Richmond Palladium (Daily), Volume 31, Number 183, 30 July 1906 — Page 7

The Richmond Palladium, Mor.uay, July 30, 1S06.

Page Seven

VERDICT

Dr. the Ladle' ( harmful ingredients. - Doctor Pierce promptly brought suit against the Curtia Publiwhing Company, publishers of the Ladies' Homo Journal. The suit was lor $200,000,00 damages. Dr. Tierce alleged that Mr. Bok, the editor, maliciously published the article containing such false and defamatory matter with the intent of injuring his business; furthermore, that no alcohol, or other injurious, or habitforming, drugs are, or ever were, contained in his Favorite Prescription "; that said medicine is of purely vegetable composition, being made from native medicinal roots and contains no harmful ingredients whatever, and that Mr. llok's malicious statements were wholly and absolutely false. A retraction waa printed by eafd Journal but not until two months jftcr the libelous article appeared. Theyhad to acknowledge that they had obtained analyses of "Favorite Prescrition," made by eminent chemlsts.ali of whom certified that it did mot contain alcohol or any of the alleged harmful drugs I But the bufiness of Dr. Pierce waa greatly injured! from the effect of the publication of tj original libel with its great displawhoadings, while hundreds of thousaixW who read the original wickedly deantory article never saw the humble groyming retraction, set in small typo anmade as inconspicuous as pocnible. The matter was, however brougUt bre a jury in the Supreme Court Nw York State which promptly rendcVetun verdict in the Doctor's favor. Tims itraducers came to grief. Their b&ir Blanders were refuted and they were obliged to "eat humble pie." ' During the trial of the libel suit Dr. Lee H. Smith, Vice-President of the World's Dispensary Medical Association, stated under oath" that the ingredients of Doctor Pierce's Favorite Prescription were wholly extracted from the following native roots; Golden Seal, Blue Cohosh, Lady's Slipper, Black Cohosh end Unicorn by means of pure glycerine of proper strength. He was asked how ho Know, as a physician and experienced medical man, that the "Favorite Prescription" was a cure for the diseases peculiar to women, euch as female weakness, leucorrhea, prolapsus, retroversion and other displacements of the o"v" ' . organs, ana ho stated that he C. C. L.& POPULAR EXCURSIONS $16.00 Round Trip. I To Atlantic City, Cafee May, Ocean City, Thursday AugJst 2nd 15 day limit via Cincinnatil and the C. &) U. R. R. $6.50 Round Trip. To Niagara Falls, hursday August 9th 12 day limit Wabash R. R. Free reclining cha to the Falls, direct Ivla Peru and car Richmond Without change. $12.50 Round Trip. . To Minneapolis on Iccount of G. A. R. National Encarl pment. Selling dates Aug., 10, 11, W, 13th. Return limit Aug. 31st. $14.00 Round Trip. To Old Point Comftrt. Less than half rates, via Cininnati and the C. & O. R. R., Motiiay, July 23rd, and Saturday, Auglst 11th. Inex pensive side trips bj Boat and Rail to Washington, Newffork and other points of attraction.1 $16.00 Round Trip. , To Atlantic City, Thf rsday, August 16th... 15 day limit and the B. &. O. S. fsia. Cincinnati R. R. Stop over privileges at PhJ ladelphla, Baltlmore, Washington, Etc. $5.20 Round Trip. To Bass Lake. $5.20 Round Trip.. To Bruce Lake. To Winona Lake. Season tickets, $5.50, 10 day ticket $4.15. - " STILL THEY GO." RICHMOND TO CHICAGO VIA the C. C. & L. ONLY S3.00 ROOND TRIP Special train leave! Richmond SATURDAY, AflGUST 4 Arrives Chicago 6 M. Sunday, Dearborn St. Stat Returning leave tin. Chicago 11 P. M. giving you and evening In Fishing parties he entire day hicago. r Bruce and Bass lake, can e this train. 1.50. For parBlair, P. & T. Round trip rate ticulars ask C A. Richmond. ome Phone 44. Wr. TlVM !." rliki ... lrrte MrE. Al,,.r.i CH1CH EH'S KNUUSU Ut.lt u4 Dm k. Mather. Rent wimp, for I Riir 1HM Mmll-

favorite, l Sick "Women h MI

21

TV

i.

