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{Copyright, 189 s, by D. Appleton & Co.. All rights reserved.] G CHAPTER XX. “ABROWNPAUL—ALITTLE COPPER.” Such as they were, the troubles of the ancient and his erony Luigi could not have ended soon, for, although at first they were surrounded by a jeering crowd, fresh things caught the minds of the people after a little time, and they were left to themselves. As the following day was a holiday in Todi, the innkeeper probably let them lie bound until he had more leisure on his hands, which were in truth full enough, as the albergo hummed with custom. I never heard or saw anything more of either of the villains again. We had time yet at our disposal; but, after an early supper, the horses being rested, we started, and, going slowly, with a halt on the right bank of the Paglia, we erossed the Tiber near San Fortunato, and Perugia lay before us, bright in the sunshine. In order to throw any pursuit off the scent, for if .by chance inquiries were made about us, they would be at the southern gates, we made a turn east, then struck rorth, and, getting over the numberless trenches lying between us and:our -point, eventually entered the city by the Porta del Carmine. Here Jacopo, under my secret instructions, let.the guard handle his wineskin, buzzing out as if in the confidence of the cup that we had come from Fabriano in the Marches and then gave them the day. We rodé on, leaving the ward at the gate to finish the skin, and found very comfortable house-room in the Rubicon, an hotel kept by Messer Passaro, which lay behind the house of the Piccinino family, “close to the Duomo, the citadel, and the gallows,” as- the landlord, who thought. himself a merry wag, informed me whilst he received us at-his door. I took the best room available for myself, and saw to the wants of my followers and the horses, who were as well as when they started. I left them in comfort, bidding Bande Nere make ready to accompany me out at noontide. Dinner I ordered at 12, inviting the landlord to crack a flask of his best thereafter with me. He accepted with effusion; my: object in doing this being to try and get as much irformation out of him as possible, as I saw he had a loose tongue and a gossiping heart, and I was resolved to leave no stone unturned in my search for Angiola. It wanted two hours or more for dinner, and, having bathed and changed my attire, 1 sank me down in an armchair to enjoy an hour or so of repose. After dinner mine host appeared, bearing with him a cobwebbed flask. “It is a wine of France, excellency—Dßurgundy—and all my customers do not taste this, T ean tell you.”

<L favored, andeed, Messer Passaro; take a seat, and help yourself.”” - “*The condescension of your excelleney!” and with a bow hd¢ settled himself comfortably on the extfeme edge of a chair. We poured out our measures, and, on testing the wine, I found it most exeellent; as for Pessaro, he pushed himself back into his seat and let the liguid down his throat in drops, his eves closed in an ecstasy. When he opened them, which he did after a time, he gasped out: = “ls not that glorious, signore? IHave you ever lipped the brand?” “I confess it is wine for the gods,” I said. “Is there much in your cellar?” ~ “Store of it, excellency; I was not butler to his eminence of-Strigonia for ten years for nothing.” = “His eminence is a fine judge of wines.”

“Cospittol And your excellency’s forgiveness for swearing.- Ile is the finest judge in the world. There is no brand he could not name, nay, tell’ you the year of vintage, were he blindfold and a drop but touched his palate. Corpo di Bacco! But he is a true prince of the church.” “Ah! you are a sly dog, Messer Passaro,” and I filled him his glass; “I warrant me you can tell many a tale of the cardinal. But come, now, has not the Baglioni as fine a taste in wines, and a better one for a neat ankle?” : = € il

““Hush!” he said, looking around him as he put down his empty glass, “in your ear, excellency—the Ceunt Carlo has big teeth and bites hard. Let your tongue be still when his name comes up in Perugia.” “Ihzmks, friend, but Count Carlo owes me no grudge, or else I should not be here.”

