Lucknow Sentinel, 1892-04-15, Page 6In Exile.
(From ballads and songs of "The Brigade," by
Col. Chas. C. Grant.)
.Air—" Gradh-Alo-Clareide."
The strife is o'er --their netive land
They never more shall see,
• In bitter grief we -mourn the band
Whose partieg thus must be ;
The white.sails soon will die..pear
That seem like clouds outspreisd.
Froni many a breaking heart we hear,
To Ps, or boys are—dead.
0, lonely watcher While you settee
Beyond "The •sionainn side," •
Could you t'oresee their fame would blaze
Throughout a world, tho' wide,
In Irish soilthey louged to rest,
Your praise they sought alone
Let dying saretield's voice attest
Till death they were your own.
in mocking words the wine they quaff
To vatinuished in the fray,
Doomed soon to rue the scornful laugh
That greets the wail to -day ;
How well avenged their last farewell,.
Bow ineult was repaid,
To friend and foe, we dare to tell
• • In songs of "The Brigade."
That vengeance folowed sure, if slow,
Guiscard's hirelings felt,
Exulting o'er their slaughtered foe
The feared and,hated Celt;
Their silken colors bent and torn
. That vaunted our defeat,
Across Alznanza's plains were borne
And laid at Berwick feet.
- • a
turned his weakness into strengt
by resolutely refusing to make th
smallest concession to it, and he
abI
, even with overwrought ueiges .and
failing physical powers, to endure with com-
posure the trying ordeal. It was as Merlin
had said, the audience kindly consented to
put up with him ; they allowed him to ap-
pear without a singe hiss. Indeed, the
chilling silence was broken by five or ,9:13C
chips from the third few of stalls.
‘,‘ That is Frances's cousin," he thought
to himself, and he felt glad to have one
friendly face among the hundreds of
coldJy
critical onee. Hewas 1. d
h a
Carlo had fancied th
i
•
0
ge
e t through the opera h
, o, to
such friends as Do'navel
menicaBorelli andSardoni ;
to sing with that night, and was cheered by i
Mr. Britton's kindness. If only he could I
'get through hie work he thought that, spite 1
of the dark future, he should feel perfectly '
happy. But that was the great eluestion.
All thought he had attempted what was
physically impossible, and he shrank lt1
horror from making another exhibition of
himself on the stage. "If I do faint again,"
he reflected, "1 hope I shall de it decently
in my dressing-reom." t
., By sheer force of will he got through the b
loeg, weary duet with Sardoni, but it left
him so worn out with pain that he could N'
hardly stand. He got off the stage some- of
,
. how, and the moment they were out of sight
*Sionainn, commonly named Shannon. De- (I dragged Sardoni took him by the arm and half sla
sect .ent1y in anew ' 4,
Guiseard himself escaped. He was killed sills- him to his room, where, with an fe
to
of Queen Ann's Ministers in London for resist- I floor beside the fire, seeming to find a sore
assassinate ono irrepreseible groan, he threw himself on the fel
- Swift remarks: Fortunately for hanianity the
ing some claim for pay he preferred: Dean of relief in thrusting the guitar under his en
cut to pieces and exterminated at 'the Battle of
greater part of this ruffian's •regunent were arro, so that he actually lay upon it. Wtk
Almanza, al arch 13th, A. D. 1707. se,a.ea man had eVer spent, as he sat in the disu 1
It was the straugest evening the English- w•
l'ttl ressing-room, with its bare floor and
whitevvaaLed walls, •its confusion of stage
dresses and the garments of prosaic life.
Simeon° had brought in two or three mish-
it:m:31min the green room, and as soon as
Carlo had recovered his senses they had
laid him on these upon his left side, the
position whieh seemed to give him the
greatest ease. The firelight played on his
face, and Mr. Britton, as he watched him,
found his thoughts wandering back to the
time when he had first met him with Fran-
cesca outside the English church at Naples.
