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PART III.

Presently it was Prince Chardo here,
Prince Chardo there, Prince Chardo
round all the corners. Our estates,
and the phenomenal size and sweet
ness of the melons. nectarnes, peach
es, strawberrus and figs grown in
those delectable lands and forwarded
in huge hampers when his highness
deigned to travel in foreign parts;
Phince Chardo's castles, villas and
hunting-lodges; his cattle, horses, dogs
and game: his mines, his forests; his
immense rctinue and oriental pomp.
The taciturn old vintner hacked the
stubborn earth, but Florio plainly
perceived he was Illuminating.
Where are his estates?'
Hungry"
Hungary? That's far?"
Hungry" rejoined the youth, airily,
lis near or far, according rs you CO."
The old man unused bitterly upon the
inequalities Of life ana vineyards.
soft as butter?''
AS fresh as butter"
"What's his whole name?"
"Sedet, aeternumque sedebit
InfeliX Theseus,"
replied Florio, glibly, without the
culver of an eyelash. And that's by
no means all of it. He's got n lot
more. Gentlemen of quality always
have you know. Bless you, they don't
mind how many names they have!'
BY this time the Vintner had heard
Prince ChardO's name 50 frequently
reiterated that it had become an es-
tabliShed fact which naturally proved
the authenticity OF F'lorios claims.
The man belonged to that large cate
CORY of individuals-not exclusively
vintncrs-who, of an imaginative and
essentially suspicious turn of mind. will
yet believe the most monstrous tale
If they but hear it often enough.
He is here, your prince"
"He is on the way" Florio said,
sweetly. You needn't say anything
about it just yet. He prefers to travel
quietly. That's why I'm not wearing
my livery. | am only'one of the under
servants, you know. a lot of us We're
sent on in advance. 1t matters not to
him how many come. He's not one
that counts noses" Florio started at
the sky and the earth, yawned and
swung his heels with lordly irrespon-
sibility.
The peasant. whose back ached be-
trayed some envy in the dense guttur-
ais of his monosyllabic response.
Unexpectedly and unwarrantly the
amiable triiler now grew didatic.
began to suggest, to instruct, to relate
how much better things We're done in
Prince Chardo's noble vineyards-in
fact, to NEEDLE and dictate.
The vintner responded wra thfully
that he wanted none of that
IF you really don't care about get
ting on"-F'lorio shrugged his shoul-
derS
Eyeing him disapprovingly, the old
man deliberately seated himself on the
ground, drew Il small bottle of beer
and some black bread from a basket
behind currant bush. and silently
partook of his Nesper. Somewhat mol
lifted, he remarked succinctly:
DO three hundred vines, and you
sweat"
Between other appeasing draughts,
he added:
Besides, it's not my work. I've
other jobs. I'm sixty-fve years old
and my backs stiff. But my son Vim
cenz has broken his arm. It's easy to
sit on wall and brag"
"Oh. | don't mind lending hand
Just while you are at your beer" re-
turned the princes minon, affably,
jumped from the wall, flung off his
coat seized pick, and, being twenty
two years old, strong, supple and pos
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court gossip. news about town. all as
risky as possible, you know. without
being actually compromising"
quite my genre" said FloriO grave
ly. accompanying the exceedingly ur-
bane director back to his private room
"As to terms" that gentleman re-
marked suavely. Il like your song and
don't mind playing for it," suggesting
third of Ninette's salary.
Florio looked him in the eyes, put on
his hat and walked toward the door.
"Oh, come now, since it's to oblige
you" The director named two-thirds
of the capricious little danes emolu-
ments.
Florio paused on the threshold.
Good morning." he said amiably.
"Ill just look in at the Coliseum"
"Oh, l say. come back. You're
spoiled one. see plainly. I'll not deny
1t. l want your song. It's fresh"
'Its not bad" FloriO admitted neg
ligently. I'm fact. its one of my best.
1t is Prince Chardo's favorite."
"Ah, indeCd,"
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pher, examining it contentedly before
dropping it nto his pocket. The toy
had two little flexible pointed ends.
and could be adjusted or removed In
the twinkling of an eye. He also pur-
chased and nut on a high shirt collar.
For this promenade he had taken the
precaution to don Chardo's coat, 1t
having no holes in the elbow.
Destiny is more just than we some
dressing informed his friend, 1.-The seat
of my trousers is intact"
Strolling on, he fraternized with sun
dry newsbOys. and ne'er-do-wells. The
sort of information he desired was the
easiest in the world to obtain.
whats your lne?" demanded the
harassed director of small variety
theater, fercely, because still writhing
under recent bouleversement.
"Oh. car sit up and beg and hold a
stick on my nose" drawled FlOrio,
twirling his young mustache and cock
ing his eye over his new collar.
This was evidently a music hall ia
vorite. The tired mans tone softened.
Sung much?"
"Rather!"
"Name?'
"Vares."
"Oh. that's all right" muttered the
director. never shy of celebrities ly-
ing pedus. Fresh, plenty of nerve"
he reflected. step this way, If you
please. My KaDellmeister is here at
the moment"
Indfferently. trife arrogant Of
mien. inwardly quaking. yet cheering
himself on with adaptations of ancient
wisdom. such as ''modesty Is the thief
of time" cheek is its own reward"
patient waiting gathers no moss"
coming events are soon parted" its
never too late to throw stones" FlOrio
followed through dark, stuffy and tor
tuous passages, and finally found him
self on a small. meagerly lighted stage
before dusky auditorium crowded
with chairs and tables ad redolent of
tobacco and beer.
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FLORIO FOUND HIMSELF ON A
SMALL, MEAGERLY LIGHTED
STAGE

