The Kinsley graphic. [volume] (Kinsley, Kan.) 1890-1940, 1899-12-29

"Hc never struck me ~ man to run after
the ladies'" said.
NO" replied the able, "but it is the
other way. You would stand no chance
against him, cavalier, for all your long mus
tache-a thousand thanks" and the genial
lie Clerc seized the Aagon of Orvieto /
passed to him. and filled his goblet.
After this the conversation changed. and
shortly retired to my apartments and, dis
missing my lnckey. sat down to read book
on falconry that the cardinal had lent me.
1 had not been occupied thus for an hour
when the door opened, and Jacopo eau
tiously peeped in. He withdrew his head
on catching my eye, and heard him shut
fling outside.
Come in"
"Excellency." and the sound Of further
shutting, but no Jacopo. l lost patience
at this, and fearing at the same time that
there had been trouble, repeated my order
to come in sharply. This had the desired
effect; but as soon as my henchman ap-
peared in view made certain there had
been brawl. He was very red in the
face, and from under the helmet he wore
could see white bandage.
"What the devil does this mean, Jacopo?"
l asked, sternly.
81 have come to report, excellency."
W udIu4y appear III III SIdlS W W
So"
Perfectly fit, excellency," and Jacopc
drew himself up to attention and saluted.
els the matter of Importance? For, if
not, you had better come tomorrow"
eyes, your excellency-matter of i'm
portance. By your worship's leave. as you
| are aware, l gave a dinner to-day, and We
had"
Never mind what you had; to the
point"
Boiled meat with sauce, sausages with
garlic, risotto ala Milanese-"
81 do not care what you had-go on,
fool"
II am going on, excellency. Where was l
"a risotto did l say? And bread made
with yeast. And for drink, signore-"
81 doubt not you had store of that, ia
copo."
"Rut dozen flagons or SO of wine, your
worship-all rosso"
"Jacopo-you will be good enough to re.
tire at once"
II am retiring, exceliency; but my re-
| port"
"Will do for tomorrow"
GAS your worship desires; but we have
| burnt the inn"
"What?'
'"The inn, where we rested the day of our
arrival in Rome, your worship. What with
enc thing and another, the landlord footed
up his bill to four crowns. And l said to
my friends: What! are honest soldiers
| to pay, like: this? Whereat there was
trouble, excellency; but we came off best. E"
l rose without word, and Selling ia:
| copo by the neck, elected him from the
room, with, l am sorry to say, very consider
| able violence.
Cursing myself for my folly in having
| been SO generous, l banged the door after
| him, and returned to my book ! could
not, however, read, for my mind was full
Of the consequences that might arise from
this mad freak of my followers, and l de-
| termined to seek out the cardinal the next
! day, and obtain his permission to move
| out of Rome to some quieter spot, and there
| await his instructions. Amidst it all, how
ever, / could not help being pleased at the
| thought that retributive justice had over
taken the scoundrel tavern-keeper, the
| memory of whose bed made me shudder. l
| had no doubt that Jacopo was speaking the
| truth, and that, even as he spoke, the
flames were suffering merrily above that
| den of thieves.
ITO BE Continued