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HomeMy WebLinkAboutThe Exeter Advocate, 1892-3-17, Page 6"preP a Nickel in the Slot." Where nntoniatic indication lies in wait for agitatioe, To. weigh you tea record it on the spot, Vie no use to hedgelor wriggle, for the pointer will not wiggle, Unless you drop"a eieltel in the slot. If yen want from, hotel waiter tender steak mid good. potato Ana all the nicest dishes that he's got, Re will surely entertain you with the -best that's on the inetnt If you wily drop a nickel in the slot. In a "parlor -ear" or "sleeper," ie a "flyer" ora * creeper," Pee the porter Ler the choicest chair or cot, It secures you the best places, cheerful looks and. smiling faces, Yoa always drop a nickel in the slot. 7ou wv.n1; a politician to secure you a posi- tion, And he'd like to, but he kuows that he can. ot— Your surest way to win him is not to urge nor chin him, But just you drop a niokol in the slot. If you love some pretty daughter, and she lets You knovv you've caught her, But her loviug father thinks he'd rather not, Don't you argue with the "nincom," just show up a handsome inoome, That'e the way to drop a nickel in the slot. You will find. the same variety in all grades of good. society, For money is the basis of the plot.; You can rake In invitatione, wsth to entree to ust stations, X t you only drop a nickel in the slot. So through life in all. your gettings, fortune, fun and all abettings That go to keep a boiling in the pot; Iles the coin that has the chrism to start up the at eohaniem, You neuet always drop a nickel in the slot. Harry Stedman A BARITONE'S DEVOTION ° Ort, A TALE OF SUNNY ITALY. Silently he walked back with the child to the Palazzo Porti, found that Nita was still at Sorrento; and went to seek Enrico, that he might spend his last evening with his friend. Between ten and eleven Enrico returned with him, and the two made their way together up the long staircase. I will come in and see your friendly Englishman once more," said Enrico, "and will say good-bye to your sister, if she has come back." But Nita and her husband were still out, and Sardoni had gone to the San Carlino ; Carlo, however, fancying he heard his voice in the sale, entered quickly, receiving a severe shook when he saw that Gomez was not, as he had fancied, talking to the tenor. Seated at a table, facing the Spaniard, was a man with a high, rounded forehead, from which the closely cut hair receded so much that in profile the effect was most curious, so large was the expanse of pallid face, so small the expanse of dark, silky waves. The nose was hooked, the expression very quiet, the eyes cold, but capable of lighting up, for as soon as the stranger became aware of Carlo's presence a gleam kindled in them, and turning to Gomez, he said politely, but with a smile which made Carlo shudder, "Pray introduce me to my rival, that I may have the pleasure of congratulating him on his great success." " Perhaps," said Gomez, with his usual stolid gravity, " perhaps Signor Donati does not care to be introduced to so formid- able a rival." The speech, which had been intended to put Carlo in a still more aveirward predica- ment, signally failed, for with ready courtesy he seized it and turned it to his advantage. "As a rival I•decline to be introduced to Signor Comenio," he said, in the pleasantest manner imaginable. "There can be no question of revelry between.a veteran and a novice ; but as a fellow -artist I am happy to make his acquaintance." He bowed. Comerio, with hatred in his heart and a smile on his .lips, bowed in reply; the two men exchanged a few re- marks on musical matters, and before long Commie took leave, owning himself beaten. There was undoubtedlysomething inDonati's imperturbable courtesy and fearless honesty which baffled his malice. CHAPTER xvm. FRANCESCA'S AUTUMN. "Tell me all about it over again, Flores- tano ; I think you have made•a mistake in choosing to be a fisherman. You should have been a professional tale -teller. Tell it me all over again from the very beginning." The old fisherman pulled his red Phrygian Cap lower over his wrinkled forehead, shook back his grizzed locks, glanced up at his brown mil to see that all was well, then looked across at the sweet, eager face oppo- siee him, and felt willing enough to obey the recenest. "Gran Do ! he is as good as a piece of bread !" exclaimed the old fisherman. "Who but he woeld have thought of com- ing all the way out here to fetch a shabby dd fellow like me, and giving me a fine place at the theatre, where I could see as well as those who carry a heavy purse, and are too fine to walk