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HomeMy WebLinkAboutThe Exeter Advocate, 1892-3-3, Page 2Ilimiamosomesiar aeiminommilier The Kicker. (Prom Jaidgel theught SOLOO on WOIllti hill him, as he kioked from men tili night, Or that Some mad wretch wonld fill him full or • imokehot out of spite ; But X wondered whet' the barber gave bini jot the smoothest elave, 4.14 the waiter and the carver sortest fon1itu would save; And the porter hewed so meekly whet: he to* the kicker'a grip. And all cottoned to himweakly though he never gave a tip. Trainmen watched with caro the heaciog on the car lie natrenized, Hot a hackman essayed beating whon his IM was realized; Even, newsboys grinned compliance vvhen he quoted calico rates. And fair women sought alliance with this moulder of the fates. Mike a mule, by earnest kloking he had won II:Ss:sea pleasant things, And io heaven you'li find him pieking, out the longest pair of wings. Baby. 'Where did you eonie from, baby, dear Out of the everywhere into here. Where did you get your eyes of blue! Oat of the skies as I passed through. What makes your forehead smooth, andihigh A soft h ind stroked it as I went by. What wakes your cheek like a warm white l•CN0i 1 saw s-mething better than anyone knows. Whence that flickering smile of bliss? Three a sgels at once gave no a hiss. Where did you get that coral earl God sp e, and A came out to hear. Where tid you get those arms and hands/ Love made itself into bonds and bands. When, e eame your foot, dear little things r'rom LO same box as the oherules wings. BOW d'el they al first come to you ? God th ught about me, and so I grew. Mut ho v did you come to OA, you dear? God thought about you, and so I am here. —George Macdonald. A BARITONE'S DEVOTION OR, A TALE OF SUNNY ITALY. He was shown into a little ante -room, where for few minutes he paced to and fro, but suddenly becoming conscious that in the next room some one was monotonously bumming "La Donna e Mobile," he hastily entered and glanced round. At first nothing was visible, but after a moment or two he discovered the signer, a little brown -eyed Loy of 4 years old, who was perched on the window sill, and half , hidden by the curtain. "Good morning, Gigi," he said, pleas- antly. The little fellow flung aside the'curtain ; he seemed very glad to see the visitor. "Good morning, signor," he said, smiling till his sallow little face looked almost pretty. "Are there "—he looked longingly yet hesitatingly in the directionot Comerio's pooket--" are there any bonbons?" Comerio made a gesture of mock despair. "Why, Gigi, how can I have forgotten? I promised you some ntarrons glaces, did I not? but, indeed the bad news of this morning drove everything out of my head." "What bad news?" said the little boy, with an anxious look that seemed to be be. yond his years. "1 am going away, Gigi; I shall never travel about with you any more. There will be a new baritone—one who is not dikely to carry sn,arrona glaces in, his pocket, or to pla,y games with you, for he sets up for being a saint." "A saint ?" said the child. "What is that? I thought they were things in the sky." "A saint is one who is fond of keeping ether people in order. San Carlo will spy out in no time what a naughty little monkey you are." "1 wish he wasn't coming," said the and keep that secrete) • child, looking ready to ory. ".1 don't see "Are all secrets wrong ?" why saints want to sing in operas; they No, there are some things we cannot should stop in heaven." tell to every one, but they must never be Camerio laughed. things of which we are ashamed. Suppose "Quito right, little one, so they should," 1 you had a beautiful diamond, and were But look, traveling along a road were you feared brigands, you •would hide your treasure quite away, and that would be right and wise;with but, if you had stolen a diamond bright, intelligent eyes into the wily facnetlf.. from a shop in the Toledo, and hid it for the baritone. a, fear of having it taken from you, that would Comerio drew out a letter and placed it in 'be wrong; do you see. his hands. 