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Her thoughts ilwolt on Dr. liusatti,
As the first young' man in whose
eyes she had ever rend a
dawning admiration. The purchase
of the dress was distinctly traceable to
such a source. She was accustomed to
his presence, pondered on his words
during his absence, and found it agree
able to watch for his return. Fickle
Dolores! The unexpected intrusion of
the young naval odicer, Arthur Cur
son. handsome, amiable and full of
youthful animation, banished speedily
preference for the sallow and thin
Maltese physician. Her pulses still
fluttered, as the blood coursed more
rapidly through her veins, at the recol
lection of his visit. Should she ever
see him again? Why not? Then, as
her needle flew, her dream deepened.
The Knight of Malta, in polished
armor, would come to the garden
gato in a golden chariot and lead her
away. Are the knights all dead, and
must the world grow so old and sad as
to lose all faith in tho actual existence
of these splendid cavaliers? Stay!
what was he like? Had she ever truly
gazed upon his face?
She paused, with her needle up
lifted, and her features contracted in
meditation.
At this moment, Florio sprnng up
and uttered tho most miniature of
fierce canine barks.
Dolores glanced about her, with a
little gasp of wonder.
Dicut Curzon, after a preliminary
rap^ pushed open tho gate and entered
tho inclosure without ceremony. His
face glowed with a smile of satisfac
tion, as his glance sought the girl,
seated beside the fountain with her
work.
Laeh paused in silence and gazed at
the other, Dolores with indefinable ap
prehension, and the young man with
an eagerness of which he was uncon
scious. The soul of the girl spoke
through her eyes with an instinctive,
appealing grace, and Lieut. Curzon
was again thrilled through with an
emotion that occasioned a quickened
heart-throb beneath his uniform.
“Good day,” he said, at length, ad
vancing and extending his hand.
“Good day,” replied Dolores, placing
her small brown fingers on his brown
palm, and dropping thimble and
scissors in the uct.
Klorio growled, menacingly, and
seized the boot of the intruder in his
teeth.
“I trust your grandpapa is
all right,” continued the visi
tor, retaining the little hand
in his grasp rather longer than cere
monious politeness exacted.
“Yes! thanks,” demurely. “Shall I
call him?”
"No! Give me ' another moment
first"
« “As many moments as you wish.
You were so good to poor grandpapa
that day,” and gratitude brought a
warm tide of rose color to the velvety
cheek, a moisture to the brilliant eyes.
“Was I good?" He forgot his mis
sion, and everything else in the world,
except the piquant face before him,
which fascinated him strangely.
“GOOD DAY.’’
Passion, unreasonable, mad, even
capricious, was kindled in his breast
i for the first time He felt an impulse
to take the graceful head between his
hands, and' cover brow, cheek and
mouth with rapid kisses, as he would
have gathered one of the flowers
blooming near her, and crushed the
fragrance out of it against his lips.
Separation of a day had but deepened
the longing to return, and lent wings
to his feet. He had cheated himself
with the delusion that he had for
gotten her. Hitherto sufficiently
bold in the wooing and flattering of
the owners of pretty faces, the sailor
was shy, almost embarrassed, in the
presence of Dolores. This fresh fruit
of maidenhood, still protected by the
sheath of unconsciousness and purity,
intimidated him. The absence of the
old man did notencouragc him to once
more venture to touch her hand.
Then he communicated the true aim
of his coming. At first speech was
difficult to him, and his words were
stammered, half completed, until, en
couraged by the subtle sympathy of
his listener, ho waxed so eloquent
thut Florio grow weary of worrying
his boot and decided to take another
nan
On the following evening his cousin,
Mrs. Griffith, was to receive the Rus
sian grand duke now on board the
corvette Ladislas in the harbor. The
lady wished to greet her guest with a
series of characteristic tableaux. Do
lores must consent to take a part in
the entertainment.
The girl listened in passive silence.
Her rich color faded to a warm, golden
pullor, the corners of her lips drooped;
tho dellcute nrch of black eyebrows
met above the bridge of thin nose
with tiie flexible nostril. She did not
question the means whereby Mrs Grif
fith hud become aware of her capacity
to serve on the occasion, l’ossibly she
divined that some suggestion made by
Lieutenant I'urzon had resulted in the
invitation. Why did she not betray
more joy in tho opportunity of diver
sion? Tiie messenger was piqued,
puzzled, even tantalized, by the ap
pearance of willful indifference in her
bearing.
