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Ill- sheltering darkness of the spectacles 1 wore pre vented tiitn from noticing the searching scrutiny of my fixed gaze. His face was shadowed by a tinge of melancholy his eyes were thoughtful and al most sad. "Von loved hitn well then in spite of bis foolish ness?" I said. lie roused himself from tin pensive mood into which he had fallen, and smiled. "Loved him? No! Certainly not— nothing so strong as lhat! 1 liked him lsiirly—he bought several pictures of mo— a poor artist has always some sort of regard for the man who buys bis works. Yes, 1 liked him well ('p.)iigh-till he married." "Ha! I suppose his wife camp be tween you? He flushed slightly and drank oil' the remainder of his cog nac in haste. "Yes," he replied briefly, "she came between us. A man is never quite the Name ufler marriage. Kin we have been sitting a long time here-shall we walk?" He was evidently anxious to change Hie subject. 1 rose slowly as though my joints were stiff with age. ami drew out my watch, a tiliely jeweled one. to see the time. It was past nine o'clock. "I'erliaps." I said addressing him. '"you will accompany me as far as my bote). I am compelled to retire early as a rule, I sutler much from a chron ic complaint of the eyes, as you per ceive," here touching my spectacles, iind 1 can not endure much ariilicial light. We can talk furl her on our way. Will you u'ive nie a chance of seeing your pictures? I shall esteem myself liappy to be one of your patrons." "A thousand thanks'." he answered gaily.-- I will show you my poor at tempts with pleasure should you find Jinything among Ihein to gratify your taste, 1 shall of course be honored. Kilt, thank heaven! 1 am not as greedy il patronage as I used to be-in fact I intend resigning the profession alio gether in about six months or so." "Indeed! Are you coming into a for tune?" 1 asked carelessly. "Well,—not exactly," he answered lightly— "I am going to marry one— Hint is almost the same thing, is it. not'/" "Precisely: I congratulate yon!" I said studiously indilfereiit ami slight ly bored tone though my heart pulsed fiercely with the torrent of wrath pent up within it. I understood his mean ing well. I11 six months he purposed marrying my wife. Six morths was lie shortest possible interval that could he observed, according to social etiquette, between the death of one liusl and and the wedding of another. Mild even that was so short as to be lmrely decent. Six months -yet in that space of time much might happen, things undreamt of and undesired slow tortures carefully measured out, and punishment sudden and heavy! Wrapped in these sombre mus ings I walked beside him in profound silence. The moon shone brilliantly groups of girls danced 011 the shore with their lovers, to the sound of a llute and mandolin—far off across the bay the sound of sweet and plaintive Ringing floated from some boat in the distance, to our ears—the evening breathed of beauty, peace and love. Kilt I—m.v fingers quivered with re strained longing to lie at the throat of the graceful liar who sauntered so easily anil confidently beside me. Ah, lieaveil, if he only knew! If he could liave realized the truth, would his face have worn unite so careless a smile, —would his manner have been quite so free and dauntless? Stealthily I glanced at him—he was humming a tune softly under his bieatli, lint feel ing instinctively, I suppose that my eyes were upon him. lie interrupted the melody and tun ed to me with the question. "You have traveled far and much, Conte?" "I have.' "And in what country have you found the most beautiful women?" "I'arilon me. young sir," I answered coldly, "the business of life lias separ- Diit I—My FinflrerH Quivered With IteNtrnlned Lomclng to b* nt the Tlirout of the UnKratefnl Liar. ated me almost entirely from feminine society. I lmve devoted myself exelu «dvely to the amassing of wealth, un derstanding thoroughly that gold is the key to all tilings, even to woman's love,—-if 1 desired that latter commo dity, which I do not,—I fear that I scarcely know a fair face from a plain •one—I never was attracted by women, and now at my ago, with my settled habits I am not likely to alter my op inions concerning them—and I frankly •confess those opinions are the reverse of favorable." Ferrari laughed. "You remind me of Fnhio!" he srtid. "He used to talk in that strain before hp -was married— THE STORVTIpONE FORGOTTEN though lie was young and had none of I tIn? experiences which may have made you cynical, route! Kut he altered his ideas very rapidly—and no wonder!" "Is his wife so very lovely then?" 1 asked. 