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CHAITRIt I.
H I tuke tho wln;r of tho morning and fly to
the uttermost pari:-, of llii e.ii-tli. even there
e&all Thy band ana rets. Jon.
II K N a revolting
sight meets tho
puzo umiij sur
rouiulinjs whero
tho hands of in
dustrious settlor
h.'lVO l;(!l:t husy
doiri'X t h e i r ul
inost in an almost
vain endeavor to
'v . '"" improve on nat
i' uro, tho feolingof
awe which it arouses exceeds hy f.irsueh
fcclrng'croati il under ordinary circum
stance and, in paths oT lifo whero such
Eights are not uncommon Tim violent
contrast chills and paral y.ses t!m senses
anil for ttio moment wo know not how
to act or what to do. Wo stand and
jrazejn horror, as if struck dumb, until
tho actual truth which has burst sud
denly upon us is made clour and indis
putable, v.'hen we hogin to uso our
' reasoning powers, ami look for causo.
Sucb an experience was that of Anton
Reyman on a brig-lit July morning, aa
far back as 1S75.
Anton was tho foreman of the Posada
wine cellars. Three years before ho
had left his homo on tho Rhino, and
had co mo to tempt fortune in the land
of tho sotting sun. For months ho had
wandered around earning what little ho
could, doing odd jobs in various large
towns of Mildlo California, but poor
success, or rather on tiro lack of success,
at last made him so disgusted with city
life that ho turned his back upon bricks
and mortar and set his face and foot to
ward the free, fresh country.
In his old home he had learned
enough to mako him a very useful hand
in a vineyard or a wino cellar, and after
wearying in his useless efforts to reap a
fortune from tho sidewalks of San Fran
cisco, ho had found his way to tho beauti
ful and fertile. Sonoma valloy. His advent
here was as devoid of good results as his
roaming through San Francisco had
been until he finally had tho good fort
une to meet a friend In the person of
Mario Dolaro, a prosperous vintager,
who had need at that time of such a
man as Anton. '
From that day until the one In tho
arly morning of which we find him
wending his way to work ho had given
his master faithful service and had been
rewarded accordingly.
Anton was in a gay mood this morn
ing, lie had breakfasted well and had
kissed his young wife and year-old babe
when he parted from them with such
bright smiles as ho had not worn for
many a day. His thoughts were tinged
with gayest hues, and as he walked
along ho sang lustily an old German
hunting song in a manner which would
tve done credit to a Saxon Jager
leister.
Anton had been born in the midst of
beautiful rural scenery, hut nature had
not lost its cbarra for hxm. He was
never weary of gazing admiringly at the
beautiful landscape which lay stretched
before him. For him tho brown, vine
clad hill possessed a never-failing, ir
resistible charm and ho loved to revel
Ij tbn trcandnur of tho Riirht while Ha
compared it with ths enchanting coun
try he had left beyond tho sea. In this
manner was he engaged when bo casu
ally withdrew his glanco from the hills
and vineyards and cast iton tho ground.
As he did so he baited suddenly and
Eftooped to make certain that it was a
thick line of blood which ho had beheld
in the dust of tho road. No, he bad not
mistaken. Blood indeed it was but
what could it mean? Blood was one of
the last things he would be apt to as
sociate with his surroundings here, and
curiosity was now rampant in his mind.
He followed the irail a row foot and
found that it turned towards tho vines.
A few steps further and ho saw the bedy
of a large, finely-formed man, lying flat
on his back. In almost a single bound
he va3 besido it, and then with an
ejaculation which none but German
throats can possibly utter, be threw up
his arm3 with mixed foelinys of horror
XI THREW UP HIS ARMS IN HORROR.
and anguish "Mein Gott!" he ex
claimed, "who has done this?" It was
enough to shatter stronger nerves than
Anton's, for there, in a pool of his life's
blood, lay his beloved and respected
employer, where between two rows of
his own carefully tended vines he had
apparently crawled to die.