He recalled the. strange, sad smile which
had passed over the young Italian's face
when be congratulated him on his betro-
thal. and he felt irresistibly drawn to a
man Who could deliberately choose a career
ad self-denying, so little likely to be under-
stood:
He was startled to and that. his thoughts
te-Francescaintistliiiee' affected his com-
panion.
"We may not be , alone again," said
Carlo 'turnino'his face toward him"If
anything shoal happen to 'me, will you
promise to give 'this to Francesca "—he
indicated their betrothal ring----" and tell
her how good every one ,was to me ?"
_ Mr. Britton felt a choking sensation in
his throat, but he promised, and then,
partly to break the uncomfortable silence,
remarked that he had heard from CasaBella
that morning.
"They are Well ?" asked Carlo.
land in June."
"Quito welL ' Francesca conies to 'Eng-
. The next -moment he regretted his words,
,
for they - seemed to give the finishing touch
to Carlo's suffering. He turned abruptly
away, and, though his face was hidden Mr.
Britton could see that he was struggling to
suppress a tempest of • passionate etnotion.
So little do people understand each other
that it had never occurred to the English-
man, with. all his kind-heartedness, to
picture to himself the 'torture of a, lover
who knows that his love will be close at
hand, yet that he is to be denied even a
sight of her. Bat that silent, bitter struggle
taught him much, and once morse set his
kind heart to weave plans for helping the
course of true love to run smooth.
Before anything more had passed, the -
call -boy rapped at the door, andMr. Britton
in dismay turned to Ilet what his conipanion
would do. He had jet to learn that Italian
storms, if violent; are brief, and that an
Italian nature if it has strong emotions, has
also a wonderful self-mastery upoe. which it
can fall back in time of need. Carlo rose
promptly, rearranged his disordered ces-
tume in a business -like fashion and smoothed
his hair.; then, fearing that Mr. Britton
might regret the words which had escaped
him, said in the mariner which had won him
so many friends, "Do you mind corning
ous, only lust a nharp you are there." .
with me to the wings? I like to feel that I con, antare ;
etab in the aide every now and then."
f seemed to
- "Dear old fellow, it was madness of you And before the Englishman had recovered the sierman
to come at all," said Sardoni. "you must from his surprie' at this unlooked-for coin- of tongues
give in ; you must put up with Comerio's e thick of the tening with
posure, Figaro was '
return ; there is no help f • ." noisy group on the stage, eating better than • passed. Al
Carlo leaned his head on his hand and he had done all the evening, and endeavor- i "Can't you
was silent, as if struggling with himself ; ing to play the part a peacemaker, and to i from Sardon
both speakers seemed to have /gotten Mr.
1 aboat "Coni
put an end to the altercation.
Britton's presence. Mr., Britton could hardly believe, as he, the clew to
"" It's no good looking ahead," said Carlo , figure, now here, f discussed.
watched the lithe active
after a iaause. " Of course it w' now there, that a few minutes ago he. had ! He waited
. right. But don't, argue now, Jack; I've
be'''411: seen the same man lying in the extremity of , far too mad
'got to sing, if they will have me, mental and bodily pain; ad when once on to notice h
there's all 'end of it." and 1 more in the interval between the acts be ! trate all his fa
As he spoke there was a knock at the,:
f and Sardoni had to restore the Italian to his : this crisls. T
door, and Merlin° entered. senses, he could no. longer keep his , eaten- ' &bine to pass :
" I think they will hear you," he said. i ishment to himself.
I offer his servi
"They are in a ba.d temper, but they see " What in the world can our friend be i night Carlo ha
we are doing all at cart be done, and . made of ?" he exclaimed. "1 should not , difficult prob
they'll hardly hies you off again. They are 1 have thOught it•Possible for a man of his I happen, it was
very easily pacified, these English ,
audiences. • temperament to ,persevere in the • teeth of Merlino or not
such diffieulties. '
Carlo glanced at Mr. Britton with the i do
• 1 " I sup. pose pluck and goodness generally !Carlo did not fi
• • of saying tha.
strangest inixttre of pain aiad laughter in go together," said Sardoni ; " and ! hours of menta
his dark, shining eyes. The contented look ,
, thoug,h you may be Donatifs friend, no one :Ite at length ar
of the impresario as he painted the sort of whci is not in this troupe can -have much all things consi
reception. which probably awaited him idea of what he really is, He's out and out ' in arou$ing M
tickled his fancy.
