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‘RAISE DE CENTER-BOARD! RAISE DE CENTER-BOARD! DERE’S ROCKS AHEAD !’’
CHEN TER-BOARD JIM;
OR,
TEE SECRET OF THE SARGASSO SEA.
A YACHTING STORY.
BY LIEUT. LIONEL LOUNSBERRY,
Author of “Friends or Foes,” “Cadet Carey,” *‘Won at West Point,” etc., etc.
CHAPTER I. their shadowy sleep scores of graceful, white
painted yachts lying in the harbor of Cowes.
There were small craft and large ones; ten-
raters, forty-footers, sloops, cutters, and
HEN the morning sun rose over| schooners, both steam and sail.
a ona cliffs of southern Eng-}| There were yachts of the heavy, narrow
ap an epee bcs ri aie dic il and, on the six y / s ish class, and br , ‘ing
PO TE SURPRISE OF ALi, THE 20 STOUNTRD THE TOW BULWARKS, AXD FLEXED eV a es ee ean a yes
BOLDLY INTO THE SPARKLING WATERS OF THE SOLENT, ninety-four, its soft light brought out from | builders.
WHEREIN JIM MAKES HIS APPEARANCE.
Among the latter was one—a
specimen of naval architecture, with reach-
ing spars and graceful overhang—which lay
riding easily at anchor not five hundred.
yards from the clubhouse.
Early as was the hour, signs of life could
be seen on her deck. A man, whose burly,
well-knit figure and swinging walk pro-
claimed the sea-farer, was standing near the
port railing aft, watching with shaded eyes |
the upward course of the sun.
He was presently joined by a younger man
clad in a jaunty yachting uniform of blue.
The new-comer stood for a moment taking in
deep breaths of the bracing morning air,
then he touched his companion on the shoul-
der. The latter turned with a respectful salu-
tation.
‘‘Good-morning, sir.”’
‘“Good-morning, Captain Haff.
the weather promise?’’
‘*Good for us, sir. By the looks of that}
sunrise, I think we’ll have a spice of wind
in a few hours. Do yousee that line of fleecy,
red tinged clouds over the shore there? That’s
a sure sign of wind. And those ‘mare’s tails’
just above also signify a breeze and plenty
of it.”’
‘“*You are a weather prophet of the first |
water, captain.’’
**T ought to be, Mr. Gould. For nigh onto
thirty-five years, man and boy, I have had|
the sea and the heavens before me with their
many changes. Small wonder that I can
read the signs. I am glad to be able to say
this morning that the outlook promises well
for us.’’
‘‘Tam delighted that everything is pro-
pitious at.last. Even the elements were
against us during the last race. We must
make this day repay us for previous defeats, |
captain.’’
**}’]) surely do my best to bring the old
Vigilant in ‘irst, Mr. Gould,’’ replied Cap-
tain Haff, witb a determined snap of his
teeth. ‘‘If we have the wind, and indications
certainly promise it, I’ll lead the way home
or tarry the stick out of her.’’
‘‘That’s the proper spirit. I have a pre-
sentiment that the prize offered for to-day’s
race will be ours. You have heard that His
Royal Highness has claimed an allowance |
greater than he has had before?’’
‘* Yes, sir. I understand the prince insisted !
on it because of the distance to be sailed
around the Isle of Wight, sixty miles, I be-
lieve. Well, he’ll need-every inch of it this
time.’’ |
George Gould laughed at his companion’s
sturdy opinion, but the smile gave place to
an expression of annoyance on hearing the
captain’s next remark.
‘The Britishers ashore are rather inclined
to sneer at us because of our last defeat, sir.
I stepped into a tavern last night and hap-
pened to overhear several remarks that didn’t
quite suit my ears. They were scoffing at the
center-board idea, and hinted that it’s a good
thing to conveniently get out of order when
a race is almost lost.’’
**Tt is also a good thing to win races with,
as these very same Englishmen found last
ear when the Valkyrie came in last off!
andy’ Hook. Such ill natured comments
amount to very little, and it is best to wot
pay any attention to them. Get the crew on
deck and w@’ll have a little spin after break-
fast.’
By this time the different. craft forming
the fleet at anchor in the roads bad awak- |
ened from their nights’ slumber, as it were,
and the scene gradually assumed an air of
great animation. Men appeared on the decks
of each vessel, sails were partially hoisted
to enable the warm rays of the sun to_ re-
move their dampness, crews set to work with
broom and brush and paint pots, thin shad
ows of smoke poured from highly polished
galley funnels, and the whole flotilla was
astir in early preparation for the coming
event of the day.
An hour later lumbering barges, pulled by
saucy little tugs, appeared off Spithead
crowded with spectators from Portsmouth
and Southampton. Three or four gayly dec-
orated pleasure craft steamed through the
Solent in evident haste to gain a point of
vantage. The shores on each side of Cowes
were already lined with eager groups of |
sightseers. There weré families out for a pic-
nic with conspicuous lunch baskets and Sun-
day garb; shop-keepers off for a half-holi-
day; students from schools closed for the oc-
easion, and last, but not less evident, num-
bers of sportsmen, bettors, and riff-raff
generally.
They had one destination—Cowes; and one |
object in view—the desire to see another
beating inflicted upon the daring Yankee
yacht that had the temerity to cross the seas
in search of victory.
Perhaps their hopes would be consum-
mated, and perhaps not. The next four hours
alone could tell.
On board the Vigilant—which had left her
anchorage for a preliminary spin before
starting for the stake-boat—anxious eyes |
were watching the progress of the weather.
The venerable Captain Haff’s prophecy
romised to be fulfilled. As the sun crept
ipward the wind increased in force, As the
graceful craft sailed past the still anchored
Britannia and Satanita the breeze blowing
from the eastward was masterful enough to
fill the immense mainsail until its throat and
peak halyards hummed merrily under the
strain.
How does
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On the after deck of the Britannia a short,
ratber heavy-set man stood watching the on-
coming American yacht with critical eyes.
He was faultlessly clad in white flannel, and
| it was evident from his general appearance
that he was of distinguished importance.
As the Vigilant sailed past with a free
sheet George and Howard Gould respectfully
saluted with raised caps. The courtesy was
returned by the stout gentleman, who called
out, banteringly :
‘*Stretching your sails for the race, I see.’’
‘*Yes, your highness. From the looks of
the weather we will have a brisk day out-
side. That’s a point in our favor, I believe.’’
‘*You will need many of them,’ replied
the Prince of Wales, good-humoredly. ‘‘lam
sure I wish you success.’’
‘*Many thanks,’’ came drifting back on
the eddying wind as the Vigilant skillfully
tacked beyond her two impending antago-
nists. Presently the gallant craft went about
once more, and for the next bour her able
crew of forty sturdy sailors were drilled as
they bad never drilled before.
In the course of time a warning gun from
Cowes indicated the near approach of the
starting hour. Its echoing report found the
Yankee craft in easy distance, and she turned
leisurely on her way astern of the Britannia
and Satanita. ‘
Aft, grouped around the companion, were
three individuals notable in yachting circles.
They were George and Howard Gould and
Oliver Iselin. The latter stood near the
wheel coaching the steersman in low tones.
Presently, George Gould crossed over and
said, laughingly:
‘*] have just discovered what might be
called a happy omen. If I remember aright,
forty-three years ago to-day, the peerless
| yacht America won her famous victory over
the English craft on this same course.’?
‘*By Jove! that’s so. Well, history gener-
ally repeats itself.’’
**T sincerely hope it will keep up its repu-
tation for doing so this day,’’? spoke up
Howard Gould. ‘‘I would like nothing bet-
ter than to show this assemblage of specta-
tors that the Vigilant can sail like a witch.
Whew! what a crowd. There comes a lot
more barges from Southampton.’” |
‘*There is one man who hasn’t interest
enongh in the race to remain in port,’’ re-
plied George, indicating alow, black painted
steam yacht under way slightly ahead. ‘‘It
looks as if he is outward bound.”’
‘*Tt is very queer. I see he flies the Stars
and Stripes. What an.ugly vessel it is, to be
sure. What’s her name, Captain Haff? Can
you make it out?’’
The Vigilant’s skipper leveled a pair of
binoculars, and, after a cursory examina-
tion, replied:
**Tt’s a queer title for a craft, but it about
fits the look of her. It is some outlandish
name spelled D. i-a-b-]-o.’’
‘*That’s Spanish for his satanic majesty,’’
laughed George Gould. ‘‘The owner, who-
| ever he is, probably thought he would select
‘an appropriate—what under the sun is the
matter aboard of her?’?
This abrupt query was called forth by the
sounds of a prodigious hubbub evidently pro-
ceeding from the steam yacht’s cabin.
Sounds of blows, shrill cries, and then a
scurrying as if some one was running across
came to the ears of those on board
the Vigilant. A brief period later a youth
ful figure appeared at the starboard railing
abreast the cabin companion.
To the surprise of all the boy, for such he
was, mounted the low bulwarks, and, after a
hasty glance behind him, plunged boldly
into the sparkling waters of the Solent.
CHAPTER II.
IN WHICH JIM RELATES HIS STORY.
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a A AN overboard!?’ shouted the Yankee
sloop’s crew.
“What does he mean???
‘*He must be crazy !’’
was driven toit. See, there isa
the companion with a stick. The
He must have attempted to murder
RS
**No, h
man at
brute!
him.’?
These and similar exclamations fell from
the lips of the excited gioup aft. In the
meantime at a signal from George Gould,
the alert skipper of the Vigilant issued orders
to heave the craft to.
The main sheet was eased off, the fore stay-
sail flattened and the whole fabric came par-
tially around with leeches shivering and
Slackened canvas fluttering wildly.
During this maneuver the lad in the water
had not been idle. He could be .seen swim-
ming with long easy strokes straight for the
Yankee sloop. Only his head with its crown
of dripping hair was visible, but it bobbed
along like an overgrown cork in a smother
of waves.
The steam yacht had not slackened its
speed in the least. The man sighted on the
‘after deck rushed to the star! oard railing,
‘gazed at theswimmer in an attitude indicat-
ing strong excitement, then he hurried for-
ward and disappeared in the pilot-house. A
moment passed, yet the vessel with the sinis-
ter name showed no signs of stopping.
In the meantime the cause of all the com-
motion had made his way to the stern of the
Vigilant.
with boat-hooks stood prepared, and when
There a coliple of sailors armed |
he approached within proper distance, they
promptly lifted him to the deck.
He was not a very prepossessing object
with his soiled and dripping clothes and his
face dark with the moisture of the sea, but
that fact apparently bore little upon his
mind. He first greeted the occupants of the
after deck with a conciliatory grin, then he
turned and shook two tightly clinched fists
after the rapidly vanishing Diablo.
‘“l’ ought you’d git ther best of me, hey?”’
he shouted, triumphantly. ‘‘Yer’d have ter
git up before the chickens shake their roost
ter do dat.
yer? Ho! ho! who got left? I’m dis ahead
of yer me bold Cap’ain Darrow, an’ [ll
stay ahead.”’
While uttering the last remarkable sen-
tence the boy tauntingly waved a large
black leather pocket-book over his head.
Then he quickly restored it to his pocket
}and wheeled around with a satisfied chuckle.
He found Mr. Iselin and the Goulds ex-
changing glances of mingled amusement and
surprise. The lad looked keenly from one to
the other, then selecting George Gould as
the possible owner of his new refuge, he
ducked his head in a queer salutation, and
said, easily :
‘*Much obliged ter you, sir, for picking
me out of the drink. If yer hadn’t been so
prompt in heavin’ to, I guess I’d had to
swim ashore, and dat’s a tidy distance.
Hallo! I’m wettin’ of yer deck all up.
*Scuse me,’’
Coolly turning his back he stepped aft to
the extreme end of the overhang. Removing
his saturated jacket he wrung the moisture
from it over the side, then after passing
both hands down his trousers he squeezed
the water from the bottoms, and as a final
touch to his impromptu toilet he rubbed one
shirt sleeve across his face with an action
made skillful by long practice.
‘‘Sorry 1 got the deck mussed,’’ he said,
apologetically. ‘‘If:you have a swab handy
Ill clean it up quicker’n you can heave the
log.’?
‘*What kind of a marine curiosity have we
fished from the Solent?’’ laughed Howard
Gould. ‘‘What is your name, boy?’’
Sate
‘¢Jim what???
‘‘T’m blessed if I know,’’ replied the lad,
sarelessly. ‘‘Around the ship-yard back in
Brooklyn some called me Jim Smith, and
others uster say my after handle wuz Mud.’’
‘*So you are an American, then?’’ said
Mr. Iselin.
An expression of extreme disgust crossed
Jim’s face, and he eyed his questioner half
angrily.
‘‘Yer don’t mean to ask me that, do
yer?’’ he replied. ‘'Think I look like one
o’ these blooming Englishers? I’m surprised
at yer, "deed Tam. Can’t yer tell a Yankee
kid when yer sees one? Huh! I’m insulted.’’
Mr. Iselin laughed.
‘*‘T sincerely beg your pardon,’’ he said,
with profound courtesy. ‘‘I confess that
my traveled education has been sadly neg-
lected.’’
‘*‘What was the trouble on board that
steam yacht?’’? now asked George Gould.
‘‘Why did you leave her in such a peculiar
manner?’?
‘*Had to er else get it in the neck witha
club.’’
‘*Indeed? Tell us all about it.’’
‘Scuse me, but if yer going to be in it in
this race yer’d better be moving,’’ replied
Jim, glancing toward the cluster of yachts
around the starting point.
‘‘By Jove! that’s a good suggestion,’’
coincided the owner of the Vigilant. ‘‘Cap-
tain Haff, get under way again. Make haste
or we'll be too late. The finding of this
most interesting American has actually
caused me to forget the event of the day.”’
The waif from the Diablo bowed _ politely
as if the words were a direct compliment to
him. The sloop was soon on her course
again under a spread of sail.
‘‘We barely have time to get in line,’’ re-
marked George Gould, glancing at bis
watch. ‘‘If it was earlier I’d send you
ashore. You will have to wait now until
after the race.’’ ,
‘*Don’t worry yer bead abcut me, sir,’’
answered Jim, promptly. ‘‘I’m fixed, I am.
IT wouldn’t give up this chance of seein’ the
great race tor a bag of plunks. Want ter
hear bow T done up ’is jiglets, Captain Dar-
row, eh? Well, it was dis way:
‘In the firs’ place I was borned an’
brought up round old Morris’ yacht build-
ing yard near Brooklyn.’’
‘“That was certainly a curious
place,’’? smiled Howard Gould.
‘*Couldn’t help it, sir. I guess I didn’t
have the say, else I might have selected one
;
birth-
er them lay-outs on Fift’? avynoo. How-
ever, it: don’t make any diff now. I reckon
I’nt about as happy as a milyonaire. Well,
I hung round the yard doing odd jobs fer
me keep ’till one blooming day a man
named Darrow, with a face like last year’s
crop of crab apples, happened along.
‘*He wanted a steam yacht, an’ old Morris
soon fixed him up wid the Diablo, whose
name then was the Arrow. After gettin’ his
craft, me nibs cast his eye about fur a
crew. I wanted to go ter sea like a blamed
; chump, so I offered me services as captain.’?’
‘* As captain?’’ echoed his audience.
Jim smiled, a ghostly flicker of mirth.
‘“‘Did I say captain?’’ he asked, inno-
T’ought Jim wuz a jay, didn’t |
cently. ‘‘Me tongue slipped, I reckon. [
meant cabin boy. Well, ’is nibs shipped me
fur ten boneS er month an’ grub. We sailed
from Noo York three weeks ago fur South-
ampton. On the way across the pond I got
onto a scheme of Cap’ain Darrow which
made me leary of going any furder wid
him.
‘‘T tried to git me discharge, but he
wouldn’t have none of it. What could a pore
kid do in that case? He must cut his hook,
mustn’t he? 1 guess yes. I watched me
chances, but none came erlong till we
reached dis port. Yesterday we got in an’ I
t’ought we was going ter stay ter see de
Vigilant whallop the keel off er them Eng-
lish scows.
‘*Did we stay? Not much. A little after
daybreak we ups anchor and prepared ter
leave. I couldn’t stand it. Tink of true
Americans skipping out when dere services
are needed to whoop up the boat what came
over here ter show these mugs how ter
race???’
‘*You are certainly patriotic,’’ remarked
Mr. Iselin.
‘¢*{ don’t know wot dat is, but I guess I
am,’’ grinned Jim. ‘‘Well, when I heard
the windmill under de stern’ fanning the
wet, I made up my mind dat here was one
Yankee kid wot wouldn’t go back on his
flag, so I called on me bold cap’ain and said
dat I wanted me dough.”’
‘*Your dough?’’
‘*Yes me stack of chips wot was due me
for working hard. Guess you and me speak
different languages, don’t we?’?’
‘““They are about the same except in a
few trifling details,’’ smiled George Gould.
‘* Proceed with your story.’’
‘Tt an’t no story it’s gospel truth I’m
telling yer, an’ when I gits t’rough’ yer’ll
say dat yer never before heard of a more
unfortunate kid. When I asked polite fur
me dough Cap’ain Darrow ordered me from
de cabin wid his boot. He didn’t waste no
words but quietly lifted me about nine steps
up de stairs. Dat hurt me feelings an’ I
t’ought 1’d git even.
‘*] crept back again and called out re-
spectful like: ‘Cap’ain Darrow, I’m sorry ter
leave yer, but de state of me health don't
admit of a long voyage. I’m going ashore.
Good-by. I hopes yer’ll feed the sharks wid
yer measly body before sundown.’ Then I
leisurely walked to der side an’ hopped into
der drink.’’
‘‘Why, I thought we saw some one chas-
ing you,’’ said Howard Gould.
‘Yer di,’’ replied Jim, abashed. ‘‘The
pace then was slow fur me as I generally
hit the grit at a mile a minute. Did yer see
the man behind me?’’
‘¢Yes; he had a stick.’
‘“‘Dat was the cap’ain. His, stick was a
spritsail boom er at least I t’ought it was
when he clumped me over the nob wid it.
He chased me overboard from de cabin
whacking me. t’ree times at every step.
But I’m free now, an’ I don’t care a rap
fur him. Need a nice hones’ éabin boy
aboard dis hooker? I?ll work cheap.’’
‘‘What about that pocket-book?’’ asked
George Gould, a trifle sternly.
‘‘Wot pocket-book?’’ innocently queried
Jim. ‘‘Who said anything about a pocket-
book???
‘‘Come now, no subterfuge. When you
shouted defiance after that steam yacht you
held up a large black leather pocket-book and
said something about getting even. Did you
steal it from Captain Darrow?’’
Jim glanced down at thessnowy deck, and
began to dig at one of the calked seams
with the toe of his rigbt shoe. Presently he
looked*up and replied in a low voice:
‘‘Dat bloke owed me ten plunks for me
back wages, sir.’’
‘‘Then you stole the pocket-book?’’
‘Ts it stealing, sir, to take yer own?”’
‘‘Tt certainly is in the manner followed by
you. How much money is in it?’’
‘‘T dunno, sir. Guess dere’s enough ter
pay me.”’
‘‘Well, you must give it back to the
rightful owner, If you will do that I’ll pay
you your lost wages and something over.
Here, give me the pocket-book.”’
The boy hesitated. Just then the Vigilant
went about in line with her competitors,
and the excitement of the moment claimed
the undivided attention of George Gould
and his companions. Unobserved, the waif
from the Diablo slipped forward to the heel
of the bowsprit. Watching his chance he
quickly gbstracted several pieces of money
and a package of documents from the black
leather purse. These he secreted in some
mysterious pocket, then he unconcernedly
watched the stirring scene around him.
CHAPTER III.
THE RACE.
HE appearance of that part of the So-
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, Cowes, at this hour, was something
to be long remembered. There was &
great tangle of craft at the starting point,
each skipper trying to get his boat in goo
position to watch the commencement of the
impending race. ‘
Full fifty vessels were present, each more
or less gayly decorated with bright colore‘
bunting. Streamers and flags, pennants an
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mosaic. Yachts, barges, punts, wherries,
steamers, and even slender canoes tossed
and lurched upon the broad stretch of
water.
The line of bulwarks was crowded with
humanity. The rigging and yards were
black with sightseers, and from each and
every throat came a cheer as the illustrious
trio of nautical racers swept round in readi-
ness to cross the starting line.
Allis ready.
A nimble sailor slips aloft to a stray
pennant on board the Satanita, and is down
again before a moment has elapsed. Twenty
hearty tars quietly man the main sheet of
the Britannia, moving as easily asif ona
shore promenade. Aft, near the Vigilant’s
tiller, stands Captain Haff as immovable
as if carved out of marble.
A signal comes from the starting boat.
The three yachts sweep down under a
mighty press of canvas to the line. Booms
were jibed to port as they crossed, then
with a flash and a spiteful roar the gun
sounds its approval of the start. A hoarse
ery comes from the multitude:
‘*Hurrah! hurrah! The Satanita is first!’’
She was, with the Britannia following
close to her counter, but the white sloop
had lost little in the maneuvering. True,
she was fifty seconds behind, but before
Ryde was reached the gallant Vigilant had
overlapped the Prince of Wales’ cutter, and
was fast overhauling her other rival.
The packed mass of humanity along the
shores of the Isle of Wight noticed this with
never a sound. Anxious faces were turned
to the north-west, whence the favoring
breeze was slowly increasing. Lips formed
the eager wish:
‘‘Oh, if the wind would only slacken!’
Well they knew the sailing points of the
craft from across the sea, and it was cer-
tainly apparent that old Boreas meant to be
in evidence before the race was ended. Five
thousand pairs of eyes watched.the heavens,
but of all that multitude only a few read
hope in the weather signs.
Of these those on board the Vigilant
formed a part. Captain Haff was in his
element. ‘he sturdy old sailor was every-
where at once. His trained crew knew his
every motion, and orders were obeyed
almost before they fell from his lips.
When the racers passed the Ryde, the head-
quarters of the Royal Victoria Yacht Club,
about six miles from the start, the Satanita
was still leading by one minute and forty
seconds. But the crack yacht of the Prince
ot Wales, the hitherto invincible Britannia,
was almost a minute astern.
The heir to the British throne was visible
on the deck of his cutter, but from his im-
passive face and air of calm, dignity he
might have been walking down Piccadilly or
assisting at a court function. His crew were
not idle, however. The Britannia’s able
skipper knew his business, and the trim of
the sails was faultless.
A vast concourse of steain craft followed
in the wake of the three yachts. Their
whistles, which had created a pandemonium
at the start, were now silent. The silence
was almost intense, but it was the quiet of
strained nerves. Time for an uproar when
either of the British cutters won the race—
if either would.
Reaching through Spithead not a rope
was touched. At Bainbridge each crew
eased off the main sheets for the run to
Ventnor. Before that place was reached a
most unexpected thing happened.
The weather changed.
The breeze, which had been blowing
briskly with ample promise of an immediate
increase, suddenly fell to one half of its
force. A wild cry of joy came from the
crowds lining the shore. It was echoed with
right good will from the flotilla of specta-
tors. The crews of the Satanita and Britan-
nia tossed their caps in the failing air. The
Prince of Wales smiled.
On board the Yankee sloop consternation
stalked rampant. Anxious glances were
cast at the broad expanse of canvas, alas!
now flapping idly from side to side. Was the
fate of the Vigilant to follow he: this day?
‘‘Out spinnaker !’’ roared Captain Haff.
‘“‘Set club topsails,’? commanded Mr.
Iselin. ‘‘Put every rag on her that will hold
wind. I believe she can win in a calm if we
coax her. For heaven’s sake don’t let ‘us
lose this race of all races.’’
‘‘She is still gaining in spite of the
breeze,’’ suddenly called out George Gould
from the after rail. ‘‘We are increasing our
distance ahead of the Britannia, Hurrah,
the old beauty is fit for all weathers!”’