It almost seemed as though he had.
thought his blood too rich to mingle
with the dirt on the road-side, and had
therefore with his last remaining
strength dragged himself to the soft,
fertile soil which he had for eo many
year tilled.
On his face was an expression horri
ble as that which some f us have seen
cn the face of a dead soldier, when
'death has come hj a bayonet wound,
struck by a han$. Bd21fd In tho uso of
that weapon, b? lay teallst
5
less attitude Ills arms wcro sproatl out
ward and one knoo bent; while his eyes
! woro unclosed, and, although covered
by tho glassy film of death, seemed 'to
gazo upward with a wild, weird stare.
ICvory thing pointed to a cruel, sudden
and unexpocted end.
Who has not at one tlmo or another
experienced tho awful, inexplicable
sensation which now held full sway
over simple-minded Anton? 10 von at
quiet bed -sides, where those whom wo
havo loved and cherished lio cold in
death after long and tedious sickness
when we stand in tin presence of tho
King of Terror., after wo havo boon,
perhaps, rally waiting his arrival for
many day:; -even then wo ar; proao to
ask: "('an ti.s b' our friend sleeping
his Irt-t sh -op? Can this bo ho who
took our it:.-: I and spjko so eh erily but
U few days sun;'-?" And sudden death
only iut.-n ;i!i'"s i his dreadful inability
to jjiMi-p an 1 t o n prehend what is, alas,
aos'ernly true.
Yesterday, Mario Del aro, in tho warm
glow of perfect, healthy manhood: to
day, a soulless corpse, ghastly and
livid! j
It took Anton some moments to re
cover from tho shoe.:, but when he did,
his first thought was to look for tho
cause of this terrible spectacle. j
Ho examined tho breast of tho dead
man, out lotirut no wound; then ho
noticed that tho blood had flowed from
beneath the left shoulder and he knew
that Mario Delaro, tho beloved of all
who knew him, tho man who never
feared to faco his enemy, had been
struck from behind.
Ho was mystified, and tho terror with
which his soul was ill led prevented him
from action, so that for many moments
ho knelt staring at tho corpse, as
though ho expected to seo it come to
life.
At last, however, ho awakened to the
necessity of tho hour and arose to look
around. There was not a being in
sight, so without stopping for further
reflection ho hastened in the direction
of the collars, tho entrance to which
was scarcely a stono's throw from where
ho stood. Thoro ho expected ho would
find some ono. Ho was not disappointed,
for two of tho cellar-men soon appeared
and in a short time he had told them
the dreadful news, as well as his ex
cited state would permit, and they all
three made their way to the victim of a
foul and, at present, mysterious crime.
They were all . Germans and with
natural Teutonic caution each refused
to touch the corpse until some person
of authority was present. Ono of them
was an old man who had worked around
the vineyard and oellara for years and
tho other a tall, gaunt young fellow who
was a recent acquisition to the place.
Neither of the three could advance
any reasonable theories. The old man
knew everybody for miles around, but
could not rinvnnbar tkafc Mario haA an
enemy. Anton ha"d known the dead
man for more than two years, and had
never heard a bitter word spoken of
him, while the youngest man of the
three only knew that during the short
time ho had been there he had received
his pay regularly, and had heard hisvnm
ployer spoken of as a good fellow.
Tho other two looked to Anton
some suggestion, and ho gavo th
only one of which he could think. It
was that the young man should make
all haste into the town of San Paola
and inform the authorities of what had
happened, without letting any more
people know of it than was absolutely
necessary.
Tho messenger was hardly out of sight
when tho two watchers fell to talking
of tho excellent qualities in the char
acter of him who had met with such a
violent death.
With tears in his eyes and a voice
thick with emotion, Anton told of the
tender regard ho had for his dead-employer;
he mentioned the many little
kindnesses ho had received from Delaro,
and said that ho had seldom heard a
harsh or unkind word from him since tho
first day they had met.
