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The Republican journal., 1899-04-20

Ihe New York sunday Herald devoted
a taA page to an attack upon Congress
mal Boutelle IN connection with legisla-
tioa il tie interest of the Fitchburg rail
road. Vt s not necessary to 80 into de-
tails The Democratic Bangor CONNER
cial, il political opponent OF MI Boutelle.
SUNNI alizes these charges only to set the
sea ri condemnation upon them and to
1eelsLo its belief in the integrity OF the
Gong essman. Of course if the charges
wee true, ID. even credible 1t would be
the duty oI the Republican is well as the
p.u,era be press to eensure severely one
WHO Bod HVed unworthy Of the trust
PLACED in tim by his constituents. In the
present ease the Bangor Commercial
mish. nave printed the charges without
commeut or passed them unnoticed but
it chose the more manly and generous
palt 10 The course it did pursue.
The Republican journal., 1899-04-20
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SEARsPORT SAVINGS BANK.

The corporators of the Searsport Savings Bank
requested to meet at their banking rooms on
Saturday, May ID, 1899, at ten clock A. M, ior
tn che ice of trustees for the ensuing year, and
to act other business that may legally come be-
fore the meeting.
CHAS #. GORDON, Treas.
Searsport, April IS, lS99.-4wl5
The Republican journal., 1899-04-20

Ehe Ten dollar dinner and the one dol
Lar dinner have been partalSen of in New
York both in honor OF the anniversary of
she birth Of Thomas Jefferson, although
3u ditferent nights and attended by Demo
l3ais of widely different views. The so
diners We're Tor sound money against
trusts and for Ietfersonian principles; the
ri inner was chiefly to exploit Bryan, who
was l4e principal speaker and was for free
silver ana the Chicago platform The
two bmQuets, Croker and Bryan's, seIv-
Ell 70 SLOW where the two wings Of the
Ie@esIatic parry stand-the one deter
niaed tolelegue free silver to Tie rub
a-sa aeaa and the other bound To make
'tthe prominent issue Of the next cam
ai-n.
The Republican journal., 1899-04-20

The eporrs of the meeting Of the
4rapo Lodge IF Good remplajs last week
vere lhe most unsatisfactory we have
ever seen OF any State organization In
facJ u5 accurate report of the proceedings
has yet been published. Perhaps this is
just Is we'll, if all we hear Is true. not
only Rs 10 what took place in the meet
iuga, but as tie the outside intligues.
Some OF the opponents of Grand Secretary
<}rackett undertook to hold him raspon :
sibe fol the falling off in membership
while inc has held the office. They might
iusJ as well have claimed shat he had
brought down the price of flour from SIS
20 ~ per barrel The many friends of
Nj. and MIS-. Bracket in this city and
county. both in and out of the order to
winch 1hey have given such able and de
voted service, feel that they have been
badly treated
The Republican journal., 1899-04-20

An egg dealer, who has examined the
details, says that the annual product of
eggs in this country is million dozen. 1t
is es ii mated that the total sales OF chick
ems a nd eggs amount to s275, 600, 900,
whic h is more than double the value of
the potato crop. We can only say to the
American Ell, as Macbeth did to Mac
duff: Lay on"
The Republican journal., 1899-04-20

We believe that when Gen. Hyde, than
whom there is no more honorable, courte-
Gus. and able man in the county, comes to
really understand the animus of the clique
in sagadahoc county who have been US
ing his name as one to conjure with, we
believe he will not only be very angry,
but that the aforesaid politicians will be
apt to hear something drop quite ada
cent to where they live brunswick
Telegraph.
Something has dropped. Gen. Hyde
las cropped out of the contest. 1t is evil
dent that ne did not enter it of his own
free will, and when he found that he was
being uset as the monkey used the cat he
promptly withdrew. The ring politicians
IN attempting 10 defeat Littlefield have,
spare nuy. made his calling and election
sare
The Republican journal., 1899-04-20

Died at the residence of G. j. Sumner, in
Hallowell April 18th, Mrs. Maria New bert
Of China, aged about 60 years. Mrs. New
bert came here on visit about two weeks
ago, was then somewhat ont of health, hut
her case was not considered serious. Grip
and rheumatism, with not over strong con-
stitution, seemed to be the causes producing
death. Her husband, Methodist clergy
man who died about year ago, was a
brother of Mrs. G.. j. Sumner: she and her
husband We're at one time residents of Hal
lowell. Her funeral took place Sunday at 2
p. m Haliowell News.
The Republican journal., 1899-04-20
EMERSON CREAMERY.
FOR SALE.

