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13 was getting dark in Paria one day a few years ago when a little man, with a face like an owl's, slouched into the police station in the Quartier Mouffetard and handed a crumpled, but sealed, note to one of two men who were filling the almost furnitureless office with a very poor quality of tobacco smoke. "Are you sure you have delivered this to the right person?" asked the recipient, holding up the note and looking closely at the messenger, who was about to make himself scarce without much ceremony. "I am. You are M. le Ferret. I have seen you often," and the speaker displayed twe rows of discolored teeth in the grin that followed his reply.

Then, while the detective was opening the letter, he skipped away and was gone in a jiffy.

Hello! Here is something that promises a trail!" exclaimed Le Ferret, looking at his companion. "What is it?"

The second speaker was a certain Dr. Corcassin, who, though handsome and well up in his profession, was not much trusted in difficult operations on account of his love for absinthe and kindred beverages. "A woman is dead in the Quartier St. Martin, Rue Monbrule, No. 1," answered the detective "I am vented there. Will you go along, doctor

Dr. Corcassin knocked the ashes from his pipe and tossed it into the smokingbox on the table! "If I mistake not," said.he, "No 1 Rue Monbrule is a hotel kept by Mme. Sunflower."

You are right, doctor," smiled Le Ferret. "I haven't crossed its threshold since I was called there, five years ago, to set a limb to one of madame's lodgers—a beautiful young girl, who said Bhe had been run down by a due's carriage. Her name was

Never mind that. Come along," broke in the detective, who knew that his companion was inclined to become garrulous when he got Btarted. "You are going to have another patient, though a dead one, at Mme. Sunflower's."

M. Topin, or La Ferrfct, as he was called, relapsed into silence the moment he had entered the fiacre whioh was to convey himself and the doctor to the Rue Monbrule.

Half a dozen times Corcassin attempted to draw him out, but he failed, and at last he fell to watching the sleuth from his corner.

Topin was trying to answer a mental question which bothered him very much, it was simply this: "How did the bearer of the note know where to find me?"

As the fiacre rattled through the streets of Paris he became deeply entangled in the mental maze, and by the time the driver turned into the Rue Monbrule he was ready to give up the conundrum.

When the vehicle had been brought alongside the curb, Dr. Corcassin had to shake Topin out of his abstraction, but the next moment the detective was himself, and led the doctor into Mme. Sunflower's hotel.

They were met by a perfect giantess, who scowled at the doctor and met Topin with an indignant look. "Where is she?" asked the detective. "Where is who?" flashed the proprietress. "The dead woman."

Mme. Sunflower burst into a laugh. "I have no dead woman here," she cried. "Come, M. Topin—I know you, you

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winked." Dr. Corcassin was inclined to join in with the woman's laugh, but the determination displayed on the detective's countenance held him back. "We will see," said Topin quietly. "I have been here before. I know the house. IIow many boarders have you madame? Give me a list, the one you are compelled to keep for the police."

Thoroughly frightened, the proprietress of the place grew very pliable, and, with the list in his hand, Topin climbed the steps, followed by the doctor and Mme. Sunflower.

The hotel was one of those tall and gloomy houses that infest the Quartier St. Martin. Its upper floor seemed near the sky, and it was the one to which the detective led his companions without halting. 'Jeanette Belle Prune, aged 23, born in Paris, room No. 11, third floor,'" read Topin from the list in his hand, and a moment later he halted before a door oa whioh the figure 11 was diacernable by the gas jet in the cramped corridor

He tried the door. It was locked. "Open it," he said to Mme Sunflower. The woman, with aimoet colorless face, produced a bunch of keys and obfeydci* "My God!" cried Mme. Sunflower, reooiling againBt Dr. Corcassin, whom she thumped against the wall. "La Belle Prune is deadl Who told you, M. Topin?"

The detective paid no attention to the hysteric giantess. He was already bending over the young woman lying on the floor in the middle of the room. Her arms were outstretched and her hands tightly clinohed. There was a wild stare in the open eyes, and the

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without it, would have beenbeautiful. This woman haa been poisoned, said ffnrraanin. after a moment's look, and at tbe last word Mme. Sunflower broke out into another wild cry. "What do you know about her?" asked M. Topin, addressing the proprietress of the hotel, while Dr. Corcassin continued his investigations. "Her name ia Jeannette Belle Prune, or La Belle Prune, as ahe is called, She has been here eight months." "What ia her occupation?" "She is a maskmaker." "Who is her employer?" "I don't know." "Did she work here?" "Sometimes." "What about her lovers?"

