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DODGED A RAIN OF BULLETS.
Incident of thr Italian Revolution of
.. 1848 In Breecia.
The Count de Hubner tells in his
memoirs a thrilling story of an ad
venture in the Italian city of Brescia
during the days of the revolution
of 1848. When the trouble began
in the "fetreets he contrived to get
into a house, taking with him two
>r three other persons, including
the wife of a minor official who had
intrusted the lady for awhile to the
count’s care, but who was to have
certain news of her as soon as pos
sible.
The firing grew heavier, and the
rebels soon had possession of ut
most every house in the street.
On the 19th of March Count de
Hubner decided that lie must do
something toward bettering his po
sition in case of an assault, and he
forced his only remaining servant
to make a dash across the street to
the palace where the Austrian gen
eral, Bath, was quartered, two
blocks away and on the other side.
The man was merely to let the gen
eral know that De Ilubner himself
was coming and to ask that the
gates be held ready for, him.
“Myself, prudence and my honor
had a long and heated argument,”
says Count de Hubner. “Finally I
pulled myself together. I had to let
Prince Metternich know about my
self, to make a last report and to
keep my word about poor Mine. M.
I undid the door, drew a long breath
and plunged down the street.
“The bullets flew all around me,
spattering in leaden showers from
the stone pavement. As I arrived
at the gates of the palace they
swung inward, and in a second I
was inside, unscathed. But only
half iny journey was done. I had
still to go back again.
“A letter—my last report—was
soon completed for Metternich and
my message to the husband of Mme.
M. warf given. I had to return.
“Again the gates were opened
and I bounded forth. A veritable
fusillade followed. From every
window and housetop came the
spurts of white smoke, and I tried
to dodge forty bullets at once. In.
a minute I had reached my own
door, and as I did so I turned to
look back.
“Another man left the palace
gates at full speed, but before he
had half crossed the street a puff of
smoke shot out of a window and he
fell flat and was instantly lying like
a log across the gutter. The fire
stopped at once—what use would
there be in shooting a dead man ?
“But on the second that all be
came quiet. To my great astonish
ment I saw this ‘dead man’ rise to
his legs like a cat and dash across
the str.cet into the half open door
waiting for him. The sharpshoot
ers were taken by surprise, and he
escaped.”
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Talked Too Much.
Old John Rates, an upholsterer,
was renowned for his silence. Peo
ple who had been his customers for
a generation had, many of them,
never heard a word from him ex
cept “Good morning. Five dollars.
Thank you. Good day.” Old John,
in fact, cultivated silence as a
genius cultivates his art.
A patron one day said to John:
“What’s the best kind of mat
tress?”
“Hair,” was the reply.
The patron some twenty years
later had occasion to buy another
mattress, and again he asked:
“What’s the best kind, John?”
“Cotton.”
“Cotton?” the patron cried.
“Why, you told me twenty years
ago that hair was the best.”
The old man gave a quaint sigh.
“Talking has always been my
ruin,” he said.
■ Man Wanted.
“Father,” said little Ruth appeal
ingly, “why don’t you stay at home
to work as other little girls’ fathers
do?”
Father, who, as business manager
of a great corporation, has to travel
extensively, smiled fondly at his
little daughter. “I’d love to, Buth,”
he answered, “but you see I have to
earn a lot of money to take care of
my little girl and her mother, and I
can’t get enough work to do here at
home.”
“Oh, father,” cried Ruth reprov
ingly, “I don’t believe you’ve ever
tried hard enough! Why, I have
seen a sign out, ‘Man Wanted/ lots
and lots of .times. There was one
•over in front of our grocery store
.this; very morning.”—Youth’s Couj
panioh. , . * ■'% f
A woman at Adog show noticed a
pretty girl gazing around as if puz
zled. She went over to her and
said: “I&rdpn.iW.Jwtt can’t you find
the kenliel you wish? If not, I shall
be glad to assist you.”
"Oh, thank you,” she replied.
"Would you mind snowing me where
they am exhibiting the ocean grey*
hounds?”—National Monthly.
AVERTED A DUEL
An Apple of Peace That Confounded an
' Artist's Critioe.
