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Heinrioti has told me. Kissing theservant
girls, eh, before you'd been in America long
enough to eat dinnerl"
"Uncle!" exclaimed Minna. "You em
barrass Herr Martersteig!"
This was not so. The young man looked
a trifle puzzled but not in the least embar
rassed. "Servant girls?" he said, with an
air of mystification whose honesty was too
natural to be questioned, "I kissing the
servant girls? I was not aware "
"Heinrich," roared the wine merchant
Minna's cousin had risen from the corner
where he had been sitting at his father's
first relerence to the servants and was slip
ping out at the door trhen Herr Wachsmuth
called to him. He came back and ex
plained with considerable awkwardness
that his story about Martersteig had been
mere playful fiction, coDcocted with no
more serious intention than to amuse
Minna and his father, and exercise his own
faculty of imagination. An idea flashed
into Martcrsteig's mind as Heinrich made
his cnnlession. and he looked searchingly
at Minna. The idea was rewarded. He
saw her bestow upon her cousin a glance
calculated to make that young romancer
wince, and then he himself caught from her
a soft look of unmistakable apology and
promise. Kerr Wachsmuth seemed in
clined to regard the confession of Heinrich
as a fiction, rather than the orisinal story.
He chuckled and nodded and said "Yes;
ves! to be sure, to be sure!" ina way to
Indicate with some plainness his under
standing that boys would be boys and that
the son of Nicholas Martersteig was a chip
of the old block. But Herr "Wachsmuth's
jovial insinuations were lost upon the others
upon Miuna because she did not even
hear them, upon Martersteig because he saw
in the eves of the wine merchant's niece a
light which he had seen there never before,
and upon Heinrich because he knew who
the osculating rascal really was.
IV.
Irving Place is streaming with humanity.
A great multitude of English speakiug
people is pouring into the Academy to hear
the STankee fan of "The Old Homestead,"
and a great multitude of German speakers
is pouring into the Amberg Theater to
laugh at the rare comedian Juukerniann
from over the sea. Martersteig and Minna,
with Heinrich to play propriety, sit in the
Ambere. in orchestra chairs, well in front.
Heinrich's face is the only solemn one in
the house. A droll youth is Heinrich. He
5s almost ill with jealousy oftheyouDg
doctor of philology from Goettingen, and at
the same time Heinrich. has paid at least
half a dozen visits to the pretty chamber
maid, Louisa Kiemeyer, since tnat delirious
enconnter which followed the scattering of
the clean towels in the hallway of the Hotel
Bruckbaue-. He and Louisa have been in
the Hoboka beer gardens together, and an
attachment -i considerable warmth has
sprung up between the pair so much of an
attachment on Heinrich's part that forsev
cral days now he has been wonder
ing if' it will be possible
for him ever to live without
Louisa. Of course, it is highly unreason
able in him in the circumstances to be jeal
ous on account of his cousin; but then it is
the nature of jealousy to be highly un
reasonable, as we are all aware It is some
satisfaction to know, considering its ab
surdity, that neither Martersteig nor Minna
pays the least attention to the jealousy of
Heinrich, and that the uncomtortableness
which arises from it is entirely his own.
But it must be admitted that to anybody
in love with Minna, except Martersteig,
Minna's treatment of the young Philolog is
calculated to be extremely annoying. He
has evidently come very far along in the
graces ot the wine merchant's niece in the
Jew days since Heinrich's confession of the
diaphanousness ot his story about the
chambermaid. "What eyes bhe makes at
him! not bold, grimacing demonstrations,
such as flirting girls make, but eyes very
Koit and full of mysterious lire and wound
ing very deep. Hardly a quarter of the
conv lslve fun of Junkermann is apparent
to her at all, and even the shafts which do
succeed in reaching her sensibilities pro
voke only the faintest evidence of recogni
tion. Time and again when the house
roars Ehe looks up plaintively at Junker
mann, a i though wondering what it is ail
about I think J should hate to be a merry
maker playing for an audience of Minnas;
but I di not know that it is reasonable to
ask girls in love to put themselves out to
Eee jokes and encourage comedv.
Something in one of the boxes makes
itself lelt to the senses of Minna. A come
dian may not attract a woman in love, bnt
another woman my. There is a woman in
one of the boxes, a slender woman sitting
well back in the shadows so that she is not
to be seen plainly. She is dressed in black;
a cloud of black lace envelops her head and
seems to cover a good part of her face. It
is a curious sort of arrangement for indoors;
it has a tort of Spanish look; perhaps she
has neuralgia or some ailing akin to that
which makes such muffling necessary or
comforting; still sh. does not have the air
of a person that is ailing She is calmly
fanning herself. She sits with her shoulder
presented to Martersteig and Minna; her
lace is turned away from them; she appears
to be wholly interested in the proceedings
on the stage. And yet it seemed to Minna
that a sign a pantomimic communication
of tome sort just now passed between Mar
tersteig and this woman in the box. It was
a foolish impression, Minna thinks to her
self, and vet it was very strong. She
watches the woman for a quarter of an hour;
jiot a movement that she makes escapes her;
but she never turns her eyes from the stage;
apparently bhe is as oblivious of Marter
steig as of the Sphinx: and yet when the
act is over she withdraws fioin the box, and
Martersteig excuses himself and goes out
also.
"Heinrich, go after Herr Martersteig,
and and see if he speaks, to anybody to
a woman!"
The words are out i-tfore she thinks. Per
haps she wishes now that she could recall
them; but I suspect not It was not exactly
a nice thing to send a yonth lice Heinrich
to play the spy on her lover. She had no
assurance that he would not bring back a
lie to her, as he has done before; and yet the
act is explicable en the theory that jealousy
is ready to do anything, as it "is readyto sus
pect anything and to believe anything.
""Well?" says Minna, as Heinrich comes
crinninz back.
"He spoke to a woman," savs Heinrich.
"I was hid behind "
"Xever mind where you were hid," cries
his cousin. "Was it a woman in black?"
"res," S3VS Heinrich.
""With lace about her head?"
"res; there was a queer lot of stuff all
over her head and face."
"What did he sav to her?"
"I couldn't hear.""
"Did you hear nothing?"
"I heard her speak to him just as she was
going away."
"Goon, Heinrich, go on!" cries his cousin.
"What did you hear?" She has turned her
head and seen Martersteig coming back
dofru the aisle.
"They shook hands when she was going,
and I heard her say to him: 'At the Arion
at 12. Black and silver and three red
roses.' " .
Herr Martersteig is back in his seat; the
orchestra quits playing; the curtain goes up;
Herr Junkermann enters upon the last act
of "TJt die Franzosen Tid," and Minna
langhs at the tunny man until the tears run
down her cheeks.
The theater makes one very thirsty. It is
possible that Martersteig and Minna would
have accompanied Heinrich to Goerwitz's if
Junkermann had not been so funny in the
last act of "Ut die Franzosen Tid," but he
was so exceedingly droll that Minna declared
her unwillingness'to interrupt the memory of
him by going to a beer saloon notwithstand
ing the beer saloon was an accurate reproduc
tion of a noble baronial hall, with boars'
heads and stags' antlers protruding from the
wall, with huee tankards of antiaue mold
lining its scores of oaken shelves, with a
frieze chuck full of old German bacchana
lian poetry, and with huge logs burning in
majestic fireplaces so Martersteig saw her
come, ana ueinricn went to uoerwitz s alone.