It certainly seemed so. The wind now
Came in puffs, and at times threatened to
die away altogether, but notwithstanding
that fact the gallant white yacht slipped
across the water as if propelled by an invis-
ible force.
It was hard to say who were the most as-
tonished, the crews of the Satanita and
Britannia, or George Gould and his com-
panions. Despite the prayers of the multi-
tude ashore the sudden change in _ the
Weather had not helped matters for their
Side,
It was a fact well known to all that the
igilant’s best performances were brought
Out by a roaring breeze, but now, the wird
Was barely fitful, and still the Yankee craft
Maintained her speed. To some easily im-
Pressed minds in the crowd of spectators
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there must have been a suspicion of witchery
in it all.
Off Ventnor the Vigilant edged ahead of
the Satanita-and took the lead. This change
in affairs was brought about by the skillful
handling of the sloop by her skipper and
crew. The unexpected revelation of sailing
qualities in light airs had wrought up the
enthusiasm of George Gould and his men to
the highest pitch.
Never before had the desire for victory
burned so strong in their breasts. There was
a chance—a perceptible chance to beat the
enemy over their own ground and with a
breeze of their own choosing. Under such
circumstances success would wipe out old
scores, and establish the fame of the Vigi-
lant upon the highest pinnacle.
There was desperation on board the Brit-
annia and Satanita. Something must be
done to turn the tide. Every inch of canvas
available had been set. The many maneu-
vers and nice touches known to past masters
in the art of yachting were long since em-
ployed. Nothing remained but to wait and
hope.
Suddenly a clever reach on the part of
the prince’s cutter sent her ahead a couple
of lengths. The careful watcher’s on board
the Yankee sloop saw a mustering of skip-
per and mates around the royal owner on
the after deck. It was a consultation. What
did it portend?
Captain Haff clinched his teeth with stern
determination. He glanced inquiringly
toward Mr. Iselin. The latter understood
the silent query, and he replied promptly :
‘‘Follow where they lead, and cut them
off if it is in your power.’’
The words were barely spoken when with
asharp slant to. windward the Britannia
slipped toward the near-by shore. Closer and
yet closer she drew, A strong ripple stirred
the edge of the foamy reaches close to land.
Its meaning was plain. There lurked wind
and the cutter’s skipper was clever enough
to take advantage of it. But it was a peril-
ous risk.
It was a mile from St. Catherine, the
southernmost point of the Isle of Wight, and
almost due seuth of Cowes. Here the shores
shelved down to a sandy beach at places—
but to rocks at other spots. Some of these
were visible, rearing their weather-stained
heads above the surface in ample warning;
but there were many hidden from sight.
It was dangerous work, this sailing within
a stone’s throw of the land. But the Brit-
annia fearlessly led the way, and should
Yankee Vigilant hold back? Not so long as
an American owner and an American skip-
per and an American crew held control.
The prince’s cutter and the white sloop
were almost within touch of each other
when suddenly the Britannia took the
ground. She struck rather hard and heeled
over to port. Her immense mainsail shiv-
ered in the leeches, and a block dropped to
the deck with a thud.
A hoarse cry came from the crowd of
spectators ashore, but before the echoes died
away the cutter slipped off into deep water
again. The'delay had been almost imper-
ceptible, but it had allowed the Vigilant to
agaix creep ahead. By this time the Satan-
ita was at least four minutes astern, and
she figured no longer in the race.
The British pilot of the American yacht
had already opened his mouth to protest
against the Vigilant running so close to
shore when the cutter touched. The accident
drew from him a shout of excitement.
‘*This will never do,’’ he cried. ‘‘ Another
yard and we’ll land on a rock. Starboard
the helm, starboard, I say!’’
Captain Haff glanced at Mr. Iselin.
The latter shook his head with a fierce
gesture.
‘“‘Keep her on the course,’’? he fairly
shouted. ‘‘We will cut her out, shore or no
shore. ’”
Foot by foot the sloop overlapped the
cutter. Soon she was a length—two lengths
ahead.. A puff of wind filled the great sails.
On, on she went at an increasing pace. Suc-
cess was assured. A third length separated
the struggling craft, then just as the clear
stretch of coast line leading north-west
opened up.a shrill, boyish cry came from
the Vigilant’s bow:
‘*Raise de center-board! Raise de center-
board! Dere’s rocks ahead!’’
(TO BE CONTINUED.)
—_——> +>
STEALING TO SELL.
For quickness of repartee commend me to
an auctioneer. I once attended a sale where
under the hammer things were being sold
off at a great rate and at low figures. In the
crowd close to me stood a sedate old man,
who watched the salesman in a very
thoughtful mood for along time. At last,
catching the eye of the auctioneer, he
asked:
‘‘T say, sir, how is it you can afford to
sell those things so cheap?”’
Without a moment’s hesitation, the auc-
tioneer reached down and patted him on the
shoulder, while his face beamed like a rising
sun, as he replied:
‘¢Bless your soul, sir, I have a father and
three brothers, and I keep them stealing all
the time to furnish me with goods.”’
Then the sale went on,
NEWS.
[This Story Will Not Be Published in Book-Form. }
SLAVES TO SAVAGES:
?
BROUGHT BACK FROM AFRICA.
A STORY IN THREE PARTS.
pectin dient
BY J. SPENCER MURRAY.
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(“SLAVES TO SAVAGES” was,commenced in No. 279.
Back numbers can be obtained of all News Agents.)
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PART III.
oy
He way disconcerted by the appearance
2. of this formidable body of men,
though they closed up into more com-
pact order and looked well to their weapons.
Ina few minutes the two parties came
within speaking distance. Elevating a white
cloth on the point of a spear, the chief rode
out with two of his followers to meet the
strangers.
The leader of the new-comers rode for-
ward to greet the sheik, and a short parley
was held, which resulted in the two bands
moving closer to each other and exchanging
peaceful salutations.
_Full of curiosity, the two white men in-
spected the strangers. They were tall, almost
burly, men, with savage faces, prominent
cheek bones, and cruel, deeply sunken eyes.
They were clad in lJeopard-skin kilts, and
were armed only with long spears and oval
shields of tanned rhinoceros hide.
Meanwhile, the Arab chief and the leader
of the new-comers were talking earnestly to-
gether, with much gesticulation, in the
course of which they pointed frequently
toward the white prisoners. Presently they
seemed to come to an agreement of some
kind, for the chief summoned a couple of his
men and ordered them to bring the captives
thither.
As the white men were brought up they
saw a couple of the grim savages come for-
ward, bearing bales of skins and bundles of
ivory, which they threw on the ground in
front of the sheik. The latter, after making
a careful inspection: of these, waved his
hand, and two big natives immediately
strode toward the prisoners.
Dimly comprehending what it all meant,
Prentiss involuntarily laid his hand on his
companion’s arm.
‘*The chief has sold us to these people!’’
he cried. ‘‘See! they have thrown down the
skins and ivory in payment.’’
It was true. Before they could fully real-
ize what had been done, the white men were
given over into the hands of the new-comers,
and the Arabs prepared to go their way.
The captives were roughly ordered. to
mount a couple of spare camels by the
leader of the savages, a gigantic fellow with
an ulgy scarred face, a shade more ferocious
than those of his followers. Without further
ado, their new owners got on their camels
and started off immediately. It was not
long before the little band of Arabs had
faded away in the distance.
Toward sunset a halt was made at a little
spring in the desert. The appearance of the
country had now become wild and desolate
in the extreme. In all directions stretched
the wide and endless expanse of glittering
white sand, which, during the daytime,
shone with an intolerable glare under the
sun’s burning rays.
Away off to the south-west, the purple
tops of the distant mountains were outlined
like flame-gilded silhouettes against the
great red globe of the setting sun.
Starting at daybreak on the next day, the
savages struck directly east, and journeyed
rapidly on for three days. Late in the after-
noon of the third day they came in sight of
a large village, situated in an oasis which
appeared to be about a mile in length.
As they entered the village, crowds of
people poured out of the huts and greeted
the new arrivals with loud yells of welcome
and the beating of tom-toms. The village
was a large one, there being in all three or
four hundred huts.
Presently, the natives turned off to the
right and halted before a long, low hut,
strongly built of young timber, which Mel-
ville rightly guessed to bea slave prison.
There was but one entrance, situated at the
farther end.
The white men were roughly shoved inside
of the hut, and the massive door of hard
wood swung to with a dull crash behind
them. They could hear their captors pushing
into place the heavy bar which prevented
the door from opening, and then all was
silent.
The interior of the hut was dimly lighted
at intervals along the front wall by three
narrow apertures, which were by no means
large enough to admit the passage of a
man’s body. The ceiling was barely high
enough to allow the prisoners to stand erect.
Close to the rear wall was a roughly-hewn
bench: That was all.
Having completed the examination of
their prison, the captives sank down upon
the rude bench near the wall, and gazed
into each other’s faces with eyes in which
HE Arabs did not seem to be in any-
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despair was plainly visible. For a time they
sat there in gloomy silence.
Prentiss was thé first to speak.
‘*Listen!’’ he said; ‘‘what was that?’’
Footsteps approached the hut, the door
creaked and swung open, and a man stepped
across the threshold.
The prisoners gazed at the new-comer with
amazement, for, although his face was dark
and deeply bronzed by exposure to the sun,
he had light hair and blue eyes, and it was
evident that he was a white man.
His face was the face of a man of forty,
although, as was afterward learned, he was
not yet thirty. His eyes were hollow and
sunken, and the clothes which hung in rags
upon his emaciated body disclosed scars and
stripes and other marks of cruel tortures
which had been inflicted upon him. His face
wore a look of utter helplessness sad to see,
and, in places, his original blonde hair had
turned to an iron-gray.
The man reeled back against the wall and
nearly fell.
‘‘White men!’’ he cried; ‘‘white men,
here in the heart of the Galla country! Ah,
I see it all now. They, too, are slaves,
doomed like me to drag out a miserable ex-
istence of toil and starvation !”’
Like a flash the conviction fastened itself
upon the American’s mind that this white
prisoner was no other than the lost New
Yorker, Perry Blackledge!
The dark-faced man had said that the lost
man strayed from Gordon’s expedition. Ac-
cording to that, he must have been held in
slavery for something over two years. In
that two years he had aged ten!
Stepping forward, Prentiss laid his hand
tenderly on the unfortunate man’s shoulder,
forgetting his own terrible situation in his
heartfelt pity for the other.
‘*Sit down on the bench and let us. hear
your story,’’ he said, in a voice of deep
sympathy ; ‘‘we, too, are prisoners, but now
that there are three of us, perhaps we can
yet find some means of escape. Let us hope
for the best.’’
The stranger shook his head sorrowfully.
‘*No,’’ he said, sadly, ‘‘it is useless. Our
only chance is in the direction of Abyssinia,
and between here and its southern border .
lies two hundred and fifty miles of desert,
which it is out of the question to think of
crossing. Prepare yourselves for the worst.?’
Seating himself on the bench, the lost New
Yorker—for the man was Perry Blackledge
—told how he had wandered away into the
desert from Gordon’s line of march, during
a night advance; how he had been captured
by a roving band of Bishareen Arabs, and
sold from tribe to tribe, always going deeper
into the interior, until he had finally passed
into the possession of the tribe of Gallas
among whom the reader finds him,
‘‘] have been aslave among these fiends
for two years,’’ he concluded: *‘two long
years, and it seems like an age! I have been
beaten and starved and tortured until at
times I have felt that even death woyld be a
blessing. In the beginning, hope was strong
within me, but by degrees it bas died out,
and I fear that I shall never see America
again. .
‘*T am allowed the freedom of the oasis,
as the natives are well aware that I would
not attempt to escape across the desert. I
ani made to toil all day in a patch of culti-
vated ground down at the southern end of
the oasis, and at night am shut up here in
the hut. The food I receive is barely-suffi-
cient to keep me alive.’’
When the man had finished, Prentiss
briefly related the events which had befallen
Melville and himself from the time of leav-
ing Berbera, omitting, however, any allu-_
sion to the man who had attempted’ his life,
or to his own purpose in coming to Africa.
He furthermore said not a word to his
fellow-prisoner about the doings of Percival
Blackledge in New York, as he wisely de-
cided that it would only increase the poor
fellow’s melancholy, and could accomplish
no good.
‘“These fellows have camels,’’ said Prentiss,
hopefully, when the other had concluded his
story ; ‘‘could we not get off with some of
them and run our chances of crossing the
desert? If we could make our way into
Abyssinia, we should be in a fair way of
getting to the coast, for the people there are
Christians, and friendly to the English.”’
Perry Blackledge shook his head.
“‘The camels are kept in a big inclosure
in the center of the village, guarded day
and night hy two natives. It is impossible
to get at them, and even if we did we could
not cross the desert without having pro-
visions and water for a long journey. Be-
sides, we are wholly ignorant of the location
of any wells, or stopping-places, without
which knowledge not even the natives them-
selves would dare to venture into the great
desert. No; it would be simply madness.’?’
‘*He is right,’’? said Melville, gloomily,
‘tand we might as well be dead, for we will
never see home again. It is useless to at-
tempt to escape, for we should only leave
our bones to whiten in the desert. Don’t
buoy yourself up with any false hopes. We
are doomed to be slaves for life.’’
* * * * * * +
Slowly the long hours dragged by until
daybreak. Perry Blackledge had thrown
himself down upon the hard floor, and was
soon fast asleep, but to Melville and Pren-
tiss, sleep was impossible, in view of the
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terrible fate, worse than death, which stared
them in the face. That night was the longest
they had ever passed.
At last dawn came, and the dim gray
light filtered in through the three narrow
windows of their prison. Presently, the |
bright disk of the rising sun showed itself
above the eastern horizon, and the great red
arrows shot out far and wide, bathing every-
thing they touched in ruddy crimson.
The inhabitants of the Galla village had |
passed the greater part of the night in cele-
brating the return of their chief’s party by
gorging themselves to the utmost and drink-
ing encrmous quantities of a sort of native
rum made of the fermented juice of maize.
As a consequence, they were now sleeping |
the sleep of stupefaction.
Little did they dreain, in their fancied
security, of the stern retribution which was
even now about to swoop down upon them, |
and in the turning of a hand, blot their |
populous village out of existence.
As Melville and Prentiss stood by the
apertures and silently watched the crimson
glow flush and vanish in the eastern sky,
they suddenly became conscious of a succes-
sion of shadows which were flitting past the
windows of the hut.
With cries of wonder they started back,
for there, before their eyes, almost close
enough to be touched by stretching out a |
hand, was a rapidly passing line of tall,
grim-looking warriors, clad in splendid
leopard-skin capes; each man _ bearing a
number of broad-bladed spears and an oval
shield of tanned rhinoceros hide.
They were powerful, copper colored fel-
lows, with regular features, straight, nearly
aquiline noses, and crisp black hair. In ad-
dition to spears and shield, each man bore
at his side a heavy steel knife in a sheath
made of leopard or panther-skin. Many of
these knives had ivory handles, tipped with
polished knobs of copper.
With a guarded exclamation, Melville
seized his companion’s arm and quickly
drew him back ‘into the shadow.
In the deepest amazement the white men
gazed at this strange procession, apparently
endless, for man after man strode rapidly
past, and it seemed as if the long train! seemingly in hesitation,
would never cease. When the last man had
gone by and disappeared beyond the corner
of the hut, Melville counted three hundred
and ten.
As the last man of that mysterious band
disappeared from view, Prentiss turned and
gazed at his friend with something like hope
in his eyes.
‘*This may mean deliverance for us,’’ he
said.
The Abyssinians stolidly proceeded to re-
gain their spears, and calmly set to work
wiping off the blood-stains on the grass,
which grew in patches at the edges of the
square. This done, parties of half a dozen
men dispersed in various directions, and
| began to fire the huts, with brands ignited
in the still glowing embers of the Galla
canip-fires.
The large hut in which our friends were
imprisoned was one of the first to be visited.
The Abyssinians stopped short for a moment
when they saw the barred door, and the
white men inside could hear them fumbling
at the fastenings.
In another instant the bar was withdrawn,
and as the door swung ajar, three or four
| big natives rushed in with uplifted spears.
On seeing the white men, however, they at
once lowered their weapons and began to
jabber excitedly among themselves.
Melville stepped forward, and holding up
his hands in token of submission, tried to
make them understand that he and _ his
friends wished to be conducted to their
chief.
Whether they understood or not, the re-
sult was the same, for they led the white
men out of the hut and down toward the
center of the square, where steod, a little
apart from the rest, a handsome, firmly-
built man, whose air of authority and mag-
nificent head-dress of white ostrich feathers
led Melville to surmise that he was the
chief,
The chief gazed at the white men before
him with evident astonishment. For a time
the silence was unbroken.
Then, to the surprise of our three friends,
he said, in broken, though unmistakable
English:
‘*White men no be afraid—we friends.
Where Inglis men come froni?”’
Acting as spokesman, Melville explained
as well as he could that he and his two
friends had been prisoners in the hands of
the Gallas who had been so completely an-
nihilated; adding that they would pay a
liberal ransom to be taken down to the
coast.
For a short time the chief kept silence,
Would he refuse?
In that brief moment the suspense was
terrible.
‘*It is good,’’ replied the chief, at last:
‘‘me been down to coast many times. Many
Tnglis men at Zaila. We will take to Zaila.
But must have big ransom; guns, cloth,
very much.’’
‘*You shall have as much as twenty men
can carry back,’’ interrupted Prentiss,
‘‘These fellows are evidently bent on| eagerly, ‘tif you will take us to Zaila or
surprising the village, though who and what} some place where we can buy the goods you
they are, I cannot imagine.’’
‘*At any rate, we can’t. get into a much] coast as soon as wwe can.
Only, we would like to get to the
The quicker you
want.
worse fix than our present one,’’ rejoined|take us there the bigger will be your re-
Melville, ‘‘and if we could only get out of | ward.’’
this confounded hut, we might steal off with
‘* Journey take a month,’’ was the chief’s
some camels in the confusion of the attack, | reply: ‘‘maybe more—can’t tell.”’
and——*®Hark! They are at it!’’
Outside, a long fierce yell of triumph went | and issued a few rapid orders.
With that, he turned aside to his followers
Some of the
up into the clear morning air. It was caught |} Abyssinians scattered in various directions,
up and repeated again and again, accom-|and began tearing down several of the huts
panied by the barsh beating of brazen drums | which bad not yet been fired, including that
and the sharp clatter of spear blades clashed | which had latel
The uproar | our three friends.
against the metal shield knobs.
was deafening.
been the prison house of
Presently they returned, carrying great
At the first outbreak of the clamor, the|armsful of debris, which they set to work
sleeping Perry Blackledge had risen to a sit- | heaping up about the pile of dead Gallas.
ting posture.
He immediatley sprang to his | Others now
came forward bearing the
feet, and joining his companions at the win-| corpses of those who had not perished in
dow, gazed with stariug eyes at the specta-| that last terrible scene of carnage.
cle which met his vie'v.
p These
were thrown upon the common heap, more
‘*Those men aré Abyssinians,’’ he cried. | fuel was brought, and soon a great tongue
‘‘T have seen their like before—prisoners | of flame was shooting upward toward the sky.
whom the Gallas had captured, for they are
at perpetual war with these people.
Not one of the Gallas had escaped. ‘lhey
They | had been wiped out completely. After all,
must have come on camels across the desert | as Melville remarked to his companions,
to attack the village.
Well, it will be ared| they richly deserved it, as the wild and
day. No quarter will be given; the Gallas | turbulent Gallas were continually coming up
will be wiped out completely.’’
from the south to attack the more civilized
Within the limited view afforded by their | inhabitants of Abyssitlia, and it was, per-
prison windows, the captives could see the| haps, necessary that they should be taught
half-stupefied Gallas struggling to their feet | a terrible lesson.
in all directions, only to be speared instantly
It was only retribution.
Half an hour later, a long line of camels
by the grim invaders. The surprise was com- | wound out of the oasis on their return jour-
plete, overwhelming.
ney across the desert.
The Abyssinians had
With fierce shonts, the Abyssinians grad- | appropriated the Gaila camels, a hundred or
ually drove the terrified Gallas together into | more in number, besides a large quantity of
a huddled mass ina cleared space at the|skins and ivory found in the village, and
center of the village.
Then they closed up| what other property they cared to retain,
around them in a great circle, and the three} All else was given to the flames, and soon
white men saw a sight which they will never | the only traces remaining of that Galla vil-
forget to their dying day.
lage and its inhabitants were a few heaps of
Slowly, at first, the circle lessened, and | charred and smoking ashes.
its inner face took on the appearance of a
living wall of steel.
given by some one in aringing shout that|from hopeless slavery.
As for our friends, their joy was. un-
All at once, at a signal| bounded over their unexpected. deliverance
rentiss, in pai tic-
sounded high above the yells of the terrified | ular, was greatly elated over the snccess of
Gallas, it surged together and contracted to| the mission which he had in the beginning
half its former dimension. Then, at another | regarded as a vain, wild enterprise, scarcely
ringing command, the Abyssinians began | worth the undertaking. He admitted, how-
hurling their spears from all points of the| ever, that had not fate so strangely came to
circle right into the crowded and struggling | his assistance, his own efforts would assur-
mass of Gallas.
spears the savages went down in scores. The
slaughter was fearful to see.
For a few minutes the sharp hiss of the|forced to the utmost.
Under that pitiless rain of | edly have counted for nothing.
The journey across the great desert occu-
pied twelve days, though the camels were
Then, after passing
flying spears and the sickening thud as they | through mile .upon mile of rolling grass
struck their wretched victims continued country, they arrived at the chief’s town.
without intermission. The ground in the
The extent of the place surprised the white
center of the circle was trampled into a! men considerably, for Or-Khisak. as he was
bloody ooze, piled high with heaps of dead called, was a powerful chief, and ruled over
Gallas, many of them with the broad spear nearly two thousand fighting men.
Under
blades sticking out a foot or so beyond their his protection the rescued ones were safe.
backs. Soon all was over. The last man had Fortunate it was that they had fallen into
fallen.
such good hands,
NEWS.
After a halt of two days at his stronghold,
the chief set out with a strong party to take
the white men down to the coast.
It, is needless to give the details of the
journey. Suffice it to say that they arrived
at Zaila in a little over a month.
At Zaila, Perry Blackledge, with Mel-
ville’s aid, procured letters of credit upon
certain merchants from the British resident
governor, and purchased a lot of miscel-
laneous goods; fire-arms, ammunition, cloth,
mirrors, showy ornaments, and the like,
which made Chief Or-Khisak’s eyes nearly
bulge out of his head with delight. With
many expressions of gratitude, the chief set
out with his followers on their journey to
the interior.
There is yet one more scene to be enacted,
reader, before the curtain falls.
* * : * *
part of September. The Honorable Percival
Blackledge sat in the elegantly furnished
library of his magnificent mansion on Fifth
avenue, smoking his after-dinner cigar. On
the handsome mahogany table beside him
stood a silver tray bearing a couple of bottles
of rare old Burgundy, to which he was pay-
ing full attention, judging from the amount
remaining in one of the hottles.
The app intwents of the room were
superb, Massive tables of carved mahogany,
rare marbles and bronzes, costly paintings.
long rows of well-filled book-shelves; all
these met his eyes as his glan¢ée wandered
complacently around the apartment.
‘tlt is umine,’’? he said to himself, ‘‘all
mine! Everything has played straight into
my hands. I am safe, absolutely, for Perry
will never return to contest my claim. He
is a slave for life.”’
Pausing, he helped himself to a large
buniper of sparkling Burgundy.
‘‘My agent, Eugene Sandrier, is out of
my path forever—killed at the battle of Abu
Klea, as I learned from the official report.
Well, it is better so. Who knows what he
might have done to undermine me had he
lived? This is a strange world, at the best.’’
He was rudely startled from hjs reflections
by the sound of heavy footsteps outside in
the hallway. The butler’s voice was heard,
raised in angry protest on the other side of
the door. ;
‘*] tell you you can’t see him! I have
strict orders not toadmit any one. And now
the police.