on foot, and spend their days in idleness? He came, signorina, bringingwith him the little boy, his nephew., ' "Was he looking well?" askedFrancesca, still keeping her face turned away. " Ebbene signorina 1 he was grave and quiet, doubtless thinking of the evening; and, now I conics to think of his face, I re- member it was browner than it was wont to be; he had lost his color, being shut up so much studying." Florestano could hardly help stalling to himself, because he thought he had given these reasons with such an ad- mirable air of conviction. "But except for that he was just like himself, signorina, lust like. He would take an oar on the way back to Naples, as if he were , back in the old times, and I was rowing him to school. once more, as I did for many a year 'is the warm weather. And then'when in the evening I saw him stand on the stage, with all the people praishig him, and he looking so fine in his velvet dress and his sword—then I did feel proud to think that only a few hours back he had taken my oar from me that I .might rest a bit. He couldn't have treated me better, signorina, if I'd been his own father." "And the people applauded him a great deal ?" asked Francesca,. " Claipperi 1 you may believe me, signor- ina, the noise made my head ache for days after. How he bore it, I don't know, but afterward, when they called for him he in Came before the curtalooking as mnclest and natural as if ho were but just an ordinary mao in his own home, arid bowed as though he were pleased that We had found pleasure in his acting. And when event to thank him and take leave I came upon him just at the stage door, and he said he wetted a breath of fresh air, for the theatre had been nearly as het as the cater of Vesuvius ; and he walked with me dowii to the Piliero, till 1 could have thoughthe had been a boy, again ; he seethed so like himself that I could hardly believe 'Was he that had beat Valentino a few minutes sirtie, with all the house crying over his death." "hen ha acted vet y well?" "He jitet made threat, eignorina 1 Gran .bio I Can never forget his face as he drove bank the devil with the cross, step- ping old boldly before the eoldiers as ough he feared naught 'Tivas flee to see the old devil cringing end backing I Pap, tell you, signorina, that I came away that night believing in the old faith once more, Therfes more in the cross than they would wish to have us think down at our club in Naples." Francesea thought she would have liked to tell her father that atory, but Carleeti name bad never passed between them eine° her betrothal bad been ended, and she knew that she would not be the first to break the silence. Comforted and yet !saddened by her talk with the old fisherman, she was set down on the beech and made her way through the vineyard' to the familiar olive garden, "Why, who ean be here?" exclaimed Sibyl. Someone talking with father. Look !" Francesca's heart leaped into her mouth, for she caught sight through the trees of a Panama hat exactly like Carlo's. In an instant a hundred wild hopes and conjectures had paseed through her mind, to be all too quickly dispelled, for, as they drew nearer, Oaptam Britton came down the path to meet them, and she saw that tne Panama, hat belonged to Count Carossa. For a moment she could not help hating him ; what right had he to take Carlo's house, to dress like him, to walk clown that path which was forever associated in her mind with the day of her betrothal? It was all she could do to greet him as usual. "1 find Count Carona is going, in to Naples this evening to the ball, ' said Captain Britton, "so I have offered him a seat in oar carriage. What time had you thought of starting, Fran ?" Francesca had thought of going early and returning early, but quickly realized that Count Carona would probably stay late, so she proposed that they should go an hour later than she had first intended, and, without beingdiscourteous, managedto seem perfectly indifferent as to the arrangement The count was piqued by her manner; she was the first pretty foreigner he had ever met who was not willing to flirt with him, and he was determined to win her. She was obliged to promise him a dance, to stand by and look polite while her father invited him to dinner that evening, and, later on even to except some white azaleas which he brought with him frorn the Villa Bruno, not at all understanding that the mere sight of them would recall to her the image of her absent lover, of whose existence the count had no idea. When she came into the room Enrico was at the far end, talking to some Americans whom Francesca knew by sight. She felt almost certain