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CHAPTER II. Continued.
"Velly muchoo smashce up," replies
the Celestial, with an angelic smile.
"And a gentleman was hurt?"
"Yep, hclly sure; he talkeo In air,"
TCFponds Ah Sin, nodding eagerly.
"And they carried him to the hospi
tal?" "Takcc to dead house, all samec,"
declares the Mongolian, rather flip
pantly; for the heathen Chinee has
no heart for anyone outside of Jack.
H'ml Well, that settles it; but I'm
hardly nble to belleo It happened
even now. Where's your proof, Ah
. "How's this?" and the man from
the Antipodes holds a small packngo
"A packet of letters tied with a
string. Where under the sun did you
set those, my good man?"
"On street fall from pocket of
Howard, allee samee."
"The deuce you say! Then why
But never mind; I'll take charge of
them and see that he gets his proper
ty in the morning when I hunt him up
at tho hospital. At any rate, this is
proof enough I wasn't dreaming.
"I wish I could be as sure about
his raving. My ghost, eh? Well, I
like that rather cool, to say tho least.
Haunted by my name, Is he? Well,
I'm sorry, but I never thouglit It was
o atrocious as that. What else did
lie say about going on? had an ap
pointment at twelve that ho must ful
fil. Rather unfortunate, but ho seems
more In a condition to keep one in
tho other world. A fortune at stake, ,
oh? Why, that's something in my own
line. Deuced odd wo both should have
visited the Canongate at midnight on
errands involving the filthy lucre!
Show him tho house with seven gables
at tho corner. That was where he
"had tho appointment, I reckon. Is
there such a houso near hero.' I've
a charitable notion to saunter on a lit
tle bit and see. It would, perhaps, bo
doing tho poor devil a favor if I
dropped In and explained to the good
folks just why Howard failed to turn
"It wasn't his fault, goodness knows.
Wheels will sometimes fly off their
"base, and give an unexpected twist to
a man's fortunes. I've had such
things happen myself. Ho said all
might bo lost unless he got there.
That would be a pity if a few minutes
of my tlmo can save the day.
"Ah Sin, my boy, do you see that
building over yonder tho houso of
soven gables tho house to which tho
jioor gentleman was driving when his
tire was punctured? Well, I'm going
over to sound a tatoo on tho door, and
let them know why Howard falls to
Ho gives tho knocker several res
onant blows, which echo along tho
Someono is heard advancing on tho
other side of tho door, and a hand
tumbles the chain. Evidently the in
mates of this queer houso with tho
gables do not put implicit confidence
in their neighbors, or else they como
from a country where locks are a
Then the door opens.
The hallway is dimly lighted, and
ho can jubt see tho figure of a man
"Why, he's dead and I'm his ghost!"
before him a man as striking In his
general appearance as one would meet
1n tho Quartier Latin of Paris, where
art students abound a man who has
long iron grey hair that falls to his
shoulders, a Bnow-whlto beard, and
who wears tho conventional black vel
vet Jacket of an artist.
Jack is a llttlo struck by tho appear
nnco of this gentleman, who has
swung tho door back rather hastily,
and ts observing him with what ap
pears to bo a burning gaze, so that for
tho moment ho forgets to speak.
During this brief space of tlmo ho
feels rather than sees the eyos of the
other fastoned upon him. Nor is the
explanation difficult to seek, if, as ho
bollovos, this Is the house whore How
ard had his appolntmont.
He finds his voice.
"Pardon me, sir; but were you ex
pecting somoone?" ho asks.
To his surpr'so tho old gentlomnn
Immediately p b out his hand; his
wliolo demonncv changes, since ho no
longer frowns nd looks Busplclous,
but smiles; and Jack, not to be out
done In politeness, meet that palm
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hnllwuy, believing ho can at least hold
his own when It conies to a squeeze,
if given his favorite grip.
Tho bells clang out tho midnight
hour Just nt this moment, and between
the strokes ho hears tho other say,
with wl at happens to bo a foreign ac
cent to his English:
"Welcome, wolcome, to my houso!
