"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 noblemen they encountered.  They then killed themselves and died like heroes, wrapped up in the Star Spangled Banner, to slow music. _______________ FINALE. The Rover fled.  He was captured near Marseilles 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 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 HAND is around, my fine feller!" CHAPTER.  II.