'aa„,,And was Signor Comerio ashamed of " When your mother comes home, mu his sere, and afraid that it would be found after her into her room, and when you find out and taleen from him ?" „her alone—quite alone—give this note to "Yes, he e;sW said Carlo ; "and that her. Do you understand? It is a secret; is why Iwas sore" you had not said 'no' no one else newt know—not one at all." when be asked you eo help him. a • e "I know I know ; I can keep a Secret !" dt I •win say noVeanether -times?! a the trouble to tell me of your existence." " Oh, not" said the child—they were tellaing.now gngliala—" I have an uncle, but he is not like eou, ; he is not the aeW baritone ; he is rich, and lives in a beau, Wel villa in the country." " He lives thee uo longer ; the villa is to be let, and he is contiug to live with you," said the stranger, taking, the child on his knee, " Come, tell me the reot of your name, Gigh" " I have three," said Gig, with dignity, "though they alwayo call MO Gigi for ehert. My whole name is Luigi Bruno Merlin°, and I shell be four next month." "Then there is no doubt that am your uncle," said Carlo, kissing the child on both cheeks. But Gigi, with a shrewd look much beyond his years, shook his head emphati- cally. If you are the new baritone, then you are San Carlo, and San Carle could hardly be my uncle. You set up for being a saint, you know, aud are fond of keeping other people in order • and you will never 'nay games, but will always know when 3. do what is wrong. I badly wished you weren't coming but somehow you are not quite whet I 'thought." "1 am sorry Signor Commie is going ; he was to have given me some marrons glaces, but he gave me two lire instead just now— at least, he staid so. It was a bit of paper, but he said I was to spend it. In America we always have proper money. Do you think this paper will really buy me marrow glaces at Callisch's 1" He began to grope in his pocket, and drew forth an envelope. Carlo could not help seeing that it was addressed to Signora Merlin°. A sudden recollection flashed across him of his interview in that very room with Sardoni, and of the English. man's assurance that Merlin° watohed his wife's correspondence with lynx; eyes, and did not scruple to open all her letters. And Comerio had apparently just been to Palazzo Porti. "Row stupid I are !" said Gigi, thrusting the envelope back again. "Did you, see, San Carlo ?" "Yes, I did," said Carlo, without any comment. ".Signor Comerio said you would always spy out everything," said the child, pout. ing. "It was a secret, and I pronused to keep ib; and he will be so angry when he finds out." "If you promised to give the letter, you must do so," paid Carlo, gravely. "Yes, but no one else was to see said Gigi, beginning to cry. "Oh, dear San Carlo, do promise not to tell, for when Signor Comerio angry looks so fierce, and it does frighten me. "No one shall hurt you," said Carlo, putting his artn round the child. "Don' cry, Gigi • I am very fond of you. No one shall hureyou at all.' "And you won't tell papa ?" said Gigi, still sobbing. "You see there are things that must be kept from papa, and mamma taught me how when I came away from Salem." Carlo felt sick at heart; he remembered how on that Sunday a fortnight ago he had first felt the sensation of coming unexpect- edly into a network of evil; now he real- ized that it was in the very midst of this that he ha.d ordained to live, and he shud- dered as the little child composedly de. soribed his training in deceit. "Why do you sit looking so silent, Sae Carlo. ?—I mean, looking so grave ?" said Gigi, drying his eyes. "Are you angry with me ?" " No, I am not at all angry; but I am very sorry you promised. to give that letter he said, pattiegegigi:e_ innr_gig; ,1-1111you chime little ce7:1`. friend, to 'please him for the The boy molded and looked u elaing for your at time ?" dried Gigi, "Mamma and I often keep :secrets from aa;pshe taught me how "That's right," Baia Carlo, kissing him, goon as ever I left Salem." and then he quickly eurned the converse - (omen° gave a cynical smile. tion'afraid that the Child might question "Mind you do," he said, commandingly. himfarther, and lose faith in his mother. "1 shall find out if you play me false. And They,wore still sitting in the widowwhen look here, little one, here are two lire for Anita returned from rehearsal. She gave a yen, and you may tell any one you like that little cry of astonishment when she saw her Compri° came to say good-bye to you, and brother, and came forward quickly to greet told you spend that at Caflisch's. There, I him. mug, go now. Don't forget me." " Carlin° 1" she exclaimed, in her excite. He stooped and kissed the little sallow ment, returning to his old childish name. face, then hastily took his departure, hav- "Are you come already?.My husband has ing seen that the letter was securely stowed only to -day told me of your decision." She away in the child's pocket. drew him a little away from the child, and After a time he heard the door of the the tears rose to her eyes as she said, with anteroom opened, and the servant's voice more solicitude than she had ever shown saying that the signori& would soon be hada for him : "Dear. Carlo, do you realize from rehearsal; then another voice, so clear what you undertake? I know you Mat to and, sweet, that the child almost forgot to help me—I understand it in a moment—but be afraid, said in reply, "Very, well, I will do