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"goewfi {.03 9:00;. 0:0 03 9:0 0:. 0:9 {to} 0:0 0:0 0:0 0:09:09? 9:9 ’z: o o o g. .5. o a: A YARN FROM ::: 3: o $0 0:. 0:0 0:0 :0? 0:. o; . 0’0 2. .f. 9:. 9:0 0:0 0:»? 0:0 0:0 0:»:0 0:. 0:0 9:. 0:0 0:9 0:0 9:9 0:»:0 0:09;. 0:0 0;. Just so! Your publicâ€"Monkhouse, the old detective, sat back with the pregnant chuckle that always riveted attentionâ€"your public knew about as much of. that affair as the Rajah himself; and he went away blissfully unconscious that Scotland Yard had been holding its breath for a solid month. No. I shall give no name to the obscure restaurant. run by for- eigners, where the beautiful scheme was brought to a head. Enough that one evening 1 was supposed to be dozing over my paper at one of the tables there. Yes; I was staring might and main at the gentleman for whose appearance I had waited a weekâ€"the man launched upon un- suspecting London by a set of fanat- ics who hoped to send a thrill shud- dering from here right away to In- ~dia. I had no tangible proof yet. All the same I was ready to stake my hardâ€"won reputation on the instinct that tingled through me at first sight of that waxâ€"white, black-beard- ed face flashed on to a mirror from the doorway opposite. Entering, he sat down near the door, whispered for macaroni and coffee, and began rolling a cigarette with thin, nervous fingers, whileâ€"I knewâ€" he was ment- ally photographing every detail in the room. Andâ€"erâ€"yes, the furtive glance paused at myself. Goodâ€" splendid! He was fresh from the Continent, beyond a doubt; and Iâ€" Well, it had taken me just one hour each day to “make up" as the for- eigner who should have been there to meet him, but whom we had thought- fully prevented from doing so. The macaroni came. He just tast- ed it. shuddered, sipped at the coffee and began smoking hard. No at- tempt at a signal. The situation, was exquisitely delicate. We didn’t want London to send up a roar. The plot, and everyone concerned in it had to be traced home in strictest secrecy; a false move now, and the vile tentacle thrown out over sea by the Anarchist octopus might be in- stantly withdrawn. Luckily, the neWSpaper could tell nothing about the intercepted letter in cipher to Luigi Arboretti. the clever scoundrel who, handed across his own border a year ago, had found a refuge in Lon- don; the ferretâ€"eyed correspondents Acould iiot-â€"and never really didâ€"disâ€" cover that this latest plot of all aim- ed at stirring up a rebellion and hatâ€" red in India by murdering, on Engâ€" lish soil,’ one of the most powerful provincial rulersâ€"our distinguished visitor, His Highness, the Rajah Dhu Djaleen. Minute after minute went by. I _watchcd him breathlessly in the mirâ€" ror there: he stared as steadily back. No life in his eyes yet; but-what was he up to? Twice he had held his cigarette at arm's length, stared fixâ€" edly at it. put the lighted end in his mouth, and blown a whiff of smoke in three directions. A sign? The letter had mentioned none. I had cigarettesâ€"but I might make a fearâ€" ful blunder that way. At my wit’s end, I looked down at my newspaper again. Something like this stared up at me:â€" “The Rajah Dhu Djaleen reached London late last night after his visit to Scotland. His Highness was said to be in the best health and spirits, and proceeded straight to his suite at the Cosmopolitan Hotel, It is understood that, although the Rajah has been received in conference in the highest quarters, his visit will reâ€" main a strictly informal one.” Etc., etc. In two seconds I snipped out the item with my thumb nail, held it up as if in a yawn, and then rolled it into a pellet. A backward flip, and the pellet lay near his feet. Would he bite? For another minute I held my breath; thenâ€"his cigarette drop- ped. When he picked it, up the pel- let was gone. Yes; it was a big bound my heart gave at the certain- ty that there sat the man selected to set an Indian province ablaze and put a big blot on Britain. For a. time he never moved; then, almost before I knew it, he was seated 0pâ€" posite me. and had clutched and pocketed that paper with the danger- ous elimination. “Vous etesâ€"â€"â€"” he breathed. "Arboretti!" I gave him back,with an accent. “Keep to English