Reporter and farmer. [volume] (Webster, Day County, Dakota [S.D.]) 188?-1946, 1895-10-03

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1.-THE DIV after Giovedi Grassor,
queried, with a smile he did not un.
derstand. He nodded.
Exactly SO. She carries a cargo OF
Lacrima Cristi, and she Is a swift sail
or. ! know her captain-he Is a good
soul; but" and Andrea laughed light.
ly, " he is like the rest Of us-he loves
money. You do not count the francs
no, they are nothing to you,-but we
look TO the soldi. Now. IL 1t pleases
you I will make him a certain offer of
passage money, as large as you shall
choose. also / will tell him when to
expect his one passenger, and can
almost promise you that he will not
say no.
The proposal fitted i'm so %excellentIy
with my plans that / accepted il, and
at once named an exceptionally NUM-
ficent sum for the passage required.
Andrea's eyes glistened as he heard.
at is n little fortuner" he cried en-
Enthusiastically. would that could
earn as much In twenty voyages. But
one should not be churlish-such luck
cannot fall in all mems way"
| smiled.
"And do you think, AMIGO. I will suf-
fer you to go unrewarded?" said,
And placing two twenty-franc pieces
in his brown palm | added. AS you
rightly said, francs are nothing to me.
Arrange this matter without difficulty.
and you shall not be forgotten. You
can call at my hotel tomorrow or the
next day, when you have settled every
thing-here is the address," and Den-
ciled it on my card and gave Ii to him;
but remember this Is |. secret matter.
and / rely upon you to explain it as
such to your friend who commands
the brig going TO Civita Vecchia. He
must ask no questions of his passen-
ger-the more silence the more discre-
tion-and when once he has landed
him at his destination he will do well
TO straightway forget all about him.
You understands
Andrea nodded briskly.
Isl, 81, senior. He has a bad mem
DRY as it is-it shall grow worse at
your command. Believe it,"
l laughed, shook hands and partes
with the friendly little fellow. he re-
turning to the Molo and | slowly walk
ing homeward by way OF the Villa
Reale. An open carriage coming
swiftly toward me attracted my atten-
ton; as it drew nearer / recognized
the pfancing steeds and the familiar
liveries, a fair woman clad in olive
velvet and Russian Sables looked out
smiling and waved her hand.
1t was my wife. my betrOthed bride,
and beside her sat the Duchess di
Marina. the most irreprOachable OF ma
irons, famous for her piety not only in
Naples but throughout italy. SO i'm
nacUlate was she that 1t was difficult
to imagine her husband daring to ca
reSS that upright well-dressed form,
or venturing to kiss those prim lips,
colder than the Carven beads of her
.ieweled rosary. Yet there was q
story about her. too ar old story that
came from Padua-of how a young
and handsome nohleman had been
found at her palace door, stabbed 10
the heart. Perhaps-who knows?-he
also might have thought
"Che bella rosa @ de moirire ucciso
NAM, ALA porta DELI innamorata!"
Some said the duke had Killed him:
but nothing could he proved. ITO :
vas certain. The duke was silent; sc
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 a lesson of COM
plete etiquette to the world. What
went on behind the scenes no one
could tell. / raised my hat with the
profoundest Difference as the carriage
containing the two ladies dashed by;
| knew not which was the cleverest
hypocrite of the two, therefore l did
equal honor to both. / was in a medi-
tative and retrospective mood, and
when / reached the Toledo the dis
tracing noises, the cries of the flower
girls, and vendors of chestnuts and
confetti, the nasal singing of the street
rhymers, the yells of prlcinella and
the answering laughter of the popu-
lace, were all beyond my endurance.
To crafty a sudden within that seized
me, i made my way into the lowest
and dirtiest quarters OF the city, and
roamed through wretched courts and
crowded alleys, trying to discover that
onemiserable street which until now
| had always avoided ev~ II the thought
OF. where l had purchased the coral
fishers clothes on the day of my re-
turn from the grave. / went in many
"EOhS uiitNtEOhs, but at last Il iOhhu
1t. and saw at a glance that the old
rag dealers shop was still there, IN its
former condition of heterogeneous
filth and disorder. A mar sat at the
door smoking, but not the grabbed and
bent figure / had before seen-this was
a younger and stouter individual. with
n Jewish cast of countenance and dark
ferocious eyes. I approached him and
seeing by my dress and manner that l
was some person of consequence. he
rose, drew his pipe from his mouth.
and raised his greasy cap with q rc-
spectful yet suspicious air.
Are you the owner Of this place." /
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 a significant gesture.
$50, signor, with a sharp knife. He
had a good deal OF blood. too. for so
withered d body. To kill himself in
that fashion was stupid; he spoilt an
Indian shawl that was on his bed
worth more than a thousand francs.
One would not have thought he had SO