Wt1
roituvrn.
Tlio wild world linRtcns on Its wny;
Tlie gray-haired century nenrs its close;
Its sorrow deepens day by clay;
The Summer bhiHh IorsaIc8 the rose.
But, darling, while your voico I lienr,
And whilo your dnrk-brown eyes I seo,
Bad months and sunlesn, seasons drear,
Are all the same, all glad, to inc.
Despnlr enn novcr reach mo
While your soft hand I hold;
While your o.vcs lovo and teach me,
1 never shall grow olui
They"sny that lovo forenkcB tho old;
That passion pales and fades away;
That oven lovo's bricl.t locks of cold
Slust looso their charm and change to
grny.
But, dnrling, while your heart is mlno,
And while I feel that you nro true,
Tor mo tho skies will ever shino
With Summer light and tondercst blue.
Yes, lot old ago derido met
I scorn his mocking tonguo.
Dear love, witli you besido me,
I am forovor youngl
Bclgravia.
HER IIUSBAKD.
Good Amoricnns, when thoy die, go
to Paris. IJion! My terrestrial para
diso is Brussels Lcs Briixellcs with
itssombrcglory of mcdiraval grandeur,
relieved by tho Hashing brilliancy of
its gny boutiques; its host of warriors
in dazzling uniforms; its capotcd
priests; its round-armed Flemish
bonne3 beneath whoso abbreviated
petticoats tho littlo feet, Rlioa in
wooden sabots, patter merry music
on tho pavement.
This bijou Paris is a dream to me,
glorified by tho remembrance that
hero I fell down metaphorically and
worshipped tho sweetest ideal of wom
anhood a painter's brain could picturo
Maria Wigson.
I grant that Maria is not a roman
tic nanio; that Wigson does not sug
gest poetic surroundings and blue
blooded refinement; hue bless you,
that tall, graceful girl with the dreamy
brown eyes would have doubled-dis-counted
theproudest princess inChrist
endom. I sat opposite to her one fatal day
at tho table- d'hoto of tho hotel do 1'
Europe, and forthwith collapsed, with
out an effort to suvo myself from my
fate.
Beforo tho fish and soup were re
moved, J felt tho thrilling influence of
hor presence; with tho entrements I
reached a seventh heaven of adora
tion; and when tho tasso of black cof
fee with a dash of cognac in it arrived
I laid tho last fragment of niyshutlor
ed heart a willing captive to her lovo
liness. You may think that I possessed
rather a gushing, spooney tempera
ment; but you nover knew Maria Wig
r on, so I forgive tho hasty insinua
tion. Hut I had for a time to confino my
expression of admiration to tender
glances, for my divinity was hedged
in by an insurmountablobarrierin tho
shape of a father and mother who
wero without exception, tho stillest,
starchest specimens of British snobo
cracy it was ever my lot to meet.
More tinnieetnlilo than icobcrgs,thoy
frowned down every approach on my
part with an "'aughy haspect" that
disdained to scrape acquaintance with
a poor devil of a wandering Yankee
journalist.
To no purpose I bribed tho head
waiter to scat mo next to my idol at
tho dinner table. 1 could not find
protonso or screw up courage for a
word.
Now on tho Montaigno do la Cieur,
tho Stuto street of Brussels, thoro is
or was twenty years ago a cigar
store, witli an inner sanctum called a
divan, tho admission to which was
only obtained by introduction a kind
of club, where trnvelors met for gos
sip. It was much affected by En
glfshmen, as all tho London dailies
und alleged humorous journals wore
on file.
Ono day I was just issuing from this
temple of Nicotes, and had just stop
ped to light my cigar at a t torch held
by a bronze imago of CurJid' near tho
door, when my head camo in contact
with that of a young man whom Iliad
not noticed, but who at the samo mo
ment bent forward with similar in
tent. I apologized.
"An," ho said, speaking wilhaslight
French accent. "It iH nothing. Mon
uiour is an Englishman, 1 presume?"
"No," I said with a sinilo.
"Indeed. You speak tho language
very well for a foreigner," ho added,
dubiously.
"Thero is another land than Eng
land where that language is spoken.
In tho States wo think that "
"Oh, you aro an Amorican?" ho in
torruped. "I am really glad to meet
you. A fow years ago 1 was for a short
timo in your land.
