Nappanee Advance-News, Volume 21, Number 19, Nappanee, Elkhart County, 19 July 1899 — Page 7

the NAPPANEE NEWS. or (* n hurray , * s INDIANA y ll*±***** fi4+fiifiA*iW44*4tof | Antonio and Gabrielle E j^FFrPrMHiriTTtUllll ■ CHAPTER L PALERMO was not yet awake. Her eyes were rti.ll heavy with the , r ht’B slumbers, though here and there a shutter was flung open as the donkey-cii-t rattled past. In the streets the gray mist of the sea stiu lingered,'but the sun was struglin<r through and the golden glow on fbe red-roofed houses gave promise of a Glorious day. The girl in the cart ( Ü bbed her eyes as she raised her head from the blanket and smiled: ■•We will have a good day, Petro,” she S3 petro nodded, and hit the donkey with the whip. Itlnattered little to him whether or not the sun shone, even if it were the day of Palermo’s street fair. Wine tasted as well in the tavern as tinder the trees, and he knew the doling,. could find the road back to Oastlemonte though the clouds poured rain all day. But the girl bubbled over with happiness. She sniffed the damp air and be£aa to sing. Petro scowled. Finally, as they came upon a square and he drew tip to let the donkey stick his nose in the fountain, he said: “I will go to the tavern, Gabrielle. You can walk to the plaza. - With that the girl jumped, to the ground and took the basket he handed to her. Across the square she walked, then down a narrow street and, again turning, the boulevard, already decorated with fags and streamers, lay before her. A few early arrivals like herself were there. Nearly all were girls, and they, too, carried baskets. Here and there a man was stretching a gay awning over the street or dusting his wares. Gabrielle kept on-her way until she reached a little shop, where a pleasantfaced old man was taking down the gratings. As he caught sight of her he came down from the bench and kissed t\gp oil. tie. cheek. < .... •***,, “You aTe early, Gabrielle,” he said. “I have come an hour before you said so thatT might help you;” she answered. And, taking off her bonnet, she began to fly about the place, changing this vase into anew light and placing the little pieces of statuary along the shelves so that they would show to better advantage. She talked’ in a merry way as she moved about, and the old man smiled as he watched her. He was proud of this niece of his; proud of hen pretty face, which always brought cus-

“GIVE ME ONE KISS.” HE INSISTED. to his shop, and prouder still of lier love. As the morning progressed, the crowds began to Fair day in Palermoisagalaevent. Every man and woman puts on his and her Fest, bright with ribbons and decorated ■with flowers. They walk about in the morning, looking into the booths and eating sweetmeats. In the afternoon there are cock fights, and Punch and Judy shows and fencing bouts. Much ■v "hue is drunk, and as evening comes on there are brawls and fights at the tavern. - This day was like all other fair days. F>v nightfall the streets were full of roisterers. But Gabrielle did not hesitate to start out alone when Petro failed to come after her. | From the tavern came shouts and ' s <mgs, but she did not heed. Straight into the drinking-room she went, and there, sure enough, was Petro, sleepy "ith drink, but trying to keep his eyes open, so that he could pour more of th# stuff down his throat. Gabrielle pulled him by the sleeve, lie looked at her in a dazed sort of way, but lhade no effort to rise from the table. "Petro, it is time we were starting,” *he said. “It is late, and it will take us three hours to travel the road In the dark.” Petro still stared vacantly. But the ot l*STs at the table were not so stupid when they saw a pretty girL One of them caught Gabrielle by the wrist, and, drawing her toward him, tried to kiss her. She screamed and struggled to break from him, but he held her. “Come, now, little one; give me one kiss,” he insisted. “Petro, help me,” she' cried. Petro did not move. fiat from another corner of the room <mine. unexpected aid. A boy dressed like a goatherd ran up. In one hand wa * his whip, and with it he struok the drunkard -in the face. With a cry of rage, the fellow sprang up, releasing Gabrielle’* arm. The boy stepped aside M he .sprang at him, and, sticking his foot-out, tripped him so that he fell sprawling os the floor. A moment later s he boy bad seized the girl and they ere running from the place.

