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AUGUST 30, 1902
THE SUNNY SOUTH
THIRD PAGE
President Roosevelt Soon To Be Resident of
^ Poor Farm ^
This Pistol Settled Disputes of Honor For! JAou/dBecome ®
I Fashion
Famous Southerners
HEN the president of the
United States, during ths
course of his New Eng
land trip, visits his secre
tary of the treasury in the
latter’s summer home in
Vermont, he will, perforce,
be a guest on the poor farm
of the town of Charlotte,
Vt. Mr. Shaw himself is |
on<\ and another illustrious ,
resident is David J. Bretf- j
er, associate Justice of the I
Lnited States supreme i
court.
The Justice pars the town $10 a year I
for the privilege of squatting on the !
poor farm. The secretary of the treas- j
-urv. who is at present living in an
other man's cottage, has his site so- |
lected and expects to enter into an ar
rangement for the same extraragar.t
rental.
Just where Theodor* Roosevelt will
he lodged Is a problem that is stirring
the rcort profound minds in the place; !
for the secretary’s cottage has more !
sturdy democratic simplicity than room; ■
the justice’s cottage is full of grandchil- f
<iren, who demand ample space for plav- J
ire Indians and other'games that would, •
r.o doubt, charm th* president, but pos
sibly would interfere with liL peace as
a guest; ard the only hot^l in the place
is characterized hv hospitality tnat is
in inverse ratio to Its abilities In the line
INJUNCTIONS DO N OT ISSUE HERE.
Justice Brewer of the United States supreme court and his rulers, the
grandchildren.
Typictl view of Thompson Point, Vt.
I worn in the country stores and not as
| they are worn in Washington,
j In common with the rest of the popu-
• lace, the justice indulges twice a day
I in the excitement of seeing the steam-
• boat Chateaguay arrive from Burling-
| ton. The Chateaguay always brings
i some stirring surprise, from a piece of
! real news of the outside world to a bar-
! rel of potatoes.
j While Secretary Shaw Is an old Ver-
: monger, having attended school in
Stowe and having been in business in
Burlington, the justice is not a whit
, behind him in patriotic fervor. Al-
. though he is a Kansas man. he signs
; himself “Son in Law of Vermont." be-
: cause he is married to a Vermont
: woman.
; Both of them are full of the lore of
the lake and the mountains. They
know all about the ancient Narrow’s,
the beautiful inlet between Thompsons
I Point and the famous Split Rock, which
' once was the boundary of the Algon-
j quins and the Iroquois, its crossing by
! either tribe being considered as invasion
| and meaning war.
i Secretary Shaw probably will tell the
• president the Indian version of the story
I of Hero and Leander that is woven
around this spot.
There was an Indian Hero. She was an
of lodging a president of the United
States.
When the president enters the quiet
precinct of the* Charlotte poor farm there
is one thing that he will be forced to
leave behind. That is his strenuous life.
The* woods, thick and great as tb*y are,
contain no catamounts nowadays, al
though old ’Squire Atkins, who sits on
the pi* r all day long, has some epics that
he will pour Into the presidential oar re
garding certain passages of dating and
dinger that once transpired between
himself and sundry panthers and bears,
when Mr. Atkins had not reached the age j
of &>, and w’hen he used to prowl on
tne mountains full of ambition and am- |
munition.
The fiercest creature in the lake is the ,
pike perch, which reaches enormous size, '
as all fish do every where, but which, ,
even In the memory of the oldest ir.habi- |
tant, has not been known to attack man. j
In the notol the president can indulge
in the vices of buying chewing gum and j
cigars out of a time-honored case in a j
tiny office.
CVfi Sunday afternoons there is ^hurch j
service on the tavern porch. Sometimes
a sfray clergyman officiates. If the com
munity cannot catch a clergyman, some
grave member of the congregation makes
an impromptu address. Secretary Shaw
has been set down for one. Perhaps the
president will have to officiate himself at
a service.