Tho old man could go further back
into Mario's history than Anton, and he
told cf deeds and acts of charity which
all redounded to the credit of the vin
tager. il soomol as though neither of thorn
would ever tiro of talking about hiia,
and when they ceased for a moment
to eulogize
endeavor to
cause of the
his character they would
peculate on the probable
murder, but no tangible
theory presented itself to either of their
minds. In the space of half an hour tho
messenger was seen returning up the
road followed by two uniformed officers
(the only two of which the little town
could boast) accompanied by another
man ir. civilian's clothe.?.
As they ncarod the spot where the
dead man lay, they were overtaken by
a doctor who had received instructions
to follow them and had done so, calling
into servico the wagon and horse of a
grocer, with the grocer's boy for driver.
Tho sight of these people gave Anton
infinite relief, and he breathed more
easily when he felt that the care of his
ghastly charge was being shared by
others.
The first of tho officers to approach the
body was the marshal. lie took a care
ful survey of the surroundings, but
found nothing that aroused his curiosity
in an unusual degree; nothing that
would serve as a clew, or indicate that
there had been a struggle. The doctor,
with tho assistance of the others, ex
amined the body, and found only the
one wound immediately below the left
shouldev blade, though that was evident
ly very deep.
Plainly the blow had been struck by
a strong arm and hand, which had not
erred in its purpose. It was useless to
surmise; there was nothing to say in
the matter except the plain, horrible
truth that it was a cold-blooded mur
der, though whoso hand had dealt the
blow no person could imagine.
The officers noted all tho particulars
which thay possibly could, and the doc
tor, having taken a diagram of the ex
act position of the body, there was
nothing left to do but to remove it.
They carefully carried the remains to
the wajon and coverir. jr it up with some
empty bags tho melancholy littlo pro
cession started for the town. They had
not gone far when they were met by a
man on horseback. His appaarance de-
r.oteA 3t lift wna & nnraon nt ecnoMal
importance In tho community. lie was
tall but rather thin and bad a very per
ceptible stoop, although boing on horsa
back it was not easily noticed. His
eyes were jot black and wero covered
by heavy, bushy eye-brows; his beard
was carefully trimmed and his dross
rather too perfect for the locality.
While tho expression on his faco was
not repulsivo, it was of a kind which
would causo a man to exorciso extreme
care and caution in dealing with him.
A glanco at his features was enough
to make clear tho fact that ho was not
American born, although his dress an l
manners would not havo indicated
otherwise.
As tho party with tho wagon drew
near to him ho stopped his horse and
inquired: "What is the meaning of this
crowd so early in tho morning?" (It was
not yet seven o'clock) "and what is it
that you have lying in the wagon covered
with those bags? Tho body of an in
jured man, if I mistake not who is it?"
and as ho spoke ho moved his horso
closer to tho wagon.
Tho marshal replied to his inquiries:
"'Mr. Velasquez, 1 am sorry to havo to
tell you that Anton Hoy man has this
morning found tin dead body of your
friend and partner Mr. Dolaro in his own
vineyard, and wo are now removing it to
tho town." "Tho dead body of my part-
HAVH YOU LYING
WAGON?
ner?" responded Velasquez, "ana are
there any marks of violence?" "Indeed
there are," said the officer, "there is no
doubt but that he has been foully mur
dered." '
"But, my God," exclaimed Velas
quez, "can it be possible that a gentle
man who bore the good will of every
body, as Mario Delaro did, can hare
been slain in cold blood?" "Such is
the case," calmly replied the officer.
"And is there nothing to indicate by
whom the dreadful deed was committed
no clew?" asked Velasquez.
"We have carefully searched and can
find nothing," nas the reply.
"And what are you now going to do
with the body?" pursued the questioner.
"We are going to take tho body into
the town and prepare for an inquest
he was answered. "Meanwhile, Mr.
Velasquez, will you kindly undertake
to see that the news is gently broken to
his wife poor soul?" asked the officer.
