Savannah morning news. [volume] (Savannah) 1868-1887, 1885-08-02

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Il should decline, my friend! Give me
one happy day in ten, and ask no morew
1T shall be given you-and something
MAY all the saints or Italy hear you,
and heaven knows they are counted in
hundredsw
'Come along" said Sarcany.
They went down a semi-crcular path
between double range of urine, and sat
themselves down on a large Roman
rose window, which had fallen fiat on the
ground.
/ AT first they remained silent. This
suited Sarcany, but it did not suit his COM
panion. And after one or two half-stifed
| yawns ZIrone broke out with;
"Tbis something that we have been
! fools enough to wait for is long time
coming"
Sarcany made no reply.
''What an idea,N continued Zirone, "to
come and look for it among these ruins
l am afraid we are on the wrong tack, my
/ friend. What are we likely to find in this
old graveyard? The spirits do not want
it when they have left their mortal car
cases behind them. When l join them |
shall not worry about dinner that is late
or supper that never comesl Let us
! get away"
sarcany, deep in thought, with his looks
I lNSl III NuCdnNN AbNGi UuNFNus
Ziroue waited few minutes without
saying anything. Then his habitual To-
/ quaoity urged him to say:
! "Sarcany" he SAID, do you know in
what form should like this something to
appear? In the form of one of those ear
lier people from Toronthal's with pocket
book stuffed full Of bank notes which he
could hand over to us on behalf of the said
! banker with n thousand apologies tor
| kaaDinO gIa waiting an IOnpc
"Lsten, ZirOne," answered Sarcany,
knitting his brows; ''tor the last time tell
you that there Is nothing 70 be hoped tor
from Silas Toronthal."
"Are you sure of that?"
Eyes; all the credit have with him is
exhausted, and to my last demands he
gave me definite refusal"
THAT Is bad"
"Very bad, but it is sov''
''GoOd, if your credit is exhausted"
continued ZirOne, sit Is because you have
had the credit And to WHAT is that due? To
your having many times placed your in
telligence and zeal at the service of his
firm in certain matters Of delicacy. now,
during the first months of our stay in
Trieste, Toronthal did not show himself
too stingy in money matters. But it is
impossible that there is not some way in
which you have hold over him, and by
threatening him"
"What, then, was to be done has already
been DONE" replied Sarcany, with a shrug
of his shoulders; land you cannot go to
him for a meall Mol l have no hold over
him now; but | may have and shall have,
and when that day comes he shall pay me
capital and compound interest for what
he has refused me to-day! l fancy his
business is under a cloud, and that he is
mixed up in several doubtful things. Sew
eral of those failures in Germany, at Ber-
lin, and Munich have had their effect in
Trieste, and Silas Toronthal seemed rather
upset when l saw him last. Let the
water get troubled, and when it is trou-
bled-"
"Qute So" exclaimed Zirone; "but
meanwhile we have only water to drink!
| Look here, Sarcany, L think you might try
one more shot at Toronthali You might
tap his cash-boX once more, and get
enough out Of it to pay our passage to
Sicily by way of Malta"
"And what should we do in SicilyW
"That Is my business. know the
country, and l can introduce to you few
Maltese, who are very tough lot, and with
them we might do something. II there is
nothing TO be done here, we might as we'll
clear out, and let this wretched banker
pay the cost. If you know anything
about him, he would rather see YOU out of
friesteP'
OdIC6uy SuOOA his uSdus
"You will see it cannot last much
longer. We have come to the end nOw,"
added ZirOne.
He rose aud stamped on the ground with
his foot, as if it were stepmOther unwill-
ing to help MIN. At the instant he did
so be caught sight of pigeon feebly fiut-
tering down just outside the inclosure.
The pigeons tired wings could hardly
move, as slowly it sank to the ground.
Tfrona without asking hTTuaqlf n
which of the hundred and seVenty-seven
species OF pigeons now known to Ornitho-
logical nomenclature the bird belong,
saw only one thing-that the species 1t
belonged to was edible.
The bird was evidently exhausted. 1t
had tried to settle on the cornice of the
cathedral. Not being able TO reach 1t, il
had dropped on TO the root of the small
niche which gave shelter TO the statue of
st. Just; but its feeble feet could not SUD-
port it there, and il had slipped on TO the
cspital OF a ruined column.
Sarcany, silent and still hardly followed
the pigeon in its flight, but ZirOne never
lost sight of it. The bird came from the
north. long journey had reduced it to
this state Of exhaustion. Evidently 1t
was bound for some more distant spot; for
Immediately started tofiy again, and the
| trajectory curve IL traced in the air COM
PEELED it 10 make fresh halt on one of
the lower branches Of the trees in the old
cemetery.
Zirone resolved to catch it, and quietly
ran of to the tree. He soon reached
the gnarled trunk, climbed up it TO the
fork, and then waited mOtionless and mute
like dog pointing at the game perched
above his head.
L The pigeon did not see him, and made
another start; but its strength again
failed it, and few PAGES from the tree it
fell into the grass.
To jump 10 the ground, stretch
out his hands, and seize the
bird was the work of an in
tant for the sicilian. And quite naturally
he was about TO wiring It's neck, when he
stopped. gave a shout of surprise, and
ran back 10 Sarcany.
"a carrier plgeOnw he said.
swell, il is a carrier that has done his
carrying" replied Sarcany.
"Perhaps So" said Zir0ne, "and all the
worse for those who are waiting for the
message"
"a messagep' exclaimed sarcany.
''Wait, Zrone, waitl Give him re-
prleyeW
And he stopped his companion, who had
again caught hold of the neck. Then he
took the tiny packet, opened it, and drew
forth-a oryptogram.
Tue message contained only eighteen