In the tavern yard were many trees and in their shadow they sat down. Both were panting, but more from excitement than exertion. They Bald nothing for a time, but listened to the men in the room they had just left. They were quarreling. They cursed each other in angry tones, and finally the click of steel told the pair under the trees that they were fighting. There was a cry of pain, an oath or two, and then from the tavern door the brawlers ran, falling over each other in their drunken haste to escape from the place. Then all was still. The boy spoke after a little. “Shall we see what it is?” he asked the girl. He took her hand and they walked to the door. There was no living person there. The benches and tables were overturned; broken glasses were strewn oyer the floor, and in the center of the room upon his' back and with the blood streaming from a dozen wounds lay Petro. The girl began to sob. Her companion tried to comfort her. “It is useless to cry,” said he. “Come, I will take you home.” CHAPTER 11. High on the hills above Palermo la Castlemonte. It is a ruin now and no one has lived there since Marquis Borgaizi died, ten years ago. But at that time it was the oldest and one of the grandest castles in Sicily. Travelers always visited the place, as they do yet, but then the marquis was always there to receive them and to serve a great dinner under the trees. It was to this place, upon whose lands her father was a tenant, that Gabrielle and her cavalier came just as day was breaking. No one was yet astir and the girl showed the boy where to put the donkey and cart. Then he followed her to her home, a cabin on the hillside. There was excitement enough when Gabrielle’s parents learned what had happened. It was useless to weep, for Petro was not worth much. And here was somebody to take his place—not so big and strong, perhaps, but he would grow.. As Gabrielle said he had saved her and wanted him to remain, a place was given him at the table and he was shown to Petro’s bunk in the shed. Thus it was that Antonio became a member of the housebbld. Alter that he took the sheep out to their pasturage in the morning and brought them back as the sun was falling like a golden 'iiSeteor iata the Mediterranean; The vineyards were not then ready to give out their harvest and Gabrielle had little to do. She used to wander out upon the hillside, where Antonio was watching and talk to him. It was beautiful there. For hours they would lie on the grass and look up into the clear blue of the fieavelis or watch Mount Etna as the little line of black smoke curled through the air and finally vanished. Many confidences were exchanged there, and Gabrielle promised the boy that when they were a few years older the prieSt in the chapel should marry them and they would have a cottage of their own. Then there was a war and Italy wu filled with armies. It was net for long, but when it was all over there was much trouble caused by bands of men whioh had been organized in the war. Gabrielle’s father was a member of one of these societies. He violated some oath and was compelled to flee for-his life. For many months he bid in the hills, occasionally visiting his family. One night he came to them and said he was going to America. He kissed them good-by and started for a seaport town. That day his body was found alongside the road to Castlemonte. He had been- stabbed in the back. Gabrielle and lier mother did not remain in Sicily after that. The mother had relatives in this country, and four years ago she left her Italy and came to the United States. Antonio, lonesome and~hcart-broken, was left behind. CHAPTER 111. The other day a train from Chicago brought a car into the Union station that was filled with emigrants. They were bound for New Orleans, and they had nearly four hours to wait before their train left. They spent the time in the Midway, walking about or sitting on their bundle*. Shortly after six o’clock another train bearing emigrants rolled into the train shed. They mingled with the earlier arrivals, and many found old friends whomlbey had not seen for years. Near the baggage office, however, sat a young man who took no part in th# conversation about him. He seemed to stake no interest in what was going od. Two womem one well along in life, the other many years younger, walked down the Midway. They looked at the emigrant who j?at apart from the others. He, his attention attracted by their stopping, looked up. For a min* nte there was no word spoken. Then, with a glad cry, the young woman rushed up to him and, flinging her arms around his neck, began to kiss biro. People on the Midway stopped and wondered. The/ did not know that Gabrielle and Antonio had metagain. It was not a long story to tell. Gabrielle went to-Chicago with her mother when they arrived in tbia country. She wrote to her old home, but none of her letters were ever answered and she ceased to write. She and her mother, she said, had decided to go to her uncle’s home in New Orleans. ... “Then you are going away from mo so soon 7” asked Antonio. I suppose I must,” said Gabrielle. “It is not necessary,” answered he. “I am going to Chicago. I have work there. You might go with me." Gabrielle looked down at the pavement. “Yes, if you want me.” Os course, the girl’s mother objected, but Antonio finally won her consent, and she decided to return with them. And in the list of marriage licenses issued in Chicago last Tuesday appear these names: Antonio Martini. 1420 West Halstead street; Gabrielle Cost!, 1420 Wart Hals ted atreek

