ng his
head. "The police have searched every corner of the town, and can find
no one answering the description."

"Have you questioned Kalora again?"

"Yes, and she now remembers that he had a very heavy scar over his
right eye. Her description and these few scraps of paper torn from the
book he was carrying are all that we have to guide us in our search."

The Governor-General held up the several remnants of a ten-cent
magazine.

"It is in English; I read it badly."

He gave the torn pages to the old tutor, and Popova, picking up the
first, read as follows:

What is the great danger that threatens the American woman? It is
_obesity_. It is well known that ninety-nine per cent of all the women
in the United States are striving to reduce their weight. For all such
we have a message of hope. Write to Madam Clarissa and she----

"The remainder is torn away," said Popova.

The Governor-General had been leaning forward, listening intently. "Do
you mean to say that there is a country in which all the woman are fat?"
he asked.

"It would seem so," replied Popova. "Let us read further." He picked up
another of the torn pages and read aloud:

To the Oatena Company of Pine Creek, Michigan:

When I began using your wonderful health-food I was a mere skeleton. I
have been living on it for three months and I have gained a pound a day.
Permit me to express the conviction that you are real benefactors to the
human race. Gratefully yours,

OSCAR TILBURY,
Oakdale, Arkansas.

"Stop!" exclaimed the Governor-General, striking the table. "Is it
possible that somewhere in this world there is a food which will add a
pound a day?"

"The testimonial seems genuine," replied Popova. "It has been sworn to
before a notary."

"What country is this?"

"America, the land of milk and honey."

"Both very fattening," commented the Governor-General. "Popova, I have
an inspiration. You well know that my situation here is most desperate.
I must find husbands for these two daughters, but I dare not hope that
any one will come for Kalora until the disgraceful affair has been
forgotten and I can absolutely demonstrate that she has developed into
some degree of attractiveness. It is better for all concerned that she
should leave Morovenia until the present scandal blows over. Now, why
not America? It is a remote, half-savage country, and she will be far
from the temptations which would beset her at any fashionable c