Mme. Sunflower smiled. "She had several, sir," said she. "Who are they?" "First there is a fellow named 000- laChat "A thief!" interrupted the defective. "I know him." "I don't know about that, monsieur. La Belle Prune seemed to think a good deal of him." "Go on. What about the next lover. "Oh, he was better than Cooo, it seems. At least he bad more money. La Belle Prune UBed to come home in a carriage." "Alone?" "No. He came along." "What is he like? Of course you have seen him, Mme. Sunflower, for your eyes were not placed in your heaa for nothing." "I' saw him but once, in the carriage, under the gas—not a good view, you know. He is about 40, and looked atrikingly like the late emperor."

At this moment Dr. Corcassin concluded his investigation. "This is the woman whoee limb I set in this house five years ago," said he, pointing at the corpee.

M. Topin looked at Mme. Sunflower. "Do you hear that?" he said. "You have told me that La Belle Prune has been here but eight months. Madame, are you going to lie to the police?"

The detective's look and words almost drove the big woman to the wall. "She was here five years ago, but she went away. Eight months ago she came back."

Topin smiled at the woman's cleverness. The following moment Mme. Sunflower was dismissed with sundry admonitions, and detective and doctor were alone. "A strange and subtle poison has been at work here," said the latter, whose knowledge of toxicology was thorough. "Ten yean ago, while I was practicing in Venice, I investigated the workings of this powerful death agent. Three young women were found dead, on separate nights, in their gondolas on the Grand canal. I became convinced that all three murders were the work of the same hand, though the Venetian police did not think so. I secured the service of a well-known French detective, then in Venice, but a week later he was found dead in a palace on the Rialto—killed by the same poison! I knew what that meant, and not long afterward I left the city of the Doges and came to Paris. M. Topin, La Belle Prune is another victim of the poisoner of Venice. The "hand that killed so mysteriously in the gondolas and the palace is at work here. My investigstions have told me that you will have to deal with an aristocratic poison—one which has never fallen into the hands of common killer. The possessor of it has blue blood in his or her veins the the poison came down by inheritance. Find the secret-holder and you have the slayer of La Belle Prune."

It was not long after Topin and the doctor had left Mme. Sunflower's establishment that the body of the unfortunate mask-maker was in the clutches of the proper authorities and at the morgue.

Dr. Corcassin went to his favorite wine shop, and between abeinthee noted down the occurrences of tbe laat few hours, with a view to assisting the teetimony he was expected to give before long. When he had taken enough be buttoned his coat to the chin and walked out. "What do you mean by running over me?" exclaimed a raspy voice as the doctor ran againat a person he had not seen. "I beg pardon, monsieur." Then he looked again. "Ho! I want you!" And before the individual addressed could get away he was fast in Corcassin's clutches. "What do you want with me?" cried the doctor's prisoner, who was dwarfish and had the countenance of an owl. "I want to take you to M. Topin. You are the person who brought him the letter that informed him of the death of La Belle Prune."

The owlish man twisted, squirmed and protested, but it did no good, and soon he was flying in a fiacre toward a part of Paris where doctor expected to find fieFerret. During the ride the prisoner maintained a dogged silence he sat biting -his lips in the comer, and glared at the doctor whenever he got an opportunity.

At last the fiacre drew up befor a com-monplace-looking building in the Rue Grenadier, and Dr. Corcasein helped bis charge up two flights of steps to a back room, where they found Topin in the act of quitting the house. "This is luck," said the detective's eyes the moment they saw the doctor and his prisoner, and then he looked steadily at the latter for several seconds. "Where did she give you the letter at he suddenly asked.

Tbe question seemed to surprise the owl-faced man. He supected a trap his look said so. "How did she know where to find me?" continued the detective. "She gave me the letter on the stre%. and told me to take it to the police station of the Quartier Mouffetard," said the man at length. "She was near the station then. She had just been driven past it and she called to me from the carriage." "You know her?"

The prisoner shook his head. "I do not," cried he, croesing his breast, "I am Col-de-Cocon. I get my bread honeetly by doing errands for the many. What have I done that I should be ca~ Iht by monsieur la docteur and brout before you?" "Lei. aim go," said the detective, and the moment Col-de-Cocon found himself at liberty he bounded away and disappeared.

The next day and the next, nothing new came to light in the myeterious affair of La Belle Prune. The remains of the poor maskmaker were consigned to the potters' field, and Dr. Corcassin tried to forget her over his absinthe.