You keep tho nppolntmont barely to
the letter; still, as wo say In sunny
Spain, Mns vale tardo quo nunca,
which Is, Better late than never. 1
have waited wo all have wnlted
anxiously. Por Dios! you nro hero.
Again I say, with all my heart, wel
come on this hnppy night, Mr. Jack
Hypnotized by a Look.
The young man from tho States
stands thero as If petrified.
Several 'times during the short ad
dress of the elderly and picturesque
gentlomnn with tho long silver locks
and velvet sack coat he has endenv
ored to break In. eager to disclose the
fact that a mistake has been made,
for Jack Is not the man to feel at ease
In borrowed plumage; but, strange to
say, wben tho other finishes his per
oration with the utterance of Jack's
name, all desire to thus disclaim any
connection with the matter passes
He is like a man partly under tho
Influence of ether. Ho sees things as
through a glass, darkly, and yet en
deavors to grasp the truth as a drown
ing man grasps a sfraw.
A dozen things flash through his
mind at onco. First comes the
tnought that by some accident ho has
stumbled on tho houso to which his
unknown correspondent with whom
ho had the appointment In tho Canon
gate mennt to lend him, but this he
speedily dismisses as less plausible
Beforo his bewildered mind flash
tho remarkable things uttprcd by
Howard In his confused state follow
ing the smash-up. That is why ho
does not mako any resistance when
the Spanish gentleman draws him
over tho threshold. Curiosity Is
aroused, and even on the Instant there
has arisen a deslro to discover why
they play at battledore and shuttle
cock with his name.
Given an active mind and Jack
Travers may bo expected to soon
solve tho mystery; but it will take a
llttlo tlmo, to gain which, without
arousing curiosity, ho must carry out
his part of tho program naturally.
Probably It would bo hard to find a
man more willing to meet Fortune
half-way and dance to her merry tuno
until the hour for unmasking comes.
He Is bold by nature, fearless from
constant association with danger,
since familiarity breeds contempt, and
not averse at any time to engage in
an enterprise tho outcome of which
piques his curiosity.
"Ha! what you?" suddenly exclaims
tho elderly gentleman, as ho brings
tho door to, and nails poor Ah Sin In
the jam Ah Sin who, seeing Jack en
ter, attempts to slip across tho thresh
old, believing it to be his duty to fol
low where the master leads.
The wretched Celestial is In a way
to feel the power of the press, since
his captor shows no signs of relent
ing, when Jack hurries to his relief,
and hastily explains that tho heathen
Chlneo Is his valet, his shadow, with
out whoso watchful presence ho would
scarcely dare to breathe; upon hear
ing which the muscular old gentleman
suspends the pressure, and Ah Sin, re
lieved, though considerably flattened,
Jack hears voices somowhero near
by, and his nerves are tingling with
an eagerness to discover tho mean
ing of it all, which deslro has been
brought Into existence by the mere
mention of his own name by this m
markable foreign artist.
"Follow me, Senor Jack," says tho
party In question, as ho turns and
walks in tho direction of the stairs
Jack unconsciously allows a hand
to slip round to the pocket where ho
usually carries a small revolver. For
years ho has lived among tho wild
cowboys of tho Texan plains or tho
lawless miners In tho Crlpplo Creek
region, where a man's existence aften
depends on his possessing a shooting
Iron, and his ability to handle the
same In tho smallest posalblo fraction
of a second. Old habits nro difficult
to break away from, and Jack has not
vet grown to feel at ease without be
As ho strides past tho parlor door
ho has a gllmpso of several parties in
tho lighted room, and somehow dis
covers himself taking an unwarranted
interest in tho gracoful figure of a
young lady who chances to havo her
back toward him.
The faithful, if wondering. Ah Sin
fellows at his heels, apparently deter
mined to wateli over his bolovod mas
ter at all costs.
Having Biirronderod to tho condi
tions by which ho hns so suddonly
boon surrounded. Jack fancies him
self ready to follow tho lead pf this
dancing will-o'-tha-wisp of fortuno at
least to the very danger line.