As wo wero talking wo drifted up tho
hill toward tho peak.
Ho spoko with admiration concern
ing what ho had seen in my country,
and I saw that ho was a keen observ
er. Whilo generally complimentary,
hiH ronmrkB wero spiced with a run
ning criticism, which was often based
on erroneous impressions, and under
whoso asceticism I winced, especially
us ho had an otl-haud manner of op
posing my roinonstrancos with a shrug
of tho khouldcrs, which meant so
much, but was unanswerable.
But when ho canio to decry my typo
ol all human perfection, tho American
girl, I fairly boiled over with indigna
tion. Ho granted that thoy, my
countrywomen, wero protty, viva
cious, fascinating,, but in tho samo
breath claimed that thoy wero artifi
cial in manner, and unballasted with
tho homo loving virtue of tho Euro
pean maiden.
"I found them vory chnrming," ho
paid, frankly, "but superficial and
with an undue appreciation of rank
and riches."
"Sir," I said indignantly, wo nro a
democratic people. If thero is ono
thing on which wo prldo ourselves
more than another, it is tho simplici
ty of our social institutions. Bank
has no esteem with us; nnd, nafor
ducation, our girls enjoy tho same
privilege? as our boys the best that
modern thought can modernize."
His exasperating answer was a
shrug. I could have struck him; but,
after all, you can not tery well knock
a man down for simply humping his
shoulders.
"Pardon mo, Monsieur," I said hot
ly. "You have never met tho best
typo of tho American girl. Democratic
as wo are, a foreigner traveling through
our country has littlo chanco of gain
ing an cntreo into our best families."
"You have a best, then? Nay, you
aro wrong. I movea in tho highes"
social circle."
"So you taught yourself to believe.
Not tho only error you made."
And with this parting shot, I raised
my hat and turned in at tho door of
my hotel, which we had just reached.
Tho next day was big with event.
A grand review of tho troops was to
bo hold in tho Champs Efysce. All
was bustlo and animation, and every
vchiclo which could run on wheels had
been pressed into tho service of tho
host of visitors in tho gay capital.
There, at the door of the hotel, in
abject helplessness, stood tho Wig
Bons, vainly trying, as once on tho
very same spot did Becky Sharp's
enemy, tho uucness, to maKo uic na
tives understand that they wanted a
carriage. J'upa and mamma wero
fuming and Hushed, at their wits' end
what to do, while in tho background
stood my angel in a ravishing bonnet,
half pouting, half smiling at tho ex
igencies of tlio dilemma,.
I saw my opportunity aim Beizeu
it.
"Can I," I said, bowing low,
"bo of
courso
servico as an interpreter Ul
you want to go to tho review?"
Wigson hero assured mo thoy did.
"There is no chanco of securing a
carnage,' i continued, "init tho wane
through the porto du Scharbeck is
pleasant and tho distance not great.
If you will walk, I shall bo proud to
conduct you thero."
My coup was effective. The old peo
ple, with a 8.taro of blank despond
ency, as though tho alternato was
crushing, gazed at tho jostling crowd,
and accepted mo with much tho sort
of expression as if I had presented
thorn with a box of pills to swallow.
Wo started. I could not, however,
engineer a teto-a-teto with Maria, but
I got a chance to niiiko myself solid
with mainina, into whoso ears I pour
ed tho grateful incenso of a hundred
llatteries.
AL last wo reached a snot which
commanded a grand view of the proces
sion, and I suggested that wo should
einuin there for a while and sec it hie
past.
It was a beautiful sight. Littlo as
tho "bravo Beige" distinguished him
self on the field of Waterloo, when the
Iron Duko unceremoniously ordered
his dragoons to withdraw, ho makes a
bristling show at a martial parade.
Infantry and artillery marched past
us.
Now comes a fanfare of t rumpcts.and
a glittering group of horsemen appear.
Itis Gen Trcntinck, who approaches
with the king's two sons on either side
followed by his staff.
Every hat is oil'. Loud voices ring
on tho air. Ladies wavo their flutter
ing kercliiefs, and bright smiles greet
them on all sides.
Just as tho cortege approaches us a
broken-down gun wagon causes a halt.