you know what this life is? It is no come in here, then, and wait.' play -work, as some people think; a public The footsteps drew nearer. Gigi shook suoger leads the life of a cart -horse."' in his shoes, yet felt a burning curiosity to "Plenty of work is what I like best," Nee the new comer—this dread being who said Carlo, kissing. her. "If only I can was to be ever on the watch to spy out his shield you, Nita, I shall be well content." faults She shivered a little, and went on in an The stranger eeemed to walk up to the undertone. • piano and to turn over the books lying upon "1 sew him for a mo the theatre, at; then there was such complete silence after he knew he was to e the troupe ; ihat Gigi felt sure he must be reading and his face terrifies me to re ember, for I know ventured to peer out from his hiding -place. he understands why it is you have taken Be saw that the visitor was leaning in an his place. But blerlino suspects nothing— easy attitude over the piano, his head that is the one great comfort." proped up by his hand, and his eyes bent At this moment Gigi trotted up rather upon the score of some opera. Gigi could shyly. only see his side face, but that fascinated "Mamma," he said, pulling at her dress, him, and somehow he did not feel any " I promised Signor Comerio I would give longer afraid. He was impatient to attract you this when you were alone, but I for - the stranger's notice, but, though he moved got, and pulled it out of my pocket just the curtain, it was of no use; the new- now and sae °sale saw it ; so 1 may as 'Comer seemed qffite absorbed in the mak well give it to you now, directly." he was reading. At last, in despair, Gigi The color rushed into Nita's face rshe resolved to speak. made as though she would tear the letter in "San Carlo 1" he said, tiatidly thrusting nieces without opening it, but Carlo checked is head a little further forward. her. "The stranger looked up in eurPrioe) and "Return it just as it is," he suggested. • when he saw the quaint:little face Peeping "Direct it to him yourself; and I will see out from the curtain, he came forward a few that it reaches him oafely." steps, looking very much puzzled. Nita hastily crossed the room, and in. I don't know," saki Gigi, "but I closed the letter in an envelope; she knew think you are the new baritone, that Comerio woeld recognise her writing Something in this addreos so tickled the in a moment and (Eroded is buoy—pee, stranger that he began to laugh. lug laugh haps hardly considering that by doing se was a very pleaoatit obe. she had crossed the Rubicon. " You have guessed rightly," he said, But Carlo understood, and knew well "but I am not so elever, and cannot guass that only by showing her all possible love your name at all." and tenderness coild he hope to fill this "1 am Gigi," said the child, gravely, blame in her life. "Signor Sardeni in'ughe at my name and "You never told me of this little man's says) it is only fit for a pony, but thee he is exigence " he mid, glancing at Glee, when only an Englishman and. knowo no better; she had handed him the letter and he haa though, after all / like iiiint and 1 like to nut it away in hia pocket. "You should talk English, as we did at Salem." have brought him with you to Villa As he spoke, the little fellow lifted a pair Bruno." . of beautiful dark eye e to the stranger's • "He had the shicken.pox,,, timid Nue, n. face ; his ..eyes were his only beauty, the &ger , cc et, o • , 3' e tly, I s pos he took it onboard were wenderfully etpressive, and soatetning the steamer—indeed, I always thought it a in their depth Was familiar to the new. greet mistake to bring hint away from comer. Ile came closer and Ottelied the Ameriese.ees merimo was set neon having child's face More attentively. hit . f d f th iia.3' " aili," he said, "1 think you must be , y Carlo felt diedouraged ; it was quite clear that Nita did not even pretendto care much two are bee' e Iitt e nephgv, though no one has taken for her little son, She went, on in a coM^ 'Averting voice ; " He was happy enough et Salem, and, iodeed, is always begging to go baok again, The people there had brought him en, for, of eouroe, 1 oouldn't drag a baby all over the States with me." "Ib was a farmhouse, " put in Gigi, " And I always went out with the pigs eveey day. I what there was pigs here," Carlo smiled, but thought Oiel deserved better oempaniouship. "lVferlino knew that we should be in America, again in weather year," continued Anita, "bet he had 801110 foolish feelina Against leaving the child BO far o11 11 BO I sUppese we shall have to take him bout with US for the prompt. Men den't realize what trouble a child gives. lefealino likes to play with him now and then for ten min- utes, but he would never lse bothered