A week later occurred the magnificent dedication of the Grand opera house, an event for which the elite of Paria had been preparing for six months. M. Topin, the deteotive, was still at work on the trail he had found in thejipper room of Mme. Sunflower's hote^Ji

On the night of the .p*mng of the superb temple above mentioned, a closed fiaroe was seen standing in the gutter near the grand entrance.

The curtains of the window of the vehicle next to the theater were alightly

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drawn, and the strangely contrasting faoss of Mma Sunflower and Col-de-Cooon (the Ooooon) were pressed against the glass, 'Their eyes saw everybody who alighted from the stylish equipages.

Suddenly tbe occupants of the fiacre uttered a startling cry in unison. "It ia die!" exclaimed the ooooon. "That is the man!'* cried Mme. Sun-

The handsome and well-dressed couple who had been the cause of theee exclamations entered the Opera house, and the fiacre was immediately driven -away. Col-de-Cocon had reoognized the lady who had given him the note for the detective, and Mme, Sunflower had picked out La Belle Prune's distinguished-look-ing lover.

That night Le Ferret and Monsieur le Docteur had a merry time over several bottlee of green, seal. "Make no mistake," said Corcassin. "One will ruin you. You are nearly at the top round of the ladder." "I know," smiled Topin. "I don't propose to drop to the foot bjr "a blunder. Madame is one of tbe beauties of Paris, and monsieur is a candidate for the chamber of deputies. Both have choice blood in their veins. Madame was once a favorite in Venetian society. What is the matter, doctor?" You'll havejmother glass, won't you?" C—J

Dr. Corcassin's hand shook as he raised the glass to his lips. "You know I don't like Venetians," said he, with a smile. "The three women poisoned in the gondolas and the deteotive killed at tbe palace settled me with the Italian people. I wouldn't go back to the city of the Doges for all its. wealth and splendor." "Not if you knew the secret poisoner was in Paris?".

The dootor shuddered and drained his glass. "Gods! then I'd quit Paris!" he exclaimed. "But you don't tell me "I tell you nothing," broke in Topin. "Wait and see," and buttoning his coat to the chin, he walked from the cafe, leaving Corcassin to wonder what his strange words meant.

It was precisely 3 o'clock the following day, when a well dressed and good looking gentleman was admitted to one of the swell hotels of Paris. Everybody knew that it was occupied by M. Girardin and his beautiful wife, who, near 40, did not look past 25. The couple had the entree to the most distinguished circles of Paris, and were frequenters of the rather gay republican court just then in the first flush of its existence.

Monsieur wss wholly French, while madame had that peculiar beauty of the aristocratic Italians which is the distinguishing mark of the women of thatr country.

The caller whoee card had conveyed to Mme. Adele the name of M. Augusts, purchaser of bric-a-brac for the elite, was shown into the handsome parlor, where he was received bj^ the fascinating mistress of the house. In a short time he was on pleasant terms with Mme. Girardin, who rather euddenly proposed to show her visitor Borne of the rarest wine in Paris.

Her eyes seemed to sparkle anew, and when the wine was brought in Bhe opened the bottle with her own fair hands and filled M. Auguste's goblet. A moment later madame excused herself for a time, and the buyer of bric-a-brac was alone. "Will monsieur step'

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The bric-a-brac purchaser smiled coolly. "I am going to let my friend Dr. Corcassin examine it," was the reply.

Mme. Adele gave another horrified look and sprang to her feet. "Let me explain, madame," continued M. Auguste, rising and clutching her wrist. "You know me. You recognized me the moment I entered your presence. I am Monsieur Topin, of the secret police. I want the poisoner of La Belle Prune, your husband's last victim—to say nothing of the three women and the ^detective of Venice. You dared me to find you out by sending Col-de-Cocon to me with information of your last crime. I took the dare, madame, and that is why I am here. You have mingled the Bubtile Italian poison with my wine. I heard your step as I left the parlor to inspect Susette's vase—a shrewd thought of yours. The wine to Dr. Corcassin, yourself to La Rouqetto. How do you like the prospect?"

Sbe stood motionless and quiet before the Ferret of Paris. "I am the fool of the drama," she suddenly exclaimed. "My mistake has been in underrating your abilities. I have dealt with the Venetian police. They are nothing. To La Roquette, M. Le Ferret. If La Belle Prune had had a thousand lives, I would have taken them all."

The gay city could not sleep that night for discussing the arrest of the beautiful Mmej Girardin for murder. As ber friatpry came out bit by bit, to he^husuand's astonishment she became^* new Borgia, whose career of secra death, born under Italian skies, had just begun to flourish in Paris.