A QUEER HOLE. I have heard of a boy who lived long ago— For such boys are not found nowadays, you know— Whose friends were as troubled as they could be Because of a’ hole in his memory. A charge from his mother went in one day. And the boy said: “Yes'* and hurried away; But he met a man with a musical top, And his mother’s words through that hole did drop. A lesson went in, but~sh me! ah me! For a boy with a hole in his memory!— When he rose to recite he was all In a doubt. Every word of that lesson had fallen out, And at last, at last!—oil, terrible lot! He spoke only two words: “I forgot.” Would It not be sad, indeed, m be A boy with a hole In his memory T 4 > —Advocate and Guardian. THREE DOG STORIES. They Illustrate the Jealousy Which la Sometimes Manifested hy Household Pets. Your story in a recent number of the Spectator of the dog who buried the kitten alive may perhaps be corroborated by two others within the experience of the writer. In both jealousy appears to have been the motive for the interment of the rival. A mongrel terrier excessively devoted to his mistress was very jealous of her love for u kitten. Often when the latter had been curesSed by the lady the former would go off and scratch a hole in the garden, and then, fetching the kitten, woultl bury it therein. To prevent the kitten forcing its way out the terrier would post himself upon the grave, and so, unhappily for his purpose, would guide to the speedy rescue of the latter by its friemln. Once he chose a phil of soot for the death tomb. At other times the dog and the kitten were good friends and playmates. Another dog, this time a spaniel, resentful of the importation of a tortoise, which her master had bought for his children uud givea the range at the lavra, determined to put Ywt rivuV to’ death by the same method. Very shortJy after its coining, l>oth the dog and the tortoise could nowhere lie found. Presently the dog returned with her paws covered with earth; not so the tortoise. Suspicious of the spuniel, her master coaxed her to come and look for it, when she guiltily drew' off to the garden ami stopped before o small mound of earth, which, when removed with a stick, revealed the tortoise. He who hides can find. Perhaps I may add a story of a skye. He, too, belonged to the owner of the terrier, the culprit of the first story. The skye’s favorite place was. ns it should be, at his mistress’ feet. 'He was generally quite well behaved, but would have lost his character one day had lie been without excuse. The Bkye w’as running in front of liis-mlsti'essand her husband, and suddenly surprised them by flying at a poor girl and holding her prisoner. When they came to her rescue they found her to be a child to whom had been given n pair of the skye’s mistress’shoes. To secure what he deemed t<> be a thief of his mistress’ property, and this tlie shoes that had so tenderly rubbed him, was clearly his duty, and he did it.—Spectator. STREET CAR EPISODE. Two Sweet Little Chicago Ulrl* Crown a Crippled Child with a Wreath of Wild Flowers. On a street oar coming in from the western limits of the city on Saturday afternoon last we H two little girls who bad spent the day in the woods aid among the wild flowers. The picture of

CROWNED HER WITH A WREATH. perfect health was reflected on each of their beaming face*. The children were exuberant, and their arms were filled with rose* and violet*. At Halsted street their laughter ceased a* they saw s little girl of about their own age being tenderly assisted into the cat Her face was very pale, t<fr an accident which bad happened to her some weeks before had made her * cripple for life. A# she sat down she crossed her lap with her crutches and then enviously glanced at the little girls opposite to her. In another moment two childish beads were ia earnest conversation. Then followed the swiss bat clumsy movements of their .fingers. A garland was woven and they walked across to where the cripple was seated, lifted her faded hat from her head/ replaced it with the wreath, kissed the little sufferer and then took their stats again, ' ' J Did anyone in that ear laugh? No, but tears of joy ran down n woman’s face. Khe was the mother of the two little girls.—Chisago Daily News,