that he saw her, and waited in trembling hope for his approach; but he never came, and before long she was sur- rounded by a little throng of worshippers, and her card was speedily filled. When Count Oarossa had written his name there was only one vacant place for the waltz which followed the cotillon. "Will yoa not let me have this one, too ?" he asked, beseechingly. She avoided his eager brown eyes, and glanced quickly in Enrico's direction. He was making one of those profound, awk- ward -looking bows of his to a pretty little Neapolitan, and she felt a conviction that he did not mean to ask her to dance. It was hard to be avoided by the one man in the room whom she desired to talk to, and persecuted by the one she most wished to avoid! She felt angry with Enrico and angry with the count, and though she sel- dom asserted herself, her spirit rose now, and she said, quickly : "Thank you ; I shall not dance after the cotillion." "You are quite right.; it is a tiring affair. But you will permit me to sit out with you, signorina.?" "1 wish his eyes were green, or gray, or anything but brown," thought Francesca to herself, naughtily. "1 wish he was French, or German, or anything but Italian 1" Then aloud: "No, I don't think I shall make any promises. But perhaps I shall sit out with the partner I happen to choose in the cotillon. We will see how things arrange themselves." All this time Enrico had watched her critically. At first he had intended to ask her to dance, and to write and give Carlo a faithful and particular account of every word she had said. But when he saw her surrounded by admirers, and dispensing her, favors with the unconscious dignity of a little queen, then something like resentment began to stir in his heart, and he wondered, whether, after all, she deserved Carlo's de- votion, whether it was even remotely likely that she would be faithful to him. He was angry with her for looking so lovely and for sidling so charmingly; with all his philosophy he never once asked himself the question, how Warr she to help it? He was angry with her for being admired by other men and angry with her for looking happy while she danced, and hugged his old con- viction to his heart " There is no such thing as love in the world ! all is selfishness under the sun." And yet, though he pro- fessed to hold firmly to his creed, he longed to -night to see it falsified; he would have liked, at any rate, to think that his friend and the beautiful English girl were those strange exceptions which, according to the proverb, prove the rule. At length the cotillion was danced, and the time arrived when Francesca, the ac- knowledged belle of the evening, was seated in the middle of the room with a mirror in het hand, while those who were eager to be her partners went up one by one behind her, and looked over her shoulder, so that their faces were reflected in the glass. If she refused them she threw her handkerchief across the mirror ,• and it seemed to -night as if no one pleased her,for one after another was rejected, and Enrico was enchanted to see the confidence with which Count Carossa had. approached her, changed. to undisguis- able chagrin as he retiredinto the ranks of the refused. "Go and try your chance," urged a voice in Enrico's heart. But he reflected that it was well enough to see other men rejected, but not so pleasant to be refused one'e self. "For Carlo's sake," urged the voice ; it is your sole chance Of talkingho her." 1Vluch against his own inclination he moved forward and looked grimly down upon the mirror. His face was so funny a contrast to all the worshipping faces which had preceded it that Francesca could have found it in her heart to laugh at it had she not been so happy and relieved. To the astonishment of every one, including Ertrico himself, she made the trip of accept, mace, and with the proud sense of poesession his good humor returned, and he was ready to believe nothing but good of her. " I thought you were never coming," she said, uader her breath, when talking was possible, "Did you wish for me ?" he asked, in his cold, rather sarcastic voice. "1 thought you were far too vt.ell provided with cava- liers to dare for so indifferent a dancer." "�u ought to have known that you were the one man in the room I ehould care to talk With," she said, quickly, stung by his tone, and by the perception Of what he must have thought of her. But the next Moment ehe half regretted her wotcle, for Enrico's whole face changed, and he lifted his eyes to hers with the look it theta which she could not bear to see, eave in the eyes of the mat:, she hared, "1 thought yisn wouid tell