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---p:-^ WAVE PRINTS. Where ocean-«e«king river* gently glide. To Join the spreading harbor's restless flow, While flashing gems of living sunlight glow. And ever onward laughing bubbles rider Behold far, far beneath the shifting •tid'e. Clear ripple-marks the stainless sea sands show, A record fair, traced daintily below, Of waves that toes and break and then subside. So when the fitful wavesiof fortune break Upon the bosom of life's restless sea, As cloud drift melts to blue without a sign, Deep written on. the heart's pure scroll they make A record plain, whose lights and shades decree, Self's chilling fate, or love's warm glow divine. —Arthur Howard Hall, in N. Y. Observer. [Copyright, 1895, by D. Appleton & Co. Ail rights reserved.] CHAPTER IV.—CONTINUED. We sat in silence for some minutes, each absorbed in his own thoughts. The heat from the fire had warmed the hut so that the blue steam began to rise from my damp clothes. My companion reclined on his elbow, tracing some diagram on the floor with a poniard, which from its shape was evidently of eastern make. The rain, which now increased in violence, had almost quenched the log fire, and was invading our shelter, for the roof began to leak. There being no wind the torch burned steadily, throwing sufficient light for us to distin guish each other. I began to wonder what manner of man this was before me, dressed in a motley of court fool and peasant, and my curiosity was aroused to such an extent that for the time I forgot my own troubles. ^Nevertheless I made no sign of inquiry, knowing there is no means so sure of ob taining information as to seem not^ to desire it. My new friend kept his eyes fixed on the point of his dagger, the muscles of his queer-webbed face twitching nervously. At length he became conscious of my scrutiny, for, lifting his eyes, he looked me in the face, and then made a motion of his hand toward the wine skin. "No more, thanks." "There will be that left for to-morrow before we start." "Then you also are a traveler?" '"You say you are going to Bucine?" He asked the question in his usual abrupt man ner but his tone was composed. "It lies on my road." "And on mine, too. Shall we travel to gether? I could point out the way." "Certainly. It is very good of you." "Well, it is time to sleep, and the torch has burnt to an end." As he spoke he stretched himself out at full length, and, turning his back to me, ap peared to sink into slumber. I watched him for some time by the embers of the torch, wondering if I was wise in accepting his companionship, and then, overpowered by fatigue, lost myself in sleep, heedless of the rain, which dripped in twenty places through the roof. I slept profoundly until aroused by my shoulder being gently shaken, and, looking up, beheld my host, as I must call him, bend ing over me. I thought I had slept for a few minutes only, and saw to my surprise that it was well in the morning, and the sun shone brightly. All traces of cloud were gone, though soft billows of mist rolled over the olive gardens, and vineyards of Chianti grape, that stretched towards Montevarchi. "Heavens, man! How you slept! I was right when I hinted you had a good con science." I scrambled up with a hasty "Good-morn ing and, a few minutes afterwards, hav ing finished the remains of the wine in the skin, we started off in the direction of Bu cine. My companion had politely never in quired my name, and I had been equally ret icent. He placed on his head a silken fools' cap, and the bells on it jingled incessantly as he walked along with a jaunty air, at a pace that was remarkable for a man of his age. He seemed to have lost the melan choly that possessed him during the night, and conversed in so cheerful and entertain ing a manner that in spite of myself I was interested and withdrawn from my unhap py thoughts. He kept up his mood to Bu cine, where, notwithstanding our strange appearance, we attracted, to my relief, less attention than I imagined we should draw. With appetites sharpened by our walk, •we did full justice to the meal I ordered at the only hotel in the place. Here I played "host, as a return for my entertainment, and in conversation my acquaintance said that he was bound for Florence. I told him that also was my point, and invited him to bear me company on the road, to which he will ingly agreed. I made an attempt here to hire a horse but not even a donkey was procurable, all available carriage having been seized upon for the army. So once more descending the hill on which Bucine is situated, we forded the river and contin ued our journey. At the albergo we heard that a body of troops were foraging along the banks of the Arno, and resolved to make a