Can I believe my eyes? There, rid
ing at the right of the gray-haired vet
eran, is tho handsome young crown
prince, tho Due do Drabant; and, as I
live, the same gallant cavalier is none
other than the impetuous stranger I
met at tho cigar divan tho very gold
en youth 1 had told ho didn't move in
good societ y.
1 caught his cyo, and, with a blush,
bowed.
Then out cropped tho gentle nature
of that, scion of ono of tho noblest
races of llurope.
"You here?" hesaid graciously, lean
ing forward in his saddle. 1 hope you
will enjoy tho review and carry agood
account of us homo."
It was worth a year's lifo to seo the
faces of tho Wigsons. Wonder, awe,
envy paralizcd them. Hero was a
voungnian they had hesitated to know,
hand in glove with tho heir to the
throne of Belgium.
"Your Highness," I stammered; "I
nm sure your troops will acquit them
selves with credit."
It was a stupid, inano remark, but
to tell tho trui h I was in nearly as big
a fluster as my Brummagem friend.
"llavo you tho entreo to tho grand
stand?" tho Prince continued.
"No, sir."
Ho beckoned to an aide-de-camp,
whispered some instruction, and then,
with a pleasant nod passed on.
I do not believe the Wigsons know
whother they wero walking on their
heads or their heels, as wo followed
tho dismounted officer to that holy ol
holies, tho long, spacious gallery re
served for persons a bout tho court, and
distinguished visitors.
Harlequin touches with his magic
wand and all is changed. This pretty
piece of princely condescension had
metamorphosed a vagrant nobody
into a hero. Those Wigsons literally
groveled. They cringed, wriggled and
squirmed in the ccstacy of their ad
miration. 1 do not know but that ovon Maria's
supeib beauty paled in tho shadow of
their vulgar servility; but, if so, tho
spell was only lilted for a moment.
Tho more 1 saw of tho mamma tho
less 1 liked her. So even under tho
charm of my infatuation, I could not
but npprociu'o tho affliction of a
mother-in-law who called a horse "a
orso," and who looked down from hor
gilded heights on tho profession ot lit
erature as a forlorn refuge for tho des
titute. 1
But Maria was charming. '
What if her papa did cut with his
kuile, and mistake his dinner napkin
for a pockot handkei chief? Would not
tho "rolling forties" of tho Athintio
rago between us if I could only win that
dainty damsel for my brido?
Aft or tho oi hit of tho review day op
portunities to press my suit wero as
Blentiful as sheaves in harvest timo.
arrhigo parties wero gotten up solely
in my honor. Dainty missives on
tinted paper with a llorid crest im
printed thereon, reached me almost
utiily, which informed mo that "Mr. j
and Mrs. Groffin Wigson present their
compliments to Mr. Scribbler, and wo
Bhall be glad to receive you in our
apartments this evening."
Ono thing was soon npparent. They
wero hungering niter society, at hirst
for blue blood, and they looked on me
as ono especially detailed by Provi
dence to break down tho barriers and
lead them into the Elysian fields of
fushionablo life.
Nover a day passed at tho table d'
hoto that my p'rospectivo mother-in-law
forgot to send tho color mantling
to my temples by inquiring in a loud
voice, so that all around might hear,
after my dear friend, "'is 'ighness."
Twice sho introduced mo to travel
ing plutocratcs, sui generis, and each
timo added in a stago whisper, "a
friend of tho crown prince. Very liar
istocratic, though ho does como from
thoso 'orrid sta tes."
At last the go.'den moment camo.
Ono dowy eve, in tho delicious twi
light, I was permitted to escort the
fair Maria to a vesper servico at tho
Cathedral of the St. Gudule.
We passed through tho brilliant
Gulerio St. Hubert into tho sombro
precincts of tho sacred building, whoso
hallowed arches towered above our
head. It was an epic poem of archi
tecture, a dream in stone.
What heart would not be softened
by such a scene? Surely not hers,
wliosi fair face gazed in rapture like
that ofsoino Madonna.
Then, when from the choir poured
forth a flood of melody, now joyously
exalting, and anon floating in shadowy
cadences into tho far recesses of that
noblo pile, it thrilled my soul; and,
from tho trembling of the tiny hand
that rested on my arm, I knew that
my sweet companion's emotions were
stirred to their lowest depths.
Now, if ever, was tho timo to speak.
So, when wo passed out, softened
and subdued, into the stilly night, I
led her up tho quaint, gabled street
towards tho park, a route that would
bo least frequented at that hour.
