The Princeton union., 1881-08-25

she laid her wreath on his knee; the roses
SO carefully preserved have long withered
but the truth and love which accompanied
the gift, as her proud husband saws, almost
equal, even while on earth, to those angels
among whom, in heaven, he shall see ,he1
see her at last, no longer blind.
FALLEN AMONG THIEVES.
From the London World.
Jack Brittleby, Lord Bareleigh's fiftl
son, was on the verge of of general smasl
up when he encountered. at the Cercle d,
Ia Mediterranee, at Nice, Lazerus B
Spadge, the owner of silver mine al Ne.
vada. This Spadge was downright cad
but money flew off his finger-tips like
sparks off grindstone. He had made
been hostler, bruiser. convict, soldier
keeper Of liquor bar, and finally mining
tramp. He had left England at the age al
fifteen on an emigrant ship with his par
ents; at twenty he was fighting as private
on the confederate side; at twenty two he
had deserted, and was a lieutenant in the
federal army; at thirty he was in Sing Sing
under sentence of five years for murder
and robbery; at thirty five he was in the
insurance line Of businesss,' that is to say
that he bought ramshackle houses, filed
with grSmcrack furniture, Insured them fol
ten times their value, anttthen set fire to
them; at forty, after new term in goal, he
was keeping the liquor bar ct Jim's Gulch,
but had to fly suddenly to escape lynching,
on account of two travellers having been
found dead behind hist iemises with empty
pockets. At folty-one having bought a
claim" (supposed to be "lsed up ~ from a
despondent Irishman for bottle of whisky
he had Struck silver the same dav (Which
led by-the-bye, to his being obliged to shoot
the Irishnan. who wanted to cry off from
the barga5n), and now, at the age of forty
three, he was back again in Europe. travel
ing like prince, with fortune estimated
at million dollars year.
Lazarus B. Spadge was not one of your
lantern -jawed, goat.bearded Yankees, who
twang speech through their nostrils, as if
they had learned TO talk by listening to a
banjo. Ee did speak with slight twang,
and used slang that was often. quite incom-
prehensiBle; but on the whole he had pre-
served many of the characteristics of his
Anglo Saxon blood. He was tall, stout,
broad sheuldered fellow, with fsinging of
orange whiskers and beard round his face,
and clean shavel upper lis,. He dressed
in tight sEtting, horsey clothes, the result of
his early profession as hosaer ,and he looked
somewhat like jolly stage-coachman Of
old days. He always wore a white hat and
long, whity- brown top-coat The corner
of red silk handkerchief peeped out of
his breast pocket, and his hands were Gov
cred with dogskins Tie French gentle
men among whom he had been spending
his money most freely in Paris and at Nice
looked upon him as a fine specimen of the
American Milford" though he disguised
them somewhat by chewing Virginia tobac-
co and expectorating on carpets wall papers,
polished steel fenders-anywhere in short.
Jack Brittleby had little taste for card
playing, but he had come to Nice as last
desperate venture, thinking he might by
some hazard pick up enough at Monaco and
the Cercle to carry him throagh the next
season. If the truth must be told, he was
not without SOME ugly desire of trying a
neat trick which he had learned of Lon
don conjurer, to insure two or three safe
deals at baccarat He was fairly on his
beam ends, poor wretch. His father, who
was impecunious, had sworn not to give
him another sixpence beyond his $500 a
year, SO that Jack was only holding on to
his commission in the Hussars by the skin
Of his teeth. The particular hobby that
had brought him to grief was plunging on
the turf
Lazarus B. Spadge had been holding the
bank at bac. one night, when he heard
some one behind him say: "Here's Brittle
by" He gave slight start, but went on
making any amount of money, then passed
the bank, and slouched mp to Jack, who
had not yet commenced play, but was sit
ting in an armchair. chewing o toothpick,
"Guess you're Mr. Brittleby?.
II am; and you are Mr.. Spadge?'
You've about fixed it. How's old Bare
leigh getting on? reckon it's tarnally
chawed up at this time,"
Are you alluding to my father or the
estate? Both are pretty well, thank you
Darn it! I'll go and see the old place.
was born there; and the first cowhiding ]
ever got was from your fathers under
keeper. Joe Barberry. Darn him!--a bully
chap he war for setting night traps to catch
pheasants?"
| These are pleasant recollections,'
have keepers of your own now2"
aCome and have dlink," said Mr.
Spadge, drawing out gold watch resem-
bling small warming pan. ..Guess you'll
have time enough to play by-and- bye
| What,n yer name cocktail, eye-opener
sudden death? A long drink OF short 'un?
| Thanks. I'll take a soda and brandy?",
Reckon you like long drinks I drink
short bet. Garsong, take this gentle.
mans order: and bring me tumbler fu' Of
whisky, right away, darn yer; and dom
stand goggling there, as if ye'd ten-foo
pole down your throatp
The result of the little wet" which Jacl
and Lazarus Spadge had together was tina
they became good friends. Jack would
have sworn amity to the devil at tha
moment, it he could have seen chance o
fleeing him. He played at bac. for
couple of hours, and lost e2oO. all tn
money he had, except e2O note to carr,
him home. But he was staying in the sam
i hotel as the American, and next mornin
ne saw that worthy in the breakfast
room tacklinga q steak soused with peppe
/ and chutney.