detour, and, crossing Monte Luco, to keep on the sides of the Chianti hills, if necessary avoiding Mon tevarchi altogether. My companion main tained his high spirits until we reached tho top of the spur of Monte Luco, known to the peasantry as the Virgin's Cradle. Here we stopped to breathe and observe the view. I looked back across the Chiana valley, and let my eye run over the landscape which stretched as far as the Marches. In the blue splash to the south of the rugged and conical hill of Cortona, I recognized Trasi mene, and beyond it lay Perugia. I turned to call my friend's attention to the scene, and at first did not perceive where he was. An other glance showed him standing on the «dge of the cliff, a little to my left, shaking bis clenched hand in the direction of Perugia, whilst on his face was marked every sign of sorrow and hate. Curious to see what this would result in, I made no attempt to attract his attention, but in a moment he shook off the influence which possessed him, and rejoined me with a calm brow. We thereupon continued our journey with this difference, that my com panion was now as silent as hitherto he had been cheerful. My own dark thoughts too came back to roost, and in a gloom we de sceaded the Cradle, pushing our way through the myrtle with which it was covered, and walked on, holding Montevarchi to our right. We kept a sharp lookout for the foragers, and, seeing no signs of them, made up our minds, after some consultation, to risk going to Montevarchi, which we reached without mishap a little after noon. It was not my SET •. ...•' rnSZm intention to halt there more than an hour or so, which 1, hoping that I would have better luck than at Bucine, intended to spend in trying to hire an animal of some kind to vide. We stopped at the Bell inn, near the gate, and, after a deal of bargaining, which con sumed a good hour, the landlord agreed to hire me his mule for two crowns. The ras cal wanted ten at first. Just as the matter was settled a dozen or so of troopers rode in, and, spying the mule, in the twinkling of an eye, claimed it for carriage purposes. It was in vain that the landlord protested that it was his last beast, that it had been hired to the noble cavaliere, meaning me, and many other things beside. The soldiers were dear to his entreaties, and, although I had more than a mind to draw on the vil lains, I had the good sense to restrain my self, for the odds were too many against me. I therefore hid my chagrin under a smile, and the mule was led away amidst tjb.2 lamentations of mine host, who was fur ther put out of pocket by a gallon or so of wine, which the troopers consumed, doubt less in honor of the prize they had taken, neglecting in the true fashion of the com pugnes grandes to pay for it. It was a fit lesson to the landlord, for had he not, in his cupidity, haggled for an hour over the hire of the animal, he might have been richer by two crowns and still owned his mule. Thus it is that avarice finds its own punishment. On going off, the leader of the troop, a man whom I knew by sight and by reputation as a swashbuckler, if ever there was one, made me a mock salute, saying, in allusion to my quietness in surrendering my claim to the mule: "Adieu, Messer Feather-Cap —may your courage grow as long as your sword." This taunt I swallowed ruefully, and immediately set about my departure. My companion, who was not mixed up in the altercation, joined me silently, and we followed in the direction taken by the troop ers, pursued by the maledictions of the inn keeper, who vented his spleen on us as the indirect cause of his misfotune. The foragers, who, owing to the warmth of the weather, had removed their breast plates, which were slung to their saddles, were going at a walking pace and it was amusing to see how the mere sight of their presence cleared the streets. Noting, how ever, that they did not appear to be bent on personal injury, we did not think it neces sary to go out of our course, or delay our departure until they left the town, and as we walked fast and they went slowly, by the time they had reached the main square, we were not more than a dozen yards behind them. At this moment we noticed the figure of a woman, apparently blind, for she was guided by a little dog attached to a string. The poor creature was crossing the pave ment almost in front of the leader of the troop, and, as she was right in the path of the troopers, we attempted to warn her by shouting, and she stopped irresolutely, hardly knowing which way to turn. The troop leader, without making any effort to avoid her, rode on in a pitiless manner, and she was flung senseless to the ground. In this her hood fell back, uncovering her face, and my companion, suddenly uttering a loud