here. I have been shadowed by Naples and Paris detectivesâ€"dared not give you the sign openly. Why so late?" “Ah! I was followed; I know it. It took me the week to turn and twist and get toâ€"where I am. I have carried twenty of the capsules, filled with nitroâ€"glycerine, in the false crown of this hat the whole way ...... You are not speaking. Is it for to-morrow?" “No; erâ€"â€"say Thursday." It wanted a bit of saying. as his hot breath pulled on my face. I was bound to risk a feeler on my own acâ€" count. “Why was it to be the rajah? They could not have chosen a worse place than Englandâ€"London. If these people had but an idea.tliey would " “Then let it be to-morrow?" he caught my hand tightly. “But I say ycslâ€"let it be over, It might mean madness for me: I have had the great artruggle not to drown my senses in cognac. I am quite readyâ€"I wait for nothing save your plan. There is the hotel: show me a way into it and it is done. For myself, I care noth- lng. Toâ€"morrow. yes! It is perhaps the last good blow we shall strike. I, Mareschi, 'one man, will blow up their Rajahâ€"I alone!" “Hushâ€"keep calm," I whispered. "You are mistaken; I shall be with you; I am no more afraid than you. Thenâ€"to-morrow!" I had to say it, his eyes had flamed up so dangerous- lyâ€"and, of course, all our hopes were based upon What we might glean from this Mareschi. So far, we were all in the dark as to the names and number of the plotters on this side. "It is just the plan we must consider nowâ€"to get a way in, and keep it." I waited, on the chance that he might know something of the real Arboretti's scheme; but he only hung on my words with that mad, puzzling intentness. I was treading the edge of a deep pit. “It is not to be Thursday, and so my best and safest plan falls to the ground. On that day he attends a reception at an Embassy, and re turns to the hotel in time fox‘â€"â€"â€"" Another pause. No; it seemed fairly clear that the final arrangements had been entrusted to that deep Arboretâ€" ti. “Well, here is our second and only alternative idea. Provided that the Rajah sleeps at his hotel toâ€"inor- row night, it cannot fail. Toâ€"mor- row there will be cases of game, wine and other things carried in at the rear of the building. Mareschi, bend your head!"â€"â€"and I whispered a clever notion that had been agreed upon days before, so designed that he and his Confederates could be arrestâ€" ed quietly on the very scene of the contemplated crime. “Yes, yes!" He simply nodded. and was on his feet again. “I care not so long as I succeed. You have all this ready? Then I meet youâ€" where?" Here was a staggerer! What could I answer offhand. Beyond the estab- lishment of his own identity I had ferreth out absolutely nothing of value. Where was he staying, and with whom? A minute to think! I got it by calling for the billsâ€"settled both; and led the way outside. I could simply risk another throw of the bait. "It must not fail," I whispered. “Suppose I come back with you and talk it over with the others?" “The others?" he stared. vaguely. “No, each may work for himself. I shall spend my night preparing the bombs, andâ€"and"â€"with something near a choke~ “writing to all those I left over thereâ€"little Nina and the others. I want to be alone. At eight o'clock I shall meet you just here, and you will have the cab ready." He put a. hand to his forehead and fairly walked away from me. Hurry back to the Yard with my reportâ€" or follow him on the chance of learn- ing what we wanted before daylight? Follow him! He had struck along a quiet street leading farther west. Off I went. He was turning a corner. I hung back a second or so, took a run, peered roundâ€"and almost dashâ€" ed my face into the waxâ€"white one with the black beard. Something or other in his brain had made him halt and look back. Before he could properly realize, or shape any suspicion, I had spun him around, with an excited whisper:â€" “That wayâ€"â€"quickl We are seen. Toâ€"morrow night! " And off I sprang in another direc- tion. Phcw! Another blunder like that, and I might scare him into preâ€" maturely attempting what, he was here to carry out. No, there was no real danger! When I left the Yard late that night every possible strand of the web had been draWn in, and