tain diabolcal luck, seemed paltry and
puerile enough, now that the excite
ment was over and nights merciless
inner light shone on them. Still,
there the two wanderers lay housed
and fed. "Improbable"-bu solid
fact. The bed was short for FloriO.
But he rather enjoyed the insistence of
the footboard, which proved possession.
Beyond the shadow of a doubt had
he a vangrant, without diplomatic pre-
liminaries, simply demanded work of
the vntner, that suspicious and crusty
individual who would have sent him
about his business. Had he frankly in
timated that was a man of the better
sort of associations, but, owing to a
peculiar combination Of adverse cir
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"Oh. dear yes. I've sung it to him in
| private audience fifty times, If l have
once"
The singer. under the name of Willy
Winkel, was shortly being engaged by
written contract on the gratifying
terms hitherto in that chaste temple
! of art only to Ninette, the darling of
the public.
Mink. she's led me a pretty dance!
She'll sing in a different key tomorrow
morning. Six months?" he askei in
sidiously, glancing up from his desk to
the youth sitting easily on the corner
of a table, who shook his head oracu-
larly.
Ma, ma! have larger things In
view. l may and may not stay with
you some months, but I can engage
only by the week. What time am / on
tOnight?" he asked languidly. 81
mo. IA, between ten and eleven. BE
here at ten, If you please. The Ka-
pellmeister may want you moment
Second entrance left. The bills are
/ out, of course. but I'll announce you
| with a rousing placard."
~ say. Its awkward about by lug
gage. I had forgotten. l can't sing
| tonight"
"Donnerwetter! What do you
| mean?"
why, my frog costume, man! You
don't suppose l can sing my song " It'll
| out my own complete frog -mask? :?
You'll have to wait till next week"
wait till next week. Not to save
your soul! Well, you artists are all
alike, as two peas. You all want your
! own capricious little way, don't you!
No. sir You don't know what you are
talking about. You'll find first class
frog costume in your dressingroom.
! sir. Trust me for that. And it's an ad-
mirabe idea, Herr Willy Winkel. and
so opportune, for the Colisseum's had Il
COW on three nights. Not sing for want
of your own costume? You shall be
satisfied, sir. Only look in early enough
to try It.
Florio sat for awhile on a bench in a
park and played with his cap. His
features wore the happy, artless smile
we love to see upon the face of youth.
Stepping into a shop he begged to be
allowed to glance at a directory, from
which he copied long list of picture
dealers.
Have you anything by Richard
BurgdOrf?" he inquired of each and all
of them.
They regretted to say they had never
even heard of him.
"Ah? Indeed"
Polite but unmistakable surprise up
on the open countenance of the young
man, obviously the intelligent servant
of a magnate. They noted the name of
the artist.
Most of these shops were too sump-
tuous, too lavishly provided with su-
pernumeraries, to suit the delicate pOise
of Florio's designs. Finally he found
in quiet street a place of modest yet
apparently prosperous character, al
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though its rosy young proprietor was
too busy to be standing at his door gaz-
ing benevOlently at the passers-by.
FlOriO examined the pictures in the
window.
Have you anything by that very re-
markable young painter. Richard
Burgdorf?"
Never heard of him." replied the
| other, but not in the Olympian manner
of his predecessors.
Florio raised his eyebrows.
"Well, you see.' explained the young
man, frankly, attracted by the others
face, and. being himself of humble ex-
traction. quite at ease with a person Of
that class. II am beginner. I'VE al
ways been In frames. But I'm fond Of
pictures and am gradually working
over. They say I'm not bad Judge.
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Detectives.
Schools.
Seeds.