Heinrich found a place in a snog corner, I
and, sitting behind a foaming glass of the
Munich royal brew, was casting up in his
mind whether he would have boiled sans
sage from Frankfort or smoked sprats from
the waters of Keel, when his thought was
distracted by a sudden frou-frou of much
starchiness, a pretty face presented itself
just over his shoulder, a soft touch fell upon
his arm, and a voice whose sincerity was un
mistakable exclaimed: "Ob, Heinrich, I
am so glad to find you here!"
"How came you here, Louisa?" Heinrich
demanded, pering darkly around.
"I came with my cousin, Heinrich my
real cousin, you know. He is CO years old
and his wife is with us."
Heinrich was not the man to be jealous of
such company as that The girl was easily"
persuaded to sit down with him for a little
while, although the mature cousin and his
wile regarded the visit somewhat doubtfully,
and eyed Heiurich with cold suspicion while
he and Louisa ate a donble portion of sprats
together. Before the sprats were finished
an idea entered the head of Heinrichthat
seemed to him very promising. "Louisa,"
he said, "the Arion ball is to-morrow night
Would vou like to go with me?"
"Oh!" cried Louisa, "would I?"
The tone of this repeated inquiry was un
mistakable. Heinrich was satisfied that
Louisa would be very much pleased indeed
to go to the ball with him. In extending
the invitation to her he had not forgotten
that Martsrsteig would be at the ball, and
that in all human probability his cousin
would be there also, but he thought that he
could easily conceal his identity. He would
have a good look at the woman in black and
silver with the threeredroses,he said to him
self, and have a nice time with the pretty
chambermaid, and nobody would he any the
wiser. Heinrich had lighted a cigar and
was looting complacently inrougn me
smoke at Louisa as he thought this. She
was all smiles, and her glances at Heinrich
were very grateful and very distracting in
deed. She had finished her sprats, and was
beating the bread crumbs out of her lap
preparatory to rejoining her relations, when
a good-looking young gentleman sauntered
up behind Heinrich and surveyed him
somewhat quizzically through a single eye
glass. She had a vague remembrance of
having seen him before; he knew that he
had seen her before, and remembered
where.
"Herr Wachsmuth," said Martersteig, as
he laid a hand on Heinrich's shonlder,
"will you confer upon me the honor of a
presentation?"
It was hard for Heinrich; he would have
gone without sprats and beer and Louisa
into the bargain for a month rather than.it
should have happened; but happenedit had,
and it only remained for him to make the
best of it He hemmed and hawed, his face
was ablaze, and every sprat that he had
eaten seemed to be in his throat as he pre
sented "his friend, Herr Martersteig, the
son of an old friend of his father's, to the
Fraulein Niemeyer, of of that is to say,
to the Fraulein Niemeyer."
Poor Heinrich! He might just as well
have said Hoboken and saved himself some
stammering. The face of Louisa Kiemeyer
was remeniDered perfectly well by the voting
Philolog. He had seen her once or twice at
the Hotel Brnckbauer, and her face was
much too pretty to be forgotten within a
month, even by a man wjio bad looked at it
only casually. Martersteig smiled as he
recalled the story that Heinrich in his jeal
ousy had invented. Heinrich! Heinrich!
even the villains who are shrewd are pretty
sure to be brought up with a round turn;
what chance is there, then, for a foolish one
who tries with his little legs to run in ad
vance of Fate?
VL
This is the Arion. It is amazing what
people in the pursuit of enjoyment will put
up with. How they crowd you and snub
you! and yet would you miss it? Oh, no!
Once they got up a ticket of admission on
which the meaning of this wonderful an
nua! revel was very vividly expressed.
There, in a blazing lithograph, was repre
sented Prudery trotting away in high
alarm behind her fan. Sorrow taking
flight beneath a brood of ominous
ravens, the coat tails of an orthodox
minister disappearing in one corner, a
couple of the municipal police propi
tiously asleep, and garlanded Harlequin
arising from a year-old tomb in a burst of
sunshine amid the delirious plaudits of a
parti-colored company. It is called a ball,
but it is a carnival. It is the anuual out
cropping of the Teutonic instinct of violent
masquerade, caricature and gallantry.
Everything that happens in the three days
carnival in Leipsic the most notable per
haps cf the carnivals celebrated in the
Fatherland trhen the plaza in front of the
Prussian Hotel is called the Corso, and all
the men and women of the city pelt one an
other with sugar plums, is here crowded into
eight hours' time and the space comprised
within the four walls of the Metropolitan
Opera House. The Germans of 2Jew York
there are moieGermans in Father Knick
erbocker's town, I believe, than there are in
the city of Leipsic enter upon the occasion
with an enthusiasm just as great as any
evinced by their kindred over the water.
Young America, too, of late years, has
struck hands with them, and capers just as
nimbly. The Anon is the embodiment of
the Saxon idea of a carnival. It is as
though, after a year of noiseless and phleg
matic fermentation, a Titanic beer cask had
burst
But hear the fiddles and the trumpets! It
is 12 o'clock. Now we are in for it. Now
begins the madness, while Prudery and Sor
row fly away. Imagine a broad field choked
with mpving figures from border to border;
imagine tiers ot faces rising from floor to
celling; imagine boxes made dusky by over
hangings of greenery and flowers,and voices
and low laughter and the popping of cham
pagne corks coming from the boxes; imag
ine a grotto walled with roses, a Cupid
shooting an arrow of fire, and a fountain
throwing scented water; imagine companies
ot mountebanks turning somersaults or wan
dering about in the guise of colossal geese
and turkeys; imagine a space cleared here
and there so that .you can see the waxed
floor glisten, and hired dancers performing
wonders without the sound of a footfall;
imagine bright eyes and distractingly car
mine lips, shining and alluring under pen
dules ot soft light; imagine the crisp rnstle
of silk, the flirt of fans, the flash of devils,
the flutter of dominoes and the movement
and talk and laughter of everybody and
mere you nave the Anon wnile the vigor is
in it and before it has got heavy-eyed from
the wine and from the passage of the hours.
I see a Prussian Uhlan, plainly nothing
more than a boy, with dapper waist and a
mustache that looks like a bit of raveled
sewing silk above a Cupid's bow stained
red. The holes in his half mask show a
pair of blue eyes looking eagerly about as
he walks up and down within a certain lim
ited space by one of the boxes. I watch to
see who it is for whom he is waiting, and
presently I am rewarded by a flash and a
flutter and a glimpse, for a single instant,
of a vision of exceeding loveliness held in
his arms. They converse together for a
moment; then he puts both hands about her
waist, she rests both hands upon his arms,
and. leaning far apart, and looking into
each other's eyes, they melt into the sea of
waltzers and are lost There is Rebecca,
the Patriarch's wife, walked arm in arm
with Julius Caesar; and there is Semiramis,
very plainlv recognizable as a premier
danscuse at Niblo's; she is joined presently
by a nimble devil in red, who will dance
with her all around the place, and set her
up finally with one foot in the air, just as is
always done at the close of a pas de deux.