They ontor a room. A light stands
on a table. Jack, giving a nasty
glance around, sees nothing moro
dar.gorous than a hairbrush on tho
"Allow me to help you off with your
outer coat," chatters tho other; "no ,
trouble, I nssuro jou. 1 am so pleased
to think our plans havo como out so
beautifully, and that this night wo
Hpcure 1 a fortune, you a portion of
the same with a lovely Cnrrambal
Sonor, your parmonts pardon me
do not exactly suit the occasion, But
I forget; you hnvo boon n long Jour
noy on, ami there has llttlo time oc
curred for such things. After all,
what does It niatter7 I doubt very
much whether the fact of your wear
ing a traveling suit will bo nt all ob
served by your wife."
Poor Jack feels a cold chill chasing
up and down his spinal column. "Par
don mo, Senor," ho gasps, "but you
er said something concerning my
wife, which I er hardly under
Btnnd." The good-natured old gentlomnn In
tho velvet artist's coat bursts into a
laugh, ns though ho finds tho subject
very comical, and, of course, Jack, to
a I n numtt uimj. yum a t JW lM
lAl 1RH 'i
"Welcome on this happy night, Mr.
bo accommodating, laughs too, though
his merriment might bo set down as
strained. Ah Sin simply grins whilo
ho whisks the hand brush over his
master's clothes, but ho Is making"
better headway at solving tho rlddlo
thnn Jack gives evidence of doing.
"Of course," chuckles tho host,
"very foolish on my pnrt, n merry
bachelor as yot; but we calculate,
Senor Jack, on having you tied In tho
tightest knot posslblo beforo half an
hour has gone by."
"The devil you do!" mutters the in
dividual In question, vaguely wonder
ing, now that matterB havo reached
this critical point, whether ho had not
better kick over tho traces, declare
his Identity, and call the gamo off.
(To be continued.)
A REALISTIC ORGAN RECITAL.
Good Work Resulted In Personal Loss
to the Professor.
Andrew Carnegie's" ndviscr In all
matters pertaining to pipe organs
was tho late Frederick Archer, an
English organist, who gave recitals
weekly at the Carnegie Music hall In
One Saturday evenlngMr. Carnegie
attended Archer's recital, and was en
raptured with tho rendition of a de
scriptive piece which depicted a ter
rific storm. Tho howling of tho wind,
tho surf's roar, and tho frequent
crashes of thunder were realistically
portrayed upon tho majestic organ.
"It was grand," declared tho Iron
master enthusiastically, as he greeted
tho organist at the recital's conclu
sion. "You wouldn't believe, though," re
sponded Mr. Archer, "that on ono oc
casion I played that piece on a small
church organ with a most compli
mentary result; in fact, I don't be
lieve that I ever rendered It moro
naturally In Imitation of tho raging
elements." v ,
"What I" ejaculated the famous
philanthropist, "you played that num
ber moro perfectly on a small church
organ than you did to-night on that
"Yes," replied Mr. Archer, sadly, "on
that occasion, when I made ready to
leave tho church, I found that my um
brella was missing."
Origin of Pious Wish.
Tho Rev. Dr. Burrell tells this
story: One of the members of his
congregation has a bright llttlo daugh
ter aged four. One cold Sunday morn
ing last winter she stood at tho win
dow watching tho throngs of peoplo
(the ladles wrapped in furs) on their
way to church. Turning to her mother,
"Mamma, I wlsht I was old enough
to bo a Christian and go to church."
"Why?" Inquired tho mother,
pleased at this pious wish.
"So's I could havo a muff an boa,"
replied tho angel child. Now York
A Punitive Tip.
A follower of '"the races" and his
frlond took dinner together recently
at a promfnent seasldo htoel.
"About how much do you usually
give the waiter?" asked tho frlond as
they sat down to tho table.
, "Well," roturnod tho race track
man, "If he sones me well I give him
a dollar, and if ho sorvos mo poorly
I give him a tip on tho racos."
"Yos, ho wrote a dotectlvo story
and It failed to please tho public."
"How was that? He's a clover writ
or." "Yes, but ho made It too natural."
"How was that?"