• i
the best fellow I ever came across."
".21 glass of porter before you go on ?"1 "He seems, very mech liked by most of I, native.
"4
said Bauer, pressing it upon hina.
f "Lock," he $
the company."
"Try this rav- egg, signor," said his , apply
I " Yes, and with good reason. They all i "Paul Cremer'
dresser, eagerly. to him one of their expressive Italian might very poss
." Or a troche," sugheated Sardoni. sayings—' Good as a piece of bread '—a de- I Telegraph and
" Or a Stolberg," said Merino), produping of ea. •
I script ion which would not hold for the rest ' expenses of any
a little box full o,f dark -looking -lozenges. • i I
He broke .off
" He is coming to himself," said Mr. cost hirn hideo
at if only he could • lay with closed eyes, and
e should b,eperfectl t h was passing until he
ork was really done up from her chair beside
utely to be able to toward the door. Th e started up with
sudden energy.
" Nita," he exclaimed, "do not go yet -
1 want Le speak to you!"
She turned beetle reluetaritly, and ...at the
same" moment he became aware of Mr.
Biittou's presence.
" How kind of you to come !" he said.
" Will you excuse me just for a minute ?
waut to speak to eister —there is not
much time left."
" We will wait in the next room," said
Sardoni, " if Madame Merlin° will tell us
when she leaves you."
Nita assented, and, still reluctantly, sat
down again beside the bed. When they
were alone he turned toward her.
" I had hoped to side over this time in
England," he said, striving with all his
mightepot to let the physical pain overmas-
ter hiffi. " It is hard to feel that, after all,
I have perhaps only made your danger
greater. You must forgive 'ine for failing
you like this, Nita !"
pp, but when his w
he was buffering too ac
bestow a thoug,ht on the future or on Anita.
Too faint to speak, he allowed Mr. Britton
tohelphim up to hie room, never troubling
himself to consider the iinpreseiou that No..
02 would ineke on the !let ehinbuilder. The
iniserabie little place was to him now a
haven of rest, and there was deep relief iu
the consciousness thet he could now ostler
in peace, that no call -boy \would rap at bus
door, t Lit there was no longer the horrible
ueceesity of acting and singing before a
criticed audience. But to Mr. Britton that
dismal little attic was the climax of the
eveniug. lta" total lack of Comfort appalled
him, ate' when he hail left tha patient to
the care of Ssrdoui azel the !teeter he drove
home, vowing that Carlo should be moved
to Alerlebank- the very next day.
CEIAPIER XXVII.
." FAILURE. 1J
Clare was much concerned when she heard
he bad news which Mr. Britton and Harry
roue lit home that evening.
" You didn't wait to hear the doctor's
erdict ?" she asked, when the bare outline
the story had been given her.
"No, it was so late, and I thought I
ould only heve been in the wayi; but I
ar there's not. the least doubt the poor
low is in for pleuxisy." •
" It was awful to see him toward the
d," said Harry. " Leaning up against the
odwork when he had to be on the stage
th „ lug actually to sing or do, and
every now and then, when he was singing,
suddenly folding his arms—so—as it the
pain was alumst unbearable."
"What do you think, Miss Cleremont-.--
if we had one of the St. John's nurses
down, could we manage to leek after him
all right here ?" said Mr. Britton.