ciy, ran forward, and, seizing her in his arms, began to address her with every term of endearment, in the manner of a father to his child. The troopers halted—discipline it will be observed was not great—and one of them with rough sympathy called to my friend to bear the girl, for so she looked, to the fountain, at the same time that their com mander gave a loud order to go on, and to leave off looking at a fool and a beggar. I had, however, made up my mind that there was a little work for me, and, drawing my sword, stepped up to the swashbuckler's bridle, and asked for a five-minutes' inter view there and then. He burst into a loud laugh. "Corpo di Bacco! Here is Messer Feather-Cap with his courage grown. Here, two of you bind him to the mule." But the men with him were in no mood to obey, and one of them openly said: "It is always thus with the ancient Brico." "Do you intend to give me the pleasure 1 seek," I asked, "or has the ancient Brico taken off his heart with his corselet?" For a moment it looked as if he were about to ride at me but my sword was ready, and I was standing too close to him for any such treachery to be carried off. Flinging the reins, therefore, to the neck of his horse, he dismounted slowly and drew his sword. A number of the townsfolk, attracted by the scene, so far forgot their fear of the foragers as to collect around us, and in a few moments a ring was formed, one portion of which was occupied by the troopers. Brico took his stand so as to place the sun in my eyes, a manifest unfairness, for we should have fought north and south yet I made no objection, and unclasping my cloak let it fall to the ground behind me. "A vous!" he called out, and the next mo ment we engaged in the lower circle, my op ponent, for all his French cry, adopting the Italian method, and using a dagger to parry. For a few seconds we tried to feel each other, and I was delighted with the balance of my sword. It did not take me half a min ute to see that he was a child in my hands, and I began to rapidly consider whether it would be worth the candle to kill him or not. Brico, who had commenced the as sault with a stamp of his foot and a suc cession of rapid thrusts in the lower lines, became aware of his weakness as soon as I did, and began to back slowly. I twice pricked him over the heart, and his hand began to shake so that he could hardly hold his weapon. "Make Avay there," I called out, mocking ly, "the ancient would like to run a little." Maddened by this taunt, he pulled him self together and lunged recklessly at me in tierce it was an easy parry, and with a strong beat I disarmed him. He did not wait, but with the rapidity of a hare turned and fled, not so fast, however, but that I was able to accelerate his departure with a stroke from the flat of my sword. "Adieu, ancient Brico!" I called out after him as he ran on, followed by a howl of de rision from the crowd, in which his own men joined. It was lucky that I adopted the course of disarming him, for, had the affair ended otherwise, I doubt not that the men-at arms would have felt called upon to avenge their leader, poltroon as he was. As it happened they enjoyed his discomfiture, and an old trooper called out to me: "Well fought, signore—you should join us—there is room for your sword under the banner of Tremouille. What—no? I am sorry but go in peace, for you have rid us of a cur." 6aying this, he rode off, one of theif num ber leading the ancient's horse by the bridle. I turned now to look for my companion. He was nowhere to be seen, and on inquiry I found that he had lifted the girl up, and, supporting her on his arm, the two, followed by the dog, had turned down by the church, and were not in view. It would, no doubt, have been easy to follow, and as easy to trace them but I reasoned that the man must have purposely done this to avoid me and after all it was no business of mine. I therefore returned my sword to its sheath and walked on. CHAPTER V. D'ENTRANGUES SCORES A POINT. Before 1 had gone fifty paces, however, I became aware that there was some law left in Montevarchi, for a warning cry made me look over my shoulder, and I saw a party of the city guards, who had discreetly kept out of the way when Brico and I crossed swords, hurrying towards me. The same glance, showed me that the ancient was already in their hands, and was being dragged along with but little regard to his comfort and I felt sure that now, as the troop was gone, the citizens would wreak their vengeance on this hen-roost robber, and he would be lucky if he escaped with life. As for me, the catchpolls being out, they no doubt rea soned that they might as well net me. To stop and resist would only result in my be ing ultimately overpowered, and perhaps