Morning journal and courier., 1894-02-24

SaufCu-kccpef huu sot sanAcu Abs wen
ty fve dollars for that scrspe. At Parry
the gensdsrmy didn't suit him. Counsel
general and forty dollars there. At Gi-
bralter the sunset salute shot all the clothes
often him; forty dollars more there All
lang the Riveery it was row and rumpus
and racket and buyin' him ont the clutches
of one-hoss guvments; and here we are,
not fairly inside these pesky yennus ditch
&c, another row on, and all of MS likely to
git stabbed with stilletters or alt with dag
gere afore we kin git under shelter. If
mis- McCsnn's doin' the doin', and Stillwa-
ter Stippls's doin' the vally. Fudge on
Urup, ennyhowl Wish we wus to hunt"
"oh, Saltwater" plaintively returned
poor little Mrs. Stipples, "do remember
we're finishing Burr and the girls!"
"Finishin'i should think 20. They're
fnishin' rs, Mirandy. 1 didn't need any
fnishin' to make my money. You didn't
need any hnishin' to git your goodness.
Rose didn't need any fnishin' to tend to
her work. Dennis didn't need any finish
In to drive my best coal-wsgon on the
east side, New York city. Vens got too
much fnishin' at Vssssr And that boy
of ours ought to be shovelin' coal 'stesd
of studyin' for the ministry"
"Don't, Saltwater; don't"
3ahI tAcIc OuNc VI OuEt huu bQo
you, Airandy, and Rose, and she's Irish,
are the only out and out, up and up, all
around Americans In the hull lott"
"oh, Saltwater! Dc think of New
York socissy.n-
al sm thinkln' of e." be retortej, Civ
ing the gondola fondo vicious jsb with
his heels, "and hate Il, bag and baggage
No comfort In IL. Lord! I'd give half
I'm worth to never see II; and If this high
art moonin'," here Mr.. Sdpplss stole q fur
tive glance at Venetis, lost in her gentle
rsptures and rsphsodies, land these the
ology cantrips," here he scosled at Master
Burr Weighton Stepples, who sat clutch
ing hts kodak and moodily lupching of
his cane 'and this coslcsrt vslly business
don't let up pretty soon, rll-Ill put We
netis 10 q nunnery, Burr In an asylum,
pitch Dennis McCsnn into a Vennus ditch,
and start for hum-By thunder, If don'r!"
1t was with such mingled and diverse
emotions that the Stpplss family and their
attendants RlIded with the yellow rays of
the afternoon italian sun along the Grand
canal, coming at last to one of those de
csying palaces whose sepulchrsl interiors.
separated into damp and mournful apart
ments, are leased 1t fabulous prices to sd-
venturous tourists, while their decsyipg
noblemsn owners are struggling with the
problems of italian taxation, cocoons aud
sour wine between the great Venetian
plain and the misty Alps beyond.
An imposing house it had been in lite
day, with huge columns, wondrously
carved Ppsndrels and volutss, with balco
MES flmy as lace but now like dirty fscks
of foam across its dingY ftcsde; with
massive crumbling ttsirs leading from the
water edge to the shsdowy entrance, forest
like in multifoils of dingy marble and
hsudwrought iron and brass, in ancient
torch holders OF bellying cupids, strange
screens with emscisted sAtyrs and much
other desd-sge demonolo2y resripg from
bronze and brass and stone.
But there was true Venetian welcome
awaiting them at Casa Patrice. A half
dozen ancient gransieri, those 'fcrsb catch
ers" of Venice who scent ones coming
from Afsr and, boat 10 X In hand, wait
with extended palms and hideous smiles
TO draw your craft to the trsghsito or gon
dols landing, and fight like beasts for the
coppers you ding to them, were beckoRirg
and srimseing on the stairs. A score of
poverini or Godforsskens, of all ages and
conditions, duoked their heads snd srinned
and mutteIei 1 blessings as the gondols Ap-
preached. Twice their number of half
naked. big eyed. curly headed children
grinned In the chinks between. Even the
lesred and grinned behind; and in the
center OF though apart from sll stood
strappipg Elena, the terving-woman and
ohattel to the Siipplss family's Venetian
lcg3is, boving and backing and pretend
ing to scout the lszzaroni, she hsd copgre-
gated as q test of her new pAron's or mss-
ter's hbersliiy, away, and grinning her in
terts'ed welcome, while showing the most
flashing set of teeth that were ever pol
ished on brittle Chioggisn bread.
"Whst a glorious relic of a once glori-
Gus past" gasped Veaetia, Al che sprspg
with Dennis assistance to the palace land
ing
(which does she mane-thess sasssfrss
thramps or tn Tomb we're In forf' NUT
tered Dennis under mis- bresth with q ely
wink at Rose.
"Don't 90 on go, vene," sputtered Olive,
giving the swsrihy rssamufius back their
grins and eiegles, while pipching one little
urchin's pink ear and telling him to go
home TO his mommy and get some new
psnties, there's q dear
Rose bounded lightly out of the craft,
her blue eyes timidly searching the faces
of the strange throng as If for friendly
look, snd then bryan herc.cslly upon the
lighter luggage.
Come. morher," ;" ssid Mr.. S:ipp!es Ten
deIly enough. Here we are. Csssy Pa
trissy, you know. Jees give me the vine
gar bottle a minute, and cheer up. do, TIL
we git cuten THE pssky soudoler;" with
which the really kind hearted but sadly
| travel badsered New York coal dealer hft-
| ed bis limp little wife 90 the trsghsttc, set
| her upon her feet, whereupon her eyes sId
| lips opened with q ohirpy "oh, Sullss-
teri" while Master Sripplss, still adhesive
to his cane aud kodak, raised his eyes col
emnly, plumptd the cane out of hts mouth
long enough 10 murmur Wonderful!
| wonderful" plumped Il In sgsin, and In a
| funeral procession of cne strCd9 silently
| sitter his mother and sisters: leaving Rose
and Mr. Stipples, ably superintended as
u.usl by Dennis, In the intervals of threat
ened sailie, upon the onloOkeTs. to psy the
eondoliers their hire, flipg little coin &c