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Weary of soul and famishing for food, T. e Al'ilst counts the hours. He does not st? r. He finds the grim place suited to his mood And all his 5 .cred memories of her. Dear tr. asure of the well-remembered days When she, his sweet, white mistress, loved him well! The hot tears rise and blur his steadfast gaze He turns hishead: a stranger's rung the bell. “W’ell, enter, J ewl—VVhatl—No, ’tis not for sale! Begonel—Ho, take itI—O, farews'a, my sweet!” The Jew unkooks the picture from the nail—- The Art st akeshis gold—a man must eat. —‘I‘own Topics. THE CYCLIST’S CAPE. “aw 1 Oil must take it,” Madame Renne said to her husband. She was a small brunette, thin and aggressive, who strongly reminded one of little pet dogs who often receives visitors by snapping and snarling at their heels as 80011 as the front door is opened.‘ Mr. Bonner was a big. jolly dry goods merchant, and he watched his spouse ruefully as she unhookcd a heavy cloth cape from the rack in the hall. He had hoped against hope that, for once, she would forget to lumber his bicycle with that clumsy old cloak; it was such a bore. . “It looks like rain,” the little woman continued, “and I am not going to al- low you to come back drenched to the skin, much as it would please you. A cold means money, and our physician is a fool; he is incapable of curing ei- ther pneumonia or pleurisy. So, kind- ly tell me what would become of me in case of your death ‘2” \Vhile speaking with a fluency which would have done credit to a politician on a stumping tour, she rolled the cape into a tight bundle, tied a bit of string around it, and there it was, ready to be fastened on the handle of his .whcel. “In your way?” she exclaimed in shrill repetition. “Well, I would really like to know why? Oh, I see, it is not the swell thing, and you are afraid that the ladies you pass on the road will think you are carrying a bundle ——is that it?” chne bowed his head patiently to the storm, for well he knew that one word, one timid protest, would exas- perate his wife into further parley, and the discussion would drag on in- definitely; but as today she seemed rather more amiable than usual he held his tongue. “See that wheel or get soiled,” she went on. “If you use it, roll it up wrong side out again before replacing it, and do not lose the string as you did last time. ,VVhat are you looking at? I really think you might have the civility to listen to me when I speak to you.” Renne was contemplating with forced calm the serene blue sky, and trying to catch the placidity shining in its azure depth. “Please do not kiss me goodby, I am not to be fooled and cajoled so easily. :What are you waiting for '2” and turn- ing toward her husband she saw him making false gestures of poverty. “No money! of course not; well, here is five francs. I shall require an extra ac- count of your expenses, though, and please look at the change, you are so apt to take odds and ends of coins whichare difficult to pass. Now go; try to avoid drinking while you are warm, and keep out of draughts.” Mr. Renne tucked the money into his waistcoat pocket, kissed his wife gravely, for hedid not dare to appear gay, as she would have deeply rc- sented any manifestation of joviality, and started down stairs in search of his bicycle, with the necessary amount of moderation and decorum which he know best suited Mme. Renne. When once well out into the open country, he expanded his lungs and took in great breaths of air, whilesihe blood rushed to his face, and his eyes almost started from their sockets; then very slowly he exhaled it all un- til he grew pale from—could it be re- lief? The sun, high in the heavens, shed its genial rays full upon him as he pedalled frantically along the high- way, with arms akimbo, doubled near- ly in two over his handles and wild with delight. The smooth white road unravelled before him like a ball of twine, the horizon appeared to advance toward him in friendly welcome, and the bushes and trees, which looked like tiny specks in the distance, grew steadily as if by magic under his gaze and assumed massive and stately pro- portions. To Mr. Renne the landscape seemed to be running the other way, clumps of wood and bracken, little houses, elm trees, fields and milestones melted away before him like a bit of sugar. He whistled gayly as his bicy- cle devoured space, scorching down the hills, attacking the upgrades with easy assurance, while on a level no bird Would have entered into competition. Almost intoxicated as he was by his enthusiastic flight through space, he never noticed that the vicious little string around his cape had slowly and wickedly unfastened, as though it wagted to play him a nasty trick. While he was given over to his sav— age and all but animal enjoyment, the hypocritical bit of cord snapped sharp- ly in two, and off flew the cape like a streak of light, unnoticed by his eye which, at the time, was eagerly scan- ning a sign post. Nearly a mile bu- hind the cloak, black and inanimate. it does not touch the, lay in +hc middle of the road, While the bicycle. lighter than before, tore deliriously on its winged way. His blissful ignorance was short lived, however, and the awakening was most cruel, for as he sat under- the awning of a friendly restaurant, rapturously sipping sauterne and selt- zer, and gazing with dreamy eyes beaming with love and pride at his wheel which leaned gracefully against a tree in front of him, a premonition seized him; what was missing? and with