with him, and he won't let me have a eurse even. It is absurd to expect nie to see to him when already I ani almost worked to death!", Carlo thought there was s01110 truth in this, though he was sorry she seemed to have so little motherly feeling ; but that her life was very hard he eould well believe, and she looked delicate and overwrought. . CHAPTER XV Gigi much pleased with his appearance, and with the novel feeling of cleanliness, capered away to the salts to relate his experiences to &ardent. Carlo followed him and found Merlin° just awake after his siesta, and looking rather more like a surly bear than usual as he yawned and stretched himself. He roused himself, how- ever, to introduce his brother-in-law to the tenor, not knowing that the two had met before ; and they thought it best not -to explain, but bowed ceremoniously to each other. "Papa,' said Gigi, gleefully, " San Carlo is going to take me to walk in the villa 1" "San Carlo ! what do you mean child ?" mid Merlin°, his voice softening as he patted his son's head. Why ham, said Grp, with an expres- sive gesture ; "Signor Comerio told me he was San Carlo, and I wondered what saints wanted with operas; but he is oh I ever so much nicer than Comerio said." The three men laughed involuntarily. Comerio did not at all like getting his cove," said Merlin°. " This is just a little display of spite on his part. When did,you see him, child ?" "He came in to say good-bye to me this in.orning while you were at rehearsal, and he gave me this to spend. Oh dear, San Carlo, :night we go to Calflisoh's now?" "You must not call your uncle by that name," said Merlino ; "ib is rude." " 'hy, I thought it was a kind of polite - nese "said Gigi, with a puzzled face eee and .that was only for the very best tleatags." "So you have changed your mind since I aaw you the other day,' said Saftloni, as they walked down the Toledo.eZ You think stage life may, after ell, bear com- parison with private life?" "1 am going to try my fortune as a singer," Seed Carlo, lightly, but revealing in his face all that he strove to banish from his tone. Sardoni drew his own conclu- sions, but had too much tact to ask any questions. "Do you mean to sing under your own name ?" he asked, after a time. "Yes," said Carlo; "1 have no object in taking a nom de guerre; with an English name' ' of course it is different—you were almost bound. to do so." Sardoni gave a sarcastic smile. "It was most necessary," he remarked, dryly. "Did ray own people know how I gained my livelihood they would be even more ashamed of me than they are already." Carlo looked surprised, even . a little anxious. His interest in Sardoni grew deeper. ,„ They do not then know *kat you. are ?" he asked. "That is surely very hard on them." The tenor gave a short laugh. "Not at all; I am silent purely out of regard for their feelings. Do you know what the old Puritans used to call actors? They called them caterpillars of the com- monwealth' and vagabonds." "That may be, but family feeling must in the end be stronger than such prejudice." "You judge others by yourself," said Sardoni. "All familes are not so devoted as yours seems to be." Then his brow eentreetteg sharply, "Besides,' did I not tell you wh efir neb'thetein my Own country, men would no longer Vest my word as blindly as you seem inclined to do ? ' "Why will you always forcethat upon me?" said Carlo, looking full into his com- panion's eyes. "Do you wish to make me doubt you? That is hardly:a friendly act, since you are the one light just now in my dark sky." • The words sounded strangely in Sardoni's ear,the simile wassoun-English,but the tone touched him more than he would have cared to own. "I force this upon you because I like you," he said with some effort. "You are the first man I have seen whose friendship I could have wished. But I will be friends with no man who does not know the truth about me; and whoever knew the truth would not care to be my friend." "1 should care," said Carlo, quickly. The Englishman shook his head. Then, suddenly resuming his usual reckless, nonchalant manner, he said, with a laugh: "Few men, I fancy, have managed to sustain their 710111, de guerre so completely ; Merlin° himself has not even a notion of my true surname." "What induced you to take the name of Sardoni?" asked Carlo. "Well, according to the character of my questioner I have two replies," said Sae- doni. "Matter-of-fact: It occurred to me one morning while I was breakfasting off sardines. Poetic: I slammed it in a oar. dont° mood, while contemplating a journey to Sardinia. We have some funny improve- ments on names among us." "Are they chiefly Italians in the com- pany ?" "Oh I we are a mixed multitude," said Sardoni. "rn prepare you for your future lot and give you