'Very! Delicately, daintily, beauti ful. Kut 110 doubt you will sec her for yourself:—as a friend of her late hus band's faiher, you will call upon her, will you not?" "Why should I?" 1 said gruffly. "I have 110 wish to meet her! Hcsides. an inconsolable widow seldom cares to re ceive visitors —I shall not intrude upon her sorrows!" Never was there a hoiter move than this show of utter indifference 1 af fected. The less 1 appeared to care about seeing the Countess Komani, the more anxious Ferrari was to in to my wife! .)—ami he set to work pre paving his own doom with as siduous ardor. "Oh, but you must see her!"he ex claimed eagerly. "She will receive you, I am sure, as a special guest. Your age, and your former acquaint ance with her late husband's family, will win from her tin utmost cour tesy, believe me. Kesidcs she is not really inconsolable! ." He paus ed suddenly. We have arrived at the entrance to my hotel. I looked at him steadily. "Not really inconsolable?" I repeated in a tone of inquiry. Ferrara broke into a forced laugh. "Why 110!" he said. "What would you? She is young and light hearted.- perfectly lovely and ill the fulness of youth and health, one cannot expect her to weep long, especially for a man she did not care for." I ascended the hotel steps. "Pray, ccnie in!'' I said with tin inviting 111 ve inent of my hand. "You must take a glass of wine before you leave. And •Sl she did not care for him, you say? Kncouratred by my friendly invita tion and manner. Ferrari became more at his case than ever, and hooking his arm through mine as we crossed through the broad passage of the hotel together, he replied in a confidential tone 'My dear Conte, how can a woman love a man who is forced upon her by her father for the sake of the money he gives her? As I told you before im bue friend was utterly insensible to the beauty of his wife—he was cold as a stone, and prefened his books. Then naturally she had 110 love for liiin!" Ky this time we had reached my apartments, and as I threw open the door I saw that Ferrari was talcing in with a critical eye tlit* costly fittings and luxurious furniture. In answer to his last remark. 1 said with a chilly smile: "And as I told you before, my dear Signor Ferrari. I know nothing what ever about women, and care less than nothing for Iheir loves or hatreds. I have til ways thought of llieni more or less as playful kittens, who purr when they are stroked the right way, and scream and scratched when Iheir tails are trodden on. Try this Muntepul ciano!" lie accepted the glass I proffered hi 111. and tasted the wine with the air of a connoisseur. "Hxquisitc!" lie murmured, sipping it lazily. "You are lodged en prince here. Conic! 1 envy you!" "You need not." I answered. "You a a a a as you have hinted to me,—love: all these things are better than wealth, so people say. At any rate youth and health are good things,—love I have no belief in. As for me I am a mere luxurious animal, loving comfort and and case beyond anything. 1 have had many trials—I now take my rest in my own fashion." "A very excellent and sensible fash ion?" smiled Ferrari, leaning his head back on the satin cushions of the easy chair into which Jr. had thrown him self. "Do you know. Cente, now 1 look at you well. I think you must have been very handsome when you were young! You have a superb figure!" I bowed stiltly. 'You (hitter me Sig nor! I believe I never was specially iiiil cons, but looks in a man always'rank second to strength, and of strength I have plenty yet remaining." "1 do not doubt it." he returned, still regarding me attentively with 1111 ex pression in which there was the faint est shadow of uneasiness. "It is an idd coincidence, you will say, hut 1 find a most extraordinary resemblance in the height and car riage of the figure to that of my late friend Itoinani." 