rne of Carle," the said, determined to speak out boldly, though. she Weald have preferred a more pilot phase for On talk. "Have you heard from him ?" "Three times," said Burke, reeovering his usual mer. ep often 1" she exolainied, with Mingled jealously and pleasure in her tone. They were interrupted for a minute or two by the neeessity of attending to the dance. In the next interval he saw that the jealousy had given place to uneloaded eatis- faction, and it was almost in the tone of her old, childish clays that she said, "Oh, you will tell me all about him, will you not? You are his friend, I know, and for his sake, you will still be mine, I hope." "Indeed I will," he said, very kindly, "if you will let me. You never liked no in the old days; I dare say 1 was very dis- agreeable." "No, it was my fault," said Fraticesca. "I was so jealous of you because you took up the time, and I was afraid he cared for you more then for me ; but now—but now I am not jealous any more." She laughed a little, and glanced up at him with a humorous look in her dark gray eyes. "1 would do anything to serve you," said Enrico. "1 cannot help still thinking of you, as one who belongs to Carlo, and for that reason your slightest wish shall he a command to me." , "Thank you; you are so kind; you un- derstand so well, Enrico," she replied, quickly adopting the tone of brotherly and sisterly intimacy which he had carefully in- stilled into his last remark. She was very grateful to him for putting in that saving clause, "for that reason," and dismissed forever from her mind the fear which had seized her not long since that Enrico 'drab going over into the tiresome ranks of her adorers. He was going to do, no such thing; he was going to be to her just the strong, kind, brotherly friend she needed. "I am glad it is over," she exclaimed, as the music ceased ; "do let us get some- where away from all these people. Are you engaged for the next dance 2" No," said Enrico, hardly knowing whether to be amused or charmed by her unconventional frankness. "Ah, I am so glad 1 for I saved it on purpose, and made'Count Carossa so cross. Please, please, sit out with me somewhere, and tell me about the letters.") Enrico in his secret soul felt a thrill of pride as he reflected that the belle of the evening had besought him to stay with her. Then all selfish thoughts faded away in admiration of the love which made shy, timid Francesca so innocently bold, so de- lightfully unlike the girls whom he was in the habit of meeting in society. He led her into the conservatory, which was prettily hung with Chinese lanterns, and here, at the far end, they discevered a charming little nook, with a rustic seat half hidden by ferns and flowering plants. "1 will send you the letters to read if you like; I could always do that," began Enrico. " No," she said, with a sigh, "1 don't think it would be right, for my father made me promise not to write to him or receive letters from him, and that would seem like a sort of subterfuge. But it can't be wrong to hear about him now that we have met at last. Where did he write from ?" "The first letter was from Malta; he seemed fairly cheerful, made great fun over the colorless island, and grew very patriotic over his comparisons. I am afraid he feels his exile a great deal. You see he is such a thorough Italian; all his interests are bound up with the country. Then, too, he was a good deal pained because those idiots down at the Circle of Social Instruc- tion—the club, you know, in which he had always taken so much interest—quite mis- understood his turning public singer, up- braided him with his desertion of the cause —much they knew about it 1—and called him frivolous and self-seeking, just as if they were a parcel of English Pur taus, if you will pardon the comparison." Francesca sighed. "It seems as if all the world were against him." "But that is what such knights-errant must expect," said Enrico. "1 can't see why," said Francesca, sadly; "of course they would expect the evil to be arrayed against them, but when their fel- low -soldiers turn upon them that seems hard. Still I think he was prepared for it; he counted the cost before he set out—not that that makes it any easier to bear." "He wrote again from Gibraltar, where they seem to have had a busy time," con- tinued Enrico; "and then again he wrote on board the steamer and posted the letter in England, so they are safely there, though the letter, being twisted on landing, gave no particulars as to his first notions of the country." Francesca was silent for a minute; the bare, dry facts were so unsatisfying she wanted to know all the