I

FOR DR. PIERQB

Ladle Homo Journal. Pierce's Trad ucers Come to Qrief.

Their Base Slanders Refuted. DcetMion by the Sunrcme Court of the State of Kcio York wialnat

llome Jrurnal JMa7wts.

Sending Truth After a Lie. John Graham, in a letter "from a self-made, merchant to his son," says : "Sending the truth after a lie that has got a running start is like trying to round up a stampeded herd of steers while the scare is on them. Lies are great travelers and welcome visitors in a good many homes, and no questions asked. Truth travels slowly, has to prove its identity, and then a lot of people hesitate to turn out an agreeable stranger to make room for it." A case in point was the elanderoip and libelous article published by the Ladies' Home Journal in

May, YAH, wherein it was claimed that Dr. Pierce s Favorite Prescription contained alcohol and other

knew such was the fact because of his professional experience and the many thousands of women whose ills had been cured by this "Prescription." Thli mpfrlcnoe of Ir. Smith was corroborated by tho standard Medical Authorities of tho suveral Nchoolaof incdirlno endorsing the various Ingredients in tho s'rongesc terms, Ir. Smith tn-lng asked to name wmo of these authorities as to the curative value of the above roots rend from the standard works, such as tho United HtaU-s Dispensatory; Tho American Dispensatory; Orifanic Medicines, by tirover Coo, M. 1).; Materia Mediea and Therapeutics, by I'rofessor Finley Killngwood of the Dennett Medical Collogo of Chicago: "New Hemedles." by Prof. Kdwin M. Hale. M. D.. of Chicago; Text-Book of Therairt-utlcs, by Da liohart A. Haro, I'rofessor in University of Perm 'a : Lanrenco Johnson. M. D., I'rofessor in University of Now York ; Professor John King, Author of "Woman and Her Diseases"; Win. Paine, M. I).. Author of "New N'hxl tract loo of Medicine"; Professor John M. Hcudder. M. I).. Author of a treatise on"Tho Diseases of Women"; Horatio C.Wood. M. I)., Author of "Ther-RlH-utics": Roberts Hartholow. A. M.. M. D.. Prof, of Materia Medics, Jelferson Medical College of i'liila. All these recognized and standard authorities praise in the strongest possible terms, each and every ingredient which enters into the" Favorite Prescription" of Dr. Pierce for the cure of woman's peculiar weaknesses and ailments. In fact the "Favorite Prescription" stands alone as being the only medicine for woman's .special ailments which has anv such professional endorsement which fact is generally recognized as entitled to much more weight than any amount of lay, or nonprofessional testimonials. The "Favorite Prescription" stands alone as the only non-secret, medicine for woman's ailments, the manufacturers of which are not afraid to publish their formula broadcastthus courting the fullest scrutinv. The Favorite Prescription" has been on trial In court and came out fully vindicated as containing no harmful or habit-forming drugs. What other medicine for women could stand such a test ? JSTo invalid women can afford to accept a secret nostrum of unknown composition for this tried and proven remedy OF known composition. Leading physicians often prescribe it because they know exactly what it is made of and that the ingredients of which it is composed are the very best known to medical Bcience for the cure of woman's peculiar weaknesses and delicate ailments. Sold by all druggists. WOTS THE USEf Wot's the uso o' fireflies Skootln' round at night "With their foolish twinkleT . They don't give no light. Wot's tho use o ravin 'Bout the blushin' rose? Tou can't git their petals Mado up into clo's. Wot's the use o' daisies. Dewy-like an' wet, Er tho other flowers Sence they can't be et? Wot's tho use o' moonshine, rail In' on the bay? 'T won't bring in no moneyNot tell jedgment day. Wot's the use o' squawkln' Like them noisy birds. And, ser.ee we're about it, Wot's tho use o' words? ' T.t those things havo value, I ain't found their worth. Ain't no use lii nothln' On this l loomin" earth. Clarice W. Riley in New York Times. Wise Woman, Ella Bella has given up playing bridge whist and has thrown her cards In the fire. Stella Burned'hor bridge- behind her, so to speak. Brooklyn Eagle. I'nhappy Mrdlam. "No." said LoAve Comerdy, "I decided not to po on the circuit with that new company," , "Why, I understood the backer had considerable money," remarked Hi Trasordy. "That was the trouble. He has too much to pet strauded near at home and not cuoush to take us all the way out and back." Catholic Standard and Times. En on all For Life 'So you think it would be impossible for you ever to pet the big head? What makes you so sure of it?" "I once' learned to play the cornet while llvinsr In a crowded apartment house, and I overheard all the remarks the neighbors made about me." Detroit Free Fress. A Plausible Scamp". "I suppose you lost your employment because of -drink," said the severe housewife. "Yes, lady," answered nodding Tete. "I got me system full o -well water dat hadn't been boiled and de germs did de rest." Washington Star. Palladium Want Ads Pay.

