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‘ IN * A PRIVATE BOX.
I first met the Old man in a large Lon-
don cafc; indeed, up to the time of the
occurrence I am about to relate I had
never been in his company elsewhere.
lie used to play chess there, and so
did I, and our acquaintance had been
confined to chats across the checkered
board. I was an enthusiast at the game,
while he, though a much stronger
player, seemed to use chess as a solace
for some trouble, or to divert his mind
from unpleasant thoughts. Of this I
was convinced.
Many months passed before I even
knew his name, which I at last discov-
ered to be Francesco Astarita. He was
a decidedly good-looking Italian, about
30 years of age, but his features already
bore lines of care or affliction, I never
could tell which. I always found him
very variable in manner. Sometimes
he would be almost affable, at others
silent and morose, but there was al-
ways a dash of melancholy in his con-
versation. '
We met only at night, and I gathered
that he held some mercantile appoint-l
ment in the city. He spoke almost
perfect English.
“ Will you have a game ?” I said, one
evening, as I took a seat opposite to
him at one of the marble-topped tables.
“I should like to try that variation in
the Buy Lopez again.”
“N 0, thank you," he replied, gru‘fiy.
“I am just going.”
“You are not feeling unwell, Ihope?”
He certainly looked very pale and
careworn, but he gave no answer. A
sickly smile, half sneer, stole over his
face.
A few minutes later he rose, put on
his hat, and, with a curt “Good-night,”
strode toward the door. Then he sud-
denly stopped, came back, and said:
“I am going to the J Ollity. Do you
care to come? I have taken a private
box—quite alone.”
Music halls, even when called tliéa-
ters or varieties, were not much to my
taste, but I was disappointed of my
chess, for there was no other person
present with whom I cared to play,
and, at any rate, I could come away
from the J ollity when I was tired.
SO I accepted his invitation, and we
strolled along the street together. He
was unusually silent. and as I failed in
several attempts to get him into con-
versation, I at length fell back on my
own thoughts.
What could induce a man of his
temperament to go to a music hall——
especially in such a particularly un-
socialile mood? Could it be possible
that llle entertainment would take his
mind Off his troubles? That he had
troubles, and serious ones, I could not
for a moment'doubt. But what most
astonished me was to find him in-
dulging in the luxury of a private box,
for I was sure that he was it man of
slender means. The ticket might have
been given to him, but he had distinct-
ly said that he had “taken it," which
meani- “hired it.”
‘Thc bright and brilliantly decorated
house was already crowded in many
parts when we took our seats and the
entertainment had begun. A girl in an
idealized male attire was singing a. song
with a rollicking chorus, and youths
were grinning with enjoyment at the
same old jokes that their fathers and
grandfathers had relished in days gone
.by.
Astarita looked horribly bored. He
sat at the back of the bOx in silence.
Suddenly he pulled his chair nearer to
mine and became communicative.
“You can’t understand me," he said.
“You think I am not happy. Well, I
am not. And do you suppose this pro-
gramme is likely to cheer me‘.’ Come
back out of that noise. I will tell you
a story—a true story—a page out of
my own life." ' 1
The audience was applauding, and!
I moved my chair into the interior of
the box.
“My father was an Italian—"
“So I should judge by your name,” .
I interrupted. . . .-
“Yes; but he died when I was very .
young, and my mother was English.
My home was at Naples. When I was
a lad I went into the office of a. large
firm of fruit merchants there. I stuck
hard at my work for some years, and I
was doing very well. Then I met the
only woman I ever loved—I must have
been about 25—and the ouly woman I
believed to be worthy of my devotion.
Ah, those were happy days!” .
Astarita paused in his story, and
seemed to be dwelling on memories of .
the past.
“What was I saying?" he suddenly;
began again. “Ah, yes, I remember.’
Angela knew of my love and returned I
it. There was not a. shadow on our:
path—until an “English Scoundrel, 5
called Herbert Ross, appeared on the,
scene. I never knew what brought ,
him to Naples, but he came, and while ‘
there, in an evil hour, met her—my,
s'wec'r Angela.
