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CHAPTER I.--FRANCE.
Our story opens in the early part of the year 17--. France was rocking wildly from centre to circ.u.mference. The arch despot and unscrupulous man, Richard the III., was trembling like an aspen leaf upon his throne. He had been successful, through the valuable aid of Richelieu and Sir. Wm. Donn, in destroying the Orleans Dysentery, but still he trembled! O"Mulligan, the snake-eater of Ireland, and Schnappsgoot of Holland, a retired dealer in gin and sardines, had united their forces--some nineteen men and a brace of bull pups in all--and were overtly at work, their object being to oust the tyrant. O"Mulligan was a young man between fifty-three years of age and was chiefly distinguished for being the son of his aunt on his great grandfather"s side. Schnappsgoot was a man of liberal education, having pa.s.sed three weeks at Oberlin College. He was a man of great hardihood, also, and would frequently read an entire column of "railway matters" in the "Cleveland Herald" without shrieking with agony.
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CHAPTER II.--THE KING.
The tyrant Richard the III. (late Mr. Gloster) sat upon his throne in the Palace d" St. Cloud. He was dressed in his best clothes, and gorgeous trappings surrounded him everywhere. Courtiers, in glittering and golden armor, stood ready at his beck. He sat moodily for a while, when suddenly his sword flashed from its silver scabbard, and he shouted--
"Slaves, some wine, ho!"
The words had scarcely escaped his lips ere a bucket of champagne and a hoe were placed before him.
As the king raised the bucket to his lips, a deep voice near by, proceeding from the mouth of the n.o.ble Count Staghisnibs, cried--"Drink hearty, old feller."
"Reports traveling on lightning-wings, whisper of strange goings on and cuttings up throughout this kingdom. Knowest thou aught of these things, most n.o.ble h.e.l.litysplit?" and the king drew from the upper pocket of his gold-faced vest a paper of John Anderson"s solace and proceeded to take a chaw.
"Treason stalks monster-like throughout unhappy France, my liege!" said the n.o.ble h.e.l.litysplit. "The ranks of the P.Q.R."s are daily swelling, and the G.R.J.A."s are constantly on the increase. Already the peasantry scout at cat-fish, and demand pickled salmon for their noonday repasts. But, my liege," and the brave h.e.l.litysplit eyes flashed fire, "myself and sword are at thy command?"
"Bully for you, Count," said the king. "But soft: methinks report--perchance unjustly--hast spoken suspiciously of thee, most Royal d"Sardine? How is this? Is it a newspaper yarn? WHAT"S UP?"
D"Sardine meekly approached the throne, knelt at the king"s feet, and said: "Most patient, gray, and red-headed skinner; my very approved skin-plaster: that I"ve been asked to drink by the P.Q.R."s, it is most true, true I have imbibed sundry mugs of lager with them. The very head and front of my offending hath this extent, no more."
""Tis well!" said the King, rising and looking fiercely around. "Hadst thou proved false I would with my own good sword have cut off yer head, and spilled your ber-lud all over the floor! If I wouldn"t, blow me!"
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CHAPTER III.--THE ROVER.
Thrilling as the scenes depicted in the preceding chapter indubitably were, those of this are decidedly THRILLINGER. Again are we in the mighty presence of the King, and again is he surrounded by splendour and gorgeously-mailed courtiers. A sea-faring man stands before him. It is Roberto the Rover, disguised as a common sailor.
"So," said the King, "thou wouldst have audience with me!"
"Aye aye, yer "onor," said the sailor, "just tip us yer grapplin irons and pipe all hands on deck. Reef home yer jib p.o.o.p and splice yer main topsuls. Man the jibboom and let fly yer top-gallunts. I"ve seen some salt water in my days, yer land lubber, but shiver my timbers if I hadn"t rather coast among seagulls than landsharks. My name is Sweet William. You"re old d.i.c.k the Three. Ahoy! Awast! Dam my eyes!" and Sweet William pawed the marble floor and swung his tarpaulin after the manner of sailors on the stage, and consequently not a bit like those on shipboard.
"Mariner," said the King, gravely, "thy language is exceeding lucid, and leads me to infer that things is workin" bad."
"Aye, aye, my hearty!" yelled Sweet William, in dulcet strains, reminding the King of the "voluptuous smell of physic," spoken of by the late Mr. Byron.
"What wouldst thou, seafaring man?" asked the King.
"This!" cried the Rover, suddenly taking off his maritime clothing and putting on an expensive suit of silk, bespangled with diamonds. "This!