"You understand the role assigned
you, do you not?" he demanded, with
tender insistence.
“I understand perfectly well," she
rejoined, musingly. "Grandpapa may
not consent, though."
“He must consent We will tell
him there is question of receiving a
Russian grand duke.”
"Should I be required to recite a
verse? I have done that several times
at the convent,” said Dolores, with
childish triumph.
He suppressed a smile.
"Hot on this occasion, Dolores. May
X call you Dolores?”
She gave neither consent nor re
fusal; a dimple deepened near the cor
ner of her mouth.
"I will bring all the things in the
morning, I mean your stage wardrobe,
and then we will have a full dress re
hearsal here in the garden," said the
young man, blithely. “Grandpapa
shall decide if you are a true Phoeni
cian maiden."
“I must be ugly and yellow, like the
figures on the bits of stone and pot
tery,” demurred Dolores, ruefully.
“As if you could be other than love
ly, Dolores," he said, bending over
her. “Afterward there is to be a ball.”
An expression of sudden delight
transfigured her face. She threw back
her head, and cpened hor eyes. Togo
to a ball and dance! What felicity of
happiness! She clapped her bands to
gether, with an irrepressible transport
of delight, and sprang to her feet with
an elasticity of movement which sent
a tingling vibration of sympathy
through the veins of her companion.
“I will come if grandpapa only con
sents,” she exclaimed.
_ “Uive me the very first waltz,”, in
sisted Arthur Curzon, with a soft
meaning in his tone.
The maiden accustomed to ball room
gallantry might have blushed mod
estly, lowered her glance and toyed
with her bracelet before yielding con
sent.
Young Dolores stooped to recover
her scissors, and retorted frankly—
"Oh, yes!”
Then she added, naively:
“1 thank you for remembering me.”
Jacob Deal try approached from the
house and returned the greeting of the
officer without warmth, and yet with
out any manifestation of surprise at
his second visit.
Dolores flew to his side, clasped her
hands on his arm, and explained the
invitation of Mrs. Griffith’s to the tab
leaux and ball
The old man listened without com
ment, while his countenance betrayed
bewilderment and suspicion.
"Did you come to sec my Moorish
coin?” he questioned abruptly of Ideut
Curzon, when his grandchild had fin
ished.
"Yes,” said the young man, with
hypocritical alacrity. “I think of go
ing in for that sort of thing, Mr. Deal
try, during my stay at Malta, and
making a collection. |
“Very good,” muttered tho grand
father, producing the Moorish coin for
his inspection.
Wounded pride made Dolores flash a
reproachful glance at the officer, while
her short upper lip curled scornfully.
“I would not buy a privilege,” she
said in a smothered tone, as the old
man sliufilcd away in search of other
relics, tempted by the yielding mood
of the amateur collector.
"I would buy some privileges,” he
retorted, laughing.
She shook her head and approached
him near. Her shoulder touched his
arm.
"Why are old; people so greedy for
gold?" she inquired, seriously.
"They have learned the value of all
earthly things, my child,” said Arthur
Curzon. with mature gravity.
"Will you become so horribly greedy
tvben you are old?” pondered Dolores.
“Even more so,” he said promptly.
"1 do not believe it,” she said, gaz
ing iid into his face potently.
Again the sailor drank deeply of the
soul in the eyes of the girl.
When Jacob Dealtry had yielded a
half abstracted consent, the messenger
of Mrs. Griffith departed.
Dolores ran to her own chamber,
climbed on a chair and lifted down a
green box. studded with brass nails,
from a high shelf.
She raised the lid of the receptacle
and drew forth a mantilla of black
lace, a shell comb, a fan and a tiny
pair of black satin slippers. A faint
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perfume of sandalwood and orange
flowers emanated from these treas
ures, which had belonged to her Span
ish mother.
Was the faded green box destined to
play the purt of Pandora's casket, and
scatter abroad, with the contents,
the fairy shoes and the fan, confusion
and trouble?
Then she put on the pink dress, and
pausing before a small looking glass,
audaciously severed the sleeves above
the rounded elbows, and cut down the
corsage.
She thus prepared the new robe for
a most unexpected debut.
Attired to her satisfaction, Dolores
sought the corridor, and paused before
the portrait She made a little genu
flexion, and held up a finger mock
ingly
“Perhaps he is the Knight of Malta
after all,” she said aloud.
