Morning journal and courier., 1894-02-24
No. 4S

the rabble, and st last get the luggage
slowed within the gloomy entrats.
Then Saltwater Shpples, with shsrpeI
ipjuuctions to Dennis than he had ever be-
fore given, numbered up the sliny mRrble
stairs, wondering in his simple, sturdy
heart what honest folk ever left good
homes to be bullied and ditcomhsed In
Europe for, aud Thoroughly determined,
As be put IL to bis good wife, whom be
found deserted by the children and seated
patiently with closed eyes aid open vim
iagrette upon q bronze griffin In the b4loo-
ny entrance of cheerless apartment
above, ''to strAishteu things right ont"
Dennis McCsnn, after various onsisughts
upon the Venetian populsce below, had
the luggage and the entrstA all to himself.
While getting the former to the loggis
above, his eye fell on the huge brass door-
plate of the ancient palace with Its legend,
Casa Pstrice, and 1t worried him
Thin Caseys wor always thramps,
thin" he would mutter. eyeipg the plate
Askance. Then be would shoulder anoth-
er trunk or portmantesu, ascend with 10
to the loggis, whistle softly and rumins-
lively, walk gtngerly back and forth in
front Of u entrsts plate, and stop before
IL with. Casey Pstrickl Patrick CsseyR-
Pat Csseyf'
Another piece or two of tie luggsgs
would disappear with Dennis. He would
return, peep ortsids again, mutter Pat
Casey, lie itf' return to his labor, and
finally when done be planted himself
sousrely in front of the obnoxious name
and metal, and burst forth with, Tear
an sses, that me eyes ever opened on the
like o. that" Rsre be ouffed the plate
soundly with his hst. pat Casey, Is IL,
thinl Swste bad luck to tn shsmer o.
tn suld sod, thstll hide bis name Wild
Vsynsyshum disguisssl Nay the hovly
innocents-"
"Dennis, Dennis, dear; whats silin' yer
whimpered Rose. sud6snly appearing be
side him Don't be 8 gom, Dennis, with
tl' whole family goin' mad with this an
with that, an troutle brewin' for you,
Dennis, dear, up stsirs. Dsnnis. oh Den
| mis-" sobbed r zee. 9Th suld msn's done
with We, Dennis. You're-to-bs-dis-
charged! Och, svsc. whsi'll i do all alone
with 'em, mad an stormin' like Kerry
bsiliffs, here In this Vsynus bog!"
Discharged lie iti By tn siven siDses,
Pl not lave We. suillish mschree, IN go,
but I'll stay. III"
But here a stentoriRn voice from the dim
| upper regions of the palace summoned
ROse, who with a tender, csutionkry,
"Have an eye out Thin. Dennis, dear"
scsmpered up the sisirt; while Dennis
| McCSnn, somewhat crestfailen, but With q
| parting kick 81 the Casey family's Igttn-
lied dourplAte, m.ekly tiptoed sfier her
BE found the Snpples family st lunch
/ con, 9 CHEEKY little luBcheoB of bread snd
| fruit and wine, and ssvory siewtd meats,
which the discreet E'enR had provided
| with dsiniies. skilI, but the cunning eye
of Dennis McCsnn detected the gathering
storm In Mr.. SUPPLIES red and angry face.
The Sapples family were munching their
| food In silence.
Suddenly Mr.. Supplss pushed back his
chair. Three pairs of eyes oIsaed very
vide and one pair clostd, while Its owners
hand sought the vinsigrettc.
"Sse here, foiksl" Mr.. Stipples never
said folks" 10 bis family unless bis in
tentious were imminent and decisive.
See here, folksl" repeated Mr.. Sdppies
hOily, things has gone on long enough
Tn soin' to straighten EN- out right now
here. this minute"
"YOu, yenetis Stipplos, So Miss Stipples
gsve gasp and q little start, folded her
hands like the martyrs In the pictures and
then closed her eyes like her mother.
"You, VenetiA Stipples, have got 90 quit
your goins on about art and all that right
straight. I'm tired on It; sick Oh It. Go
1t like q lunatic when you are alone by
yourself, IL you want 10; hat let right up
where mother n me be. We want peace.
We're sgo!n' TO have It We're goin' 20
begin 90 hsve IL right heie In Nennus, tonl'
'.Stiilwater-pleass" whimpered MrF.
Supplies, IS a solitary little tear triokled
from Miss Nenetis's nose, while her own
disepgAged hsnd almost PsthetioAlly csept
over Mr.. Stipples' clenchsd and trembling
ast.
Don't please ne. Msrsudy. Things
has got to srrsighien right out. And you,
you young jsokanspss," said Mr.. Stipplfs,
glariug at Burr Weishton Stipples. who
would have strareled on an orange from