Clare was delighted at, the proposal, for
she had always been fond of Carlo. She did
not , understand all Mr. Britton's reasons
for taking an interest in • the young Italian,,
but his kindness and hospitality did not at
all surprise her, because he was a man who
was forever going out of his way to help
other people, and Rate, who was house-
keeper, used soznetimes to protest that
really Merlebank might as well call itself
What it was in fact—a sanitarium for his
friends and acquaintances.
So the plans for Carlo's reception at
Alerlebank were dieeuesed, . and the -next
'morning Mr: Britton drove in to the Royal
Hotel to see what sort of night the Italian
'had passed. At the entrance he encogn-
tered the doctor.
"How iii your patient to-day,Kavanagh?"
he asked.
' "Very had, poor fellow—must be moved
at once to the hospitel."
"Nonsense, he is a friend of mine; I
want him brought to Merlebank. You'll
give leave for that, I hope."
"Oh, certainly, if you really avant to
have him - but I must warn you that he is
likely to laid up for some time—acute
pleurisy—and.we shall do well if we ward
off complicationa."
" Poor fellbw !' I thought he Was in for it
•
last night. : He is an old family friend of
ours, and .I shall be particularly glad to
help him if I can. How about a nurse?
Shall I telegraph for one ?" •
"1 can see to that, if you like," said the
doctor. , "His sister seems a most empty-
headed creature, and the sooner he is away
from' her the better." '
Mr. Britton was just wondering whether
he had better ask to see Sardoni, when he
caught sight ef Gigi strolling listlessly down
the passage.
"Hoy is your uncle, little man," he
asked. "Can I see ?".
" He's 111," said Gigi, mournfully, and,
Without further remark, he alipped iiislittle
brown hand into Mr. Britton's, and led the
way to No. 62. The door was open, and a
Babel of -Italian could be heard—fourpeople
'all talking at once.
Mr. Britton half hesitated, but the child
led hina on. The next moment a curious
scene met his gaze.• in the dismal little
attic, which by daylight looked even more
ferlorn and comfortless a stormy discussion
was being carried on. 'The impresario, who
was evidently in the worst of tempers, held
in his hand an open telegram ; Gomez, with
a sarcastic smile on his usually grave face
stood la • part of general irritant
Madame Merlin° and Sardoni
be having a battle -royal ; and
lay in the midst of the strife
ridently in great pain, but lis -
strained anxiety to all that
r. Britton heard an impatient,
see how bad this is for him ?"
i, and disconnected remarks.
erho's coming," which gave him
th matter which was being
at the doer, for Donati was
alisc.gbed in what was going
irn, and indeed. had to coecen-
eirities on the effort to ' rneet
hat Which he had feared had'
Comerio had telegraphed to
ces, and all through the weary
d be.en trying to solve the
lem whether, should this
his duty to explana all to
• Superficial people are fond
t the right is always clear.
ndit so. It was ouly after
1 strugele and suffering that
rived at the cenclusiep. that,
tiered, he was not justified
erlino's suspicion. He went
, as to propose another alter -
ie, • •
atd, speaking withdifficulty,
Epglish Opera Company
illy have a Spate baritone,
see, and I: will defray the
one they can send."
to cough—the effort had
us pain, and Mr. Britton
great drops of perspiration
Ji
It only showe how little
s..h things," said Merlin°,
are secure of Comerio, and
ve him than some stranger.
eight you were above such
that, Denati."
rc,ply to the telegram
took no t' re au siding; but I fear lie is in a critical
heard Nita get :state. These southern temperaments are
him and move I always hard to deal with—it is touch and
possibl'e, em. Keep him as quiet as
and I will look in again this
eveuing."
To be Conilnnea.
The liatiser's Delusion.
'A BARITONE'S DEVOTION
OR A 'TALE OF SUNNY ITATSY:
•
And now Mr. Britton observed a marked
bat perhaps not wholly unnatural change in
Merlin°. While his brother-in-law had re-
mained unconscious he had been as kindly
and solicitous as any man could possibli be;
but the moment Carlo, came to himeslf
Merlin°, relieved from the anxiety, re-
membered -that as impresario he was left in
' an awkward predicament. ,
Carlo opened his eyes for a Moment,
caught a confused vision of the faces around
him, then closed them again for very weari
nesS, and began to wonder, in a dreamy but
troubled way, where on earth he could be.