A pair of work horses, weight 2400 lbs, greys
ano years old, spirited, yet gentle have
worked these horses steady for years and they
are i'll prime working condition, and sure to please
their owner. Will also sell harnesses with horses
or further particulars inquire of Charles Brown
of Morrill,, or the owner
3wl5* j. H. SAYWAKD, Thorndike, Me-
Wheeling Sunday register. [volume] (Wheeling, W. Va.) 1882-1934, 1899-07-23

CATERS is the only reply, and none
from Nigel, who goes on correcting the
animal
shame brother; shame" again in
terposes Henry, adding: Have done,
now!"
Not till I've given him a mark that
will make him remember this day, and
you your uncalled for interference"
What do you mean" hurriedly
asks Henry. What do you intend do
ing?"
Splitting his ear" answers Nigel.
tossing aside the stick and again TAX
ing out his knife.
You shall split my hand first" re-
joins the younger brother, bending
down, and with spread palm covering
the head of the setter.
Hands off. Henry" shouts Nigel,
now furious. THE dogs my own, and
I shall do as please with him! Lift
your hand off, I say!"
Il WON'T" is the firm rejoinder.
Then take the consequences"
Saying this, he clutches at the ami
mails ear, at the same time lunging
out with his barred knife blade. Blood
spurts up into the faces of both. and
falls in crimson spray over the white
coat of the setter. 1t is not the blood
of the dog, but Henry s-the fittle fin
ger of whose left hand has received a
deep longitudinal cut, traveTsinng it
from knuckle to nail.
See what you've done he says, re-
proachingly holding out the wounded
hand, red stream tricklinng from his
finger tips.
eServe you right" is the unfeeling
rejoinder. You'd no business to thrust
your fingers into other peoples affairs.
Next time. you'll keep them to your
self"
Master Henry" observes the keeper
Il can't help sayin' as how ye deserved
it Yes spoil the spaniel by not giein
him plenty O. punishment. He needs
it for what he's did
.Insolent fellow. you need it for
what you've said. And you shall have
it Take that!"
Wheeling Sunday register. [volume] (Wheeling, W. Va.) 1882-1934, 1899-07-23
CHAPTER VI.
THE HALF-B BROTHERS.

Twenty miles west from London as
the crow flies, and within sight of the
turrets of Windsor Castle, two young
me mare making their way through a
wood. Not in a direct course, but
along the banks of a brook, which
meanders tor uously among the trees
these not tall, only by little overtop-
ping their heads; for the wood is what
is termed "scrub''-in short, a cover
for game. And this the young men
are after, as told by their carrying
guns, each having a doublebarreled
fowling piece, while two thorough
bred settlers are working the cover in
front of them. These, with a we'll
equipped keeper coming on behind,
precludes the suspicion that they are
poaching, though their personal ap-
pearance is of itself enough to put that
out of the question. Beyond doubt
they are proper sportsmen, and-judg-
ing by their general get-up, with the
cut of their sporting dresses gentle
men. A glimpse they now and chen
Wheeling Sunday register. [volume] (Wheeling, W. Va.) 1882-1934, 1899-07-23