‘‘Stand out of my way!’’ replied a calm,
stern voice. ‘‘T shall see him, and at once!’’
At the sound of that voice, the Honorable
Percival Blackledge sprang out of his chair
as though stung by a rattlesnake.
‘‘That voice!’’ he gasped. ‘‘Can it be his?
No, I am dreaming. It is simply impossible.
He is thousands of miles away.’’
The library door was thrown forcibly
open, and three men filed quickly into. the
room. They were Prentiss, Melville, and a
portly, benevolent-faced old gentleman
whom we will introduce as Archibald Steele,
of the legal firm of Trafton & Steele.
Perry Blackledge stepped forward and
transfixed his rascally uncle with a wither-
ing glare.
‘*The game is up!’ he cried. ‘‘You played
boldly, but lost. I have come back at last,
you see, and you will have a chance to re-
flect upon our changed situations later on,
though since you are my uncle, I shall not
prosecute you. Now, go!’’
With a face that was perfectly livid, Per-
cival Blackledge turned and stepped out into
the hall without a word. He had lost the
game. Another moment, and the street door
closed behind him as he left the house for-
ever. He went West, where he drifted into
speculation, and eventually died in poverty.
Melville Chitwood went back to his jour-
nalistic duties on the Standard, where he
won speedy promotion. He had written up
a vivid account of the whole story, and
wired his paper for a page. The tale was
printed, with appropriate illustrations,
headed with Melvilles’ latest photograph,
and it goes without saying that it madea
sensation, which added enormously to the
already enviable reputation of the daring
‘*snecial,’?’
Prentiss Kenyon was made Perry Black-
ledges’ private secretary, with nominal
duties and a large salary. Lawyer Steele is
a frequent visitor at the elegant mansion of
the son of his old friend, and he is never
happier than when in the companionship of
the man who had been brought back from
Africa,
(THE END.)
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EQUAL TO THE OCCASION.
‘*T wish you would see what is the matter
with this,’’ said the customer, handing his
watch across the show-case. ‘‘It has stopped.
Perbaps there’s a hair tangled up in the
balance wheel.’?
The jeweler opened it, screwed his eye-
glass into place, and made the customary
horrible grimace at the helpless watch.
‘*A hair?’’ he said. ‘‘There’s a lock of
’em.”?
‘*Well, give it a shampoo.’’
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*“*T think I know why they call idols
|idols,’? said Bobbie. ‘‘It’s because thay sit
still all the time and do nothing.’’
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EDITED BY DAVID PARKS.
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SOMETHING ABOUT STILTS.
used, but in France, the shepherds of
Landes have had to use them for many
‘S> a century, and are very expert.
The great aunual race took place recently,
from Bordeaux to Paris, a distance of about
two hundred and seventy-three miles. The
winner did the whole distance in seventy-six
hours and forty-five minutes, his best run
for the twenty-four hours being ninety-nine
miles. In the Landes the average lergth of
the stilts is about forty-five inches, but the
winner had his a good twenty inches longer,
and was thus enabled to take strides forty-
three inches in length. This additional
length, however, had its disadvantages, for
each stilt weighed about nine pounds, which
is rather heavy for a timber-toe‘that has to
be worked continuously for three days, and
may account for what, after all, is a very
insignificant performance.
The fact is that the stilt is limited by its
weight—length does not matter; and, para-
doxical as it may appear, the longer it is
the safer it is. The stilt as ordinarily used by
American boys, a stick of about four feet
high, with a rest a foot from the ground, is
a most dangerous toy, particularly it it has
Qs si $
Ie this country stilts are not very much
‘ir
'a loop for the foot to rest in, instead of a
bracket for it to rest on.
The stilt in every-day use does not extend
above the knee, where its end is fixed by
means of a strong garter. In this way it be-
comes a prolongation of the leg below the
knee, or, to put it in another way, it is
merely an extremely thick sole to the boot.
Ordinary walking is merely a series of falls,
and so is stilt-walking, the one foot coming
forward to regain the balance that is lost by
the other.
The longer the stilt the longer it takes the
wearer to fall, and the more time he has to
steady himself. But this quickness in recoy-
ery is hampered by weight, until the weight
becomes so great as to hinder the movement.
The reason ‘that stilts fixed below the knee
are more easily worked than those in which
the hands are used, is that is so difficult to
get arms and legs to swing together.
Watch a man walking, and you will see
that his left arm swings forward as bis left
leg swings backward, and thus helps him to
keep his balance. It is only by an effort
that the limbs on any one side can be
moving together, and the result isan un-
gainly waddle. Watch a four-footed animal,
and you will notice this alternate motion
more easily. '
Compare it with what takes place when a
boy starts on the common or garden stilts.
He grips with his hand at the upper ex-
tremity. If his hand goes forward with his
foot, over he goes. If his hand goes back, as
it naturally would when his foot advances,
the result isan awkward screw, a totter, a
kick, and a sprawl. The arm, in fact, which
he should keep free to balance himself with,
is not only rendered useless for the purpose,
but actually brought in to make matters
worse for him,
To run two hundred and seventy-three
miles in three or four days on such things
would be impossible. They are the most
cumbrous and unscientific of toys, and the
less they are used the better. But let your
stilts form part of your leg, use bambhoos for
lightness, and have a long stick to balance
yourself with and form a tripod when you
stand still, and you will find progress by no
means difficult, even over roughish ground.
THROWING THE SPEAR.
This game is an old Greek and Persian
pastime; to ‘‘throw the spear and speak the
truth’’ being a national maxim of the Per-
sians, which all might copy with advantage.
The apparatus required are some light
spears and an archery target. The spears
should vary from five to six feet in length.
The point should be shod with a steel point,
having a socket into which the wooden
handle is fitted and made fast by small
screws passing through holes in the sides of
the metal, and then into the wood itself.
The wood for about a foot above the point
should be about three-quarters of an inch in
diameter, and from thence gradually taper
to about a quarter of an inch in diameter,
until the end of the spear is reached.
Some spears are fitted with feathers, like
an arrow. But these are not necessary to
obtain a good throw, and soon get disman-
tled in continually falling upon the ground.
An ordinary archery target will suffice to
aim at.
The method of the contest is to stand iat
an agreed distance and throw at the target;
whoever throws nearest to the center of the
target the greatest number of times out 0
six throws to be hailed the winner.
The best method of throwing is to advance
the left foot forward, extending the left leg
until perfectly straight, then lean well back
until the weight of the body rests upon the
right leg; now extend the left arm forwar
ina line with the shoulder, and over the
left leg. Poise the spear in the right hand,
holding it at the center of gravity by the
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forefiuger and thumb. Hold the spear hori-
zontally, and bring the right arm backward
until the hand is close to the right ear.
Now, inclining the point of the spear
slightly upward, make your effort, bringing
the right arm forward, followed by the
right side of the body; the right leg for-
ward and the left arm backward. Count
yourself fortunate if you even hit the target
in the first few attempts: but practice will
make a wonderful difference. The distance
should be mutually agreed upon; but fifty
feet for a boy of fifteen, aud one hundred
feet for an adulf will be found about right.
To '‘thiow the javelin’’ is another phase
of this pastime. ‘‘’lhe javelin’’ is from four
to five feet in length, tliee-quarters of an
inch in thickuess, and fitted with a barbed
end, slightly heavier than the spear-head.
The object of the game is to throw the}
javelin as far as possible, but uot at a
target. Instead, the javelin must stick into
the ground.
In throwing the javelin, hold it in the
right baud, the left leg aud hand being ad-
vanced, The barb and arm at this point
should be at the rear. Then desciibing a
semi-circle with the arm over the right
shoulder, and leaning well to the rear, hurl
the weapon as far as possible in front of
THE POLE RACE.
This race is a capital one, and not only
provides fun aud interest to the spectator,
but gives plenty of exercise to the athlete,
and calls upon his skill in devising the best
methods of negotiating the obstacles.
The apparatus required consists of about a
dozen light poles, about fifteen to twenty
feet in length, and about four or six inches
in diameter. ‘lhese should rest at each ex-
tremity upon a small trestle. ‘The poles
should be placed across the field in parallel
lines, and at a distance of from eight to ten
feet.
The object of the contest is for the com-
petitor to vault over each pole. ‘he athlete
who reaches the other or farther end first to
be the winner. The method of vaulting to
be optional, but touching and using the
hands upon the poles to be compulsory.
lie distance to be arranged, but a ‘‘there-
and-back’’ course will be found the most
popular. Another variety in this coutest is
‘the under-and-over race.’’ In this case,
the athlete, on the start baving been given,
ruus under the first pole, vaults over the
second, under the third, vaults over the
fourth, aud so on alternately until the end
has been reached. Here the runuers turn
round and repeat the performance back
again. Three or four competitors may start
in each heat. The winnels of each heat to
run together in the final.
A variety in the race can be made hy the
competitors performing the vault inside or
outside their hands. This requires great
activity aud expertness; and a still more
difficult variety is the ‘‘Handspring race.’’
In this contest, the competitors each per-
form the gymuastic feat of turning a band-
spring over each pole. Only gymnasts are
advised to try this race, as it is not free
from danger and fatigue.
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BY PLUCK ALONE:
Ralph Nelson’s Upward Struggle,
————
BY HARVEY HICKS,
Author of “The Tour of the Zero Club,’ “Tom
Truxton’s School-Days," ‘Mat Merriman
Abroad,” etc., ete.
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(“By PLucK ALONE” was commenced in No. 277,
Back numbers can be obtained of all News Agents.)
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CHAPTER XV.
LOOKING FOR WORK,
ef RS. NELSON was surprised to see
Ralph come in almost soaked to the
skin from the rain.
‘‘Why, Ralph, why didn’t you go
under shelter !’’ she cried.
“Because I couldn’t get under,’’ he
laughed, and then he explained that he bad
been on the lake instead of over to Eastport.
_‘‘And I’ve earned two dollars by the opera-
tion,’? he added. ney
“‘T am thankful you escaped injury by the
storm,’’ she shuddered. ‘‘It must have been
fearful out on the water.’’ ; ;
‘‘It was pretty rough, I admit,’’ he said.
‘*But.it is over now and no harm done.’’
‘You had better change your clothes be-
ore you sit down to eat.’ i
‘*T will,’’ said Ralph, and went up stairs
for that purpose.
hen he came down again he found. the
®vening meal on the table, and being hungry
® ate his full share.
other and son spent a quiet evening at
Ome, and retired early. In the morning
nea.
GrooDpD
lock?’’ he asked. ‘‘I want one for myself
and one for Andy Wilson, who is going: to
| help me.’’
‘*There is but one key,’’ returned Ralph.
‘‘T always left that in asafe place in the
office aud whoever was here used it.’’
‘*hen you an’t got a duplicate?”’
‘*No, 1 tell you.”’
‘*Oh, all right,’? responded Dan Pickley,
and he pursed his lips. He was about to say
more, but suddenly changed his mind.
Somewhat perplexed by Pickley’s strange
manuer the boy continued on his way and a
few minutes later found himself in tue thriv-
ing town for which he had been bound.
Ralph had no definite place in view. But
he kuew that the best thing to do was to
seek employment systematically. He resolved
to walk to the extreme end of the town and
apply at every store and factory that pre-
sented itself.
‘Then, if there is any vacancy at all, I
am bound to locate it,’’ he said to bimself.
His first visit was paid to a large shoe fac-
tory located directly by the lakeside.
‘“‘T am looking for a place,’’ he began to
the foreman, when that individual waved
him away and pointed toasign over the
door, which the ork had not seen and which
read:
‘*No More Hands Wanted.’’
‘Excuse me, but I did not see the sign,’’
said Ralph, politely, and walked off.
After this came another shoe factory, at
which the boy fared uo better, indeed he
fared worse, for the foreman, a burly Irish-
man, ordered him out very rudely.
‘““hey don’t believe in being very civil,’’
thought Ralph. ‘‘However, one must expect
some hard kuocks in this world.’’
At aplaning wil] the boy fell in witha
youvg mau whom he knew quite well. The
young man’s name was Harry Ford, and he
treated Ralph kindly.
‘‘Very sorry, Ral h, but there is no open-
ing,’? be said. ‘‘Only last week we dis-
charged two young fellows because we could
not keep them a going. Orders are rather
slack.’’
‘:hen there is‘nothing at all open?’’
Harry Ford shook his head.
‘*]’l] ask the boss if he'Jl take you on, but
I am certain it will do no good.’’
The owner of the mill came in just then
and be was appealed to. He at once said he
could not possibly take on a new hand.
“If an opening occurs I’ll keep you in
mind,’’ said Harry Ford, and with this prom-
ise Ralph had to be content.
After leaving the planing mill the boy
came to several stores. At the first and sec-
ond no help of any kind was needed. At the
third they wanted a boy to distribute circu-
lars,
*‘The job will last for a week,’’ said the
store-keeper, ‘‘for I want the circulars _dis-
tributed in every place in Eastport, West-
ville and all the summer boarding houses and
hotels in the neighborhood.’
‘¢ And how much are you willing to pay?’
asked Ralph.
‘*77]1l give you four dollars for the week if
you do the work properly. I won’t have any
circulars wasted.’’
Ralph hesitated. Four dollars was not
much, but it was better than nothing.
‘‘T am looking for a steady place,’’ he said.
“But if I can’t find it I’ll take the job,’’ he
said.
‘‘T want the circulars to go out as soon as
possible. They advertise my summer sporting
goods, and the season is now pretty well ad-
vanced.”’ s
‘s Will you keep the place open for me until
this evening?’’
‘‘What is your name?’’
‘‘Ralph Nelson. I used to be the bridge-
tender.’’
‘«Oh, yes, I thought I had seen you before.
All right, Nelson, I'll wait until six o’clock
to hear from you.”’
“Thank you, Mr. Dunham, I’ll let you
know one way or the other by that time,’
said Ralph. :
When the boy left the store he found it was
already noon. He had a lunch with him, and
strolling down to the waters’ edge he sat on
a little dock and ate it. j
He had just about ‘inished when a row-boat
came into view. There was a single occupant
at the oars. It was Percy Paget.
‘¢Hallo there, what are you doing here?”’
cried the young bully, as he ran up to the
dock and leaped ashore.
“Taking it easy,’’ returned Ralph, coolly.
‘‘Indeed!’? said Percy, sarcastically.
‘‘Plenty of time for that now, I suppose.’’
‘*Yes, I have more time on my hands than
I care to have, Percy.”’ :
‘¢Don’t call me Percy! Iam not an inti-
mate of yours, Ralph Nelson !”?
‘* All right, just as you please.’’
‘‘If you had treated me like a gentleman
on the bridge you wouldn’t be out of a job
now.’’ went on the fashionable bully.
‘‘We won’t talk about that,’’ returned
Ralph, sharply.
And then, to see how late it was, he drew
out his new watch and consulted it.
‘(Where did you get that watch?’’ ques-
Ralph was up hefore sunrise, putting things | tioned Percy, on catching sight of the golden
MM order around the house,
y eight o'clock he was on his way to
Rastnort. As he was crossing the bridge Dan
Ickley stopped him.
‘An’t you got an extra key to the bridge
time-piece.
‘‘If was made a present to me,’’ replied
Ralph, and he smiled at the young aristo-
, crat’s evident wonder.
‘*A present to you?’’
NEw S.
“é Yes. 29
‘“When???
‘*A couple of days ago.’’
‘*For your faithful work on the bridge, I
suppose,’’ sneered the rich youth.
eee for that and partly for something
else.””
‘*Who gave it to you?’’
‘tA rich lady and her daughter.”’
‘“You are talking in riddles, Ralph Nel-
son,’’ cried Percy, more than half angry at
Ralph’s short replies.
‘Well, then, since you are so curious, let
me tell you that the watch, chain and charm
were presented to me by Miss Julia Carring-
ton and ber mother. Now are you satisfied?”’
The shot told. Percy colored to the roots
|of his reddish hair and drew down the cor-
| ners of his mouth.
| **Do you mean to tell me that Julia Car-
| rington really gave you that as a present?’’
| he ejaculated.
*8Y 68.7? 5
‘*Because you stopped their team for
them?’’
‘*Yes. They were very thankful to me for
what they called my ‘bravery.’’
|} **Humph! Anybody could have done as
|much. ‘I'bat team wasn’t much to stop.’’
‘*It’s a pity you didn’t stop them then.
You were in the carriage, I understand.”’
‘*T was thrown out, or there wouldn’t have
been any trouble,’’ growled Percy.
‘*They said you sprang out as soon as you
imagined there was danger.’”’
‘it isn’t so, I'll bet you asked them for
the watch—or fur seme reward,’’ went on
the young aristocrat, maliciously.
**Not
Percy Paget.’’
‘*Humpbh! etre ;
‘‘Some of the circulars are to go there, and
also back to Hopeville. Supposing you take
them with you now and start out distribut-
ing them from your home instead of coming
here? It will save time.’’
To this Ralph readily agreed, and after
some few instructions concerning the work
to be done. quitted the store with a big pack-
age of the circulars under his arm.
Although he had struck no regular employ-
ment he was not as disappointed as he might
have been. There was a week’s work to do,
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and then the peddling to try, and that was
something.
‘*T knew it would be difficult to obtain an
opening,’’ said Mrs. Nelson, on hearing his
story. ‘‘Times are hard and you can be
thankful that you have even a little.’
‘‘T am thankful, mother,’’ replied Ralph.
‘‘In distributing the circulars you may be
able to hear of some opening,’’ she went on.
‘‘Although you must not waste Mr. Dun-
ham’s time in hunting it up.’’
‘“‘Tf I waste any time I will make it up to
him. I believe in working on the square, no
matter what I do,’’ rejoined Ralph, flatly.
‘*That is right, my son, treat every person
with whom you have dealings honestly, and
you are bound to succeed in life.’’
During the evening Ralph told his mother
of Percy Paget’s mishap at the dock. She
shook her head sadly.
‘‘He is a headstrong boy, and I am sorry
he comes so often in your path,’’ she said.
‘‘He will be more down on you now than
ever,’?
‘*T shall watch out for him,’’ returned
Ralph. ‘‘He shall not cause me more trou-
ble, if I can help it,’’
CHAPTER XVII.
A MIDNIGRT CRIME.
Mv,
it~ N the following morning, bright and
¢ 2) early, Ralph started out to distribute
Mr. Dunham’s circulars. He carried
“<4 the bulk of them in a canvas bag
over his shoulder and took his lunch with
him, in case he was not near home during
the noon-hour.
After leaving a circular at each of a dozen
cottages; he came to the stores.
‘*Hallo, in a new business, eh,’’? remarked
Uriah Dicks. as he placed one of the bills on
the latter’s front counter.
SN ees Sirs?
‘‘T guess that don’t pay muc¢h,”’ sniffed |
: garden truck down to the lake for shipment,
Uriah.
‘*It pays better than nothing,’’ laughed
Ralph.
‘*You might better have come here to work
for me.”’
‘*That is a matter of opinion, Mr. Dicks.’’
‘*No, it ban’t, it’s the truth,’’? grumbled
the store-keeper. ‘‘How long is that make-
shift job goin’ to last?’
‘*A week.”’
‘‘Exactly! an’ then you’ll be out again.’’
‘*Perhaps something else will turn up in
the meantime.’’
‘©'Tain’t likely. A jobin the store would be
more respectable than carting around sech
trash, which everybody sticks in the fire soon
as they get ’em.’’
The truth was that Uriah was hard pressed
for help, his son having gone away on a
business. trip to Chambersburgh and New
York. He had tried to get a boy in vain, all
of those in the village knowing his mean
ways too well to undertake to work for him.
‘*This is honest work and that’s enough for
me,’’ said Ralph. ‘‘lam not ashamed of it.’’
‘*Well, suit yourself. Only I won’t hold
my offer to you open long,’’ warned Uriah.
**Don’t hold it open at all, if you can get
any one else,’’ said Ralph, and fearing he
was wasting his employer’s time he hurried
off to the next place.
‘*Seems he don’t care for a steady place
nohow!’’ growled Uriah, sourly. ‘‘Some
boys don’t know what’s good for them!’’
Ralph visited all of the stores and even left
a number of the circulars in the post office,
tying them up on a string where the people
coming in for letters might tear one off. Mr.
Dunham had told him to do this and had
given hima special package for that pur-
pose.
While he was at work the clerk in the office,
Henry Bott, came out to see what he was
doing.
A little talk ensued regarding the circu-
lars. It appeared that Mr. Hooker did not
approve of circulars about the place.
‘*But you leave them there,’’ said Henry
Bott, ‘‘and I won’t take them down unless
he especially orders it.’’
Ralph was about to leave the post-office
when he brushed against a man who had just
come in. The man was Dock Brady.
The boy was about to say something about
meeting once more, but Brady gave him no
chance. As soon as he saw he was recognized
he turned on his heel and walked away again.
‘*He acts mighty queer,’? thought the boy.
‘‘What can make him wish to avoid me?’’
Ralph wondered if he would meet Percy on
the hill among the fashionable houses. But
bp saw nothing of the aristocratic bully, al-
though he even left a circular on the Pagets
front piazza.
By noon the boy had gone through the en-
tire town. Then, after taking lunch, he
started on foot for Hopeville, a mile away.
The road was uphill, leading directly from
the lake shore. But soon Ralph was over-
taken by aman ina farm wagon. It was
some one he knew fairly well and the man
asked him up on the seat.
“*Thank you, Mr. Gillup, I wouldn’t mind
riding, as it is warm,’’ said Ralph.
‘‘Going to Hopewell with them bills?’’
asked Mr, Gillup, a farmer.
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‘*Got into a new business since you left the
bridge.’’
‘‘Hor a time. , It won’t last long.’’
‘It’s a pity they took the bridge job from
Ct TD
you. I jest told Ben Hooker, the postmaster,
so.’?
‘‘They acted as they thought best, I pre-
sume,’’
‘*T understand Squire Paget was at the bot-
tom of it. He appears to be very much down
on you.’’
‘*Tt’s on account of his son Percy. He
wouldn’t do the right thing and we had a
row.”
‘‘Qan’t tell me nuthin’ about that boy!
Didn’t I catch him stealin’ my choicest pears
last summer? If he comes around my place
again I’]1 fill him full of shot, see if Idon’t!”’
‘*You had better not, Mr. Gillup! The
squire will have you arrested. He won’t let
any one do the first thing against Percy.’’
**T an’tafeared of him, Ralph. If he comes
around he’ll get the shot, sure pop. But I
an’t calkerlatin’ he’ll come, because I give
him warnin’, and he’s too precious scared of
his hide.’’
‘*‘T can’t understand how the squire can
put up with Percy’s ways,’’ said Ralph,
after a pause. ‘‘He seems to ride right over
his father.
‘*Squire Paget will rue it one of these
days,’’ returned Mr. Gillup, with a grave
shake of his head. ‘‘Boys as is allowed their
own way like that never amouut to much.”’
The conversation helped to pass the time,
and almost before they knew it Hopeville
was reached. Ralph thanked the farmer and
left the wagon.
After leaving a bill in every store and
house in the village, Ralph walked around to
the various summer boarding places, This
took time, and ere he had finished it was
dark.
‘‘There! I imagine that is one fair day’s
work done,’’ he said, at last, as he reached
his final handful of bills. ‘‘I’ve covered a
good many miles since I left home this morn-
ing.’’ ms
He was fortunate enough to catch a ride
back with a man who was carting a load of
and he entered the cottage just as the clock
was striking seven.
‘‘Done for the day, and glad of it, moth-
er!’ he cried.
‘“You are not used to tramping around,
Ralph,’’ she returned, as she kissed him.
‘“That’s afact. I don’t believe I would
make a very good tramp anyway,’’ he went
on.
‘‘T trust you are never reduced to that,’
she shuddered.
‘No, ’m going to be something better
than a tramp."
‘‘Where have you been?’’ asked Mrs. Nel-
son.
