Show r r A :o UviT x : vql Papcr ly - 1 'm n f Semi-Month- J ’I1 J i: iii cve" uHr' f jri dense aria nonsense tiin vi J SALT LAKE CITY 1APRIL OF MUD HEAD ANOTHER TROLLOP' CHAPTER 'inT :VJ 1870 1 chapter n SIANOB iiv Gentle reader let us“go back a few days' before the opening' of our story ’Twas The moon shone out with all evening the splendor of one of those double tinned wash pans Beneath: the shadowy shades of 'an umbrageous tree whose perfume equalled 'the City on a summer’s day sat the DorinaJ Pugnosi and j her manly lover Don Jose Eiirique Letherrippi “Antonia” he whispered “I am poor and thou art rich- but what" care we for wealth!? “That’s so” limped the lovely Antonia resting her fond head on his shoulder “Thou shall be mine and I will build thee a cot in ‘Brighton on the verdant banks of the Jordan and its meandering waters as they go babbling onward shall ever lisp a sweet song of Ipvc love!’” r sage and the sunflower shall blootmround the door and arm'fn arm we will wander thiough those inajetic ‘shrubs plucking the ambrosial sweets in the green everglades! But let us return or thou’ It get the toothache and Dr Sharp is out of gas’’ They departed — still shone the moon-anstill twinkled the stars!” Vil I Xalender sea like a black through the lurid sky “Dnnder and Blixen— Volks Nightbrooded on the Mar--ket- hen in setting-tim’dark clouds chased each other! sable as Godard’s ink athwart the vaulted heavens rolled the wild thunder in deafening peals while the forked lightning flashed andj hissed through the morning f air like "an exploding box of ’Findlay’s matches while the waves in mountain surges kicked their heels in wild derision in the ' H face of the maddened sky When th9 lightning’s flash illumed the 'deep— now’ on the summit of a fbam crested wave— anon in a huge trough of the sea might' have" been' see a long ilowMi arrow black rakish-lookincraft duck It was floating like a ' the Bloody oves— the terror of the Lake At the helm stood a talk gaunt sinewy figure clad "in' complete mail of patent' leather made at Jennings tannery with the vizor of his helmet down — it was the Midnight Muff “Blow on ye howling ' winds” he The shrieked “ ’tis music to mine ear CHAPTER III proud daughter of Don Pugnosi shall feel “There is Spokfshave danger on the deep mine anger for rejecting me Ere long shall she be seized andonthe heaving - “Silence” hissed the Midnight Muff as billows borne away” and he ground his with bis crew he neared the massive jaws like one of Goabe’s Tur- adobie castle of tbo haughty Baron Don V bine mills PugnosiAttracted by the beauty of the night On flew the pirate ship and still moaned nmlM a Antonia wandered forth unconscious of : e 1 - " j g bob-taile- d f ! f cut-thro- 7 J C cents '’I THE MURDER BY Li i j (i) THE MIDNIGHT MUFF OK f Devoted to Cents £'- - ' I J k ' t V : 1 r " zs ‘'dvvvl N0‘ 3r l(T 7 ‘5 ICI danger warbling in dulcet tones — “Oh! Willie is it you dear?” ) “Ves ’tis I dear” thundered the Midnight Muff with a demoniac laugh as he suddenly sprang forth into the moonlight with his:dastard crew r ' “Now Gasparadolirust her into’ the coffee sack "and away to the Bloody 'Bones ' This night shall she be mineP’ Tinda'smife of fiendish triumph distorted hi§ horrid vjsage j tjj: o Gasparado made the attempt but ah crinolnc! thou didst save the peerless She rent the heavens with her Antonia shrieks— her lover stood before them! ‘How now! ’ :he cried “Hal by my grandsires’ boots! the Midnight Muff! Unhand the maid” he thundered forth in stentor tones and springing1 forward hurled the pirate headlong through the Then drawing his empyrean infinitude trusty rapier he pierced at one fefl blow four pirates through and surrounding the Muff and the remnant of his stricken band marched them to the dungeon beneath the Mudhead Manor Ihe winds sang on and the water slept! - t x ' ' CHAPTER IV r i “Some love brandy rum and gin 'v But give to me the ‘Pitchinin? Midsummer Night's Dbeah “Oh crinoline” sadly wailed the Muff “Thou is he paced his - dungeon floor sweeper of streets monopolizer of space hou cursed exhauster o£ pocket bookst leafier of coffee bags! were it not for tbee : ”1 would this moment be treading the But now—”' leek of the Bloody Bones ind he murmured incoherently r r |