a faithful description of the happy band of pilgrims.' Let us be more courteous than the play -bills, and take the ladies first. Top of the list stands Madame Merlin°, who needsno description Next comes Mademoioelle Elise de Caisne, a little French flirt. Then the two mezzos, Mademoiselle Lauriston, ditto, ditto, and, MiS11 Robinson, who hail o from New York, but sings under the name of Duroo ; she is an average American girl, and can be pleasant enough,also—which speaks well of her—she is hand and glove with Do. menica Borgia The Borelli is a Maltese lady, in reality Borg—every one is a Borg in Malta. She is a contralto with a won. derful contpass, a real good, painstaking artist, the'joy of Manoni's heart; there ex- ists between them a platonic: friendship. Next we come to the tenors—" "Headed by Signor Sardoni" put in Carlo with a smile, "ZUCI close on my, heels," cceatinued the Englisffimate follow my twee oflagre- vett and Caffies" feeetetee; Lbws the eSi awfully not °lac part ; but then ti'r°18ati) rite:Oita Of w It's alwaya co 6a the Other thin it Was s when one peg " n resent ees him ; those t a mistake: ax(411an ,tula as like OA tat two peas—broad forehead, straight, blaek hair, correct prole, big mougache, great expauee of cheek. You'll find 80100 trouble in kneWing thent apart, but at last I've in- duced Ortreelli to keephis hale an inch louger tlaen the other's, just for convenience sake. "That brings Os to the basses, and to your brother-in-law; we won't discuss him ; you'll fled that he gets well treated because they all twain medal terror of him. Then 0013100 Gomez. Clornez has raven hair and a • sad oast of counteueeme ; he hails from Seville and stands muoli on his dignity. To,aneienei: andalih as aakeen JoshuaskC. ayTeenneoth Tanner, main Yankee,nka chance. A very praotical man .is Tanner; he'll 130011 be cab:lasing that he can't en- derstand such a knikht-errant ' as yoe. Next comes Bauer—a good, solid lump of humanity, always in at dinner -time and to be found at odd hours tucking in, regardless of the coining opera. He reminds me of an old nursury Song of ours, about A duek who had got such a habit of stuffing, That all day long it was panting and puffing.' Bauer's often out of breath on the stage, you'll find. Then there's Donati, the bad - tone, whose character I have not yet fathomed; and Fasiola, a miserable stick, capable only of third-rate parts, but sup- posed to be your understudy; and, finally, our 'little conductor, Manoni, who wears himself to fiddle -strings, all out of devotion to the muse, and tears his hair—you'll see presently how ragged it is—because he can't get things down as he would wish." "1 have heard Piale speak very highly of him," said Carlo, and then he sat silent for a minute or two, musing over Sardoni's odd description of his future companions, and wondering what this strange new life would be like. "Was Comerio a favorite-?" he asked, at length. ' " He was hated by some and liked by others; Domenico, Borelli, for instance, Filtif3 not 011 speaking terms with him." "And yet travelled in the same com- pany 1", "Oh, 'that is perfectly possible! I don't think she has spoken to him since we were at San Francisco, a year ago'yet of course they had to act together. The Borelli is extremely fastidious; she will highly ap- prove of the change of baritones. But Gomez will hate you, for he is Cornerio'a friend; I shouldn't be surprised if he got up a cabal against you." Again Carlo was silent; he looked down the long shady walk with its sombre ilex - trees; the prospect of his new life bad never before seemed so distasteful to him, and it was with a sense of relief that he caught sight of Enrico Ritter coming toward them with his usual long, imperturbable stride. Enrico seemed his last link with the past, and he was glad to be able to introduce him to Sardoni. "1 have just met your undo," said En- rico, abruptly, as he took the vaaant place beside Carlo. "Then, of course, you know all ?" "Yes, and I find it hard to forgive you," said Enrico. "To forgive ?" echoed Carlo, question- ingly. "Yes, to forgive. You have falsified my pet theory," said the egoist. "Here, give me one of your cards, and III tell you in two words -what I think of you." Carlo, not without a pang, as he remem- bered how at first sight of those copper- plate words, " Avvocato Carlo Po!rio Donati," he had felt himself the happiest man La Naples, handed the card to hi friend, and Enrico, crossing out the " Avvo- mato," scribbled above it the words, "Knight -Errant." Sardoni glanced at it with a smile. "You couldn't have put the case more tersely," he said, rising to go, because he thought the two friends would rather talk out the matter alone. But before he turned he glanced searchingly at Carlo, and