The midland journal. (Rising Sun, Md.) 1885-1947, 1885-12-11
whose name is intimately connected
with the Development Of this history.


Zirone, was man faithless and lawless
"a Thoroughbred adventures, ever
ready at the call Of him who could pay
him well, until he met with him who
could pay him better. to undertake any
task whatever. OF 6icihan birth and in
his thirtieth year, he was capable of
suggesting villainy as Of carrying it
into effect He might have told people
where he had been born had he known
bat he never willingly said where he
lived or If he lived anywhere. It was in
Sicily that the chances Of Bohemien life
had made him acquainted with Sarcany.
And henceforth they had gone through
the world. trying per fac st aetas to make
living by their wits. Zirone was o
large, bearded man, brown in complex
ion and black Of hair, taking much
pains to hide the look of the scoundrel
which would persist in revealing itself
IN spite of oil his efforts. In vain he
tried TO conceal his real character be-
meath his exuberant volubility, and,
being Of rather cheerful temperament,
he was just as talkative about himself %
his younger companion was reserved.
To-day, however, Zirone was very
moderate in what he had to say. He
was obviously anxious about his dinner.
The night before fortune had been I'M.
kind 10 them at the gaming table, and
the resources of Sarcany had been
exhausted. What they were to do next
neither knew. They could only reckon
on chance, and as that Providence OF
the Beggars did not seek them out OF
the mole of San Carlo, they decided tc
go in search of it along the streets Of
the new town.
There, up and down the squares,
quays and promenades on both 8; dss OF
the harbor leading to the grand canal
which runs through Trieste, there goes,
comes, throngs hastens and tears along
in the fury OF business population of
some 20, 600 inhabitants Of italian origin,
whose mother tongue is lost in cosmo-
politan concert of all the sailors, traders,
workmen and officials, who shout and
chatter in English, German, French or
Sclave. Although this new town is rich.
it by no means follows that oil who tread
its streets are fortunate. No! Even
the wealthiest could hardly compete
with the foreign merchants English,
Armenian, Greeks and Jews-who lord
it ut Trieste, and whose sumptuous es-
Establishments would do no discredit to
the capital of Austria Hungary. But,
beyond these, how many are the poorer
folks wandering from morning to night
along the busy streets. bordered with
lofty buildings closed like strong rooms,
where lie the goods of all descriptions
attracted to this free port, so happily
placed ut the farthest corner of the
Adriatic! How many there are, break
fastless and dinnerless, lettering on the
quays where the vessels of the wealth.
lest shipping firm Of the Continent-the
Austrian Lloyds-are unloading the
treasures brought from every part of the
world How many outcasts there are,
such rs are found in London, Liverpool,
Marseilles, Havre, Antwerp and Leigh
orn, who elbow the opulent shipowners,
thronging around the warehouses; where
admittance is forbidden them, around
the Exchange, whose doors will never
open for them, and everywhere around
the Tergesteum, where the merchant
has planted his Office and counting
house and lives in perfect accord with
the Chamber of Commerce
/ 1t is admitted that in all the great
maritime towns OF the old and new
world there exists class of unfortunates
peculiar to these important centres.
whence they come we know not whittier
they go we are equally ignorant. Among
them the number of unbiased is con-
siderable. Many of them are foreign
ers The railroads and the steamers
have thrown them in, as it were, on to
dust-heap, and there they lie crowding
the thoroughfares, with the police striv-
ing in vain to clear them away.
Sarcany and Zirone, after a farewell
look across the gulf to the lighthouse on
st. Theresa Point, left the mole, passed
between the Teatro Communale and the
! square, and reached the Piazza Grande,
where they talked for quarter of an
hour in front of the fountain which is
built of the stone from the neighboring
Karst Hill, and stands by the statue to
Charles vi.
Then they turned to the left and
came back. To tell the truth, Zirone
eyed the passers by as if he had an IRE
sistable desire to feed on them. Then
they turned towards the large square OF
Tergesteum Just as the hour struck to
close the Exchange
"There it is, empty-like we are !"
said the Sicilian with laugh, but
without any wish to laugh.