I am Roberto the Rover!"
The King was thunder-struck. Cowering back in his chair of state, he said in a tone of mingled fear and amazement, "Well, may I be gaul-darned!"
"Ber-lud! Ber-lud! Ber-lud!" shrieked the Rover, as he drew a horse-pistol and fired it at the King, who fell fatally killed, his last words being, "WE ARE GOVENRED TOO MUCH--THIS IS THE LAST OF EARTH!!!"
At this exciting juncture Messrs. O"Mulligan and Schnappsgoot (who had previously entered into a copartnership with the Rover for the purpose of doing a general killing business) burst into the room and cut off the heads and let out the inwards of all the n.o.blemen they encountered.
They then killed themselves and died like heroes, wrapped up in the Star Spangled Banner, to slow music.
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FINALE.
The Rover fled. He was captured near Ma.r.s.eilles and thrust into prison, where he lay for sixteen weary years, all attempts to escape being futile. One night a lucky thought struck him. He raised the window and got out. But he was unhappy. Remorse and dyspepsia preyed upon his vitals. He tried Boerhave"s Holland Bitters and the Retired Physician"s Sands of Life, and got well. He then married the lovely Countess D"Smith, and lived to a green old age, being the triumph of virtue and downfall of vice.
RED HAND: A TALE OF REVENGE.
CHAPTER I.
"Life"s but a walking shadow--a poor player."--Shakespeare. "Let me die to sweet music."--J.W. Shuckers.
"Go forth, Clarence Stanley! Hence to the bleak world, dog! You have repaid my generosity with the blackest ingrat.i.tude. You have forged my name on a five thousand dollar check--have repeatedly robbed my money drawer--have perpetrated a long series of high-handed villanies, and now to-night, because, forsooth, I"ll not give you more money to spend on your dissolute companions, you break a chair over my aged head.
Anyway! You are a young man of small moral principle. Don"t ever speak to me again!"
These harsh words fell from the lips of Horace Blinker, one of the merchant princes of New York City. He spoke to Clarence Stanley, his adopted son and a beautiful youth of nineteen summers. In vain did Clarence plead his poverty, his tender age, his inexperience; in vain did he fasten those l.u.s.trous blue eyes of his appealingly and tearfully upon Mr. Blinker, and tell him he would make the pecuniary matter all right in the fall, and that he merely shattered a chair over his head by way of a joke. The stony-hearted man was remorseless, and that night Clarence Stanly became a wanderer in the wide, wide world. As he went forth he uttered these words: "H. Blinker, beware! A RED HAND is around, my fine feller!"
CHAPTER. II.
"--a man of strange wild mien--one who has seen trouble."--Sir Walter Scott. "You ask me, don"t I wish to see the Const.i.tution dissolved and broken up. I answer, NEVER, NEVER, NEVER!"--H.W. Faxon. "They will join our expedition."--Anon. "Go in on your muscle."--President Buchanan"s instructions to the Collector of Toledo. "Westward the hoe of Empire Stars its way."--George N. True. "Where liberty dwells there is my kedentry."--C.R. Dennett.
Seventeen years have become ingulfed in the vast and moist ocean of eternity since the scene depicted in the last chapter occurred. We are in Mexico. Come with me to the Scarlet Banditti"s cave. It is night.
A tempest is raging tempestuously without, but within we find a scene of dazzling magnificence. The cave is s.p.a.cious. Chandeliers of solid gold hang up suspended around the gorgeously furnished room, and the marble floor is star-studded with flashing diamonds. It must have cost between two hundred dollars to fit this cave up. It embraced all of the modern improvements. At the head of the cave life-size photographs (by Ryder) of the bandits, and framed in gilt, were hung up suspended. The bandits were seated around a marble table, which was sculped regardless of expense, and were drinking gin and mola.s.ses out of golden goblets.
When they got out of gin fresh supplies were brought in by slaves from a two-horse wagon outside, which had been captured that day, after a desperate and b.l.o.o.d.y struggle, by the bandits, on the plains of Buena Vista.
At the head of the table sat the Chief. His features were swarthy but elegant. He was splendidly dressed in new clothes, and had that voluptuous, dreamy air of grandeur about him which would at once rivet the gaze of folks generally. In answer to a highly enthusiastic call he arose and delivered an able and eloquent speech. We regret that our s.p.a.ce does not permit us to give this truly great speech in full--we can merely give a synopsis of the distinguished speaker"s remarks.