Let us go into the supper room for a bit
of boned turkey and a glass of champagne.
It costs enough, and the waiter is not over
thankful for a "twice-fat fee. It is cooler
here, and you may smoke if you like and
watch very comfortably the dominoes at
the other tables. But you can't sit long.
The roar and crash of the music draws you
irresistibly back into the ball room, where
all the glory and brilliancy of the world
seem to have resolved themselves into 10,000
delirious bobbins that go up and down, up
and down, up and down until your head
aches.
vn.
A little man wanders back and forth amid
the throngs on the floor and among the
tables in the supper rooms watching for a J
woman in black and silver." He goes peer
ing into the boxes, threads the corridors,
stares through the glass panes in the box
doors and mounts even to the shrine of
Gatnbrinus, exalted on account of its
cheapness and its common aspect to the re
mote quarter of the top floor. But the dis
ciples of Arion always find the shrine of
Gainbrinus, remote though it be,
and Heinrich in. time finds the
mysterious object of his search.
She is enshrouded in a domino
of sable with a broad silver border, and
three full blown Jacqueminot roses are
pinned upon her breast She wears a black
silk half mask, with a deep fringe of heavy
lace, and the hood of her domino is turned
over her head. Heinrich follows her all
about, and finally to the corridor of the
grand tier, to the door of box 31, into which
she disappears; whereupon the wine mer
chant's so'n feels that he has her "located,"
and considers himself at liberty to rejoin
Lousia, who is patiently waiting for him in
a nook near the shrine of Gambrinus, at
whiebjtin his absence, she has twice sur
reptitiously refreshed herself. Arm in arm
Heinrich and the pretty chambermaid go
sailing on the ball room floor, tacking in
and out very skillfully, pushing jthere and
yielding here, bearing themselves with
great self-possession and circumspection,
and seeing about as much as any four eyes
in the house. Once a tall, athletic man,
with the shoulders of a prize fighter and the
strut of an actor, puts Heinrich in a fearful
rage by shoving him up against the wall of
a box as rudely as if he were drygoods,
merely observing, "Sorry, sir; extremely
sorry,"" in the most offensive tone imagina
ble, as he passed on, but Heinrich is too
small to be able to do anything except
stomach it.
Louisa turns many heads. She is dressed
presumably as a princess, of a kind pertain
ins to an epoch somewhere between those of
the "Mascotte" and the "Pirates of Pen
zance," in a brass crown with large glass
jewels, a short red decollete frock loaded
with gold lace, old gold stockings, and the
prettiest slippers in the world. The lace of
a diminutive mask falls jrst to the tip of
her little nose, revealing a delightful mouth
with small white teeth, and herplumpwhite
neck and arms are bare' and altogether dis
tracting. Heinrich is dressed as a brigand,
and believes that he is disguised quite be
yond the possibility of recognition: con
sequently he is both astonished and
chagrined, as he is wandering in the crowd
with the buxom Louisa, her arm through
his and his hand upon her hand quite affec
tionately, to be accosted by the Fraulein
Minna, his cousin, whom he wishes to
marry, and on whose account he hates Herr
Martersteig with great bitterness.
"How in the world did you know me,
Minna?" cries the brigand, blushing vio
lently under his disguise, ana dropping
Louisa's hand.
"By your size," says Minna. "Come with
me at once, Heinrich;" and Heinrich is
obliged to excuse himself to Louisa, begging
her to go again to the nook near the shrine
of Gambrinus and await him there.
Minna is enveloped from head to foot in a
gray domino of the most inconspicuous kind.
Her face is entirely covered by a funereal
cambric mask. Not even a lock ot her hair
is exposed. She inquires breathlessly of
Heinrich if he has seen Herr Martersteig;
he has not Has he seen the woman in
black and silver? he has; he knows the box
where she is; he will conduct his cousin to a
place where she may observe her.
Minna stands leaning upon Heinrich's
arm and gazing into box 31. The woman is
there alone. Is it possible that Martersteig
is indifferent to her? She said at 12. and it
is now nearly 1. She is sitting well back in
the box, fanning herself, just as she sat and
fanned in the theater. For teu minutes
nothing happens. Heinrich would like ex
ceedingly to get back to Louisa, but he does
not know how. He suspects that she must
be very tired waiting for him near the Gam
brinus shrine. She has to go at 3, or at the
latest at 3:30, and he suspects that there will
not be very much time lor supper.
Minna begins to wonder it she is to be
disappointed of a sight the most painful to
her imagination. She has come to the
Arion for the first time. She never cared to
come before, the amusement being some
what too boisterous for her taste. Two hours
before, at 11 o'clock, Herr Martersteig left
her. He had said to her not a word abont
the ball, not a word about the woman in
black and silver, with Jacqueminot roses.
When he went away she astonished her old
uncle beyond measure by pulling him off
the sofa where he lay blissfully snoring and
insisting upon his escort to the Arion ball.
I was useless to protest The wine merchant
wascompelled to sonsehishsad with water to
flush away the cobwebs of sleep, and to ac
cimpany his niece. She had a mask and
domino already provided for him, and a
mask and domino already provided for her
self. Two tickets for the ball she also had.
The wine merchant wondered at it, but he
believed he would be just as wise if he
asked no questions. She brought him to
the Opera Houe and ensconced him in a
box; and there he is now, mildly wondering
what time he will get to bed, while his
niece stands watching the woman with the
three roses and detaining Heinrich, who is
fretting and fuming about the neglected
chambermaid away eff among the philis
tines on the top floor.
Heinrich thinks, at least, that Louisa is
away up on the top floor; but the truth is
the demon of jealousy has entered very sud
denly into her imagination, and she has
beenunable to keep herself in the nook near
the shrine of Gambrinus as she did an hour
previously. She has come down to see
what Heinrich is about She has heard of
the perfidy of men, and she fears-that Hein
rich may be as bad as the rest When the
woman in the gray domino came and stole
Heinrich, he whispered something about its
being his cousin; but what if it was? Cous
ins could be in love with cousins. When
she had paraded a cousin before Heinrich it
had been a settled man of 60 years, with a
wife along. The woman in the gray domino
did not look to be any such age as that. So
Louisa is grieved and jealous as she comes
back intolhe ballroom, looking for a little
brigand, slightly bowed in the legs, in com
pany with a tall, closely masked woman in
gray
After a brief search Louisa discovers the
pair. Heinrich has his arms about the
woman and is tenderly supporting her. Her
head is on Heinrich's shoulder; she is giv
ing way to hysterical emotion. Her body is
racked by the violence of her sobbing. Hein
rich is also very strongly agitated. The rea
son is that he is a small man, and that the
physical task ot supporting his cousin is a
strain upon him. But Louisa does not un
derstand. As she looks she feels her own
tears coming, and hastening to Heinrich,
throws her arms about him, and weeps upon
his other shoulder.
The spectacle of asmall brigand thuslugu
briously beset affects other people differ
ently. Some .laugh, and others seem to sym
pathize either with the brigand or the weep
ing women whom he precariously supports.