tJBT Copyright. 1903. by FndericK. StoKf-t Co. as evening arew on, conversation lagged, and they rode silently together, keeping doggedly to the work in hand in spite of the flagging energies of their horses and their own bedraggled weariness. Tl. rain fell with pitiless steadiness, and darkness came on early, with no chance of a moon being visible that night. The welcome light of a town twinkled ahead at last, and they resolved to stop there unless the risJr threatened to be overwhelming. At the outskirts thej- learned that they had reached Clitheroe, and that the Star Inn offered fair accommodation for man and beast. They were not to reach Yorkshire that night, and had accomplished less than thirty miles from Manchester. All night long the rain lashed down but at daybreak it ceased, although the heavy clouds hung low in the sky. After a good breakfast the two set out and were not molested or questioned as they passed from under the shadow of the castle at Clitheroe. CHAPTER XXX. TTEPriTE the night's rest, the la horses were stiff after the ft Mr long struggle with rain and mud the day before. If the situation was to be saved by a race there seemed little chance of success with animals so tired and discouraged. With the exception of the departure from Oxford, tho riders were more silent and melancholy than at any other time during their journey together. They had discussed the case In all its bearings the previous night, before the blazing fire, ami had come to the conclusion that it would be 6afer to part. Armstrong was now in a country that he knew reasonably well, and he had no need to ask his direction from any chance coiner, which was an advantage to a fugitive. They had agreed to deflect toward the east and bid goodby to each other at Kirby Stephen, he striking northwest to Tenrith, and she taking the main road east, entering Durham at Barnard castle. There was no blinking the fact that" while a parliamentarian trooper might pass through this land unquestioned, especially as 6o many soldiers were making their way north, a trooper with a beautiful young woman of aristocratic appearance would certainly cause comment and excite curiosity. The nearer they came to Carlisle the greater would be the danger of embarrassing questions. They had a wild country to traverse, bleak hills and moorland, and the roads as bad as they could be; but, although they left Clitheroe at 5 o'clock it was past noontide before they reached Kirby Stephen, a distance of less than forty miles. They had met no one, and so far as the morning section of the journey was concerned, the road to Scotland was clear enough. At the squalid Inn of Kirby Stephen they partook of what each thought was their last meal together for a long time to come, and then, in spite of her protests, he accompanied her east out of the town and into the lonely hill country. At last she pulled up her horse and impetuously thrust out her right hand, dashing away some tear drops from her long lashes with her left. "Goodby," she cried, the broken voice belieing the assumed cheerfulness of the tone. "I cannot allow you to come farther. You must now bid farewell to your scout." "Dear lass, it breaks my heart to part with you in this way," stammered William, engulling her small ftand in both of his, then drawing her to him. "It shames my manhood to let you go this wild road alone. I must see you to your own door, in spite of all the Cromwells that ever broke their country's laws." "No, no!" she pleaded. "We went over all that last night and settled it. I am safe enough. It is you who are in danger. You will come to me when this trouble is passed and done with." "By St. Andrew, I'll come to you as soon as this letter is in Traquair's hands!" , "Again, no, no! Cromwell is a hard man, and if you steal through his cordon you must not come within his power in a hurry." For answer he kissed her protesting lips again and again, then she hid her face in his somber cloak and sobbed quietly. The patient horses, now accustomed to any vagaries on the part of their owners, stood quietly close together. "Goodby, goodby, goodby," she cried breathlessly, then whisked herself from him and was gone, never looking back, but waving her hand as she rode. He sat motionless as she had left him. At the top of the distant hill, outlined against the dark sky, she drew in and stood. Dimly he saw the flutter of something white in her waving hand, and he drew from his breast her own handkerchief and waved in return. He pressed his hand across his eyes and, when he saw more clearly, only the blank sky and the bare hilltop confronted him. The rain began to fall once more as he passed again through Kirby Stephen, but he paid slight heed to It and pushed on to Fenrith, where be bought a day's provender, so that he would have no need to make request for food as he neared the danger spot. Just before darkness set in the sky cleared somewhat, and he saw ahead of him the gloomy bulk of Carlisle castle. He turned aside from the main road, and before the night became black found quarters for himself in a barn that contained some fodder for his horse. He threw himself down on the fragrant hay and slept peacefully. In the morning the rain was again falling steadily. He reconnoitered his position. There was no dwelling near, and he determined to let his horse rest all that day and the next night, so that he should be la trim for aaxthing that