imprisoned to yield without a blow meant very much the same thing, and, in the shake of a drake's tail, I resolved to run, and to trust for escape to my turn for speed. So 1 set off at my roundest pace, followed by the posse, and the rabble who but a moment before were cheering me. More than once I felt inclined to turn, and end the matter for myself but the fact that this might mean laying aside all chance of settling D'Entrangues urged me to my best efforts. Some fool made an attempt to stop me, and I was compelled to slash him across the face with my sword, as a warning not to interfere with matters with which he had no concern. I hardly knew where I was going but dashed down a little by-street, and was, after a hundred yards, brought to a halt by a dead wall. I could barely reach the top of it with my bare hands, but luckily this was enough to all me to draw myself up, and drop over to the other side just as the police reached within ten feet of me. I did not stop to take note of their action, but was off as soon as my feet touched the ground, and found to my joy that I was close to one of the un repaired breaches in the city wall, made six months ago by Tremouille's cannon. Through this 1 rushed, and, scrambling down a slope of broken stone and mortar, found I would be compelled to climb down vevy nearly a hundred feet of what looked like the face of a rock, before I could reach level ground. There was not even a goat track. My agility was, however, spurred on by hear ing shouts behind me, and preferring to risk death in attempting the descent rather than fall into the hands of messer the po desta, I chanced the venture, and, partly by holding on to the tough broom roots, partly slipping, and aided by Providence and Our Lady of San Spirito, to whom I hurriedly cast up a prayer, I managed to reach the bottom, and fell, exhausted and breathless--, into a cistus hedge. I was too beaten to go another yard, and, had my pursuers only followed up, must have become an easy prey. As it was I heard them reach the breach, where they came to a stop, all shouting and babbling at the same time. One or two, bolder than the others, attempted to descend the ledge of rock, down which I escaped, but its steep ness damped their courage. They, however, suceeded in loosening some of the debris so that it fell over the cliff, and a few of the stones di-opped very close to me but by good hap I escaped, or else this never would have been written. One great block, indeed, just passed over my head, and I vowed an altar-piece to Our Lady of San Spirito, who alone could have diverted that which was coming straight to my destruction and I may add I duly kept my word. After a time the voices above began to grow fainter, and to my delight I found that the citizens, thinking it impossible I should have escaped like a lizard amongst the rocks, were hark ing back, and ranging to the right and left. I waited until all sound died away, and cau tiously peeped out. The coast was clear. I had recovered my wind, and, without more waste of time, I rose and pressed on in the direction of the hills, determined to chance no further adventures near the towns. In deed, I had crowded more incident into the past few hours than into the previous five and-thirty years of my life, and my sole ob ject, at present, was to reach Florence without further let or hindrance. Keeping the vineyards between me and the town, I avoided all observation, and, at a small wayside inn, filled a wallet which I purchased with food and a bottle of the rough country wine, so that there might be no necessity for my visiting a human habita tion during the remainder of my journey. With the wallet swung over my shoulder, an hour or so later I was ascending the slopes of Mount St. Michele, cursing the fallen pine needles, which made my foothold so slippery that I slid rather than walked. It was late in the evening before I halted and ate my dinner under an overhanging rock, sheltered from the north wind by a clump of pines. When I finished I rolled myself up in my cloak, and fatigue, to gether with a good conscience, combined to send me to a sleep as sound as it was re freshing. I was up before the sun and con tinued my way, determined to reach Flor ence by evening. I took no particular no tice of the view, where I could see to my right the Prato Magno, and to my left all the valleys of the Greve but kept my eyes before me, intent on my thoughts. At length, when passing Impruneta, where the Black Virgin is, Florence came in sight. There was a slight haze which prevented me from seeing as clearly as I could wish but I plainly made out the houses on the banks of the Arno, Arnolfo's tower, the palace of the Signory, the cathedral, the Bargello, and the unfinished