“Your worship has come to ijcin him then?” :

“Axf you .see, Messer Passaro,” and 1 filled his glass again, “I am a soldier and love to serve a soldier. Besides things will be on foot soon, for what with the French at Passaignano, war cannot be delayed long” = 7

- “True, and a light has been put to the torch, too.” 5

“Hurrah! Another glass, man; we soldiers are sick of this truce. Our purses run dry in peace. But tell me.” : “You must know, signore, that all the country east of Castiglione to the Tiber, and lying between the Nestore and Casale, is a fief of the Castellani, and the count—ha! ha! Tt was glorious!”’ and he slapped his thigh—“ha! ha!” ;

Nothing irritates me so much as to hear a man laughing aimlessly, and it was in a sharp tone that, 1 said: “Go on!” “A moment, excellency,” and he held up a fat hand,“ha! ha! I heard it-all from Messer Lambro, my cousin, and groom of the chambers to Count Carlo. ~Well, all the fief I spoke of is inherited by the Lady Angiola, the daughter of old Count Adriano. The family is Ghibelline, and have taken ‘the . French side, and, seeing that Tremouille was between us and Casale, my lady must needs go down to visit her estates. The count, who is looking for a wife, buckles on his armor, mounts his mare, and with 200 lances at his' back, gailops up the left bank of the Tiber, fords the stream, swoops down on the dovecote at Rossino, and brings back a bride to Perugia; ha! ha! Itissuperb.”

“Ha! ha! Messer Passaro—diavolo! Are they marxjed yet?” _ ~ “Not yet—ah! The wine is wine for the gods, as your worship savs—not married yet, for my lady is half beside herself, they say, and the count, receiving-a sudden message fram Cesare, has had to leave Perugia for a few days.” “Cospitto! IHow he must curse the Borgie for putting off his happiness! And she i 3 handsome, eh ?”’ “For the matter of that, excellency, one does not squint a% a sour face set in a golden coif. But they do say the lady is very beautiful.” i ‘“You have not seen her then?” “Corpo di Baceo! She is under lock and key, and not for the likes of me to look upon.”’ : “In the citadel, I suppcee-—a gloomy cage for a fair bird.” “Maybe, but I have let my tongue wag too freely, signore, and must be going.” “Safe enough with me, Messer Passaro, for I am on the right side—adieu!” - 1 made no further attempt to detain him, and he waddled off with the best part of the now empty flask under his belt. I was sure he knew but little more, and what I had got out of him did not amount to much. At -any rate I had discovered that Baglioni was out of Perugia, and that she was still here. This was better than nothing; ‘but worse than nothing if I could not discover the place of her imprisonment. Ithrew myself back in my chair, and racked my brains to no purpose. There was nothing definite for me to get hold of, no clew of any kind. 1 thought of getting the landlerd to invite

the count’s valet to drink a bottle or soo.of his Burgundy with me, but the mere whisper of such a thing would excite suspicion of a further object, and the slightest suspicion would ruin the business; Bande Nere appearing at this time, in accordance with my orders. I resolved to hang about the Palazzo Publico, and see if I could pick up any information there. On second thoughts I resolved to go alone, and, dismissing Bande Nere, sallied forth by myself. I went by way of the Piazza wdel Ducmo, and here I stopped in an idle manner, and was for a moment struck by the entrance to the palace, which lies herec. Over the gate was a splendid bronze of a lion and a griffin, set above a series of chains ‘and bars of gates, trophies of an old victory gained over the Sienese. A crowd of beggars surrounded me, but I was in no mood for charity, and drove them off with a rough oath. One of the number, however, remained. Te was lame in both feet, suprorted himself on crutches, and wore a huge patch over one of his eyes. “That is right, excellency—drive them oft —the scum, the goats—pestering every noble gentleman. It is only to the deserving your excellency will give—a paul, excellency—a brown copper for the poor-cripple—a million thanks, excellency—may this copper be increased to you a thousandfold in gold.” “Begone, fool!” I said, and walked on; but he hobbled along at a great rate beside me.

*“‘But a favor, excellency. If your worship would but come with me, I would show you a wonderful sight. A bird-cage, excellency; would your lordship be pleased to buy a bird—"

I turned round n my anger, and raised my hand to cuff the rascal’s ears, cripple though he was, when he suddenly added: “Or free a bird, excellency—there is some cone coming—a paul, quick—thanks, exccilency—may your lordship die a prince.” As he spoke a’couple of gentlemen and their servants pushed by us, and I gave them the road, the beggar hopping nimbly to my side. My heart was beating rapidly, and all my blood tingling. Was I on] the edge of a discovery? : : “No more riddles,” I said; ‘“who are yau?l’ ; 5