In the old dueling days critics
w$re sometimes compelled, figura
tively, to eat their words. Far more
satisfactory was the vindication
that one criticised person achieved
when she ate the object of crjticism.
The story recently retold in a Pa
risian journal relates that when the
furor for modeling wax flowers and
fruit was at its height a certain fair
and fashionable countess attained
90 much skill in the art that the
other women of her circle became
envious. An admirer of the count
ess and a suitor of her most spiteful
detractor were involved in the quar
rel, and a challenge ensued. But
the countess learned of the coming
encounter and had no mind that her
talent should he championed at the
cost of blood letting.
The day before the duel in a com
pany that included the prospective
combatants and her envious rival
she displayed a beautiful apple.
“Behold a chef d’ouvre!” she
cried proudly. “Ladies, you cannot
criticise that! Nature herself never
produced a finer.”
It was examined and admired, but
soon the envious discovered flaws.
Ofie complained of the texture,
which did not really resemble the
skin of a fruit; another, of the too
precisely globular form; another, of
the too evenly shaded colors. Final
ly the countess’ enemy gave her ver
dict with a shrug and a smile.
“Indeed, my dear, a pretty fruit
enough,” she conceded, “hut if you
ask me, a palpable imitation, with
nothing of the indescribable, illu
sive something by which art sug
gests the actual work of nature.”
The countess then turned inquir
ingly to her critic’s suitor, who de
clared that he was reluctantly com
pelled to agree with madam’s opin
ion. Still smiling, the countess
broke the apple in halves, offered
half to her parrot squawking for it
in his gilded cage, and daintily nib
bled the other half herself, it was
a real apple!
“Doubtless, monsieur,” she re
marked sweetly as the laughter sub
sided, “you will still feel obliged to
agree with madam when she admits
that her estimate of an artist’s skill
may sometimes be erroneous?”
As there was no excuse for a duel
after, the lady and her champion
had both retracted, the seconds of
the two impetuous gentlemen saw
to it that they became reconciled.
For once the apple of discord had
proved also the apple of peace.
He Had No Choice.
The wife of a dynamo tender
went to a haberdasher’s to buy a
necktie for her husband. She select
ed a brilliant red one, ready made,
whereupon the young and inexperi
enced salesman, with compassion
for the future owner, was moved to
remark:
“Excuse me, missus, is this tie for
your husband ?”
“It is,” replied the woman.
“Don’t you think he’d rather
have some other color? I’m afraid
he won’t wear this red tie.”
“Oh, yes, he will!” said the wom
an firmly. “He'll have to—lie’s
dead.”—London Answers.
Ale For Breakfast.
Ale and bread were the chief
items of the royal breakfast in old
en times in England. The quantity
of ale consumed by ladies at break
fast in those days was considerable,
for in the reign of Henry VIII. the
maids of honor were allowed for
breakfast “one chet loafe, one man
chet, two gallons of ale and a pitch
er of wine.” A Lady Lucy made a
mighty tonic of the national brew.
Her breakfast was a chine of beef,
a loaf and a gallon of ale, and for
her pillow meal a posset porridge,
a generous cut of mutton, a loaf
and a gallon of ale.—Westminster
Gazette.
Not His Usual Brand.
He was a waif from the slums,
having his first experience of the
country. They gave him a new laid
egg at breakfast as a great treat,
but after; one spoonful he put it
quietly aside and devoted himself
to the bread and butter.
“Why, Pete,” exclaimed the ma
tron in charge, “don’t you like your
egg?” :
“No, ma’am,” he replied depre
ciatingly. “It don’t sge.ro to have
BO smell nor taste.” 4- Pearson’s
Weekly. '
Origin of-ths Word Filibuster.
The name “buccaneer” was chief
ly affected by thp English adventur
ers on our coast, while the . French
members of the profession often
Preferred the name of “flibustier.”
‘his tvord, which has since been
corrupted. into our familiar “fili
buster” ;is said to have been origi
nally w (corruption, peipg nothing
more than the French method of
pronouncing the word “freeboot
ers,” which title pad long beet
1 used for independent robbers.
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