Pitti palace, whilst be yond rose the convent-topped hill of Senario, where the Servites have their mon astery. As I looked there was little of admiration in my heart, although the scene was fair enough but I could give no mind to any thing beyond the fact that I was at last within measurable distance of D'Entrangues, and that in a few hours my hand was like to be at his throat. With these thoughts there somehow min gled up the face of madame, and the scene of our last meeting. I put this aside, how ever, with a strong hand, and determined to think no more of her, although no such recollection could be anything but pleasant and sweet. Until I met her I had managed well enough without womankind, and for the future 1 would leave bright eyes alone. Yet I knew I was the better man for holding the privilege of her friendship. However, she had passed out of my life, and across the seas I would have other things to think of than the memory of my platonic friend ship with Doris D'Entrangues. It was close upon sunset when I entered the San Piero gate, and found myself in Florence, and in a difficulty at the same time, in consequence of my wearing a sword. 1 luckily, however, remembered that La Palisse, the French leader, was then in the city, and explaining that I was from the army at Arezzo with a message to him, in quired particularly his abode, which Iwa told was in the palace of the exiled Medici in the Via Larga. It so happened that La Palisse was in constant communication with Tremouille, and this and my confident bear ing imposed upon the guards. I supple mented my argument with a couple of crowns, and they let me pass without fur ther parley. It will thus be seen that, what ever the regulations may have been, they were easily broken. Indeed I found later on that they were, even at that time, a dead letter, and that the zeal of the guards was merely inspired by the prospect of making something out of me, which they did on this occasion. I knew Florence very well, having been there under circumstances very differ ent to the present but as I hurried along the crowded streets, I began to feel I was somewhat uncertain as to whither the roads led. I judged it prudent, however, not to make inquiries, but kept my eyes on the sharp lookout for a hostel suitable to my purse, which was diminishing at a fearful rate. I stopped for awhile at a street stall to satisfy my hunger with a cake of wheat and a glass of milk, a wholesome, but un palatable beverage, and entered into conver station with the stall-keeper. It came out that I was in a difficulty about a lodging, and the man promptly told me where one could be procured, and added to his kind ness, seeing 1 was apparently a stranger to the place, by directing his son, a small bare legged urchin, to guide me to the Jjouse, which, he said, was an old palace of the Albizzi, that had passed into the hands of the banker Nobili, and was rented out in ten ements. Heaven only knows through what by lanes and alleys the imp led me, chattering like an ape the whilst but at last we reached the house which lay in the street di Pucci. An arrangement was soon entered into with the person in charge, and 1 paid in advance for two weeks the small rent asked for the room I took. I selected the room, because there was in it some furniture, such as a bed, a table and a couple of chairs, which, I was informed with some emphasis, had been seized from the last tenant in default of rent. I sent the boy away rejoicing, and was surprised to find the housekeeper did not depart as well but this worthy soon made it clear to me that a further payment was requisite on account of the furniture. I was too tired to haggle, so paid him the three broad pieces he wanted and bid him get mo some candles. He returned after a little delay with what I needed, and 1 may say at once that under a rough exterior 1 found this man, with all his faults, was ca pable on occasions of displaying true kindli ness of heart. I would like to pay him this tribute, for subsequently, as will be seen, we had a grave difference of opinion which ended in disaster for him. At the time this happened 1 could not but condemn him strongly, for, in order to further a plot in which lie was engaged, he tried to induce me to crime, and when, by a happy chance, I was able to frus trate his design, joined in an attempt to mur der me. I fully believe, however, now that I look back on affairs coolly, that, in common with othei's of his age, he thought it no wrong to adopt any means to further a po litical plot, whilst in the everyday observ ances of life he displayed, in an underhand manner, much virtue. [TO BE CONTINUED.] ONLY ONE MAN. The Patheti Scene W the S of a Splendid Victory. The following- touching sketch Js written by Kate Whiting !.'