turned to the servant, and said in Arabic, "Bring another cupan empty one." The man at the desk translated. Until the third cup had arrived, and the servant had left, neither spoke; then the Arab lifted one of the full cups from the chased gold saucer, and poured half its contents into the new cup; this he did with the other several times, until at last two cups remained full, but with the ingredients mixed.

The Russian did not know whether to laugh or to be annoyed. He laughed.

"Russia is a splendid country," said the Arab, "a vast empire, but their coffee is not always good. I like it mixed." The Russian drank his, and the Arab, smiling, followed his example.

"You bring me news, Abdurrahman ? How goes it on the frontier?" "Our friends stronger than ever."

my friends are

"That's well. But say what brings you here to St. Petersburg, and tell me the story of your pipe."

"It is too long, and not worth telling. I have come to St. Petersburg to ask for something."

"To ask for something?"

"Yes, and to fetch something."

the

The words struck him curiously same words as Danovitch had used a little before.

The Arab put a pinch of fresh tobacco in his pipe, lit it, and sat with half-closed eyes, slowly inhaling the smoke, and breathing it out again in tiny rings.

"It is not money you want?"

"Can you make rings of smoke with your lips?" asked the Arab. "I only learned yesterday. A friend of yours taught me; but see, I do it to perfection already," and half-a-dozen little rings issued from the Arab's lips.

"I have come to fetch the papers - all the papers that Danovitch sent you on behalf of a count with some name I cannot pronounce."

"Then you have come in vain. You shall not have them."

"Danovitch!"

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My writing?"

"Yes; would you like to see it? Come and look."

The Russian walked round and leaned over the Arab's chair.

For a moment he turned deadly pale; the next, with a burst of laughter, he snatched away the paper and tore it into a hundred pieces.

The Arab smiled, and put his hand into his sash and brought out another slip precisely similar.

The Russian cursed.

"You would like to tear this one up too? You are welcome. I have any amount. These are only copies. The original I have not here. Would you mind ringing your bell for Danovitch ?"

A wicked smile spread over the man's face as mechanically he touched his bell. Danovitch entered.

"Would you read this?" said Abdurrahman; "unfortunately I cannot read Russian."

Danovitch took the slip and read,

approached him, and laid his hand on his shoulder.

"Good-bye, my dear friend," he said, "good-bye. If you hear of any place where they sell Turkish tobacco in St. Petersburg, you might let me know. A note to the British Embassy will always find me."

The other did not answer.

"They are all here," said Danovitch. "There, let us go." The two men walked towards the door and unlocked it. Without a word they passed out.

On the threshold Abdurrahman turned, and, holding the door open, murmured,

--

"The note I lost," hoarsely whispered the Russian. Then he sprang to his feet, hastily walked across the room, and turned the key in the door. "Fools!" he cried "fools! I have you yet. I have only to order my men, and you will disappear never to be heard of again. We can do these things in Russia!" There was a ring of proud victory in his voice.

The Arab rose slowly from his seat, stretched himself, and yawned, then folded his jewelled pipe carefully away in a silk handkerchief, and, as if not satisfied, unrolled it again, and once more wrapped it up.

The Russian glared from the door. Then Abdurrahman drew out his watch, held it to his ear to see if it was going, and looked at the time.

"I think you had better give me those papers at once," he said, with his soft, musical voice. "It is a quarter to five now, and the British ambassador is expecting me at the Embassy at five, and I should not like to keep him waiitng."

"The British ambassador ! " hissed the Russian. "What do you want with him?"

"You have not heard," responded the Arab. "Why, I thought you Russian police knew everything. I have taken British protection for myself and my tribe. I am a British subject, so I must not keep my ambassador waiting-infidel though he is."

The Russian walked to his table, unlocked the drawer, and handed Danovitch the papers. "See if they are all there, Danovitch," said the Arab. "Russians sometimes make little mistakes, and a man so overburdened with work as our friend here might by mishap have mislaid some." The Russian had sunk back, sullen and pale, into his chair at the desk. The Arab

tobacco. Your Russian stuff does not do well for my jewelled pipe. If the English grew tobacco, I would smoke that. The Russian weed makes me sick sometimes. Adieu, and peace be with you!"