“That man, sir, had what the world
calls a winning manner. He could talk
well, played the violin, and was an ama- l
teur conjurer and ventriloquist. The
world loves a mountebank, and there I
were plenty of fools in Naples ready}
to welcome him as a guest. The villain ,
'fascinated my Angela—instilled into
her a desire to go on the stage. He had .
influence with actors and managers]
everywhere, and, as her parents weref
dead, and she was living with friends, 7
he had no difficulty in getting her an
engagement.
“She was mad. But I saw through
his scheme. He wanted to get her away
from me, and persuade her to marry
him. Yes, he succeeded. Two years
later she was his wife—his wife—and
lost to me forever.”
The orchestra was playing loudly,
and I drew my chair fart-her back.
“Can you not guess that it broke my
heart? I could not stay in Naples, I
came t6 London. Only once since her
marriage have I seen Angela. I met
her in Piccadilly one day last August
We walked in the Green park. It was
the happiest hour I have known since
the Old time in Naples. l
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“At first she declared that she was
happy, but do you not think I could
read her face? I told her that I did
not believe her. She wept, and con-
fessed that she was leading amiserable
life. And how happy I might have
made her!_ Failed on the stage? Yes,
but not “only that. Her husband, who
was now a professional entertainer,
was cruel to her. He had struck her—
yes, struck her! ,
“I said: ‘I will avenge you!’
“ ‘No, no,’ she cried, ‘for my sake
do not raise a hand against him. Prom-
ise me. Promise me, F rancesco.’
“What could I do? I promised her
that while .she lived I would not touch
him. And I have kept my word. But,
by heaven—”
. As’rarita did not finish the sentence.
He was livid with emotion, and trem-
bling from head to foot. I urged him
to be calm.
“ch, I must be calm,” he said.
“What is going on on the stage?"
I stepped forward. .
“A troupe of acrobats—No. 5." --
He leaned back in his chair and wiped
his forehead. I glanced around at the
audience and immediately felt a. grip
on my shoulders, while Francesco As-
tarita whispered, almost hissed, into
my car:
“She is dead! ”
I turned and looked him in the face.
“Then try to forget it all,” Isaid.
“Let the past be buried."
The curtain had descended.
“Give me the programme!” he said,
quickly. .
He held it in front of me with the
long thumbnail of his right hand cut-
ting through a point in the middle of
the page.
“Look there! The next item—‘Mr.
Christopher Gurney, ventriloquist.’
That is the stage name of the scoun—
drel, Herbert Ross!” ,
“Let us go away,” I urged. “You are
excited and unwell. It will do you no
good to see him. Come away.”
“No, no; not yet,” he answered.
“Presently.”
The bell rang and the curtain rose,
discovering a row of grotesque and
grinning figures waiting to receive ani-
mation from the magic powers of the
ventriloquist. Christopher Gurney ap-
peared and made his bow. Taking his
stand in the midst of the puppets he
began his entertainment. His dia-
logues and jcsts were bright and “up
to date,” and pcals of laughter were
frequent from the audience.
I looked around at Astarita. He was
standing behind me, leaning against
the side of the box, half concealed by
a long curtain. I could not see his
face, and noticed a wild madness in his
eyes.
“Shall we go ?” I said, again.
“Presently,” was all the reply.
The ventriloquist was now making
one of his figures sing a comic song.
It was accompanied by the band. and
had a refrain that I have never forgot-
ten, and that never comes into my head
without bringing back that night at
the J ollit-y.
The song came to an end and1 loud
applause rang through the building.
In ‘the midst of the clamor the per-
former bowed his head, and, to the
alarm Of everybody, fell face down-
ward in front of the footlights. There
he lay, motionless, with his row of un-
canny puppet-s grinning down upon
him.
Attendants now rushed on from the
wings-and as they lifted the inanimate
body I saw a red stream flowing from
his head and a, dark stain on the floor
of the stage. The curtain was imme-
diately rung down and the audience
was stunned by the terrible scene they
had witnessed. »'-'
I turned instinctively to Astarita. He
was pale and excited. '
I “This did it!” he said.
He held in his hand an air gun, which
till now he had concealed from my
sight. I was transfixed with horror at
his crime. I sat like one dazed. looking
into space, and just. conscious that some
one was standing before the curtain
addressing the audience. Then I awoke
to a full sense of my position and de-
termined to secure the criminal. I rose
to do so. ‘
He had gone!