The trial was sensational and eventful. Paris saw Mme Suuflower and Col-de-Cooon side by side in court. It heard the confessions of M. Girardin, who expressed no sorrow for the death of Jeanette Belle Prune, and the mob followed from the tribunal to La Roquette the van that carried the poisoner of France.

In the end the guillotine missed ite natural prey, for Mme Adele was one morning found on her cot, dead, and in her hand was clutched an empty wineglaBB, over which Dr. Corcassin learnedly ahook his head and drew a long breath of relief when he thought of what might have happened if the poisoner had discovered him.

How He Got Even.

A young lady broke off her engagement with a suitor when a wealthier lover appeared upon the scene. She wrote to ber old lover requesting him to return a photograph. Here was a chance for revenge, which he took by sending her the following note: "I would gladly comply with your request, but if I do will spoil my euchre deck. I have a 00 lection of photographs which I use fov playing cards, and I do not want to break it by giving away the queen of dia«nonda. —[Waverly Magazine.

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spect my purchase?" said a woman's voice at the door, and the visitor saw the pretty face of madame's maid. "Madame will not return for a minute, and my chamber is near at hand."

M. Augusts left his untested wine and joined the girl. She showed him a unique specimen*of pottery on her mantel, got his opinion of its age and worth, and escorted him back to the parlor.

As he seated himself madame came in. She. looked more beautiful than ever. The next moment, with a sang-froid that was startling in its very coldness, M. Augusts drew a phial from an inner pocket and began to empty his wine into it. The eyes of M. Girardin's wife seemed ready to start from head. She became the color of marble. "In God's name, what are you going to do*with your wine, monsieur?" she exclaimed.

THI FAMOUS "AUHHU KICKHL"

Editorial Lib ia the Ite Wtrt Has It* Upa aad Btwit. We extract tbe following items from the last issue of the Arizona Kicker:

THE LAST STRAW.—For the laat six months Major Davis, of this burg«has lost no opportunity of abusing us and boaating of what he would do if we did not atepjoftly. The resson for this conduct lies in the fact that the Kicker not only called him a hone thief, but proved him a bigamist besides. Last Saturday the major, who has no more right to that title than a mule has to that of "professor," borrowed a shotgun and gave out that he had camped on oar trail, and meant to riddle our svatem with buckshot oh sight. Word was brought to us, and, although we were busy at the time superintending our combined weekly newspaper, harness shop, grocery, bazar, and gun store (all under one roof and the largest retail establishment in Arizotaa), we laid aaide our work and went over to Snyder'e saloon in eearch of the major. We found him, and we gave him such a whipping: as no man in this town ever got before. He lies a broken and stranded wreck on the shores of time, so to speak, and the doctor aaya it will be six weeks before he will find any more trails or do any more camping.

SLIPPED A Coo.—In company with, the elite of thip neighborhood we were invited to the adobe of Judge Graham last Thursday evening to witneea the marriage of County Clerk Dan Scott to the beautiful Arabella Johnson, only daughter of the aristocratic widow Johnson, of Bay Horse Heights. The widow had made a spread worthy of the days of Cleopatra, and Dan had on a new suit sent by express from Omaha for the occasion. Everything passed off pleasantly until 8 o'clock, at which hour the bride was discovered to be missing, and investigation soon brought out the fact that Bhe had gone dead back on Dan and Bkipped the tra-la, whatever that is, with a bold oowboy named French Jim. She left a message to the effect that ahe could never, never love a man with a cataract in his' eye, and that meant Dan. There was a feast, but no wedding, and Daniel will have to try again.

EXPLANATORY.—As several veraions of the incident that occurred in our office Saturday night are flying around town and have probably been telegraphed all over the world, we deem it but right to give the particulars as they occurred:

We were seated in the editorial chair writing a leader on the European situation wnen a rough character known about town as "Mike tbe Slayer" called in. As we had never had a word with the man we suspected no evil. Ae a matter of fact, we reached for our subscription book, supposing, of oourse, that he wanted the best weekly in America for a year. The slayer then announced that he had come to slay us, not because we had ever done him harm, but because the influence of the press was driving out the good old times and customs.

We retreated toward the door of our business department. He pursued us with a drawn knife.

We then felt it our duty to draw our gun and let six streaks of daylight through his body, and as he went down we stepped tofhe door and sent a boy for the coroncr. It was a clear case of self-defense and the inquest was a mere formality. We lament the sad occurrence, but no one' can blame us. We paid his burial expenses, and in another column will be found his obituary, written in our beet vein and without regard to space. No other Arizona editor has ever done half BO much.*.