%tch, author of "Middleway:" "Extra! Extra!" ring the "brill voices of the newsboys. 'Xotfcuffr victor^! Extra, extra!" A young girl, hurrying through the darkening street, pauses a s?Tment to catch the glad tidings then, t&ioosing the smallest of the ragged urch«4is who instantly gather about her, she slips her pennies into his grimy hand and eager ly seizes a paper. Ten minutes more and she is flingUng open the door of a quiet room, where a grave-eyed woman sits by the window, gazing out into the autumn twilight. "Quick, mother, a light!" ring* the impetuous young- voice. "I have news from the war. Another victory, and only one man lost!" A glad cry falls from the mother's lips as she hurries to the table and xviih trembling hand lights the small lamp. Both faces are eager, strained, as the young-er woman reads rapidly the joy ful news. "Only one man lost"—she pauses and the other exclaims "Thank God!" but the paper has slipped from the daugh ter's hand, the joy has faded from her eyes, the color from her lips. Another instant and the sheet is in the mother's hands. Th sudden fear that clutohe* at her heart tells her the truth before her eyes fasten upon the fatal wortta= the name of the lost man. Th clock ticks relentlessly In the corner, the fire dies out and the ruiidy embers turn gray the light of the little lamp sinks lower and lower, link ers and is gone. Still the two women cling to each other in the darkness the silence is unbroken. Only one man Only their whole world 1—Chicago Evening News. Th of Adaptation. Lord Seaforth, who was born deaf and dumb, was one day to dine with Lord Melville. Jus before the company ar rived, Lady Melville sent into the dravw ing-room a lady of her acquainteaae who could talk with her finger^ that she might receive Lord Seaforth. Pres ently Lord Guilforth entered the room, and the lady, taking fei^a for Lord Sea forth, began to ply her fingers nimbly. Lord Guilforth did the same. They had been carrying on the conversation in this manner for ten minutes or more when Lady Melville joined them. He friend said: "Well, 1 have been talking away to this dumb man." "Dumb!*' exclaimed Lord Guilforth, "bless me. I thought you were dumb!"—Detroit Free Press. Life. He gets most out life gives most to it. Some people put out their bands to life, while others stretch forth their arms. There are people who spend their days in some little town or village, and yet live in the great expanse of a wide world while others travel from city to city, and from country to country, ys live only in the narrowed little circle of their immediate surroundings.— Truth. Colonial. Mr. Ferry—You say this secondhand chair is in the colonial style? Mrs. Ferry—Correct. "Well, it seems to be pretty well oat onlzed."—Cincinnati Enquirer. PERFECT W ••.••" |ff[ m~fl.i.HM..Mrf I CURRENT TOPICS. MILITARY surgeons of the country will meet at Kansas City, Mo., next May. A BILL to prevent the docking of horses' tails is before the Colorado senate. A PHYSICIAN declares that people sleep with their mouths shut livs longest. E Arkansas house is considering a bill to make the legal rate of interest 8 per cent. E smallest camels belong in Per sia. They are not more than 50 centi meters high. CHIXESE streets are the narrowest in the world—some of thein are only eight feet wide. E Delaware legislature has passed a law requiring that barber shops be closed on Sunday. A GERMAN law prevents proprietors of eating houses from serving beer to people eating fruit. BERLIN has the smallest elephant in the world. I is one meter high and weighs 80 kilograms. E Texas bill to exterminate prairie dogs is hung up in the senate on the point of being unconstitutional. N I A A RA river is washing away great quantities of the rock cliff and a mark ed change in the river's bed is notice able. E N WEBSTER, Birmingham Ala., threw a beer out of a window. I struck Richard Lewis, killing him in stantly. E RE are more than 70 halls in Paris devoted to fencing, each presid ed over by a fencing master more or less famous. A COMPANY has been incorporated in Connecticut, with $12,500,000 capital, to combine the silk industry of the United States. A BILL has been introduced in the Pennsylvania legislature providing for the completion of the new capitol at a cost of $4,000,000. Foolish Indeed. The Belle—A man looks awfully foolish when he's proposing. The Benedict—Yes, and they dare to taTk about "appearances being deceptive."—N. Y. Journal. Trie genuine sold only in pack ages like this. 50* per box mmk_ :.'"*t-^ womanhood depends on perfect health. Nature's rarest gifts of physical beauty vanish before pain. Sweet dispositions turn morbid and fretful. 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