"Why, tho thief was too smart foi
H m M&wk
Arozzo, tho tiny town In Tuscnny
In which Petrarch was born, hns nov
or forgotten tho obligation tho grant
Italian poot and mnn of letters put
upon hor by first opening his oyes In
this world In tho midst of her red
tiled roofs, nnd ns that event occurred
Just COO years ago, Arezzo has seen
to It that duo honor wns paid to tho
Thero was n week of ceremony,
for nn event like this must bo cele
brated with duo solemnity nnd In a
comprehensive mnnner. Thero wns
a congress literary persona from
various parts of tho earth woro there;
tourists, too, dropped In to seo tho
show; there was n banquet, n gala
performance at tho theator, n tnblot
unveiled, and flnnlly a reproduction of
Petrarch's famous triumphal entry
into Arezzo in tho height of his famo.
Tho llttlo town was absolutely mad
with delight. When a train rolled Into
tho station of Arozzo a genial nnd
progressive momber of tho town com
mittee would rush up to each stranger
whom ho suspected of coming for tho
"Petrarca?" ho would ask, eagerly.
"Yes," replied tho tourist, hardly
knowing what to say.
But that was onough, Arezzo was
delighted again. Tho committeeman
representing that commendnblo prido
would take possession of tho nowcom
er, rush him into a side room at tho
atation nnd thero bear him down with
tickets, badges, pamphlets and what
not. Arezzo hnd not been so much
ilivo since that day in 1350, when Pet
rarch, nstrlilo his whito horse, visited
his birthplnco. As a matter of fact,
ill Petrarch ever did for Arezzo was
to bo born there, and pass through tho
city forty-six years later. But could
a great man do anything moro for
Arezzo wns cleaned Jn honor of the
event It celebrated, and from gain
posts erected In tho city banners of
red nnd yellow fluttered In tho occa
sional breeze. From every houso
pieces of red and yellow stuffs hung
from windows, nnd even garlands of
flowers festooned plcturesquo walls.
The part of the festival to which
ill looked forward with tho greatest
amount of Interest was anything but
Msnppolntlng. This wns the repre
sentation of the festivities, with np
proprlate costuming, given in honor of
Petrarch when he arr-lvcd nt his na
tive city in tho year 1.TJ0, ns ho was
returning from tho jubilee In Rome.
Tho magistrates went out to meet
htm, nnd ordered that no alterations
should bo mado in tho humble'' houso
In which ho wa born. At that tlmo
ho was at tho height of his fame; ho
ad received tho laurel crown nt
'tome, had written his great work
"Africa," which is n. longer read,
ml was on his wny to Vaucluso.
Petrarch's original triumphal entry
to Arezzo was In December, but as
o sixth centenary of his birth was
elng celebrated, it was thougnt ad-
isablo and not anomalous to Include
his feast for tho eyes, and so not
nly lend that color so dear to tho
Tuscan, but that spectacular element
beloved by every human being.
Tho "festn storlca" wns given
toward evening, for tho sun had been
extremely hot. Fifteen thousand per
sons had gathered to witness tho cul
minating point of the centenary cele
bration on tho great "prato," or field,
Just at the edge ot tho town. They
had como from everywhere In tho
surrounding country, for tho Italians
not only know their great men ot
antiquity, but ore proud of thorn.
Tho spectators sat In rows on benches
which surrounded tho prato, which
has always been used for games and
shows, nnd was moro than likely tho
fcceno of Petrarch's triumph nearly
six centuries ago.
In tho center of tho field stood a
huge wooden figure, representing tho
1 cad and body of a Saracen. This
lurncd on n pivot, and was tho object
of attack by tho soldiers, who woro
drossod as knights in armor. They
rodo through the ontranco of tho in
closure nt full gallop, but waltod to
begin their exhibition until all the me
diaeval figures had mado a circuit of
tho field, and had Boated thomsolvos
In tholr appointed plncos.
Tbon tho leader rodo to the confer
ot the Hold, and at a signal from his
whittle the knights, each with a wood
en lance In hand, rodo at tho Sara
can, tholr' object being to strike tho
figure and break tholr lancos against
It. Soma of tho horsos objocted vio
lently to their unprepossessing an
Ifflffl MTHLS IHTQ
tagonist, but in gcnernl tho knights
ncqultted thomsolvea na worthily ns
any of tho Round Table, nnd spoiled
tho countennnco of the Saracon, tho
"enomy of nil tho Christians." This
game, called Qlostra del Saracono,
was very popular long ago nnd con
tinued In favor for sovernl centuries,
bolng considered most usoful in
strengthening tho young men and
making them adroit nnd quick.