"I can not at present," was the re
ply, "for she went yesterday morning
with her little daughter, Armida, to
Santa Rosa; but I will try to make ar
rangements so that the news can not
reach her suddenly and will telegraph
to her friends at Santa Rosa as soon as
I can reach the depot. It is not a long
ride, but I will start at once and-join
you later at the mayor's office." Saying
which, Valasquez started his horse at a
brisk trot, and the sad little party
moved on at a slower pace.
CHAPTER n.
Mario Delaro, tho man whose dead
body had been found, was, as hi3 name
indicates, an Italian who had emigrated
to America immediately after the close
of tho civil war, while he was" still a
youth.
His parents had been well-to-do, but
his father met with reverses in conse
quence of a patriotic endeavor to estab
lish some lar-a factories near to Naples,
which had turned out a failure.
Young Mario, full of pluck and spirit,
determined not to become in any way
dependent on his father in hi3 strait
ened circumstances, so with praise
worthy energy ho resolved to try his
luck in California. Like many others,
before and since, Le was doomed to
meet with some bitter disappointments,
but as he had made up his mind to bat
tle in earnest with the world, there was
little fear that he would starve.
He first tried the mining districts,
but there met with indifferent success.
Stftl, by hard work he managed to get a
little money ahead and drifted to San
Francisco, where he opened a fruit
store. There he was more successful
and soon saved several thousand dol
lars. Growing tired of the busy, yet hum
drum life of the city, he resolved am
trying his hand In the wine-prowin
districts, and bought a few acres of lan&
in the fertile Sonoma valley.
Owln sChls imperfect knowledge of
ao vanaofti-us av ixrat xosc ik(rreax tTPal
of money in the ventare, and by the
time that he had mastered all the neo
essary points and was turning out sat
isfactory wines, he found that the poor
wines which many of his competitors
were putting on the market had caused
the people to speak disparagingly of
domestic wines, so that the trade in
them was considerably fallen off.
Howevsr, he continued to persevere in
the face of ill fortune, and was at last
rewarded with success.
Elated with his good fortune, he con
ceived the idea of becoming part owner
and manager of one of the laryest wine
growing noncerns in Sonoma County,
and in an evil hour took into partner
ship a Portuguese named Leon Velas
quez, that he might have tho means
to pcarehaso some neighboring vine
yards. Velasquez brought quite a large sum
of money into the business, though how
he came by it was of ten afterwards a
themo for speculation Ja. the mind of
Mario.
Far nearly a year all T7tntwell and
the prospects for the next year were
qui to brilliant. But before the end of
JtwalTe mCTr&s' partnership Velosque
"what
began to show sign of lessoning per
sonal interest in tho business.
lie took oft-repeated trips to San
Franclnco and made frequent demands
for money, which at first Mario in
variably mot without questioning; but
whon ono day Velasquez proposed to
considerably overdraw his account, a
quarrel ensued, caused by Mario's re
fusal. Thereupon Velasquez displayed char
acteristics which tol'l that ho was not
quite tho polished gentleman ho pro
tendod to be.
Hut Mario's refusal served agool pur
pose; for, after this, Velasquez was not
so importunate in his demands on tho
financial resources of tho firm. Mat
ters went on with comparative smooth
ness for a time, but Mario was not well
satisfi 'd with his partner and often
wished that Lo had kept alon alono in
his old qui;t way. As year followed
year tho l'osada property continued to
increase in value and Sonoma win s,
found a ready sale at all times. Doth
Mario and his partner wero making
largo sums of money every year.
Mario was a careful man and invested
his money very eatltiously as fast as ho
mado it, but Vi.lasque. was given to
rash speculation, and frequently lost
largo sums uf money dabbling in min
ing stocks in San Francisco.
This and his frequent absence from
tho Posada cellars gave Delaro good
causo for complaint, and ho suggested
to Velasquez tho purchaso of his bharo
in tho business.
To ttiis Velasquez would not listen.