1 poured SOUK wine out for myself with a steady hand and drank it. "Keally?" I answered. "I am glad if 1 remind you of him. if the remind er is agreeable. Kut all tall men are much alike so far as figure goes, pro viding they are well made." Ferrari's brow was contracted In a musing frown and lie answered not. He still looked at me, and 1 returned his look without embarrassment. Fi nally he roused himself, smiled nnd finished drinking his glass of Monte puleiano. Then he rose to go. "You will permit me to mention your name to the Countess Komani, I hope?" he said cordially. "I am cer tain she will receive you, should you desire it." 1 feigned a sort of vexation, and made an abrupt movement of impa tience. "The fact is," I paid at last, "I very much dislike talking to women. They are always illogical, and their frivolity wearies me. But you have been so friendly that I will give yoi. a mes- .sage for the countess, if you have nn objectinn to deliver it. 1 should lie sorry to trouble you unnecessarily, ami you perhaps will not have nu op jsorlunity of seeing her for many days'/" lie colored slightly and movcil un easily. Then with kind of effort lie replied: "On tlii! contrary, I am going to see her this very evening. I assure you it send. "Oh, it is 110 greeting," I continued calmly, noting the various signs of embarrassment in his manner with a •.•1 refill eye. "It is a mere message, which, however, may enable you to understand why I was anxious to see the young 111:111 who is dead, lu my early manhood the elder Count Ito inani did me an inestimable service. 1 never forgot his kindness my mem ory is exiraordmarly tenacious of both benefits and injuries and 1 have always desired to repay it 111 some suitable manner. I have with me a few jewels of almost priceless value: 1 have myself collected them, and 1 reserved them as a present to the son of my old friend, simply as a trifling souvenir, or expression of gratitude for past favors received from his fam ily. Ilis sudden death has deprived me of the pleasure of fultilling this intention but as the jewels are quite useless to me. 1 am perfectly willing to hand them over to the Countess Komani. should she care to have theiu. They would have been hers had her husband lived they should be hers now. if you, signor. will report these facts to her. and learn her wishes with respect to the matter 1 shall be much indebted to you." "I shall be delighted to obey you." replied Ferrari courteously, rising at the same time to take leave. "I am proud to be the bearer of so pleasing an errand. Keautiful women love jew els, and who shall blame them? Kriglit eyes ami diamonds go well together. A riverderci. Signor Conte. 1 trust we shall meet often." "I have 110 doubt we shall," I an swered quietly. CIIAI'TUR XIII. will lie a pleasure to nie to convey to I make 110 exception in favor of ladies, her any greeting you may desire to however fascinating they may lie. He shook hands cordially I respond ed to his farewell salutations with the brief coldness which was now my habitual manner, and we parted. From jJ(. the window of my saloon I could see him sauntering easily down the hotel steps anil llienee .along the street. How 1 cursed him .as he stepped jauntily on: how I hated his debonair grace and easy manners! 1 watched the even poise of his handsome head anil shoulders, I noted the assured tread, the air of conscious vanity, the whole demeanor of the man bespoke his perfect self-satisfaction nnd his absolute confidence in the brightness of the future that awaited him. when lhat stipulated six months of pre tended mourning for my untimely death should have expired, once as he walked on his way he turned and paused looking back he raised his hat to enjoy the coolness of the breeze 011 his forehead and hair. The light of the 1110011 fell I"nil on his features and showed tlicin ill prolile like a linely eut cameo against the dense dark-blue lKickgrouud of the evening sky. I gazed at him with a sort of grim fas cination—the fascination of a hunter for the stag when it stands at bay, just before he draws his knife across its throat. He was in my power lie had deliberately thrown himself in the trap I had set for him. He lay at the mercy of one in whom there was 110 mercy. He had said and done nothing to deter nie from my settled plans. Had lie shown the least tenderness of recollection for me as Fnhio Komani, his friend and benefactor, had he hal lowed my memory by one generous word, had he expressed one regret, for my loss, I might have hesitated. I might have somewhat changed my course of action so that punishment should have fallen more lightly 011 him than 011 her. For I kuew well enough that she, my wife, was the worst sinner of the two. Had she chosen to respect herself, not all the forbidden love in the world could have touched her honor. Therefore the least sign of compunction or affection from Ferarri for me. his supposed dead friend, would have turned the scale in liis favor, and in spite of his treach ery, remembering how she must have encouraged him, I would at least have spared him torture. Kut no sigii had been given, 110 word had been spoken, there was no need for hesitation or pity and I was glad or it! All this I thought as I Wiitched him standing bareheaded in the moonlight on liis way home to—whom? To my wife, of course. 