WE BIDE OUR TIMS.—While Belling Mrs. Colouel Prescott four pounds of prunes for half a dollar the other day Constable Button entered and asked us to step across the street to the office of 'Squire Williams. We obeyed the request, and were at once served with a warrant charging us with keeping bales of hay on the sidewalk in front of the Kicker office, to the detriment of pedestrians. As is well known, we run a grocery, feed store, harness shop, bazaar

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and music house in connection with the Kicker, and the hay was out for a sign. We were tried, convicted and fined $9— the groesest outrage ever perpetrated in the name of law.

We shall bide our time. That is, we shall begin next week and ehow Squire Williams up as a drunkard, dead-beat, absconder, embezzler, and perjurer, and if we can't drive him out of the country in six weeks we will forfeit a lung. The man who made the complaint did it to get even with us for refusing to lend him our' only button-behind shirt. From this out he is a marked man. We will begin on him next week, and we'll bet ten to one he hangs himself inside of a month.

Necklace Notes.

Necklaces in thedays of Charles I.were made of amber set in gold. Southern negroes wear bead necklaces, looking upon them as genuine charms.

Pharaoh put a gold chain about Joseph's neck as a mark of

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in Egypt. Among the Tartan of the time of Genghis Kahn the necklace was often made of human.teeth.

In the reign of Henry VIII. any one who had not 200 pounds per year income could not wear a necklace.

One of the most valuable and covetedpossessions of the Western Indian ia ther necklace of grizzly beara' claws.

The Puritans abolished necklaces, as they aboliehed everything they laid their hands on which savored of ornament.

Thousands of people place necklaces of coral beads around the necks of babies, with the belief that they will assist the children in teething., £?hen the Saxon dynasty was overthrown by the Normans, all parsons below a certain rank were forbidden to wear necklaoea under heavy penalty.

Why Barnum Mustn't Applaud. I took a small boy to the circus the other day, and had the fortune to Bit beside no less a person than Mr. Barnum himself, who, as he says, is a part ofphe show. He waa very chatty and affable, as befitted so exalted a personage, and he proved, moreover, moat entertaining. "There he said, after he had applauded somewhat heartily, "if Bailey ahould see that he would say that it made the performers jump up on their salary if they aaw me applaud. This is anew trick, and he'd say it will oast us a hundred dollars a week extra if I clap." —[Providence Journal.

One Fitted the Bill.

Smith—Say, Jones, your wife is a gradate of Vaaaar, isn't ahe? ones—Yes '"V

Smith—How manjr tongues is ahe mistress of? Jones—Only one, but, by Judaa, that's a rustler,—(Burlington Free Press..

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Convenient. All the Latest Improvements. Easiest Operated.

26,765 SOLD IN 1888

Also a Full Line of Hardwood

Ice Boxes I^efrigferator^

THOROUGHLY TESTED AND APPROVED.

LITTLE CHEAPEST

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Has it ever occurred to you that, with^little labor, wasting apples, berries and veg etablee can be quickly evaporated, and are then worth pound for pound for Hour sugar, coffee, butter, rice,"oatmeal, etc? *V r. 'Sfe-s

TO THI LADIES 0! THI HOUSEHOLD II TOWI OR CODITET.

IT IS A LITTLE GOLD MINE.

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No labor you can perform for cash returns pays aa well aa that of converting wasting Fruits into evaporated stock. These products are among the higheetpnced luxuries in food products. Evaporated peaches, cherries and raspberries,^20 to cents per pound apples, pears, blackberries, etc., 10 to 15 cents all salable to or may be exchanged with your grocer for anything ha sella

We will send this complete Fruit Drier (freight paid to any part of the United States) and the

WEEKLY EXPRESS,

One Year, for $5.

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All Grocers sell SANTA CLAUS SOAP. Made by N. K. FAIR BANK & CO., Chicago, 111.

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GET THE POPULAR

C.C.SMITH,

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Cor. Tlaird and Main Streets.

TO fllllB AND HIT RAIffi!

EVAPORATE YOUR OWN FRUIT.

THE "U. S."„

BEST

No Extra Fires.

Always Ready for Use and Will Laet a Lifetime.

Easily and quickly' set off and on the to a empty or filled with fruit.

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$7.00

BREAD-WINNER ON THE MARKET.

With it you can at odd timea, summer or winter, evaporate enough wasting fruit etc., for family use, and enough to aell or exchange for ail or the greater part of you groceries, and in fact houaehold expanBee.

Asa Great Economizer and Money-Maker for Rural People it is without a rival.

Publisher The Express,

JEFFERS & HERMAN,

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Terre Haute, Ind.

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