But just as wo turned tho corner
into tho avenue of Elms, the appari
tion of Mrs. Wigson stood before us.
"Quick! Maria, quick! she gasped,
half breathless with haste. 'John
came by the tidal boat. Ho's in tho
parlor with your pa."
With a little cry of delight, tho girl
flew from my side, and before I could
recover from surprise, had vanished
into tho distant gloom.
"Mrs. Wigson," I stammered, "what
docs this mean? Has your daughter
lost her senses? Who is this mystic
John?"
Years havo rolled by, yefc I can still
see that awful woman as she stood in
tho moonlight, tho night breozo lifting
tho streaming scarlet ribbons of her
bonnet, whilo from her lips fell tho
words that frozo my blood:
" 'Er 'usband!' Chicago Tribune.
Ssiyingf.s of Tattle Ones.
"Tho Children's Chitchat" in tho
New Moon contains some amusing
sayings by the littlo ones. A fow
examples aregiven:
"Well, my young
liow would you like
"Oh, liko papa's,"
gentleman, and
your hair cut?"
please with a
littlo round hole at tho top."
Grandpa: "Toll me, Kthol, why do
you have six buttons on your gloves?"
Ethel: "Yes, grandpa, dear, I will
tell you. Tlio reason is, if I had
seven buttons, or five, they would
not match the six buttonholes."
Ho was a persistent littlo boy who
told his mother, who thought ho was
too young to wear trousers, that "ho
would bo willing to go without pock
els if ho only could wear something
that had legs."
A small boy, tho son of a
clergyman in this state, was
one night addressing the iol
petition to his -Maker: "O
gifted
heard
lowing
God,
bless
please bless mamma and. pleaso
papa; hut tho less you have to do
with Aunt Maria tho better. Allien."
"Mamma what does it mean when
it says, 'The shades of night were
falling fast'?" You should try and
figure out thoso things for yourself,
Johnny." "1 know now. It means
when sister Jane pulls down tho
parlor blinds, then Gus Smith conies
in to spend tlio evening, eh?"
Mrs. Jones "Did you tako Johnny
to school, Jeremiah?" Mr. Jones "I
did. An excellent school it is, Matil
da. The scholars aro models of de
port inont; tho curriculum is first
class.and the professor nnmn of ability.
At least, that is tho way ho struck
mo." Johnny (with a groan) "You
ought to have stayed about an hour,
and seen how ho struck mo."
Romance of Cliuniler Kuin Chow
der. Chunder Ram Chowder, tho revered
and holy Marmalade of Dowwallagal
la, when a young prince, was enamored
of a beautiful girl, the deaughter of a
merchant. Ho pawned his dress suit,
and for three days fed tho object of
his lovo with ice cream and caramels.
At tho end of this short siego, having
persuaded her that his facilities wero
unequalod for continuing to supply
her with unlimited quantities of cara
mels and ice cream for an indefinite
period, sho yielded and agreed to do
part with him to tho wilderness.
That night, whilo tho prince was loi
tering under her window with a ladder,
her father appeared and kicked him
clear over the top of a groveof banyan
trees, and when he came down a bull
dog as big as a yearlingcalf, was wait
ing for him, and sat down with him to
a plain but substantial luncheon, at
which, however, tho princoatonothing.
Tho next morning, on his way to the
hospital, the beautiful girl met him and
said reproachfully, "Last night you
were to lly with me." "Ah, yes," repli
ed Chunder Bam Chowder, "but last
night your father was too fly forme."
Ho then entered the convent of Haddiv
Null Ghaug, who took upon them
selves vows of celibacy and wore sheet
iron trousers; nor did he again see his
charmer until live years afterward,
when ho met hor at the funeral of her
third husband, tho other two having
been divorced. Burdetto in Brook
lyn Eagle.
A TINY SHOE.
They found him by the roadside dead,
A ragged tramp unknown;
His fnee upturned in mute despair,
Ills helpless arm? out thrown.
The lark nbove him sang a song
Of greeting to the day,
The breeze blew fresh and sweet and stirred
His hair In wanton play.
They found no clue to home or name.
Hut tied with n ribbon blue
They found a package and it held
A baby's tiny shoe.
Half worn and old, a button off,
It seemed a sacred thing;
With reverence they wrapped it close
And tied the faded string.