little details, she longed so terribly to see the letters them- selves. Enrico partly understood, butfound it impossible to come to her help. He had had no idea that it would have proved so hard to give any coherent account of his friend's long letters. While he was racking his brains for some quotable sentence he became aware of voices at a little distance beyond their leafy screen ; heheardthe word "toned," and then, as the speakers drew nearer, the whole conversation became dis- tinctly audible. "Well, his uncle is furious about it—' disowned him on the spot." "You mark my words, Badia, there's a woman in the case. For all Donati's high reputation, I would stake my life on it. These fellows who set up for being rnmal, if once they are touched, go to greater lengths than we should." "For the matter of that," remarked the other, "it is likely enough he should turn singer with such a voice; magnificent 1 the finest baritone I ever heard.' " Corpo del diavolo 1 you are as innocent as a child, my friend I Would a man throw over a fortune and a good match and a pro- fession to boot? Besides, see how, quickly It was all arranged ? One week we were congratulating him on being an avvocate, the next this fait unknowii had lured him on to the stage." " What about a match? 1 heard nothing of that." "1 assure you I have it on the best authority that he was betrothed to Miss Britton, and left her for +he sake of the fait unknown." " Ccvpperi 1 This is truly a chapter from a romance 1 Let me Nee, who was there in IVIerlino's company? The little De Caisne, do you think? or Domenico. Borelli ?" Tho reply was inaudible there came a sound of laughter, then the voices died away in the clietanee. Enrico had been on the point of dashing forward to put a peremptory stop to the malicious gossip, but the recollection of rranceeca's presence made him pause. To discuss the matter before het was out of the question, and even had she not been there it would have been almost im- possible to interfere to any purpose, so cutiningly were the falsehoecis interwoven with the truth, He 'wee so covey that ah first he oceild not imam tines to leek at his companion, but When the ripeakera had left the eoneervatory he turned to Frencema, an indignant eXclatnatien trembling oft his lips. The exclamation was never uttered, however, for the sight �f her face almost choked him ; it wee bathed in tears, of Whieh ehe metaled unconecione, for he made no effort to hide them ; her hands were tightly locked together, and the tears rained dewn over her lovely pink -and -white cheeks. She had not stirred einee their conversation had been interrupted, her fah() was OM turned to his, just as it had. been when he told her of Carlo's letters. Enrico longed to rurrh after the slanderers and (mach their skulls together ; he had never in his whole life Mt so savage and yet so tender, so eager to comfort and yet so conscious of his own unfitness. " Don't heed those brutes," he entreated. "After all, you knowevery pablic character is exposed to this sort of thing, and really, upon my rfoul, if one were not so angry one would be obliged to laugh at suoh ari absurd notion." Francesca did not speak, but she was re- called to the present, and made an effort to stop crying. Enrico thought she had never looked so lovely betore, and felt that her tears were making sad havoc of his philosophy, and that, in self-defence, he met do what he could to check them. " See," he began, in his kindest voice, "if you go back to the ballroom presently, and people notice that you have been cry- ing, it will make an opening for more,of this infernal gossip." "Yes," she said with a quiver in her voice which made his heart ache. "1 had not thought of that"; and hastily drying her eyes she raised them to his all bright and shining, and pathetic as the eyes of a little child in trouble. Do you think it shows much now ?" she asked. Enrico was no lady's man; he neither per- jured himself to please her nor evaded the question by a compliment, as many would have done. He looked gravely into those dark grey depths and critically at the wet lashes fringing them. "Ib does rather," he,said ; "but weneed not go back yet, they are still dancing." "How sad the music sounds !" she said, with a sigh ; "and yet it is a waltz I used to be so fond of. It seems as if those hate- ful words had taken th,e sweetness out of everything." Don't think of them !" exclaimed Enrico. "After all, you know it is but the way of the world. People would be dull if they did not invent little scandals of this kind. Carlo has done an altogether unprecedented thing, has actually loved his sister