A tall gentleman with an English eyeglass,
sitting in box 31 with a woman in black and
silver who wears three conspicuous red roses
in her bosom, hastens to proffer assistance or
consolation to the afflicted group. He is iu
the nick of time. The little brigand is on the
point of collapse when the gentleman
puts his arm with much delicacy about the
waist ot the lady in the gray domino and
gently relieves the exhausted outlaw of the
burden of her support She seems to be
come subtly informed of the change. She
lifts her eyes for a moment to the face of the
gentleman in whose arms she lies he is not
masked then tears herself away from him
with the utmost violence, and seemingly
under stress ot the deepest abhorrence;
throws her hands wildly in the air, and
runs laughing and screaming from the spot
Herr Martersteig looks after ber wondering
ly and very thoughtfully. The little bri.
gand shakes in his boots. Louisa is still
weeping copiously upon his shonlder. Herr
Martersteig presently tarns his gaze upon
the pair. He regards the brigand for a mo
ment, sighs, and returns with crave face to
the lady in the domino of black and silver,
with the three red roses on her breast
VIIL
After the ball there is need of the snpper.
Herr "Wachsmuth was strenuous on that
point His niece had possessed him abso
lutely for several hours at a time which
it had been his habit for years
to devote scrupulously to him
self. She had hauled him in
person and mauled him in feeling, and had
taken him from a place and condition of de
light to a place and condition of appalling
discomfort The usually amiable and
agreeable wine merchant had grumbled at a
midnight ride in a cab in a February fog,
had grumbled at being dressed like a friar
a man of his years and plain nineteenth
century tastes and habits in a calico gown
with a hood, and a cord around his waist.
If he should chance to be revealed to an ac
quaintance he wan sure he would perish
with shame. The air of the Opera House
was intolerable; heavy with mephitie va
pors; stale with the prodnctsof combustion,
human and tobacco; abominable with the
fnmps of beer and spirits and wine. Pnr-
Lveyor of artfully modified alcohol though
ne was, mere was a uegrcc uiu mu ui uu
manly assisted fume at which he drew the
line of his approbation. The crash of the
band fairly rattled his brain; the haze and
the shufHing and shifting multitude gave
him vertigo; it was hot as Tartarus; he hated
the sight of a certain kind of tipsy women
who are bound to be called outin apprecia
ble numbers by any great public rout and
so on with a persistence and acerbity which
four hours earlier in the day would have
been no more discoverable in this patient
and amiable citizen than in the lambs of the
Thnringen or the uncomplaining saints and
angels on cathedral towers.
To snpper Minna had to go. If the worthy
wine merchant had suffered, his tribulations
had not interfered with the production of a
fine appetite. When Minna came back to
him in the box where he sat, after her de
parture in quest ot Herr Martersteig and
the woman with the three roses, and after
her humiliating discovery of that pair, and
the singular and highly painful incident
that followed it, she had regained her out
ward composure; but she was, as anybody
with the least insight of the, emotions of
woman may suspect, utterly without appe
tite. She pleaded and protested against
supper; she had headache, she was highly
nervous, she needed rest, she was over
powered with sleep, but her uncle was ob
durate. He had needed re:t, he had been
overpowered with sleep, and she had not
respected nis commiuu iu uie icaM, uuw ue
was hungry, and to snpper Mistress Minna
would have to go. They got into another
cab, and were driven over to a restaurant
on the East Side an easeful, delightful
place, kept by an artist from the German
side of the Alps, and held open to-night on
account of the great ball and here the wine
merchant breathed a sigh of relief as he
stretched his legs under the white cloth and
took the generous Speisekarte in hand.
Minna would eat nothing; Herr Wachs
muth was in a mood for cold roast goose
and champagne. Khine wine, he said, was
the proper drink; for the reasonable hours of
the day, and for a man in normal condition,
but in the loss of sleep,and as a spur to rouse
one out of a despondent condition, there
was nothing like the sparkling vintage of
the people who were whipped at Sedan.
Perhaps it was the last virtue attributed by
Herr Wachsmuth to the opera bouffe king
of wines which appealed to Minna; at any
rate she accepted a glass of the foaming
beverage from her nncle, drank it eagerly,
and felt a great deal better for it
After a period of devotion to the goose
and the champagne Herr Wachsmuth made
what he called a digestive pause. Leaning
back in his chair, with his hands clasped
loosely above the swell of his waistcoat, he
beamed upon his niece with much amiabil
ity, and presently addressed hpr.
""Minna," he said, "Heinrich is a boy
with a number of good points."
"Yes," Minna assented languidly; she
had a vague feeling that, if the whole truth
were told, it would have to be added that
her cousin possessed a number of bad points
also, and still another number of points
whose recommendations were only moderate,
but she did not feel called upon to grieve
her uncle by any such gratuitous sugges
tion. She sipped at her champagne, and
waited with moderate interest for him to
continue.
"I had hoped," said Herr Wachsmuth,
adjusting his'spectacles and speaking with
much deliberation, as though aware that
time should be given to the choosing of
lnnnnnna in tha arniiDiiMi ff cntna tnnnnMs
luUuagb AU tint iiApi.aaiwu w uuusw kuvwsuvo,
"that you and Heinrich would be married
to each other."
The wine merchant paused here for a re
ply; but, receiving none, continued:
"ft does not seem to me now that you two
are likely to be married. You do not appear
to care for him, and as for Heinrich, I saw
him last night at the ball."
"You saw Heinrich at the ball!" Minna
exclaimed, in Some surprise.
"Yes," returned Herr Wachsmuth; "he
was walking with a girl with very pretty
white shoulders and a red dress and a crown,
and he acted as if he conld eat her up."
"But, uncle, how did you know Hein
rich?" cried Minna.
"By his size, and by his slippers. He
was dressed as a brigand, but I suppose no
shoes went with the suit, for he wore the
green slippers with red and yellow roses
which he won at Otto Kleinseidel's raffle
last Christmas. Herr Wachsmith shifted
his spectacles again and resumed: "When
I was in the office to-day, just after lunch,
Alex Martersteig "
"Do not speak of him, Uncle Friedrich!"
cried Minna. "I cannot bear Herr Marter
steig!" The wine merchant's eyes opened behind
his spectacles until they were perfectly
round.
"Not speak of Alex! Not bear Alex!"
he feebly ejaculated.
"No!" cried Minna. "I never wish to
hear his name again! I will have Hein
rich, if he wants me, but as for Herr Mar
tersteig, I I I despise him!"
Poor Minna! The end of her speech died
away foolishly in a choking sob, and her
eyes flushed with tears. At this moment
a couple entered the room. One was a lady,
richly dressed in' black, heavily veiled,
wearing three red roses on her bosom; the
other was Herr Martersteijr. They seated
themselves at a table next to the wine mer
chant and his niece. Minna's back was
turned to them, and Herr Wachsmuth was
so astonished and disturbed by the girl's
outbreak that for a moment he did not no
tice the newcomers. For a moment, too,
Martersteig was oblivious of the presence of
Minna and her uncle; he was busying him
self with the disposal of his companion's
wraps and eatchel, and had not vet glanced
about him. In another moment, however,
he and the wine merchant looked upland
saw each other. Herr Wachsmuth's eyes
were still rounded to their full extent, and
filled with sympathetic pain. Martersteig
saw that Minna held her head down, as
though shunning public observation, and
had her handkerchief in hand. He crossed
over to her at once, and stood in some per
plexity beside her chair.
