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"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 ingratitude.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 lustrous 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 HANDis 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 Constitution 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 spacious.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 molasses 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 bloody 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 space does not permit us to give this truly great speech in full--we can merely give a synopsis of the distinguished speaker's remarks."Comrades!

listen to your chief.You all know my position on Lecompton.

Where I stand in regard to low tolls on the Ohio Canal is equally clear to you, and so with the Central American question.Ibelieve I understand my little Biz.I decline defining my position on the Horse Railroad until after the Spring Election.

Whichever way I says I don't say so myself unless I says so also.

Comrades! be virtuous and you'll be happy." The Chief sat down amidst great applause, and was immediately presented with an elegant gold headed cane by his comrades, as a slight testimonial of their respect.

CHAPTER III.

"This is the last of Earth."--Page.

"The hope of America lies in its well-conducted school-houses."--Bone.

"I wish it to be distinctly understood that I want the Union to be Reserved."--N.T.Nash.

"Sine qua non Ips Dixit Quid pro quo cui bono Ad infininim EUnibus plurum."--Brown.

Two hours later.Return we again to the Banditti's Cave.

Revelry still holds high carnival among the able and efficient bandits.A knock is heard at the door.From his throne at the head of the table the Chief cries, "Come in!" and an old man, haggard, white-haired, and sadly bent, enters the cave.

"Messieurs," he tremblingly ejaculates, "for seventeen years Ihave not tasted of food!"

"Well," says a kind-hearted bandit, "if that's so I expect you must be rather faint.We'll get you up a warm meal immediately, stranger.""Hold!" whispered the Chief in tones of thunder, and rushing slowly to the spot; "this is about played out.Behold in me REDHAND, the Bandit Chief, once Clarence Stanley, whom you cruelly turned into a cold world seventeen years ago this very night!

Old man, perpare to go up!" Saying which the Chief drew a sharp carving knife and cut off Mr.Blinker's ears.He then scalped Mr.B., and cut all of his toes off.The old man struggled to extricate himself from his unpleasant situation, but was unsuccessful.

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