mothers fortune went far towards
building up that of his fathers, and
therefore grudgingly thinks it should
all be his. But he knows it will rot;
as the General has more than once
limited his intention to leave Beech
woods estate equally partitioned be-
tween them.
The money matter in Nigels mind,
though an old cause of discomfort to
him, is nothing compared with another
and a newer one that has lately arisen
There is a young lady living in the
neighborhood, on whom he has set his
eyes, and believes, or suspects, it is
the same with his brother. Nor is that
brother altogether unsuspicious Of the
rivalry. Hence the bitterness of their
recent strife, and the earnestness of the
blows exchanged. The bad behavior
of the dog had little or naught to do
with it-only brought it to a crisis.
Standing by the cover edge, unap-
peased anger still scintilating in his
eyes, one off them swollen, with a
dark ring around it, Nigel Harding
feels for his half-brother hatred as in
tense as that Cain had for Abel. Nor
does he conceal it from the keeper,
whom he knows to be his jealous parti-
san-made so by means sure OF Sc
curing service, if not loyalty, from such
as he. To strengthen his claim, he
plunges his hand into his pocket, pulls
out a sovereign, saying:
Here, Dick, take that"
Thanked, Master Nigel" says the
keeper, cIutehing the proffered coin:
you're o. the right sort. anyhow. So
is this. he then adds, grinning gleeful-
" at the sovereign in his spread palm.
NO better salvage for bruise than it
be. At so much blow, I'd let Master
Harry batter me till he'd knocked the
skin off o. his knuckles. FIR all that,
| amt a-goin' eyther to forget nor for
gle him for the one he's iust struck
me, not if ! knows it.
Neither should you,' counsels the
malicious and still maddened youth.
But now, Doggy" he continues in a
confidential tone. bestowing . sobri-
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of their being introduced to the reader,
an incident occurs illustrating the con-
trast in their characters. Though the
wood is, strictly speaking, a pheasant
preserve, it is not pheasants they are
after, as may be told by the breed of
the dogs and the course these are TAX
ing. They follow the windings of the
rivulet, their instinct admonishing
them that in its channel or along it's
edge lies the game they are in search
of. For it is mid-winter with frost
upon the ground; and although the
stream is but a tiny rivulet, it has a
springfield not far off, and even in
the hardest weather its waters run
free. For this reason it is a favorite
her mistress remains a prey to low
''ie' of woodcoek and snipe-both mi
gratory birds among the Chiterns-
and after these the young sportsmen
are trying. That they have already
had success is proved by several brace
of the longbilled scolopacidae seen,
with their necks in leathern loops,
dangling from the netted bag of the
keeper.
1t is now a latish hour Of the after
noon, the sun is declining among the
trees, and the half-Hindu, of indolent
habit and anything but a keen sports
manfred of tramping, besides feel
ing uncomfortable in the cold evening
air, desires TO call in the settlers and go
home. AS already said, there are two
of these; one being white, the other
black; the white dog is Nigefs, the
black belonging to Henry. Just as the
elder brother is raising the call to his
lips, the white setter, running rash,
tiushes cock far ahead, and beyond
shot-range. 1t is not the first time this
has happened during the day, and to
the great displeasure of the dogs mas
ter, who has on each occasion correct
ed him. But not as now. The blood
of Hyderabad-hot even in the chilly
atmosphere of the Chiltern Hills-is up
on the instant, and displays itself by
Nigel Harding rushing at the animal
and cruelty belaboring it with the butt
Of his gun. Not satisfied with this,
Wheeling Sunday register. [volume] (Wheeling, W. Va.) 1882-1934, 1899-07-23
m" 1.-THE Rifle Ranger" THE Scalp Hunter" &C.


he whips out his knife, cuts sapling
chastising the creature, whose howlings
wake the echoes of the wood for more
than a mile around.
Henry intercedes, but in vain. In
stead of protecting the poor animal,
he but insures it's further chastise-
ment For the elder brother. incensed
by his interference, keeps on beating
it more brutally than ever.
1.-THE cur" he cries; "I'll give him a
lesson to last him for life!"
tits wrong of you," demonstrates the
younger. "The dog hasn't done any
thing to deserve such punishment. AS
you see, there's not tuft of cover, and
how could you expect the cock to lie?
If he flushed it too soon. it's dicks
fault, for not having properly trained
him."
''Thankee, Master 'Enry" interposes
the keeper thus censured; ''thankee for
the compliment. though it bean't desar-
we'd. I've did my best wi the trainin'
O. that brute; all O. no use; the steady
amt in him.
I'll put it into him!" shouts Nigel,
continuing to cudgel the dog.
Hold, brother!" vociferates Henry.
you'll kill the creature!"
"And if | do-What's it to you? The
creature, as you call it, is mine, not
yours"
"Give it him, Master Nigel" cries the
keeper; "do the beggar good"
'You, Dick" says Henry, 'Pll report
your conduct to my father
A sullen scowl from the savage in
Wheeling Sunday register. [volume] (Wheeling, W. Va.) 1882-1934, 1899-07-23
CHAPTER VII.
THE TRUE CAUSE OF THE QUAR-