Ho was always sure of a good thing, as
he knew full well, so long as he retained
his interest in tho vinoyard and the
wine-cellars and he knew' enough to
stick to his partner.
Mario Delaro had built himself a
pleasant homo on tho hillsido a little
below San Paola. To this homo ho took
alovely wife, by whom he had one child,
a daughter, who was at tho timo of her
father's death about eight years old.
Tho child, Armida, was a bright little
brunette, combining in herself the
beauty of her handsome father and tho
sweetness of her lovely mother tho
latter a daughter of a wealthy Spanish
merchant in Santa Eosa.
Mario had beon very proud of bis
lovely wifo and child and was the tcn
derest of husbands.
Leon Velasquez, on tho other hand,
possessed a history which was quite ob
scure up to tho time when he made his
first bow in San Paola with a profusion
of money and the appearanco of one
whose path in lifo was particularly
smooth and easy.
As related, ho soon became tho part
ner of Dolaro, and at the timo when the
partnership was formed he appeared to
be a man of about thirty-five years,
though none ever knew his exact ago.
If any ono had followed him on his
frequent trips to San Francisco they
would have discovered that ho went
there to participate in all kinds of
vices, and, as men whose deeds are evil
love darkness rather than light, they
would have found that he did not ex
pose himself much during tho day.
He acted like a man who was afraid of
being seen, and his haunts at night
wero places where it required a peculiar
knock on tho door as well as a glance
through a peep-hole before the appli
cant was admitted.
It looked as though his seclusion in
the quiet Posada vineyard was a forced
one, though he had not apparently
enough discretion or force of will to
keep entirely from the outside world.
He was, in short, an inveterate gam
bler, and would resort to any means in
order to gain the material with which
to tempt fortune's cards. Ho had
jogged elbows with tho worst classes of
thieves and villains in San Francisco,
and any one aware of his history would
have known that it was not tho first
time he had associate d with question
able characters.
Tho fact of tho matter was that Vel
asquez had walked in crime from an
early age. IIi3 parents had afforded
him a good education, and at the age of
sixteen bo had entered a lur.e mercan
tile houso in Lisbon.
He took advantago of the first oppor
tunity which presented itself to steal
quite a large sum of money, and, failing
in cfFovt-i Ux fa.4ton t-hn crimes unoo a
fellow clerk, bo eluded tho vigilance of
tho Lisbon police and secreted himjelf
on a sailing vessel bound for America.
The captain being susceptible to a bribe
ho managed to land safely in New York
Velasquez lost no time in improving
his knowledge of tho English language,
and after perfecting himself as far as
possible he started across tho conti
nent. At Chicago he found his way into a
ring of gamblers who soon fleeced him,
and he then sank into every kind of
vice imaginable. From Chicago he
AFTEK DINNER THEY RETAIKED TO THE
LIBKAKV.
drifted West, but he always, however,
managed to keep his photograph out of
the various rogues' galleries.
A short time before ho fell in with
Delaro he had been Implicated in a
stage-coach robbery in Nevada, but be
ing new in that business the authorities
did not suspect or even know, him and
he thus got clear with his share of the
booty.
Becoming somewhat scared, and fear
ing lest his phenomenal luck should de
sert him and leave him at last in the
bands of justice, he concluded to try a
I '
few years' Pcclusion In tho valley of tho
Sonoma. Willi tho exception of bin too
frequent absonco and calls for money,
all went well with him after bo entered
Into partnership with Mario Dolaro.
Indeed it neomol as though Volas
qnez had at last settled down to a civil,
reasonable kind of lifo, and towards tho
beginning of IS73 Mario had so restored
his confidence in his Portuguese partner
that ho sometimes listened to his prop
ositions of a joint investment in mining
stocks, at which for a timo they both
mado money, so much so that tho deals
continued to increase in amount until
ono day Velasquez induced Delaro to in
vest twenty thousand dollars with him
in a mires which bo had privately hoard
was going to bo "boomed' for all it was
worth.