Sitting down, Ralph told the story of his
day’s work. Like the true mother she was,
Mrs. Nelson was thoroughly interested in all
he had to say.
‘*To-morrow J shall go to Silver Cove and
Rickson’s Corners,’’ he said. ‘‘And the day
after to the hotels up at the head of the
lake,”’
‘*T shouldn’t think it would pay Mr. Dun-
ham to advertise in this way.”’
‘TJ think it will. Up at Hopeville met a
gentleman who read the circular eagerly. He
said he had been hunting for a store where
he might buy some toys and games for his
children, and he is going to visit Mr. Dun-
ham’s place to-morrow. Half a dozen good
customers would pay for the bills and for the
distributing, too.’
‘‘If Mr. Dunham gets such an increase in
trade perhaps he will:give you a place in the
store,’’ suggested Mrs. Nelson.
‘¢That’s so. I’ll speak to him about it.’’
During the evening meal Ralph noticed
that his mother did not appear to be very
well, and presently he asked her about it.
‘‘] have a pain in my side, Ralph,’’ she
said, ‘‘But limagine it will get better by
morning.’’
The two retired early. Ralph, worn out by
his day’s travels, soon fell asleep.
lt was nearly two o’clock in the morning
when Mrs. Nelson called him.
‘*{t is too bad, Ralph,’’ she said. ‘‘But I
cannot stand it any longer.’’
‘‘What is it, mother, the pain in your
side?’’ he asked, springing up.
‘“Yes. It is growing worse, and I must
have something for it.’’
‘‘Shall 1 go for Doctor Foley?”’
‘*You may go to his house. Tell him whet
is the trouble, and ask him to give you a
plaster or some liniment for it.”?
‘‘T will. You are not afraid to stay alone
while I am gone?’’
‘*Oh, no, only hurry as fast as you can.”’
‘*T will,’’ replied Ralph, quickly.
In a few minutes he was in his clothes and
on the way. Doctor Foley lived on the other
side of the village, and the boy ran in the
direction as rapidly as he could.
Ralph had to pass the building in which
the post-office was located. He was within a
hundred feet of the place when suddenly a
muffled explosion reached his ears.
‘‘Hallo, what’s that?’’ he cried to himself,
and stopped short.
At first no sound followed the explosion.
Then came hasty footsteps and in the semi-
darkness of the early morning he saw two
men and a boy run from the post-office build-
ing and hurry in the direction of the lake.
It was too dark to distinguish more than
the forms of the persons and note that they
each carried asatchel. In a few seconds they
were out of sight.
NEWS.
‘‘Something is wrong,’’ thought Ralph.
‘‘What had I best do?”’
Half a minute later several men rushed
out on the street and toward the post-office
building. Ralph mingled with the crowd. It
was not long before the truth of the matter
was revealed. The post-office safe had been
blown open and robbed.
(TO BE CONTINUED.)
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{This Story wlil not be Published in Book-Form.]
BOATS, BATS AND BICYCLES:
Nimble Jerry’s Pluck and Luck.
—_ +
The Haps and Mishaps of a Young Athlete,
emceerentanipiantinnee
BY ERNEST A. YOUNG,
Author of ‘‘Blue and White Sam,’’ etc.
(*Boats, BATS AND BICYCLES’’ was commenced
in No. 273. Back numbers can be obtained of all
News Agents.)
CHAPTER XXV.
SPRAY TIN BOS
?
DON’T see why he don’t come!’’ said
Anthony Graham, for about the twen-
tieth time, as the appointed hour for
‘S> the ball game approached.
The young leader of the Quakers was
pacing. to and fro uneasily in front of his
tet.
Joe Wilson was lounging upon the ground
near him.
‘¢‘Hrom my experience with that fellow,’’
said Joo, ‘‘he’s as well able to take care of
himself as anybody I know. I’d rather
wrestle with a prairie cyclone than to tackle
him again.’’
‘*T noticed that you went down as if some-
thing had hit you,’’ laughed Graham. ‘‘But
theu I think it did you a good deal of good,
Joe. It knocked oceans of conceit out of
you, and for a while I was afraid your head
was getting too big.”’
‘“‘Tt had begun to swell a little,’’ said Joe.
‘*But it all went down after I found that I
was no longer king of the roost. That Nim-
ble Jerry is a rousing good fellow however
you may fix it!”
‘‘You’ve got it right this time. But,
really, now, what do you suppose the reason
is that he don’t come? You know just as
well as [ that he wouldn’t back out just be-
cause I gave him a hard part in the game to
play. If he didn’t want to pitch a ball, ‘he
would come out flat-footed and say so.”’
‘‘There must be something out of the way,
sure. Why don’t you go and see if you can
hunt bim up?’’
‘“‘There isn’t much time now., The game
will be on in an hour, and what are we go-
ing to do for a battery?’’ ,
‘‘Take me,’’ drawled Joe.
‘*Yes, take you—set you to doing the very
thing of all others that you can’t do. If I
wanted you to throw a hammer, or swing a
dumb-bell, you’d make a record every time;
but you never could pitch anything so light
as a base-ball.”’
‘*Don’t see as I can help you any then.”’
Anthony Graham took a few more turns
before his tent, and then said, abruptly:
‘‘I’m going to see if I can find Nimble
Jerry. If I don’t get back in time for the
game, and you fellows can make up a njne
without me, go abead. If you can’t, let the
game fall through. If Jerry can’t be on
hand to play his part, I don’t care much
about it, anyway.’’
(Graham mounted his wheel, and ten min-
utes later presented himself at the tent of
Mortimer Thornton.
He was confronted by a Herkimer guard.
‘‘Mr. Thornton went away an hour ago,”’
said’ the guard, with his squint.
‘‘Coming right back, isn’t he?’’ i
‘‘He didn't say. He goes and comes when
he pleases, and we don’t find: it healthy to
try to stop him.’’
‘‘T was looking for Nimble Jerry. Have
you seen him to-day?”’
‘‘He was here this morning, so I heard
somebody say. It was pretty early; he just
came up to Thornton’s tent and went away.
That’s all I know about it.’’
‘‘How about the ball game? Thornton, I
suppose, will take no active part, but he
generally likes to be around when anything
of the sort is going on.’?
‘tT believe we’re all ready for it. But
somebody was saying that we were short of
a pitcher. You know we always depend on
Jenks, and he got atumble yesterday and
hurt his wrist, But I didn’t know but our
fellows would arrange with yours to help us
out in that line.’’
Graham laughed. i
‘‘We’re in the same fix you are. If Wil-
liams had only come from Philadelphia, we
should have been all right, because he could
have supplied the place. And I might as
well say that we are.depending upon Jerry
Sharpe.’’
‘‘Depending upon that young tramp to
pitch for you !’’’exclaimed the guard, squint-
ing harder than ever.
‘*He promised to do his part, and from
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what I have seen of him, I don’t believe he
would undertake anything he couldn’t carry
through. Now he’s turned up missing, and I
think it’s kind of queer. Quite likely he has
gone to his—but never mind.”’
With this rather abrupt conclusion, An-
thony Graham hurriedly left the grounds,
while the Herkimer guard squinted after
him in a puzzled way.
Anthony Graham went down to the lake
shore to see if Jerry or his knight-errant
were on the water. But they were not to be
seen, although there were plenty of craft
upon the lake.
The promise of rain in the morning had
not been fulfilled.
A brisk breeze was blowing, and Anthony
was surprised to see Mortimer Thornton’s
sail-boat flying like a bird across the rippled
surface. There were one or two other sail-
boats—or, more properly speaking, small
boats with sails hoisted—tacking hither and
thither.
But the canoe of Nimble Jerry was not to
be seen, nor was there any sign of Willis
Terril in his grotesque attire.
Anthony Graham had never been to
Jerry’s den, although he had a promise from
our hero of being initiated into its mysteries.
Graham began to be actually alarmed.
He was on the point of hailing one of the°
boats which was nearest the shore, when a
tall, lank figure came up to his side, anda
strongly nasal voice asked:
‘*Looking for that ’ere jumping-jack who
calls himself Nimble Jerry?”’
The speaker was Phineas Pike. Despite
the words which he had spoken, and the
half-humorous draw] with which they had
been uttered, the face of the young country-
man wore a decidedly serious expression.
‘“Yes, I was looking for Nimble Jerry.’’
‘‘Well, so was I. Something has gone
wrong. J’ll be skunked if I know what.
And that young bedlamite that’s with him,
too. Both gone. I’ve been hunting high
and low for them the last hour and a half!”’
‘*Did you know anything about the place
he calls his den?’’
‘*Guness I do. He took me inside of it, and
he give me all the stuff I could eat, and it
takes something more than a rose leaf and
a drop of dew to fill me up when I’m
hungry.’’
‘*Have you looked in his den for him to-
day?’’
‘*Yes.’ Crawled in there and bumped my
head again. Only just pulled the plaster off
where I bumped it t’other day, and now
I’ve got another place to eae up}?
And Phineas Pike ruefully rubbed the sore
spot which he carried as a memento’ of his
last visit to Jerry’s den.
‘‘And there were no signs of either of
them there?’’
‘*T didn’t have any light, except a couple
of matches in my pocket, and one of them
‘plaguey things wouldn’t go. I struck t’other
one, and drew in all the brimstone. Barely
got a glimpse of the place before it went
out, and it looked to me as if there had been
a general tear-up there!’’
“Do you mean that it looked as if there
had been a struggle???’ Anthony Graham
eagerly asked.
“That’s what I thought. As I said, I
didn’t have time to look ’round much, but
things were flung ’round hit-or-miss, and _ it
didn’t look much as it did when I was there
before.”’
‘If you’ve just been there alone, then
you can go again?’’ Graham asked.
‘‘Guess I could try. I come over in my
boat. Pesky thing leaks so it’s more work to
bail it out than to row it. But as we don’t
have to go a great ways on the water, you
can bail while] row. Maybe it won’t get
more’n half-full before we get there.’’
With this remark Phineas Pike led the
way to a little indentation in the shore where
he had left his boat.
The craft had certainly seen its best days.
Although neglect is worse for a boat than
constant use, this one seemed to have
suffered from both, s
The most prominent furniture of the craft
consisted of two old tin dippers, which
leaked nearly as bad as the boat itself.
Yet by constant alertness and activity,
Anthony Graham succeeded in keeping the
boat above water, while they paddled along
by the shore to Nimble Jerry’s landing.
During the trip Anthony Graham kept
silent. He was so closely engaged bailing
that he had not much time to talk had he
felt inclined to do so. At the same time he
was intensely anxious on Nimble Jerry’s
account.
From what had occurred during the last
few days, it was plain that the persecutions
of the young vagabond were something more
than mere boy’s sport.
There could hardly be a shadow of a doubt
but the young athlete had rich and powerful
enemies who would leave no scheme for get-.
ting rid of him untried. And if the result
could be brought about by the means of
what would seem like an accident, resulting
from the young fellow’s own recklessness,
or through the recklessness of other boys in
their sports, so much the better for them,
During the season of summer sports, many
young lives are sacrificed on lakes and
rivers, and such mishaps are attributed to
youthful heedlessness, and further inquiry
into their causes is seldom made. E
lf Nimble Jerry were completely to dis-
of
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appear, it would be difficult to arouse the
local authorities to make anything like an
active investigation.
Pike and Graham entered Jerry’s den by
the usual means.
Anthony had matches, and by their light
they succeeded in finding the lamp They
then made amore thorough search of the
den.
There had certainly been a struggle there,
and a desperate one at that. This was not
all. The tin box, in which Jerry kept his
papers, had been broken open and the papers
were gone.
CHAPTER XXVI.
WHAT HAPPENED TO JERRY.
E will no longer keep the reader in
Nimble Jerry.
~Ct/
taken wholly by surprise in that sudden and
fierce attack.
For the moment he was so completely at a
disadvantage that it looked as if he would |
be able to make no resistance at all.
But he did not receive the name of Nimble
Jerry without having earned it.
strong and wiry; but better than both of
these, he possessed that peculiar nimbleness
of joints and muscles which belong to some
animals, but to very few human beings in’!
so large a degree.
The band upon his throat was a strong
one, and the clutch was merciless.
‘*He’ll choke me to death if I let» him,’’
was Jerry’s swift thought. And the realiza-
tion made him summon every power at his
command.
One of his arms was bent under him; the
other, his assailant attempted to hold. But
Jerry squirmed and writhed in half a dozen
different directions all at the same time,
and both his arms were free. He reached
upward and clutched at the’ face bending |
over him. He found it covered with whis-
kers, and in these he entwined his fingers,
and began to pull and twist for all he was
worth.
At the same time his knees and feet got in
some work on their own account, and his
assailant was heard to gasp and groan with
pain. The first result was that the
clutched the boy’s throat more tightly, as
if he were determined to make an end
him.
man’s grip loosened, that he might have the
hand free to defend his face from Jerry’s
furious attack. This gave Jerry the desired
opportunity.
He suddeuly rolled over, planting his knee
in the chest of his assailant as he did so.
For the moment Jerry was free. He got
upon his feet, and sprang to the rear part
of his den, and groped for one of his guns.
He found one, although it was not in its
usual place, and the wrapping had_ been re-
moved. Heknew by this that his unseen
assailant had been in the den for some time,
and probably rummaged among his effects.
This discovery did not add to Jerry’s ease
of mind, and having possessed himself of
the weapon, he turned fiercely upon his
enemy. s
He met the ruffian more quickly than he
had expected. At the same time, the man
met something else more quickly than he
expected—that was the roof of Jerry’s den.
Jerry heard the thump and the fierce
ejaculation that followed it, and at the same
time he rushed forward, swinging bis gun
like a club as he did so.
It was blind work striking at a foe in the
dark.
The clubbed gun bit the man, but upon
the shoulder instead of upon the bead. The
only result was to tell where the boy was,
and to renew the combat at close quarters.
Nimble Jerry had done well in slipping
out of the grasp of his powerful assailant.
But he had acted foolishly in trying to push
the war further, when it might have been
possible for him to have crawled out of the
den in the darkness unobserved.
Being so thoroughly familiar with the
passage, he undoubtedly could have slipped
forth before the other suspected what he
was doing.
Now the chance was lost.
The man seized the gun barrel, and
twisted it out of Jerry’s hands. The youth
dropped upon his knees in time to elude the
blow which was aimed at his head.
Then he sprang toward the passage, nearly
reached it, y
something whirred above’ his head, and he
sank down under a stunning blow.
Once more all ‘was a blank to Jerry’s
miridgand the lapse of half an hour was to
his consciousness as that of but a moment.
When he recovered his senses he found
himself lying upon the floor of what seemed
to be a rude shanty in the woods.
His hands were bound, but his feet were
free. His first sensations were of pains in
his head, and he felt asif that important
part of his anatomy was abot double its
usual size.
He seemed to be alone. No sounds of any
kind, save the twitter of birds outside, came
to his ears.
suspense concerning the fate of |
It is needless to say that he was
He was |
imy head so badly that I should wake up |
ruffian |
of |
And then, in his own desperation, the |
ut before he had fairly done so |
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He then went to the door, and found that
it was provided. with a lock—or rather, he
could see through a small crevice that there
were a staple and padlock on the outside,
and he assumed that the door was made
secure by them,
‘I seem to be pretty safe just now,’’
Jerry commented.
He went to the window and looked out.
All he could see was a dense tangle of small
trees. The hut seemed to stand ina lot
which had been cleared of a larger growth
years before, and had _ been allowed to run
up to brush.
Jerry’s next move was to try to free his
hands.
He did not find it an easy thing to do, but
as they were not bound behind his back, he
was able to get at the rope with his teeth,
and it did not take a great while to loosen
it in that way.
| ‘It seems tomeas if that fellow took a
good deal of trouble to put me in here, and
not quite trouble enough to be sure of keep-
ing me here,’’ muttered Jerry.
‘‘If he thought I’d stay here on my back
and never wiggle after I got my wits back,
|then he missed his guess. Why didn’t he
|make a sure thing of keeping me while he
was about it? Did he think he had broke
foolish???’
The but was about as bare of furniture as
it well could have been,
chair without any back, and only three legs.
That was all.
| As for art upon the walls, there were two
|or three ridiculous drawings in charcoal,
| with the name of the artist scrawled under-
neath. And this probably explained why
| the hut had been built.
of some charcoal burners
around it was cleared.
With his hands free, Jerry tried the door,
and, as he had expected, found it securely
| locked.
Without more ado, he picked up the
| broken chair, and broke out the panes of
| glass, and with them the sash. The window
| was too small to have admitted the body of
la good-sized man, but Jerry felt sure that
| he could crawl through.
: A ‘quick spring and his head and shoulders
| were out.
But he withdrew them as-suddenly as he
thrust them out, for he had been greeted
with a fierce canine snarl, and the brute
made a vicious leap, and snapped his jaws
uncomfortable close to Jerry’s face.
| ‘*That’s why, is it?’’ he exclaimed.
Jerry mounted upon the chair, and peered
out more carefully through the opening. He
|saw the dog crouching directly underneath,
with his blunt muzzle and red eyes turned
| malignantly upward as if he were anticipat-
ing a feast off of Jerry.
The brute was of the bull-dog breed, ap-
when the land
.
| parently crossed with some other that was |
| more ugly still. He seemed to be the sort of |
| dog that would relish eating a young athlete
\like Nimble Jerry for breakfast every
| day.
‘tT guess that chap will have some fun
with me before we get through!’ Jerry
j muttered. ‘‘And the sooner the fun begins
the quicker we’ll find out which will get the
| best end of it.’
| Jerry alighted from his perch, and. speed-
|ily demolished the chair. The latter was a
| heavy wood-seat, and when it had been dis-
membered, each of its three legs made a
|formidable club, while the seat was a
heavier one yet.
Jerry also felt for his pocket-knife, and
found it safe. This was of the kind which
boys calla ‘‘toad-sticker.’’ If any one of my
readers doesn’t know what kird of a knife
that is, he should ask some other boy.
‘‘Now,’’ said Jerry, ‘‘boy and bull-dog
both begin with ‘b,’ and pretty soon they’re
going to get mixed up.’’
Jerry did not wait for any ceremony, but
climbing up to the window with the wooden
seat of the chair, he flung it at the beast
with all his strength.
He had the three improvised clubs under
his arms, and as the dog leaped aside with a
yelp, Jerry plunged out through the open-
ing with a war-whoop which was too much
even tor the nerves of the bull-dog.
The animal jumped away, although he had
been but slightly hit by the chair seat. Yet
he had, by no means, givenyup the battle at
that stage. Jerry landed upon all fours; the
dog leaped for him with an angry bark—
and for the space of about one full minute,
boy and dog were so completely mixed yp
that it would have been hard to say which
of the two was likely to get the better of it.
Jerry laid about him with a club in each
hand when the animal first ran toward bim,
and so got in one or two good hits which
| would have ended the struggle with a less
tenacious brute.
But the blows only served to stimulate
the dog to renewed effort. And then Jerry
found that his clubs were not heavy enough
to make a sure thing of it.
He then managed to get out his knife with
one hand while he was clubbing his assailant
| with the other, open a single large blade
| with his teeth—then began to cut,
In -this work the bull-dog was ahead.
There was a single }
It had been a lodge |
At the same moment, Jerry heard the low
shout from a human voice.
CHAPTER XXVII.
WILLIS
=—SORTUNATELY the dog did not suc-
ceed in getting a good hold upon
‘Aic\} Nimble Jerry, thanks to the sharp
“© clubbing which he had received across
the muzzle.
Jerry’s knife cut viciously at the animal’s
throat, and the brute rolled over upon the
ground, snarling with pain.
[t was then that the shout
ears of Jerry.
There was nothing more to fear
dog, but our hero found the ruffian, with
whom he had already had several encoun-
ters, rushing toward him out of the woods.
This was not all. The man had a revolver
in his hand, and the weapon was aimed at
Jerry.
‘‘Stand where you are, or I shoot!’’
The command came savagely, and the
ruffian looked as if he were in a mood to
carry out the threat:
Jerry had never before been ordered to do
anything under such penalty as that. He
was not lacking in nerve, as has been proven
already, but when you have a pistol pointed
at you, and know that the holder of it
means business, you feel differently from
one who simply reads about it.
And yet, after just a: momentary hesita-
tion, Jerry took the risk. He did not stop to
argue the matter, but immediately plunged
headlong into the dense growing bushes,
which were on every side.
He heard the crack of the pistol, and felt
| a queer sensation go up and down his spine.
| But it was not the bullet that caused the
| sensation, for the weapon had really been
fired, in the air.
The next moment Jerry was out of sight
|of his pursuer, and was plunging through
| the trackless thicket.
| Jerry did not remember ever having seen
AND THE CONSTABLE.
“ame to the
|
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i
‘*T don’t know how I should know any-
thing about you, anyway,’’ was Jerry’s
retort.
“The guilty generally know before they
are accused. And the more surely they
know the more prompt they are in pretend-
ing ignorance. But if you wish, I will read
this warrant for the arrest of Jeremiah
Sharpe, otherwise known by the vulgar title
| of Nimble Jerry. I suppose you want all the
details. You will wish to know the charge
against you?”’
**Maybe it’s because I pulled your daugh-
ter out of the water yesterday! That’s the
kind of thanks I generally get for doing my
duty—the sort of thanks any fellow gets, if
; | he doesn’t happen to have any friends and
from the
wears poor clothes!’’
Jerry spoke almost bitterly.
Constable Linden was seen to bite his lip,
and for the moment he felt worse than
Thornton did when he got Jerry’s fist be-
tween his eyes. He hemmed and hawed for
a minute, but did not say anything. He let
one hand fall lightly upon Jerry’s shoulder,
but the boy flung it off, as he would have
done if it had been a toad.
**Oh, it’s all right,’’ said Jerry. ‘‘I don’t
pull anybody out of the water because I
want their folks to pay me for it, or do me
any favor in return. That isn’t what I ask.
All I want is to be used just as well as you
use any other fellow that couldn’t have done
it had he tried.’’
‘*Really, my boy,’’ said Constable Linden,
‘*you don’t seem to understand—you see it’s
a matter of sentiment and duty, one opposed
to the other. I feel very grateful to you for
your courageous action——’’
**Oh, don’t mention it—it’s too late now,
if it’s the first time you have thought of it.’’
‘*It is not the first time I have thought of
itmy young friend. As soon as my daughter
informed me of the event, and I was at the
same time made aware that it was you who
was prowling about my house last night,
and against whom my boarder brought his
| grave charge, | was very much pained in-
| deed.
|this hut before. Ashe had explored the |
|shores of the lake quite thoroughly upon
nearly every side in his ramblings, he was
at a loss to locate the spot.
To his surprise, he did not hear any
sounds of the nursuit after he had left his
enemy out of sight.
He kept running, however, in as nearly a
straight line as he could keep, until he felt
certain that there was not any danger of his
| enemy attempting to overtake him.
Then he stopped to get his bearings.
The sun was sinking to the west. This was
|something to go by, but as Jerry had not
|the slightest idea as to which direction to
take to reach his den, he must still keep on
for a time hap-bazard.
He proceeded thus for fully half an hour,
and then he caught sight of a clearing
straight ahead.
The opening was a spacious one, and right
close at hand was a tent, while in the door-
way of the tent stood Mr. Mortimer Thorn-
ton ! ,
Jerry could not have been very much
more surprised had he discovered at that
moment that he had been transported to the
planet Mars. His impression had been that
he had been carried to the opposite side of
| the lake, and that he would have at least
several hours of hard tramping before he
could even reach the vicinity of his ren-
dezvous. Y
Jerry saw Thornton, and Thornton saw
Jerry about the same instant. Thornton
manifested no surprise; instead, he seemed
to be pleased, for he smiled and motioned
for Jerry to approach.
But however genial Mortimer Thornton
might have been, Jerry’s mood was a very
different one. The first sight of his enemy
brought to him the thought of all that he
had suffered at the hands of the ruffian, of
| all the insults and indignities for which this
sleek, young fellow was responsible, and the
‘“‘ugly streak’’ in him was aroused.