lift

the

i n ? s Atrthor of "Jennit Hajclcr. Journalist." Etc. might happen when tne pincn came. A day more or less could make little difference with the effectual guarding; of the bridge, whioh was now doubtless held as strongly as it could be. He was convinced that success must de- j pend ultimately on the speed of his; horse, and he could not enter the con-j test with an exhausted animal. Bruce j was never so carefully tended as on the day before the crisis, and as his intelligent head turned toward his master he seemed to know that something un- j usual was afoot. j On the second day Armstrong thought it best not to enter Carlisle too early in the morning. He wished to mingle with a crowd and not to ride the streets alone. The second night in the barn, with the rest of the day and the night before, had left both himself and bis horse fit to face anjthing that might ensue. The day was line. The clouds had cleared 1 away, and the sun was shining on the sodden ground. When he came in sight of the main road he saw what appeared to be an army marching north. Far on toward the gates of Carlisle rode a group of horsemen, and at the rear another squad of mounted men encouraged the laggards to keep up for a little longer. Armstrong sat on his horse until the latter company was abreast of him. Xo one asked Armstrong who he was, and the elaborate fiction he had prepared to account for himself was not called for. The troopers were worn out by their contest with the elements and the roads, and all curiosity was dead in them. There stood Carlisle in front, and that was enough. The foot soldiers struggled on, in no definite order of formation, each doing the best he could. -The officers rode silent behind them. Thus they all marched into Carlisle without question, and in their company the man the army was seeking. After a slight delay and pause in the streets the new troops moved on to the castle. Armstrong found no difficulty in falling behind, being thus free of the town. He knew every turn of every street and lane in the nlnre n w.Ml n te knew the Inside of his own pocuet. He resolved to ride leisurely to the bridge, cut through the guard, if it did not prove too strong, and then trust to the spur. The town was thronged with military, but no one paid the slightest attention to him. As he jogged along very nonchalantly, more contented with the prospect than a few days before he would have thought possible, Bruce awoke the echoes by neighing loudly, "'.'ow, old man, what did you do that for?" whispered William. He looked ahead and was stricken speechless for the moment by seeing Frances Wentworth on her horse, without doubt a prisoner, two troopers riding on either side of her and a young officer in front. She had unquestionably seen him, for her brow was wrinkled with anxiety, but her eyes gazed steadily past him into the distance. As he made toward the party they flashed one look of appeal upon him, whicn said as plainly as words, "For heaven's sake, ride on and do not recognize me!" But the young man was oblivious to everything except the fact that she was in some trouble. "Where are you going with this lady?" he demanded of the officer. "You may well ask," said the man in no accent of pleasure. "We have come across country to Carlisle under orders from one in authority, and now we must hale her back to Durham, where General Cromwell is stationed, and those are the orders of some one else." "But it is all a mistake!" cried William. "That's what I'm telling you," said the man. with a short laugh. "This lady is the sister of Captain Wentworth of our army." "So she says. Others say she is the woman who was with the Scotch renegade. I know nothing of it and care less. I obey orders." "Sir," said Frances coldly, "I beg you not to interfere. It is a mistake that will be explained ia. due time, but these men must do as they are told. That much you should know." Although her words were spoken harshly enough, her eloquent eyes were bringing him to his senses and a realization of the unwisdom and futility of his behavior. Before he could speak again, a sharp voice behind him rang out: "Why are you loitering there? Get on with you!" Without turning he knew who the speaker was, and if he had not, the gleam of fear in the girl's eyes might have warned him of peril. "This man questions my orders," said the officer. "Xo man has a right to question your orders. Who is he?" Armstrong was edging away, but De Courcy spurred the horse he rode in a semicircle to cut off his retreat. Instantly the Frenchman raised a shout that echoed through the streets of the town and arrested every foot within hearing. "The Scot! The Scot!" he roared. "Stop that man; never mind the woman. After him. Sound the signal and close the bridge. The thousand pounds are mineT' Xow Bruce was doing his- best down the main street of Carlisle. A dozen shots spattered fire harmlessly, and a big bell began to toll. Armstrong was well ahead of the troopers who followed him, and he gained ground at every stride. The pursuers were continually augmented from each lane and alley and came thundering after the flying man like a charge of cavalry. A turn in the road brought the bridge in sight, and Armstrong saw it was guarded only at the end nearest him, and that merely by two lone pikemen. He would mow them down like grass, he- said to himself as he drew his sword.