1 knew that well enough. He was going to console her widow's tears to soothe her aching heart, a good Samaritan in very earnest! He moved, he passed slowly out of sight. I waited till I had seen the last glimpse of his retreating figure, and then 1 left the window satisfied with m.v day's work. Vengeance had be gun- T.'ITE early in the next day Ferrari called to see me. I was at break fast. He apolo lno 1, 1 peiled to obey. We men are the slaves of women." "Not always," I said drily, os I mo tioned him to take a seat—"tnere are exceptions,—myself for instance. Will you have some coffee? Thanks, I have already brc-akfast- *'le ed. l'ray. do not let me in your way. my errand is soon done. The countess wishes nie to say:—" "You saw her last night?" I inter rupted him. He flushed slightly. "Yes—that is— for a few miuulcs only. gave her cal tone, "it is seldom I receive so tempting an invitation! I regret that I !*\, cannot accept it, at least not at pres- ent. Make my compliments* the tody, ™uldf and toll lior so in wliate\cr sugared lorin of yords you may think best lil ted so please her ears." Lie looked surprised and puzzled. "Do you really mean," he said, witli a tinge of hateur in his accents, "that you will not visit her—thai you refuse her request?" 1 smiled. "I really mean, m.v dear Signor Ferrari, that being always ac customed to have my own way, I can have business In Naples—it claims my 1 first and attention. Winn! it is transacted 1 may possibly try a few frivolities for a change—at present I am unlit for the society of the fair sex, 1111 old battered traveler as you see, brusque, and unaccustomed to polite lying. Kut I promise you 1 will prac tice suave manners and a court bow for the countess when 1 can spare time to cull upon her. In the mean while I trust to you to make her a suitable .and graceful apology for my non-appearance." Ferrari's puzzled and vexed expres sion gave way to a smile.—finally he laughed aloud. "I'pon my word!" he exclaimed gaily, "you are really 11 re markable mail. Conte! You are ex tremely cynical! I am almost inclined to believe that, you positively hate women." '(»h. by 110 means! Nothing so strong passion. —to hate well one must first have loved. No, no,—1 do not find women worth hilling—I am simply In different to them. They seemed to me merely one of tin* burdens Imposed 011 man's existence—graceful, neatly packed. light burdens in appearance but in truth, terribly heavy and soul crushing." I "Yet many accept I held up the stone of the peach I had just eaten— "the fruit is devoured— what remains? A stone with a bitter Ferrari shrugged his shoulders. •I cannot agree with you. Count." he said, "but 1 will not agree with you. From your point of view you may be right—but when one is young, and life stretches before you like a fair pleas lire ground, love and the smile of a woman are like sunlight falling 011 flowers. You. too. must have fell this —in spite of what you say, there must have been a time in your life when you also loved!" "Oh, I have had my fancies, of course!" I answered with an indilfer cut la ugh.--"The woman 1 fancied turned out to be a saint,—I was not worthy of her.—at least so I was told! At any rale I was so convinced of her \irtue and my own unworthiness,— that 1 left her." He looked surprised. "An odd reason surely, for resigning her. was it not?" "Very odd,—very unusual—but suf ficient one for me. l'ray let us talk of They ore trifle*, I nnlil cnrelexNly. something more interesting—your pic tures, for Instance. When may I see them?" 'When you please," he answered readily,—though I fear they are scarce ly worth a visit. 1 have not worked much lately. I really doubt whether I have any that will merit your notice." "You underrate your own powers, Signor," I stiid with formal politeness. "Allow me to call at your studio this afternoon. I have a few minutes to spare between three and four o'clock if that time will suit you." "It will suit me admirably," he said, with a look of gratification —"but I fear you will be disappointed. 1 as sure you I am no artist." 1 smiled. I knew that well enough. But I made no reply to his remark.