On separating, the sportsmen go in
different directions; Henry straight
home; Nigel stopping by the covers
side, with the keeper still attending
him. The quarrel just ended has not
been the first between the half-broth-
ers; though the first brought to blows.
and the fault is entirely Nigeps, in
whose bosom there has long been cher
ished a secret animositv towards his
Younger brother. The son of the In
dian Princess is we'll aware that his
Wheeling Sunday register. [volume] (Wheeling, W. Va.) 1882-1934, 1899-07-23

get Of fine old Elizabethan mansion
shows them their own home for they
are the sons of its owner, General
Harding, and the cover they are brush
ing is his. But although both his sons,
theysare yet only half-brothers-th
offspring of different mothers, neither
of these now living. That of the elder,
Nigel, sleeps in a cemetery near the
ancient Hindu city of Hyderabad;
while the mother of Henry, the young
er, is buried in the churchyard of
Stoke Pogis, not far distant, where
repose the remains of Gray, author of
the "Elegy." Though in age the young
personal appearance they are alto
gether unlike, as were their maternal
parents. That of Nigel, who was an
Indian princess-a Ranee-has faith
fully transmitted to him her dark COM
plexion and Oriental cast of features;
while those of Henry's mother-an
English lady of the fair Saxon type
are with equal fidelity preserved in
him, her only son.
In still greater contrast are the NOR
al characteristics of the two young
men. The elder is of reserved, tact
turn habit, secretive, and inclined to
cruelty, like the tiger of his native
land; while the younger is the reverse
of all this-frank, free of speech, gener-
ous-hearted and handed; the last to
a fault. At least, so thinks his father,
to whom he has more than once given
offence by a too profuse expenditure
of his pOcket-money.
On this very day, and on the instant
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A slap from Henry's open hand sends
the keeper staggering against the tree.
You'll repent that blow. he NUT
tiers. scowling, but without caring to
return it. Dang me if We doan't."
I'll see you get satisfaction, Dick. ;"
says Nigel, consolingly. Soon AS
"Get it for him now!" interrupts Hen
ry, whose temper is at length thorough
ly aroused. Though you are older,
and have left me but one hand, dare
you! Coward. throw away your knife
and stand fair before me-"
Maddened by the challenge from one
he has hitherto controlled, Nigel drops
the knife, and with shut fists rushes at
his brother. They close in angry COM
bat, giving blow for blow, their eyes
showing hostility as intense as if no
kinship were between them.
There is but slight difference in their
size, Nigel, the taller, Henry, of stout
er build. But the Saxon sinews of the
pure bred Britisher prove their superb
ority over the more f1aceid frame of the
Anglo-Indian, who, in the expressive
phraseology of the prize ring, soon
"goes to grass"
Gathering himself up, he shows no
inclination to renew the fistic encoun-
ter; but, on the contrary, sinks sullen-
ly off, the keeper along with him; leav-
ing Henry behind to bind up his bleed
ing hand as he does SO, sorrowfully
rejecting on what has happened, but
still more on its cause.-the bad be-
havior of his brother.
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Author Of 1.-THE Death-Shot ''fleadIess Horscman

"Oh," exclaims the contadina, blush
Ing, and half in fear she may have
committed herself. "only another friend
of the pittore. If were quite sure you
were his friend might tell you the
name But"
Never mind about that now. my
girl; go on with your story"
There's not much more. Only that
the balloon went UP. and the pittore
along with it. 1t carried him away
over the Campagna, out of the reach Of
the carabinieri and their cruel captain.
Lode Dios!"
"And you say he has escaped?"
II hope so. / only wish I were sure
Of it."
"But has nothing been heard of him
since?"
ooh, yes; something very strange,
very amusing too. Everybody's max
ing jest about it. suppose you havn't
heard of that either?"
mot word"
"Well, It's said the officer mounted a
number of his men, and went chasing
after the balloon. They overlook it
long way off. After it came down they
thought they'd find the pittore in it,
and take him prisoner second time.
But they didn't
Wheeling Sunday register. [volume] (Wheeling, W. Va.) 1882-1934, 1899-07-23