And laid It on the peaceful breast
That kept the secret well;
And God will know and understand
The story It will tell.
Of happy times and peaceful home
That dead tramps sometime knew,
Whoc only relic left hlra was
The baby's tiny shoe.
An te ki rtt.
A SEQUEL TO MATH IAS SANDORF.
33y .Ttale.s "Veinie,
AUTHOR 01 "JOURNEY TO T7IE CENTRE
OF TUB EARTH," " TRIP TO THE MOON,"
"AHOUND THE WOULD IN EIGHTY
DAYS," " MICHAEL STR000FF,"
" TWENTY THOUSAND LEAGUES)
UNDER THE SEA," ETC., ET0.
Translation copyrighted hy O. IF. Uanna, 19SS,
CHAPTER VIII-Continued.
Tho Doctor soon discovered that
thero wns not a singlo hotel in tho town,
nnd ho hud to look about for lodgings.
At Inst ho found a houso find obtained
a room on tho ground floor in a suffi
ciently respectable street. At first it
wns arranged that Capo Mutifou should
bo boarded by tho proprietor, nnd
although tho price charged wns enor
mous oa account of his enormous pro
portions, tho matter was soon 'satisfac
torily settled. Doctor Antekirtt
resorvod tho right of taking his meals
clscwhero in tho town.
In tho morning nfter leaving Capo
Mntifou to employ his timo as ho
pleased, tho Doctor walked to tho post
oflieo for nny letters or telegrams that
might bo waiting for him. Thero was
nothing there, nnd then he went for a
stroll out of tho town. Ho soon found a
restaurant patronized by tho better
class of tho inhabitants, nnd Austrian
officers and officials who looked upon
being quartered hero ns eqtiivelnnt to
exile, or oven to being in prison.
Now, tho Doctor was only waiting for
tho moment to act ; and this was his
plan, llo had deeidod to kidnap Pierro
Bathory. But to tako him away on
board tho schooner while sho lay at
Ragasa would havo been difficult. Tho
young engineer was well known nt Gra
vosa, and as publiu attention had been
nttrneted to tho Savarena, tho affair
even if it succeeded would bo very much
noised about. Further, tho yacht
being only a Failing vessel, if any
steamer went nfter her from tho
lmrltor sho would almost bo certain to
bo caught.
At Cattnro, on tho contrary, Pierro
could bo spirited off much more quietly.
Nothing would bo easier than to got
him there. At a word sent from tho
Doctor thero was no doubt but that ho
would start immediately. Ho was as
unknown at Cattaro as tho Doctor him
self, and onco ho was on board tho
Electric could speed off" to sea, where ho
could bu told tho past lifo of Silas Tor
onthal and Suva's imago lionomo effaced
by tho remembrance of his father's
wrongs.
Such was tho Doctor's very simplo
plan of campaign. Two or three days
nioro and the work would bo accom
plished ; Pierre would bo separated for
ever from Suva Toronthal.
Next day, the lUh of June, arrived a
letter from Point Pescade. It reported
that there was nothing new nt tho houso
in tho Slradone, and that Point I'escado
had seen nothing of Pierro sinco tho day
I ho had gone to Grnvosa, twelve, hours
' nfter tho schooner sailed. Ho had not
left Kagusa, nnd remained nt homo with
his mother. Point Pescnde supposed
nnd ho was not wrong m doing so that
the departure of tho Savarena hnd
brought about this change in his habits,
for ns soon ius ho hnd found her gono ho
had gono home, looking tho picture of
despair.
Tho Doctor decided to writo nnd invito
Pierro Bathory to join him immediately
nt Cattnro.
But something very unexpected hap
pened to change his plans and allow
chnnco to iuterveno aud lend to tho same
end.
About oight o'clock in tho evening tho
Doctor wns on tno wharf nt Cattnro
when tho mail steamer Saxonia was
signalled.
Tho Saxonin camo from Brindisi,
where sho had put in to tako on a few
passengers. Sho was hound for Trieste,
calling at Cattaro, Bagusn nnd Znrn,
nnd tho other ports on tho Austrinn
const of tho Adriatic.
The Doctor was standing near tho
gangway along which tho people came
ashore, when in tho twilight his atten
tion was monopolized by otie of tho
travelers whoso luggage was Being
brought off to tho wharf.