— 1 said, "Regarding the matter of the jewels for the Countess Komani,— would you care to see tliein?" "I should indeed," lie answered "they are unique specimens. I think?" "I believe so," answered, and go ing to an escritore in the corner of the room. I unlocked it and took out it massive carved oaken jewel-crest of square shape, which I had made in Palermo. It contained a necklace of gized for" disturb- rubies and diamonds, with brace in,, „i. ,i let to match, and pins for the hair,— "But," he explained frankly, "the 1 rose^r'lliants, and the pearl pendant Countess Komani laid such urgent found in the vault. A11 the commands upon me that I was com- also a sapphire ring, a cross of line L'f gems, with the exception of this pend ant. had been reset by a skilful jewel er in Palermo, who had acted under my srperititendence—and Ferrari ut tered an exclamation of astonishment and admiration as lie lifted the glit tering toys out one by one, and noted ze an(* coun 1 such burdens glad- ly!" interrupted Ferrari, with a smile. 1 glanced at him keenly. "Men seldom attain the mastery over their own passions," I replied: "they are in haste to seize every apparent pleasure that, conies in their way. l.ed by a hot animal impulse which they call love, they snatch at a woman's beauty as a greedy schoolboy snatches I ripe fruit—and when possessed, what I is it worth? Here is its emblem"—and brilliancy of the precious stones. "They are trifles," I said carelessly— "but they may please a woman's taste —and they amount to a certain fixed value. You would do me a great ser vice if you consented to take them to ?s your message. She thanks you, and accept them as heralds of my fortli desires me (0 tell you that she cannot coming visit. I am sure you will know think of receiving the jewels unless ,, persua.de her to take what you will first honor her by a visit. unquestionably have been hers, She is not at home to ordinary callers Jla\ husband lived. I hey are real in consequence of her recent bereave- "er Property—she must not refuse ment—but TO you—SO old a friend of to receive what is her own. her husband's family, a hearty wel- Ferrari hesitated and looked at me come will be accorded earnestly. bowed stiffly. "X am extremely flat- "You will visit her-she may rely on tered!" I said in a somewhat sarcasti- your mlyn'a c?!DlnB f? me—tell her £Sr a s7ntJe hnPfi'' i» ®cem. 1 v®fy anxious a,^ .,wVy? .... .. once, that it 0 ^rtnnnyZ thank you for so munificent and splen did a gift—nnd unless she kuew she could do so. I am certain she would not accept. It." "Make yourself quite easy," I an swered. "SJ-lC shall thank nie to her heart's content. I give you my word that within a few days I will call upon the lady in fact, you said you would introduce me 1 accept your oll'er." Hi seemed delighted, and seizing my hand shook It cordially. "Then in that case 1 will'gladly take the jewels to her," he exclaimed* "And 1 may say, count, that had you search ed the whole world over, you could not lmve found one whose '."fluty was more fitted to show ofT to advantage. 1 assure yotl her loveliness is of a most exquislic character." "No doubt." I said drily. "I take your word for it. I am 110 Judge of a fair face or form. And now, my good friend, do not think me churlish if I request you to leave me I11 solitude for the present. Kctween 3 and 4 o'clock I shall lie at your studio." He rose at once to take his leave. I placed the oaken box of jewels in the leathern case which had been made to contain it. strapped and locked it, and handed it to iiim. together with its key. He was profuse in his compli ments and thanks almost obsequious, in truth: and I discovered another de feet in liis character—a defect which. as his friend in former days, I had guessed nothing of. 1 saw that very little encouragement would make him a toady—a fawning servitor on the wealthy, .and in our old time of friend ship I had believed him to bo above till such mealiness, but rather ol" .1 manly, independent nature that scorn ed hypocrisy. Thus are we deluded, even by our nearest nnd dearest—and it is well or ill for us. I wonder, when we are at last undeceived? Is not the destruction of illusion worse that il lusion itself? 1 thought so, as my I quondam friend clasped my hand in farewell that morning. What would I not have given to believe in him as I I once did? I held open the door of my room tis he passed out, carrying the box of jewels for my wife, nnd as 1 bade him a brief adieu, the^well-worn story of Tristram and ICIng Mark came to my mind. He. Outdo, like Tristram, would in a short space clasp the gemmcil necklace round the throat I of one iis fair and false as the fabled Iseulte. and I—should I figure as the wronged king? How does the Knglisli laureate pul it in his idyll on the sub ject? "'Mark's way.' said Mark, and clove him through the brain." Too sudden and sweet a death by far for such a traitor! The Cornish king should have known how to tor 111 re his betrayer. 