"~ “It is not safe to talk here, signore,” he answered. “Follow me.” He started off across the square, hobbling along on his crutches and wailing out: “A copper for the poor cripple—a brown paul—a little copper?”’ By Ged!” I exclaimed to myself as I followed behind, “what does this mean?”’ I had to find out for myself, however, and followed the man, who stumped along at a great pace, notwithstanding the ups and downs of the side streets by which we went. He never once looked behind him, but kept up his ery of ““a copper for the poor cripple -—a brown paul—a little copper,” and once or twice, when I lost him in the ecrowd, the cry served as a signal to me, telling me where he went. linally he turned to the left, and on reaching the Via della Conca, made straight for the gate. Here a toll was collected, and, paying his paul, he went straight out of the town. I kept him in view -now casily, and could have caught him up as I liked, for the speed at which he had hobbled along had no doubt breathed him. At last he left the road, and, toiling somewhat paimnfully over the very uneven ground, vanished behind a spur of the hills on which Perugia is situated. I now put on my best walking pace, and in a minute or two turned the elbow of the spur myself, and found

W S PV C P b 7S e ' 7 xR ) : u g o .‘r’ @Zyj 1% J $4 4 6 '. ¥ A 2 / . % . { > /i (R - AQ TR o N - <kh “ . ~§S ‘o ‘‘ W ould your lordship be pleased to buy a bird? the mendicant scated on & stone moppgpg his brow, his crutches lying beside him. lie stood up with the greatest ease as I approached. “Weell, fellow,” I said, ‘““what does all this mean? Beware if you have attempted to trick me.” “Does not your excellency know me?”’ “Never saw you before.” “I am Gian, excellency.” “Gian! Gian! That throws no light on the subject.” ] “The cavaliere remembers the garden of St. Michael in IFlorence ?”’

I was not likely to forget the place where I had reccived Angiola from Luigi, but I could not conneect the man before me with the circumstance. *I remem,ber perfectly, but 1 do not know you. Dzop this foolery and speak plainly.” . “I am speaking plainty, signore. I was not sure if it was you myself until now. lam Gian, the Lady Angiola’s servant, and his excellency the secretary has sent me to you.” .

“But how did you hear I was in Perugia? His excellency did not himself know I was coming here until a half-hour before I started, and I have ridden hard?” “The pigeon, your worship; it flew to Florence with a letter to the Lady Marietta. She sent another one on to the convent of St. Jerome, and the result is I am here. I was to seek out your worship, and inform you where my lady is confined.” ““Basta! It was well conceived by his excellency. But where is she—in the citadel 2 ;

“No, excellency; but in the Casino Baglioni, behind Santa Agnese.” . .

“How did you find out?” “l was brought here prisoner, excellency, and was allowed to be in attendance on her Jadyship, together with Madonna Laura, her maid. I escaped back to Florence with a letter from the Lady Angiola a day or so after. It was by her orders I went. ‘“Then she may not be there now?”’

“I have made sure of that, escellency—but Madonna Laura—" he stopped. “The maid—what of her—no doubt*with her mistress?”’

“Alas, no, excellency! She was killed by Pluto.” - “Pluto!” “Yes, your worship. A black bear that the Cavaliere Paolo; who holds the house, has as a pet.”” And he cominenced to weep. I feit for the faithful fellow’s grief, but said nothing, and after a little he composed himself. “Come, Gian,” I said, laying my hand on his shoulder, “be a man, and we will have an eye for an eye.” B He ground his teeth but made no reply, and I went on: : “How far is the house from here?” ““Close,” he said. ‘““We can reach it by the Porto San Angelo.” : “Come, then.”: _ g “There is no need for the crutches now,” he remarked, as he tucked them under his arm. “I will use them when we come to the gate. Will your excellency follow?” As he walked northward over the hills, I continued my questions: i . “Who is the (avaliere Paolo?”’ ' “A cousin of Count Carlo Baglioni, your worship. A man in middle life—~my age—and a perfect devil.” - “I doubt not, the breed is a bad one. Has he many men with him?” ‘ “About six, excellency, and then, of course, there ig the guard at the Porta San Angelo always at hand.” : ; “Now listen to me, for we may not have time to talk furth-or of this. When you have shown me the house we must separate. Go to the Albergo of the Rubicon—yon Rraow it?. . ] RooEl o “Alas! no, excellency.”