PARTLY familiar WI EN-
No fear of your making a slipf'
No more'n Of my pitching this yellow
piece into the horsepond. Ye can rest sure
O. me, zur.''
Enough. And now, another thing: about
my setting you TO look after the young
lady. Not a word of that to anybody
sOnly one, master--that's num-"
$50, can trust you. There's saying,
Dick. that Silence is golden In your
case. it will hold good"
''Thankee, Master Nigel As I've sayed,
you are the right sort"
With this plain-spoken compliment, the
dialogue comes to close: and the two
conspirators set of for home: one deter
mined upon telling false tale; and the
other equally resolved on supporting it,"
Wheeling Sunday register. [volume] (Wheeling, W. Va.) 1882-1934, 1899-07-23
CHAPTER v.
A LONDON LETTER.
Then he has got off for good?"

linen ne mas got OH lot SOOu!
81 hope he has, Signor. That's the
last heard of him in the citta And
the padrona of the house here says he
is not back since. I've been several
times to inquire. do hope he's reach
ed some safe place; for if they took
him again twould go i'll with him. So
people say. The soldiers are made an
CRY about his escaping, besides their
letting so laughed at"
You appear to feel great interest
In the young artist
Ehere's nothing strange in that,
sir; who doesn't that knows him?
Everybody likes the Signor Torreani.
But Il"
The young girl hesitates, showing
agitation.
You what?" interrogates the father
in severe, searching tone.
"Oh, only that know him better
than most Others
"How?"
WELL" she replies laughingly, eff
you want an answer, and must have
it, you're welcome"
IF you please"
Because he has painted me-"
'Painted youH
AYE, scores of times, put me in
some of his best pictures. There l
am in that one"
She points to the large oil painting
which leans against the wall, looking
fresh as if just off the easel. 1t is an
Italian scene, the venremmia. with
the gatherers and a group of
peasant girls-the figure of one, central
and conspicuous, a portrait of herself,
and perfect likeness, costumed and
bedecked just as she there stands in
all her blooming beauty. Evidently
the artist had we'll studied his subject,
and limned her with more than ordin-
airy Inspiration.
While she is still gazing at her
counterpart in colors, her eyes spark
ling with triumphant admiration; a
remark made by the stranger CRATES
harshly upon her ear.
"Ah! / understand" he says, after
bestowing a glance on the picture,
seemingly not over-pleased with it, and
then at herself. you're what they
oaIl model, / suppose? The artist
psss you for sitting to him, and you've
come to see whether there's a likeli-
hood of his wanting you for a new
group"
.sSir!" exclaims the contadina, her
grand black eyes lighting up with ILL
concealed Indignation, Il know not
what you may be, but what you are;
and that is, inquisitive. It's evident
you're a stranger to the city, and I'M
acquainted with the ways of the via
mayutta. Yves not mere models as
YOU please to designate us. Some may
have hearts and souls, though grand
people, like you, may not think it. Not
SO with the Signor Torreani, who's a
true gentiluomo, with none of your
class prejudices. But l waste time
talking to one who can't comprehend.
Addio, Signor."
And she sweeps out of the room,
leaving the Sindico in state of stupe-
fed bewilderment.
He is aroused from it by an old lady
The padrona di dasa-who at that in
stant enters. Continuing the converse
ton with her, who is known to him,
he receives fuller and more substan-
tial account OF what has happened to
his son: the padrona having gathered
il from the young artists professional
brethren who have called to inquire
about him. The latest news heard is
none at all.
sAnd that Is the best under the cir
cumstannss. siynore," says che ancient
Wheeling Sunday register. [volume] (Wheeling, W. Va.) 1882-1934, 1899-07-23

SYNOPSIS OF PRECEDING CHAP
IERS.-A youthful Roman, a revolutiona-
ry follower of Mazzini, is being led to pri-
son by a body of soldiers under Captain
Guardiola. His friends in the crowd
shout to him to make dash and escape.
There is a balloon preparing 10 ascend,
and the prisoner gets into it, leaving the
captain and the guard below. They deter
mine to follow the balloon until it de-
sends. The balloon descends in thicket,
and the young man escapes. He is the son
of Signor Toreani, of Val di Orno, near
Rome.