The midland journal. (Rising Sun, Md.) 1885-1947, 1885-12-11

them. When join them I shall not
worry about dinner that is late or
supper that never comes Let us get
away"
Sarcany. deep in thought, with his
looks lost in vacancy, never moved
Zirone waited few moments without
saying anything. Then this habitual
loquacity urged him to say:
'Sarcany," he said, lido you know in
what form should like this something
TO appear? In the form of one of those
cashier people from Toronthals with o
pocketbook stuffed full of bank notes
which he could hand over to us on behalf
of the said banker with thousand
apologies for keeping us waiting SO
long" rH.a. SCI -' e.
Listen, Zirone" answered Sarcany,
knitting his brows "fer the last time I
tell you that there is nothing to be
hoped for from Silas ToronthaL"
"Are you sure Of that p
eyes, oil the credit have with him
is exhausted. and to my last demands he
gave me definite refusal"
"That is bad" ...... ....
every bad, but it is SO.
"Good, if your credit is exhausted"
continued Zirone lit is because you
have had the credit And to what is
that due? To your having many times
placed your intelligence and zeal ut 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 mat
tiers. But it is impossible that there is
not some way in which you have hold
over him, and by threatening him"
"What was to be done has already
been done" replied Sarcany, with q
shrug of his shoulders !; land you cam
not go to him for meal! No! I 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! fancy his business is under o
cloud, and that he is mixed up in several
doubtful things. Several of those fail
ures in Germany. at Berlin and Munich
have had their effect in Trieste, and Silas
Toronthal seemed rather upset when I
saw him last. Let the water get
troubled, and when it is troubled"
"Quite SO" exclaimed Zirone; "but
meanwhile we have only water to drink!
Look here, Sarcany, think you might
try one more shot at Toronthal! You
might tap his cash box once more, and
get enough out of it to pay our passage
To Sicily nv way of Malta"
"And what should we do in Sicily?"
"That is my business I know the
country, and can introduce you to q
few Maltese, who are very tough lot,
and with them we might do something.
If there is nothing to be done here we
might as we'll clear out and let this
wre.ched banker pay the cost. If you
know anything about him he would
rather see you out of Trieste"
Sarcany shook his head. #
"You will see it cannot last much
longer. We have come to the end now,"
added Zirone. 81 one ~ .''i'.' a"t .
He rose and stamped on the ground
with his foot, as if it were o stepmother
unwilling to help him. At the instant
he did so he caught sight of pigeon
feebly futtering down. just outside the
enclosure. The pigeons tired wings
could hardly move as slowly it sank to
the ground. -"''
Zirone, without asking himself to
which of the III species of pigeons now
known to ornithological nomenclature
the bird belonged, saw only one thing
that the species it belonged to was edi-
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The bird was evidently exhausted. It
had tried to settle on the cornice of the
cathedral Not being able to reach it, it
had dropped on to the roof of the small
niche which gave shelter to the statue Of
st. Just but it's feeble feet could not
support it there, snd it had slipped on to
the capital of ruined column.
Sarcany, silent and still, hardly fol-
lowed the pigeon in its flight, but Iii
rome never lost sight of it. The bird
from the north. A long journey
had reduced it to this state of exhaus-
ton. Evidently it was bound for some
more distant spot; for it Immediately
started to fly again, and the trajectory
curve it traced in the air compelled it to
make fresh halt on one of the lower
branches of the trees in the old ceme-
terry. s-.-s.I tI..
Zirone resolved to catch it. and quiet
" ran off to the tree He soon
reached the gnarled trunk, climbed up
it to the fork, and there waited notion
less and mute like dog pointing at the
game perched above his head.
The pigeon did not see him and made
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