again surprised on his face the look which had perplexed him before. "Does the fellow actually take pleasure in giving up his life to the service of that chit ?" he thought to himself as he walked away. ," If ever there was a commonplace, uninteresting woman in the world, it is Anita Merlin° ; she'll not even have the grace to be grateful to him." Later on, in the afternoon of the follow- ing day, Carlo, returning from a long lesson with Piale, happened to meet, in the Piazza Municipo, a handsome English sailor whose faqe seemed familiar to him. He glanced hastily. at the name embroidered on his jersey, Sandayead the word Pilgrim. With a great hungerisehis heart to know Fran. cesca's whereabouts; haturned and accosted the man. "So the Pilgrim is still here," -lib courteously. When does she leave ?" ' "To -night, sir," said the sailor, looking pleased at the recognition. "Captain Brit- ton and the young ladies came on board an hour ago, and. we are only waiting now for the caterer, and there he comes yonder." Carlo, glancing around, saw another of the yacht's crew, a bluff -looking, elderly man, whose duty was to buy the food for his mates. "We shall sail now as soon as we get on board, sir," said the coxswain. "an I take any message for you ?" "None thank you," said Carlo, and bid- ding the man a courteous, farewell, he turned'quickly away. Hurriedly hewalked towards the Strada Nueva, and looked across the blue waters of the bay. There was the Pilgrim, anchored to the Military Mole, her beautiful white sails all set, and only waiting for the return of the dingey to raise anchor. Carlo saw the little boat threading its way between the vessels in the harbor, saw it round the yacht and dis- appear, then descried Oxenberry's lithe figure springing on board. For a few minutes all seemed haste and confusion ; he could hear the rattling of chains, and could even make out the figure of the steward seated on the capstan with his concertina, while the sailors heaved up the anchor, swinging merrily round to the familiar strains of the Shanty." Their hearty voices reached him even at that distance, and he remembered how at a child Francesca had proudly taught him to sing the "Shanty "with a proper English accent. Fragments of the word si seemed now to float across to him, and the tears started to his eyes. "Hurrah, my ladst we're homeward bound, We're homeward bound for Plymouth Sound Hp with the sail and off goes she, Hurrah, my lads! hurrah 1 hurrab.1" The cheerful old tune seemed to him now like a dirge—the dirge for his old life which was passt and over, the dirge for his be- trothal so swiftly ended. All at once his heart began to throb wildly, for he saw a slim, dark figure come on deck, with a white shawl wrapped about thebeadandshoulders. Francescastood with her face turnedteward him, looking to shore and away from the blithe sailors, whose merry song, pei•haps, brought to her mind the very thoughts it bed suggested to Carlo. gazed on, hardly knowing whether the sight comforted or tortured him, but, in any case, unable to move, unable for one in- stant last thego retlax stohnes treten. Ad, the chain rattled no more, the yacht began to move, and ratleesca shifted her position a little, but 11 kept aloof from t still gazed While eWattirde.r 4 m a oln the. the 1 proudly but relentlessly moving out lien - Ward. To the very last his eyes related on her, till the aline, blaok figure became a mere 'week in the distance, and finally was lot to eight. He lingered still for the last glimpse of the Pilgrim's sails, on Which the Afternoon sun glinted with dazzling brightness; then, when those, too, had disappeared, lie became oon- &Holes of a creeping chilliness, which obliged him to grope his way to one of the seats and wait till he had recov- ered his self-control. It was a vision of Piale's reproachful face which finally roused him. What would be the maestro's horror could he see his pupil sitting there regardless of the dangerous hour of sunsets whit:11NRS fast approaching? He drew himself together and walked Slowly back to the Palazzo Forti, threugh the narrow, picturesque atreete, so familiar but now so desolate to him. Never in his ife had he felt so hopelessly lonely as when he mounted the dirty stairs and reached the suite of rooms which, for the time being, made his home. In the ante -room Gigi was crying pite- ously ; in the salts Merlin°, in one of his worst tempers, was arguing with Anita while Gomez, who had jut arrived from Seville, stood glowering darkly at the now baritone. (To be Continued. PREPARING FOE DEATH. Famous Feople Who Dave Dad Their lion. nments Erected. Visitors to Woodlawn cemetery are struck by the tact that scores of living people have caused t‘o be erected, in that great eity of the