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And *he cafbon and cellulose.

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ANDREAXO.

Ha It! Close up, there!'' The order rang out sharply, echoing from rock to rock, and seeming to die t.way in hollow murmurs up the pre-i-ipitous and bleak sides of the hills. I The little band of Italian soldiery closed up rapidly as their grizzled old captain ppoke and faced him silently with their carbines grounded and the look of dull and apathetic discipline on their-faces that is characteristic of their class. "My men," said the weather beaten and gray headed leader, regarding them sharply from under hisshaggy eyebrows, "the wolf is driven to his last lair. All, or nearly all, of his people have been killed off during the weeks that we have been following them over these dreary liill.0-. He—the bandit, the robber, the Andreano of the hills—cannot last out longer now. His hour is come, if we are but watchful. Up and up he has been driven, often nearly falling into our hands', yet as often escaping.

Now, behind him rises the sheer straight line of the hills, on either side are two good companies of our men we stand in the front. The great Andreano, terror I of our hills"—the captain laughed softI ly in his throat—"is already as one dead. You k::oY,' your orders he is to I be shot down like a dog by the first man who sights him. You understand?"

A low, deep murmur went up from the men, and then a single voico spoke the speaker, who stood in the front rank, giving the salute rapidly. I "But, my captain, what of the child?"

The old man tarried on him fiercely. "The child! What child?"

The soldier—a little lithe, swarthy man, with gleaming-white teeth shin-. ing under his brown mustache again. "The child, my captain, he brought from Massafino, below- there in the valley. The child'of the woman who had loved'him."

The captain, interested in spite of himself, knitted his brows and bade the soldier proceed. "What, of this child? You may speak.''

Thus encouraged, the little man with the gleaming teeth saluted once more, and with many a gesture of fingers, shoulders and eyebrows rapidly told his I story. I 'Twas but a year ago, my captain.

The woman—I know not her name— I had loved him in the days when he was a lad tilling the fields down there. She was alone. Her friends were dead or had left her. There was no one but the priest who could help her. and the priest was too poor. What would you?" with an appealing glance at his fellows and a rapid shrug of his shoulders. "She had been married—this woman who had loved the Andreano—and had a child, a girl child, but her man lay in the sandy graveyard over.against the village church yonder, dead, a year before, of the fever.

So she sent to Andreano." He paused for a moment, spat quickly upon the ground and went on again. "She fent a message to him up here in tho hills, my captain, and he came to her. He came down in tho night and saw her came, armed to the teeth, and daring all or any to touch him. And in the morning, when the sun was coming up over the hills, lie had gone, and tho child with him, and the woman who had loved him lay dead, with a smile on her face. That is all, rhy captain. I

Tho man saluted again and drew back. "And the child—Wis ere is it now?" asked the captain slowly. "The child is with him, my captain. "What matters it?" muttered the captain. "Kill the child too. Kill off the whole brood. Come, we waste time. Forward!'

Yet for all that, as tho captain marched at the head of his men with knitted brows, lie was very silent and very thoughtful and might almost have been thought to have been in doubt. Once or twice he shook his head slowly and muttered something beneath his breath. He, too, had heard the strange story at an earlier time—had heard how this terrible and sin stained man, with a price upon his head, had gone down into the valley—into the midst of men ready and willing to sell him—carrying his life in his hand, to see a peasant woman who had sent for him he had heard, too, how the robber had carried the child into the hills and had carefully tended it there ever since.

It was late in the afternoon when the little company drew near the end of its, quest, and, with leveled carbines, crept silently on amid the rocks that lay strewn about the place. Suddenly one man—the little soldier with the gleaming teeth, who had spoken before—cried out sharply: "See, my captain, he comes—with the child 1"

It was true even as they looked they saw ftn activo, picturesque figure springing from rock to rock toward them, bearing on its shoulders a laughing, crowing, dark haired child. One hand of the man held the baby, the other grasped a carbine, and the late afternoon. un gleamed on the weapons in his belt. They saw, too, that the baby had, fasr tened lightly to one chubby fist, a flut

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tering white cloth. Seeing them, the gp man stoxl quite still watching them, only the white cloth fluttering in the wind. "A flag of truce!" grunted the cap,v tain, sharply calling a hair—he was too true a soldier not to regard such a sign, "What does he want, I wonder? Lower your axms there, men, there is plenty of time," he added grimly.

The robber came on again rapidly and finally halted a little distance above them, with the baby still perched upon his shoulder. Then he, too, lowered his carbine and stood there, with head upraised, looking at them defiantly, "You have me!" he cried at last, his voice ringing out clearly through the still air. Yc*i haA'o tracked me up here —you, a hundred against one man. Yet, even now,

you

should not have taken

me calmly thus, even though I stand alone—you should not have taken me thus, but for the little one.