~ “It is behind the Palazzo Piccinino; you cannot miss It. Go there, and await me & few steps from the doors—you follow #” “Yes, your worship.” We had now crossed the Vici dell’ Elce, but passing the gatc of that name, went omwards, and after a stiff climb reached the Porta San Angelo. Here my companion, betaking himself once more to his crutches and keeping ahead of me, turned southwards along the road which lined the walls towards Santa Agnese. Shortly before reaching the church, we came to a small but solid-looking building, half fortress, half dwelling-house, and Gian, stopping dead in front of .it, turned round and began to whine: <

“A copper for the poor cripple—a brown copper. ‘l'he house, signore,” speaking the last words under his breath as I came up. “Do you know the room?” I asked, pretending to fumble for a coin.

“In the tower behind,’; ‘he answered rapidly, “may the saints bless your lordship,™ and he limped away.

In order to gain time to look about, I put back my purse leisurely, arid then, with the same object, proceeded to rearrange and retie the bows on my doublet. The face of the house was a little way back from the wall, which it overlooked. The massive doorway was shut, and the windows on each side of it, as well as those set above, heavily grated. I was too near the house to see the tower behind, and it looked so desertéd that it was hardly possible for six men to be on guard there. : “An odd sort of a bower to place one's lady-love in,” I said, half aloud, to myself; but then Baglioni’s wooing was a rough one. .There was obviously nothing to be got by staring at the front of the house, and 1 turned to my left, pausing between two dead wagls, until I obtained a view of.the tower behind. The windows of the topmost room were all closed and strongly barred, and it seemed deserted. I glanced lower.down, and to my joy saw that the room below was evidently occupied, and once I caught a glimpse of a figure moving within. It was a brief glimpse; but the eyes of love are sharp, and I knew it was Angiola. 1 made up my mind at once, and, stepping back quickly to the front of the house, hammered loudly at the door with the knocker. After a moment’s silence 1 heard the firin tread of a soldier. A small barrier was let down, a bearded face looked up, and a rough voice asked: -

“Who knocks?” - “Diavolo!” I exclaimed. ““You are polite. Is the Cavaliere Paolo within?”’

“He is not,” replied the man, shortly. “Expected soon?” “Cannot say.” “If you do not answer more civilly it will be bad for you. Tell him when he comes that the Cavaliere' di Savelli”—l gave my proper name— ‘has arrived from Rome on an urgent affair, and. will cali on him tomorrow; forget, and it will be worse for you.” { g 'The man seemed a little surprised, and altered his tone at once. .

‘I will give your message, signore.”

“Beware how you fail—harkee—is there a road to the Via Appia behind this house 7" “Yes, signore, straight on, after taking the passage.” I did not even thank him, but turned on my heel and walked off whistling a catch. I went down the passage between the two walls, and after some considerable stumblings up and down the vile roads reathed the Via Appia and turned southwards tomy Lostel. ! had formed the somewhat dargng plan of trying to force the house in broad daylight, choosing my time an hour or so after dinner, and if done boldly this would probably be successful, as my own force was nearly equal to that of the garrison, including Pluvo. . As I was approaching the Rubicon I heard a voice at my side. ‘ “A copper, signore—a brown paul.” . “Gian.” “Excellency.” s * “Drop the beggar and attend—can you ride?” - “Yes, excellency.” “Very well!” I ¢aid no more and went on in silence, but a little distance from the hostel I bade Gian stop, and, entering the yard, sought out Jacopo. “Has the landlord any horses for sale?”’ “Two, your excellency.” “Good ones?”’ “Fairly so, excellency—about 20 crowns apiece, with saddle included.”

“Then buy one—and here—a few steps to the right of the entrance you will find a cripple; he is one of my men; do not speak, but attend—go out quietly—get him decently clothed, and bring him back here; the horse will be for him. You can get clothes to fit anywhere, for the shops do not shut until late; get him a sword, too; there are some good and cheap weapons in Perugia.” o “It shall be done, excellency.” i “T'hen be off at once.”