Re heard Merlin° swearing and raving, and
Taisnini, and Bauer, and the local manager,_
anklitarioni, all at once:- • .
44 Santa Diabolo 1" cried Merlin°. " Was
'ever impresario worse treated.? Here is the
tat house we have had for months, and
what can I do but give back the Money ?
There is no going on without at Figaro !"
"o each Mini" interripted Carlo,
catching at llardoni's arm, and dragging
• himeell -" give 'Fra Diavolo to.
morrow,. and that will give me a day's rest;
and4°.quickly and say to the audience that
unwell, but that, since the opera can't
be continued without the leading part, I
'will do the 'best I can, if they'll pia up with
me." -
There was a vigor and force in his tone
Which astonished everyone. Merlin°, with
look- of -relief, hurried away to pacify the
;audience ; and 'though the others had seri-
ous doubts whether Donati could possibly
get through so trying a part, they would not
side with Gomez, who began to remonstrate
with him.
"P11 do niy best not to put you out; I
'shall be glad for Merlino's .sake, and my
own too if You and the audience will toler-
ate such bad•Figaro. • Come to my room
with me, will you, Jack ?" then, as he
caught sight of Mr.. Britton, and received a
hearty grip of the hand, "How good of
yea to come round • I had no idea you
were here. I was so ashamed to giye you
. such a miserable rendering of that song;
Mr. Britton was not sorry to leave the
greenroom and to go with Carlo and
doni into one of the little dresising-rooms.
There Were not many chairs to be had, and
Carlo, -Without ceremony, dropped into the
one drawn close to the tiny fireplace; unable
to hide any longer the severe pain Le Was
suffering, though when questioned he made'
light of it.
Britton. •
You surely ought not to sing," said Mr.
"It won't do my voice any harm if 1. can
only get breath enough," he replied. And
. the pain isn't e •
With a smile and a gesture he thanked
Figaro's words, " Oh, die vita ! cite, rita ! oh, i
them, and mede every one laugh ty quoting broken at last by Carlo's voice. ' f stood on his bro
i Britton., and there was Silence in the room I could see that
che mesticre .' " How much more, Jack ?.' he asked, " el,satiite .'
" Was there ever such a fellow ?" said I fain you know of su
Bauer. "1 verily believe he would ma", more scenes for you."
"tT131a.e second act," said Sardoni ; "three.i angrily.
us laugh if he were on his deathbed." ,
I had far better ha
" If the ai7dience do but realize his 1 He clesed his eyes again, and they totical , I shculd have th,
courage he will be well received," said Mr. that as the evening advanced he became less petty jealously as
: and less willin , to speak an unneceseary"Then aa:1 e
1 asked Gonsez.
Britton who was standing at the wines
beside the old German singer. " There is , word. . e .
nothing that please.s the British 'Ile opera, which La,1 seemed to all the 1 ',' I suppose I n
pluck-. - , 'public like, singers interminatle, did at length erel, and grernhling way.
In truth, to face again the audience I with it the last a: mains of Carle•s stret ..:' :-.' A' P "
which had so lately refused to hear hid]. was More dead than a!i% e, he was c rreel to:dr. ,' and v..i.r.h •e -z••
no very pleaaarit t3sk to Car/o, but then he Drittcei's breegi.sm, vsLie had Lotr. . rno roo?.., ev! :en'.