Ti e speculation turned out to bo a
success, and, elated at his lucky hit,
Velasquez became greedy for more.
lie invested in other mines and lost
heavily; tit -r i ho gavo his notes for
largo Hums, and a day or two before set
tling timo w i tli Delaro for tho success
ful deal ho found himself nearly fifty
thousand dollars in debt, with no im
mediate pro--pect of being able to liiet
bis obligations.
He had realized on bis own sharo of
the deal in which Dolaro was interested,
but Delaro had not yet cashed his certificates.
Velasquez was in a bad mood, and
ready to meet any omorgency with
fraud or violence whon ho started back
to Saa Iaola to meet Delaro. Ilo reached
Delaro's house-, whero bo had always
been a guost, about seven o'clock on tho
evening Immediately preceding tho
morning on which Dolaro had beon
found dead.
After dinner ho and Dolaro repaired
to the library, and commenced to dis
cuss matters of business.
Velasquez, as wo know, was In no
very pleasant state of mind, and Dolaro
was in an equally bad mood, owing to
the fact that a quantity of wino had
been spoiled at ttio cellars that day, tho
result of neglect on tho part of ono of
tho workmen.
The conversation was quiet enough
at first and Delaro calmly signed tho
transfer of tho mining stock so that
Velasquez might complete tho negotia
tions on his return to San Francisco.
After this Velasquez told Dolaro that
ho had been speculating further and
had lost considerable money; and that
, J.m lji -
SUDDENLY HE HEARD A SLIGHT" NOISE
BEHIND HIM.
in oraer to squaro himself, he must
borrow at least twenty thousand dol
lars. Delaro refused to lend the amount,
and angrily proposed that they should
at once dissolve partnership, offering to
pay Velasquez fifty thousand dollars for
his sharo in tho business.
After a long discussion Velasquez
consented .on condition that Delaro
would give him a note for the amount
then and there, for which ho would
make over a receipt. Tho papers of
dissolution to be filled out and signed
in tho course of a day or two.
On his part Velasquez gavo Dolaro a
note for tho value of tho mining stock,
which he held to realize on, and the
deal -was ended.
l(j Lie Coiiti;:U"i-i.
l'arlor (Tar i'orter's !'. j.-r leeoT'.
TLrtVlcns Rich, tlie former r.::!ct of
Jv.Iiu L. .Vi.Ilivan, v.'I.cn thu! !-!loni-tii
was pponinjr editor of The Hlvistraii'l
ITov.-s, hrt:l i'vo years' o-jjo'-'en:;.-. on fir:;
Caicairo trains cf tho Nevvr Wr'.c CVMr.vl.
"I did fairly -well with the ?np-'.!iy,"
sai l Tliaddens; ''I had only .l-j.irjioTiili
salary, but my tips mad-? it uu lo fibout
i'"0. I ma1e a good many friends. I was
1 rem ted, with t. special kindness by the
Vanderbilt?, fur. Armour, of Chicago;
(VI. Ilr.rkf r. police commissioner of (an
ciiinati. and 1 don't l.ir 'W bow many oth
prs. The most lit -eral traveler I ever met
was Mrs. Willinrr.s. of Cambridge, Mass.
I mean Mrs. Williams, Ihe sister of
George Lewis, the Lewis who is celebrat
ed for jriving diamonds away. This lady
not only tins the xorterbut tip3 the driv
er, the guard, tho fireman, the cook, the
waiter, i:n every servant on the train,
not with paltry nickel or a dollar, but
with bills and someti vies tens.
