The record-union., 1894-02-24


ing from afar and, boat hooks in hand,
wait with extended palms and hideous
smiles TO draw your craft to the traghetto
or gOndOla landing, and fight like beasts
Tor the coppers you fling to them, were
beckoning and grimacing on the stairs
\ score OF poverini or Godforsakens, OF
all ages and conditions, ducked their
heads and grinned and muttered bless
ings as the gOndola approached. Twice
their number of half naked, big eyed,
curly-headed children grinned in the
chinks between. Even the broken-nosed
gargoyles Of the entrata leered and
grinned behind, and III the center OF,
though apart from all, stood strapplng
Elena, the serving woman and chattel
to the Supplies tamily's Venetian loggla,
bowling and backing and pretended 10
scout the laZZaroni, she had congregated
as test of her new paron's or master s
liberality, away and grinning her inter-
ested welcome, while showing the most
flashing set of teeth that were ever pol
ished on brittle Chioggian bread.
wv hat glorious relic Of a once glorl-
Gus past" gasped Venetia, as she sprang,
with Dennis assistance, to the palace
landing.
(which does she mane-these sassafras
thrampS or th' Tombs we're in tor?"
muttered Dennis under his breath with q
sly wink at Rose.
Don't go on so. Vene," sputtered
Olive, giving the swarthy ragamutlns
back their grins and giggles, while pinch
ing one little urchin's pink ear and tell
ing him to go home to his nanny and
get some new panties, there's dear.
Rose bounded lightly out OF the craft,
her blue eyes timidly searching the faces
of the strange throng as if for friendly
look, and then began heroically upon
the lighter lupOap0.
Come, mother" said Mr.. Stipples ten
derly enough. Here we are. Classy
PaIrissy, you know. Jess give me the
vinegar bottle minute, and cheer up, do,
till we git outen this pesky gondoler," /"
with which the really kind hearted but
sadly travel-badgered New ork coal
dealer lifted his limp little wife TO the
traghetto, set her upon her feet, where
upon eyes and lips opened with chirpy,
"Oh! saltwater" while Master Stipples,
still adhesive to his cane and Kodak,
raised his eyes solemnly, pumped the
cane out OF his mouth long enough to
murmur, Wonderful wonderful ~
pumped it in again, and IL funeral
procession of one strobe silently after his
mother and his sisters, leaving Rose and
Mr.. Stipples, ably superintended as usual
by Dennis, in the intervals OF threatened
sallies upon the onlOokers, to pay the
gondoliers their hire, fling little coin TO
the rabble, and at last get the luggage
slowed within the gloomy entrata.
Then saltwater Stipples, with sharper
iniunctions to Dennis than he had ever
before given, numbered up the Shiny
marble stairs, wondering in his simple,
sturdy heart what honest folk ever left
good homes to be bullied and discounted
in Europe for, and thoroughly deter
mined. as he put it to his good wife,
whom he found deserted by the children
and seated patiently with closed eyes and
open viniagrette upon a bronze griffin
in the balcony entrance of cheerless
apartment above, Ito straighten things
right out"
tennis McCann, after various on
slaughts upon the Venetian populace be-
low, had the luggage and the entrata all
to himself. While getting the former to
the loggia above, his eye fell on the huge
brass doorplate of the ancient palace with
it's legend, Casa Patrice, and it worried
him.
Thin Caseys wor always thramps
thin," he would mutter, eyeing the plate
askauce. Then he would shoulder an
other trunk or pOrtmanteau, ascend with
it to the loggia, whistle softly and rumi-
natlvely, walk gingerly back and forth
in front Of the entrata plate, and stop be-
fore it with, Casey Patrick? Patrick
Casey? Pat Casey?"
Another piece or two of the luggage
would disappear with Dennis. He woald
return, peep outside again, mutter ''Pat
Casey. is it?' return to his labor, and
finally when done, he planted himself
squarely in front of the obnoxious name
and metal and burst forth with, Tear
an ages, that me eyes ever opened on the
! like O. that!' Here he cut1ed the plate
soundIy with his hat. "Pat Casey Is it,
thin? Swate bad luck to tR shamer o. th'
auld sod, tharIl hide his name wild Way
nayshum DISCUSSES! May the howly in
| nOcentS-"
Dennis, Dennis, dear, what's ailin'
YEP" whimpered Rose, suddenly appear
! ing beside him. Don't be gom, Den
mis-, with th' whole family goin' mad
| with this an with that, an trouble
brewin' Tor you, Dennis, dear, upstairs.
Dennis, Oh Dennis" sobbed Rose, 9TH
auId mans done with ye, Dennis. You
are-to- discharged! Och, ayec! what
| will / do all alone with 'em. mad an
stormIn' like Kerry bailif1s, here in this
| Naynus bog"
discharged is it? By tn siven sinses
Oil not lave ye, suillish machree! Oill
90, but OH stay. O'ill-"
But here a stentorian voice from the
dim upper regions OF the palace sum
moned Rose, who, with a tender, eau
| tionary, Have an eye out, thin Dennis,
GEAR. SCdHIKeiSd up tAO SCdIAo, " ulie
| Dennis McCann, somewhat creStfallen
but, with parting kick at the Casey
fanily's Latinized ooorplate, meekly tip
| toed alter her.
He found The Stipples family at lunch
con. CHEEKY little luncheon of bread and
truit and wine, and savory stewed meaJs
| which the discreet Elena had provided
with daintest skill, but the cunning eye
of Dennis McCann detected the gather
ing storm in MIR. Stipples' red and angry
face. The Stipples family were MUNICH
ing their food in silence
Suddenly Mr.. Stipples pushed back his
chair. Ihree pairs OF eyes opened very
wide aud one pair closed, while its own.
er's hand sought the ylniagrette.
.'See here, tolks." MIR. Stipples never
tentions were imminent and decisive
''See here, folks" repeated Mr.. iStipples
hotly, things has gone OH long enough
I'm goin' 10 straighten 'em out, right
now; mere; this minute"
~ ou, Nenetia Stipples"-Miss Stip.
pies gave gasp and little start, folded
her hands like the martyrs in the pict.
ures and then closed her eyes like hel
mother-"1ou, Nenetia Stipples, have
got to quit your COINS on about art and al
that. right straight. Pm so tired or
it: sick on it. Go it like a lunatic wher
you are alone by yourself, if you wan
to: but let right up where mother n m'
be. We want peace. We're agoin' tx
have it. We're goin' to begin to have i
fright here, in Nennus, too!'
@Stillwater-please?' whimpered Mrs
/ Stipples. as solitary little tear trickleC
from Miss Venetia's nose, while her owl
disengaged hand almost pathetically crep