G. r. CLARK & CO., sEEDMEN AND
Nurserymen: store 146 Washington ave.
nue.; green house. 1850 North Main ave.
nue.: store telephone. 1872.
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Wire Screens.

JOS. KUETTEL. REAR 511 LACKA.
wanna avenue. Scranton, Pa. manufac-
turer Of Wire Screens.
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WARREN & KNAPP, ATTORNEYS
and Counsellors at Law, Republican
building. Washington avenue. Scranton.
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Miscellaneous.

FRANK p. BROWN 4 CO.. WHOLE
sale dealers in WOODWARD. Cordage and
Oil Cloth. 720 West Lackawanna ave.
THOMAS AUBREY. EXPERT AC.
countant and auditor. Rooms 10 and 90
Williams Building. opposite postofiica
Agent for the Rex Fire Extinguisher.
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Hotels and Restaurants.

THE ELK CAFE. 125 and 127 FRANK.
lin avenue. Rates reasonable.
p. ZEIGLER, Proprietor.
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JEFFREY'S & RUDDY, ATTORNEYS.
at-low. Commonwealth building.
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EDWARD w. THAYER. ATTY ATLAW.
I'll Wyoming avenue
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LAWYERS.

FRANK e. BOYLE. ATTORNEY AND
Counsellor-at-law. Burr building, rooms
10 and II. Washington avenue
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FRANK T. OKELL, ATTORNEY-AT.
Law. Room s. Coal Exchange. Scranton,
Pa
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JAMES W. OAKFORD. ATTORNEY.
at-Law, rooms 63. GA and 65. Common
wealth building
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PATTERSON s. WILCOX, ATTOR-
neys and Counsellors at Law; offices 6
and Library building, Scranton, Pa,
ROOSEVELT. Fl. PATTERSON,
WILLIAM A. WILCOX
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The Queerest of Human Ailments.

If you will carefully read the statis-
tics of the late war between the states
you will find that according to the state
ments which have from time to time
emanated from the adjutant generals
office 1919, 100 Union troops died Of dis
ease during the years 1861-5. Of the
1919, 270 who succumbed to various NAL
aides during those terrible years 81, 1877
died of disease that was not CLASH
fed simply because Of it's varying symp-
TOMS
The majority Of readers have never
heard Of this malady, but that it exist
ed among the troops on both sides dur
ing the civil war-and in all other wars,
for that matter-will not be denied by
any observer who took the trouble to
look a little beyond the havoc caused by
shot and shell and the long catalogue Of
we'll known and we'll marked diseases
incident to warfare. We refer to the
malady known as nostalgia, which is
the medical term for inconsistencies. -
When this queer disease seizes it's vic
tim with strong grip, he is almost as
sure to die as though his malady were
cholera. Persons who die from nostal-
gia apparently die without cause for so
doing, but they die just as dead as
though their ailment had been charac-
terized by the eruptions Of smallpox or
the black vomit of yellow fever
Nostalgia is not strictly an American
disease, but has been known in all coun-
tries ever since men first became able to
distinguish between physical ailments
and cases Of literal pining and fretting
ones life away. Bismarck once said
that for every 100 deaths in the army
were due to nostalgia or homesickness.
st. Louis Republic
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OF FRIENDSHIP.