better than himself ; but the world can't look into his heart, and naturally, after its invariable custom, credits him with low motives." "It is just that which makes it so hard," said Francesca. "I didn't think they could have been so cruel; people, too, who must really have known him. How can they— how can they think such things? All him life gives the lie to it 1" There was a silence; the music rang out more distinctly; it seemed to say to Fran- cesca "After all, 'tie hollow kind of mer- riment, but we are bound to go on. The fiddler is longing to get home to his dying wife, but he must play on to the end ! And the dancers have aching hearts, but they must dance, dance, and be merry. This is pleasure, you know—the world's pleasure !" You see," said Enrico, "the world has always been very kind to you, and so you have been deceived. People naturally make much of you, and that, of course, is pleasant." "1 don't think I can ever enjoy anything again," said Francesca, with the firm con- viction of two -and -twenty that the particu- lar cloud in its sky is going to prove more powerfal than the sun. But there was, nevertheless, some truth in her remark. She would enjoy again, but never in the same way; she would enjoy as a woman, but never again as a happily ignorant girl. "Everything seems hollow and unreal," she went on : "I have believed it all so much 1" "You must not let me convert you to my creed," said Enrico, with a smile, "or how could I ever face Carlo? It is an odd coin- cidence that while you, through this busi- ness, get your first glimpse behind the world's scenes, and are disillusioned, .1, in watching yon and Carlo, have felt almost ready to throw over my pet theory of uni- versal egoism." "What arguments you and Carlo used to have in the old days," said Francesca, re- covering herself, and feeling much cheered by his words. Then, with a little smile, she added: "1 have been talking just like a horrid old woman we used to know in England. I wished her merry Christmas one day, and she shook her head and looked so glum as she grumbled out Merry Christ- mas indeed ! There's no merriment in this world.' I do hope I shren't grow like her." Enrico laughed. I shall tell Carlo that story when next I write. You will not allow me to send any message from you, I suppose ?" "No, I can't do that," she sighed ; he knows I can't. But oh, Enrico, it is such comfort to know that you write to him. Write often—promise to write often." Once again they talked over all the news in Carlo's letters ; then, leaving the flowery retreat, made their way back to the crowded rooms. Francesca was speedily claimed by her next partner, and Enrico leaned meditatively against the wall, watch- ing the gay scene, and musing laver that pathetic complaint which the girl had made to him: "They have taken the sweetness out of everything." Years after, if any one had asked him what was the most touching sight he had ever ?seen, there would have arisen in his mind a pioture of that gayly -lighted ballroom and of Francesca's sweet, sad face, upon which, spite of all her efforts, there yet lingered the traces of tears. Again and again she was whirled past him, her feet flew over the ground, but her face always bore the same expression, and he knew well that it was only a sense of duty which kept her up, and that she danced with a sore heart. CjIAPTER XIX. IN ENGLAND. And hast thou chosen then? Canst thou en- dure The purging change of frost and calenture Accept the sick recoil, the weary pain Of senses heightened, keener nerves and brain— Suffer and love, love much and suffer long— And live through all, and at the last be strong Thou shalt need all the strength•that God can give Simply to live, my friend, simply to live. —" On Art as an Aim in Life."—F. W. H. 1VivErts. " Morning News I 11Torning News I" Shocking murder at Mountford 1" This cheerful announcement, in the harsh shouts of a newspaper boy, awoke Carlo, one morning early in the autumn to the recd. - lection that he was in England, lie started broad &Wake in a inomett filen dreams of Francema and QUA Bella, and with a pang of realization, to which he was now too well accustomed, knew that he was altogether parted from her, and looked with blank, hopeless, miserable depression round the unfamiliar hotel room. It was one of thoSe narrow, &only planes often met with in inns. At, the foob of his own narrow, iron bedstead, was a second just as narrow, and thottgh the general int- pressioia conveyed Was of Meagre bareness reepect, to the furniture yet one felt cramped and oppressed by tile proportions of the teem. Soles andevhiting 1 soles and whiting