"Alex," blurted out Herr Wachsmuth.
"what is the matter between you and
Minna?"
"I trust nothing," returned Martersteig,
bending upon Minna a look full of most
tender solicitude.
But Minna had started instantly into
self-possession on hearing the exclamation
of her uncle, and she said in a low voice,
quite calmly and very decidedly: "I beg
you to leave 'us, Herr Martersteig; and j.
have no wish ever to see you again."
"Do you wish me to leave you if I have
done you no wrong?"
"You have done me a wrong."
"May I present vou to a friend?"
"Herr Martersteig!"
"You will not be so unreasonable as to
condemn a man unheard. You will permit
me to tell a brief story before you make
your judgment final." Martersteig glanced
at .his companion. Still veiled, she sat
slowly fanning herself. He seated himself
at the table with Minna and her uncle, and
told bis story: "In Gottingen I had a most
intimate friend, a Bussian named Garcin
ski! He was 19 when he came to the uni
versity, slender and girlish in figure, bnt of
strong mind and indomitable spirit. Sev
eral of his fellow-students undertook to guy
him. He challenged one after another, and
Eunished them all with such severity that
e was never guyed afterward. He was the
best swordsman" I ever saw. In the three
years of our companionship in Gottingen
he fought 70 duels with the scblager and
never received a scratch. It was a saving
that the stripling had a wrist of iron 'and
feared no man. One feature of his physical
make-up was in singular contrastvto all the
rest. He had a dark beard of strong fiber
and thick and rapid growth. He shaved
twice a day, and his chin bore always that
blue-black color which marks the shaven
faces of heavily-bearded men. He fretted a
great deal about his strong beard. For
three years there was nothing in Gar
zinski different from what I have
outlined. He left Gottingen a year before I
did. I was grieved to part with him; he
was a brave man, a rare scholar, a fascinat
ing companion, a true friend. I next saw
Garzinski on the Trave, the ship which
brought us both to America. A woman
the woman you see sitting at that table in
troduced herself to me as my old friend, my
amiable companion, the stripling with the
wrist of iron who feared no man! You smile?
No, you wonder; so did I. He would give
me but one point of information regarding
himself; hewas a Bussian spy. I have met
him twice since our arrival, once at the Am
berg Theater, once to-night at the Arion.
Why he is in woman's clothes I do not
know; he may be wise, he may be mad; the
fact is amasing out of gear with the reason
of our surroundings a violence to the order
and the common sense of the nineteenth
century outside of Russia. Louis I"
The name was so softly pronounced as to
be audible only to the wine merchant and
his niece, and to the person to whom it was
addressed the woman with the three roses.
She folded her fan and, rising, approached
Martersteig and stood beside him.
"Permit me," said Martersteig, "to pre
sent you to my friends the Herr Wach
smuth, the Fraulein Wachsmuth, his
niece."
The woman with the three roses seated'
herself, and for five minutes conversed
vivaciously and brilliantly with the wine
merchant and his niece; then excused herself
and rose to go. Her voice was low and
gentle; as far as that went it might have
been the voice of man or woman; but in
parting she accepted a glass of champagne,
and raising her vail slightly to drink it
perhaps the revelation was purposed ex
posed for a moment a heavily-bearded,
newly-razored, blue-black chin.
IX.
For some time after the departure of
Garzinski the wine merchant and bis niece
and Martersteig sat in silent meditation.
They were aroused from it by the entrance
of an interesting pair of revelers none
other than Heinrich and the pretty cham
bermaid. If Louisa had suffered when she
beheld Heinrich precariously supporting
his cousin in front of the box occupied by
the woman with the three red roses, she
had now apparently forgotten her sorrow.
She looked very peaceful, very smiling,
very happy as she came into the restaurant
leaning on Heinrich's arm. Her crown was
off, and a waterproof concealed her white
shoulders and her brilliant hosiery, and still
she was so pretty that everybody turned and
looked at her. But her eyes were only for
Heinrich. Why she liked Heinrich no
body may know absolutely unless she
chooses to tell. Possibly it "was owing to
the whole-souled way in which he dropped
the large silver dollar into her apron alter
helping her to pick up the towels; possibly
to the rather unexciting fact that they were
about of a height As they came
in they were so absorbed in each
other that they did not notice Heinrich's
father and cousin and Herr Martersteig.
Louisa would have noticed Herr Wachs
muth and his cousin only casually anyway,
for she was not acquainted with them;
but Martersteig was known to her, and she
might have noticed him if the fascinating
Heinricn bad absorbed ber attention less.
As for Heinrich himself, he noticed his re
lations and Herr Martersteig after awhile.
As he and Louisa seated themselves at a
table it seemed to the wine merchant and
those with him that Heinrich was a trifle
flushed and bold, as though Bacchus had
entered into a competition with Louisa for
his possession and had been heaten some
what narrowly. Heinrich ' swept all the
spoons and knives and forks within bis
reach together into a pile, and shielded
them with his arms as though he feared
that some of them would stray if not
properly herded; then waved the bill of
fare conspicuously and said " Waiter! in
one syllable; then discovered his father and
those with him. Rising, Heinrich went
over to his relations. He rested his finger
tips upon their table and smiled amiably
though somewhat vacuously. He was still
dressed as a brigand, and still wore the
green slippers with red and .yellow roses
won at Herr Otto Kleinseidel's raffle.
Presently the smiles on Heinrich's face
gave way to an expression of the most pro
found and impressive gravity. When this
had endured for a moment he spoke:
""Father," he said, "the lady over at that
table the beautiful lady the unexception
able lady the the very nice lady is
Louisa."
Herr Wachsmuth did not appear to be
very much enlightened.
"Louisa," continued Heinrich, "is the
girl that I said Alex. Martersteig kissed;
but he didn't Alex, never kissed her. I
kissed Louisa myself. Louisa is a very
nice girl; she is a very beautiful girl.
Father," Heinrich ,went on, with a
solemnity which promised at any moment
to merge into tears, "Louisa comes from
Stettin. Her family knew our family very
well. She is a Niemeyer, father. You
know them. Nobody ever whispered a
word against the Niem'eyers. Louisa is the
best of them all; she is the most perfect of
the Niemeyers. Father, I am going to
marry Louisa."
Herr Wachsmuth was a man whose good
sense served him at one time as well as an
other, and whose democracy was broad and
honest
"Heinrich," he said, "if you are of the
same mind in the morning, come and tell
me about it."
Heinrich was of the same mind in the
morning; and the, following month of Jnne
beheld two weddings in the worthy wine
merchant's family.
The End.
Copyright 1889. AH rights reserved.
NOT MARINER WHITNEY'S WAT.
The
Ex. Chief of tbe Navy Not After
Tammany With a Dinner Born.