a cry he sprang to his feet; it was the cape! An instantaneous change passed over Renne’s world; the wine soured, a sharp wind arose which ruffled his hair and his temper; every old crack and blister showed out plainly on the varnished parts of his bicycle, and even the rubber tire looked miserable, notchy and worn. Renne’s heart turned sick as he sat lost in dejected reflection. All the en- ergy and strength of mind which he brought so courageously into play while earning his daily bread, seemed to melt away and disappear before the disastrous loss of the cape. As he sat with his head buried in his hands he pictured his return and reception by Mme. Renne; it would not take her half a second to discover his misfor- tune, he thought; and well he knew what scenes would ensue—tears, la- mentations, reproaches. sulks and out- bursts of rage, in which the little vix- en fairly revelled in her moments of uncontrolled fury. Gracious Heavens! Seized with a chill he hurriedly paid his bill at the restaurant, and jumping on his poor old bicycle, which had beaten the rec- ord coming, he started homeward. One wagon passed him after the other; first a butcher’s cart, next an old fat woman driving a donkey, then a gypsy wagon with an impudent long—haired rascal who stared mockingly but un- easily after him. Renne felt very much inclined to question him about his cape; but a feeling of reticence withheld him for he strongly suspect- ed that the man had found it. and that it lay hidden somewhere under the lot of quarrelling, crying rats which filled the wagon back of him. Oh! to the devil with the thing; he hoped that it was lost forever. What did he care! But suddenly the mocking look in the tramp’s eyes came back to him; of course the fellow had found and taken his cape. Rennc felt sure of it now. What could he do about it, though? Follow him and search his wagon? Suppose after all the man had never seen it; how like a fool he would look. And so, little by little his anger sub- sided, and the ridiculous side of the affair presented itself to his mind so forcibly that he felt like screaming with laughter. His wife appeared be- fore him in a different light alto- gether; she was no longer a being to be dreaded, but to be ridiculed; and he pondered slowly over a summary vengeance to be administered upon the tormentor who had been oppressing him for years. He would hear no more of her petty persecutions, neither would he drag coats and capes about on his bicycle, through the summer heat and dust; and they might as well understand each other for once. But as he pedallcd along, diflerent considerations suggested themselves to his excited imagination. The cloak was new, and had cost 29 francs; it was stupid of him to have lost it; and if his wife had urged, nay, forced him to carry it, it was more from love than from hate. After all, it would be idi- otic to lose it; and the instinct of own- ership awakened within him as he ‘thought of the old Bohemian driving his wagon and perhaps laughing at him in his beard as he pass-ed; and in turning the angle of the roadhc shook his fist revengcfully after the tramp, “Where is your cloak?” call-ed out Mme. Renne in shrill accents, before he was off his wheel. “Oh, Heavens! you have lost it!" and she raised her hands in horror. “My cloak, oh!” indifierently. was too hot and heavy to lug about and I sold it.” “\Vhatl you sold it?” stammered the small scold, gazing upon him with a mingling of fear and distrust in her eyes; she began to fear for his reason; this calm might turn into fury; he could not be sane. Drawng 35 francsfrom his pocket he handed them to her, and said: “You see I have made six francs by the bar- gain, and you can buy yourself a little present with the surplus.” Still worried and suspicious, al- though utterly disarmed, she wanted to know in a breath where and how and to whom he had sold his cape. "I met a poor fellow in a cafe who was ill with -a severe cold or some- thing; he had a bad cough, and eyed my cape so wistfully that we entered into conversation—you understand.” and he whistled'gayly, delighted with his clover falsehood. He had been hoarding his pennies for days to eke out those 35 francs, but he thought them well invested, for at least he was rid ‘of that odious cape! His wife turned the money over thoughtfully in her hand, and after a moment’s' pause said: “I will buy you another exactly like it tomorrow.”— The Parisian. - (t'. 1 Be Misunderstood Her. At a dinner party recently given at an English country house the coach- man had come in to help wait at the table. Among the guests was a very deaf oldlady. ’ Coachman, in handling vegetables, comes to deaf party. “Peas, mum?” says J ehu. No answer. “Peas, mum?” (louder). Still no answer from the D. P., but placing her ear-trumpet to her car, she lifts it interrogatively to the man, who ejaculates: f‘Well, it’s a nun way of taking them, but I suppose she likes it. Here goes!” and down went the peas into the ear-trumpet. \ ”a n u: whammy? s1 ll'ilZEUEI'il .tt I CAPITAL, . . . . . . there comes a time when the careless innocence of child- hood changc 4 to the modest, blushing maidenly sclf — con- sciousness of ap- Ng . 'proaching maturity. '1‘ The eye is bfy‘hter; ' the form is rt. nnder' there is a touch of shy coquetry in the . glance:—the girl has ‘ become a woman. 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Pianos Sold on Easy Terms and Old Ones Taken in .. Exchange. Factory: Pacific St? Stamford. oft]. "t :a' o. . o J v _.\ . ‘. . 1 .