Baxter Springs news. [volume] (Baxter Springs, Kan.) 1882-1919, 1891-06-27

the gloom--I knew II all too well-7t was
the cemetery! looked through tho
iron palisades with the feverish interest
OF one who watches the stage curtain
rise on the last scene OF tragedy. The
lightning sprang once more across the
sky, and showed me for q brief second
the distant marble outline OF the R0mani
vault. There the drama began--where
would It end? Slowly, slowly there
fitted into my thoughts the face Of my
lost child--the young, serious face as 1t
had looked when the calm, preternatur-
ally wise smile OF Death had
rested upon 1t; and then Gu
rious feeling OF pity possessed me-
pity that her little body should
be lying stiilly out there, not in the
vault, but under the wet sod, in such q
relentless storm Of rain. l wanted to
take her up from that cold couch-to
carry her to some home where there
should be light and heat and laughter
to warm her to life again with my arms;
and as my brain played with these fool
ish fancies, slow hot tears forced them
selves into my eyes and scalded my
cheeks rs they fell. These tears relieved
me-gradually the tightly-strung tension
of my nerves relaxed, ard recovered my
usual composure by degrees. Turning
deliberately away from the reckoning
grave-stones walked back to the city
through the thick Of the storm, this time
with an assured step and knowledge
Of where l was going. l did not
reach my hotel till past midnight;
but this was not late for Naples,
and the curiosity of the fat French hall
porter was not so much excited by the
lateness of my arrival as by the disorder
Of my dress.
"Ah, heaven!" he cried; that Mon
sieur the distinguished, should have been
in such storm all unprotected! why
did not Monsieur send for his carriage?"
cut short his EXPLANATIONS by dropping
five francs into his every-ready hand, as
surfing him that had thoroughly en- Joy
ed the novelty OF u walk In bad weather,
whereat he smiled and congratulated me
as much as he had just commiserated
me. On reaching my own rooms, my
valet Vincenzo stared at my dripping
and dishevelled condition, but was dis
creetly mute. He quickly assisted me
to change my wet clothes for warm
dressing gown, and then brought glass
of muled port wine, but performed these
duties with such an air Of unbroken
gravity that / was inwardly amused
while admired the fellows reticence.
When was about to retire for the night,
tossed him q Napoleon. He eyed II
musingly and inquiringly; then he
asked
"Your Excellency desires to purchase
something's"
"Your silence. my friend, that Is ALL"
l replied with laugh. Understand
me, Vincenzo, You will serve yourself
and me best by obeying implicitly, and
asking no questions. Fortunate Is the
servant who, accustomed to see his mas
ter drunk every night, swears to all out
siders that he has never served so SOBER
and discreet a gentleman! That is your
character, Vincenzo-keep to 1t, and we
shall not quarrel" He smiled gravely,
and pocketed my piece Of gold without
word-like q true Tuscan as he was.
The sentimental servant whose fine feel
ings will not allow him to accept an en-
ira Tip" is, you may be sure, hum
bug, never believed in such an one.
Labour can always command its price,
and what so aborious in this age as 10
be honest? What so difficult as too keep
silence on other peoples affairs? Such
herculean tasks deserve payment! A
valet who is generously bribed, IN addl-
ton TO his wages, can be relied on;if under
paid, all heaven and earth will not per-
suade him to hold his tongue. Left
alone. at last, in my sleeping chamber, l
remained for some time before actually
going to bed. took of the black spec
tacles which served me so well, and
looked at myself in the mirror with
some curiosity. never permitted Vim
ccnzo to enter my bedroom ut night, or
before | was dressed in the morning,
lest he should surprise me without these
appcndages, which were my CHIEF dis
guise, for, in such case, ! fancy even
his studied composure would nave given
way. For, disburdened OF my smoke
coloured glasses, appeared what
/ was, young and vigorous In
spite of my white beard and hair:
NV face, which had been worn and
hapcard at first, had filled up and
was healthily coloured: while my eyes,
the spokesman OF my thoughts, were
bright with the clearness and fire OF con-
stitutional strength and physical well
being. wondered, as stared moodily
at my own reflection, how it was that !!
did not look Ill. The mental suffering l
continually underwent, mingled though
II was with certain gloomy satisfaction,
should surely have left more indeltble
traces ON my conntenance. Yet 1t has
been proved that it is not always the hol-
low-eyod, sallow and despairinE looking
persons who are really in sharp trouble
these are more often bilious or dyspep-
tic, and know no more serious grief
than the incapacity to crafty their appe-
titles for the high favored dellcacies OF
the table. A man may be endowed with
sunarh nhvsinue and q constitution that