I went on, and had a look at the horses. Pande Nere was with them, seated on a rough wooden bench cleaning his corselet, which already shone like silver. e rose to the salute as I came up. ' “How are the horses, Bande Nere?” “As well as possible, signore; they are all in high mettle.” )

With a parting pat to Castor I sought my chamber, reaching it a little after the supper hour. I kept up an outward composure, but my mind within me was aflame with excitement. I ordered another flask -of the Burgundy and forced myself to eat and drink a little. Then I betook myself to the armchair, and my thoughts. So impatient was I that the idea came on me to make the attempt there and then, and it was with difficulty I persuaded myself to abandon such a plan, which could have only ended in disaster. Finally, I was about to retire for want of S‘Qmething better to do, when Jacopo came In, followed by Gian.

~ The lattér was entir'ely transformed, except for the patch which he still wore over his eye, and I was able to recall him now as the old servant who had come somewhat fiercely up to me in the garden of St. Michael. He had the art which I found so difficult of completely disguising himself when he chose. Jacopo had performed his task well, and, bidding them keep their tongues closed, 1 dismissed them with a good night. [TO BE CONTINUED.] : Coppee’s Unplayed Play. It was some 25 years after the Commune had reigned in France that Francois Coppee suffered the greatest disappointment of his life. His play, called “The Pater,” was submitted to the readers for the Comedie Francaise, and accepted; it had successfully passed through the various ordeals through whieh a play must go before it finally appears at' the famous theater, and the preparation for its production had been completed, even to the final rehearsals of the artists, when the government interfered and interdicted it. The French were still so sensitive on the subject of the Commune that the authorities refused to allow the production of a play dealing with an incident of that time. The managersof the theater were enraged, the artists in despair, and everyone was in a panic over the affair except Coppee, who udmitted that he was thunderstruck, and that the failure to have his play produced at the Comedie Francaise dashed one of the ambitions of his life. He assumed a disdainful air however, was sarcastic at the expense of a government that was afraid of a one-act drama, and announced that if the minister, by whose order the play was forbidden, expected that the author would plead for a re version of the verdict, he had made the greatest mistake of hig life.~-Detroit Free Press. : :

HANNA B(G3S UP AGAIN.

‘The Republican Boss Returns to l.ook After the Presidentiail ; Job.

It is natural that Mark Hanna should be swift to reply to the statements of John R. McLean relative to the recent heavy shrinkage of stock . values in Wall street, as, indeed, he is to answer any and all assertions of evil results chargeable to trust monopoly of American trade and manufacture.

It is Mark Hanna’s first duty to defend the trusts and to see that they maintain the domination made possible by their control of the republican party. It was for this purpose that he went into public life, taking the leadership of the republican party in order to look after the interests of the trusts. Hanna had no honest ambition for legitimate distinction in American politics. He is the inevitable product of a political party surrendered to commercialism. The part he plays on the national stage is solely that of the syndicates’ man of business. ' :

When Mark Hanna took up Mr. MecKinley and elected him to the presidency of the United States he was not intent upon rendering the best service to his party and people. He was serving the trusts, knowing that Mr. McKinley would be subservient to = the trusts. When he assumed the management of the republican national organization it was not done for the public good or primarily through party devotion. It was because this leadership placed the party reins in the hands of the trusts. And when Mark Hanna bought his way into the United States senate he did so, not that he was ambitieus for senatorial honors or zealous in his ‘constituents’ behalf, but that he knew he could be useful to the trusts on the floor of the senate.

Mark Hanna is not a pleasant figure to ¢ontemplate in American public life. He stands for all the evil developments in that life brought about by the lower-

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ing of political standards eonstituting so deplorable a. phase of recent years. He is the antithesis of the American statesman of this country’s better and purer days. The principle controlling his public service is that of selfish devotion to the almighty dollar. His real constituency is composeéd of multimillionaires and monopolists desirous of increasing the number of their millions and strengthening the grasp of their monopolies. The common people represent to Mark Hanna only the material out of which to squeeze these things desired by the syndicates. This man, however, is serving a good purpose in American polities. He is sickening the people of statesmanship for the benefit of the rich at the ‘expense of the poor. He is causing American gorges to rise at the developments possible to prostituted politeis. He is proving the danger and degradation inevitable to a party which subordinates principle to pelf. When Mark Hanna retires from public life he will have builded better than he knew. He will have made it impossible for many years to witness a repetition of Hannaism as thecontrolling factor in a party to which the people had intrusted the management of national affairs for the best interests of the nation.—St. Louis Republic. ,

POINTED PARAGRAPHS.