He glanced up for a moment at the baby on his shoulder and drew one lit— tie hand down to his lips, and then faced the soldiery again, speaking directly for the first time to the old officer: "You area brave man, captain," he added almost appcalingly, "and such men do not make war on infants. What do you do with the little one, my captain?"

The captain shrugged his shoulders. "The child said sternly,

With a bound the bandit had sprung back from them, and in an instant the child was off his shoulder and behind him, and he knelt there with his carbine leveled, fiercely facing them. "Beasts!" he cried. "I come to you under the -white flag, well knowing that I must die, and asking nothing for myself. I crave only.that you should spare the innocent little one. Know this, then, since you will not—I will kill the child rather than she shall fall beneath your murderous blows, and. will die such a death as few men have died, with a dozen coward souls to bear mine own to hell. Now, what say yon?"

He knelt there quite.calmly, with his carbine leveled and with the child thrust behind him. But the old captain had stepped forward and raised his hand. "Stop, Andreano!" ho cried. "You are right. We make not war on babes. This hunting down of ono man is but little to my liking, and I will not foul it more. The child is safe."

The man rose and la-id down his carbine and took up the child again. "And the littlo ono shall go with you down into tho valley in safety?" lie asked slowly. "I have given my word. No harm shall come to tho little one. Give it to me.''

The robber kissed the baby's soft faco passionately—once, twice, thrice—and then moved quickly toward the captain, down tho rocks, and passed the child into his arms. "I thank you, my captain," he said gravely. "And now you are to shoot

me?" "Such tiro our orders, Andreano. The other shrugged his shoulders. "So be it," ho raid softly, "only cover the face of the little one that she may not see."

The captain passed the child into the hands of the little so klier of the swarthy face, and thoy took it quickly out of his sight. Then came an order rapidly given and another a volley rang out startling the echoes on thof.-o lonely hills for a moment there was a half sobbing cry and Andreano\s course was run.

So it came about that when the soldiers marched down into the valley again one of them bore upon a light pole the head of tho notorious bandit, for all the wide eyed peasantry to gape at, and, strangest sight of all, upon the front of the captain's saddle, with the captain's arm about her, sat a laughing, crowing, dark haired baby.—Firefly.

Bacteriolos^y of the Sea.

Dr. B. Fischer, bacteriologist of the 1894 Plankton expedition, in his report on the "Microbes of ho Sea," says that microbes capable of germination are evcry where to be found in sea water except at great depths. They are more numerous in the Canary, Florida and Labrador currents than they are in either tho Guinea or equator: al currents. They were not detected with certainty in the ooze of the ocean's bed. but were abundant at all depths shallower than 1,800,' and some wcr« found at a depth of 3,500 feet. Like the bacterif: of the different diseases, those of the ocean are found in all shapes and forms, tho spiral predominating. Nearly all were found provided with hooks or flickers, and one large family are reported as being phosphorescent.

A Poor Likened.

Here is a good story illustrative of the prosaic nature on which art makes no I impression:

In Westminster abbey there is "a large mhrble tablet'ill memory of a famous bishop. It is a basrelief, representing the bishop—a portrait—in tho agony of death, sinking info the arms of an allegorical female figure, presumably intended for the angel of death.

It is said that an aged couple from the country were being shown round the abbey, and pausing long before the tablet the old lady remarked to her husband: "That's a good likness of the bishop, but," regarding tho angelic personage attentively, "it's a very poor one of Mrs.

I kjicw her well, and she didn't

look like that."—Boston Traveller.

The Fat's In tho Fire.

The fat's in tho fire," indicating that mi enterprise lias suffered disaster, is found in very old English times. The metaphor is, of course, drawn from the sight, familiar enough at hog killing time, of lard brug melted from the fat portions of the carcass, the upsetting of the vessel causing the loss of the melted fat. By figure of speech, fat is supposed to indicate gogd luck or wealth, and the "fat's in tho firo" was synorffmous with the failure of a promising enterprise.

In the Rocky Mountains

Twenty years ago such scenes as this were rare, but they did occasionally occur

is nothing, Andreano," he 'n bonanza region described by "She may die with you." Mary Hallock Foote in Our New Serial

THE

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ROYAL FLUSH.

Queen Victoria is growing economical. Her trip to the continent cost 850,000 this year as against $(59,000 last year.

Prince Edward of York has made his first public appcarance in London. He was driven through St. James* park in an open carriage, propped up by his two nurses, and was cheered as he went by.

The ameer of Bokhara, who has recently gone to a mineral water cure in the Caucasus for an affection of the feet, was obliged to obtain the permission of the czar of Russia before leaving his own dominions.

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