H.ew Tort Telegram.l
Don't believe nil yon hear about ex
Naval Brother Whitney gathering four
Tammany leaders under his wing at a Hoff
man House dinner. It smells fishy tbe
story, not the dinner. What has Tammany
in its grab bag that Brother Whitney
would like to have in bis pocket? And
then, too, that doesn't sound like Mariner
Whitney's way of doing business.
He would never waste his time calling
Tammany sachems with a Hoffman dinner
horn. If he had any seductive proposal to
make to Tammany, it's dollars to doughnuts
that Dan Lamont would -have an index
finger in the pie. Mariner Whitney, they
say, never goes far from port unless Daniel
is in the pilot house. He wouldn't start on
a Tammany crnise unless Daniel was
aboard, that's sure, and Daniel's plate was
not set at tbe alleged Hoffman barbecue.
Satiated.
Mr. Wm. G. Bay, Nana, will yon take
luncheon with me? I know where there's
a nice lot of fresh tomato cans.
Miss Nana G. Thank yon. Billy; but
I've just eaten half of Mrs. Mooney's wash,
and I
couldn't hold another mouthful.
Puck.
SELECT SOCIALISTS.
Mrs. Asbton Dilke Wrtfes Entertain
ingly of the Members of
THE FAMODS FABIAN SOCIETY.
Art, Poetry, Literature and, the Church
Uepresented.
AWAITING A PBUPER TIME TO STEIKB
rCOBBESPONDESCE OT TUB DISPi.TCIl.1
London, September 12. "For the right
moment yon must wait," as Fabius did
most patiently when warring against Han
nibal, though many censnred his delays;
bnt when the time comes yon must strike
hard, as Fabius did, or your waiting will be
in vain and fruitless."
Such is the motto, and such the aim of
the Fabian Society. Tbey are a select and
cultivated body, the Fabians, and infinitely
tbe most respectable of the English Social
ist societies. Even in the eyes of the socially
and politically orthodox, tbe Fabians are
regarded as hovering on an admissible bor
der line between social propriety and those
uttermost depths of Bohemia to which all
advanced reformers are relegated by the
powers that be.
A true Fabian in no sense feels bound to
declare war a l'outrance against modern so
ciety. On tbe contrary, he expressly con
demns force as a remedy, and disbelieves in
revolutionary upheavals. He is, as a rule,
distinctly literary in his tastes and occupa
tions, and his primary aim as a Fabian is'of
an educational character. Fabians 'are
elected on their personal merits, and are not
allowed to be idle. The serious study ot
Socialist doctrines is enjoined upon all, and
each is bonnd to contribute something to
ward the public good, either as lecturer or
writer. Fabians are convinced, and rightly
so, that ignorance is at the bottom of much
of the political listlessqess of the people
and they do their best to remedy the evil.
Men who are scared by the possible dyna
mite of the Anarchist and the belief in force
arguments of The Social Democrats take
kindly to Socialistic doctrines under Fabian
tuition. The pill is pleasantly sugared and
the strong ingredients are swallowed nnper
ceived. In a word, to borrow a phrase Irom
the Pall Mall Gazette, Socialism under
Fabian auspices is made as rose-pink as the
depressing facts of English pauperism will
admit
SOME CLEVEB PEOPLE.
When we come- to numbers, there are but
100 Fabians, all told, but the proportion of
clever and rising men among them, who are
making their reputation in the political acd
literary world, is very considerable. Such,
for instance, is Bernard Shaw, writer and
journalist, who was spoken ot the other day
as a possible Badieal candidate for Chelsea.
His particular metier is art-criticism, and at
every Press View, a tall figure, pencil in
hand, with a fair beard, regular features,
and a general appearance of smoothness
about him, may be seen making the round
of the pictures with his brother critics. His
dress, too, is peculiar; it is all-wool, of a
light-brownish tinee, neither linen collar
nor silk tie being tolerated. This is but one'
ot Mr. &naw"s little feats; their name is
legion. I believe he is a member ot every
"anti -society in London: an Anti-Vaccin-ationist,
an Anti-Vivisectionist, an Anti
Tobacconist, besides being a vegetarian, a
teetotaler, and a secularist. With all this,
Bernard Shaw is a man of very decided
literary promise; he has lately made him
self conspicuous by bis enthusiastic cham
pionship of Hendrick Ibsen in general, and
of his drama "Nora," as recently interpreted
by Mrs. James Ackwith, in particular.
The rose pinkners of the Fabian Social
ism receive a powerful impulse from the
presence in the society of Walter Crane and
of his friend and artistic disciple, J. 3VL.
StrudwickV Walter Cranes Socialism
takes the special form of art for the people,
a general striving against the sordid hid
eousness of the poor man's life, and he
shows his sympathy in a practical way by
drawing (gratis) exqnisite designs for So
cialist publications, and great decorative
cartoons for popular demonstrations. In
this respect he sets an example to his fellow
artist, the great William Morris, whose
beautiful wall papers and hangings, in
spite of all the Democratic proclivities of
their creator, still remain a luxury unat
tainable by all but the privileged few.
AN INTELLECTUAL COUPLE.
Passing from art to literature, there is a
charming little Socialist and literary house
hold down at Lee, in Kent, tenanted by Mr.
and Mrs. Hubert Bland, both of them orig
inal members of the society. This prim sub
urb, mostly given oyer to British Philistin
ism in its most bonrgeois manifestation,
was terribly scandalized at first by the
pleasant sans-gene of its Socialist neighbors.'
Mrs. Bland was observed personally in
structing her domestic in the mysteries of
coloring the doorstep with red chalk, and
the merry little Bland children in aesthetic
pinafores were seen daily running about
the garden with bare feet! The gossips of
Lee were deeply agitated, but tbe Bland
household went peacefully on its way.
Both hnsband and wife write articles, re
views and stories, the latter otten in part
nership; but Mrs. Bland, under her maiden
name of E. Nesbitt, has published more
over a great deal of very charming verse.
The Fabian umbrella is a very capacious
one, and shelters every imaginable develop
ment of modern thought under its protect
ing silk. Catholics and Atheists, Bussian
Anarchists and English State Socialists,
may all be found in the ranks of the society;
it is, thereiore, not at all surprising to dis
cover no less than four clergymen of the
Church of England among the members.
First, there is the Eev. H. C. Shuttleworth,
the eloquent incumbent of St Nicholas Cole
Abbey in the city, whose stirring addresses
to workingmen, and whose spirited denun
ciations from the pulpit of the sins of the
rich have attracted considerable attention.
Canon Shuttteworth, with his round red
face, dark eyes, nnd friendly, somewhat
jovial manner, satisfactorily solves the pro
blem of beinc at once a bona fide Socialist
and an orthodox Anglican. As a rule, it is
the Anglicanism which suffers, as in the
case ot the well-known East End parson,
the Rev. Samuel Barnett, whose doctrine is
of the most doubtful description. Mrs.
Shuttleworth, too, always dressed, in ex
quisite taste, enthusiastically supports her
husband in his propaganda.
THE BALLET GIRL'S CHAMPION.
A far less orthodox 'person fs the Bev.