The consequence was, that Nimble Jerry
approached Mortimer Thornton with a ven-
geance. He walked straight up to him, and
uttered just two words:
‘*Look out !’’
And at almost the same moment he hit
Mortimer Thornton between the eyes with a
force that sent him headlong into his tent!
A Herkimer guard stood within easy
reach. But be was too much astounded by
the suddenness of the demonstration to inter-
fere.
Thornton was upon his feet in an instant.
There was a smile upon his face which was
more ugly than a frown could possibly have
been. And he made a gesture toward a man
who had been sitting upon a rattan couch,
The man was stout and important-looking,
and he held a folded paper in his hand.
Considering his size and dignity, he
reached the door of the tent with a great
deal of celerity. And Jerry found himself
face to face with Constable Linden.
With much display of dignity and de-
liberation, the officer showed his warrant
and began to speak. He felt so perfectly
sure of taking his prisoner that he wished to
make the most of a chance to show off the
Jerry got upon his feet, and went to the ' Jerry felt his teeth in his ankles regardless; niajesty of the law as represented by him-
single small window which consisted of one
small sash of four narrow panes set into the
wa . ,
of the clubbing.
And it was then that the big jack-knife
got in its work.
ic
| self.
| ‘I presume you know, young man,’’ he
said, ‘‘what business I have with you?’’
/
At first I absolutely declined to take
out a warrant for your arrest. But my sense
| of duty triumphed.”’
‘Oh, you’re great on duty, you are,’’
said Jerry. ‘‘You ought to go to New York
and get on tothe police force. They’d put
you in as superintendent within a month for
| being so self-sacrificing. But you needn’t
| have any tender feelings about me.
You’d
| better put me right in irons, soas to make
|}am want to be kept in a ca
sure I don’t kill anybody! Such thugs as I
ge!’’
Jerry was in the right mood to be inso-
lent. He had been subjected to rough usage,
and fought against human and brute forces, _
had : taken a long tramp through the tangle ©
of dense undergrowth—and in addition to
all, he was bungry, and that alone would
have rendered his temper none too sweet.
For several days he had held an almost
constant fight against his enemies, in both
their secret and open attempts upon bis life.
And this last blow seemed to be the last
straw.
Before this he had been inclined to take
his misfortunes lightly. But now he felt like
fighting every inch of the way.
‘‘This is no time for argument, young
man,’’ said the officer.
He had returned the warrant to his
pocket, since all the zest of reading it was
gone.
= Indeed, the anticipated enjoyment of ex-
ercising his authority had not yet been ful-
filled. Constable Linden suddenly felt as if
he were doing a very ill turn in return for
a good one.
In spite of him, the mental vision of his
daughter struggling in the lake, and this
sturdy young fellow jumping in after her
kept coming up between him and his sense
of duty.
While he wasthus hesitating momentarily,
Constable Linden saw the Herkimer guard
in front of the tent exchanging signals with
some one beyond. At the same instant Jerry
saw several figures moving hurriedly toward.
the tent.
He recognized them as Anthony Graham,
Phineas Pike and Willis Terril. The latter
was moving at a more dignified rate than
his companions, and was, therefore, several
paces in the rear.
Jerry sprang back from the tent entrance.,
The constable, thinking he was going to
flee, leaped forward to seize him. But the
same moment, Graham and Pike reached
the spot.
‘‘What’s the matter here?’’? Graham de-
manded.
‘‘T must simply do my duty,’’ said Lin-
den. ‘‘But I really think the young man
will receive a very light penalty, even if his
case is allowefi to come totrial. But asa
simple matter of duty——’’
Jerry jerked his arm from the officer’s
grasp under a sudden impulse to escape. ,He
started to run, and the constable leaped
furiously after him.
3ut at that moment, Mr. Linden found
himself suddenly grasped by the hands of
Willis Terri], and lifted from his feet!
(TO BE CONTINUED.)
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Sunday-School Superintendent—‘‘I am
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rather spend their pocket money for ginger
beer than give it to the good missionaries to
convert the poor heathen. Now, you
wouldn’t do that, would you, Johnny?”’
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beer.’’
‘*’Cause I like ice cream a lot better.’’
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THE FIGHTING LADS OF
OR,
The Mystery of Giles Montford and Sydney
A TALE OF
Rookwood.
THE GREAT SPANISH ARMADA.
BY ALFRED ARMITAGE,
Author of * With Crusader and Saracen,’ “In the
(“THe FIGHTING LADS OF DEVDN”’
News Agents.) sepa
CHAPTER X.
IN WHICH GILES COMES TO HIS SENSES
AMID STRANGE SURROUNDINGS.
KPRHAT the Spaniards had come to
2 avenge their slain comrades Giles did
not for an instant doubt, especially
as he recognized Francisco De Rica
in the party. Believing his life to be at
stake he ran back to the far end of the
room, hot-pressed by his
was commenced in No. 278.
Days of the Gladiators,” ud “ Loyal to Napoleon.”’
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A climb down a steep and rocky cliff came
inext; then a hurried embarkation in two
boats, anda perilous dash through waves
{and surf. Giles sat on a stern seat between
| two of his captors, listening to the quick
|rattle of the oars, and the boom of the
|} breakers on the rapidly receding coast of
| dear old England.
Suddenly, there was a loud
|emptory hail from the left, and as the
| Spaniards stopped rowing for an instant,
| with muttered words of alarm, the dip and
| splash of other oars were plainly heard. In
|stantly a volley of pistol-shots was fired
| from the strange craft, and the balls whis-
Above the sounds of con-
| fusion and alarm De Rica’s voice shouted a
and _per-
‘‘The cut-throat dragoons are | fierce command to pull hard.
Giles was trembling from head to foot,
comrade Armijo’s skill in writing English, ) and his heart was beating with the excite-
|
i
a sunrise can scarcely see them back
again.’’
; on this accursed
| Protestant soil,’? De Rica’s voice replied.
‘*Give me the open sea for an easy mind.
Ah! here we are. Now mount in haste.’’
The party halted, and Giles heard the
restless trampling of horses close at hand
‘*‘We are never safe
ment of sudden hope. He knew that friends
were hear, and that he stood a chance of
being rescued. By a hard effort of his tongue
he spat the gag from his mouth, and uttered
| a shrill cry for help.
| Instantly, there was a savage order from
| De Rica, an oath from one of the Spaniards
| next the lad, and then Giles felt a stunning
yursuers, and snatched 4
aS a low oaken stool. ell
Then heswung around | BR
with a shout of defiance, | j
and at the first blow, |
delivered with all the
strength of both arms,
the foremost soldier
went down with a
broken skull. The re- |
maining four did not )
draw their swords, no}
did they give the lada
chance to swing the stool
a second time. They
leaped upon him at once,
cursing and threaten
ing.
There was a_ lively
scene of hitting and
sprawling that made the
beams of the stout old
floor quiver. Giles
fought with desperate
valor, and his clinched
fists dealt more than one
staggering blow. Even
when he was brought to
his knees by a stroke
behind the ear he strug-
gled on with sullen fury
breaking hold after
hold, and hitting out
with hands and feet. |
But the arrival of }
three more Spaniards |
quickly ended the un
aqual combat. Giles was
brutally overpowered,
and stunned by a rain
of blows. While in this
half-conscious state his
ankles and wrists were
securely bound, a gag
was thrust between his
teeth, and a folded ker-
chief was tied over his
eyes.
All was quiet below,
and after a whispered
consultation three of the
ruffians picked up the
prisoner and carried him
down stairs. The lad’s
brain was active, and
he wondered for what
fate his captors were re
serving him.
As he was taken
through the hall he
heard an exclamation of
horror from Hereward
Tomewell, and a fright
ened gasp or two from
the servants, who had
evidently been captured
and brought into the
house. Gee eS Se ee
ne
‘rier
it, of
cir-
em-
| the
/ muttered to himself.
‘planks nailed and lashed together.
_ Was utter
Goonp
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FOR HIS HONOR’S SAKE:
OR,
The Richest Boy Detective in New York.
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BY WALDEN F. SHARP.
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CHAPTER XXXIII.
ANDREW’S EXPERIENCE ON THE OCEAN.
2
O suddenly did the stirring event occur
that for the instant after Andrew was
hurled overboard he hardly knew what
had taken place.
Lee had tied the cloth over his head tight-
ly, and as he went down into the cold waters
he tried in vain to remove the bandage.
But Andrew was quick to act, despite the |
rude shock he had received. Hardly had he
gone down ten feet than he bethought him-
self to rise to the surface.
Our hero was an excellent swimmer, and
he easily made the necessary movements to
bring him up. Then sustaining himself with
one hand, he set to work to free bis mouth
and eyes with the other.
This accomplished, he gazed about him
eagerly. There was little to encourage him.
Tho Hornet was forging ahead well out of
call. Her lights twinkled over the waves as
if in mockery at his fate. He cried out,
but it was of no avail. In five minutes she
had disappeared altogether, and he was left
utterly alone.
Andrew realized that if he would keep him-
self afloat, he must dispense with some of
the wearing apparel that was weighing him
down. Accordingly, he divested himself of
his coat and vest and succeeded in kicking
off his shoes.
This accomplished, he found it much easier
to keep afloat, and pulling around with
broad, easy strokes, looked about for some
means of rescuing himself from a watery
grave. ,
The situation was enough to appall the
stoutest heart. On every side was water as
far as the eye could reach in the darkness,
‘The villain meant to let me drown!’’ he
‘‘He must-be another
tool of Barnaby Walthrop.’’
But now was no time in which to specu-
late concerning the second mate’s dealings
with his guardian. He must save his life or
lose it.
For half an hour Andrew kept himself
afloat with comparative ease, allowing him-
self to rise and fall on the long swells of the
ocean. Then he began to grow weak.
How much longer could he hold out? It
wasa momentous question. Were he to cease
moving his arms he would go down, perhaps
never to rise again.
‘‘If I only knew in what direction to strike
out,’’ was his thought. ‘‘But if I move in
one direction, I may be going straight away
trom land.’’ ‘ ;
He kept his eyes on the alert for the lights
of some passing vessel. But all about him re-
mained dark and silent. Overhead only a
few faint stars peeped forth from several
heavy banks of clouds.
Ah, what was that? To his left loomed up
a dark object ten or twelve feet long and sev-
eral feet broad. Was it a fish or——’’
A bit of wreckage! Several boards and
How
eagerly he grasped one end of the natural
raft and hauled himself on top!
‘“This is luck, truly!’’ he said to himself,
as he sank down to regain his breath. He
was so weak that for fear of rolling off into
the water, he took the floating end of a rope
and tied himself fast to the center of the
raft.
It was cold and Andrew shivered and
wished he had back his coat and vest. But
he was thankful he had no longer to depend
only on his arms to keep afloat. :
Hour after hour dragged by until in the
east our hero saw that daybreak was at
hand. ;
At last the sun came up over the rim of
_ the ocean, throwing a broad band of gold
_ across the sparkling waters.
Andrew stood up and shaded his eyes.
Oh, for a sail to appear, or the black smoke
from some coast-going steamer. —
But guly the waves greeted his eyes. He
y alone.
By ten o’clock the sun was well overhead
and Andrew found his clothes drying rapid-
ly. By twelve he was dry, both inside and
out. An hour later and he would have given
five dollars for a single drink of cold water.
It now looked as if he would die of thirst.
Unable to stand the heat on his head, he
tore apart his dress shirt and wetting part of
it, tied it over his head. Then he lay down
Nn such a manner that one of the boards
‘Which stuck up partly shaded him.
The afternoon wore away slowly. By four
9’clock the heat began to affect bis head and
® found himself in a wild kind of a dream.
© fancied Barnaby Walthrop was standing
‘Over him, pouring boiling hot water over
. him, and then—— <
The raft came toasudden halt. It had
struck some obstruction and keeled over,
sending Andrew rolling as far as the rope
which held him would permit.
A second later and the raft went
way. But the shock aroused our hero.
looked around.
Directly ahead was a small island covered
with brush and a dozen trees. The raft had
struck on a reef and slid over it.
With ashout of joy, Andrew slid over-
board. As he thought, the water was scarce-
ly three feet deep. He waded ashore, pull-
ing the raft after him.
On reaching land, our hero’s first search
was for water. Under some brush he found a
pool among a number of rocks. The water
was stale and warm, but never had a drink
seemed so refreshing.
Night was coming on, and after making
sure that the little island was not inhabited,
on its
He
Andrew set to work to find something to eat |
and a place to sleep.
Some oysters lying close in shore and a
handful of berries satisfied Andrew for the
time being. By the time he had found them
it was dark. A low tree with numerous
branches struck his fancy and into this he
climbed and went to rest in a secure hollow.
It was early morning when our hero de-
ane the tree. He smiled grimly to him-
self.
‘‘] must be a Robinson Crusoe,’’ he mur-
mured. ‘‘But I don’t care for this sort of
thing and—hallo!’’
He stopped short. There not tivo hundred
feet away, was a small sloop, lying ina cove,
Three boys, or rather, young men, were
beside the sloop. They had built a fire, and
one of them was in the act of preparing
breakfast. :
They stared at Andrew as if he was a
ghost.
‘‘Who are you?’’ asked the leader of the
party.
‘*A shipwrecked New York boy,’’ replied
our hero, with a faint smile. ‘‘And most
awfully glad to see you.”’
‘‘We are New York boys, too,’’? was the
reply ot the boy by the fire.
‘‘Out for a pleasure cruise?’’
oN Gai
‘*] am glad I ran across you.’’
‘‘So are we—if we can be of service to
you,’’ put in the boy who had not previous-
ly spoken.
Andrew was invited to join the trio in
breakfast and of course he readily accepted.
The three boys were Oscar and Bart Roll
and Charley Bailey. During the conversation
Andrew learned that the latter was a friend
to Edgar Cress, the son of the stationer
whom our bero had assisted financially.
The three boys bad been away from the
metropolis for nearly six weeks. They were
now bound for a trip among the various
islands which they said were scattered in the
vicinity.
They listened to Andrew’s story with
great interest. After he had finished they
held a consultation.
‘‘T’d just as lief,’’? said Charley Bailey.
‘*T agree,’’? said Oscar Roll.
‘So do I,’’ added his brother.
‘Then that séttles it,’’ said Charley Bai-
ley. ‘‘ Andrew, we have decided to return at
once. We’ll set sail for St. Augustine this
very morning.’’
‘*But that will spoil your pleasure trip,’’
replied our hero, although he was greatly
delighted.
‘+No, it won’t. I’m rather tired of it down
hore anyway,’’ said Charley.
‘‘And I would just as lief put in a week
along the Florida coast,’’ remarked Oscar.
‘¢Well, I'll promise you that you shall lose
nothing by doing me this good turn,’’ was
all Andrew could say.
There was baked fish and potatoes and
coffee for breakfast, and Andrew was not
slow in making away with a large portion of
the food. :
The boys had arrived an hour before in
search of water. In the center of the island
a spring was found and here two medium-
sized water casks were filled. As soon as the
casks were rolled on board of the sloop, the
sails were hoisted and off they went with
the bow headed north-west by north.
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CHAPTER XXXIV.
ANDREW ADOPTS A NEW PLAN,
HE Midget was as neat and swift a
sloop as had ever been turned out of a
ship-yard, and had Andrew been less
worried in mind he would have en-
joyed the trip on the craft exceedingly. Even
as it was the charm of cutting through the
long swells with every sail set was delight-
ful, and he was half sorry when Oscar an-
nounced that the coast of Floride would soon
appear and another ten or twelve hours
would see them in St. Augustine harbor.
Andrew found the three boys such fine,
manly fellows, that he willingly took them
into his confidence, and many a long talk did
the four have concerning Barnaby Walthrop
and his various tools.
‘‘Y imagine you will have your hands full
trying to best him,’’ said Oscar. ‘‘If it was
me, | would lay the whole case before the
courts and put regular detectives on his
track.”’ Sic
‘‘No, I have made up my mind to work
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out the case myself, and I’ll do it,’’ replied
Andrew.
‘* But look what a risk you run. They may
yet take your life,’’ put in Charley.
‘*T shall be even more careful than _ be-
fore,’’ said Andrew, slowly. ‘‘I am going to
let him think me dead.’’
‘*How? Will you keep out of his way alto-
gether?’’ queried Bart.
‘*Oh, no, I am going to disguise myself.’’
‘*But you did that before, you said.’’
**Not as thoroughly as Iintend to do now. [
shall alter my appearance completely, so
that even if we come face to face he won’t |
know me.’?
‘*By Jove! I believe you can do it!’’ burst |
out Charley. ‘‘If you weren’t a natural born |
detective you wouldn't stick to the case as
you have.”’
‘‘T am bound to bring Barnaby Walthrop |
to the end of his rope and show him up in|
his true colors.”’
| ‘Such a man ought to be hung,”’ said |
| Oscar, and his chums agreed with him.
The three boys had willingly lent Andrew
|some clothing and a pair of shoes. A suit be- |
| longing to Charley fitted him very well, and |
| this he purchased. !
Then, just as the coast appeared in sight, |
he asked if one of the boys would cut ate
hair.
‘*Tt ought to be an easy job,’’ he said. ‘‘I}
want it close all over.’’
‘*Want to look as if you just came out of |
prison,’’ laughed Oscar. .
‘*Exactly,’’ was the unexpected reply.
Oscar undertook the job. It took him some |
time to cut off all that soft, wavy hair.
‘*Tt doesn’t improve your appearance, I'll
tell you that,’’? he remarked as he surveyed
‘his victim,’’ as he expressed it.
‘‘T am not traveling on my good looks just |
now,’’ replied Andrew, with a laugh. ‘‘This |
is tragedy, not comedy.”’
‘*T know it,’’ and Oscar grew serious. ‘‘I |
do hope you down that villain. Can’t we!
help you?’’
‘*{ hardly think so. If you can I’ll let you |
know.’?
‘*We’ll do anything we can.”’
‘*T’}] remember your kind offer.’’
It took the boys some time to land at St. |
Augustine. Andrew parted with the trio at |
once.
trjp together some time,’’ he said.
we'll take Edgar Cress with us.”’
quired his way to a large store where all
sorts of sporting goods were sold.
Here he purchased a pistol and also an-
other pocket-knife to replace the one which
he had lost. :
After this our hero sought out a wig
maker. .
‘“T want ared wig,’’? he said. ‘‘And I}
want a mustache to match.’’ )
It was an odd order, but the wig maker |
asked no questions. Making sure of his pay, |
he set to work instantly. He had a red wig
on hand and it did not take long to make it |
fit Andrew. The red mustache followed.
Then Andrew took some face paints and |
touched up his cheeks and the end of his
nose.
A complete transformation had taken |
place in his appearance.
Instead of looking the genteel city youth |
he now appeared to be a young tough or bar- |
room bum.
‘*T don’t believe Barnaby Walthrop will |
recognize me now,’’ he thought, as be sur-
veyed himself in a glass.
On leaving the wig maker’s, Andrew hur-
ried to the telegraph office. Here he sent
the following message to Mrs. Clara Petell:
‘‘Send all letters and telegrams to Peter
Cassedy. Would like another hundred.
‘* ANDREW.’?
drew was about to turn away when a well-
known form stepped up to the window.
It was Legrand.
The land-boomer’s tool had a message
which he handed over and paid for just as
our hero had done.
The tool was about to hurry away when
Andrew caught him by the arm.
‘‘Excuse me, but an’t dis Legrand?’’ he
asked.
‘¢*Yes, that’s my name,’’ was the slow re-
ply. ‘‘But I can’t place you.”’
.**T’ve been away from town fer a couple
of years,’’ went on Andrew, speaking ina
disguised voice. ‘‘But I used ter know yer.
Me name is Peter Cassedy.’’
‘Oh, I guess I do remember you,’’ replied
Legrand, not to offend some one who seemed
inclined to be friendly.
‘“I’m out of work,’’ went on Andrew,
quickly. ‘‘Do yer know any kind of a job I
can get? I’m willing to do anything.’’
‘“*T don’t know of anything,’’ was Le-
grand’s short reply.
And he turned away and hurried himself
off.
Andrew smiled to himself,
‘‘He did not recognize me, that’s certain,”’
he thought. ‘‘I hope I can deceive Barnaby
Walthrop as easily.’’
Andrew, after this, wrote out an order on
the hotel-keeper for his things. This he
| > Walthrop had treated them.
‘Tf I am successful we'll goon a grand )
*“*And
Taking one of the back streets, Andrew in- ;
signed himself and had no difficulty in re-
moving his stuff to another boarding place,
where he registered under his new name of
Peter Cassedy.
On the following morning he started out
to learn what had become of his guardian
and Carson Biltry.
He took a walk out to the old mansion
where he had been captured, but found it
deserted, even old Jeff having left.
This alarmed him. Was it possible that
Walthrop and the others had removed to
some other city?
“If they have, all my hunting around
here will go for nothing,’’ thought Andrew.
He was about to leave the vicinity when a
cry some distance down the road attracted
his attention.
‘*Darn ye, let me alone! Help!”’
Andrew fancied he recognized that voice,
and without waiting, he broke into a run in
the direction.
A turn of the road brought him to the
scene of action.
He found Gus Pendrill, the sailor, flat on
his back, and standing over him, with a
heavy club in his hands, was—Jack Wal-
throp!
CHAPTER XXXV-:
IN WHICH ONE VILLAIN IS CAPTURED,
+ T made Andrew’s blood boil to see Gus
if Pendrill in Jack Walthrop’s power.
! Andrew had not forgotten how Jack
The rascal
was their deadly enemy.
If the reader will remember it was through
| Pendrill that Andrew first heard of his guar-
dian’s half-brother.
Jack Walthrop had attacked the tar,
and both had been arrested in Brooklyn and
sent to jail.
Now Jack Walthrop was doing what he
could to ‘‘get square’’ as he viewed it, al-
though he was clearly the fellow to blame.
‘*Help!’’ yelled Gus Pendrill again.
He had been struck an ugly blow on the
forehead. The blood was flowing freely from
the wound, giving his facea horrible ap-
pearance.
‘‘T’]] fix yer!’’ hissed Jack Walthrop.
And again the club was raised.
But it never descended. Andrew caught it
from behind, twisted it from his grasp, and
flung it into a ditch some feet away.
Jack Walthrop was much astonished by
the unexpected interference. He had not sus-
pected any one of being near.
‘‘What do you mean by this?’’ he de-
manded.
‘*Help me!’’ groaned Gus Pendrill again,
‘*T will!’ replied Andrew.
‘‘Who are you?’’?’ demanded Jack Wal-
throp.
And he tried to catch Andrew by the arm.
‘‘T am a friend to all sailors, dat’s wot I
am!’’ cried our hero, in his disguised voice.
‘*T reckon you’re a footpad, en’t yer?’’
‘*No, I’m not!?’
‘tHe’s worse!’’ groaned Pendrill. ‘‘He is
a would-be murderer! Don’t let him get
away !’’
‘‘] don’t intend he shall get away.’’
In a rage, Jack Walthrop flung himself at
Andrew. But the boy only backed away,
and a second later pulled out his pistol. .
‘‘Hands up!’’ commanded Andrew, with
aswagger. He was playing his part to per- |
fection.
Astonished beyond measure, Jack Wal-
throp came to a halt.
‘‘Wha—what!’’ he stammered,
‘“You heard wot I said. Hands up!”’
‘‘ Are you going to.shoot me?”’
‘*T’]] plug yer full o’ holes if them paws
don’t go up.”’
Jack Walthrop turned white. As we know,
he was a coward at heart, and it takes a
brave man to look down the muzzle of a re-
volver.
‘‘Don’t shoot! Turn that pistol away !’’
|he cried in fear, and both hands speedily
This message delivered and paid for, An- |
went up.
‘Ts yer hurted bad?’’ asked Andrew, turn-
ing to Pendrill.