bang a nanal-voiced heliwomen in the titred. And them, after an iuterval, came a ory so extremely comic that Carlo burst out laugh- ing. " *se you awake San Carlo ?" exclaimed Gigi, appearing, with the suddenness of a Jaok-in-the box, from beneath the clothes on the ether bed. " Giusto (lido ! what eau the woman be calling 1" Riad Carlo. "Gigi, if you love me jump out of bed and eee Gigi, nothing loath, sprung ep and darted to the window. "It's black things in a basket," he an- nounced. "Oa, now I can hear what she says;it 'Pickled cockles pickled cockls 1" By the time the ory had died away in the di stance Carlo was grave and depressed again ; hh tried to live through his dream once moro, and to forget the distasteful reality, while all the time he was listlessly watchingGlee in the performance of his toilet, a sight which might well have tickled the gravity of an unaccustomed observer. Necessity had taught the little fellow to be far more handy than most children of his age, and now that Carlo had instilled into his mind the duties of cleanliness and godli- ness, his businees-like way of eetting to work was most edifying, beginning sedulously with soap and water, and ending with the "Paternoster," which Carlo had taught him in Italian. The plaoe seemed to grow less desolateas the child very slowly and deliberately re- peated the familiar words, and Carlo's heart grew lighter. True, he had as yet made no way at all with Anita, and the future still looked black and unpromising, but at any rate Gigi was the better for the change of baritones; and what right bad he to fear for the result of work which he had begun in obedience to a direct call? " Peroiocche tuo e ±1 repo, e la potenza, e la glories in sempiterno. Amen," re- peated Gigi; then sprmging to his feet, and relapsing into English, "May I go down and play, St1,11 Carlo ?" Carlo patted the little brown head. "Why, yes, to be sure, old man, take your soldiers and play in the coffee -room. I'll be down directly !" "It's as good as a play to see how that fel. low can turn Merlin° round his finger ! And all the time the old brute treats him like a dog. I'm hanged if I understand how Val- entino does it, and how he keeps his temper, for he's got a pretty hot one, for all his sweetness. Jove 1 I should just like to poke the devil up in him for once and see what he'd do, He's none of your milk -and -water saints or he could never act as he does." But if to Sardoni, who held the key to the enigma, Carlo's character and life were perplexing, to the rest of the troupe they were altogether incomprehensible. Some of them admired him; others found his unsel- fishness convenient, and did not scruple to trade on ib; others were jealous of his sue- eess, and suspected him of trybig to curry favor with isierlino ; and though, before long, all except Gomez had been so far conquered by the charm of, his manner as to treat him with friendly familiarity, not one of them was capable of fathoming the beauty of his character. He was merely, in their eyes, a pleasant exchange for Oomerio—a youngster who, at present, seemed unspoiled by his success, a good traveling companion'who was always ready to make fun of petty dis- comforts, and who seemed quite naturally, and with an utter absence of ostentation, to take upon himself the "dirty work" of the company. Sardoni was the only one who troubled himself to wonder about the new baritone; he could not have told why it was that he had from the very first been so attracted by him, but the attraction only grew more powerfnl the more he saw of him,and his reckless nonchalance was fast melting away in the deep interest of his halhavowed friendship. He could have laughed at him- self for being so absorbed in the study of a fellow -actor that his ordinary pleasures palled upon him; but there was no disput- ing the fact, and when Carlo was near he was always conscious of a sort of fascination which compelled him to throw off. his cold indifference' which roused him into a pleas- ant warmthof wonder, and made him look and listen, and wait upon Donati's utter- ances as though they were most remarkable. And this, to tell the truth, they seldom were, for Carlo was not particularly intel- lectual, neither was he brilliant and witty; it was rather that he was what the Italians call "simpatica," and full of an undefined charm which made him as lovable as he was incomprehensible. He came in soon after, looking fagged and muck inclined for a peaceful cigar. (To be contannede Elsewhere bi this issue we publish the particulars of a remarkable cure that fairly outrivals the celebrated case of John Mar- shall, of Hamilton which created such a sensation throughout the country. The par- ticulars of this case are vouehed for by the Albany Evening Journal, recognized as the leading newspaper at the New York State capital, and ono of the leading papers of the United States. There is, therefore, no room to doubt that the particulars of the case are accurately and carefully set forth, in every respect true, and must therefore prove of the deepest interest to our readers, we, therefore, commend the article to their care- ful perusal. She Appreciated Ells Condition. Mrs. Crimmins (at 2 a. m.)