"Speaking of liberal people I mustn't
forget to mention John L. Sullivan. He
never gave me less than for blacking
his boots on the cars. He often gave me
more. Especially one morning when he
had jump-d on me. Yoiveee he was talk
ing in his sleep and rolling about rest
lessly. I went toward him and tried tc
make hirn comfortable. The moment 1
touched him, however, he leaped tip and
w? both fell of a heap on the floor, and
with such a racket that everybody wak
"ened up. Join L. woke up, too, and was
much ui.-irustc-d when be firveyed the
eircrip. as tho 1 nuclei hrs had come with
Li in from the top berth. I feathered my
v!f t p-tiir tl.e best way I could and
crept lo rcrze-. while Jo!.:. L. got back
into - i and v.-- soon .'-V ex ing again. In
the morning when be lrft the car he
handed me a JfJO bill." 27ev. York
World.
:tl I,iii2 K:its with u Ircoy.
A ea-Tiical decoy rat has reached
the pat . !:t i.iicc. It is made to resemble
a r;t v.uh a piece of cheese- stuck on a
II .-i-ear. which projects ju.-t beyond
its lioy. When u real rat nibbles the
(!i,-,-pj the t'-jiear darts forward about sis
ificllos and the animal is impaled. Lon
don Tit-Hits.
No laterrttt In tho l'.U-ttljn.
Knowing that local election waa pok
ing on in (Jrenada, Miss., I u-dced a col
ored man, whom I found cutting wood
ulfout four miles out of town, why he
wafii't nt the polls.
"Walt, I loan' dun take h heap of in
terest iaMat lec le bun," bo answered.
"Dut whyr
'i!i;'.l;t f inai t o rea-. ;n why, sah.
Vpoiiii' I ;;it u;it- "1" ( oK ( :uf Mara
Si-iil . : ; y. t o in : 'lb lib .), ( v. ':nt ilcm
f- !. i ; y. owes sii f !.: . nfor
j o' v. ei i iow'.s I ;' i.:o 1 i ;-;:v hiui,
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". 1 . ;i I'." ei to lvt vh'-ier wid
a v. i : i:i ley b-:::',a!i' !lelit.i
' : i; - i :1 lo all : i .1': . '! . ..;'. tie man
v. ha; ki:t.vvs : i.nt !.;n' "no ;;. d.it yeailiu I
V ; la. .- :ii!i!i::ir!' !'; yo' ltckou I
i-; .i 1 t;it t;:t wole i. i H- r n il. '
'Hardly."
'.'.:' 'p' ..sin"," 1-e -o;ii ii. .i i, iih lm
1' . i : I on bis ax. 'oM i f i - i ! ' 1 yjl idl
! ! wole au' Mart 1 5. i r.- an
I'.b.r. Y l.i liavisau' I'.i a.v. t ; . -Turner
.sir -;i 1 try out at. i.!'-: 'Wh.u'.s dem
cVVV Whar'a d v.i h :''; Wl.-ar'n Ut
lii ::. 'r" D.'Vo'dtiu I. ci.o i i corM bfta
liooT to jnt out ' ilat'-"
"I'e.t ou don't lie knowe dge that yon
are ;;uii;y of t-leaJing ) . t b i.-kt-nu.
hoii-y t m 1'orthV" 1 '.
"1 ilf.r.'t V.artly '1. now 1. i; to nnthin".
Kill, but i'y.c free to say tint, ilero ba.s bin
fcomc o'i tie moa.s' picsi)! ul ;o:i:i tiniPH
arena 1 yeiv .-;ince de wall yo' ( ber beard
tt li of, an' ! fiirder I l-"op away from a.
v hit .' mail tie tafer I feel." New York
:-ju;'.
C'tir4tr..ty ll n ail'l.
An aiinisi-)"; instance of nouthern kt
fie vera in e u:e:er il iiiic allies recent ly cauiB
to our earn. A young lad" from Louisi
ana ha-1 he-.tnl much of Mrs. Leslie Car-
I l L n It ti lit... lltiLl 1 V Ci I I U 1 I llllb OiJU 1 vuu
not hi e the new ni.ar in the houf.ii the eu-terpri.-iiig
;;irl mado friend. with u
habitue of tho Ladies' Athletic club,
which adjoins the Berkeley Lyceum,
where Mrs. Carter is rehearsing, aud.
coaxed the latter to find out if there wasi
any secret communication between the
buildings. Curio.sity found a way, but
a very hir.ail ono, and the girls crawled
through it and obtained an entranco to
the Berkeley while rehearsing was on.