Stewart Headlam.the foanderof the Church
and Stage Guild, and the special iriend of
the ballet girls, who, in point of fact, has
been inhibited from holding a living by the
Bishop of London, owing chiefly to his
somewhat peculiar views regarding tbe
drama. His wife apparently -shares his
lordship's distrust of the ballet girl, and
has left her husband's bouse aud the Church
and Stage Guild, that fantastic attempt to
combine two utterly incongruous elements
has fallen into considerable disrepute.
Stewart Headlam, a small, slim man with a
cynical expression and an eye-glass, is a
special friend ol Mrs. Besant's, who, in
order to show conclusively that her atheism
is not the resnlt of prejudice, goes out of
her way to be polite to wearers of the cloth;
they are now colleagues on the school board,
and both do much good work in the cause
of free education, tree dinners and fair
wages to all employes of the board.
Of other energetic Fabians, two, oddly
enough, Sydney Olivier and Sydney Webb,
hail Irom the Colonial Office, whence, alter
being immersed all day in the intricacies
of red tape, they emerge'into the more con
genial sphere of Badieal reform and Social
ist doctrine. Sydney Webb is a man of
quite unbounded energy, who thrives on
hard work; he is a great authority on taxa
tion oi ground rents, that bard nut which
as yet the economists have failed to crack
satisfactorily. Then there is Ernest Bad
ford, a rising litterateur, and latest editor
oi W. Savage Landor; and finally there Is
the sprightly Graham Wallers, a yoatli who
manages to look quite ten years younger
than he really is, and who is credited with
a capacity for 'rendering Fabian teaching
specially attractive to his feminine hearers.
TITE PABIAN LADIES.
There is a curious family resemblance be
, tween the Fabian ladies; they mostly affect
esthetic garments; tbey cut their hair short,
and at their meetings tbey all take their
hats off. I always remember my first im
pression of Charlotte Wilson.one of the most
advanced oi ine .Iranians, an enthusiastic
Anarchist, friend of Prince Kropotkin and
of Mrs. Parsons, of, Chicago fame. Mrs.
Wilson walked into the hall dressed in a
long, straight ulster coat; she sat down in
front of me, flung her large floppy hat on
the seat, fan her fingers 'through her short,
black: hair, and settled down to the debate
with rapt attention. In spite of the manli
ness of ber movements, there was something
distinctly attractive in the pale delicate
face and large brown eyes with their
absorbed intense expression. On a latter
occasion I hear,d her condemn the sentence
on the Chicago Anarchists in a speech inll
of fire and enthusiasm, and not without dis
tinct oratorical power. Charlotte Wilson
is a splendid worker, the ready champion of
every neglected canse, and one of the few
people who really practice what they preach
in every day life.. She and her husband live
in a workman's Cottage out at Hammstead,
keeping no servant -and indulging in no
luxuries; all the remainder ot their income
is devoted to the cause.
There is one taunt which can never be
thrown at tbe head of a Fabian that of
"paid agitator." It ha fundamental rnle
of the society that all work should be volun
tary; payment is not even accepted for
lecturing; It is the only way to keep up
the level of tbe work done, and the only
way, too? to escape an accusation from which
the Social Democratic Federation have
j.never been able to'clear. themselves, that of
accepting xory money. The Fabians, as a
body, are above reproach in such matters.
So far, however, they have only played their
waiting game; whether, when the time
comes to strike, they will in truth strike to
some purpose, or whether, indeed, as far as
they are concerned, such a time will ever
come at all, the future alone will prove.
M. M. DT.KB.
OLD CROCKETT S GHOST.
A Weird Tale of the tinpernatnral Told by
nu Old Settler.
Atlanta Jonrnsl.1
It was a merry party of young folfcs who
were chatting and laughing on old Farmer
Brown's wide veranda out south of Atlanta
a few nights since. Gay exchanges of wit
and many a good story went the rounds.
While the merriment was at its height,
away across the- shawdowy fields near a
dense skirt of woods appeared a strange,
fitful light It moved over tbe tops of the
dark trees, disappearing and returning as
suddenly, and soon it had the attention of
the entire party.
"I don't suppose," said old man Brown,
"yon folks have ever seen the stone down
near whar you see that light, .that marks
.the spot whar Crockett was murdered in
'48."
"Well, it's mighty nigh covered up in
the leaves now, but it's thar jnst as it was
the day we set it np after he was killed.
You all don't believe in ghosts either, do
you? Well, I've seen 'that' so. much, said
he (pointing to the flickering light), till
I'm used to It, though it does kinter make
my hair rise to hear it Old Crockett was a
good friend of mine in-the long days gone,
before you young folks were thought of,
and many's the time he's sot on this same
porch and talked with me as you are
talkin'. I went down thar to follow that
light one dark night and the pale
shiverin' thing wonld come toward
me a bit and stand still and trem
ble; then it would dodge back and away
up it would go and. dance among'tbe tops of
the Dig oac trees. Itept It in sight, with
my mind made np to see what it was, come
what might .So, after crossia' and re
crouin' the, road, it ,toolc Jue down to, the
stone we set up for my murdered friend, and.
settling on the top of it blazed and bnrned
till the woods around were as light as day,
and suddenly a shriek rang through the
woods and I stood alone in the darkness.
"Now watch it, it's headin' for the rock;
listen close did you hear that?" and as the
old man ceased speaking a faint echo came
across the orchard and fields and the light
went ont
'A RUSTIC BRIDAL COUPLE
Famishes a Georgia. Editor With Material
for a Nent Prose-Poem.
Thom&svllle (Qs.) Enterprise.
"I pronounce you man and wife," said
Judge Mitchell in his office Wednesday
morning to Hiss Sallie Stephens and Mr.
Dellie Myrick, a couple who had stepped
into the Judge's office to be made one. And
they walked downstairs, np the street and
out into the broad and glorious country,
where the birds were singing, the golden
harvest being gathered, and the little rills
singing on their way to the sea; where the
sky was bine and the air pure; where the
wild flowers were blooming; where the gen
tle breezes were whispering through the
pines; where the aroma of new-mown-hay
permeated the surroundings; where tbe song
of the reaper was heard; where the grazing
herds were seen; where tbe sunlight danced
through the overhanging boughs; where
the green grass nature's carpet was spread
out; where field and forest and hill and dale
alternated; where the hnsbandman tilled his
fields; where flower bordered paths mean
dered through wooded lawns, and where
Dame Nature opened wide her arms to re
ceive her children.
Happy rural couple! Happier they than
many who go from Hymen's altar to gilded
halls, where wealth glitters and fashion
sways; happier they than many who start
on the untried journey of matrimony from
flower-bedecked chancels; happier they, in
their rural simplicity, than many bridal
couples who tread on Brussels carpets; hap
pier they in their rustic country home than
many who dwell in stately mansions.
Their wants are few and simple. A glitter
ing diamond would have no special attrac
tion for the bride, and the groom cares
not ol'r a swallow-tail coat They are
satisfied with their lot, and in this lies the
secret of their happiness. Better tis 'tis so.
BECAUSE HIS DOG WAS KILLED,
A San Francisco Actor Quit the Since Never
to Keinrn Again.
Philadelphia Inquirer.!