A winters eve, dark, cold and comfortlessi
My feelings catoh the spirit of the night;
Nor can cheerful fires warmth and light
Dispel foreboding thoughts and restlessness.
'Tis at such times dread visions cross our sight.
Unwelcome phantoms, shadowlike, appear,
Supplant hopes prophecy with idle fear.
Create and mock our melancholy plight.
But, Of sudden, my good friend is here;
As mists before the sun these demons go,
What matter winters cold and skies above
My heart is full of happiness and cheerl
Such swift transitions they alone can know
Who drink soul deep of friendship and its love.
Walter Francis Kenrick in Boston Journal.
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The Effects of Heat.

In The Nuovo Cimento, Signor Petit
nelli describes a new determination Of
the lowest temperature at which hot
body becomes visible He heated cast
iron cylinder 80 centimeters long and IA
broad, in wrought iron jacket over a
Bunsen burner to temperature of 400
degrees O., as indicated by an air Their
mometer, and then observed it's flat end
in dark room from point so cent?
meters above it. When it had cooled to
about 415 degrees, the red heat vanished
and gave way to an indefinite hazy glow,
the latter completely disappearing at
4O4 degrees, and repeated observations
giving an error of only degrees. High
emissive substances became visible at
the same temperature, but rejecting sur
faces had to be heated 30 degrees higher
before they appeared to the eye, and
glass still more. These low temperature
rays were found to traverse glass and
water like ordinary light rays, but suf-
fering a comparatively greater absorb
ton. Different eyes differ slightly in
their capacity for seeing them, the max
imum divergence being about 6 degrees.
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able Sicilian accent. IT have taken the
prizel have got the prince, the king
that marries the girl in the story book.
He is like San Giorgio, the slayer of
dragons, or the Arcangelo Michelel He
is the greatest, the noblest, the best, the
cleverestl'
The countess smiled with indulgent
pity.
eyes, yesl He may be the greatest.
the best, the cleverest, but what, my
dear, is absolutely certain is that you
have carried off the handsomest man in
the country Such beauty as his is not
equaled once in a century"
The little street singer lifted her face,
and her lids f1uttered over her quiet
eyes.
"Ah, that Of course means nothing to
me-" she said. II am blind. '-London
Sun.
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Declined With Thanks.

The editor of the Hillsboro Oils. }
News thus declines in advance an i'm
pending nomination to congress: "The
mission of the hireling who holds the
plow handles Of this paper is to keep
the fires burning on the affairs of liberty
and beacon lights blazing on the shores
of time at $3.50 blaze, invariably in
advance. He does not hunger and thirst
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A Mystery of the Mails.

In the mail delivered at his West
Philadelphia residence the other day
William May, the well known ship
chandler, discovered a most remarkable
document It was an invitation to his
own wedding, which occurred i'll 1867,
and where the missive has been during
the intervening 30 years is a matter of
no little mystery 1t was addressed to a
friend of former years, who then resided
at 333 Wharton street. Considering it's
age, the envelope is in very good state
Of preservation, although completely
covered with hieroglyphics added by
postal officials. The invitation card,
while yellow with age, gives little evi.
dence of it's 20 years of strange exist.
ence. -Philadelphia Ledger:
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SWEET POTATO CULTURE.