Miss Ilntete (this isn't ber real name;
enjoyed the breaking in more than t,li
did tho rehearsal. Shu says Mrs. Carter
is being coached by Belasco, even to the
least inflection of ber voice. Tho ad
mirable points about ber are ber abun
dant blonde hair and ber dre.s.-ing. She
wore a neglige ono of those famouB
negliges of shimmering blue which,
fitted ber form like a mold. Tho two
girls staid through about half an hourof
"Dili I Kiy that right, Mr. B-dasco?" and
"Is tiiat tiie way you want mo to do it?
with which Mrs. Carter interlarded the
dialogue of tho play, and then crowded
back to the Athletic rooms and washed
the dn:-jt from their bands. New York
Cor. New Orleans Times.
I'rexH tho T.titton ami ;t Mtitartl.
Kvt.rybodj", no doubt, has long thought
that there was Ftill a great deal to be
desired in the matter of crni.t.;tand3
pepp.-r bottles with brassy .oils that
come off when you turn them upside
down, and shower popper in shoals upon
your unilenlone mutton; vinegar bottles
minus the vinegar; another bottle with
a thick f-e.lii:i"iJfy something insida
which you are informed is "Worsted
wince," and a mustard pot. At last,
however, invention has stepped in and
patenf:; have be -i, in. f,,r, and there is
a r-al j: thin.-; called the patent asito-j.-,,i'
k: ;.-!.;. lard pot. It is a f ry iuge
i.:,v..i cM:triv:u;-e and is m-tde in an.
i i roplab: or uh-l.-el silver t-.i-. e. It has
a slM I1"," pii-toa, v.-l:!-h o,i p;--.-;:, and
then tho -.mvla rd ro;;"-s or.;, just aa
yon ----ire. aod k oj; fresh and
iiii-i- ior qi it: a while. Now York Jour
nal. .;i:lm-h v.irti No Meunili:;f.
"L;i.-.v.!s ei.ij, L is nfc made in Brus
sels at ail," t.-.i-l J. 1" la Rive, of
Urrisse::,. "Nov is Frcia h jdu.sa made in
Fraa'-e. French plaU; or what w
k:iovn to the American trade as Frencli
glar.s, is ail of Belgian make. In Canar
da they call it German glass. I supposa
the-e names are i ven be; -a use the car
pets were handled by dealers in Brussels,
and the glass was first introduced in thi.
coniiir' by French bouses and in Canada
by Germans." Chicago Tribune.
Something Oueor Abont a Itioli mond Street
A Grace street correspondent lodges a
novel complaint. lie says: "It has got
ten to be the habit of people, whenever
they pee a young lady and gentleman
promenading Grace street, to allege that,
they are engaged. This is very embar
rassing to young ladies who reside upon..
that street, as they have a delicacy in al
lowing gentlemen to escort them home-
Richmond State.
A Sugii-etitive Blotter.
P. L. A. Wright A silver blotter
back representing a shoe sole is on the
market.
'Ir.s. "Wi 'lit Who'll buv such a thin?
. ---c
ah thru?
J. L. A. v ngnt xti't lriends or thou-
country. Jewelers' Weekly.
A i lie.-; Tiiijerrl with I'rudence.
L:. pairing Father My boy, yon wiTT"'
n -,vt r : nccced without effort. Don't yoa
care t reach the top of the ladder?
and Heir Yes, sir. But then thmr
po:-:tion has er ltsdisadvar.tagi ?, don't. .-'
. 1.. 'ri a. ii, :
Pittsbimr Bulletin.
A Hint' at Twelve I. M.
."Maud Do you fKl the cold?
Crdlie No, why do you ask?
Maud Oh, I don't know. I was just -wondering
whether j-ou do or not, as it.