dead, monuments to themselves which will probably outlast the builders hundreds of years. Family monuments have, of course, been common for years, and these also abound in beautiful Woodlawn, but the stones erected to the memory of people now in the flesh is a faehion which - prevails largely in this cemetery. In beautiful Linden plot a granite shaft bears the name "Pauline Hall. Thus the former Casino favorite prepares for posterity when she shall have joined the silent major- ity. Austin Corbin, the railway magnate, is still very robust, but he has also erected a solid monument to himself. Others who have taken Time by the forelock areWilliam 0. Whitney and Joseph H. Choate. In all nearly 30 monuments are waiting to mark the last resting place of men and women who still enjoy life in this bustling world. -- New York Advertiser, From Dad to IT orse. A lady whose Christian name was Jane, and whose little daughter was named after her, engaged a housekeeper who was also a Jane. Thinking that three Janes in one house- hold might occasion coufusion, the lady said to the newcomer, who was a tall, angular woman, with a rigid air and an uncompro- mising oast of countenance, "1 think, Jane, it will be better for me to call you by your last name, if you have no objection. "No'm, I have no objections," answered the housekeeper, standing stiffly erect,valise in hand. "Call me 'Darling,' maim, if you prefer. That's my name 1"—rosta'e Ciontpanion. • Scotch Proverbs. Birth's good, but breeding's better. Take a pint and 'gree; the law's costly. He is worth no weel that can bide no woe. Be the same thing that you would be Every man at forty is a fool or a physi- cian. A dog winna growl if ye fell him wt' a bone. Far sought and dear bought is good for ladies. He that winne, when he may &arum when he wad. Fair words break never a bone, foul words many a one.'—Good Housekeeping. Across the Continent. Wm. Renwick, M.D., M.R.C.S.E Vic- toria, B.C., writes : Ihave used Miller's Emulsion of Cod Liver Oil in cases of indi- gent patients with the most gratifying Jesuits. It does not upset the stomach, is easilysfissimilated and possesses undoubted power in rebuilding weakened constitutions, where the ordinary form of administering Cod Liver Oil is not admissable. For the future, whenever I have occasion to pros - crib° any preparation of Cod Liver Oil, I will give Miller's Emulsion the preference, being perfectly satisfied with its therapeutic efficacy. In big bottles, 50c. and $1 at all drug stores. Couldn't Catch. "Aren't you afraid of catching some terrible disease, doctor, in the practice of your profession ?" "Oh, no ; never; I am well inoculated. Before I went in medicine I was a baseball player. Muffed everything." Desirable Norse. Jinks --That new horse that Dent bought ran away last night and killed his wife. Filkins—That's too bad; he'll lose the sale of the animal now. Jinks—There you're mistaken. More than a dozen married men came to buy it this morning. The Head of the Establishment. Reverend Friend—Why, &wiggles, this is not the first of May I Scriggins—I'm aware of it I R. F.—Well, then, what are you moving now for ? Scriggins—Our servant girl doesn't like this location. So great has the dersity of the Dead Sea become that the human body easily floats on the surface without the slighest exer- tion of hands or feet. At a Catholic Convent in Fort Berthold, N. D., all the sisters, including the Mother Superior,. are Indians, and the spiritual director is a priest of Mohawk descent. It is said that ono woman in. every 60 in London is a gin -drinker, one in every 20 a pauper, and one in 13 illiterate. Amalie Joachim, the distinguished Lieder songstress, is about to visit the Milted States professionally. She sails for New York Feb. 1301, and will at once fill a number of engagementS of which the most important involve the presentation of a Lieder oyelus illustrative of the growth and fruition of German song, and divided into four afternoon or evening entertainments. 2 lovers sat beeeath the shade, And 1 un2 the Other said: flow 148 that you bo 0 Havesardled upon this suit of mine! If 6 a heart it palps for you— Thy voice is mud melody— 'Tis 7 to be thy loved 1, 2— Say, Oy nymph, will marry me/ Then liaped she soft, "Why 131y." —When yea are betting on an absolutely sure thing, stave out five cents for car -fare ho—nieT"o the chiropodist frankness) is the moot admirable of human chareeterlotics ; he delights) in hearing men acknowledge the e°!