—-Ohio republicans are glad to see Hanna back—provided he has brought the greenback.—Albany Argus.

——Mark Hanna runs the republican party in the interest of the trust monopolies,and the people pay the freighrt, —St. Louis Republic. ~ ——llt is amusing to see a man like Roosevelt laying wires for the presidency, while the g. o. p. passes by such a statesman as Thomas B. Reed. The big and the little of it are illustrated in Reed and Roosevelt.—Binghamton Leader. : ilw ——Whenever a democrat insists that something practical be done in the way of regulating the trusts there is always a republican close by to exclaim_ that the democrats are trying to make partisan politics out of the agitation.— Kansas City Times. —-Mr. Hanna will not be able to persuade the people that he and his party are the sincere enemies of trusts, The republican party begot the ‘“trust,” and since the offspring has attained its growth it hasin turn been the mainstay of the republican party. A falling out between them would be a strange af-fair.—-Chattanooga News,

——With all the work of American brains credited to the high tariff, all the stimulation of the war purchases by the government aseribed toit and all our great crops in the time of a European shortage supposed to be a necessary result of tariff legislation Mr. MeKinley is naturally hopeful of a gsecond term, despite the administration’s blunders in the Spanish and Philippins wars —SBt. Louis Post-Dispatch.

REPUBLICAN PAGANISM.

The Elements All Combine to Boost the Imperialist Administration.

Getting their inspiration from the Forakers and Roosevelts, the little organs of the republican party in all parts of the country are joining in giving all the glory to the republican party and its administration in this style: “With a wheat crop of over 500,000,000 bushels, a corn erop of over 2,000,000,000 bushels and other crops in proportion, the tide of prosperity which has set in in this country may be expected to go on rising.” . That is the style. The farmer may plant and the rain may water, but McKinley alone giveth the increase—DMecKinley as the personification and embodiment of the republican party. But we need not wonder that the little organs unite in this absurd ascription of all power and glory to party when the wise men and heroes go about the country giving all the praise for every good thing and for many things that are not good .to the party god.

A few days ago Senator Foraker not only attributed all our prosperity to republican measures, but declared that even if the chief of those measures was the mqther of trusts it was an unspeakable b%essing, and thatits abandonment even in part would bring upon the country idleness, souphouses, ruin and all sorts of woes and calamities.

And a little later Judge Nash, one of the intellectual luminaries of the party in Ohio, said to an audience that was waiting to hear Hero Roosevelt: “Much of the great gain of our country is attributable to the restoration of a tarift law so fashioned as to be beneficial to American interests alone. DBut much more. of it is ‘due to the determination of the American people to maintain inviolate and forever a sound and honest financial policy in this land.” ’ Because of this republican tariff and of a republican financial policy which

has not yet emerged into the perceptible Judge Nash declared: *“The unemployed are no longer idle. Those who worked only half time and for half pay are now reaping a full harvest.” When the little organs are told by such great lights that “the unemployed are no longer idle” because McKinley has set them to work somehow without giving them employment it is no wonder that they forget Providence and set up an elliptical josshouse at Canton with McKinley at one focus and a flag at the other and continually burn scraps of paper before these objects of their pagan idolatry.—Chicago Chronicle.

BOOMERANG JINGO.

Spread Eagle Fervor of Maudlip Heretics Who Defend Im--perialism,

Sensible people, whatever may be their private opinions as to the question at issue; are becoming both weary and indignant over the vulgar and brutal denunciation heaped by orators and organs upon everyone who expresses a doubt as to the wisdom of the administration’s Philippine policy. The spectacle is disgraceful and it will Teact upon the cause in the behalf of which it has been presented. This is a free country yet, we hope, and honest citizens still retain the right to their opinions and their conscientious utterances. The sooner the administration calls off its newspaper and other champions engaged in this abominable business, the better for its standing with the country at large.” There is no possible excuse for trumping up spreadeagle fervor or maudlin hysterics. The question is one of expediency as to which every citizen may express his views without impropriety. All this talk such as Senator Hanna has been indulging in—to the effect that Furope will “laugh at us” if we abandon our present policy—is feeble nonsense. Europe is not.likely to laugh at the United States and nobody would care even if she did. We are not running this country to please Europe, and have no interest or approbation to consult except our own. No amount of §uch gabble as we refer to can accomplish any result save that of discrediting the gabblers and disgusting decent men.—Washington Post.