- A N in) W EOURNaHStE MR. DANA READS A Lesson: TO HIS NEIGHBOR. :rHE TRIBUNEI'M Incidentally tho Veteran Ed‘itor'il’flyéfidis Respects to the Two Papers “'fiiizirv’fi‘r’e Just Now Reveling in New l’ox‘kFS’éfiga- tionansm. to n c r" ‘Under the head, Notes on the “they Journalism, the New York Sun says; Our next-door neighbor, the Tribune which has taken into its house the re: mains of the defunct Recorder, dead of vulgarity, announces its intention of producing or evolving, or disgorg- ing, “a Serio-Comic Supplement” as a regular feature, henceforth, of its Sun- day edition. Our candid opinion is that there is about as much demand for more serio- comic supplements to Sunday newspa— pers in New York as there is for more fleas in Italy. \Ve should say, more- [over, that although it may be possi- ‘ble'for the Tribune establishment to concoct during the week its projected serio-comicality, according to the reg— ular formula. either for plain or for colored, there will be some difficulty when it comes to omitting the same upon a long-suffering public. How, for example, docs the Tribune propose to get. the serio-comic edition cut of its own front door, where still stands on guard the bronze statue of Horace - eased tissue sprawl Greeley, .who could use forcible lan- guage on occasions? It is a light-headed and ill-balancct :managemcnt which is swept off its base by the frantic struggles now in progress between the journalistic An- archists who have recently, invaded our noble profession. From a compo- tition whereof the field ranges from mere inanity to the limits of obscene enterprise, reputable publishers and self-respecting editors would better keep themselves wholly aloof. We do not for an instant suppose that the Tribune, with its traditions of respectability, contemplates a de- scent into the underground filth through which the Ncw York World and the New York Journal and their imitators are noisily wading their way. But in getting itself, or any part of itself, down to the Recorder level, the Tribune incurs a moral in- jury. lmbccility is sometimes almost 'as immoral as positive indecency; and > the methods of a newspaper which perished because it was so feeble, even in its chosrn field of vulgarity, are not an inheritance which our neighbor ought to desire, or a possession of which it ought to be proud. ~ The intimate contest between the proprietor of the New York World and the proprietor of the New York Jour- nal for the primacy of the sewers, pro- ceeds with unabated energy on either side. One of them is spending lav- ishly, in the attempt to beat off its in- convenient young rival, the money nmassed during a long and happy pe- riod of absolute monopoly of shame- lessness. The other is pouring into the campaign money earned by older . and probably wiser men in more hon- orable business, in a desperate odort, foredoomed to failure, to prove that a Harvard graduate with the training of a gentleman can out-pulitzer the orig- inal Pulitzer himself. Meanwhile what a contest it is, and what a struggle young Mr. Hearst is making, though hopelessly, for the ful- fillment of his astounding ambition! The hideous projectiles are hurled back and forth every day in the week, butparticularly on Sundays. When the multifarious appeal to pruriency seems to pull upon the two constitu- encies, the exploitation of the horrors of the morbid anatomy and disgust- ing pathology begins. Pictures of dis- across whole pages formerly occupied by the inning inings of the lascivious. Crime is il- lustrated in all its phases with charts and full directions for intending crim- inals. When the Harvard graduate ransacks the shelves of the library hells for forgotten nastiness of erotic literature, the cx-kellncr sends forth his men and his women to collect from the cooks of the anonyma of to-day their mistresses’ favorite recipes for Christmas plum pudding. When the ex-kellner goes to the hospital with his camera to photograph for the benefit of the World readers the latest run- _ ning ulcer, the Harvard graduate promptly furnishes to readers of the Journal explicit instructions, with plates, teaching how murder may be done with a single blow of the fist upon the chin by driving a splinter of the under jaw up into the brain. So it goes on, Sunday after Sunday, with -. the bright sun shining in the heavens; and the end is not in sight. There was never before anywhere on earth such a rivalry, and God willing, there never will be again: after Mr. Pulitzer is ’dead or bans gone mad, or after Mr. Hearst is tired out or has reluctantly come to his senses. W'here Horses are Cheap. Apropos of the decadence of the horse, consequent upon the ascendancy of the trolley and bicycle, a Pennsyl- vania railroad official recently back ‘ from the Pacific coast contributes this interesting bit of information: “The Santa Fe, Prescott & Phoenix railroad lately announced. that hereafter it would pay $7 per head for cattle killed by its train, and nothing for horses. To 'the Easterner this seems a wrong to the horses, but the~fact is‘ it is gen erosity on the part of the company— actual generosity. Range horses are absolutely worthless, and men have been out shooting their own horses to save taxes. Guns and shells cost money, to say nothing of the time re- quired to kill the animals. In strict equity the railroad should be paid, say a quarter a head, by the owners for , freeing them of a nuisance—Philadel— phia Record. ‘ ‘1n 14:: i) ‘ inc-tn 13,5 1 .e‘baii zabiiod add
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