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Show i r ", r, r vi - HE HATES THE JEWS e a a c . r r, r ' a , r o v a ? r ? wiViV0 v.O.J Yi Yj Yi VX wjrAeiV'xYjV..fiVjOV. Yj YAv V r r 'wiYr ar r ' , rx 'T ) Eduard Dumont, the Jew Daitcr of France Evil Where Hebrews Are in Question Greatest Tower in laris. A ROMANCE vSees Only The 3 (O' HE other day when disorders were going on in the streets of Paris an interested spectator was Edouard Drumont, the editor of La Libre Parole. He is Frances champion Jew baiter. 11c is heading the movement against a reopening of the Dreyfu3 case. Where other people see a nigger in every woodpile, M. Drumont sees a Jew. Near and nearer to M. Drumont swept the roar of A has les Juifs! in the streets of Paris, swelling in volume as it rolled along, says a cable correspondent. It was a proud moment for M. Drumont, says the correspondent. He could not contain his emotion while seated. In his passion for law and order he forgot that the cry a has anything was forbidden. Standing up in his carriage he yelled himself hoarse with A has les Juifs! Vive Parmee! A writer in the London Daily Mail has the following to say about this strange man, Edouard Drumont, the Jew baiter, is for the moment king of France; his sovereignty is no less potent because it is unacknowledged; and If tomorrow he thinks proper to unseat Felix Faure in the interest of M. Ester-hazanother president will inhabit the Elysee. Elsewhere than in Faris he wthl exert no influence; but this oils of freedom and political theory ha ever been conquered by strange mnfllJra, and it is worth while to consider what manner of man it is that has now subdued to his hand what wa3 once the most Intelligent and enlightened country of Europe. Long since M. Drumont forgot history and laid aside research, that he might the better devote himself to the baiting of the Jews; and for the last seven years, week in, week out, he has fought the Hebrew with whatever weapons, fair or unfair, have come into his hand, until his orLa Libre Parole has become gan" the most malignant Journal in Europe. Being pledged to the theory that the Jews have Invented nothing, have achieved nothing since the world began, he nonetheless freely admits that the Jews are today the rulers of France. Now, were it true that modern France is the sport of Hebrew cunning, it were tragic indeed, plnee the bravest country cannot survive the disgrace of alien domination. But no true friend of France will indorse M. Drumonts charge, and he himself cannot be sensible of its logical conclusion. For if the Jews be the foolish unproductive people La Libre Parole would have you believe them, what hall we say of the French, who allow themselves to be governed and hoodwinked by a race of faineants? Drumont poses as a writer with a mission, and his mission is to prove first, that no Jew was ever aught but a blackguard; y, me-tr- oj PATRIOTIC second, that every man that I, Edouard Drumont hate Is of Abrahams seed. P is not remarkable, therefore, that he has a keen nose for a Jew. His scent, in truth, is often so sharp that it carries him miles away on a false trail, if you believe him, you will conclude that all the sorrows of the world sprang from the Jews. Who was Paris, the shameless cause of the Trojan war, but a villainous Hebrew, stealing the fairest maiden of the Ayran Greeks? And thus he drags you through the im- CHAPTER memorial records; thus he discovers that every crime which has shocked the human race was committed by ...e people chosen of God. For facts he has the fanatics own contempt, and he will twist the truth to back an argument with the easy assurance of one who knows that he appeals not to the intelligence, hut to the passions of men. Though he adopts as his motto France for the French he involves in a common charge of Judaism, most of the heroes who in modern times have worked and fought for the glory of France. For instance, Napoleon is a Jew, and so his incomparable genius is turned Into a kind of luck. He had but to appear, says the Jew baiter, for everything to succeed. He took Malta the impregnable in a day; ,e crossed the Mediterranean when it was packed with English cruisers. The argument is Illogical, of course, and success sometimes is the fruit of genius; but illogicality has never perturbed the philosophic brain of M. Drumont, and you are not surprised that he empties upon Gambetta his whole basket of vituperation. Yet doubtless history will reverence patriotism when the very name of La Libre Parole is blotted out from the memory of man. It wasthe Dreyfus case which gave Drumont his best opportunity of distinction, and he took his opportunity with a cheerful zeal. lie has nursed the affair until the national honor seems involved, and never once has he raised his voice for justice. The man Is a Jew, he cries, and, therefore, let us suppress the truth, whatever it be. And so his journal has become a school of abuse; its language is so mightily overcharged that only excitement lends it meaning. How dreary it is to read, and what an influence! Even the Jew baiter should grow tired of its daily contortion, its perpetual exhibition of fruitless rancour. M. Drumont is supremely Ignorant of English affairs, but la nonetheless dogmatic concerning the wrongs of Ireland. He is ready to believe any fable that is told him of the hated Gam-bett- as Saxon. Pugnaclou Hamming Birds. In the island of Minora, one of the Philippines, the humming birds are pugnacious little creatures. 