"Stand aside." he yelled. "The Scot is loose, and we're after him." The men Jumped aside, glad they were not called upon to arrest such a

progress as they beheld coming down ) tpon them. It was apparently one of j their own officers who commanded them, and there was neither time to i think or question. As the horse's hoofs struck the bridge the deep crash of a cannon boomed from the castle, and before the fugitive readied the center mere arose at tne oiuer enu ui the bridge he could not guess from ; whence they came a troop of horse, j as if the thunder of the guu had called the company magically from the earth, j Bruce stopped on the crown of the bridge at a touch of the rein, quivering with excitement, raised his head and gave a snort of defiance at the blockade ahead of him. Armstrong j glanced back; the bridge had closed on i him like a trap, both ends stopped by j forces impossible for one man to con- j tend against. j "That cannon shot did it. Well plan-; j ned." he growled to himself, his horse j now dniwn across the bridge, alert for j the word of command whatever it j might be. Below the swollen Eden, I lipping full from bank to bank, rolled yellow and surly to the sea. Bight and left at either end of the bridge stood a mass of steel clad men. Impregnable as the walls of the castle itself. De Courcy sprang off his horse and advanced with a valor which Armstrong, sitting there, apparently calm, had not given him credit for. "He's my man!" he cried. "Shoot him dead if he raises his hand!" Then to the Scot: "Surrender quietly. You have no chance. A score of muskets are turned on you." "If tlH3- shoot some of them will wing you. Better warn them not to fire," replied Armstrong mildly, as if proffering to a friend advice which did not concern himself. "Do you surrender?" "Come and take me if you are anxious for the thousand pounds. It's worth the rnonej-." The Frenchman hesitated, edging cautiously along the parapet, so that if his friends shot he would be as much as possible askle from the line of fire. Seemingly his confidence in their marksmanship had not been augmented by Armstrong's warning. "If you raise your hand to a weapon," said De Courcy, "they will fire on you, and I cannot stop them. They will not wait my word." "I know. I shall not raise my hand." The Frenchman dashed forward and neized the bridle of Bruce. "Come quietly!" he shouted. "I will," said Armstrong. He leaned forward, said sharply to his horse, "Over, my lad!" and smote him a rising blow on the shoulder with his open hand. The horse raised his powerful front and stood poised for a moment like a statue, then launched himself into space. As De Courcy felt his feet leave the stones he let go the rein and fell sprawling on the parapet, but Armstrong leaned over and grasped him by the loose folds of his doublet. "Come down with me, you traitor!" he cried. There was a scream of terror, and the next instant the river roared in Armstrong's ears. When he came to the surface he shook his head like a spaniel, swept the water from his eyes and looked aloft at the great bridge. The parapet was lined with troopers, all stricken motionless as if they had been transformed