Daily Republican., 1886-06-30
MAsTERPIECns OF FICTION.
French and American fiction nc

NJ. De Makesh;ft, when the file
soldiers left him, found himself in
dungeon. Not ray Of light penetra
ed the dismal abode, but De Make
shifts eyes gradually became SO a,
customed to the darkness that he sa'
a broom straw lying in u corner. II
caught up the broom straw, uttered
stified cry, and pressed it to his heay
ing bosom. Then, in his despair, h
tickled his nose with the straw an
laughed.
WHO laughs?" demanded voice
| 81 do"
"Who are your
"De Makeshlff. Who are your"
'rhe Able So-Long."
"Ah."
"Ah, hail."
"How long have you been here?"
II have now, alas, no method O
reckoning time, but | must have beer
here since sunrise this morning.
De Makeshiit groaned. "Whert
are you now?' he asked.
In tunnel" the able replied.
"a tunnelz''
Yes"
You make my heart beat. Where
did you get the tunnel!'
made it,"
you astonish me-
"Ah." .
"Ah, hah. Where did you get youI
shovclY"
Had none"
Then how did you make the tun-
nel?'
Listen"
81 will"
II scooped it out with a shirt but
ton. Have you button on your
shirtY'
NO"
Alas, you are married"
"No."
Then why have you no buttons?
"a Chinaman does my washing
An"
"Ah, hah."
"Well. wait until | gouge my way
through this rock. and | will lend you
my button. "
"Oh, thank you"
Hist, the turnkey comes"
After long silence, "Has the turnkey
gomez the able asked.
mot yet"
"Well, when he goes tell me, and
will resume my work"
"All right; he's gone now.'
81 am at work"
Scoup, scoup, scoup. A long, bony
arm was thrust into De Makeshifrs
cell, De Makeshift seized it and press
ed the elbow to his lips. The able
stepped into the cell.
I'VE must escape from here" said
the able.
How"
"By scaling the walls"
GLOW can we scale them without a
knife?"
wait"
The able took off his shirt, tore it
into shreds, and in II marvellous man
ner made a ladder. Got couple OF
pins?"
"What do you want with them?"
make hooks to go on the end of the
ladder"
"IIerc they are"
Now" said the able, bending the
pins and fastening them on the ladder,
follow me-
They passed out into the courtyard
De Makeshitt uttered an exclamation.
He saw the man who had poisoned his
grandfather. The able threw the lad
der. The pins caught hold; the two
men escaped.
The following is an extract from
American realism:
Samuel" said Mrs. Peterson,
"have you taken the ashes out of the
stove?"
81 guess | have.
Odd you fix the lindling~
~ guess | have
Samuel arose, stretched himself, blew
his nose on q bordered handkerchief,
took up decorated shell, looked at it,
put it down, looked at the clock, took
up his hat and quietly left the house,
His heart was heavy, much heavier
than his brain. He walked with q
slight limp. why? The corn doctors
experiment had not been successful.
He blew his nose. Then he sneezed.
When he reached the street corner he
sneezed again. A girl passed. looked
back at him and giggled. He despised
giggling girls. His sister who married
man who possessed epileptic fits did
not giggle. lie followed the girl. He
despised himself tor doing it, hut he
couldn't help it. 1t was the first time
he had ever followed girl. He over
took the girl.
"How are your" he asked.
She giggled, and said that she was
able to get about.
Il know that" said he.
Then they both giggled. He turned
and lett the girl. His heart was full
of sweet sadness. He regretted hav-
ing spoken to the girl, tor he had not
been brought up with her, yet her
bright image, as it hung before him in
neat, black walnut frame, smiled
upon him and made his heart beat
with joyous throbs. II must not speak
to her again." he said, but the next
minute he ran after her. He overlook
her and said:
GLOW are you by now?"
She smiled and said that she was still
stirring He turned and ran away
That night his sleep was no. sound.
He was in love.
Loss of Memory In the Aged.