'Thousands of them frequently attack huntsmen without the slightest provocation, inflicting sometimes serious wounds on the face and neck. LITTLE GIRL. M. GOODIN. AGED 7. Miss Helen M. Goodin is only 7 years of age, but she is a patriot and a loyal Philadelphian as well. She is the daughter of M. II. Goodin, proprietor of the Bingham house, and it was natural that she should hear a good deal about the preparations for the peace Jubilee in Philadelphia. The talk in- this young miss is thrifty and has a bank account and drew her check for $100 to the order of the jubilee committee. She is a good penman and understands banking methods, so her check was as good as gold, and when she turned it over to her father the latter promptly forwarded it to the terested her greatly and the appeals fund. What is more, he probably for money struck a responsive chord never did anything in his busy life that In her breast. Accordingly she sat he was more proud of than the sending down and took out her check book of his daughters own contribution ; ; ; i ly to all those whom it may concern that noon is past. Again the house has sunk into stillness, save for the distant echo of a fresh young voice singing, from very gladness of heart, at broken Intervals. Going down a long passage covered with frayed eocoanut matting and opening the thick oak door one comes upon what seems to be the only in- -; habited room In the house. Here again Is space ample space, and a lofty ceiling though certainly, as regards any modern luxuries in the way of furniture, the apartment is bare enough. A faded drugget covers the center of the floor, eked out round the edge by which has long since failed to boast more than faint visions of pattern. An old square piano with a short yellow keyboard stands open at one end of the room littered with chairs of no music; some particular pattern, and most of them of an uncompromising nature, are hidden under snippings of dark blue print md mysteriously-shape- d pieces of lining; the shabby old sofa is also piled with various articles of feminine attire. Both windows are thrown as high as the sashes will permit, so admitting d the genial sunshine and sweet air before one stands a very practical-lookin- g sewing machine, before the other is an old wicker table and paper Btrewed with fashion-plate- s patterns. Bending over the solid table which stands in the middle of the room is Shell Wilden. She is at present making a determined onslaught with a pair of formidable scissors on a section of the blue print before mentioned. She has ceased singing for the moment; her brows are slightly puckered, whilst n her keen eyes follow anxtaken by her to be line iously the ihears. There is a decision and energy In every curve of her girlish rounded figure as she leans over the work; the right sleeve of her dark dress is pushed up nearly to the elbow to allow of free play, so disclosing a plump, rounded trm of almost snowy whiteness. Shells fine pure white skin is her one personal attraction; but, as her sister Ruby often remarks, she pays for It dearly, for Shells complexion is by a wealth of wavy shimmering red hair, faintly marked eyebrows, and a pair of eyes which are positively pale green In certain strong lights, though they deepen almost to purple under strong emotion or In the Ireamy gloaming of a summer evening, fehe is a little below the middle height, possessing a round, childish face, with eyes that speak so often when her tongue Is wisely silent that her sister Ruby many a time takes umbrage at ler expressive looks. She has just finished her critical piece of work, and Is again breaking Into unconscious song, when the door pens quickly, admitting a tall, graceful woman of some thirty summers, rhose light spring costume sets off her lark classical beauty to advantage. Ruby, for she it Is, differs from her sister as much In temperament and Jispositlon as In form and expression. No stranger at first sight would have taken these two young women to be related, yet such of their acquaintances who were addicted to the pursuit of psychological inquiry were fond of pointing out that behind the widely lifferent manifestations of the personality of each there was the same original force and Insistence. Did you