to stone. De Courcy, one moment afloat, shrieked for help, then sank again. Armstrong knew that the paralysis on the bridge would not last long, and he turned his horse toward the bank of raw clay. "Xo one In command up there apparently," he muttered. "We must make the most of it, old man." The panting horse, breathing laboriously, essayed the bank and slipped back. Armstrong let loose his sodden cloak and flung it on the flood, turning the horse that he might take the ascent at an angle. The crowd still stared at him as if it were a show they had come out to see. Bruce, his feet once more on firm ground, shook his mane and gave forth a wild whinny of delight. Xow the voice of command came in a blast of anger from the bridge: "After him, you fools! What are you staring at?" "Too late, my lads, I think," ventured William as he leaped his horse across the ditch that divided the fields from the road. Once the followers came near him, and he turned In his saddle, threatening them with his pistols, and they, forgetting that his powder waa water soaked, fell back. CHAPTER XXXI. TTHE warder of Traquair castle sought the earl In his library, where he sat an anxious man, with many documents spread out on a table before him. "Yer lordship, there's a soldier in the uniform of the English rebels at th' gates wha says he's a freen o' Crominle's and begs a word wi'ye." "Ah!" said the earl, frowning. "They've caught poor Armstrong,, then, and now, in addition to our troubles, we'll need to bargain with that fiend Noll to save his neck. Everything Is against us." "He may be an Englisher, but he's got a Scotch accent as broad as tb Tweed." "He's one of our countrymen fighting for Cromwell, and therefore thought by that shrewd villain the better emissary. Bring him in." When William and the warder came In together, a moment or two passed before the earl recognized his visitor. Then he sprang forward and held out both his hands. "In heaven's name, Armstrong, Is this you?" he cried. "What have they done to you? Save us all! Who has accoutered you like this?" "The necessities of the chase, Traquair. This is a disguise, and, although you saw through it, I'm happy to think I deluded Jock Taxnson there." "Lost!" cried Tamson, peering forward. "Ye'Il never threep doon ma throat that this Is Wull Armstrong." "Sir William, If you please, Tamson," corrected the new knight "The title was bestowed upon me by his majesty himself, and. I shall expect that deference from the lower orders, Tamson, which the designation calls for. Is the castle tailor out of work. Traquair?" "My whole wardrobe is at your disDosaL WilL"

"Xothing In it would fit me. and I am a thought particular about a new dress, as I have lost all self respect la thia one. I may borrow a hat from you. if you have one of the latest fashion, with a fine feather on it." Still, it isn't duds, but food, that is the first necessity. I've had nothing all day but a hurried drink out of the Eden." They're preparing supper for you now, and I'll bear you company when it's ready. I'm eager to hear what befell. So the king knighted you. Deed, he might have gone farther than that and made you a marquis or a

