St. Paul daily globe. [volume] (Saint Paul, Minn.) 1884-1896, 1885-08-02
JULES VERNE.
An Absorbing Story by the Greatest
Of French Authors,
FNTITLED:
MATTHIAS SANDORF'.
TRANSLATION Copyrighted by G. W. Hanna I
PART Z.
CHAPTER 1,
THE CARRIER PIGEON.

of them-ThereSienS modern and
yell-tO-do and squarely built along the shore
of the bay from which the land 1t occupies
has been reclaimed; the other is old and poor
and irregular, struggling from the Corso
ND the slopes of the karst, whose summit
is crowned by the picturesque citadel.
The haTbor is guarded by the mole OF
San Carlo, with the merchant shipping
berthed alongside. On this mole there may
at most times be scotland very often in
somewhat disouieting numbers-many
group of those houseleSS and homeless
Bohemians whose clothes might well be
destitute of pockets. considering that their
owners never had, and TO all appearance
never will have, the wherewithal to put
into them.
To day, however-it is the 18th of May,
1S67-two personages slightly better dressed
than the rest are noticeable amongst the
crowd That they have ever suffered from
q superabundance OF fiorinS or kreutZerS is
improbable, unless some lucky chance has
favored them-and they certainly look as
though they would stick at nothing that
might induce that chance to come.
One of them calls himself Sarcany, and
SAYS he halls from Tripoli. The other is a
Sicilian, Zirone by name. Together they
have strolled UP and down the mole at least
a dozen times, and now they have halted at
its farthest end and are gazing away TO the
horizon, TO the west OF the Gulf of Trieste,
as if they hoped to sight the ship which is
bringing home their fortune.
''What time is it?" asked Zirone. in
italian, which his comrade spoke as tiuently
as he did all the other tongues Of the Med
iterranean.
Sarcany made no reply.
''What fool l amp exclaimed the Sicil-
ian. ''It is the time you are hungry after
you have had no breakfast
There is such mixture of races in this
part of Austria-Hungary that the presence
of these two men, although they were obvi-
Ously strangers to the place, provoked no
attention. And, besides, if their pockets
were empty, no one had reason to think so.
thanks to their long brown capes, which
reached even to their boots.
Sarcany, the youngest of the two, was
about five and twenty, and of middle
height, well set up, and of elegant man
ners and address. Sarcany, however, was
not his baptismal name, and probably he
had never been baptized. being of Tripod
itan Or TuniSian origin; but though his
complexion was very dark, his regular
features proclaimed him to be more of the
white than the negro.
If ever physiognOmy was deceptive, it
was so in Sarcany'S case. 1t required a
singularly keen observer TO discover his
cOnsummate astuteneSs in that handsome,
plausible face, with its large, dark eyes,
fine, straight nose, and well-cut mouth
shaded by the slight mouStache. That
almost impossible face betrayed none of the
signs Of contempt and hatred engendered
by constant state OF revolt against So
ciety. If, as physiognOmists pretend-and
they are not unfrequently right-every
rascal bears witness against himself in
spite Of all his cleverness, Sarcany could
give the assertion the lie direct. To look
at him no one would suspect what he was
and what he had been. He provoked none
of that irresistible aversion we feel toward
cheats and Scoundrels; and, in consequence,
he was al the more dangerous.
Where had Sarcany spent his childhood?
No one knew. How had he been brought
UP, and by whom? In what corner of
Tripoli had he nestled during his early
years? To what protection did he owe his
escape from the many chances of destruction
in that terrible climate? No one could say
maybe not even himself; born by chance,
helped on by chance, destined to live by
chance! Nevertheless, during his boy
hood he had picked up certain amount
of practical instruction, thanks TO his hav-
ing to knock about the world mixing with
people of all kinds, trusting to eXpe-
dent after eXpedient to secure his daily
bread. 1t was owing to this and other cir
cumStanceS that he had come to have bust
ness relations with one of the richest
houses in Trieste, that of the banker Silas
TOronthal. whose name is intimately con-
nected with the development of this his
tory.
Sarcany's companion, the Italian Zirone.
O foifblacc anH lnKylasc u bnr
ough-paced adventurer, ever ready at the
call OF him who could pay him well, until
he met with him who would pay him better,
to undertake any task whatever. OF Sicil-
ian birth, and in his thirtieth year, ne was
as capable of suggesting q villany as of
carrying it into effect He might have told
people where he had been born, had he
known; but he never willingly said where
he lived, or if he lived anywhere. 1t was
in Sicily that the chances of Bohemian life
had made him acquainted with Sarcany.
And hencefOrth they had gone through the
world. trying per faS ct nefaS to make q
living by their wits. Zirene was a large.
bearded man. brown in complexion aud
black OF hair, taking much pains to hide the
look of the Scound:el which would persist
in revealing itself in spite of all his efforts
In vain he tried to conceal his real charac-
ter beneath his eXUberant volubility. and.
being of rather cheerful temperament he
was just as talkative about himself as his
younger companion was reserved.
To-day. however, Zirone was very mod
crate in what he had TO say. He was obvi-
OuSly anxious about his dinner. The night
before fortune had been unkind to them at
the gaming table. and the resources of Sar-
cany 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 to 90 IN
search of it along the streets of the new
town.
There. up and down the squares. quavs
and promenades, on both sides of the harbol
leading from the grand canal which runs
through Trieste. there goes, comes, throngs.
haStens and tears along in the fury of bust
ness, population of some seventy thousand
inhabitants Of Italian origin. whose mother
tongue is lost in cosmopolitan concert of
all the sailors, traders, worllmen and Off
Gals. who shout and chatter in English.
German. French or Sclave Although this
new town is rich, it by no means follows
that all who tread its streets are fortunate.
No! Even the Weathiest could hardly com
pete with the foreign merchants-English.
Armenian, Greeks and Jews-who lord il
at Trieste. and whose sumptuOus establish
ments would do no discredit to the capital
OF Austria Hungary. But beyond these,
how many are the poorer folks wan
dering from morning TO night along
the busy streets. bordered with
lofty buildings closed ike strong rooms.
where lie the goods of all descriptions at
tracted TO this free port, so happily placed
at the farthest corner of the Adriatic, How
many there are, breakfastless and dinner
less, lettering on the quays where the YES