get it? questions Shell, pausing at her work, and looking a little blankly at her sisters empty hands. asks Ruby, Get It! Get what? clearing a space upon the sofa, and linking down upon It languidly. Why, the tape, of course! I havent in inch left; and how can I get on with the klltings without tape? cries Shell, with a pathetic ring in her voice. Dear me, your mind never seems able to soar above says Ruby, slightly shrugging her shoulders. We got the tape all right fortunately Violet remembered it. Has Vi got It, then? asks Shell, In no way affected by her sisters low opinion of her Intellect. You surely Got It! sneers Ruby. dont Imagine, child, that we are going to burdens ourselves with parcels on such a broiling day as this? I surely did not Imagine that even you would make any poor errand-bo- y tramp a whole mile to bring a few pieces of tape that would have fitted lata your pocket if you were ashamed oil-clo- th half-doze- n flower-scente- grey-gree- dress-makin- HELEN I. of carrying them openly, responds It was a glorious spring day. The old Shell w ith spirit. oak hall in the spacious hall of the Then there is a period of silence, durWilderness has just announced slow- ing which Shell looks quite stern and g! even haughty, while Ruby does not appear to be altogether as as she would wish to be possibly because It Irritates her to see Shell more at ease than herself. Shell meanwhile sews steadily on, and tue conversation threatens to come to a sudden termination, when a somewhat sarcastic glance from Shell causes it to revive. There is no greater mistake than bringing parcels oneself, pursues Ruby in an injured tone parcels are such a nuisance! and why should one do errand-boy- s work they are paid for it? Shell makes no answer, but, bending over the table, begins to fit a tissue paper pattern on her stuff, making a scornful and expressive grimace of contempt at her sisters affectation. I know you dote on carrying parcels; but then you do so many things purposely to annoy that it is no use attempting to stop you, continued Ruby, sighing gently. Shell still keeps silent, only smiling knowingly at her pattern as she twists it from side to side. You were very wise not to go down into the town this morning, Ruby goes on after a short pause. ' Not that there was much sense In the excuse that you hadnt time, for I see you have been wasting it In the grounds pointing with her sunshade to a large vase full of lilac which stands In the center of the chimney piece. It is so absurd to put flowers in this horrid old room. Shell turns her head sharply and smiles at the mauve and white plumes behind her. I just couldnt resist them, she I took a rush round the says softly. grounds before setting to work, and I felt I must bring a bit of sweetness back with me. Ruby Is not listening to the explanation; her eyes are gazing absently through one of the open windows. We heard some news In the town, she observes with a deliberate suddenness. Did you? returns Shell carelessly, as she continues to adjust her pins. Yes Robert Champley is expected home next week. Is he? says Shell, pausing suddenly in her work and opening her green eyes to their fullest extent. Then she continues musingly Poor fellow! Your pity seems rather ridiculous, observes Ruby impatiently. A man with over two thousand a year is not to be pitied. Not even when he has lost the only person who could make that two thousand a year worth having? queries Shell, with a curl of her lip. Absurd! He must have got over his wifes death by this time, says Ruby, tapping her sunshade restlessly on the carpet; "besides, he has his children. Poor little things! muses Shell, with a short sigh. Why poor? Of course he will marry again; and they will be well looked after. Will they? says Shell dubiously. I am sure I hope so; besides, it remains to be proved that Robert Champ-le- y will marry again I think it very doubtful myself. As if you, a child of nineteen, could possibly form an opinion! exclaims Ruby. Why, you were a perfect baby when his wife died I wonder that you can even remember her." Let me 6ee I must have been sixteen, remarks Shell, with provoking accuracy, because I know It happened four years since; and I shall be twenty the day after Of course you would remember him I didnt exactly mean that, owns only at that age you could not Ruby possibly understand much of his character. Now poor Clara used to say that I comprehended him so thoroughly nearly as well as she did. You know Clara and I were close friends. I always thought Mrs. Champley was Garnets great friend, observes Shell, with just a shade of unbelief in her tone. At one time, admits Ruby in some confusion; only after Garnet married and went to India I took her place. No one person can take anothers I know place, says Shell decidedly. Garnet corresponded with Mrs. Champley up to the time of her death I