‘The villain gave me a nasty cut over the
forehead,’’ growled the tar. ‘‘Give me
that gun till 1 end his miserable life,’’
‘Yer better have him arrested,’’ suggested
Andrew.
Still keeping Jack Walthrop covered, our
hero bent over Gus Pendrill, and pretended
to examine his wound.
‘*Tjisten, Pendrill,’’ he whispered. ‘‘I am
Andrew Darwin in disguise. Don’t let Jack
Walthrop know it.’
‘‘By Davy Jones!’ cried the sailor, and
then closed his mouth suddenly.
‘“‘Dat man wants ter be arrested for as-
saulting yer!’’? went on Andrew, in a loud
voice. ‘‘He wanted ter rdb yer, 0’ course.’’
‘*T didn’t!’’ snapped Jack Walthrop.
‘‘Shut yer trap!’’? commanded our hero,
‘*T am talking to dis gent, see?’’
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‘Not another word, on yer life!”’
And Jack Walthrop did not dare to say
more.
While Gus Pendrill bound up his forehead
with a big_bandanna, Andrew gave him a
number of instructions in a low tone.
Jack Walthrop stood by unable to hear a
word.
He was much disturbed.
He did not wish to be taken to jail, and he
did not see how he could escape.
Suddenly, he started to run.
Andrew fired one shot after him, and went
in pursuit.
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Both ran all of a quarter of a mile, ina
direction opposite to that in which St.
Augustine lay.
Andrew was the better runner of the two,
and speedily began to close the distance be-
tween himself and Jack Waithrop.
Then Jack Walthrop pulled out a pistol,
and taking aim at Andrew’s breast, fired.
Our hero ducked, and the bullet sang close
to his head.
In turning to flee, Jack Walthrop stumbled
and fell.
and he lay unconscious.
Gus Pendrill had followed Andrew, and
when both came up they saw that Walthrop
had received an injury that was far from
being trivial.
‘¢] will search him while I have a chance,
said Andrew, and without ceremony went
through Jack Walthrop’s pockets.
In the villain’s possession he found the
things that had been taken from him and
also several letters from Barnaby Walthrop.
These letters would be good evidence
against his guardian, and Andrew kept them
for further use,
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ARCTIC GAMES.
In the matter of amusements the Esqui-
maus are not badly off. They havea form
of cup and ball, the ball being a block of
ivory, with holes at different angles, into
one of which the players strive to insert an
ivory peg as the block falls, the position of
the hole determining the value of the stroke.
Another garine closely resembles dominoes,
and contains pieces running as high as
‘*double thirties,’’ but the sequences are not
regularly carried out, the breaks in them
seeming to be without system.
His head struck on a sharp rock, | ‘
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BY DR. A. F. ATKINSON.
MO ; ‘
NCE only in my life have I seen an
€3) ideal hunter’s paradise; a region
{ where the game was plenty, as big
“<4" and as bold as the most thrilling
hunters’ stories have ever pictured it.
It was years ago, when the rough fortunes
Tacames—a locality which few readers, per-
haps, have ever heard of.
Tacames, or Atacames, lies on the western
coast 6f what is now included in ‘the State
of Colombia, South America. I was the
surgeon of a whaling ship, which put in
there for a supply of fresh food, to check
the attacks of scurvy,-which had made its
unwelcome appearance among the crew, and
we were detained by the sickness of the
captain for four weeks.
The place consists, or then consisted, of
not more than eighteen or twenty houses—
mere cabins—built of canes and set on posts
about ten feet high. The port is an open
roadstead, into which, when the wind is
south-west, roll the long swells of the
Pacific, breaking in white surf upon the
shore.
But the town, though low-lying, is beau-
tiful; with high, irregularly notched hills
towering above it in the background, and
the dense tropical forest closing in around it
on all but the seaward side. A small river,
nearly dry, at the time we were there, flows
in from up among the mountains,
It had been atime of intense drought,
following great heat, and nearly half of the
poor people were sick of a species of local
cholera. After treating a few cases, I
learned its nature and cause, and by liberal
draugbts on our medicine chest, I was able
to cure nearly fifty persons within a few
days.
t che earned the real, heartfelt gratitude
of the entire population. Never was a young
man more popular ina little bamlet than
the ‘ Yarnkee medico,’’ as the people
termed me. | had but to express a wish,
when half a dozen would set off of their own
accord at my service.
Among my patients was the little daughter
of Don Pechos, the leading ‘‘estanciero,’’ or
owner, at, Tacames: himself but a_half-
breed, however, though possessed of large
herds in the back country.
Little Diona, or ‘‘Tita,’’ as they called
her, lay very low, indeed, in the last stages
of the disorder, which I was fortunate in
being able to check. On the fourth day,
when the child had mended visibly, and
evinced an appetite for broth, her father, a
rather grave nan, who had before given up
all hope of her recovery, came to me too
much moved to speak for the deep joy he
felt; but in the grasp of his hand there was
something which expressed more than words,
Next morning came a more. tangible evi-
dence of his gratitude—though like a true
gentleman he made it in an entirely second.
ary manner—in the shape of a_ beautiful
black horse, fully broken to the. back, to-
gether with a fine saddle and bridle heavily
ornamented with silver, This fine animal
Don Pechos begged me to accept and use as
a ‘‘trifling token’’ of his regard and friend-
ship: and I accepted it, of course, only for
the time I was at Tacames.
‘Vasco’? was the horse’s name. He would
be held worth about five hundred dollars at
least in the United States. He wus perfect!
| broken
to the saddle, after the Spanis
method; and it is to one of my rides on
Vasco’s back that my story relates,
Another of my patients was an Indian,
named ‘‘Jaca’’—that, at least, was the name
he bore at Tacames—whose history was a
most singular on. He was not a South
American, but had been kidnaped, along
with three others, from a tribe far up to-
ward Oregon, by a whaler which had been
left short banded on that coast.
The captain had enticed these Indians on
board his ship by promises of presents, then
seized them and hastily set sail. Two years
later, on the voyage home to New Bedford,
the whaler touched at Tacames, and Jaca
| was set ashore without so much as ‘‘thank
of cards, they will play with considerable |
skill: and they also enjoy checkers, having
learned these games from the whalers. They
have a gume exactly like solitaire, with the
exception that ivory pegs:take the place of
glass balls.
The special amusement of the women is a
species of ‘‘cat’s cradle,’ which has been
brought to such perfection that they develop
from twenty to thirty different figures in it.
Indeed, they are extremely clever in per-
forming tricks with string, winding and
twisting a piece in and out among their
fingers, and then disentangling it by a single
pull on one end,
em
Minister (dining with the family)—‘‘You
never go fishing on a Sunday, do you,
Bobby?’
Bobby—‘‘Oh, no, sir.’’
‘*That’s right, Bobby. Now teil us why
you don’t go fishing on Sunday.’’
} ”? » his “vices
When they can borrow or purchase a pack | ¥® hey Ea weecenees.
Jaca had gained a considerable knowledge
of English, and Indian though he was, I
found him a not uncongenial spirit, and
possessed of keen native intelligence. Here,
as in that far-off northern home which he
would never see again, Jaca was a_ hunter,
and made use of a tremendous bow, which I
could no more draw than I could have bent
an old Roman catapult.
As soon as my duties as physician grew a
little less urgent, I rode out every morning
on botanical excursions—for the flora there
was new and most interesting to me—and on
hunts with Jaca,
Since first landing, I had every day heard
the yelping of wild beasts out in the woods,
sometimes sounding like a pack of hounds in
full ery; and at night their howls, barks,
and roars were incessant. Jaca’s brief but
| very graphic and matter-of-fact little stories
of adventure added still further to the zest
with which I set off with him.
Nearly every morning upon mounting
‘Cause pa says he doesn’t want to be, Vaseo for one of these trips, Don Pechos
bothered with me.’’
would gravely advise me to beware of the
‘‘tigers,’’ as the people there called the|
large black and yellow jaguars of that
region. But I supposed that the fear in
which the inhabitants stood of these animals
resulted mainly from their lack of fire-arms.
There was not a serviceable , musket in
Tacames. I had a good, short-barreled
double gun, with a strap for slinging it
across my shoulders. Percussion caps had
then but recently come into use,
There were a number of roads or bridle-
paths leading back from Tacames through
the forests. For a mile or more around the
village there were low, dense, thorn thick-
ets, overrun with vines; then larger trees,
standing close and very tall, took the place
of these; and bere the chatter of monkeys
would always assail our ears,
The monkeys, or apes, of this district,
were the giants of their race, and every
whit as large as the seven or eight year-old
children in our city streets, with strangely
aged, hideous faces. Half a dozen would
often be gamboling in a tree-top together.
On catching sight of us passing under-
neath, one would give a. droll, sharp cry,
like ‘‘Hallo!’’ Then all of ‘them would come
bounding and swinging down by _ the
brancbes and lianas to peep at us. Their
ugly yet comically grinning faces seemed to
say, ‘‘How d’ye do?’”’
Several times they were uncommonly bold,
stretching down their long arms to snatch at
our caps and the silver bangles on Vasco’s
head gear; aud so large and form.dable did
they look that two or three times I unslung
my gun. But Jaca, laughing heartily, said:
**No tira!’’ (Don’t fire!)
At each fresh start of mine he would
laugh the harder, aud say:
‘‘Dey fun. Dey trick. Dey like you.”’
Jaca’s name for these monkeys was
‘twood-folk,’’ and he always spoke of them
as if they were human beings.
Upon the morning of my adventure, we
had come out into the forest—Jaca walking
rapidly by Vasco's side—aud passing by a
valley between two mountains, bad emerged
into a very heavily timbered tract beyond,
where there was no undergrowth.
The height and density of the great nut
trees entirely shut out the sky; and a faint
yellowish-green light cast its pale tints
adown the dusky mauve trunks. It was a
singularly dim region, quite cool and_ pro-
foundly still, with not a sign of animal life,
save where here and there a long, bluish
colored snake wriggled lazily from beneath
Vasco’s feet.
For two leagues or more, the path led
through this darkened and unbroken forest,
then opened out upon ‘some natural mead-
ows, ulong a small winding river.
It was a beautiful place. Bunches of cane
and clumps of palms studded the long open
intervale; and these were festooned with
vines and climbing plants, many of which
were in bloom, disclosing great gorgeous
clusters of blossoms aud filling the air with
perfume. Here were hundreds of ruby-tinted
birds, singing joyously, blending their songs
with the barsh squalls of parrots.
But some strange tracks in the mud,
where we forded the river, had absorbed
Jaca’s attention. He wished to follow these,
and as I chose to ride along the meadow, to
collect specimens of the, to me, new plants,
we agreed to separate for the time and meet
there two hours later.
For a mile or two I went on through grass
so high that it brushed Vasco’s sides, only
drawing rein here and there to pluck a
rare bunch of flowers. Several times I heard
the cries of wild animals off in the woods,
and saw where they were running in the
grass.
At length I came to where a herd of fifty
or sixty horses were feeding keeping close
together. yet all moving on at a pretty good
pace. The jaguars, I was told, dare not
attack a herd thus compacted together. It
is only when one imprudently strays off that
it is throttled.
This was one of Don Pechos’ semi-wild
droves. As I passed, Vasco neighed repeat-
edly, and a colt—a lithe, beautiful, black
three-year-old—trotted out from his fellows
and joined us. I struck at it with my stick
and snapped my fingers toscare it back;
but still it trotted about and followed Vasco
—pawing in the grass, snorting, fairly rear-
ing in its playful antics.
The heat of the day was coming on, and I
presently drew up beneath the great droop-
ing fronds of a miriti palm, to be out of the
scorching sun rays for a minute, ere turning
back; and I recollect that the black colt,
frolicsome as ever, was nibbling at Vasco’s
jowl, when suddenly both horses started
violently
At the same moment I heard a slight
crash of brush out in the thick swamp, a
little to the right of the palm. The ears of
both horses were bent intently forward, and
I felt Vasco begin to tremble‘and his sides
to dilate under me. Every nerve and muscle
in his body seemed to grow tense and hard
as wire.
At first Isaw nothing, and patting my
horse’s neck, I spoke soothingly to him, at
the same time reaching around for my car-
bine. Buf before I could slip the strap, both
Vasco and the colt wheeled quick as light-
ning and ran!
At the same instant T heard two loud
roars, but was so nearly unseated that my
horse had run several hundred yards with
me before 1 could sufficiently recover my
balance to look back.
Oue glance showed me what a fate I had
escaped! For bounding along after the
horses were two. enormous black and yellow
jaguars !
In their eagerness they seemed to fly
rather than run. Their bounds were not
bigh, but long. They seemed to skim the
ground, their enormous tails standing out
straight behind, and their sleek, mottle sides
fairly glistening in the sun.
As they flew along, each gave vent to an
eager, yelping noise, in chorus to the other;
and so rapidly did they come on, that
thougb the horses were running for life, I
expected to be overtaken.
Had I been a Carson, or a Buffalo Bill, I
might, perhaps, have unslung my piece and
shot them; but I confess that in my terror
lof falling into the clutches of these mon-
sters; 1 did nothing but grasp Vasco’s neck
and mane with all my strength; nor could I
have checked or reined bim a bair’s breadth
had my life depended on it. Mazeppa bound
to the back of the wild horse of Tartary
could not have been more helpless. I, in
deed, would have been only too glad to be
bound on!
The jaguars, as I knew by their yelps and
the glimpses I caught over my shoulder,
were at the horse’s heels: and my gun flying
up by its loose strap at every bound nearly
beat me off. As we sped through grass and
bushes, my only thought was that Vasco
would join the herd we had previously
passed, aud that together the horses might
drive off the *‘tigers.’’
But the herd was not now at the place
where I bad seen it. On we rushed in our
wild flight, till suddenly, we came to a
slough in the grass and reeds. With his first
leap, Vasco went belly-deep in it, and I was
thrown beadlopg among the rushes into the
soft mud.
The horse floundered on, partly over me,
and got through, but a frightfully shrill
scream from the colt close at hand made
my blood run chill.
Dashing the wud and water from my eyes,
I struggled up and saw, through the reeds,
the young horse lying mired a few rods be-
low: while on the opposite | ank crouched one
of the jaguars, wriggling and twisting its
body like a huge cat.
For a moment it poised, then jumped
thirty feet or more and alighted plump on
the hor'se’s back. Another fearful cry from
the poor creature blended with the tiger’s
fierce growl as it buried its fangs and claws
in the colt’s glossy hide.
So savage, so piteous a spectacle I have
never seen, before nor since. For a moment
there was a tremendous struggle, then the
horse sank passive and limp, with one wild,
deep moan.
The other jaguar, without joining his
mate in the attack, was waiting on the
bank, walking up and down, lashing the air
with its long tail, and venting its eager
thirst for blood in the most terrific roars.
Too busy to notice me in the reeds, the
ugly, yet splendid, brutes growled and
gloated over their victim. But what would
have been my fate had the horse got through
the slough? Truly, his life was given for
mine.
Slowly I crept out of the bog and stole
away, drenched and plastered with mud
from head to foot.
I had gone half a mile, perhaps, along my
morning track through the meadow, when I
met Jaca. 'He had seen Vasco go past with
empty saddle and flying stirrups, and was
coming to look me up,
Seeing my condition, he first stared, then
grinned broadly. It took but few words to
make him fully understand my adventure;
and he at once proposed to go back and kill
the tigers. So urgent and confident was he
of success, that I at length consented to it;
and went cautiously back to the edge of the
slough,
The jaguars had drawn the body of the
colt out of the slough and were feasting on
it. One of them, indeed, seemed already to
have got his fill. and lay outstretched a few
feet off; but the other was still gorging
himself.
‘*Tira!’? Jaca whispered.
eatin’ horse.’’
I had recharged my gun heavily, putting
three balls in each barrel. The distance
across the slough was not more than ninety
or a bundred feet. When I fired, the beast
gave a convulsed leap off the horse and fel
with a loud yell in the grass.” The other
‘*Take the one
started to its feet, glared across for a m0O-.
ment. but before I could get aim, went out
of sight through the grass and bushes.
Meantime Jaca was boldly wading the
slough. Drawing his knife, he approached
the disabled tiger and killed him.
We thon withdrew a little, thinking thé
other might show itself; for we heard !
roaring at a distance.
It did not approach, however: and aftet
stripping off the skin from the one we b@
killed, Jaca advised a speedy retreat from
the spot.
It was a toilsome walk for me back t4
Tacames. Vasco had arrived home sever®
hours before, and Don Pechos had musteré
a party to search for me.
——__ + 0 ____ — d
THE song of the nightingale can be he@”
a mile distant.
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other States enjoyed, but at last, yielding to
the clamor of its people, it has concluded to
enjoy this privilege. The design—a tiger in
the center, with the monogram ‘'R.S8.’?
printed over it in various colors—is on hori-
zontally laid paper, except the last four
values, which are on wove paper. Seven
values have so far appeared, of the follow-
ing denominations: 4a., slate and red; la.,
red and violet; 2a., yellow and green; 4a.,
lilac and red; 8a., red-brown and _ violet;
I2a., green and red: and 1 rupee, blue and
red. ‘The values are given in English, ex-
cept in the one anna, where native char-
acters are used. The inscription reads
‘‘Bussahir State.’? The stamps are perfor-
ated 7.
* * *
We have mentioned the United States
letter and note sheets before, but for lack
of space we have ouly meutioned a few of
the most important parts or items. Many of
the large post-offices have not had a letter-
sheet in stock for several months, and it
will not be long before the entire stock re-
maining will be exhausted.
The majority of collectors do not make a
specialty of letter-sheets, or even take the
trouble to collect the most common, keeping
only what happens to fall into their hands,
but since the discontinuauce of these letter-
sheets by the Post-office Department, these
‘laggards’? have begun to open their eyes
at the renewed interest the average collec-
tor is taking in them. There are thousands
of people in the United States who do not
know to this day of the existence of such a
They
never met with public favor, and very few
busipess houses have used them to any ex-
tent. The following table is clipped from
the Third Assistant Postmaster-General’s
report for the year ending June 30, 1894,
and it will show how the sales decreased
from the year 1887 to the date the report
gives:
‘*The following statement shows the
sales of letter-sheet envelopes by fiscal
years since their introduction:’’ \
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The following is a copy of an item pub-
lished in the Postal Guide, dated August 18,
1894, announcing the discontinuance of these
sheets, and encouraging purchases before
withdrawal:
‘*Post-OFFICE DEPARTMENT,
‘“WASHINGTON, D. C., Aug, 18, 1894.
‘*Postmasters and the public are hereby
informed that under an order of the Post-
master-General, dated June 23, 1894, the
discontinued on the 30th of that month. As
Soon as practicable directions will be given
Withdrawing them from sale; until then,
Ppostmasters will continue to sell to those
who may wish to buy them.
‘‘The Department announced the intro-
duction of these letter-sheets in a circular
Ssued August 13, 1886, and the supply of
them to postmasters was begun five days
thereafter. Those first manufactured were
not watermarked, but later this was
remedied.
‘*Those who use these letter-sheet envel-
Spes, or desire to. preserve specimens there-
tunity yet left to purchase them. They can
® had only at Presidential post-offices.
‘*KERR CRAIGE,
‘‘Third Assistant Postmaster-General.’’
The first issues, as stated, were printed on
Unwatermarked paper. There are four sep-
‘rate and distinct varieties of these issues,
©ing described as follows:
1. 88 perforations across top.
2. 41 perforations across top. Side lines
continuously perforated.
8. 83 perforations across top. Side per-
forations broken at folding-line.
+ 41 perforations across top. Side perfor-
ations same as No, 3.
‘here are numerous sub-varieties, distin-
flished by the differences in the shapes of
f ® gum on the flaps, in the position of the
%ding-lines, the tint of the paper, etc.
f All of the watermarked series have 41 per-
*rations across the top.
fe * * *
‘4 At an auction sale recently held here some
ahd astonishing (?) prices were realized. A
aKa sheet of uncanceled 5d. 1857 Newfound-
Sale
am, on which were sixty canceled 1 att
USSAHIR STATE in India has issued | leaving the stamp with no value at all.
B a very pretty set of stamps.
PS) This native Indian State has never
had the postal facilities which the
GooDp
A very interesting error has appeared in
the current 10 centimos carmine, stamp of
Gibraltar. A sheet of these stamps has been
found with two rows of ten stamps in which
the value, ‘‘10 centimos’’ is absent, thus
* * * *
Collectors should beware of. 10c. Nether-
lands, 1852, ‘‘proofs’’ in various colors, as
they are only reprints. Somehow, a certain
person obtained the plates and kept them
for a few days, but they have been recov-
ered and defaced by the Dutch Government.
It is queer how such things happen, and the
sooner they are found out the better.
* * * *
One of the strangest surcharges known is
the 5 centimes on the 25 centimes, black
stamp of the 1887 issue of Cochin China.
The surcharge consists of two ‘‘C, Ch,’’ and
two ‘‘5s.’’ one of the latter being small and
one large.
* * * *
The dull lilac 9c. stamp of the 1860 issue
of South Australia bas been found in an un-
perforated condition by a large New York
house, and is valued ‘‘away up.’’
* * * *
A short time ago United States Secret
Service officers arrested
Maitret in New York, for counterfeiting
Haytien stamps. When airaigued, he said
that he did not make them for postal use,
but canceled them and sold them to collec-
tors. It is said he has made over two million
stamps.
* * * *
At an auction sale held on May 20, 1895,
by a Lynn dealer, the following prices were
realized for certain United States stamps:
An entire sheet of Providence unused stamps
sold for $72, an unsevered pair of 1851 5c.
brought $89, a block of four 1851 10c. went
for $100; $140 was bid for an 1869 24c. with
inverted center, and the 3c. blue 1875 loco-
motive stamp realized $10.25, a little over
the catalogue value. The highest prices paid
for foreign stamps was $109, for a 1s. violet
of New Brunswick; $205 for the same stamp
and a 6d. yellow, together on cover; $112
for a 1s. violet Nova Scotia; $108 for a block
of four 1869 4d. Nevis, lithographed, and
$327 for a 18c. blue, 1851-52 Hawaii.
* * * *
The following were the rates of postage in
this covntry in the year 1800: Every letter
composed of a single sheet of paper con-
veyed not exceeding 40 miles, 8 cents; over
40 miles, and not exceeding 150 miles, 124
cents; over 150 miles, and not exceeding 300)
miles, 17 cents; over 300 miles, and not ex-
ceeding 500 miles, 20 cents; over 500 miles,
25 cents. Every letter composed of two
ieces of paper, double these rates; every
etter composed of three pieces of paper,
triple these rates; every letter composed . of
four pieces of paper, quadruple these rates;
and at the rate of four single letters for
every ounce any letter or packet may weigh
every ship letter originally received at an
office for delivery, with 6 cents.
* * * *
Fifty-six million, eight hundred and
eighty-five thousand, four hundred and
eighteen dollars worth of United States
stamps were issued hy the Government dur-
ing the fiscal year ending. July 1; this
amount being from 2,828,000,000 stamps.
* * * *
Canada has issued a handsome 2c, en-
velope, of a blue-green color. The queen’s
head is in a circle, surrounded by a wreath
of maple leaves, and surmounted by the
crown and beaver.
* * * *
The ‘‘silk paper’? mentioned as used for
certain of the document revenue stamps of
the first issue, is supposed to be precisely
similar in style to the silk pent used for
private proprietary stamps. In most cases,
however, the silk threads in the paper are
very minute, so that they might easily be
overlooked or mistaken for small pencil or
penfmarks on casual inspection.
No complete list of these varieties has ever
been published, the stamps priced in the
standard catalogue being only the more
common varieties. The paper was probably
used for nearly al] the document revenues,
except the 2c. blue stamps. The second issue
of document revenues was made in 1871,
and the third issue in 1872. The tax on
documents, except bank checks, was re-
moved in 1874, The tax on bank checks,
watches and proprietary medicines was re-
moved in 1882.
o_o HO
SAFE THERE.