duke at the same cost." j "Oh. he offered me anything in his ' gift if I brought the commission safe- j ly through to you a promise that I'm ! thinking I'll never trouble him to re- j deem. Nevertheless, here's the packet, a little damp, but none the worse for that." He placed the cause of all the trouble on the table, and Traquair turned it over and over in his hands, with no great delight in its possession, as the messenger thought. The earl sighed as he opened it at last and slowly perused its contents in silence, laying it on the table again when he had finished. "You're a wonderful man. William." he said. "If every one in Scotland did his duty as thoroughly as yoti do it. we would soon place the kiug on his throne again." "Is there more trouble brewing?" "More trouble and the old trouble and the new trouble. Every one pulling his own way and in all directions, thinking only of himself and never by any chance of the interests of the whole." "May I tell Cromwell that? He seemed at some pains to intercept a billet that you receive but lightly." "Tell Cromwell! You're never going to write to that scoundrel?" "I intend to see him before the week Is past" "What! You're not such a fool as to put yourself in Cromwell's clutch again?" "Cromwell's not such a fool as to hang me. If he did. it would but unite your wavering hosts like an invasion of Scotland." "Have you actually seen him?" "I met him the first day I crossed the lorder. I saw him once again, and I traveled over most of England on a pass from his own hand. Cromwell and I have a mutual j-espect for each other by this time, but there are some matters of difference between us that I think will best be settled by word of mouth, so I'm off day after tomorrow to foregather with him, I cannot go sooner because my new gear will not be ready, and I want to give the general time to withdraw his troops from across the country so that I may come on him in other fettle than as a prisoner." "Who is the woman. Will? I knew you would go clean daft when you met her." "Never you mind. As the border is a land of nobility and romance, we will call her an earl's daughter to please you." "More like some peasant girl who assisted you to escape from your enemies." At this point, greatly to the delight of Armstrong, his supper was announced, and Traquair, with his arm over the shoulder of his guest, led him to the dining room. CHAPTER xxxrr. ANIGHT arfd a day and a night rejuvenated the tired man and his horse. Clothed and In his ' right mind he was once more the gallant borderer, ready to face whatever fortune had in store for him; on this occasion, so Traquair said, more superbly attired than ever had been the case before, but Armstrong held that this was merely interested praise of the castle tailor. Traquair endeavored to persuade him not to trust himself again on English soil, but his advice was unheeded, as ia usually the fate of unasked counsel. Traquair wished him to take a body guard of a score or more, but Armstrong pointed out that unless be had an army at his back able to defeat Cromwell's forces all other assistance was useless. When Armstrong had once gone over a road he needed no other guide than his own memory and Instinct of direction. He made directly for the farm steading where first he had been arrested,, and found it deserted; then took the route over which his captors had conducted him, expecting to reach Corblton Manor before darkness set in. This plan was frustrated by the fact that he had allowed too scant time for the cordon across the country to be withdrawn. About midday Armstrong caught sight of the first large body of men, and he was compelled to hide for several hours in a depression on the moor until they and the danger were past This delay retarded his arrival at Corblton Manor until after nightfall, when the full moon shone upon the ancient mansion, instead of the silver crescent which hung in the western sky when last he visited the place. It seemed incredible that the space of time could have been so short for the events of a life were crowded into the interval. As he approached the ancient house the challenge of a sentinel brought him to a stand and called from the hall several officers. "Is Cromwell here?" asked the newcomer. "This is the headquarters of his excellency General Cromwell," said one of the officers, with some severity In his tone, a rebuke to the questioner's offhand method of designation. "That's the man I mean," replied Armstrong. "I never heard there were two of the name or the kind. Well, tell him that William Armstrong, who carried the commission from the king to Scotland, is here and requires a private conference with him." The chief officer hesitated for a moment, then turned and disappeared within the mansion, while Armstrong dismounted and gave to the soldier who took his horse minute instructions touching the treatment of the animal. "You are all good horsemen,' said the visitor in his most genial accents, "and will doubtless respect Bruce here, whatever you think of his master, for this Is the charger that louped over the parapet of Carlisle bridge, and, after that beat the best you had in your ravalrr in a race for-4he border. If

your chief should come to a disagreement with. me. take care of the horse at least, for you haven't another Ilka him." The horse was led away, palpably admired by all the men, for some of them stroked and patted his flank, speaking soothingly to him. William stood with his hands in his pockets, the center of a ring of armed men. his gay dress in strikiug contrast to the more sober uniform of his guards. Cromwell was taking his time making up his mind, and the young man thought this delay was not an encouraging sign. He had thrust his head betw the lion's jaws, and the minutes iTat passed before h could know whether the brute waa going to bite or not were irksome to him", especially as there was now nothing 1o do but await the issue. At last the officer reappeared, dismissed the guard and said curtly to the prisoner: "Follow r.ie " (To Be Continued.)