Leslie Smith's work with his publisher kept him three months away. He never wrote once all that time, and the letters sent to London were returned. He had forgotten to call for them, he said. They forgave his not writing when they saw him back once more. A month later Pauline

and he were married.

From Belgravia.

LORD EDWARD FITZGERALD. IN the year 1747 the first Duke of Leinster married Emily Mary, daughter of Charles, Duke of Richmond, and on the 15th of October, 1763, was born in Dublin their fifth son, Edward, afterwards famous for the share he took in the Irish rebellion of '98.

Ten years later the Duke of Leinster died, and after an extremely brief widowhood, Lord Edward's mother married a William Ogilvie, Esq., who belonged to a very old Scotch family, and soon after this marriage the duchess and Mr. Ogilvie went over to Aubigny, in France, the Duke of Richmond having lent them an old house which he had there. Here the boy's education was undertaken by his step-father, and seems, according to Maxwell's account, to have been "hurried and imperfect." He was intended for the military profession, and his tastes coinciding with the destiny marked out for him, he learnt with a will, and was soon proficient in the science of military construction, etc.

This letter is very characteristic of an Irishman.

Lord Edward, according to the army

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We arrived here on Saturday, after a very wet march from five in the morning till four in the afternoon. I should have written to you then had I been able; but I had so much to do the minute I had got dry things, in looking for lodgings, in seeing the men settled, and getting my baggage, that I may say I have not been off foot till this moment. I am not, however, the least tired, though I marched every step of the way, and almost every day's journey after Carlow was twenty miles over rugged mountains. This is a very pleasant

quarter.

I am lodged with Captain Giles, and like him better every day. I hope I shall be in transport with him. We have not yet heard anything about the transport, nor of our destination. There are orders for three more regiments to prepare to go with us, and one of cavalry; which makes me think it cannot be to Gibraltar, and this I am very glad of.

There is to be a great assembly here tonight, and the misses are all in a great hurry to show themselves off to the officers. I have a great many civilities from the people here not from the misses - but gentlemen of the town, especially from both the Uniacks; and the youngest, whom you saw, offered me his house, and has insisted on providing me with garden-stuff of all sorts from his country house when we are to sail.

Though he followed the profession he loved with great ardor and zeal, yet he found time to indulge in the pleasures of society, and noticed and commented on those he met, with true Irish keenness and wit, as may be seen from the following extract from a letter addressed to the duchess:

I went from thence to Lord Shannon's, where I met Lady Inchiquin, in the same old marron-colored gown I saw her in when we left Ireland; only, indeed, I must say (to give the devil his due) that it was made up into a jacket and petticoat. Miss Sandford was with her; she is a charming girl, very pretty, with a great deal of wit, and very sensible and good-humored-in short, if I had had time, I should have fallen desperately in love with her; as it is, I am a little touched. Lady Inchiquin and she both go to Dublin tomorrow. I don't know what sort of an account Lady Inchiquin will give of me, but I

tember 20th, 1780, but in reality it seems that he exchanged early in February, 1781, and in the beginning of the following June, his regiment and some others sailed from Cork, and landing at Charleston, he was placed under the command of Lord Rawdon, to whose staff he was afterwards attached, as aide-de-camp. He soon displayed great personal courage and bravery of an uncommon type, "such as " says his biographer, "is seldom found but in romance."

Sir John Doyle, then acting as adjutantgeneral, related the following anecdote of him. "I was setting out upon a patrol, and sent to apprise Lord Edward; but he was nowhere to be found, and I proceeded without him, when, at the end of two miles, upon emerging from the forest, I found him engaged with two of the enemy's irregular horse; he had wounded one of his opponents, when his sword broke in the middle, and he must have soon fallen in the unequal contest, had not his enemies fled on perceiving the head of my column. I rated him most soundly, as you may imagine, for the undisciplined act of leaving the camp at so critical a time, without the general's permission. was—or pretended to be very penitent, and compounded for my reporting him at headquarters provided I would let him accompany me in the hope of some other enterprise. It was impossible to refuse the fellow, whose frank, manly, and ingen. uous manner would have won over even a greater tyrant than myself."