——Mr. Hanna appears to think he is conveying a happy message to his countrymen when he says that England Sympathizes with us. When did she ever take the side of this country on unselfish grounds? 'She has never helped any country. She has been the scheming enemy of every republie, and woulid to-day destroy the government of the United States if she could. The ultimate purpose of all her political relations with this country is to destroy us. The safe course for the United States is to regard with suspicion all professions of English sympathy ~-Cincihnati Enquirer,

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GLAD TO BE A GIRL,

I'm glad I am a little girl, And have the afternoons for play; For if 1 was a busy bee, I s'pose I'd have to work all day.

And if T was an owl I'd be Afraid to keep awake all night; And if I was an elephant How could I learn to be polite?

And if T was a Jersey calf I might forget my name and age And if T was a little dog I couldn’t read a single page.

Dear, dear! When I begin to count, It makes my head go ail awhirl, There are, so many reasons why’ I'm gladM am a little girl. —The Infants’ Magazine.

INDIAN DETECTIVE.

Extraordinary Skill, Unerring Instinct and Wonderful Eye of a [ Sioux Sergeant Scout.

“Arkichita: A Tale of an Indian Detective,” is a true story of Indian skill in trailing, that would have delighted the heart of Fenimore Cooper. It is told in St. Nicholas by Lieut. W. C. Bennett, Sixth infantry, U. S. A. :

Arkichita, a typical Indian, was chief scout at Fort Sisseton, Dakota, in 1882. Although he knew English well he held the old Indian hatred of its use, and would never speak it except under extraordinary circumstances. He stood about five feet nine inches in height, was slender, but wiry, and was about 34 years of age. Ordinarily ke was slow and sedate in his actions—very dignified; but when the necessity arose, he could be as quick as a flash, and had, like every Indian on the northwestern plains, a pair of eyes that could equal any field-glass. ‘ .

His services—for he ‘had been employed as a scout for some years—had been very valuable to the government, and, in recognition of this fact, the officer in command had secured authority from the war department to promote him to the rank of sergeant; consequently he went around in a neat uniform with chevrons and stripes, very much impressed with his own importance, which he considered second only to that of the commanding officer; and he took care that everyone else also should respect his rank and dignity. :

As his native name is the Sioux for

“soldier,” it is easily seemw why he was so named; but he had still another name, which the Indians had given him before his entering military circles; and that, translated into English, was the “grass-walker,” or “trailer,” from his absolutely marvelous ability to find the trail of anything that left even the slightest trace on the grouhd- as it passed over it. - : A desperate soldier named. Brice broke jail one night and was pursued the following morning. The trail ied to the west for a trifle over a mile; then it turned north for a quarter of a mile, and we followed until we came to a tree at the edge of a slough to the northwest of the fort, called the “garden bar slough.” Here Arkichita pointed under the tree, and said Brice had lain down there to rest. i

The trail here led into the slough. A Dakota “slough” is a shallow lake, the water of which is from six inches to

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scarcely discernible foctprint in the mud and water right at the edge of the slough, apparently the last step the de‘serter had taken before reaching hard ground.” This footprint showed the toes, so the deserter was now barefooted., Another thing about this print was its direction: it stood at right angles to the line previously followed. Either the man had taken a sideward spring for tie land from his right foot, or he had- turned around and’ started back over his own trail. - Arkichita went down on his knees, and inspected the grass, blade by blade. I kept a respectful distance at one side, astonished at the turn the affair had taken. Now, inch by inch, on his knees, he. wrenched the seeret from the apparently unwilling surface of the earth. Eighty yards from the kiln, he looked up and glanced at ity The same idea evidently instantly oecurred to both of us.- The trail was leading to the kiln! Then he rose; and, bending over, slowly advanced to the edge of the brickvard. )