--11'" There goes a man to be trusted," said on, as Daimon entered the tailor.shop. THE WORLD OF LABOR, Echoes From Farm, Mill and Work - Slop, FAOTS AND FIGURES FOR ALL, There are paper quilts. Steel la eupplanting iron. Ammonia runs street ears. France Oen& the best false hair. London has 4,000 letter -earners. Toys employ 32,000 in Thuringia. Great Britain has 180,000 landlords. Europe uses 60,000,000 matches daily. Bitumen streete give great satisfaction. Norway has a water -proof paper church. Russia makes 30,000,000 wooden spoons a year. Great Gritain has 203,300 acres or orchards. Switzerland is erecting its first sugar. factory. Baltimore compels all plumbers to be. licensed. Less than 800 persons own half the soil of Ireland. Fifty tank steamers are now carrying oil iu bulk from this country to Europe. Anderson, Ind., is to have an aluminum plant that will employ 1,000 persons. An umbrella twenty-one feet in diameter has been constructed for a King of the Africans. Three times as much spirits aro consumed. 111 Scotland, according to the population, aa in England. The shoe department of the World's Fair is to have a space of 90,000 feet. In other words, it will cover 45,000 pairs. By a recent appliance to kitshen rang* the refuse from the kitcken is thoroughly* dried, converted into charcoal and used. Recent improvements in wire-drawbag have made it possible to draw platinum and silver into wire that is finer than human hair. 4n Australia no newspapers are published. nor railroad trains run on the Sabbath. Telegraph offices are closed and all business& is suspended. There are only four authors who earn $20,000 a year with their pens, and these lucky ones are William Dean Howells,, Robert Louis Stevenson, Mark Twain and Mrs. Burnett. A velocity as high as 2,887 feet per second has beee' obtained by a projectile from a rapid fire -gun. This is at the rate of 1,968 miles an hour. It is the highest velocity yet recorded. The largest raisin vineyard in the world now in bearing is owned by A. B. Bader, of Fresno, Cal. It contains 610 acres. The annual income from this vines ard has reached $200,000. Mount Washington is to be capped with the largest electric search -light ever made, and the highest beain of artificial light itt the world. tinder proper conditions it is inanned that A can be Been from Boston. Its the coming Crystal Palace Electrical Exhibition, upon the payment of a small fee, persons will be able to listen through the telephone to the music performed at theatres in London Birmingham, Men- ellesot egri::danLeixv eararppoioell I the great poVer I Twith an average attendance of 1 in London, in an East end. board echo)} 700 children, the riehoolmaster says that come without having had any brea,kfa and with smalf prospect of any dinner tea, either. A deputation waited on the Lord Mayor of London the other clay to obtain his aid in securing a fair trial in London for anthra- cite coal. They said there was a prejudice against this coal in London on the part of domestic servants who complained that it was very difficuleto light fires with anthra- cite. Weaving appears to have been practiced in China more than 1,000 years before it was known in Europe or Aga. The Egyptians ascribe the art to Isis, the Greeks to Minerva and the Peruvians to the wife of Mance Capac. The Saviour's veat or coat had not a seam, being woven frog the +op throughout in one whole piece. Great Improvements. "We are going to accommodate our pas.. stingers better, said the president of a, street car line to a reporter. "Going to put on more cars, I suppose ?" "No ; we are going to hang four more straps in each car." O'Donovan Roma has gone to sellingsugar and starchon commission. He can no longer make a living out of dynamite, and is afraid to return to England. A Japanese doctor never dreatns of ask- ing a poor patient for a fee. There is a proverb among the medical fraternity of Japan: "When the twin enemies, poverty and disease, invade a home, then he who takes aught from that home, even though t be given him, is a robber." —Ethel— I will wait until I find an ideal men before I marry. Clarissa —Yes ; but suppose he wants to marry an ideal paws woman " I have been a great Asthma. ins uaffearnedr sfervoemr e ACosltd11.; every Winter, and last Fall my friends as well as myself thought because of my feeble condition, and great distress from constant cough- ing, and inability to raise any of the accumulated matter from my lungs,, that my time was, close at hand - When nearly worn' out for want Of sleep and rest, a friend recommend- ed me to try thy valuable Medicine, Gentle, Syrup. e'sI Geam"n codan- Refreshing fident it saved my life, Almo'st the first Sleep. rdeolsieef agnavdeagineentlgereraet- freshing sleep, such asI had not had for weeks. My cough began immedi- ately to lOoten and pass away, and I tdund myself rapidly gaining in health and we1ght 1 am pleased to inform. thee--unsolicited--,-that I ani iti,sextellent health and do cer- tarGierl:tillioYi,liaOttSntlYtbarurtlitoPe.*i't._0t,.t..h,...YSYL°1:11:4:1$