When Colonel Ingerso!] was in England he
visited St. Paul’s Cathedral for the first
time. As he was contemplating the tomb of
Wellington, the guide said:
ove Maximilian |
NEWS.
RAISING THE WIND.
BY W. W. TREMAINE.
——_e—_—_—.
OM CURRY was fifteen, and our
| - hero. He had never disappointed us in
ve .. anything he had promised, so’ when
“~~ he said he would guarantee three dol-
lars within a month, we felt assure of the
money as if it had been in the treasurer’s
hands,
No doubt many boys who read this will
laugh at the idea of having a. treasurer to
look after such a small sum as a dollar and
a half, which was the exact amount’ our
base bal] club had been able to raise toward
the new ball, bats and other articles neces-
sary to play with becoming dignity the ap-
proaching match with the Fordmead school.
Fordmead is a big place, but Hoptown,
where we lived, is only a little village. Still
we Hoptown boys were proud, and wanted
to make a good show when these rich Ford-
mead fellows came over with their nine.
But our subscription list had stopped at a
dollar and a half, and refused to go upa
single cent. Money is easily made in Ford-
|mead, but in Huptown it is rarely seen. If
a boy has ten cents there, he has to hide it
if he doesn’t/want the other fellows to cut
him for being purse-proud.
With what pride we looked upon Tom that
day, when, after a long and fruitless dis-
cussion of all the possible ways of raising
money, he had calmly said he knew of a
way that would bring us the money a week
before the date of the match!
He did not say how it was to be done.
But we never thought of questioning Tom.
The only hint he gave us was that he would
require us all to be there, and ready, if need
be, to do a bit of fighting.
This mystery was very pleasant to us; and
the hint about fighting roused us all. We
knew Tom wotld not lead us into anything
mean; and as for the danger, we rather
likéd the prospect.
For the next month we saw very little of
Tom. He did as well as usual at school. But
he remained a great deal up at the farm his
family had held as long as tradition went
back in Hoptown.
When the month was up he passed the
word around the class that we were all to
go to Tarbert Fair next day, and we were
all to bring sticks, and be ready for any-
| thing.
| Tarbert is fifteen miles from Hoptown by
road, but by marshes it is only eight. So
the whole nine of us started over the
marshes next day for Tarbert. Our school
bad a holiday for the fair, so there was
nothing wrong in our going. But as we
looked at our clubs—‘‘sticks’’ was far too
mild a name for the deadly weapons we
were carrying—and wondered what we were
to do with them, we felt a strange thrill of
delight and wonder.
Were we to sack the fair, or to waylay
some rich old farmer? Little Jimmy Moore
had made us ali a little uneasy by suggest-
ing that Tom was going.to make us perform
in a ring, like an out-of-doors circus, and
that the money was to be got by sending
one of us around with the hat.
We had all indignantly dismissed this
theory, for performing at a fair seemed to
us the very depth of degradation. Yet we
knew that if this were Tom’s plan we would
all loyally do our circus work. He was our
chief, and we had taken vows of fealty to
him, Only, we all earnestly hoped it
wouldn’t be a circus.
It was about ten o’clock when we got to
the fair, and everything was in full swing.
Tom looked around a little anxiously
among the merry-go-rounds and tables. It
was a very small fair in the way of show
folks, for Tarbert is a very out-of-the-way
place, and very hard to get at. But there
was stir enough to make us quite excited.
As we were passing a little crowd on the
shore, Tom came to a halt. It was a man
who kept crying:
‘Hi! bil Three shies a cent! A fust-rate
coker-nut wuth ten cents every time the ball
goes through! Fust-rate coker nuts, just
look at ’em! Three shies a cent. Hi! hi!??
He stood in front of a little upright
wooden slab, shaped like a tombstone, and
provided with a hole near the top.
‘*In his hand he held a heavy metal ball,
just big enough to pass through the hole.
That it could go through the hole was
evident, for he kept passing it through from
his right hand to his left.
But it was a different matter standing
three yards off; and it was at that distance
that you had to take your three shies a
cent.
As we stood watching, a farmer came up
and had his three shies. The first shy was
very careful, but the hall went smash into
‘*That, sir, is the toom of the greatest
military ’ero Europe or the ’ole world hever
knew—Lord Wellington’s. This marble sar-
coughahus weighs forty-two tons. Hinside
sold for $6. One of the features of the | that is a steel receptacle weighing thirteen
was the wrapper of a package from | tons, and hinside that is a leaden casket
’ermetically sealed, weighing orer two tons.
Amps, and several of other denominations.
Hinside that is a ma’ogany coffin, "olding |
fon valued at $3, but there were no bids , the ashes of the great ’ero.’’
Pic it. But the greatest record for low
e
Avelopes were knocked down at one cent.
‘
®S was made when five uneauceled India while, ‘*I guess you’ve got him,
the earth just at the foot of the tombstone,
The second shot went clean over the top.
The third was a little ill-natured, and sanity
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Then a baker’s boy had a cent’s worth of
irritation. After him one of the Tarbert
schoolboys tried his skill, and still the
cocoanut man had not given away a single
cocoanut.
He had pocketed quite a big sum that
morning already, and everything seemed to
show that be would carry away all his
cocoanuts with him at night.
And yet it was quite fair, for he was con-
tinually passing the ball through, and
every now and then he would come to the
three yards distance, and carelessly shy the
ball through the hole, just to show how easy
it was.
To our astonishment, Tom stepped for-
ward, paid bis cent, and got his balls.
He stooped, and threw the ball almost
from the level of the ground.
It gradually rose and seemed to hit the
hole fair enough; but it only spun around
for a moment in it, and fell out without
going through.
The crowd were greatly pleased at his
skill, and a murmur of satisfaction went
through it.
Tom’s next shot was not quite so good.
The ball hit the upper part of the hole, and
fell out at once.
The third shot seemed to err in the oppo-
site direction, for the ball appeared to have
risen too little to clear the hole.
Tom’s second cent’s worth began better.
The first shot wavered in the hole as before,
but it fell on the other side this time.
‘‘Here you are, young genelman, an a
very good shot, too,’’ said the cocoanut
man, with an appearance of generous ap-
proval, as he handed Tom the cocoanut.
Tom very quietly passed it to me, and had
his second shy. This time there was no
wavering; the ball whizzed through, and I
had another cocoanut to look after.
The next shot further increased my re-
sponsibilities, and the cocoanut man’s un-
easiness.
The crowd was all for Tom.
His first cocoanut had been received amid
cheers.
As my pile increased the cheering stopped,
only to ke succeeded by a rippling murmur
of laughing satisfaction. The people had all
felt that this clever, slippery fellow had
come down there to fleece them, and that he
was laughing in his sleeve at them all the
time.
So you can readily understand their satis-
faction at seeing one of themselves proving
too niucb for the clever rascal, and turning
the laugh all the other way.
When Tom had spent ten cents, and I had
fourteen cocoanuts to superintend, the man
pretended not to notice Tom’s offer of an-
other cent, and weit on with his ‘‘Hi! hi!
Three shies a cent !’’
But Tom calmly stood at the shying place,
and the man had to accept the money.
At fifteen cents the man again struck.
This time he appealed to the crowd in the
name of fairness.
‘This here young fellow has learned the
trick, and he can keep on a-poppin’ of it
through till to-morrow mornin’. Is that wot
ye calls fair play down here? Is it???
Tom’s reply was:
‘*You’re quite right. I can go on till to-
morrow morning. now I’ve got the pitch.
But I don’t want to be hard on you. I
don’t know the price of cocoanuts, but I
think this pile should be worth three dollars
and fifteen cents. If you pay that Ill
stop.’’
‘Three dollars and fifteen cents! You
precious young donkey! Why, they an’t
wuth half that!’’
This was a little mistake on Cocoanut’s
part. The crowd had been almost inclined
to side with him against the evident greed
of Tom. But this running down of cocoanuts
he had just been praising, turned the sym-
pathies all in Tom’s direction.
‘‘Very well,’’ replied Tom, ‘‘I’ll go on
till they’re worth three dollars and my cents
for shies.’’
By this time we quite appreciated the
situation, and saw exactly what our share
of the work was to be.
Accordingly, we brought ourselves very
prominently to the front, and were at no
pains to hide our clubs.
When Tom’s expenditure had reached
twenty-five cents, Cocoanut gave way. He
did no more business that day, for as Tom
and the rest of us moved away carrying our
three dollars of legitimate booty, we also
carried with us the sympathies of all the
onlookers.
The story got wind, and though nobody
came to patronize the cocoanut man that
day, plenty came to chaff him about his
failure to take in the simple country folks.
As we trudged over the marshes admiring
the thirty-feet-long clubs that the setting
sun shadowed on our left, we were all proud
and happy—except Tom.
He had got it into his head that he had
done a mean thing.
We told him it was only diamond cut dia-
hit the cocoanut man.
The farmer took another cent’s worth, '
and this time managed to hit the tombstone |
twice, but was never anything like near the |
hole.
As the farmer fell angrily back among
‘*Well,’’ said the colonel, after thinking a the crowd, another one came forward, and
£
mond, and his diamond was the sharper.
But he was not to be comforted for a long
time; and even then not entirely.
‘““Ah,’”’? he said to me. in a confidential
moment, ‘‘if I had spent the same time at
honest work as I have bad to spend in learn-
ing that trick with the ball, I might have
If he ever went through almost precisely the same per- made more than the three dollars,”?
gets out of that, cable me at my expense.’’ formanee.
And we think so, too
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4404
CGroODp
TWO BRAVE BOYS.
BY CHARLES P. BROWNE.
i. a, HEN Kentucky was an infant State,
WA fo and before the foot of civilization
“yA had trodden her giant forests,
-L) there lived upon a branch of the
Green River an old hunter by the name of
Slater. His hut was upon the southern
banks of the stream; and, save a small
patch of some dozen acres that had been
cleared by his own ax, he wasshut in by
dense forests.
Slater had two children at home—two
sons, Philip and Daniel—the former four-
teen, and the latter twelve years of age.
His elder children had gone South. His wife
was with him, but she had been for several
years an almost helpless cripple from the
effects of severe rheumatism.
It was early in the spring, and the old
hunter had just returned from Columbia,
where he had been to carry the produce of
his winter’s labors, which consisted princi-
pally of furs. He received a good sum of
money, and brought it home with him.
The old man had for several years been |
accumulating money, for civilization was |
rapidly approaching him, and he meant
that his children should have a fair start in
life.
One evening, just as the family were sit-
ting down to the frugal supper, they were
arrested by the sudden howling of the dogs;
and as Slater went to the door to see what
was the matter, he saw three men approach-
ing.
He quickly ordered off the dogs, and the
three men advanced and spoke. They asked
for something to eat, and also for lodgings
for the night.
John Slater was not a man to refuse a re
quest of that kind, and with genuine back
woodsman’s hospitality, he invited the
strangers in.
They set their rifles behind the door, un
slung their packs, and room was speedily
made for them at the supper-table.
They represented themselves as travelers
bound further west, intending to cross the
Mississippi in search of a settlement.
The new-comers were far from _ being
agreeable or prepossessing in their looks
but Slater took no notice of the circum
stance, for he was not one to doubt any
man.
The boys, however, did not like their ap-
pearance at all; and quick glances which
they gave at each other told their feelings.
The hunter’s wife was not at the table,
but she sat in a great easy-chair by the fire.
Slater entered into conversation with the
guests, but they were not very free, and
after a little while the talk dwindled away
into occasional questions.
Philip, the elder of the two, noticed that
the men cast furtive glances about the room,
and he watched them narrowly. His fears
had become excited, and he could not rest.
He knew his father had a large sum of
money in the house, and his first thought
was that these men were there for the pur-
pose of robbery.
Many a terrible tale of violence, commit-
ted with impunity by unknown desperadoes
in the depths of forest clearings, and told
with bated breath around the log-fire at
night, had taken effect upon the keen per-
ception of the lad, and now roused his sus-
picion.
After supper was over, the boys quickly
cleared the table, and then went out doors.
It had become dark, or rather the night had
fairly set in, for there was a moon two-
thirds full, shining down upon the forest.
‘*Daniel,’’ said Philip, in a low whisper,
at the same time casting a look over his
shoulder, ‘‘what do you think of these
men?’’
‘*T’m afraid they are bad ones,’’ returned
the younger boy.
‘*Soam I. I believe they mean to steal
father’s money. Didn’t you notice how art-
fully they looked around?’’
Wess:
‘*So did I. If we should tell father what
we think, he would only laugh at us, and
tell us we were perfect scarecrows !?’
‘*But we can watch ’em.’’
‘*Yes! we will watch them. But we must
not let them see that we are doing so.’’
The boys held some further consultation,
and then going to the dog-house, they set
the small door back, so that the hounds
might spring forth if wanted. If they had
desired to speak to their father about their
suspicions, they had no chance, for the
strangers sat close to him all the evening.
At length, however, the old man signified
his intention of retiring, and arose to go
out of doors to see to the proper state of
affairs without, for the night. The three
followed him, but did not take their weap
ons. The old lady was asleep in her chair.
‘‘Now,’’ whispered Philip, ‘‘let us take
two of father’s rifles up to bed—we may
Jr eg genes We are as good as men with the
ifle.
Daniel sprang to obey, and quickly as
possible the boys slipped two rifles, which
were always loaded, from their closets be-
hind the great stone chimney, and hurried
them up into their own sleeping-loft, then
hastened back and emptied the priming
from the stranger’s rifles. When their father
and the guests returned, they had resumed
their seats, which to all appearance they
had not quitted.
The hunter’s cabin
apartments on the ground floor, one of them
in the end of the building being the old
man’s sleeping-room, the other that in
which the present company sat.
Overhead there was a sort of scaffolding,
reaching only half-way over the room below
it, and at the opposite end of the building
from the little sleeping-apartment of the
hunter.
A rough ladder led up to this floor, upon
which was placed the boys’ bed.
There was no partition at the end of the
scaffolding, but it was all open to the room
below.
Spare bedding was spread upon the floor
of the kitchen for the travelers, and every-
thing was arranged for their comfort; then
the boys went up to their bed, and the old
man retired to his little room.
The boys thought not of sleep, or if they
did it was only to avoid it. Half an hour
passed away, and then they could hear their
father snore,
Then they heard a movement from those
below. Philip crawled silently to where he
could peep down through a chink in the
floor, and saw one of the men@gpen his pack,
from which he took several pieces : of meat:
lighted by the rays of the mvon, he moved
toward the window, and pushing the sash
back threw the pieces of flesh to the dogs.
Then he went back to his bed and lay
down.
be thrown to the dogs to distract their at-
tention; but when the man lay down, the
idea of poison flashed through Philip’s mind,
He told his thoughts to his brother.
The first impulse of little Daniel, as he
heard his poor dogs were ,to be poisoned,
was to cry out; but a sudden pressure from
the hand of his brother kept him silent.
At the end of the boys’ bed was a dark
window, a small square door, and it was di-
rectly over the dogs’ house,
Philip resolved to go down and save the
dogs.
The undertaking was a dangerous one; for
the least noise would arouse the villains, and
the consequences might prove fatal.
But Philip Slater found himself strong in
heart, and he determined upon the trial. He
now knew there was danger, and that his
father’s life might be in his hands!
This thought was a tower of strength in
itself.
Philip opened the window without moving
from his bed, and -it swung on its hinges
without noise, Then he drew off the sheet,
and tied the corner of it to the staple by
which the window was hooked. The sheet
was then lowered on the outside; and _ care-
fully the brave boy let himself out upon it.
He enjoined his brother not to move, and
then he slid noiselessly down.
The hounds had just found the meat, but
they drew back at their young master’s
beck, and Philip gathered the flesh all up.
He easily quieted the faithful brutes, and
then quickly tied the meat in the sheet.
There was a light ladder standing near
the dog-house; and setting this up against
the building, Philip made his way back to
his little loft, and once safely there, he
pulled the sheet in after him,
The strangers had not been aroused, and,
with a beating heart, the boy thanked
Heaven. He had performed a noble act,
simple as it may appear, at which many a
stout heart would have quailed.
The dogs growled as they went back to
their kennel, and if the villains heard them,
they thought the poor animals were growling
over the repast they had found.
The one who had thrown out the meat,
evidently did hear them, for Philip from his
chink saw him go again to the window and
look out for some moments over the spot
where he had cast the flesh,
It was gone! and the boy heard him mut-
ter, ‘‘All’s right with the hounds, then; we
must give ’em about an hour or so to make
sure. The rest is easy work.’’? And then he
lay down on his bed once more.
At last the hounds ceased their noise, and
all was quiet.
An hour passed away, and so did another.
It must have been a little past midnight
when the men moved again, and the fad
Philip saw the rays of the candle flash up
through the cracks of the floor on which
stood his bed. He would have moved to the
crack where he could peep down, but at that
moment he heard a man on the ladder.
He breathed a quick whisper to his
brother, and they lay quite still.
The fellow seemed to be perfectly satisfied
that they were asleep; for he soon returned
to the ground floor, and then Philip crept to
the crack. He saw the men take knives, and
he heard them whispering.
‘*We’ll settle the old man and woman
first,’’ said one of them, ‘‘and then we'll
hunt for the money. If those little brats
up there’’—pointing to the loft—‘‘wake up,
we can easily take care of them.’’
‘*But we must kill them all,’’ said another
of the villains.
‘*Yes, but the old ones first.’’
Philip’s heart beat with horror!
*‘Down the ladder outside! silent and
quick!?’. he whispered to his brother.
‘*Down, and start up the dogs! Run for the
At first the boy thought this might |
NEWS.
ta Ja’ <6 . of
front door—it isn’t fastened. For your life,
let the dogs into the house as quick as you
jean! I'll look out for father while you go!”?
| Daniel quickly crawled through the little
was divided into two} window, and Philip seized a rifle and crept
to the edge of the scaffold. Two of the vil-
| lains were just approaching the door of his
|father’s room. They had set the candle
| down on the floor so thatits light would fall
| into the bedroom as the door was opened.
| Philip drew the hammer of his rifle back,
| and rested the muzzle upon the edge of the
| board, One of the men had his hand upon
| the latch.
| The boy here uttered a word of heart-felt
prayer, and taking steady aim, pulled the
trigger.
The villain whose hand was on the latch,
uttered one sharp cry, and fell dead upon
brain.
For an instant the two remaining scoun
drels stood confounded; but they quickly
comprehended the nature and position of
their enemy, and they sprang for the ladder.
They did not reach it, however, for at
and the hounds, four in number, sprang into
the house; with a deep, wild, angry yell,
the powerful brutes, in an instant, were
upon the wretches, just as the alarmed old
hunter rushed from his room.
‘*Help us—help us! father!’ cried Philip,
as he hurried down the ladder with the
other loaded rifle. ‘‘I’ve shot one of
They are robbers! murderers! Hold ’em!’’
the boy continued, clapping his hands to the
dogs.
moment, and sprang to the spot where the
hounds had the two men on the floor. The
dogs had so wounded them that they
incapable of resistance.
With much difficulty the dogs were called
off, and the two men were lifted to a seat.
There was no need of binding them, as the
dogs had made quick work in disabling them.
After they had: been looked to, the old
man cast his eyes about the room. They
rested a moment upon the body of him who
had been shot, lying across the very
threshold of his bedroom door, and then
turned upon the boys.
It was some time before the old hunter
could crowd the whole seeming truth
through his mind, but as he comprehended
it all, a soft, grateful, proud light broke
over his features, and he held out his arms
to his sons.
‘*Noble, noble boys!’? he uttered, -as he
clasped them to his bosom. ‘‘Heaven bless
you for this! I did not dream that ’twas
such brave young hearts; and my sons, my
own sons, too! thank God for the blessing.’’
‘* Yes, and I do so, too,’’ quavered tremu-
lously the aged mother, as she kissed first
one and then the other of her boys.
For a long time the old man gazed on the
young heroes in silence, while tears of love
and gratitude rolled down his cheeks, and
his rugged, weather-beaten face was lighted
up with joyous, paternal pride.
Long before daylight Philip mounted his
horse and started for the nearest settlement ;
and, early in the day, the officers had the
two wounded men in custody, and the body
of the third was removed.
They were at once recognized as notorious
criminals, who had already committed many
atrocities; and for each of whom a reward
of two thousand dollars was offered. Con-
trary. to the opinion of the prison surgeon,
the wretches recovered from their wounds
sufficiently to enable them to expiate their
crimes upon the scaffold.
A public subscription, handsomely supple-
menting the Government grant, worthily
and appropriately rewarded the splendid
example of these two Brave Boys.
A TERRIBLE SIX HOURS.
OUR FIRST OFFICER’S STORY.
‘iar
HIPWRECKED, eh? Well, nos I’ve
never been shipwrecked yet; but I was
once a good deal nearer it than I ever
cS want to be again. And if a man’s
hair can turn gray in a single night, as
some folks say it can, that night’s work
ought to have turned mine as gray as a
badger.
It was ne fourth voyage, and we were
homeward bound, from Bombay, with a
full number of passengers. I was only a
youngster then, and, like all young hands,
I’d a great longing for a taste of ‘‘the per-
ils of the sea,’’ and all that sort of thing.
But when 1 did get a taste of them, as
you’ll see presently, I didn’t like ’em quite
so well as I expected.
We were several days out from Bombay,
and it might be about two hundred and
fifty miles from the island of Socotra, which
lies in between Africa and Arabia, as I dare
say you recollect. '
I was fourth officer that voyage, by the by.
The weather had been splendid from the
very first, and looked like staying so right
through. ‘All the people who had been sick
were getting quite brisk again, and every-
body was as jolly as could be.
About seven o’clock one fine evening we
were all on deck, watching the sunset, and
the floor. The bullet had passed through his |
| said something in such a low
that instant the outer door was flung open, |
?em ! |
Old Slater comprehended the scene in a|
villains had both lost their knives, and the |
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were |
calculating how soon we should be in the
Red Sea, when my attention was attracted
by our third officer, Harry Lee, who was a
special chum of mine.
He was a slim young fellow, not much
older than myself, but cool as a cucumber,
and brave as a lion,
[ was just going up to have a word with
him, when 1 saw him lift his head and be-
gin sniffing the air uneasily, like a startled
} deer.
Then he slipped down the ladder leading
from the hurricane deck into the waist, and
went hither and thither for a moment or
two in a haphazard kind of way, just as a
dog does when he’s looking out for a snug
place to lie down.
I could see that his behavior puzzled the
| other officers quite as much as it did me.
Before any of us could say a word, back
he came again, and, going up to the captain,
voice that l
could only catch one word of it.
But even that one was quite enough to
double me up for the moment as if 1’d been
hit by a cannon-ball.
The word I caught was ‘‘Fire!”’
To try a man’s nerve in real earnest, I
don’t think there’s anything in the world
like a fire at sea. A fire on land is bad
enough, where you have a chance of run
ning away from it; but, at sea, where
you’ve hemmed in between fire on one side
and water on the other, it’s like nothing I
can think of except the feeling you some-
times have in a bad dream, when you see
something terrible coming rushing down
}upon you, and then suddenly find yourself
rooted to the ground, and not able to stir a
limb to escape.
Show me the man who can face a sudden
alarm of fire on board ship without wincing,
and I?ll show ‘you the bravest man on the
face of the earth.
But it’s one good of such a shock as that,
| that when the first stun is over it braces
you up at once.
We all felt that our only chance was to
keep cool and do our best, and we drew our-
selves together to do it.
‘*Mr. Lee,’’ said the captain, quite coolly,
though his hard old mouth was set like a
trap as he said it, ‘‘the passengers must
know nothing of this, whatever happens.
Just go aft and get them down into the sa-
loon for some music, and then, as soon as
you can get away without being noticed,
come here and lend us a he nd.’?
Away went Harry accordingly, and _ pres-
ently we heard his voice down on the after-
deck as brisk and cheery as if there was
nothing the matter.