"I see," said a well-known actor last
night, in the Girard House cafe, "that tbe
Chinese theater was closed last week, be
cause the leading actor had lost his cat and
couldn't stop his search for it long enough
to appear on the boards. That reminds me
of the early days in San Francisco, .when
Walt Gosnell, a local favorite in heroic
roles, lost bis magnificent water spaniel.
The animal was his only companion, and he
lavished his affection upon it. One day tbe
dog disappeared, and no one could find a
trace of it. Gosnell was then in high favor,
and he drew crowded honses, although he
never had any reputation outside ef
that city. He started out in the
afternoon to find the animal and find
ing a clew followed it up and by 8 o'clock,
when he should have been ready to go on
the stage, he was nine miles from the thea
ter, and the manager was tearing his hair in
desperation at his non-appearance.
J'A substitute was nuton,bnt he was hissed
off the stage and the theater was closed at
the end ofthe second act Meanwhile Walt
had found his dog'dead at a cabin outside,
the city limits, where It had been taken by1
its captor and killed because it showed a
vicious disposition. Walt never appeared
on the stsge again and started for the mining
camps and was afterward killed in a row
over a game of poker. Yes. actors are very
fond of their pets," and the actor walked
ont to Ninth,street,
THE mESJffi sp;
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A CoiMi of EitOBtol lit ir
Hois Mm, ,
Addreu communicaUemvr tMt department
foE.R.CHADBOTON.ZWfafen,.KMM. '
741 EEVBBSAL.
Borne brooks so gayly raa this way,
I heard one and one sore;
But raoaalnely one seeed to sayt
"I wonld new fleWs expiere."
Those brightly glowlDg yeilew
That in Mi e distance sfetee. '
Would serve me well as esMea
Could I bat make them bw."
The burning sands drank la the t-t-.
lu9 piais ch was Buuea;
Its waters gave one dying gleaa,"
Taos was its wish fulfilled. - 'i
A. fallenTwreteh eo-ses here ta nmmit
O, brooklet bear hira allt fi&
jiau x jour ixo.wtt speu tenwers
I had been spared nay fall." SA?
712 COMPLICATED CHANGE.
A man purchased groceries to tfee amoant ot
ih cents, when he came to pay for e eeeM
MndftR''ta
he found that he had only a om deHarWHi-''
three-cent piece and a wo-ceet pieee. The i
grocer, on his side, had only a. fiKy eeat pieee v
and a quarter. They appealed to a bystander, j?
lor chance: hnthp nith. ,n(rh .mw u ui'
them, had only two dimes, a Hve-ceat pteee;
a two-cent piece and a onut bIsoIl Afti'iA
5SB2J5S!?leU3r ho?rover. chanee wae taade to;
tne satisfaction of every on nmi wit
M.n.t.i .. . r :t". - . .- -
.,. u.o uuiyicsk way oiaccompusniBiHsT
J. H. FXZA2rBO
743 CHAEADE.
Sometimes descent
By ftnt Is meant.
Or consanguinity;
Temper of mind.
You'll also find.
'Is what iheflrit may be.
And torpidness
Will latt express;
- A weight will it attest.
And meaning more ,
j. nan nan a score
Br latt may be expressed.
Now, join the two,
And bring to view
The fofttf-aesiatKe; ' 4
A mucn-pnxed stoae,- .
Quite wldelyjtnown, I ' at.
rrm. ano, aaswer ngar. ' '-3sitf
' 744 TBAHSPoemwr.
One day, while walking throaea. Mm steeeV
My YankAa brdiTiir maifA nut &a4r- -
"Prar tell me. where do von abide t" '
Se started, raised his coal-black eyes j
u oiibu. nvuuoi u ill MUQ, 5 afc,
"iiive l at borne in notion' m ttace." ' '?
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745 CTJBT A TTiMiraT. , -'
Curtail a fish I have In mind, 'f
And tbe same finny beauty and; "-
uu -UCUAU U1UMU UUlUU, DU4i -( ',&,
.Because it mailers not at an . ,
It It be large-or It be small. . -.,,
Curtail again, aad bring to aid
A relative well known to yon, 5 r "'
Though Webster does not give a plaee
To this dear and familiar lace; fUs -,"V-;
Strange, too. If a real silent was mnarir.. wr
For be contains the complement. -i
.
745 DIAMOND. '" 2
L A letter. 2. A carriage for running oa,
rails, a. Was anxious or solicitous. 4. Made . j
of coral. 6. Cases for visitine card. 8. Devia
tion from circularity. 7. LaadiBgiRaln. 8. Ta '
ordain. 9. To hide (Scqt). lft. Wiine. U.A'
letter. Odkll Ctcxosb.
747 DKCAPITATIOK.
The whole, I have a notion.
Is a crowd of people in motion; '
Behead, and it still will hold
Its ranging spirit bold.
And aimlessly It will roam
And know no constant horns. -, -.
- Botes Swnti.nci0, -"
. -i 74S MUTATION.
.Mynelehbor's daughter was tnoHaed
To nave a business turn of miBd.
In fact, she opened up a store.
Where customers cams by tbe score
To bny ber wares her alt and things
The need of which housekeeping brings.'
She was a bonny lass, as well
As up to business, and conld tell
A yarn to please the crowd of folks
Who gathered there to crack their jokes.
Of evenings, when the day's work done.
They sought Uim'j thojr to have their fas.
And one there was who came alway, -
ju: nad nut little there to say.
Who, when they parted, pressed her hand,. ,
And smiled on her child-like and bland; ,-
One who. In after years not long
Thereafter led. by passion strong;
Sought and obtained her for bis mate
Became her partner, we may state
And, by fair dealing In their trade.
Drew friends about them, and, much money
made. Aspiko.
.749 biddle.
A plant as stimulant Is used, '
When to a prickling dost reduced.
Of gold, with precious stones Inlaid,
Or common tin its case is made. . V
Borne take It oft, their nose to please:
Bat don't it shake yon, vex and tease?
J. B.
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atjgt;si peize Tronrzaa.
1. J. Bosch. Salem. O. 2. Daniel ST. Holland.
Pittsburg. 3. T. O. McMahon, Pittsburg.
AUSWEBS.
733 A boy threw a ball over a house Into a
waconbox.
731 The alphabet was Interviewed. A made '
gin s-a-in; D twice In ale gave a-dd-le; B In alo J
garea-b-le; C in wine made it win-c-e; T twice
in beer gave be-tt-er; wine made 8 a s-wine; H l
made cider c-h-ider, wine w-h-lne,and ale h-ale.'
and. lastly, I made water a wa-t-ter. :
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8 H O B T E E
8 O I B E E S
P O TJ N D E B
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THE ONE THING IN DE1TAND.
Mines Near Santa. Fe Turning- Oat Lucre M
the Mills' Limit.
It is said that the mining of quartz and
placer gold, silver ore, carbonates, lead,
copper and coal adjacent to Santa Fe was
never so prosperous as now, snd the boom
which began with the finding of the first
carbonates three months ago seezns to have
come to stay.
At Cerriflos, Dolores and San Pedro 3,060
prospectors and miners are at work. New
discoveries and sales are of almost dally
occurrence. Th mills and smelters ara
running- with fnll force, and caaaotlMgia'
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