—Is that you, James? James—Yesh (hie), m'dear. Mrs. Crimmins—Well, lock the gas and turn out the door and come upstairs.—.Tudge. The man who dies young will not be obliged to dye when he is old. RE NOT a Fur- gativo Medi- cine. They are a TBLON°I°0DanBdugaDaiilst sratroiron, as they supply in a condensed fetal the substances actually needed to an- aril°111 discases coming from Poen and WAT- ERY Boon, or from V,ITIATED RUMORS in h te Buena and also invigorate and BUILD trP the Boon and SYSTEM, when broken down by overwork, mental worry, disease, excesses and indiscre- tions, They have a prnontro Aomori on tlnkflnktrADSysprest‘of both mon and women, YeetOring, LOST vrelon and correcting all innuoureituTros and stirramssrens. /311 6 'Who finds his mental Sae - 31 VAN 11 3 ulties dull or failing, or Isla physical powers flagging, Fib ould take these rims. eniey will restore his lost energieS, both physical and meittal. i'lle3ideittnelf.hoeuTe. : EVERY TP651A11 prossions and 4i:regularities, which inevitably entail sieltnewelien neglected. sults of youthful bad b abits, caitt strengthen the YOUNG MEN ;‘,.11,f),Iyild,vtllimet111,33 systern, make Wein vegeta. YOUNG OliEN Fox eale by all druggists, or will be sent Upon receipt of DJ:fee (80C, per box), by addresenag 27hte ..1EAT4, TrIZZLIA90 ORD. eo. Broaville, Ont. swamis Arum um Ilundreds of women Pining le ltgarrY flr Nerthetlge. George M. Northedge, a Chicago carpen.., ter, thought himself fortunate when he inherited $800,000 from England, but now he's the most miserable MOM alive. Hire trouble is caused by the unweloorned atten- tions of hundreds of old maids and pimp*. widows who want to marry hint. The firatk day after the newspaper publication of ilia good fortune Northedge reobived 25 lettera from amorous females. Next day the num- ber swelled to 150, and ever since liOrthedge has received from 100 to 300 letters every day from women and from every portion os the Union, from Maine to California. Some, of the welters boldly propose marriages others, more coy, just hint at it, and not Et, few want to be his housekeeper. Some of the "gushy" writers declare that the pia-, tuna of Northetige, shown in the newspaperik was just too lovely fer anything and they were sure they could be happy with such s. man, even if be were miserably poor. And-, taking in adl in all, poor Northedge's life 11 now hardly worth the living, NITS.—All Fits stopped free by Dr. EL Great Nerve Restorer. No Fits after day's use. Marvellous cures. Treatise and trial bottle free to Fit cases. Send to Dr. 931 Arch St., Philadelphia, Pa. Man born of woman is of few days and( full of schemes to get his narne in print imaatrimposamotwoomputa. a. C. lg. X. 11 92 pl% e., -L4 Z ONEte Beth the Syrup and refreshing gently Liver and tem effectually, aches and constipation. only remedy duced, ceptable its action effects, healthy many excellent to all popular Syrup Lottles Any reliable have it promptly to try it. C SAN 1.4)TITSVILLE, . k ., si*, • kl.A. G "•,. 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NEW TICK AND ,-. • -45' at greatly It effectually Grub, to subiect, and The proprietors when used found on each Itprevents wool bright Put up in box is sufficient It only requires Sold by Wholesale VERMIN DESTROYER at great en genuine article a Lice, Worms or and cattle aro to thrive. perfeasuocess as will be and renders Mei 30 cents each. One ordinary sized shams. to prove itself. BRIGGS 8e &MS, Ont. _ HE PROPRIETORSIILMIPIIIit T chased the formula pense, andare nowpreparedtosupply the trade with the reduced prices. destroys Ticks, which sheep, horses enables the animal will guarantee according to directions, box. scurf and scab, and dear. tin boxes; price for twenty to be tried all druggists. G. C. Agents, Hamilton, WE 4 , TELL THE T UTI -14. We will send Seed Annual tells WHOLE UM!. and give Catalogue, than. BUT THE : T about Seeds. you Free for 1892, THE 4 ' We illustrate prices in which is our which this handsomer tells NG Winclsor,Ont., ever. 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