GREAT REVOLUTION. Automobiles to Be Used In Place of Camels • Traverse the Deserts •( Africa. It seemß likely that trade in the deaert of North Africa ia going to undergo a startling revolution. The long caravan of camels, with their tinkling bells and white-robed drivers, may shortly become nothing but a poetio memory and live only in verse, says an exchange. It ia the autooar which ia to effect tliis revolution, and the way has already been prepared by the adventurous tour of two Belgian noblemen, Baron Pierre and Baron Joseph de Crawbei. The tour lasted three months and extended oyer vast tracts of northern Africa. Baron Pierre is the winner of the great Brussels-Ardennea-Spa automobile race and it was with the same vehicle, which he has called the “Devastation,” that he undertook the journey into Africa. From Brussels the brothers drove to Paris and from there made their way through Spain, where they took ship for Algiers. They traversed the valleys and gorges of the OvecUDjemmu and made their way to Sakkamodt after a difficult climb of nearly 20 miles. At this point the real novelty of the attempt began. The brothers, as they encamped upon the heights of the Tnblnt oasis, were about to do what na one had ever before attempted—to enter the desert upon a motorcar. It was with very varied feelings that they slowly descended the heights and caiue out, well provided w ith water and provisions, upon the actui#desert. There ure no policemen or traffic regulations inr the desert, and the drivers

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THE AUTOMOBILE IN THE DKBRRT. did not scruple to make the Iwst possible running. In the vast, sandy,.bar* reu solitudes nothing wus henrd hot the panting, rattling machiue which was the pioneer of u new era. The vultures circled round the travelers a* they went, wondering what this strange invasion could mean, perhaps dimly feeling that tills swift monster bud come to rob them id many u deud camel or Arab sheik in the future. At Aumnle, a large French military station, 7H miles southeast‘front Algiers, the sound of the explorers’ horns produced it scare among the native population. The natives flocked out of their huts and escorted the nutocarists to the authorities, who welcomed them with every courtesy. / The return journey back to the const was more adventurous. At Honirii the road wus swept away by a torrent, rising from the rain, and they were nearly projected over a precipice. Once they came to n river, but drove lioldly into the flood. The bottom was very rough and the cur bumped from side to side, but after u most perilous passage, being nearly swept awayjnore thmi once, they reached the other side in safety. Their proudest achievement, however, was the crossing of a ridge of the Atlas mountains, through vast snowdrifts, at the height of 6,W0 feet above the sen level.

SELECTING A CAT. Ponder Imparls Same Valuable Hints in and fUtrls In Search ot Fellae l*r!. Most of tbe eats that children have for | ads are never chosen *t all. They just wander into a bouse, purr confidingly about some memlier of lb# family, are given u saucer of milk, letted a bit, and, before anybody realize* it. the stray visitor has settled down in the household. That is the way cats ure usually adopted, and sometimes these chance pussies make the best sort of com|Hiriions. Hut now and then a boy or girl is promised a cat and given on opportunity to pick one out at a regular esu store. Then, of course, the greatest taste and care are exercised in making the choice. Here ia something a cat fancier has to say about select lug a pet. “To find a good-natured cat, jttat the sort of one for children to play with, look for a well-developed bump on its head, between the ears. It should have a nose that is round sad short, kind of a pug, and full cheeks and upper Up. “The cat whose nose ie thin and sharp, and whose ear* twitch nervously, will never make a good pet. As for monsrra, they are rather tricky when it cornea to petting. The keen mousey has full, sharp end eloquent eyes. “The best and genlieat of rats, though, ran be rained by overfeeding. Too much meat is always bad, hut especially in warm weather. Cats, as well as people, grow cross and irritable If their stomach* are ot of order.”— N. Y. Herald. ' " ! - Wsa a Csel*itlM* Patient. “Now, d<n‘t fail to take my advise.” mid Dr. Pillbox to the sick Mr, Rafferty. “Hbure 1 won’t, doetbur,? Mike re plied, "Before er aft her walesT*— Man sas City independent.