Tho man wns about forty, of hnughty
even impudont bearing. He gave his
orders loudly ; nnd wns evidently ono of
thoso porsons who oven when polished
show thnt thoy have been badly brought
up.
"That follow! Hcro-nt Cattiro?"
The passenger was Snrcnny. Fifteen
years had elapsed since ho had noted as
accountant in Zathmar's house. With
tho oxceptiou of his clothe ho was still
tho ndvonturor wo saw in tho stroots of
Trieste- nt tho beginning of this story.
Ho wore an elegant traveling suit with a
dust coat of the latest fashion, and hia
trunks witS their many mouutiucs
Doctor
A SERVANT ANNOUNCED IN A
showed that tho old Tripolitnn broker
wns nccustomed to mako himself coin
fortnblo. For fifteen years Sarcany lived n lifo
of plensuro nnd luxury, thanks to tho
fortuno ho had acquired from his slmro
of Count Sandorf's wealth. How much
was there loft of it ? His best friends, if
ho had any, would havo been puzzled to
say. Ho had a look of preoccupation,
of anxiety oven, tho cause of which was
difficult to discover behind tho mask
with which ho concealed his trno dis
position. " Whero does ho como from ? Where
is ho going ?" asked tho Doctor who did
not lose sight of him.
Whero ho had come from was easily
ascertained by asking the purser of tho
Saxonia. The passenger had como on
board at Brindisi. Did ho como from
Upper or Lower Italy ? They did not
know. In reality ho had como fro".i
Syracuse. On receipt of tho telegram
from tho Moor ho had instantly left
Sicily for Cattaro.
For it was at Cattaro that the woman
was waiting to meet him, her mission at
Bagusa having apparently como to an
end.
Tho Moor was thero on tho wharf
waiting for the steamer. Tho Doctor
noticed her, ho saw Sarcnny walk up to
her, ho heard tho words sho said to him
in Arabic, and ho understood thorn
. "It was timo!"
Sareany's reply wns a nod. Then,
after seeing his luggago passed by tho
Custom Houso officer, ho went off' with
the Moor towards the right so ns to go
outside tho town.
Tho Doctor hesitated for a moment.
Was Sarcnny going to escape him?
Ought he to follow him?
Turning round he saw Capo Mntifou,
who was standing gaping at the Saxonia's
passengers. He beckoned to him, and
ho was at his side in an instant.
"Capo Matifou," said he, pointing to
Sarcany who was uniting away, "do
you seo that man ?"
"Yes."
" If I tell you to cany him off will you
do so ':"
"Yes."
"And you will givo him something to
prevent his getting away if ho resists ?"
"Yes."
" Bemeniber I want him alivo 1"
"Yes."
Capo Mntifou wasn man of fow words
but ho had the merit of speakicg to tho
point. Tho Doctor could depend upon
him. What ho received tho order to do,
ho would do.
Tho Moor could bo seized, gagged,
thrown aside in any corner, and before
she could givo the alarm Saieauy would
bo on board the Electric.
Tho darkness, though it was not very
profound, would faeilituto matters.
Sarcany and the Moor continued their
walk round tho town without noticing
that they wero being watched and fol
lowed. Thoy did not speak to each
other. They did not wish to do so until
thoy reached soma quiet placo whero
they could bo safo from interruption.
They reached tho south gate opening on
the road which leads from Cattaro to tho
mountains on tho Austrian frontier.
At this gato is an important market, a
bazaar well known to tho Montenegrins.
Here they have to transact their business,
for thoy nro not nllowod to cuter tho
town except in very limited numbers,
nnd nfter having left their weapons
behind them. On tho Tuesday, Thurs
day nnd Saturdny of each week the
mountaineers como down from Niegons
or Cettinge, having walked for live or
eix Hours carrying eggs, potatoes, poul
try, and even faggots of considerable
weight.
This wns a Thursday. A fow groups
whoso business had not finished till lato
had remained in the bazaar intending; to
pass tho night there. Thoro wore about
thirty of those mountaineers, moving
about nnd chatting nnd disputing, soma
stretched on tho ground to sleep, others
cooking before n coal lire a small bheep
impaled on a wooden spit Albauian
fashion.