His Highness was as safe here as he had ever been at homeâ€"and, perhaps, more so. It now only remained to arrest the plotters with all the proof possible, communicate with the Continental police, and deal with the organiza- tion in such a manner asâ€"well. as would effectually turn the eyes of the extreme section away from Britain for many a year to come. I‘ il- * ‘I’ The memorable day dawned; seven o'clock came round at last. By half- past, still as Arboretti, I had reach- ed the rendezvous and stood waiting for Mareschi. A fourâ€"wheeler hoverâ€" ed close at hand. The driver was a detective, a plainâ€"clothes inspector was boxed in under the seat in case of emergency, and two men were watching in readinessâ€"one to carry the word and one to follow wherever we went, The mine was undermined in every direction. Eight o'clock! Tiny-.3 was Mares- chi, rounding the Gainer. Pulling at his eternal cigarette, he walked firm- ly up, deadly calmâ€"almost smiling. "Good! But where isâ€"it‘?" I whispered. “It” was always their word. “Close by." he said, staring round. “Don't think I was afraidâ€"l was on- ly careful. We will step back for if. and return here for the cab. This way!" That was unexpected, but it mat- tered nothingâ€"might lead to SOIIILL thing good. We should be closely followed in any case. Not another word passed between us, but as we went I managed to scribble on my linen cuf‘i: “Have house searched inoâ€" ment we leave it." We were going towards Soho. as I expected; and barely ten minutes had elapsed when our man stopped, looked up and down and whispered: "Here it is!" I just had time to flick away the cuff as he turned his key. Next minute I was following him up a dark, nar- row staircase, How did it happen? He has pushâ€" ed open some door; simultaneously he turned back, with a husky cry: "The police! Runâ€"run!" There was no time to think; he was dashing for the staircase. he might get away even now. 1 just grasped the possibility in time to grip the man by the shoulder. and then-â€" A rush and a scuffle. I heard some one say, “Got them both," and found myself dragged bodily through the doorway. Kicking, shouting, I tried to keep my hold on Mareschi No use; in less than a minute I was overpowered. Two constables had my arms, and a third stood holding the door. A candle burned on the mantelâ€"shelf; I could make out noth- ing else. "Youâ€"you raw fools!” I gasped. ready to dance. "What are you do« ing‘? You've let him go. Maresuhi! That’s Maresdii, our man!" “He's safe. We've got Arboretti, at any rate,” the doorâ€"man says, coolly as you please. I never felt nearer choking. For the Yard to put these clumsy idiots on such a ticklish job, and without my know- ing! "Arboretti!" I got out. “Who posted you here? Let go, will you! I’m not Arboretti! I'm Soâ€"nnd-So. of the Yard, in charge of this busiâ€" ness. You madmen!" I burst away~to start back in cold horror, I admit. The man at the door dashed off his helmet, dragged away his tunic, and I sawâ€"no po- liceman, but a swarthy foreigner, with teeth savagely bared. I reeled back against the wall. Heavens! was I dreaming? They were all three foreigners, and I had been gently walked into this incredible trap by the simplestâ€"â€"â€" Ah yes! The door half opened, and there stood our Mareschi, a sneer on his waxâ€"white face that I could never describe. “Out of your own mouth! I thought itâ€"I knew, when you tried to follow me. You, Arborettiâ€"you! you meant to die with the Rajahâ€"- with me. You shall! You shall live just long enough to know that we have a way of our own." That was it. I'll owu that the bare shock of the thing left me as nearly paralyzed as makes no difference. In a breath I had given the whole thing away, and Mareschi was goneâ€"in all probability by a rear exit. I heard no door close; my man would hang outside in perplexed ignorance andâ€" saints alive! it looked as if these determined scoundrels, in their exâ€" tremity, had stumbled on a plan so subtle as to balk all the Yard's manâ€" oeuvres! Morc than that; did I man age to get away, I stood to risk be- coming the laughing stock for life among those who knew of the plot. Thinking of that. and *ealizing what might be involved, I set my teeth and made a, sudden rush for that door, only