'had 'a habit of grasping the n•ettlea of life,, ordered roend t•, the stage S'..00r, and leavine ase. wi;:f12.1 ;7•• srv
which stood him- the kindly 1:ne..i:!!•!'i...0 to see him saf(;y s Gernt7. having g
sensitive than i mast '01,:n, he had
ifa' gool st€•ad• - -Mwe home, Sse'ler.: laureal elf in st.sr..h :f a tl-,e. impra,arie, a:
doaer.
seil Merlin°, in his
‘• It is a ,.onfehnded ne'• ,..at: o-.': of -fro •i ot-,, he 3- a0;
. ., .... 4..1 r.,;4.',. ; hi.. r,
I 'lees caa,a'ele of '.•iir 'ri..:,4 reei. ea:Ise ere! the
sre 1 itrieraations he left ,i,,.,•(,r, r•rr ,..!.4 i.i,:i re ney•
1:.- reear :mg Carlo's illty..s ,1• ,• i,;( 1 ', • re grace. •i•lre are! .:,Ir. PI '.••.-1
9,08.1 his o:):,,,..i., felaeved
and -A 1)-rh,,na1 ih•ri',... , vvar'.e•I arr. ,,,!1491.7. fo, I -..s ,. r,r i P. ' .
' There :. c., : '.,..*,•:,. 1.,-.. • :., ..-.,..
, 1 :`•!r. Prh-..,n ,re',r, r.••tr- 1 r,n }-,e, erena,- ee l 2. -. 1-;,...,-,,,e
y..: ...ha bei, en l ...ess:e. '...: s tei ee, lee.w„dasa aeen a• - a
" Don't distress yourself -1
danger," she replied; crushing
an expressive motion of her s
head. There had been a time
told him a very different story
the set•down patiently and ca
ray of hope.
" That is, indeed, true? '1
tlaanked ! I ran go content."
She laughed—the most he
laugh conceivable.
" Perhaps we do not mean p
same thing by the word dange
no danger that my husband
tne, because one who loves me b
here as my protector."
"Nita !" he groaned.
"Now listen to common, s
-said, With 'angry gesticulation.
and I are pot happy together ; C
his wife are not happy together.
four people to live in misery b
conventional law 10,"
" Because they have vowed to
each other through everything—b
only Lope of their leading pure,
is destroyed when they shirk t
and give up trying to love each
cease it isnot a conventional law,
command."
Shelatighed again.
"Bravo !" she exelairned. s"
fessor himself could not have re
more correct little homily. As fa
marriage laws are coneerned, c
are quite curiously orthodox. As
of feet, thoughe I always find th
homilies are propounded by the un
Strange, isn't it ?"
" You'll break my heart if you t
that !" he exclaitned.
" Nonsense ! Hearts don't Is
easily, I assure you. You will go
Francesca Britton and be happy;
and I, too, shall he happy; while
Merlin°, he will merely lose a N
soprano and baritone whops he ne
served."
, She had rattled on paying no at
whatever to his suffering. He was
rnuelet xhausted that it was physica
possible for him to speak more th
words.
"Our mother !" he faltered.
"Is in paradise, and will be ready t
for me when I am in purgatory !"
His next Words were hardly audible
"II 'Cristo !" he gasped.
"My confessor does not allow me t
of religion with heretics;" she replied
amphantly.
He turned away and lay so abso
casi
still that Nita became frightened; hesve
it was an excellent opportuaity to es
and she availed herself of it, glancing i
a moment at the next room where Sa
and Mr. Britton had waited.
" Hellas done with me now," she
cheerfully, though all the time her co
ence was pricking her.
Mr. Britton had seldom seen so prett
woman for whom it was so difficult to
uptany Bort of regard. Without kno
why, he heartily disliked Nita.
She does not seem particularly anx
about her brother," he remarked. •
Sardoni gnashed his teeth,
" He has given up everything to help
and she—little vixen --won't do the sligh
thing to please him. Let.us conic back
him." •
They were interrupted by a suppres
sobbing from the ether side of the bed; a
found that Gigi was sitting in a disconsol
little heap on the fleet', crying as though
heart would break.