The cavalier of the picture was
mute, somber, threatening, in the ob
scurity of the old Watch Tower.
CHAPTER VII
THE SWALLOW WALTZ.
HE OLD PALAZ
t. zo of the Strada
II Zecca, occupied by
i Gen. Griffith and
I his family, was
I brilliantly lighted
on the ensuing
evening.
<• A massive lan
tern above the entrance shed a ray on
the scutcheon of the Order of the
Knights of St- John; while within the
vestibule, trophies of the cavaliers,
helmet, pike, halbert, and sword, were
still grouped on the walls.
The visitor who passed under the
arch of the portal on this occasion,
found himself in an atmosphere re
dolent of the sweetness of flowers, and
surrounded by those elements 'of life
in which European and Oriental in
fluences were curiously blended. The
colonnades of the mansion were illu
minated with pendent clusters of
eastern lamps, alternating with
the cool and fragrant shadow
of clumps of palms and jessa
mine, and the rippling plash
of a fountain was audible in the cen
ter of the adjacent court, while Turk
ish rugs and cushions, exhaling musk
and amber from their folds, were
placed in convenient embrasures be
tween the columns, as if inviting to
that tranquil repose suggestive of the
inseparable accompaniment of a pipe
of perfumed tobacco, a gilded tray of
sweetmeats, coffee, or sherbet, served
on bent knee by one of those Nubian
slaves in jeweled turban and silken
tunic still to be found, in mute
effigy, in Venetian places. Surely
a beauty of the harem, in em
broidered vestments, would peep
from the shelter of yonder screen of
lattice of arabesque carving, or glide
down the marble steps on the left! In
stead, the intruder jostled a stiff, En
glish servant carrying tea, came unex
pectedly upon a group of officers in bril
liant uniform lingering at a buffet, or
was surrounded by a bevy of ladies in
toilettes bearing the imprint of Paris
and London make.
The hostess received her royal guest
at the entrance of the first sala,
a gracious presence in a robe of
cream-colored moire antique over
pistachio green satin, with fair arms
and shoulders revealed by a corsage
of golden tracery, studded with opals.
The young prince, pale, slender and
beardless, with heavy-lidded eves, and
a languid utterance, was a ’modern
Telemachus, escorted by Mentor in
the person of Gen. Lubomirsky, with
a bristling, white mustache, a la
militaire, and several orders attached
.to the breast of his uniform.
As such Mra Griffith wished to
come the grand duke.
Telemachus was conducted by his
host through several rooms, where
myriads of lights were reflected on
mirrors, and a profusion of flowers,
arranged in banks and masses, with a
background of tree ferns and tall
plants, with variegated leaves, formed
a miniature garden, to a gilded arm
chair placed in the center of a large
and lofty apartment. The prince,
seated here, and surrounded by an
expectant company, was required to
contemplate a dark curtain, draped
with Russian and British flags, until
such time as the drapery was drawn
aside, revealing a tiny stage.
The scene, arranged with admirable
artistic effect, represented a margin
of shore and rocks, with tropical vege
tation. In the background was visi
ble the entrance of a grotto, half con
cealed by a drooping vine.
The hostess, personating Calypso,
in a classical mantle and robe of ivory
white tints, with a soft crepe peplum,
embroidered in a Greek pattern, and
her abundant dark hair gathered in a
knot at the back of the head, pushed
aside the vine, emerging from the
grotto, and extending her hand with a
smile to the grand duke, said in a
musical voice:
‘•Telcmaque, venez dans ma de
' meure ou, je vous recevrai comme,
mon fils. ”
"Malta was the island of Calypso,”
said the prince, when the curtain had
fallen.
"Yes Let us respect all myths at
such a moment,” added Gen. Lubo
mirsky.
When the mimic stage again be
came visible, three pictures, divided
by a seemingly massive frame, occu
pied the space.
. TO BE COKTIKVKO.]
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GRAND OLD PARTY.
LIVINO TRUTHS OF THE RE
PUBLICAN POLICY.
The Free Trade Tories Exposed All
Along the Lino—The Free Trade Con
spiracy Has Wrought Rain In Many
Industries.