to stumble back before the steady barrel of a sixâ€"chambered Colt. My ownâ€"it had been whipped from my pocket in the struggle. I faced roundâ€"two pointed knives were between me and the window. "You must stand there,” said the door-man, deliberately; “you are minutes too late, he is well on his way. Failure or success tonight, you, at least, will never go as you came. We are sure of one blowâ€"if not two.” They meant it! Hard as my brain worked in those first few minutes I could see no alternative for myself whatever might happen outside. Did my man suspect something and force the door down there, it was still one blow and a kick against two knives and a revolver. It seemed we were simply waiting for a distant explosion and shouting that, should tellâ€"what it told. I was feeling faint under the awful strain ...... By now Mareschi would have reached the hotel. That candle over there! It was burned half dOWn. lfâ€"if it would only go out of a sudden! If onlyâ€"â€" The inspiration came without my knowing it. My slouch hat lay near my feet; in a flash. I had picked it up and flung it. Bash! The candle was knocked, no one knew where. Sud- den darkness! Now for lifeâ€"dear life! A jabbered curseâ€"a simultaneous rush. I recollect how every hair on my head sprang up like a red-hot wire as 1' took two stealthy strides to the right. A hand blundeer out and gripped me; I struck back convulsiveâ€" ly, and met a bristly chin. One man crashed down. They had no matches â€"or feared to leave the door. One more desperate side swoop I made. collided with a body, staggered away struck at the wall, and crippled my handâ€"and suddenly remembered something just as death seemed clutching me by the throat. My whistle! I always carried one. It was out. One deafening, piercing signal thrilled through the house. I made a huge bound just avoiding their arms, I sprang from side to side, kicking, shouting, blowing the whistle, until the place seemed a very pandcmonium. Nowâ€"now there was a thudding at the door belowâ€"now a crash, and shouts. One minute more could I keep up that mad maze, and I was safe, and had turn- ed the trap for one into a trap for three. The doorâ€"the door; I heard it 0p- en. Another frantic rush, and I was struggling with the man who had held it. The pistol went off once. twice, flaring in the darkness, and then. with my very last effort, I dashed him sideways, and was out on the landing. A glare of lanterns; my man, with two constables, sprang past me. One of the scoundrels lay unconscious, another tool<'-fliglit, and the third was seized as he swung up the revolver again. Safe! I just waited to make sure, got my nerve, and went off like a man possessed. I reached the Strandâ€"that I had never thonght to see again. Noth- ing had happened; people were bust- ling along as unconsciously as ever, A cabâ€"the Cosmopolitan Hotel! Five minutes later. as it swung around ~ ‘ - r~, . . v , v v,‘ I» _ ‘ , the Piccadilly bend. I caught sight of “1 “mm- “me- “"301”- “ho “I‘LL” 1 two pounds; m i[‘|11!,â€">.nmlc(l - .v ' - ‘ vble just about to (wuss the an Objpttlillld ' with 10‘) blows of the heavy bamboo ‘ NHL my chief, road. I shouted to the driver, leaned out to wLisper one word. and l . l s “Halloa. where have you been?" he asked. "You‘re white enough! Got him? Yes, to be sure, twenty minâ€" utes ago, bomb and all, with just the papers on him we wanted. The man's mad; he made a clean rush for the front entrance. It was all over quietly in one minute. Meanwhile," with a chuckle, "the lajah is not due. in London for another two hours â€"change in the programme that. was not announced to the papers! There were only five in it, it seems. Arborâ€" ctti and himself we've got, and the other threeâ€"" "Are safe in the cells," I said. And then. for the first time in my life,I dropped back into the cab and quietly fainted. ¢.