Down trooped the passengers in a body,
for Lee was a great favorite with them, and
was always getting up something for their
amusement,
In another minute or two we heard the
piano going, and one of the young fellows
singing a comic song, with all the rest join-
ing in the chorus:
“My uncle went out to fish one day,
When ’twas just a-getting dark,
And something pulled so hard at his line
That be thought he’d hooked ashark.
Instead of a shark ’twas the hull of a ship
That had sunk there a year before;
But just as be’d got it the line broke short,
And down went the ship once wore.”
It did send a shudder through us all, I can
tell you, to hear them so merry, and sing-
ing so carelessly about ships going down,
and all that, with death gaping for them
all the while.
But there was no time to think of it just
then.
Well, the captain called up our men, and
told them that there was fire in the fore-
hold, and that the sooner they put it out the
better.
He said it so lightly and cheerily that you
might have thought the whole business was
a mere trifle,, and that they had nothing
to do but to go and quench the fire at once-
But as he finished speaking I saw that he
had bitten his lower lip until it bled.
To work we went, then, one and all.
We knew better than to take off the
hatches and let in the air upon the flames,
so we cut holes in the planking, and train
the nozzle of the hose-pipes through them.
Then we began pumping away with all our
might. ,
But just as the work was in full swings
two of the passengers—young fellows, just
married—came on deck suddenly, and saw
at the first glance what was going on.
‘‘Gentlemen,’’ said the captain, going UP
to them, ‘‘we didn’t expect you here jus
now; but since you are here, you mus
please stay and help us. We can’t let you
go back now.’’
One of them agreed at once, but the other
begged hard to be allowed to go and see his
wife before he began. ;
However, /the captain wouldn’t hear of it,
so at last he went and fell to work alongside
of his comrade, and they both stuck to?
like men right on to the end. to
But, work as we might, the fire seemed i
gain upon us, and between ten and elev?
at night the hatches had to go. 1a
The moment they were off, up spouted Pe
roaring jet of flame twelve feet and par
above the deck, with such a fury that I a
gan to lose heart, for there seemed to bet
chance of mastering that. } for
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i ‘*The gunpowder !”’
1 + When I heard him say that it turned me
: . quite sick and faint, for I knew well enough
what he meant.
7 z In that very fore-hold, and close to the
. S place where the fire was at its worst, there
1 ‘g were eight ammunition cases, containing
powder enough to blow the whole ship to
2 bits.
1 For a moment we all stood like so many
r 3 statues; but just then we heard old Captain
ry 4 Weatherby’s voice, clear and cool as ever:
o 7 ‘*T won’t order any man on such a job as
£ that; but we must get that powder up some-
e 1 how. Who’ll follow me?’’
Down he-went, and he was hardly down
k before there were six of us beside him.
" We flew at the powder-chests, and tugged
1 them out of their places one by one, while
the men on deck kept pouring down a per-
O fect cataract of water to fight off the flames
n from us. What with the smoke and steam,
the stifling heat, the shouting of the men
and the roar of the fire, the dancing and
I flashing of faces and arms out of the dark- |
d ness and into it again, and the feeling that
d at any moment we might all be blown into
1 the air together, it was just like being in the
‘8 thick of a battle.
le One, two, three chests were handed up on
J deck.
5 We had hard work with the fourth and
16 fifth, but we managed them at last, and
n then the sixth and the seventh.
if When it came to the last, I felt as if some-
a thing must happen then; but up it went,
and presently I found myself on deck again,
n hardly knowing how I got there, scorched
* and bruised and half choked, and black as
18 a sweep from head to foot.
It was nine at night when we began to
t, pump; it was three in the morning before
aS the danger was fairly over.
The passengers knew nothing of it until
tO it was_all done, and then we made as light
r- of it as we could. But I can tell you that,
although I’m not more of a coward than
y; _ other men, I don’t think anything on earth
a could tempt me to go through those six
st hours again.
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The Goop News Memorial Club of St. Louis de-
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ment to be given on October17. The first joining after
this notice will receive Scraps and Patches one year
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For further information address the secretary, Arthur
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to correspond with the secretarv. Initiation fee, 10
cents; dues, 25 cents per year. Membership card, two
lists, 1,000 foreign stamps, and the club journal one
a 1 | year as premiums, besides the regular departments of
Volume 9 of Goop Nxrws be- |
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Louisville, Ky. Orville Taylor, president, 1123 Brook
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Iowa.
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members, the Capital City Stamp Club has reduced its
initiation fee, for the summer months, to 10 cents:
and offers a department stamp as premium: to each
new member. ‘The objects of the club are exclusively
phuatetic, and its business consists chiefly in exchang-
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address George Gordon, secretary, 225 First street,
S. E., Washington, D. C.
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CAMERA.—Alfred Riley, 21 Winthrop avenue,
Beachmont, Revere, Mass., will exchange a photo-
graph camera and outfit, for taking a picture of nine
square inches, for ninety-five lc., or thirty-seven 2c.,
twenty-five 3c., and so on in proportion, Columbian,
or common stamps. Unused Columbians preferred.
STAMPS.—L. M. Libbey, 6 Holland street, Somer-
ville, Mass., will give five rare stamps from provinces
in native India for every dollar, used, U. S. stamp;
not revenue.
GOOD NEWS.—Charles Hetrick,
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: Daa ar | Iowa, has Goop News from No. 82 to 258 to exchange
others because we are getting plenty of New Yorkers |
for Vols. 1 and 2 of Goop News; will also exchange
two Secret Service Series, for novels, or best offer.
STAMPS.—Herbert B. Caring, 10 Hubbell Park,
Rochester, N. Y., will give 100 different foreign
| Stamps for every twenty-five different United States,
or 200 different foreign for every fifty United States.
He has also other good stamp exchanges. Send list
of stamps to exchange, and receive his.
CAMERA.—John Riley, 11 Malden street, Boston,
Mass., will exchange a photograph camera and out-
fit, cost, $3.50, for Columbian or common unused
Stamps, or Stamps to the value of $1.25.
STAMPS.—N. R. Lowry, 3306 King street, Austin,
Texas, has a stamp album, 300 foreign stamps, and 300
stamp hinges, to exchange for a 30c, Columbian in
good condition, thirty foreign stamps for each Nick
| Carter Library, if in fine condition.
| town, 8.
MISCELLANEOUS.—B. I. Hazard, Jr., George-
C., has forty-one Goop Nrws, and sixteen
other boys’ papers; also 125 2c. Columbians, and sixty-
five Ic. stamps, fifteen picture cards, and 250 sea
shells, assorted, to exchange fora good ball-bearing
pueumatic safety bicycle, from 27 to 30 inches. =
READING MATTER.—Arthur Breitenstein, 1339
| Angular street, Burlington, Iowa, has reading matter
to exchange for base-ball mit, or sweater; also foreign
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and alot of comic electrotypes, and other printing
material for best offer in old coins or stamps.
MISCELLANEOUS.—J. J. Sippy, Belle Plaine,
Kansas, has three 5-cent libraries, one book of magic
of 8. & S. Manual Library, two 25-cent novels, a
stamp album containing 800 stamps, 4,000 foreign and
United States stamps, and fifty numbers of boy’s
papers to, exchange for birds’ eggs or disguises and
makeups. ;
MISCELLANEOUS.—Clarence Ayers, Deckertown,
N. J., has 170 boy’s papers, 120 5 and 10-cent libraries,
3,000 foreign and 600 Columbian stamps, fifteen hand-
books on many subjects, three books by Nick Carter,
and many other articles to exchange for an elec-
tric lamp of two, three, or four candle-power, an
electric battery, typewriter, medical battery, Vol. 1
Good News or better offer. Correspondence solicited
from all, and aall letters answered.
BOYS’ PAPERS.—C. H. Henken, 75 Park street,
Hackensack, N. J., has volumes of. Goop NEws, and
other reading matter, to exchange for a banjo, guitar,
or mandolin; reading matter for ventriloquist figures.
BOOKS AND NOVELS.—Clarence Wall, 636 W.
14th street, Chicago, Ill., has about twelve 25-cent
novels, in fine condition, to exchange for Vol. 1 or
2 of Goop NrEws; also several cloth-bound books, in
fine condition, to exchange for volumes of Goop News,
All letters answered. '
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Astoria, N. Y., has Goon NrEws 237 to 255, and 2638 to
date, twenty 10-cent novels, 500 foreign stamps, small
BOYS’ PAPERS.—A. Nietzel, 511 Main street, Mus-
catine, Lowa, hasa large number of boys’ papers to
exchange for Vol. 9 or 10 of Goop Nrws.
BOYS’ PAPERS.—John W. Hall, 159 Carlisle ave-
nue, Cincinnati, Ohio, has 115 numbers of boys’ papers
to exchange for Goop NrEws, before No. 259, or the
best offer in reading matter.
GOOD NEWS.—Louis Hagemann, 802 Cady street,
Watertown, Wis., has Goop NEws, Nos. 17 to 28, 32
to 34, 127 to 140, 144 to 158, 160 to 162, 164 and 165, 167 to
189, 192 to 203, 236 to 239, 248 to 247, 249 to 253 to ex-
change for best offer in reading matter,
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ber) 812 Court street, Cincinnati, Ohio, will give in
exchange for 750 Columbian stamps one cloth-bound
book from one of the following authors: George Hliot,
Charles Dickens, and Fenimore Cooper.
PRINTING MATERIAL,—Frank A. Lewis, Glen
Cove, Long Island, N. Y., has printing press, with
four fonts of type, large type-case, anda few cuts to
exchange for best offer.
STAMPS, ETC.—H. J. Warnsganz, 703 2d avenue,
New York city, has 300 valuable foreign postage
stamps, some issued 1865; also twenty different picture
albums to exchange for best offer.
MISCELLANEOUS.—S. O. Backenstose, 231 Parke
street, Pontiac, Mich., has bound books by Alger,
volumes of boys’ papers, paper-covered books, and
many other articles to trade for reading matter of any
kind; will give good exchange for a league base-ball
in good condition.
- BOOKS.—H. C. Gidman, Norfolk, Conn., has four
bound books, forty unused foreign stamps ($1.50), and
about fifty numbers of. boys’ papers to exchange for
books. by Alexander Dumas, reading matter, or best
offer.
READING MATTER.—Edwin 8S. Roberts, Box 223
Danville, Pa., has 125 Goop News and other boys
papers, fifteen 10-cent, fifteen 5-cent novels, and four
25-cent hooks to exchange for electrical works, or best
offer.
VOL. 1 OF GOOD NEWS.—William Travers, 11
Joy place, Somerville, Mass., has Vol. 1 of Goop
News toexchange for volumes of other papers or
stamps. All letters answered.
MAGIC LANTERN.—A. A. Scott, 423 Ringold
street, McKeesport, Pa., has a magic lantern, with 126
views, to exchange for a pair of opera-glasses, or best
offer.
STAMPS.—Cyril Keyes, 1206 East 12th street, Kan-
sas City,.Mo., will give twenty-five all different
stamps for the 15c. Columbian; forty-five all different
stamps for 30c. Columbian; seventy-five all different
for 50c. Columbian; 200 all different for $1 Columbian,
and 250 all different for $2 or $3 Columbians. Colum-
bians must be new or lightly canceled.
READING MATTER.—Joseph Reiter, 33 Jefferson
avenue, Chippewa Falls, Wis., has 250 story papers,
350 different amateur papers, cloth and paper-bound
books, $10 worth of pictures, and many other kinds of
articles to exchange for type, or printing material of
aby kind,
MISCELLANEOUS.—Byron Weldon, 208 Mulberry
street, Newark, N. J., has two printing preses (small),
300 picture cards, 200 postal stamps, assorted foreign
and United States; pair opera-glasses, three old coins,
and u few old novels to exchange for magic lantern,
slides 144x644, or for best offer.
NOVELS AND STAMPS.—H. W. Wickham, 1422
Germantown street, Dayton, Ohio, has two 10-cent
novels, seventy-five foreign stamps, and boys’ papers
to exchange for best offer.
MISCELLANEOUS.—H. R. Cooper, Jr., Orange
Cal., has United States and foreign stamps, set phono-
graphic works (Beim Pitmen’s), minerals, and phila-
telic papers to exchange for stamps, press (self-inker),
and philatelic papers. Correspondence solicited.
STAMPS,.—William Borches, 116 West 6th street,
Newport, Ky., has stamps to exchange for anything
useful. Send for list.
STAMPS.—Charles C. Rogers, 115 West 15th street, ©
New York city, has Vols. 2, 3, 4, 5, 6,7,and 8 Goop
NEws, 1,000 fine, mixed United States and foreign
stamps, five sheets gummed paper, and over 1,000
| Varieties United States, and foreign stamps to ex-
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for Good NEws between 200 and 237, or between 108
and 193, or before 174, or bound books, reading mat- |
ter, coins, or stamp album, or best offer.
PRINTING PRESS AND MAGIC LANTERN.—
August Gehling, Newark, N. J., has a hand-inking
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1 of Goop NEws.
GOOD NEWS, ETC.—Jubal Clark, Jr., 484 S. 5th
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in Vol. 10, two novels, and comic library, to exchange
for 267, 268, 269, and 274, in good condition. All letters
answered.
STAMPS.—W. B. Carlton, Miller’s Falls, Mass.,
has a stamp album, new, cost $2.50, to exchange for
good United States stamps; 100 le. Columbian stamps
for every 100 good foreign; a 8d. New Brunswick for
a 10c. 18477 Wants philatelic correspondents.
READING MATTER.—G. D. Bliss, Sherman, N.
Y., has 5 and 10-cent libraries to exchange for Goop
News between 239 and 267.
MISCELLANEOUS.—Julius Wolff, 40214 Grove
street, San Francisco, Cal., has two bound books, a
volume of boys’ magazines, 500 Columbian stamps,
and two self-inking rubber stamps, to exchange for
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street, Louisville, Ky., has foreign stamps, receipes,
printing, reading matter, etc., to exchange for back
numbers of Goop Nerws, unused United States
stamps, type, unabridged dictionary, or offers.
CAMERA, ETC.—Edward Draper, 22 Lagrange
street, Worcester, Mass., has a Harvard camera, in
good condition; 2,000 2c., 300 Ic., 40 10c,, ete.; one dev-
eline whistle, four puzzles, and five novels to ex-
change for best offer in electrical goods, or electrical
books.
MISCELLANEOUS.—I. J. Vincent, 9 North Union
street, Rochester, N. Y., has a banjo, cost $18; $5 box-
ing-gloves, mainsail and jib, two books by Dumas
(clotb-bound), and story papers to exchange for a col-
lection of stamps, or volumes of Goop NEws.
READING MATTER.—J. Smith, 153 East 87th
street, New York city, will give thirty-eight story
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CHAPTER V.
*RASTUS AT THE TUG-OF-WAR.
UT at the next meeting night of the
Zulu Guards, ’Rastus bobbed up just
/ as if nothing out of the ordinary had
275 happened.
He had paid his initiation, and he meant
to hang fast.
‘All a mistake,’’ he said to Captain Guff.
‘*Let’s shake hands and try ag’in.”’
And as Chute also put in a good word, he
was reinstated.
‘‘But be kereful wot yo’ do,’’
Guff.
““Or yo’ git yo’. head tuk off,’’ finished
Major Sudge.
But this evening ’Rastus was on his guard.
He had a little plan of his own on deck
for getting even.
If the others thought he had forgotten all
about what had taken place on the first
night, why, they were mistaken, that is all.
They simply didn’t know our ’Rastus.
That coon was not inclined ta forget any
one that slugged him.
He knew every one of the men who had
tried to down him,
There was the major, Captain Guff, and
six or seven of the other coons.
warned
. ’
‘‘Jest give me de chance, an’ I’ll get even
*nough, see ef I don’t,’? he murmured to
himself.
At the end of the evening’s drill, Major
Sudge announced a grand tug-of-war to
take place in the hall one week later.
Tickets had been placed on sale, and a big
crowd was expected.
The teams were,to be composed of three
men each from Companies A and B, and
Captain Guff for head man on one side, and
himself as head man on the other.
’Rastus grinned when he heard who the
men were to be. :
‘“‘Jest de niggahs I wants ter git squar’
wid,’’ he said to himself. ‘‘Oh, my, wot a
chance fo’ fun!?’
And then to show what an interest he took
in the affair, he promised to take twenty
tickets, to be paid for two weeks later.
‘*Good fo’ yo’!’’ eried Major Sudge. ‘‘I
make a motion dat Private Doolittle be
made de handkerchief holder ob de ’casion.’’
And the motion was'carried on the spot.
‘*Wot’s I got ter do?’’ asked ’ Rastus.
‘Furnish de rope an’ hol’ de middle till
de time cums fo’ de pullin’ ter begin.’’
‘*Ke-reck; I’ll git de rope an’ hol’ her,’’
said ’Rastus; and he smiled all over his
mug. '
During the next day he got off an hour
while old Latinass was taking a snooze and
bought a rope.
A good thick, solid-looking rope.
Then he borrowed a pen-knife, and, with
the thin blade, cut the inside strands of the
rope, directly in the middle of the piece.
Then he tarred the piece all over, making
it look as if it was strong enough to pulla
canal-boat.
When the night came for the tug-of-war,
the drill hall was packed.
Each team was confident of winning, and
quite some money was up.
‘*Got dat rope?’’ asked the n\ajor.
‘‘Here she am,’’ said ’Rastus, producing
it. /
‘*Mighty fine piece, an’ no mistake,’’ re-
marked the major, examining it. ‘‘Eh,
capt’n?”’
“Yes, sah; strong ’nough ter pull yo’
ober de line.’’
‘‘Huh! yo’ is de one dat comes along
w’en I pulls.”’
In the center of the hall cleats had been
nailed to the floor so that both sides could
keep from slipping.
At the right time both sets of .coons took
their places.
’Rastus handed them the rope.
**Now doan’ yo’ pull till I gives de word,’’
he cautioned.
Then every man grabbed the rope, set his
teeth, and resolved to do or die.
‘Is yo’ all ready?’ asked ’ Rastus.
He held a handkerchief in one hand, and
the middle of the -rope in the other.
There was a grunt.
oar 7.
And he dropped the rag and let go the
rope.
As he did so both teams dropped their
weight on either side of the cleats.
And held on like a bull-dog to the calf of
a man’s leg.
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‘tA good start!’’? cried ’Rastus. ‘An’ |
may de best team win.”’ |
And then he slid into the crowd to watch |
the fun. i
Major Sudge at one end of the rope was |
puffing like a locomotive with the grip;
Japtain Guff at the other strained till his |
eyeballs stuck clear out of his head.
The other coons, in all kinds of positions,
j Giving allof the | |
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were doing their level best.
LIBRARY, 29 Rose St., New York.
It was one of the greatest tugs-of-war on
record,
‘*Hol’ it, majah!’’
‘* Yank him ober, capt’n
‘*Whoop her up fo’? Company A!’’
‘Make her tell fo’ Company B!”’
The crowd began to get excited, and edged
closer.
But ’Rastus kept back.
‘*Who puts up ten agin de. majah’s team?’’
‘*T do, and make her five mo’.”’
‘* Yo’ fool coon, yo’ lose suah.’’
‘‘T got de, dust wot says no.’’
‘‘Go-long, yo’ doan know nuffin.’’
And in their interest, the crowd came
closer and closer.
‘*Keep back dar!’’ shouted Sergeant Pop-
gun. ‘‘Gib‘de men a chance. Dis is a fust-
class tug——’’
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Over went both teams, turning seventeen
somersaults in five seconds:
Major Sudge came down on the back of
his head with a whack that could be heard
a block away.
Then he turned over three times and] !
landed plump with his pate in his wife’s
bread-basket. y
Captain Guff came down on his ear, and
then planted his feet right in Sergeant Pop-
gun’s face, thereby dislocating five teeth,
and putting one eye in mourning.
The rest of the teams slewed around gen-
erally.
It was a tumble never to be forgotten.
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‘‘Wah!’?? howled Mammy Sudge. ‘‘Whad |
fo’ yo’ kick me like dat?’’ b
‘‘Oh, my teef!’’ moaned Sergeant Popgun.
‘*De rope’s busted.’’ f
‘*Who yo’ kickin’?”’ e
‘*Vo’ knocked de bret clear outer me!’’
In a moment there was the wildest kind | ¢g
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Mammy Sudge went for her husband red | }
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trated: Floating, Kick, Arm,
Breast, Side and Racing
‘*Punch me in de stummick, will yo’?’’
she screamed, bringing her umbrella down | 5
over his head, ‘‘I’ll teach yo’ ter be mo’
perlite.’’
And she whacked him right end left.
from the sergeant.
knocked out without resenting it. a
And every other member of the teams was
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what had happened and smooth things over.
But the crowd, that had been struck as if
by a cyclone, didn’t want to be talked to.
Then it sailed in for blood and revenge.
And got both.
’Rastus, standing in a corner, laughed till
his sides ached.
‘*Now, I’se reckon I’se squar’ wid dem,’’
he muttered. ‘‘De coon wot takes dis chile
fo’ a fool gets left most tremendous.’’
And leaving all to settle their difficulties
as best they could, he sneaked out into the
hallway.
Here stood the table of the ticket-taker.
On it was a cigar-box full of quarters and
half dollars.
No one was around, the coon in charge
having run into the hall to see what the row
was about.
‘‘Da owes me dat money 'wot I’se paid
in,’’ said ’Rastus, to himself. ‘‘Five, an’
ten to Cute, an’ ten on de suit. I guess I’se
dun gone scoop de pile.”’
And with the cigar-box under his arm, he
skedaddled.
(TO BE CONTINUED.)
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sent postpaid to any ad- 10¢ Address MANUAL LIBRARY,
dress on receipt of price, . 29 Rose St., New York,
Good News Binder
Price 50 Cents.
Answers the purpose of a bound volume. Holding
fifty-two copies comfortably.
It is, without doubt, the finest binder ever offered
even for double the price we ask, and is indispens-
able to those who are keeping their papers, as it
not only preserves GOOD NEws for future reference,
and from being lost, but keeps them clean, and in
good order. Itis both useful and ornamental.
It has a durable black embossed cover with
flexible back, and a gold stamp title on the outside
cover, It opens flatas any book, and each week's
paper can be inserted as soon as received, Full
directions for inserting the paper accompany each
binder.
We will send the Goop Nrws binder, and a pack-
age of binder pins, postpaid, to any address on re-
ceipt of 50 cents.
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BOOKS BY POPULAR AUTHORS!
We will send to any address, post-paid, the following books, on receipt of the low price of
TEN CENTS EACH, OR THREE FOR TWENTY-FIVE CENTS.
There will be no reprint editions.
AFLOAT WITH A CIRCUS;
OR,
THE DIAMOND-SEEKERS OF NATAL.
By Henry L. BLAck.
BOY CARIBAU-HUNTERS ;
OR,
THE TREASURE-TROVE OF HUDSON BAY,
By Cuas. B. Cross.
WESTWARD HO;
OR,
THE CABIN IN THE CLEARING.
By HENRY L. BLACK.
ARTHUR HELMUTH.
BY
EpWARD 8. ELLIs.
You may never again have such a good opportu
Early orders requested.
WORKING HIS WAY;
; OR,
THE BROOKVILLE BOY’S CLUB.
By Dwieut WELDEN.
ALL ABOARD;
OR,
THE RIVAL BOAT CLUBS.
By WELDEN C. CoBR.
CAMP AND CANOE;
OR,
THE RED JACKETS IN FLORIDA.
By St GrorGrE RATHBORNE.
THE RAJAH'S FORTRESS.
BY
WM. MuRRAY GRAYDON.
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of marriageable people, many rich, lists of rare
books, etc., free. GUNNELS’ MontH LY, Toledo, Ohio,
Mention Good News.
Adaress STREET & SMITH, 29 Rose Street, New York.
while Teething. 25 centsa bottlé