I went out into the noisy streets.
There was a fine drizzle and the roads
and pavements were slippery, but I
walked along like one in a dream.
Where I went I cannot remember, but
I know that I did not enter my cham-
bers, until nearly two o’clock in the
morning. I was wet through and cov-
' ered with mud. As I crept into bed I
resolved to tell the police all that I
knew on the following day.
Next morning I rose calmer, but with
no appetite for breakfast. I‘took up
my newspaper to see if there was any
account of the tragedy at the J ollity,
when my eye fell first on the following
paragraph:
“Late last night a man was seen to
throw himself into the Thames from
! WaterlooA bridge. Attempts were made
to save his life, but Without success.
The river police, however. recovered
the dead body. From articles found on
the deceased it would appear that he
was an Italian named Francesco As-
tarita. but at present nothing is known
of him nor of. his motive for commit.-
ting the crime.”
But at the end of the account of the
scene at the Jollity I Was relieved to
read:
“On making inquiries at the hospi-
tal we were informed that the injuries
to Mr. Gurney are not so serious as
were at first feared and there is every
hope of his complete recovery. There
is at present no clew whatever to the
criminal.”
I have, therefore, rightly or wrong- .
15’. held my peace.——Tit—Bits.
-—Conscientiou.s About It.’—“Edith,"
called out mamma, from the sitting-
room, “are you stirring the flour into
that batter as I showed you how to do
it ?” “Yes, mamma," said the little girl.
“but my arm is getting awfully tired.
Would it unmix if I stirred it the other
"way a. little while ?”—Chicago Tribune.
,T'I—LE EVENING, GAZETTE
A NOVEL LOVE ROMANCE.
Began with 3 Stupid Man Who Dnmazed
a. Woman’s Nose.
Here’s a. curious story of loye and
courtship. About two years ago, says
the Athens (Ga.) News,.a young gentle-
man Of this city, while in Savannah, got
into a street car with a heavy umbrella
under his arm. Like a, great many
other careless people, he held it at a
dangerous angle, with the point stick-
ing out behind him, and ere long the car
gave a lurch and a ladyjust behind him
emitted an ear-splitting scream. Every-
body jumped and looked, and to his '
horror the young. man found that the
point of his umbrella had come in con-
tact with the nose Of the young lady
seated just behind him. Of course, he
apologized, or tried, but it was like
apologizing for murder over the body
of the victim, for the lady’s nose was
bleeding and she Was almost in con-
vulsions with pain.
The car was stopped at the next cor-
ner, where there happened to be adrug
store, and the young man, aided and
abetted by one or two elderly ladies,
who at once took a lively interest in the
case, helped the young lady OE and into
the store and posted off after a doctor.
One was found and the unlucky nose
was soon put in working order, and the
owner, attended by the married ladies,
was sent home in a. carriage.
The young man took her address and
hunted up a mutual acquaintance, with
whom he called the next day to see how
the nose was getting along. The nose
did well, so did the young man, for by
the time the nose was out of danger he
had got in the habit Of calling, so that it
became natural for him to step around
in the evening. So in the course of -
time they were married, and she is the
only lady in the United States whose
courtship began by a punch in the nose
from her future husband.
A N EW WOMAN.
“Quick Lunch" Like Male
Philistlnes.
The new woman. is becoming newer
and newer as she grows Older. This
may sound like a paradox, but the new
woman knows better than that, says
the New York Press.
The latest stride made by the new
woman is to sit up to a lunch counter
like a. man and eat her pic and drink
her coffee in a hurly-burly, as her re-
pudiated lord and master does down-
town in the middle of the day. There
is a. large dry goods store, where bar-
gains in ginghams, laces, jewelry and
gloves are only a preliminary to the
bargains in lunch that are Offered in
the newly fitted up lunch room in the
place. Here the new woman sits
astride of her stool, orders her sand-
wich and “one in the dark” with the
aplomb that comes to one sure of her
position.
'The new woman has taken to the
lunch counter idea with a great deal
of warmth. She was a little doubtful
about it when it was first proposed,
but- now that she has tried it she is
more indignant with man than ever
for keeping her in ignorance so long
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abbut this charmingly uncomfortable
way of swallowing a meal.