After reaching the yard, Arkichita walked slowly around the outer edge of it, examining the ground with the utmost care, until he came to the point from where he started, when he said: “Trail come in—no g 0 out; man is there.” pointing to the kiln. -And cireumstances proved him to be right, though it was 36 hours before the fugitive was located in the kiln, and captured. ‘ -

- MADE THINGS LIVELY. Billy, a Jersey Goat, Attacks a Street o Car and Ties Up Trafiie for ’ Some Time. Whoever heard of a plain, everyday billygoat holding up a street car. Yet this happened some time ago in Jersey City. . The occurrence attracted the attention of a great number of people, and for half an hour they blocked all traffic on Grove street while they watched with interest the battle between the two. The way it came about was. this: The goat belonged to a 13-vear-old boy, Donohue by name. In the morning he had hitched Billy, to a wagon and was driving him about the streets, In the exuberance of youth he laid on the whip with too great stress to speed the beast, and Billy resented it. At first Billy:had trouble in shaking off his tormentor, but after a brief, rapid ride over cellar doors and stepping stones the wagon failed to stand the strain. Its wheels gave way, and Mas-

W ommeee il J.vifiﬁ?{ﬂzi‘f‘-\" = "*"’? i =g Y 1l AT T | a : o (T umem T p )f‘ [ﬁ\;( <.. ;;/E% LAy | Yh | ! TRyl 23 i = 5&\7 S \ED NSNS %2 . e 2l > | \ X\%’\\\;& GOAT ATTACKS TROLLEY CAR. ter Donohue was unceremoniously precipitated into the street, while Billy kept triumphantly on his way. ' Motorman Burns, on trolley car. No. 35, saw Billy in his path and rang the bell, but as the car approached Billy stood still and lowered his head ready for the attack. The car stopped and the goat became the aggressor. His attack was.only divented by the interposition of a switch iron. For a considerable time these operations were continued, the two fencing splendidly, much to the amusement of the crowd, till, tiring of maneuvering, the motorman retreated to his car and slowly started it toward the goat. Billy retreated as slowly, and for a block or two tHis procession was kept up until an attack by the goat’s owner distracted the goat’s attention. Finding himself set upon on two sides, he gave up the fight and allowed himself to be led off home.

A SAVAGE BATTLE.

Sea and Land Lions Have a Ferocious Encounter on the Cglifor- . nia Cosast,

A contest of a novel nature, in which a giant sea lion and two large California lions fought, occurred the other day on Hog island, at the entrance of Tomaies bay, opposite Tomales, Cal. The fight was witnessed by two men, who assert that they never again expect to see a contest rivaling it in courage and brute force. ) ) o .

Lewis Johnson is the only person living on Hog island, where he conducts a chicken farm. Samuel Short, of Tomales, went to the island to buy some chickens. On a reef extending off from the island is a sea lion rookery. While the two men were bargaining over the chickens an nunusual bellowing and commotion among the sea lions attracted their attention. All the sea lions dived into the water except one immense bull, who stood his ground. Suddenly two California lions, which had swum from the main land, climbed upon the reef and attacked the sea lion. With a roar the bull met the charge, and in a trice the water was churned into a foam, which soon -turned crimson from the blood of the animals. The contest lasted nearly 20 minutes, and neared the end when one of the California lions tore a flipper from the sea lion. The big bull caught hold of ane of his opponents and dragged him into deep wateriwith the intention of drowning him, but grew weak from loss of blood and let loose his hold. Lewis then ran for a gun and returned just as the two panthers resumed the charge. One of them was shot, but the other escaped to the mainland. The sea lion swam slowly out toward the ocean, and ‘probably -died fronf loss of blood. Lewis now has the'panther skin and the sea lion flipper as souvenirs of the fight. The panther was badly cut about the head by the teeth of his adversary. ~ Looks Suspiciems. ' “When does the wedding take place?” inquired the old stationer, jestingly. - “Why, you don’t. think—” She blushed and hesitated. S - “Ah, miss, when young ladies buy a" hundred sheets of paper and only 25 envelopes, I know there is always some-