as $22 to $24â€"and witaw B1D and immme® ceteur coel. dos |United States within the last few by contributing to the feelings of and apprehension that go to p panic and precinitata mrieas G1.. President Roosevelt has, it . come to realize that his bi «peeches had not a little to do « |ereasing the financial difficulties ’uy Comtributing to the feelings of doubt and apprebension that go to produce panic and precipitate crises. Some leve}â€" beaded friends have reached his ear, and he will cease to play the role of bull in the china shop. And if he has made such a resolution, the United States business and financial interests have reason to be thankful. up character [ A United States contemporary desâ€" cribes in cartoon President Rooseâ€" velt‘s role in the financial panic as the fellow who rocked the boat, imâ€" | périlling others‘ lives. And it is apt, persons in Augusta and other towns in Kerncbeec County have resolved to abâ€" stain from beef for ten days and to deâ€" The publishing of ghost stories has beâ€" come a serious matter, ‘The grave jud yes of the Supreme Court have held that the Winnipeg Free Press must pay £1,000 damages to the owner of a certain house which it said was haunted. Just as if a real ghost wasn‘t worth a mint of money to the property. We very much doubt if the suppresâ€" sion Of meetings intended to promote agitation in India will meet the needs of the hour, To draw the fires, or furnâ€" ish an outlet for the energy generated, would seem to be a wiser course than to sit on the safety valve, General has been doing some thinkâ€" ing. @1 come after the judgment day." The Wheat buying in tite Woest is slow, The buyers say that money to move the crop is lacking, and the softness of the wheat and the consequent diffficulty of grading it offer serious problems, that <eware of th * Crop to store away, is forâ€" xd. Many are not so happily d some are sacrificing their ducing them. â€" There is a severcly felt, and is the market prices, ay noed 9 & a. W ICORa@zas Bqisoate learning it country are short of little to do with inâ€" il difficulties of the n the last few weeks educed 14,000 tons, so a margin on which deâ€" season‘s drouth is is helps to build i At strongly Farmers Appears, ber F j . BA