___._ ECCENTRIC ROBBERS. Extraordinary Reasons for Com- mitting Burglaries. In July of 1808 a man broke into the castle of Count Laniberg, near Engelseck, Germany, and totally disâ€" regarding jewellery to the value of $10,000 that was lying about, deâ€" camped with a volume of lleine, two water-color sketches, and a photo- graph of Countess Lainberg. Al- though an expert burglar he seems to have followed a career of crime more from a love of the work than from any desire of gain, often indeed, as in the foregoing instance, preferring some trifle to an article of considerâ€" able value. When arrested he confessed to hav- ing committed in the course of the year no fewer than 308 burglaries, more for the love of exercising his skill than for the sake of booty, which almost always consisted of some insignificant article. Indeed. to such an extent did he carry his conâ€" tempt for the more sordid side of his “art” that if at any time he abâ€" stracted jewellery he invariably disâ€" posed of it for next to nothing. Another member of the fraternity who may be said to work for love of the gentle art of burgling is a styâ€" lish young Parisian, who, though possessed of a fine villa in the su- burbs of the French capital and an income of $22,500, has such a weak- ness for houseâ€"breaking that without hesitation he risks both liberty and reputation for the excitement that his nefarious pleasure affords. Not long since he fell into the hands of the police and was sentenced to a period of imprisonment. Charles Peace, though not disdain- ing the more solid rewards of his profession, had an especial FONDNESS FOR VIOLINS, of which he OWned a, valuable collecâ€" tion that had been feloniously acâ€" quired. His prototype seems to have been one Klett, an Austrian, who, at his death in the early thirties, was found to be in possession of some thirty violinsâ€"many of them of con- siderable valueâ€"the proceeds of do prodations committed in his own and other countries. Ten years ago the house of a lady living in the neighborhood of Liverâ€" pool was broken into. The rooms had been ransacked, but a thorough investigation proved that nothing had been carried off save a culinary recipe. This pointed to a certain gourmet, an old acquaintance, who had repeatedly asked for and been reâ€" fused this very recipe. The epicure ultimately confessed to the theft, was forgiven, and within the year married to the lady he had robbed. Two years since, during a discusâ€" sion in the billiard-room of a counâ€" try house in England upon crime and criminals, a gentigman present boastâ€" ed that he could emulate the exâ€" ploits of the most expert of the house-breaking fraternity. The oth- ers poohâ€"poohed his assertion. and, a wager resulting, he was required that night to enter a neighboring mansion and take therefrom a certain photo- graph that stood in the owner's bed- room. In thc result he successfully accomplished his task and won the bet. The photograph was returned anonymously the following day. Last autumn a merchant from Nantes, while visiting the Eiflel Tower, was robbed of his purse con- taining a large sum of money. This affected his brain, and he promptly set about indemnifying himself for the loss by stealing every model of the tower on which he could lay his hands. He was at last arrested whi.'e in pursuit of his hobby in a shop on the Boulevard Voltaire, and on his rooms being searched no few- er than fifty models of the Eiffel Tower were found stowed away in boxes and cupboards. â€"â€"+ EVOLUTION OF MAN. Mrs. GroutzIIusbands are so differâ€" ent from other men! Mrs. Snapper: I know it. I said to John last evening. How the wind blows! and he grunted and said: Did you ever know the wind to do any- thing else 1’ Mrs. Grout: That's just it. _ Before you were married to him he prob- ably would have had no end of nice things to say in reply. LUMINOUS POTATO The common potato, when decomâ€" posing, gives light enough to read byâ€"a light so vivid that once a cel- lar at Strasburg was thought to be on fire when shining wilh the phosâ€" phorescence of decomposing pota- toes. CHINESE CENSORSHIP. The censorship is a very real thing hook is punishc' and banished for life. 1lcurrants. dates, figs and chopped eff-- l l l l l. 1 ceeeeoceeeeeeceeeeeeeg 5., §Abouttne E; ti ....H0use i i” V C? 3$3W3333?3333W63W MEMORANDA OF AN OLD HOUSE- KEEPER. Roll pastry from the centre in all directions. Rolling backward and forward-makes the crust tough. Rol- linp; from the centre each way, gives a circle, and there will be less trim- ming. A delicate green icing that is not unliygienic can be made by soaking two unronsterl cofl'ee beans twclVI hours in the unbeaten