1 knew—and I mod iliilecl deeply on every point of my design as I sat alone for au hour after Ferrari had left me. I had many things to do I had resolved 011 making myself a personage of Importance iti Naples, and I wrote several letters and sent out visiting cards 1.0 certain well established families of distinction as necessary preliminaries to the re suit I had in view. That day. too. I engaged a valet—a silent and discreet 1 Tuscan named Vinecnzo I'lamma. He was an admirably trained servant—he never asked questions—was to digni fied to gossip, and rendered me instant and iinplicite obedience: in fact, he was a gentleman in his way, with far better manners than many who-lay claim to that title. He entered upon his duties at once, and never did I know him to neglect the most trifling thing that could add to my satisfac tion or comfort. I11 making arrange ments with liiin and in attending to I various little matters of business the hours slipped rapidly away, and in the afternoon, at time appointed, I made my way to Ferrari's studio. I knew it of ohi: I hud 110 need to consult Hit card he had left with nie on which the address was written. It was a queer, quaintly built place, situated at the top of au ascending road: its win dows command an extensive view of Hie bay and the surrounding scenery. Many and many a happy hour had I passed there before my marriage, reading sonic favorite book or watch ing Ferrari as he painted his crude landscapes and figures, most of which I had good-naturedly purchased as soon as completed. The little porch. over-grown with jessamine, looked strangely and sorrowfully familiar to my eyes, ami my heart experienced a sickening pang of regret for the past, as I pulled the bell and heard the lit tle tinkling sound to which I was so well accustomed. Ferrari himself opened the door to me with eager ra pidity. lie looked excited and radi ant. "Come in. come in," he cried, with effusive cordiality. "You will find I everything in confusion, but pray ex euse it. It is some time since I had any visitors. Mind the steps, conte, the place is rather dark just here every one stumbles at this particular corner." 1 So talking, and laughing as lie talk- 1 ed, he escorted me up the short nar row flight of stairs to the light airy room where he usually worked. Rhine ing round it I saw at once the evi dences of the neglect and disorder. He had certainly not been there for many days, though lie had made an at tempt to arrange it tastefully for my reception. On the table stood a large vase of flowers grouped with artistic elegance I felt instinctively that my wife liaii put them there. I noticed that Ferrari had begun nothing new. 1 All the finished and unfinished studies I saw and recognized directly. 1 seat ed myself in an easy chair and looked at my betrayer with a calmly critical eye. Tie was what the English would call "got up for effect." Though in black, he had donned a velvet coat in stead of the cl"th one he had worn in tlie morning. He lind a single white japonica in his buttonhole, his face was pale and liis eyes unusually brill iant. He looked his best—I admitted it, and could readily understand how an idle. plen°ure-seeklng feminine ani mal might be easily attracted by the purely physical beauty of his form and features. I spoke a part of my thoughts alond: "You are "ft oily an artist by pro fessinn, F'snor Fcrari, you are one also in i" pi-aranc." 1 lie flur'ieil slight' ,• and smiled. "Yen are very amiable to say so," he repiie I, his pleased vanity display ing itself ct once in the expression of Ids face. "But I am well aware thai you llatter me. By the way, before I forget it. must tell you that I ful filled your commission." "To the Countess Komani?" "Fxnct'y. I cannot describe to you her astonishment and delight at the splendor and brilliancy of those fwjels ,vou Bent her. It was really pretty to watch her inuoceut satisfaction." 1 laughed. "Marguerite and the 'jewel-song' in Faust, 1 suppose, with new scenerv and effects?" 