Having finished tho game with the
Moor, tho knights guvo nn uxhlbltlon
of horsemanship, for which tho Ital
ian cavalry nro fnmous. It should
bo stated that nil those knights" nro
In tho cnvalry and came from Flor
ence especially to tako pnrt In tho
After their withdrawal nil tho char
acters taking pnrt In tho show walk
ed around tho Hold. Tholr costumes
wero wondoi fully good reproductions
f i oin tho old pictures, nnd in color nnd
form every ono of them might havo
como to llfo nfter a sleep of several
Every class was represented, Just
aa six centuries ago overy class turn
ed out nt Arezzo to do honor to tho
clty'B greatest son. Thero wero
nobles nnd Knights in armor, moving
bits of color and flashing bits of stool;
Judges nnd priests wero there, too,
nnd llttlo boys In tho most engaging
clothes, nnd tho populace, tho trades
men, the workers, nil woro thero Nib
vividly portraying tho year of graco
1SG0 as Is posslblo In tho unromantlc
year of 1901. But It was tho schol
ars" in tho procession, thoso somber
robed figures, with crimson hoods,
with faces which haunt ono like Hint
of Donto or Giotto or Clmnbuo, who
gave tho medlnovnl character to tho
MesRor Frnncesco hlmsolf wns near
ly at tho ond of tho procession. Seated
upon n whlto horso led by pngos, tho
hero of the occasion slowly passed
In vlow. This man was n good actor.
Ho seemed to bo a Petrarch himself,
with his self-conscious nnd Belf-satts-ficd
mnnner. Petrarch took overy
honor ns a matter of course; ho know
ho was n grent man, and thouglit it
anything but Immodest to nppreclato
himself at his true value. So with tho
Petrarch in tho fostlval.ho was tho old
scholar, humanist nnd poet to tho life.
Flnnlly tho mediaeval cortege halt
ed, and a chorus selected from among
those In tho procession sang n hymn
in prnlso of tho poet. Begun Into In
the day, tho twilight had now envelop
ed the fantastic procession In n poetic
Indistinctness, llko an nttractlvo vis
ion of tho past; tho music sounded
old and distant nnd darkness closed In
on a scono such na ono could find
nowhere save In Italy.
Francesco Potrarch, who haB been
called tho first modern scholar nnd
man of lottors, wns born In Arezzo,
Tuscany, July 20, 1304. Ills wholo llfo,
llko thnt of Balzac, whom Jio resem
bled in no othor wny. was a light for
fame nnd n desire to bo loved.
At tho time of his birth his parents
woro living In Arozzo In oxllo, his
father, who w'as a notary, having been
bnnlshed from Florence in 1302, at tho
tlmo Danto wns also banished for his
syrapnthy with the Blacks. When ho
was seven, years old his father remov
ed his little family to Avignon, then
the city of the Holy Seo. Theso early
yenr8 wero not spent in Arezzo, but
on tho estate of his father, at Anclsa,
consequently ho, hnd no early recol
lections of his birthplace. At 14 ho
was Bent to Montpeller to study law,
and later followed tho samo pursuit at
He was 23 wnen ho first saw tho
Madonna Laura, his lovo for whom
expired only with his doath. Sho in
spired those sannets for which Pet
rarch is now boat remembered, but
tho sincerity of bis passion has been
questioned, and even tho existenco
of tho lady was doubted' in his own
dny. It nppoars, howover, that sho
did exist, bolng tho wife of n certain
Ugo do Sado, a gentleman who Is said
to havo been ery cross to her at
times, jtt she nevor failed In her
wifely devotion nnd was tho mother
of ten children.
