Baxter Springs news. [volume] (Baxter Springs, Kan.) 1882-1919, 1891-02-28

OF his q ,endantS raised him from t!i'
bod, and lud him INCREASINGLY away, aS
passively obedicnt rs q child, though
sobbiny c0nvulsively rs he went
The rush Of tears had saved his
rrason, and most probably his
life. A murmur OF enthusiastic applau ~
created the good King rs he pass ID
through the little throng OF persons VIII )
had witnessed what had taken place. Az.
knowledging 1t with q quiet unaffected
bow, he left the house, and signed to the
beccamOrti who sill waited outside, thai
they were now free 70 perform their mel
anchOly office. He then went on his way
attended by more heartfelt blessings and
praises than ever fell TO the lot OF the
proudest cOnQuorOr returning with thu
spoIls of q hundred battles. ] looked NJ
ter his reLreallng figure till could sec 1t
no more, Il felt that l had grown
stronger for tho mere presence OF q hero.
"a man who indeed was ''every inch y
king" / am royslist,-yes. Governed
by such Sovereign, few men OF calm
reason would be otherwise. But royalist
though am, would assist In bringing
about the reinforcement and death OF
mean tyrant, were he crowned king q
hundred times over! Few mOnarchs are
like Humbert Of Italy,-even now my
heart warns when I think Of him
In all the distraction Of my suffer-
ings, his figure stands out like
supreme embodied Bene6ceut Force
surrounded by the clear light Of unset
fish goodness light In which Italia
suns her fair face and smiles again with
the old sweet smile OF her happiest DAYS
Of high achievement,-days In which her
children were great, simply because
they were earnest The fault OF oil
modern labor lies in the fact that there
is no heart in anything we dove sell
dom love our work for works sake,-we
perform II solely for what we can get by
It. Therein lies the secret OF failure.
Friends will scarcely serve each other
unless they can also serve their own In
terests,-true, there are exceptions to
this rule, but they are deemed fools for
their pains.
As sooL as the king disappeared ! also
left the scene Of the foregoing incident.
! had fancy to visit the little restau-
rant where had been taken III and
after some trouble found 1t. The door
stood open. / saw the fat landlord, Pie
tro, polishing his glasses as though he
had never left OF; and there In the same
corner was the very wooden bench on
which had lain,-where had-as was
generally unprecedented. ST ped In.
The landlord looked up and .Ade me
good-day. returned his salutation, and
ordered some coffee and rolls Of bread.
Seating myself carelessly 1t one OF the
little tables / turned over the newspaper,
while he hustled about In haste TO serve
me. As he busted and rubbed up . cup
and saucer for my use, he said briskly:
"You have had long voyage, AMIGO?
And successful fishing?"
For moment / was confused and
knew not what 70 answer, but gathering
my wits together / smiled and answered
readily 10 the affirmative.
"And your" said gaily. 'How goes
the cholera?"
The landlord shook his head dolefully.
D "Holy Joseph! do not speak OF IL The
people die like flies in Q honey-pot Only
esterday,-body Of Bacchusl-who
would have thought it?"
And he sighed deeply as he poured ont
the steaming coffee and shook his head
more sorrOwfully than before.
'Why, what happened yesterday" !
asked, though knew perfectly well
what he was going to say;-''I an
stranger in Naples, and empty Of news. t"
The perspiring Pietro laid fat thumb
on the marble top Of the table, and with
IL traced q pattern meditatively.
"You never heard Of the rich Count
ROmani?" he inquired.
Imade sign In the negative, and
bent my face over my cotfee-cup.
''Ah, Welt" he went on with . half
grOan. sit does not matter-there Is no
Count Romani any more. Il Is all gone
finished! But he was rich-as rich as
the king, they saY-yOu see how low the
saints brought him? Fra Cipriano Of the
Bendictines carried him in here yester-
day mornine-he was struck by the
plague-in five hours he was dead" here
the landlord caught o mosquito and
killed it-''ah! as dead as that zaDzara!
Yes, he lay dead on that very wooden
bench opposite to you. They buried
him before sunset Il is like bad
dreamw
] affected TO DO deeply engrossed with
the cutting and spreading VI my roll and
butter.
81 see nothing particular about IT,"
said. indifferently. THAT he was rich
is nothing, rich and poor must die
alike"
"And that is true, very true" assent
ed Pietro with another grOan, "f0r not
oil his poverty could save the blessed
CiprIano."
/ started, but quickly controlled my
self.
''What do you mean?" asked, rs care
lcssly as could. Are you talking Of
some saint?"
"Well, II he were not canonIzed he
deserves to be-" replied the landlord;
'I spake Of the holy Benedictine father
who brought hithor the Count Romanl
in dying condition. Ahl little he knew
how soon the good God would call him