THE STARS BY DAYLIGHT.1 Tradition That Ther lay lie See a Kruiu Bollum of Shaft. Are the stars visible to ordinary sight in the daytime? There Is a widespread tradition that they are; that if an observer places himself at the bottom of any deep shaft as of a mine, a well or a factory chimney which may shut off scattered light and reduce the area of 6ky illumination, acting ou the retina, he will be able to discern the brighter stars without difficulty. Tu tradition is one of a respectable antiquity, for Aristotle refers to persona seeing stars in daylight when looking out from caverns of subterranean reservoirs, and I'liny ascribes to deep wells a similar power of rendering visible the stars, the light of which would otherwise be lost In the ovei powering splendor of the solar ray. The tradition, well founded or not, has often been adopted for literary effect. It seems almost sacrilegious to hint that no star known to astronomers could have shone down unceasingly upon poor Stephen Blackpool during his seven days nnd nights of agony at tb bottom of the Old Hell shaft; that al the best he could only have caught glimpse of it for a few minutes in each twenty-four hours as it passed across the zenith. Dickens, indeed, does not absolutely say that Stephen watched the star by daylight It is only a natural inference from his description, but Kipling adopts the tradition in its extremest form when he writes of Tha gorge that ehowa the stars at noonday clear. But is the tradition true? Of course every one knows that Venus from time to time may be seen even at high noon, but then Venus at her brightest ia many times over brighter than Sirlus. Then, again, the assistance of a telescope enables the brighter stars to be discerned at midday, but the telescope not only directs the eye and greatly limits the area from which the skylight reaches the observer, but It enormously increases the brightness of the star relative to that sky illumination. The naked eye observation of true stars in full sunlight stands in quite a different category. Humboldt, who was much. Interested in the question, repeatedly tried the experiment both in Siberia and lu America, and not only failed himself ever to detect a star, but never came across any one who had succeeded. Much more recently an American astronomer set up a tube for the express purpose of seeing the Pleiades by daylight also with no effect. It has been supposed that Flamsteed, the first astronomer royal, sank a. well at Greenwich observatory for the purpose of observing Gamma Draconls, the zenith star of Greenwich, In this manner. The existence of the well Is undoubted, though Sir George Airy, the late astronomer royal, was unable to find it, but Flamsteed marks it on more than one of his plans of the observatory, and there Is a drawing extant of the well itself, showing the spiral staircase that ran down i But its purpose seems to have been not to have furnished the means of observing the star with the naked eye, but to enable the observer to measure, as accurately as possible, the distance of the star from the true zenith at the moment of transit Sir John Ilerschel mentions a case, which he considers as satisfactory evidence, of an optician who stated that the earliest circumstance that drew his attention to astronomy "was the regular appearance at a certain hour for several successive days of a considerable star through the shaft of a chimney." This, It will be noticed, is second hand evidence. I have never been able to obtain evidence even so direct as this myself, though I have met several persons who felt quite confident that they had seen stars by daylight on looking up the shaft of a mine, or that "some one bad told them he had done so."t-Knowledge. -SPECIALEXCURSION To Niagarj falls Augustl Itli VTA the C. C. 6. R. R's. and Wabash $6.50 Roftid Trip Good for izltiays. Train leaves Rlaimond 10:45 A. M. Free reclining chair cars, Richmond to Niaglra Falls without change. PullVian Tourist Sleepers, double births, Peru to Niagara Falls $1.5 You can't afford Ito miss it. Make reservations at once through C. A. Blair, P. A T. A. Home Tel. 44. Richmond. If you have good "opportunity eyesight" you will find some things in the want ads today which most people will overlook. Before you throw The Palladium aside, look over the-classified advertisements.