" Put him up here, Ja.ck, by me," sa
know of no
ly, and with
mall, shapely
when she had
, but ,he bore
ught at the
.•
•
-Ary con-
ed me -a
✓ as the
aro, you
a matter
ese little
married.
alk 'like
reak so
back to
Coraerio
as for
eduable
ver de-
tention
neve so
lly irra
an two
o pray
o talk
, tri -
e
utely
ever,
cape,
n for
rdoni
said,
nsci-
-s.
y a
;get
wing
iouS
her,
test
to
sed
n' I
ate
his
id
'hen God be
artless little
recisely the
re' There is
will ill-teeat
etter will be
ense," she
"0.Merlino
omerio aad
Why are
ecause of a
be true to
eeause the
noble lives
heir. duty,
other—be-
but God's
•
Carlo. " N.Vhat is it, Gigi ? are you hurt
.".0h; don't go a'way from me !" sobbe
the child. "Don't leave pie se all alcate.
" Look, etio 'aro, I love you dearer, en
vvould• like y'ini to. have this time in th
country," said Carlo, (Iran ing the child clos
to him ; " but in some ways it iS better not
Say, 'do you, too, love me a little' bit
" Yes, yes," bobbed Giei, clinging-. to him
" Then will you stay here to please me
and help the mother, and nui errands fo
them all when yon can, and write me lois
another word.
letters—" Ile hroke off, unable to sas
" Carino ."' said tile C!!:114, with a depth
of love and tenderness ih his tete. Then,
as Sardoni tchl him '1)97l. Carlo was, "1
Willhe good—good," and, choking baek his
tears, he slid down from the hed and sat
like a sorrowful little stante op tee edge. of
his portmanteau.
Mr. Britton, anxious that no more time
should be lost, hurried to his office to tele-
phone to Merlehank for the latalau, ane in
aO hour's time he was back again to help in
all the arrangements.
The doctor and kind-hearted Mr. Britton
had no idea of what was passing in the
sick man's mind as they drove along the
road between Ashborough and Merlebank,
and when once he opened his eyes for a
minute, and they could not help seeine the
leek of grievous distress in them, they
only thought of the bodily suffering, and
said to him, reassuringly, " It will suon
he
over." Ile could ha.ve srniael at the incon-
gruity of the werds hal he not bEen down
neans come.
in the It!ack depths where smiles c:an by no
Germany depends largely for ite future
on the earache of its Emperor. He is a than
of parts, with a mind of -his . own, but un-
fortunately he has an exasperating malady
which ovezastimulates his nerves and renders
a calm view of the situation impossible.
Born with an inherited delusion that he ia
not responeible to his subjects ; that they
are his vassals, to be used according to hie
judgment or caprice, he is not in touch With
the democratic drift of the dates and,ie
rather sensitively conscious tat the peep
do not appreciate either his greatness or t
unrestricted prerogatives which he honest y
believes are the property of the throne. He
chafes at his environment, because he has
not yet been convinced that the, Middle
Ages, when kings were everybody and peo-
ples were nobody, have taken .their depar-
ture. He is a very interesting personage,
but oneiwho excites considerable eolicitude.
—Yea, York Herald.
Across the Continen(.
Wm. Renwick, M.D., M.R.C.S.E., Vic-
toria, B.C., writes : I have used Miller'
Emulsion, of Cotl Liver Oil in cases of indi-
gent patients with the most gratifying
Jesuits. It does not upset the stomach, is
easily assimilated and possesses undoubted
power in rebuilding weakeued constitutions
where the ordittary form of adtninisterieek
Cod Liver Oil is not admissa.ble. For the
future, whenever I have occasion to pres-
cribe any preparation of Cod Liver Oils 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.
Den. firerrison's War • Record for Three
Wears.
Behring Sea War
1889
Behring Sea War
Behring Se % War 1890 (1)
Behring Sea War 1890 (2)
Sioux War 1891
Mafia vv ar 1891
EtatalVar 1891
Chili (1.7. S._ "Baltualorea War --189r
1891
Garza......................... . ...... 1892
Behring Sea war
1892
--Montreal Star.