He

Shortly after the relief of Ninety-Six, Lord Rawdon, in consequence of ill-health, left Carolina for England, and Lord Edward rejoined his regiment (19th) and in a battle that ensued shortly after at Eutaw Springs, he received a desperate wound in the thigh, and remained insensible on the field. He was found by a negro, who took him to his hut, and nursed him with womanly tenderness. This man he afterwards took into his service and was the "faithful Tony" who devoted himself to his master's service to the end of his brief and unfortunate career.

After Cornwallis's army surrendered, Lord Edward went to the West Indies, and joined the staff of General O'Hara. From St. Lucia on March 3rd, 1783, he wrote to his mother:

French.

He proved that he was not, later on, by choosing a French woman for his wife. Shortly after that letter was written, he returned to Ireland and was nominated by his brother, the Duke of Leinster, for the borough of Athy.

He seemed to find the next few years of his life tame and insipid, and turned to love as a diversion, the first object of his passion being Lady Catherine Mead, second daughter of the Earl of Clanwilliam. But another beauty effaced the effect of her charms after a while, and this excitable and somewhat fickle young man fell in love with a new fair one. His suit in this case was unsuccessful, and his disappointment is said to have influenced his career in later years. As a change from this romantic love-making he travelled, visiting Gibraltar, Lisbon, Cadiz, Granada, Madrid, etc. In June, 1788, he returned to America, and joined the 54th regiment, then quartered at St. John's. Here he amused himself in an "active, careless way as the following extracts from his letters home show:

I am to set out in two days for Canada. We make altogether a party of five-Tony, two woodmen, the officer, and myself. Think of starting in February with four feet of snow on the ground!

In 1790 Lord Edward returned to England, leaving finally the country where some say he became imbued with those fatal republican principles which afterwards led him to rebellion, ruin, and death, though I think it is more probable that it was in France he became inflamed with a craze for anarchy, for it was not until 1792 that he avowed decided republican principles. When France declared herself a republic, "Lord Edward, unwilling to lose such a spectacle of moral and political excitement, hastened over to Paris without

"And to that fatal visit," says Maxwell, "his subsequent misfortunes may be traced, through his wild and hasty attachment to French principles.

In the postscript of a letter written to his mother from Paris, October 13th, 1792, he says:

Let me know if I can do anything for you here. Direct:

Le Citoyen Edouard Fitzgerald, Hotel de White, au Passage des Petits, Près du Palais Royal.

After that his friends were possibly not much surprised when it was announced in the papers of Paris and London that at a meeting at White's Hotel, after several toasts had been proposed and drunk, "Sir Robert Smith and Lord E. Fitzgerald renounced their titles; and a toast proposed by the former was drunk: The speedy abolition of all hereditary titles and feudal

distinctions.""

"I dine to-day with Madame de Sillery." This simple sentence was pregnant with events for the writer who penned it so carelessly. Madame de Sillery (the famous Comtesse de Genlis) was the mother of Pamela, the illegitimate daughter of Louis Philippe Egalité, Duke of Orleans, the lady Lord Edward married.

The comtesse had returned only a few days before from England, where she had been living in retirement with her pupil, Mademoiselle d'Orleans and Pamela, who was then supposed to be her adopted daughter, and Lord Edward's eagerness to see the latter had been excited by having heard her beauty and wit praised in an extravagant fashion, by other young men of the period. Two or three evenings before he wrote that letter to his mother, he had seen through the loge grillée next him, at one of the Parisian theatres a lovely face, which made a deep impression on him' from the likeness it bore to a lady recently dead for whom he had entertained a warm regard, and on inquiry he found she was closely related to Madame de Genlis, whose acquaintance he had always refused to make, having a dislike to all learned ladies. The daughter's beauty vanquished any scruples he entertained against her mother, a friendship commenced, dating almost from that night when he had first seen her, and soon ripened into love.

The young Irishman was sincere and disinterested, the young lady was attracted by his good looks and pleasant manners,