In his youth Potrarch was hand
home, and affected tho dross and man
ners of a fop. His genius and la
bors, howovor, wirm ono of tho most
remnrkablo chnptors In tho history
of Italian litorature. He accumulated
books, and had a corps of transcribers
constantly woriung ror mm, for ho
lived boforo tho duys of tho printing
pi os. Some works ho copied him
self, nnd there is recorded the tact
that Boccaccio sont him Dnnto'a "Di
vine Comedy," thnt he might read It
and 'Change hi J poor opinion of that
Potraroh was a groat travolor for
his time, ai"i ho liked to see himself
as another Ulysses. Ho composod a
grent poem on Afrlcn, which ho dodl
cnted to tho king of Naples, and then
botii Paris and Rome, hearing of hi?
doslro to bo crowned with tho lnurels
after tvio mnnner of tho ancients, of
forcd to grnnt him tho distinction. Ho
chose to go to Homo, nnd thoro won
tho bays, having first, nt hla cwn re
quest, passed n Bcvero examination.
Twice ho wns Bent by Floronco aa
nmba8sador to Venice, nnd It wna
soon nfter his roturn from that em
bassy thnt ho died, July 3, 137-1; with
in two days ot his seventieth birthday.
AGED WOMEN WHO SWIM.
Love of Bodily Exercise Undiminished
by Advancing Years.
English papers stato that a num
bor of women who hnvo passed three
scoro yenrs of llfo took swimming
loBsons with grent onthUBlasm nt sea
sldo resorts last summer, nnd regard
thin as Indicating a general tendoncy
on th part of cldorly peoplo to per
form fonts such as would not havo
boon dreamed of n generation ago.
Dr. Dcightou's walk from Land'B
End to John o' Gront's nt tho ago of
CI; tho cycling tour from London to
Berwick nnd back by nn octogenarian,
Dr. Hnrrls; and Mr. Mario's task, yet
uncompleted, of walking 6,000 miles,
thonsh ho Is 7C years of age theso
nro enterprises that havo attracted
Tho cnBo Is cited of a woman, near
ly 70 years old, who says her regular
dumbbell excrclso brings tho pleas-
antost houra of her llfo. A morabor
of the English Alplno club, now over
GO, lias just rcclimbed tho Mattorhorn,
nnd n Wolshman aged 70 not long
slnco tramped over tho highest peak
of Snowdcn, along nn arduous moun
tain ridge, nnd somo ten miles of un
Afraid to Tackle Us.
The refusal of the Fifes to even at
tempt to design another yacht to race
for the America cup is perhaps tho
finest trlbuto that ban ovor boon paid
to Yankees by their cousins across
A letter received from abroad by a
Boston ynchtsmnu says that respect
for Yanltco ability in yacht designing
has developed Into a sort of supersti
tious drend among foreign builders
ami sailors as well. Tho samo lettor
sayB thnt tho Germnn emperor, who
for a timo considered tho poHBlbllity
of challenging for tho ctip, has also
given up tho Idea. At Tiffany's, In
Now York, whero tho famous cup Is
Feturt of Petrarch to frezio in 13.60
stored, it Is nq longer considered
necessnry to tako any special precau
tions against Its theft. Apparently
thero is no ono In tho wholo w,orld
who is capablo of stealing it from us.
Among tho Salvation Army's officers
nt homo and abroad aro a Russian
princess, tho daughter of an English
earl, tho cousin of a Scottish duke,
and the daughter of a New York mil
lionaire, who, discarding tho society
of that city, is happy in working
amid tho slums ot London. All theso
womon havo long been active and.
usoful members of tho organization lm
various branches of its beneficent op-,
The Art of True Deduction.
Mary, tho searcher after Informa
tion, was poring over a largo book
sho had seen her father reading tho
"P-h-l-l-o-so-p-h-e-r'Vflho spelled la
boriously. Then, after a moment's
Internal struggle, sho added: "Phil
osopher. What's ho. Tommy?"
"Huh," snorted that prodigy. "Sh'd
think you'd know. Man who rides a
Imports Clerks From Canada.
The Uiitod States Is suing tho own-
ers of u San Francisco drug store
under tho alien labor law, for Importi
ing four clerks from Canada. Tho.
defense Is that tho men, as graduate
pharmacists, are in the oxempt clasa
ot "men belonging to a recognized)
Women Scene Painters.
Womon havo been doing somo of
tho scene painting at the Imperial
theater, London, lately.
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