white of an egg. Remove the beans, beat the white of an egg and add sugar. \"hen the tops of loaves of bread are burned instead of cutting off the burnt portion, when perfectly cold remove the burnt part with a coarse grater. brush away the crumbs and cover the top of the loaf with a soft cloth wrung very dry from warm water. The unsightly yellow spots left by machine oil on white goods can be removed by rubbing them with a. cloth dipped in ammonia, then wash- ing with soap and water. Kerosene will remove the gummy substance which forms on sewing machines. Marks on the kitchen wall which have been made by careless hands in striking matches will disappear ll rubbed with the cut surface of a lem- on, then with a cloth dipped in whitâ€" ing. Wash the surface with warm water and soap, and quickly Wipe with a clean cloth wrung from clear water. Green tomato soy for fish and meat is made by slicing without removing the skins a two-gallon jar of green tomatoes and eighteen medium sized onions. Heat slowly without adding water, then put in two pounds of brown sugar, two quarts of vinegar, two tablespoonfuls each of salt, ground pepper and mustard, a table- spoon each of ground cloves and all- spice. Cook slowly until tender, then put in pint cans and seal. Success in making croquettes de- pends largely on securing the right temperature of the fat at first. This can be determined by dropping into the fat 21. small square of bread; if it browns while the clock ticks forty times, it is right for material that has been previously cooked, and for raw material the bread should brown in one minute. Always drain cro- quettes. They are nicer if rubbed with white of egg and rolled in bread crumbs before frying. Fruit cake is more often heavy be- cause the fruit is not properly prc~ pared. A cake or pudding will not be as light if raisins or currants are used when damp. Wash them and rub the curl-ants with a coarse towel to remove the remaining stems and thoroughly dry them both. Leave them in a warm place twenty-four hours. so that there will be no moisâ€" ture; then store in cracked fruit pans. Store fruit cake in a tin box or stone jar. but do not wrap it in eithâ€" er cloth or paper. Mutton can be made almost as de- licate as venlson, and loses largely its abjectionable flavor if marinaded. To prepare the marinade add to one part strong cider vinegar and one part water a few whole cloves, some allspice and pepper corns and a few slices of onion if the flavor is liked. Some add sliced carrot. Put the meat into this mixture (the liquid should cover the meat) and leave twelve hours or over night; then cook as usual. It. is not economy to turn down the wick of a coal oil lamp. If a dim light is desired, it is best to place the lamp in another room or shade it. When turned down, the oil feeds the wick faster than it is consumed. and a disagreeable odor results. There is a greater liability of explo- sion when a lamp is turned down than when it is burning freely. When the wick is extinguished turn the wick below the to; of the tube; when lighted turn up gradually, that the oil will not work up the wick and run over. nor the chimney break from too sudden expansion. DOMESTIC RECIPES. Light Tea Cakesâ€"One cup sugar, two eggs, oneâ€"half cup melted butter, one and one-fourth cups of sweet milk, three teaspoons Royal baking powder sifted into four cups of flour. Mix, roll in a sheet and cut into bis- cuits. Bake twenty minutes in a quick oven. Ilome Puddingâ€"One quart hot milk, eight pounded crackers, one tablespoonful flour or Corn starch, one cup sugar, six eggs. all kinds of spices, two cups Currants an'l raisins. Bake, eat with swoet cream. I‘ingree Cakeâ€"One cup granulated sugar, on;- heaping' tablesI oonful but- tcr, one egg and the yolks of pro more. two-thirds cup s'f-Vcct inilk Eff Water, two cups sifted flour. one heaped teaspoonful baking powder. l-‘luvor. bake in three layers. I-‘or fillingâ€"whites of two eggs, orig cup sugar, one-half teacup cocoanut. Favorite Cakeâ€"Three cups granu- lated sugar and one and oneâ€"half cups butter. Creamed ‘ five .I‘tl five cups flour, ed with tczispoonfuls linking j!’)'x‘."i,‘r; one teaspoonnt of mixed spin-: and raisins, thch A good, coinin'nn :it (who; will keep \\'e'l for four \‘JL‘JiLSa