Mr. David Wells Is not at present
writing essays upon the poisonous
quality of imported shoddy. When
ther was a duty protective of American
wool and consequently a brisk trade in
American woolens, Mr. Wells was
nearly as lachrymose as tearful Tommy
Shearman concerning the importation
of European shoddy. “There Is poison
in it,” shrieked David; “European
shoddy is the refuse of hospitals and
lazarettos,” screamed Tommy; and then
they wept and lamented that it was
made dutiable. The Wells and Shear
man plan for decreasing the American
use of European shoddy was by way of
admitting it duty free to American
ports. At any rate, that was part of
the plan. The other part was by way
of admitting foreign wool duty free.
With free wool, they said, the Ameri
can manufacturer will get a pure raw
material bo cheaply as to make the
use of imported shoddy needless. Just
how the latter clause of their pleading
agreed with the former clause, which
demanded free shoddy, they did not
explain. However, a Democratic Con
gress and President have admitted
European wool duty free and have re
duced the duty on shoddy from 30 cents
per pound to 15 per cent, ad valorem.
But the Imports of shoddy have not
decreased. The lazaretto-tainted re
fuse of Europe was Imported to the
United States in March last in quan
tity that was 1,407 per cent in excess
of the importation during March of the
last year of the McKinley bill, the
amount of imports of shoddy being but
1,504 pounds under the McKinley Jblll,
and 2,118,689 pounds under the Wilson
bill. For nine months ending March,
1894, the importations were 75,923
pounds, and for the eight months end
ing March, 1895, they were 9,713,187
pounds.
This is how free wool Insures “cheap
clothing, all wool,” but made of tjiree
fourths shoddy. Let us consider the
situation: Free wool and ruined wool
growers; free wool and woolen mills
running half time; free wool and lower
wages to such operatives as can find
work in woolen mills; free wool and
an increase of more than 1,400 per cent
in the amount of shoddy woven into
stuffs that are sold as “cheap all wool ,
clothing, made cheap by repeal of the
wool duties.”
Meanwhile, as we have said Weeping
David and Tearful Tommy no longer
are sniveling over the importation of
“poison-tainted shoddy.”—Inter Ocean.
Gold, SUvor and Manufactures,
The campaign of education on the
currency question is assuming gigantic
proportions. There are many who
would make it the leading issue in the
next Presidential and Congressional
elections. The energy that is being dis
played in this direction emanates chief
ly from the tariff reform and free
trade leaders, and their work is very
frequently regarded as being but a mere
trick to divert the attention of the
voters away from the more important
discussion of the tariff question.
Whether the money question be
solved by the establishment of mono
metallism or blmettallism, we feel as
sured that the tariff will always be in
the future, as it has been in the past,
the leading principle, in so far as the
American people are affected by na
tional legislation. There are some
countries in the world whose currency
is established upon a gold basis; there
are other countries that have a gold
and silver basis.
In this country the great majority
of the people never see gold, except in
the western section. Our paper cur
rency predominates for general circu
lation in the east, with small silver
coins for fractional change. In the
west, where the free coinage of silver
is advocated, gold coins are used for
the daily trading of the people in pref
erence to paper money, and the western
currency of the country is practically
gold and silver, whereas in the east
the actual currency consists of paper
and silver, the paper money bearing
the indorsement of the United States
treasury department.
Tiro Point! of View.
The bad taste of the fifty third con
gress lingers, says the Washington
correspondent of the St. Louis Globe
Democrat. A senator. In a reminiscent
mood, told a story of the closing hours.
There was pending a bill In which cer
tain corporations were generally inter
ested. This bill had passed the house,
but seemed to be pigeon-holed In the
senate. Every vote which could be
mustered was deemed to be absolutely
necessary. One day a senator who was
serving his last session, with no politi
cal future before him, was approached
with this kind of a suggestion:
“You are about to retire to private
life, and we desire to have the benefit of
your experience. We are prepared to
offer you a salary of $10,000 a year for
your services as an attorney for our
corporation."
The senator thought a little, and then
he said that, while such a proposition
might be legitimate enough after March
4, he doubted whether he could enter
tain It until then. At any rate, he felt
that he ought not to give a definite
answer without consulting his friends.
The representative of the corporation
said: “Certainly.” He could not say
anything else. So the senator went to a
brother senator and told him just what
had happened. He asked for advice.
“You blamed fool.” said the other,
“why did you not take It?"
Troubled In mind, with the appre
hension that perhaps he had heedlessly
i let a good thing slip, the senator sought
I out another senatorial confidant. He
... it - -
repeated the offer he had received.
"Why didn’t you *pit In the man’s
face?" demanded that senator, scent
ing at once the fine scheme of bribery
covered by the suggested attorney
ship.
