The sun. [volume] (New York [N.Y.]) 1833-1916, 1914-07-19

mcnt and penetration if | stopped to
say how it was that Katrina had been
the faithful ally of the American leader,
and how. from her fathers neutrality
and her own popularity, she had gained
the most valuable information from all
suurccs-Cowhoy and Ranger-and how
in her odd disguise she had faithfully
kept the American chief informed of
the movements of hostile parties below;
how. in short. she was the most charm
ing and complete spy in pettiCoats the
world had ever known. and how her in
nocence and purity were acknowledged
by the great general who guarded her
on these interviews with a fathers
care and how she informed my great
uncle of this with many bushes, pouts
and prettnessts till the poor fellow was
half. crazy.
"The Petroleum Fiend." published in
the Californian on April 10 and May 6,
1865, was his first continued story. The
following extracts tell the tale
From the window Of n brilliantly
lighted apartment in one Of the fashion,
able thoroughfarcs Mr.. and Mrs. Spar
"'whawk looked upon the night. They
had been married but a twelvemonth
Each being poor and obviously untitled
for the responsibilities of wedlock, their
courtship had met with such strenuous
opposition from their respective friends
as to result, rs usual, in a speedy mar
riage. Mr.. Sparrowhawk met the diff
cuties of his new cond tion with char
actcristic philosophy. Returning from
the bridal trip, as he handed his last
half dollar To the porter, the loving
bride venturcd to ask the nome ntous
question:
"on what are We TO live"
"bn others" was the quiet response.
Hiding her white Grape bonnet in his
bosom Tn blushng girl expressed her
| self sat SIZED. Through all the financial
| troubles Of the honeymoon she proved
herself a worthy hclpmect Her hus-
bands old creditors looked with dismay
as they found the delicate tact and firm
! Instincts of the subtle sex added to the
masculine audacity Of the male Spar
rowhawk. Nor was this all. Her jew
elry, purchased on credit, she freely
sacrlfic, d, "These trinkots are not mine"
reasoned that affectlonate creature. but
his; and she saw them pawned with
| out a struggle.
| The sagdClous reader will readily
imagine from the for, going that Mr.
ana Mrs. 5. We're not engaged in senti-
mental cont, mplation of the heavens.
The necessity Of evading the claims Of
an impending creditor was Just then
under discussion, and a natural impulse
had brought them both to the window.
as If to find some solution Of the hnan-
cial question outside.
1T does seem" said Mr. Sparrow.
hawk deliberately, "as IL the very
devil"
\ little scream from his wife arrested
him here, and the rest Of his profa ne
reflection was lost. And well might Mrs.
:. scream. As she turned away from
the window with "A slight contraction OF
her pretty brows she suddenly came
upon stranger standing upright in
the middle Of the floor.
81 beg your pardon" said the in
truder b!andly "but you seem to have
been 50 pleasantly occupied as not to
hear my knock. May | hope that
have also spared YOU the trouble OF
opening the door for me-"
He was "A nice little bald headed old
gentleman, in an evening dress Of black,
neatly gloved and booted Perhaps his
r nstep was somewhat too high and ha
moved gingerly as II his boots hurt
him
"Now attend To me for few mo-
mcnts. Observe this. II YOU p'cas',' and
t he drew from his breast pocket "A vial
= Of amber colored liquid and handed it 10
{ Mr., Sparrowhawk.
$ Mr.. $. looked at tho vial obviously,
= Mrs. s., true TO hrr scN's instinct, adj
, mired the color.
= smell IT,"
Sparrowhawk removed the cork and
shifted at the iiuld. Spite Of its delicate
.f....e &. IL ~ Won