Baxter Springs news. [volume] (Baxter Springs, Kan.) 1882-1919, 1891-09-19

an old story that came from Padua-of
how young and handsome nobleman
had been found dead at her palace doors,
stabbed to the heart Perhaps-who
knows?-he also might have thought
"Che bella cosa dc morire ucciso
NAM, ALA porta DELI innamorata!'
Some said the Duke had killed him;
but nothing could be proved, nothing
was certain. The Duke was SILENT so
was his Duchess; and Scandal herself
sat meekly with closed lips in
the presence Of this stately and
august couple, whose bearing towards
each other in society was q lesson
of complete etiquette to the world. What
went on behind the scenes no one could
tell. raised my hat with the profound
est Difference as the carriage containing
the two ladies dashed by: knew not
which was the cleverest hypocrte of the
two, therefore did equal honor to both.
was in meditative and retrospective
mood, and when / reached the Toledo
the diStrcting noises, the cries of the
flower girls, and vendors Of chestnuts and
confetti, the nasal singing of the street
- tuC yCllS VI duu LHC
answering laughter Of the populace,
were all beyond my endurance. TO
crafty sudden within that seized me, /
made my way into the lowest and dirt
lest quarters OF the city, and roamed
through wretched courts and crowded
alleys, trying to discover that one miser-
able street which until now had always
avoided even the thought of, where l
had purchased the coral fish
er's clothes on the day Of my
return from the grave. went
in many wrong directions, but at last
found it, and saw at Ga glance that the
oldraG dealers shop was still there, In
its former condition OF heterogeneous
filth and disorder. A man sat at the
door smoking, but not the grabbed and
bent figure had before seen-this was
younger and stouter individual, with q
Jewish cast Of countenance and dark
ferocious eyes approached him, and
seeing by my dress and manner that
was some person Of consequence, he
rose, drew his pipe from his mouth, and
raised his greasy cap with respectful
yet suspicious air.
care you the owner Of this placer" /
asked.
Isl, signor!''
what has become Of the old man
who used to live here?"
He laughed, shrugged his shoulders
and drew his pipe stem across his throat
with Q significant gesture.
$50, signor!-with sharp knlfel He
had Q good deal Of blood, too, for so
withered body. To kill himself in that
fashion was stupid: he spoilt an Indian
shawl that was OH his bed worth moro
than q thousand francs. One would
not have thought he had so much
blood"
And the fellow put back his pipe In
his mouth and smoked complacently. l
heard in sickened silence.
HE was mad, l suppose?" l said at
last.
The long pipe was again withdrawn.
"Mad? Well, the people say so. / for
one think he was very reasonable-all
except that matter Of the shawl
he should have taken that of
his bed first. But he was wise
enough to know that he was Of no use to
anybody-he did the best he could! Did
you know him, signor?
II gave him money once" replied
evasively; then taking out few francs
l handed them to this evil eyed, furtive
looking son Of Israel, who received the
gift with ELUSIVE gratitude.
THANK you for your information" l
said coldly. "Good day."
''Good day to you, slgnor," he replied,
resuming his seat and watching me curl
ously as turned away.
passed out Of the wretched street
faint and giddy. The end Of the miser-
able rag dealer had been told to me
briefly and brutal enough-yet somehow
/ was moved 10 q sense Of regret and
pity. AhisctlZ poor, half crazy, and