BARRELING APPLES A Home-Made Contrivance Which Boca na Good Work os A my Patented Dvle*. There are manufactured barreling presses on the market, but the homemade affair shown in the cut will do as good work, and in some points will do it more conveniently than th* commercial press. A blacksmith, with a few moments’ work, will bend a atout iron rod into the shape shown, the rod passing down one aide of the barrel, across

HOW TO BARREL APPLBH under It and up the other side, the upper ends being bent us shown. A lung lever of wood is slipped Into the loop and just the right thickness of blocks placet) beneath it to spring the cover down into place. Now draw the lever under the lip of the rod on the other side, and the whole will remuiii in place until th* head is nailed in. Jjkdh sudsof the rod should project the same distance above the upper edge of the barrel.—N. Y. Tribune. STRAWBERRY BEDS. 'l&W'Tfitiv.tOnn UoKw*d ClhottvfI* for a- Member of tears Without Hesalllau. It ia not necessary ~tdwet anew strawberry bed avery two ycurs where only enough ure grown to supply the wants of the family. We knowr of a little strawberry patch that lusts been going at least ten years without having been reset In all that time. The owner of this bed renews it every year after a plan of bis otvn that bus worked successfully. After the berries are picked each year he takes a single shovel plow and plows right through the rows of plants, tearing them out without heed. This tears nut most of the old plants and leaves the runners that have grown at the outer edge of the rows still In the grnuud. Then the patch Is-given a good harrowing, and try this time a good many more plants arc torn out. The patch is then raked over and made smooth and the plants that remain ure thinned out to a foot upnrt and left in rows between where th# old rows stood. Finally a good dressing of rotted manure from the bnrnynrd is spread over the patch and it is kept clean dtir lag the season. By the time winter comes there is a lot at plants In the patch and the crop of the next year is as good as It would have been if new plants bad been set in by alow and Inlroriou* band work. Fanner's Voice.

TIMELY GARDEN NOTES. Celery Is u good garden crop to follow tbe early pea*. Break out tbe seed stalks from tit* pieplant hill. If the seed in allowed to ripen it Injures the root and lessens next year’s growth. An hour or two some wet day spent In transplanting b*et* and rutabagas will Increase the yield and make the row* prettier to look at. KUould the melons be slow in grow lug apply a small quantity of nitrate of sods around each bill and chop It In with Hie hoe. One of the tost modes of forcing cabbage* to grow is to hoe them sfter each rain or cultivate *o as to have the soil loose and tbe ground eiear orNtfevdr\*iid grass. Farmer's Voice, Ween lan Hr# lean* Wheat, Th# wheat-growing fanner dislikes much to cultivate rye because wherever grown on the same farm some of the ry# will find It# way through straw or manure to the fields where tbe wheat I# grown. It is not a difficult matter to separate tbe two grains s* they grow in tbe field together. The rye beads out several day# earlier than the wheat, and It spires up s foot or more higher, making It very eonepfenotts. It is an easy matter to go through tbe field with x pair of shears and dip off all tbe rye beads, cutting down low enough to reach those that are behind in growth. Wheat that ia free from rye 1* worth several cent# more per bushel, and, of course, wheel free from rye should slwsys be used for seed. glfMnD Warm Bailee, Better better ran be made on tbe farm than at the er earnery if the same car* I# given. The manager* of cream eriea secure the best assistants to be had, and they aim to put goad butter on the market. The advantage possessed by tbe farmer who make# dairy butter is that he ran feed his cows on tbe best foods, use more car# sjnJ work with drawer surrounding* A large proportion of creamery butter is not uniform, na the milk come* from laany sovrara, but dairy butter it injured la tb churning and manipulation ot the product bp inexperienced persona