The story is interesting chiefly as a
revelation of the attitude which exists
in the senatorial code of ethics.
Scrap Iron and Tin.
Editor American Economist: I know
a traveling tin salesman who has been
in the business five years. When he
first started he could purchase scrap
iron from farmers for 50 cents per hun
dren-welght and pay in trade. He sold
his iron for $1 per hundred-weight,
gaining 100 per cent on his money In
vested.
He can now purchase scrap iron for
18 to 20 cents per hundred-weight, but
is obliged to sell it for 30 cents per
hundred-weight. He thus has the
trouble of collecting 500 pounds of scrap
to gain the same profit that he used
to make on 100 pounds five years ago
under a protective tariff.
Five years ago, or even three years
ago, he could sell tinware at nearly
every house, getting in return fully
one-half cash. Since June, 1893, his
trade has continually decreased, until
now his sales amount to less than one
half what they were in 1892, and he
can scarcely ever get any cash in pay
ment for goods.
In 1892 the average price paid for
eggs during the season was 18 cents
per dozen, while in 1894 the average
was only 12 cents per dozen.—Marcus
W. McKellips, Holland, N. Y.
An American Business Week.
To the city of Springfield, Massachu
setts, belongs the credit of having an
American week, when ail the stores are
decorated with American goods only,
all the product and labor of Americans
being placed on view with the idea of
enticing customers to purchase only
American goods. This is an excellent
idea for more reasons than one,
and it has already spread to other
places. If successfully carried out it
will not only help the immediate sale
of our own products and manufacturers,
but it should tend to create a lively
subsequent demand for similar goods.
In very many retail stores it is regarded
as quite the proper thing to sell Amer
ican goods as if they were of foreign
manufacture, and their proper display
upon their own merit will afford cus
tomers an opportunity of learning that
they have not been in the habit of buy
ing something that was English,
French or German. All honor to
Springfield for its idea. Let us have
an American week in every city, town
and village in the United States. Show
* American goods, buy American goods,
wear American goods and eat American
food. The first week in July, with its
day of national independence, would
he a fitting and a proper time for the
occasion.
The “Tariff Reform*' Boom.
Wages, in some instances, are highei
than they were in 1894. But they are
far below the wages of 1891 and 1892.
All over the country there have been
strikes for the purpose of securing even
the wages of 1893. The volume of busi
ness has increased over that of 1894,
but it is only SO per cent of that of three
years ago. Business failures in the
last few weeks have been over 600,
against less than BOO in the correspond
ing period of 1892, and this, too, in
spite of the fact that the weaker firms
went under long ago. Exports have de
creased, although the markets of the
world are open to us. We have been
selling bonds instead of redeeming
them, as we did under a protective
tariff.
So much for the business boom
which has come through tariff reform—
the boom which has come through tar
iff reform, but which, strange to say,
did not reach us until the party of pro
tection had again been swept into
power and had been placed in control
of the legislative branch of the govern
ment.—Ex.
Panacea I( Needed.
The bond issues are merely expedi
ents. What is needed is a panacea, not
an alleviative—a tariff that will bring
revenue at the same time be protective
to domestic industries. And we be
lieve that the administration might
be readily induced to sign such a meas
ure—it might console and extenuate
itself on the ground of necessity for
revenue purposes. The Democratic
party stood at one time on a tariff for
revenue, and there would be ample ex
cuse in going back again to that policy.
It is too bad that it is not December
instead of May—we might then find an
escape from some of our present
troubles.—Textile Manufacturers’ Jour
nal, N. Y., May 25, 1895.
No Better
TIi? reorder demand for goods Is ni
better.—Dun's Review, May 25.
This does not look like confidence
in the future of trade, nor as if mer
chants were disposing very readily of
the stacks that they had originally or
dered. Moreover, it does not indicate
such a free consumption of goods or so
liberal a purchasing power on the part
of the people as we had in good pro
tection times.
Want Protection.
It 1“ not surprising that Manchcstei
desires protection from Indian cotton
goods because, during the month of
April, the exports to the British East
Indies fell off from 200,000,000 yards to
3 4?,000,000 yards—a decrease of no less
than 58,000,000 yards in one month.
Shnep a Curiosity.
A man in New York city is earning
a living in the sheep industry. He, is
eng^ed on salary to take care of\a
flock of sheep which has been placi
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