McCollom's Rheumatic Repellant- ,
The fame of this great Canadian Remedy
has spread from ocean to ocean, and , the
curee accomplished, after all else failed, sur-
passed belief. It is neatly put up in Dollar
bottles and sold by Druggists generally.
•
• Army and Pensions Expenditure.
The following figures aae interrsting and
should moderate the eXuberatice •of the
Americans. They include in each case the
gross ,expenditure on the army ancipensions
Men. Cbst. Per Head.
Russia .......... 790.000 £38.000,000 40
France.. ... • ... 550,000 :!4,000,000 64
German500,001 22,000,000 44
England ...... . -----------200,090 20.000,000 100
United States... 30,000 6,000,600 200
Do. Pensions.. 500,000 29,000,000 .58
The American army of .30,000 men coats, as
seen above, £200 per head ; but there is an
army of pensioner a of about helf-a•million
in actual receipt of pensions, the depart-
ment evidently costing £58 per head. The
cost of European pensions is included in the
above figures. —Tit Bits.
Ills Just Deserts.
Detroit Free Press- : " r notice by • the
Haraford 61ourant," remarked the exchange
edifer to the city • editor, "that Alike
Nolan, the author of 'Annie Roo,ney,' has
been sent to jail in that town for theft."
" Is that so ?" exclaimed the city editor
in surprise. "1 thought he had been
lynched long ago."
rit,9 stopped free -by Dr. Rline's
Create Nerve Restorer. No Fits after first
day's use. Marvellous cures. Treatise and 2.00
trial bottle free to Fit cases. Send to Dr. iCline,
9.11 Arch at., Philadelphia, Pa.
The II hole Truth.
A rattle of poker chips sounded itt the col -
office.
lector's ears as -he opened the door of the
"Is Mr. •Brinkins in ? " he inquired. .
s out about $7 dollars."
" No, sir," replied the office boy. " He
• `Leap Tear Privilege.
Amy—your presumption, sir, is amazing. •
George—Then you reject my love ?
Amy—No, dear boy; but you might have
had the decency to. let rue propose. What
wal aft: think ?
^ A Mark of cOntlilenee.
Firet C'itizen—Do you know anything
about Bullwinkle, the buecher, Brown ;if
he is e reliable, man or not ?
Second Citizene-Well, say that much
for Bullsvinkle : I've boug,ht sausages from
him for over rve years.— Terms Siftings.
business. .
.—Spare the advertisement and spoil the
the knees.
—With Many religion neer ,gdts above
Tell me 1:9t in mournful numbers
veri l-ing floesir't pay.
For the rlia.ri non compo•-: men t is
Who would such absurd things Nis..
Life 1- real. life is earne!.t.,
A red the 111;In who hope, to rise
To vrinee-.4 in any calli .
expect to advertise.
In the world'. brow1 field of battle,
In the nr-1-1 of real Lilo,
..kriveri..ing 1. the sfieret
achicvertiont r he strife.
of rift men all remind lis .
x! (lin make our live,. sublime,
.M1 nri by liberal a (I verti•ing,
To the high,q •urranit climb.
Maggie Donagher, who lived several
months on dog. tiesh at Shelbyville, Ind., in
the hope that it would cure her of pulmon•
ry centoneption, is dead. Per a time the.
. ( a.,,-se(anr...1.1 to Ipsnelit: her. She ate seven
, dogs.
WitInue °hi; a•.•,. 0)f cernfort he teaee. ,
threeeh 'he' vs es • ' •• eh-. Georee Lenenon, ef Aferven, while
leaelthL': a self a ees• days b 4-), WWI })U tt (Iti ill
. he kt,,iorrien by ;he are es!, and died a
eeeele.! of d b:. 8
eeehei ehreit le p'ses of a:r .
a day.
pe- i,,,:r..,'e, or 1,p \v:..rfl of 7 hoesheaels in
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JesaateaSeer 'a 44-41.4147x7.'rer 7;(,'A Lti 'Ay
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