1 asked with a slight sneer, lie bit his lip and looked an noyed. But he answered quietly: 1 "I see, you must have your joke, conte but remember that: if you place the countess in the position of Mar guerite you, as the giver of the jewels, naturally play the part of Mepliis*.' topheles." "And you will be Faust, of course!'' I said gaily. "Why, we might mount the opera, with a few supernumeraries and astonish Naples by our perform ance. What say you? But let us come to business. I like the picture you have on the easel there—mav 1 see it more closely?" He drew it nearer If was a showy landscape with the light of the sunset upon it. It was reallyshrdllllfl.K a upon it. It was badly done but I praised it wiirmly and purchased it for 50(1 francs. Four other sketches of a similar nature were then produced. lie »lr»'iv it nearer. I bought these also. Ky the time we had got through these matters Ferrari was in the best of humors. He oflercd nie spine excellent wine and partook' of it himself he talked incessantly,'' and diverted me extremely, though niy inward amusement was not caused by the witty brilliancy of his conversa tion. No. 1 was only excited, to a" sense of savage humor by the novelty of the position in which we two itieii stood. Therefore I listened to him at tentively. applauded his anecdotes—' all of which 1 had heard before—ad mired his jokes, and fooled his egotis tical soul till he had no shred of self respect remaining. He laid his nature bare before me: and I knew wiut It was .MI last: a mixture of selfishness, avarice, sensuality and henrtlessness, tempered now and then by a Hash of good nature and sympathetic aitiac ti"ii which were the mere outcome of youth and physical health-110 more. This was the man I had loved this fellow who told coarse stories only worthy of a common pot house, and* who revelled in wit of a high and questionable flavor. This conceited, cmpty-hcadcd. muscular piece of hu manity was the same being for whom I had cherished so chivalrous and loy-" al a tenderness! Our conversation^ was broken in upon at last by the1, sound of approaching wheels. A cir-ij rlage was heard ascending the voe.d it came nearer it stopped at the door.. I set down the glass of wine I lmdt just raised to my lips and looked at." Ferrari steadily. HORSE FOLLOWED FUXKIIALS. A LOUIHVIIIV Steed That Canned t-„ "You expect other visitors?" I in-? quired. He seemed embarrassed, smiled, and hesitated. "Well—I am not sure—but—" The bell rang. With a word of apology Ferrari hurried away to answer it. I' sprang from my chair. 1 knew, 1 felt who was coming. I steadied my nerves by a strong effort. 1 controlled the rapid beating of my heart and fixing my dark glasses more closely over my eyes. I drew myself erect and waited calmly. I heard Ferrari ascending the stairs. A light step accompanied his heavier footfall. lie spoke to liis com panion in whispers. Another Instant and lie flung the door of the studio wide open with the haste nnd rever ence due for the entrance of a queen. There wiis a soft rustle of silk—a deli-3 ciite breath of perfume on the air, and then 1 stood face to face with niy wife! (To Be Continued.) 7 I I I MlNtrfNH Deep Mortification. "Some years ugo," sa'.d Aid. James C. Gilbert of Louisville, to a reporter_ for the Courier-Journal, "I had a ten- .. ant down town who died, leaving a*j wife and helpless family. Their only?: property consisted of an old mare, and more to oblige tlieni than anything else I bought the horse. She was gen- :, tie and my wife adapted l:e1- lor lierjj. own driving, and was much p.t.i-cil for a while, as the old ma u.is so(f^ gentle that my wife cou drive ber.| about town herself. "It seemed, however, that the nuire^ had once belonged to au old lady over in New Albany who had a mania on the subject of funerals, and made point never to miss one. The old." mare's principal occupation for years had been to follow funeral processions-^ to the cemeteries. One day my wife" was driving down the street, when she suddenly-encountered a negro fu-„ neral, followed by a number of focie-" ties,"with all the paraphernalia ol art''* imposing cortege. 1 "The old mare recognized the pro cession at a glance, and calmly turned into the line of the parade. In vain my wife tugged at the reins and tried: to turn out. The old mare knew her business, and with head hung down, solemnly followed close behind the mourners. Occasionally they would meet an acquaintance of ours, and:, they looked with surprise at the trib ute which my wife was. apparently paying the deceased, until my wife was frantic with mortification and an ger. "At every crossing she wou'd appeal to bystanders to stop the old mare, but ', .they didn't seem to understand, until at last they passed a policeman, who, in response to my wife's tearful ap peals, stopped, the old mare and drag ged her out of the processlor. much to her surprise and disgust. O. coiuse I had a good laugh over it. it was no laughing matter with 1. 'e, and I had no peace till I sold t' ,d mure and got her out of eight for VMOO."