have often heard mamma say so. I am very glad that he Is coming home, pursues Ruby, Ignoring this last allusion of her sisters intimacy with Mrs. Champley. "I have often felt it a weight on my mind that I hav not been able to carry out dear d Claras wish, and look after her chil- dren. Shell has straightened her back, and now stands staring full at Ruby with such a quizzical glance that her sister says with an impatient flush Well have I said anything so very extraordinary? You look as if you were going to eat me. Well, it certainly sounded odd, to say the least of it, replies Shell, resuming her work, to hear that you were going to look after Robert Champleys children. I should imagine that he is pretty well able to look after them himself. As if a man could possibly know anything about the training of children! answers Ruby contemptuously. Of course he cant. I promised their poor mother that I would do my best to look after them, and I shall allow no conventional scruples to prevent my fulfilling that promise." I am quite sure you wont, says Shell in a low tone to her work. Then suddenly a happy thought strikes her. Perhaps he wont have the children home, she says, with a hopeful laugh he cant do better than leave them where they are, at his sisters. Ah, but she is going abroad for her health; and It is solely because he must now take charge of the children himself that he Is coming home! rejoins Ruby, with a triumphant gleam in her fine brown eyes. Well, I suppose it is easy enough to get competent nurses when one has plenty of money, says Shell; and then, dismissing the subject with an impatient shrug of her shoulders, she asks, holding up a long narrow piece of tissue paper, Will you have your back cut in four parts or six? Rubys mind soon descends to the practical, advancing to the table, she at once enters into the most minute Instructions for the cutting out of her dress. I think this pale sateen such a sweet shade, she says, holding up a I bit of the material admiringly. have half a mind to get a pale pink, too. If so, please look sharp! remarks Shell, in a tone of anything but keen I like to get all the summer delight. dresses over in one batch and not keep on at it for months. But, my dear Shell, expostulate Ruby, I thought you liked cutting out and fitting. I am sure you always tell mamma so; besides, you are so clever 1 at It. Oh, I dont mind! admits Shell, rather crossly. Of course one of us must play at being fond of it, since we cant afford a maid. Only It does rather annoy me for any one to be so insane as really to Imagine that I prefer working on a morning like this to being out of doors; and she heaves a sharp little sigh as she glances out at the wavboughs of the newly-budding tender-gree- n trees. g sigh, my Why that asks a tall, willowy, sweet girl with blue eyes, who has Just entered the room. As she speaks she lays her arm caressingly around the girls firm shoulders. She is quite overcome at the prospect of cutting me out a second washing dress, answers Ruby, in a tone which implies, Hasnt she an unfortunate temper? Oh, dear and I was just going to ask her to fix my buff print, because she is so clever at that sort of thing!" e?ys Violet, in a tone of consternation. All right, Vi dear I adore cutting out, laughs Shell. "Bring your buff print by all means and any other material that you can lay your hands on. In for a penny, In for a pound. It Is a pity that we are not all three the same figure in that case I could cut at the same time." out Do you seriously mean you would be kind enough to do more than one because there is my new flannel tennis-froc- k to arrange? asks Violet ed heart-rendin- sea-Shell- ?" half-a-doze- n coax-ingl- y. Ill do it, answers Shell rather only, If I do all the cutting shortly and fixing and trimming, I must bargain that you and Rubyhelp with the machine work. Yea, dear, of course only that stupid old machine will never work for me, responds Ruby, with a vicious look at that useful but inartistic piece of furniture. Ill make it work for me, or I'll know the reason why! laughs VI, seating herself before the machine and commencing to arrange her . cottons. Now, Shell, toss me over your skirt, child!" How can you be so energetic, VI, after our long walk? says Ruby, rising from the eofa with a slight yawn. I have quite a headache with the heat and must rest till lunch, or I shall be fit for nothing during the remainder of the day; and then she leaves the room with a languid step, and the click, click of the old sewing machine echoing pleasantly In her ears. (To be Continued.) Gaust Is the smallest republic In the world. It has an area of one mile and A population of 140. It has existed since 1648, and is recognized by both Spain and France. It Is situated on a flat top of a mountain in the Pyrenees, and has a president who is elected by the council of twelve. t |