The business and professional man,
who is compelled to wrestle at a lunch
counter every day, regards it as agreat
deal of a bore, but to the new woman
it is a. glimpse of a gastronomical para-
dise.
The experiment made by this par?
ticular store has proved to be so suc-
cessful that it is certain ”there will be
other lunch counters in .big New York
dry goods stores.
SHERMAN As A BOY.
A Youthful Prank Recalled bylilm After
Gaining Fame.
Among my school adventures at
Mount Vernon, says the Memoirs of
Senator Sherman, was one I heartily
regret. we had a teacher by the name
of Lord. He was a. small man and not
able to cope with several of the boys in
the school. We called him “Bunty
Lord.” One evening after school four
boys, of whom I was one, while playing
on the “commons, found a. dead sheep.
It was suggested that we carry the
sheep into the schoolrooni and place it
on Lord’s seat. This was promptly
done, and I wrote a. Latin couplet, pur-
porting that this was a very worthy
sacrifice to a very poor Lord, and placed
it on the head of the sheep. The next-
morning Lord found the sheep and
made a. great outcry against the indig-
nity. Efforts-were. at once made to as-
certain the actors in this farce, and
proof was soon obtained. My hand-
writing disclosed my pa-rt in the case,
and the result was a prompt discharge
of the culprits from the school, but
poor Lord lost his place because of his
manifest inability to govern his un-
ruly pupils.
Malling a Bicycle.
An American tourist is said to have
recently sent his bicycle from London
to Paris by mail at. acost of afcw pence
and received it in perfect order. That
looks like a yarn, but it is straight. The
English parcels post now carries mail
packages not over 20 pounds in weight,
and not of a higher value than $100,
from any point in England to any place
in 17 rancc at What appears to be a. ri-
diculously low tariff. The bicycle
weighed just 20 pounds. The wheels
and handle bars were removed from the
frame, and carefully wrapped in heavy
paper, so as to make a. compact bundle,
before the postage was paid, and when
the wrappings were removed at the
tourist’s hotel in Paris the machine
was in perfect condition.
BEHIND THE BARS.
How Mopsa Was Car-ed For While Its
Owner Was Away.
We know what we ask our friends to
do for us, but we seldom know all the
deviations which are made from the
original instructions. In a. fashiona-
ble Chicago flat a. few months ago the
sOciety dame who was going to the sea-
shore left her beloved poodle, Mopsa,
in charge of her nearest, dearest friend
in the flat, who was not going away.
Elaborate directions were conveyed as
to what Mopsa was to be fed and how
often—when she was to be bathed and
combed—how carefully she must be
kept from roaming the streets, and so
on. The faithful friend seemed de-
voted to the charge, and Mopsa’s mis-
tress went away with a. mind at case.
On her return Mopsa was delivered in
good health and spirits, but—oh!
'frightfully gone off in her looks, tow~
zled and ragged—not at all thearisto-
cratic dog ,of former days. One day
her mistress said:
“Maria, I can’t stand it any longer—
do tell me what you did to Mopsa. while
I was gone? She looks horrid.”
And Maria honestly replied:
“Julia, she was such a. nuisance, al-'
ways running out when the doors were
open, so I kept her in my old bird
cage.”
TOOK THE WHIP. HAND.
Bismarck’s Physician Would Not Yield to
the Old Man’s Humors.
Von Paschinger‘s work on Prince
Bismarck, which has just appeared,
contains several hitherto unpublished
anecdotes. One of these relates how
Dr. Schweninger became the chem
cellor’s private physician and sub-
jugated the great man to his will. Dr.
Schweninger, who was. indebted to
Herr Doetz, deputy, for his introduc-
tion to Bismarck’s household, recog-
nized the strong temperament with
which he had to deal, and resolved to
assume the whip hand at the very out-
set. Three days after; his advent the
chancellor fell ill. The doctor forbade
him to partake of a certain dish of
which he was particularly fond. Bis-
marck rebelled, and had it placed be-
fore him, notwithstanding. Hearing
of what had been done Dr. Schwen—
inger entered the room, took the dish
forcibly from the patient’s hands, and
flung it out of the window. The man
of iron perceived that he had met his
match and was ever afterward the most
docile of patients under Dr. Schwen-
inger’s hands.
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