SPECKS m BUTTER. Carelessness la the Cans* el Them to Most Cases, Fnnltr Working and Setting to the Beet. The cause of specks or mottle# to butter Is not always an easy matter to find out, for there are several things which may be held accountable for It. Everyone knows mottled butter when they’ see It, for it contains light spots and streaka. Carelessness on the part of the butter maker ia the cause in nine out of ten cases, but even the most careful person will sometimes get a batch of streaky goods. Probably the majority of cases can be traoed to the manner of salting and working. If a coarse kind of salt is used it does not dissolve rapidly and eventually brings out the color more deeply in spots, for R is well known that salt deepens th# color In butter. Likewise a poor quality of salt containing lime will bring out the color unevenly. Failure to work the butter enough leaves the salt unevenly distributed. It is a good plan to work butter twice, letting it stand for two hours or so after the first working. Mottled butter is often caused by failure to maintain a uniform temperature, either of the cream before churning, or of the butter afterward whOe salting and working It. If part of the buHer gets too hard or too dry it will not absolve as much salt as the rest of it. If some of the butter gldbutea in the cream ure heated too much above or cooled too far below the rest they will not take color and aalt uniformly with the others. Poor butter color will also cause it, ns well os improper handling of the milk or ripening of the cream, it would seem, therefore, that the way to* avoid streaky butter is to follow carefully the most approved methods of hnmiKng the milk and cream, to keep, as uniform a temperature ns possible in ripening the errant, to use the l>est kinds of blitter color onrt salt, and finally t thoroughly work the butter or better still to rework It before making up. Ilut above nll tliese rules must be placed experience and knowledge. • Prairie Farmer, —■ —rrzZL- L ~ v * STRONG POST PULLER. With li Two Men Pnllod Fifty Two Stubborn Posts In toss - Than tins Hour.

I haduSiMgtfigwtf* *•> puJl out. Invented ln- dcsUm shown itf£k<sPr lever, fulcrum ami chain- made us such mutcrlnl ns 1 could find lying around. With this device my hired hand and I pulled out A3 posts tn leas than att hour. The lever (II) la made out of an old sulky plow tongue, about nine feet long. Fourteen inches from the large etui I bored a five-eighth hole for the

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PdVmtFUb POT WJMdCR. fulcrum. A hook, shown at *, wns boiled on top end of lever, with two three-eighth holts, the hook projecting over the cod to catch In links of chain. I cite an ordinary log chain with hook on end. The fulcrum la made of three pieces spiked together, the center phwo iwo feet eight Inches lung and thick enough lo allow the lever to move easily between the two outside pieces, which are six Inches longer, and project above the center piece that much. These outside pieces are one and one-half by four inches, Ikire the fire-eighth hols through Ihese projecting outside pieces about one and onedwtlf Inches from tbs top. Put In the lever, run a bolt through, and the puller is reedy for bust ness. I pulled up some old barnshed posts with this device that 1 conld not move with two horses and chain. This device Is not |nitentrd. ft. L Ktiyder, in Ohio Farmer,

THE BBRRV HUSHES. l#tl ftir'i <>i li Meiermlned Tkli Vr'i Vs*r •< Orowtb •I Ik* Plante. * After the fruit ha* been hurvcaUd it ml during tlm rl of the hummer U Ihr beat 11 in lo give the rhjberrle iir<-<*jtfciiry pruning. One of the Hr* l thing* to do I* to rut out all of the old canes, It (• thin year's growth of enne that hear* the fruit ucvt year, and It la <|iiit an Item lo secure a vigorous, thrifty growth. Uy rutting out the old cne* more room la given, and the new cane* ran make a bet ter growth. At the name time that the old canes am taken out. all of the amall. weak or unthrifty ran** ahould he takes out. Three or four etrong, vigorous eanea wilt yield more and better fruit than two or three time* that number of small and weak eanea. All canes not wanted should ha treated aa weeda and managed accordingly. There la no advantage In allowing the canes the! or*, left to grow too long* If the strength of the root ran he thrown into one-half the length keen red of can* a better quality v< fruit may be aerured. Tha rich ahoota may be treated is tha mbs wsy. Pour feet la aa high s* either raspberries or blackberries ahould be allowed to grow, ami many good growers lump them plm-bed bark to three feet. Thorough cultivation will help materially In aecurlug a batter and stars vigorous growth. It ahould be remembered with all frsita that eery largely neat year’s crop of fruit la datarmlsed tty this year's vigor sad growth of tha plant, and It will pay to take considerable paisa Is sever# a strong, vigorous J. bbepherd. Is FlfflW 1