Summary of Results Obtained and Reported
by the Agriculture Experiment Stations.
A few farmers claim to get better
crops from large seed than from small
seed, but the experiment stations Of sew
eral states fail to find any difference,
but all agree that Lotatoes grown from
vine cuttings make better seed than
those from slips Or 'draws." In the
lower south growers often plant an acre
or two of cut seed after the manner Of
planting Irish potatoes, and from these
get vine cuttings for remainder of the
crop At the Alabama station vine cut
tings gave greater yield than slips, but
at the Louisiana station the reverse was
true. There seems to be little difference.
Potatoes from vine cuttings are smooth
er and keep better than those from slips.
Pruning the vines to obtain cuttings re-
duces the yield somewhat and causes a
larger per cent of small potatoes. -
Except On cold, wet soils level cul-
ture or low ridges give better results
than high ridges. Texas, Georgia and
Alabama stations got best yields from
level culture; Louisiana from high
ridges. Rows should be 81 feet apart
and plants Is inches apart in the row;
for feeble growing varieties, Is inches
for medium and feet for rank growers.
Some succeed with checks 80 inches each
way and save hoo work. Moving the
vines to prevent roofing does not pay.
Potash is the most essential fertilizer,
though a complete fertilizer gives best
results on soils not already fertile. Plen-
ty of humus or decayed vegetable mat
ter in the soil is necessary to good re-
suits with sweet potatoes
Shallow cultivation to keep the ground
mellow and keep down grass and weeds
till the vines shade the entire field is
all that is needed.
The Texas station prevents fungous
diseases and insect injuries by dipping
the plant in % gallons bordeaux mix
ture into which three ounces london
purple has been thoroughly stirred at
time of planting Never plant on the
same land two years in succession.
For stock food Providence, General
Grant and Shanghai give heaviest yield,
though poor in quality. The Vineless
Yam seems to be the most prolific table
VARIETY
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after official life lie did think once he
would like to go to the legislature, but
he has grown in grace since then and
purged his system of that unholy desire.
Since then he has not yearned single
yearn or hankered hank after polit-
ical distinction. -
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A BEAUTIFUL MAN.

OF beauty that makes people turn around
in the street and stare-the strong, fair,
God given beauty that even men like to
look at
He lived up to his beauty, and for
his beauty and by his beauty. He looked
like prince, prince of some northern
saga-like Frithjof, the destroyer of
gods. He looked like the impossible hero
of penny novelette, written by WON
an.
He was one evening at Colonel and
Mrs. Wayne's. The music was COM
plicated, and the women were plain,
and he-wishing these conditions had
been reversed-sat with his elbow rest
ing on little table near him and hand
lifted up, looking at his nails 1t soothed
him and prevented his yawning from
becoming unmanageably frequent
''May I see them, too?" said wom-
ans voice at his side. It was clear
young voice, and when he turned around
to look at it's owner he was disap-
pointed.
''I am a painter" said she, land
understand beautiful hands" She held
out one Of her own, palm upward, as
she spoke, waiting for him to lay his
upon it. He did so smiling, not know
ing exactly what to say, and she bent
her head little to one side and looked
at it.
The daughters of the house were play
ing long duet.
"How dreadfully bored you are,' she
said thoughtfully, without raising her
eyes; "fve yawns in ten minutes. You
may take back your hand. Thank you "
He was again at a loss what to say.
He did not quite understand her, with
her pretty voice and her ugly face. He
would have liked to know what she
thought Of his hand, but it looked fool
ish to ask So he sat still, staring at
her aggravating, untidy little profile.
The ugly little thing came up to him
before the evening was over and lifted
her small hard face to his. "Mr. Van
den Heuvel, - she said in pretty voice
that ought tohave belonged to some one
else, II want you to come and see me
that is, " she corrected laughingly, Il
want you to come and let me see you
I want to paint you. please. And here
a softening Of the pretty voice. "You
are SO very beautiful am an exceed
ingly clever painter. you know, so you
need not fear to trust your beauty with
me-"
He went next day, and the day after
that and every day.
She never needed or cared about what
his thoughts or his feelings might be-
She painted on, stopping sometimes tt
clasp her hands in frank, heathenisI
alteration before him. 'Your beauty
positively hurts mel" she would say
pressing both her hands to her heart
And if he turned pale she told him tc
spoil her tints
II love you" said Henri Pierre one
afternoon as she bent over him with a
cardboard lotus lily in her hand.
Don't be foolish, DEAR" she said, re-
arranging her landscape.
II love you, - repeated Narcissus.
''Now your curls are all tangled up
on the wrong side, and it will take me
an hour to fasten the lilies on your
head" she said Grossly. And with light,
turpentiny fingers and with long brush
in her mouth she patted him into shape
again. "There, look down now and
smile "