To this plnco ns though it was well
known to them camo Snicany and his
companion. Thero it would bo easy for
them to talk at their ease, and even
remniu all night without having to go in
eearch of a lodging. Since hor arrival
nt Cattaro the Moor had not troubled
horsolf about nnother lodging.
The Doctor nnd Capo Mntifou followed
them iu. ono after the othor. Kara ami
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LOUD TONE, "MR. SARCANY.
there a fow fires wore smouldering nnd
giving but littlo light. Tho Doctor
regretted that ho hnd not put his project
into execution on his way from tho
wharf. But it was now too lato. All
that could bo done was to wait till an
opportunity presented itself.
In anj' case tho boat was moored
behind tho rocks less than 200 ynrds
from tho bazaar, and about two cable's
lengths away lay tho Electric with a
small light at the bow to show whero
sho was moored.
Sarcany nnd tho Moor took up thoir
position in a dark corner near a group
of mountaineers already asleep. Thero
they could talk over their business with
out being understood, if tho Doctor
wrapped in his traveling cloak had not
joined the group without attracting their
attention. Mntifou concealed himself
ns well as ho could nnd waited ready to
obey orders.
Sarcany and his companion spoko in
Arabic, thinking that no ouo could
understand them. Familiar with nil
the dialects of Africa' and tho East, ho
lost not a word of their conversation.
" You got my telegram nt Syracuse?"
said the Moor.
"Yes, Nnmir," answered Sarcany,
"nnd I started next day with Zirouo."
"Where is Zirono?"
"Near Catania, organising his now
ging."
"You must get to Eagusa to-morrow
mil you must seo Silas Toronthal."
" I'll bo there, and I'll seo him 1 You
havo not mado a mistake, Nnmir? It
was time. "
"Yes, the banker's daughter "
"Tho banker's daughter!" said Sar
cany in such a singular tono that tho
Doctor could, not hardly prevent him
self from giving a start.
"Yes! His daughter!" answered
Namir.
"What? Does ho nllow her to bo
mado love to and w ithou t my permission ?"
"Aro you surprised, S.ircany?
Nothing is moro certain novertholoss !
But you will bo still nioro surprised
when you hear who wishes to bo tho
husband of Snva Toronthal !"
"Some ruined gentleninn anxious for
her father's millions!"
"No!" replied Namir. "Butnyoung
man of good birth nnd no money !"
"And tho name of this fellow?"
"Pierro Bathory."
' ' Pierro Bathory !" exclaimed Sarcany.
" Pierro Bathory nmrry tho daughter of
Silas Toronthal."
"Bo calm Sarcany. That tho daugh
ter of Silas Toronthal and tho son of
Stephen Bathory aro in lovo with each
other is no secret from mo! But per
haps Sdas Toronthal does not know it,"
"Does ho not know it ?"
"No! And besides ho would novor
consent."
"I do not know," answered Sarcany.
"Toronthal is capable of anything
even of consenting to this marriage if it
could quiot his conscience, supposing
ho has a conscience after these fifteen
years. Fortunately hero I am ready to
spoil his game, and to-morrow I shall bo
at Eagusa,"
"Good!" said Namir, uho seemed to
havo a certain ascendancy over her com
panion. "The daughter of Silas Toronthal
marries uobody but mo you understand,
Namir, nnd with her I will got out of my
difficulties ngnin."
Tho Doctor had hoard nil ho wnnted.
It mattered not whnt olso Sarcany hnd to
gay to the Moor.
A icoundrel coming to claim n scoun
drel's daughter ! Heaven hnd iudeed
intervened iu tho work of human justice
Henceforth thoro was nothing to fear for
Pierro whom this rival was to set aside.
Thero was no use, then, iu summoning
him to Cettiiro or in attempting to carry
off tho man who wished to be Torouthal's
son-in-law.
"Mny tho wretches mnrry nmong
themselves nnd become all the sime
family," Fnid tho Doctor. "And then
we shall seo."
no left, aud beckoned to Mntifou to
follow him. Mntifou hnd not nskod why
tho Doetor wished him to walk off with
tho Saxouin's passenger, and ho did not
ask why tho attempt was postponed.
Tho next day, Juno 10, at Bagusa, the
doors of tho principal drawiug-room at
the houso in tho Strndouo were thrown
open about half past eight in tboevoning .
and a servnut announced in aloud tone
"Mr. Sarcany."
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