Mineral Point tribune. (Mineral Point, Wis.) 1869-1938, 1898-01-06

tention; as it drew nearer recognized
the pgancing steeds and the familiar
lVerles. A fair woman clad in olive
velvets and Russian sables looked out
smillng, and waved her hand.
IL was my wife-my betrothed bride,
ana reside her sat the Duchess di
Marina, the most irreproachable OF
matrons, famous tr her piety not
only in Naples but throughout Italy.
Sc immaculate was she that il was
difficult to inns CINE her husband daring
to caress that upright, well-dressed
form, or ventuning to kiss those prim
lips, color Than the carven be\ls of
her Jeweled rosary. Yet there was a
story about her too--an old story
that came from Padua of how a
young and handsome nobleman hat
been found dead at her palace doors
stabbed to the heart Perhaps who
knows he also might have thought
Che bella cosa de morire aciso,
NEanze a la porta de la nnamorata,'
Some said the duke had killed him;
but nothing could be proved, nothing
was tain The duke was silent, so
was his duchess; and Scandal herself
sat meek.y with closed lips in the
presence of this stately and august
couple, whose bearing toward each
other in society was lesson OF COM
nlQTR tinIl.attn tho world What
went on behind the scenes no one
could tell. l raised my hat with the
profoundest Difference as the carriage
containing the two ladies dashed by,
hypocIite OF the two, therefore | did
equal honor to both. | was in Il
meditative and retrospective mood.
and when | reached the Toledo the
distracting noises. the cries OF the
flower girls, and vendors OF chestnuts
and confetti, the nasal singing of the
street-rhy mers, the yells of punchi-
nello and the answering laughter OF
the pOpulace, were all beyond my en-
duTa nce. To crafty a sudden whim
that seized me, | made my way into
the lowest and dir test quarters of the
city, and roamed through wretched
courts and crowded alleys, trying to
discover that one miserable street
which until now | had always avoided
even the thought OF, where ! had pur-
chased the coral fishers clothes on the
day of my return from the grave
went in many wrong d rections, but
at last found it and saw at u glance
that the Old rag de ler's shop was
sill there, in it's former condition Of
heterogeneous filth and disorder. 4
man sat at the DOR smoking, but not
the grabbed and bent figure | had be-
lore s zen this was a younger and
stouter individual with a Jewish cast
Of countenlnce, and dark ferocious
eyes, | approached him, and seeing
by my dress ard manner that | was
drew his pipe from his mouth, and
raised his greasy cap with a respectful
yet suspicious air.
Are you the owrer OF his place."
asked,
Isl signorl'
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.
80, signor with a sharp knifel
lie had a good deal Of blood, too, for
so withered a body TO kill himself in
that fashion was stupid, he spoiled
an Indian shaw thlt was on his bed
worth more than thousand francs.
One would not have thought he had
80 much blood"
And the fellow put back his pipe in
his mouth and smoked complacently.
heard In sickened silence.
"He was mad, ] SUPPOSE" | said at
lost.
The long pipe was again withdrew.
Mad? Well, the people say SO.
for one think he was very reasonable
all except that matter Of the shawl
he should have taken that OF his
bed first But he was wise enough to
know that he was Of no use to any
body-he did the best he could! Did
you know him, signor?'
Il gave him money once" ! replied,
excessively; then taking out a few
francs | handed them to this evil
eyed. furtive-lookng son OF Israel,
who received the gift with ELUSIVE
gratitude.
Thank you FOR your information
said, coldly. Co d-day.'
coed day to you, sisnor' he re-
Piled, resuming his scat and watching
me curioualy e ] turned away.
TO be Continued
WANTED MUCH FOR NOTHING.