In addition tor these dissipations, the
president can take walks along the banks
of the lake. He can oven hire a horse
and wagon belonging to the poor farm.
When all these joys have beer, tasted
to the dregs, he can visit the one and
only InmaU of the farm, who dwells
there of inalienable right, being the sin
gle. solitary. lone pauper of Charlotte
He Is an ancient man. much given to ab
stract thinking, and passing his days in
idyllic wise by watching the money roll
ing In from the rental paid by the squat
ters and campers, while the score of
poor farm cows busily fatten themselves,
nature and man thus combining unselfish
ly to support him amply.
This remarkable place for a president’s
visit is known as Thompsons Point. It
Juts out into a most beautiful part of
Lake Champlain, and has
A St>ot the combined charms of
of Rare lake and mountain seen-
Beauty cry to make it lovely. For
is Poor about three-quarters of a
Farm. mile the point is com
posed of rocks and woods,
with just enough soil to nourish the trees.
Being quite useless for agriculture, the
town conceived the idea of laying it out
in half-acre lots for campers, who can
rent a plot for $10 a year, with a lease
for fifteen years.
There are thirty-two camps and cot
tages scattered among the trees now. but
there is so much wilderness that they
tnrely serve to do more than to accen-
THE LANDLADY’S SON
Set Right by n Boarder.
Most people are creatures of habit.
The person who thinks he cannot get
along without his morning drink of cof
fee Is pretty hard to convince unless he
Is treated iike Mrs. Clara Hoffman, of
Portland. Ore., treated her landlady’s
son. She says. "Having suffered with
stomach trouble for several years I de
termined to discontinue the use of coffee
and try Postum Food Coffee.
I carefully followed directions for mak
ing and the result was a beverage very
pleasing to the taste. I induced my hus
band to give it a trial and soon noticed
the improvement.
He complained of ’heart trouble’ but
as he drank coffee I felt sure that this
was the cause. It proved to be so. for
after having used Postum for a short time
his ’heart trouble’ completely disappear-
Wriiien *cr CAt Sunny South
By J. S. WILSON.
FTER having been lost for
a period of thirty-eight
years, one cf the dueling
piste’s of Hon. John Row
an has been recovered by
his granddaughter. Miss
Julia Rowan, of this place.
The fellow to the old wea
pon is still missing, and it
is doubtful if it will ever
again fall into the hands
of its rightful owners.
Th* pistol recovered by
Miss Rowan was pawned
for a paltry sum to a farmer of this coun
ty by a member of the Rowan family
during the civ$j war. By accident Miss
Rowan learned of the weapon’s wherea
bouts and bv paying a liberal sum re
gained possession of it. It had always
been supposed that the pistols were stolen
by federal soldiers during their occupan
cy of the Rowan farm.
The old pistol Is a upique-looking ob
ject. and has a history of more than or
dinary interest. The weapon, including
the grip, measures 16 inches in length and
weighs about two pounds. It is of about
42-caliber and is provided with a flint
lock. It Is heavily mounted with silver
and the grip, which is of ebony, is ele
gantly hand-carved. It was made in
London. England, by one Askew. In 176g.
The pair of dueling pistols w T ere presented
to Judge Rowan at the close of the eight
eenth century by Senator Southa. of
Virginia. This fact is pet forth on a gold
plate at the base of the barrel. Rowan
and Southa served in the senate together
The ancient duel.ing pistol.
weapons were given to the former as a
mark of Southa's esteem.
These old pistols figured in two notable
duels which are prominent in the history
of Kentucky. The first of these famous
affairs was between Judge Rowan and
Dr. Chambers, as the result of a quarrel
at the gaming table. This duel was
fought cn the banks of the Beech Fork
river, near here, in 1S01, and Chambers
was killed. Rowan, who was a dead shot,
designated beforehand the spot at which
his ball would find lodgment in Chambers'
"body. On account of the prominene of
the parties the affair created the greatest
excitement. At his trial, however. Rowan
was acquitted, it being shown that Cham
bers was clearly at fault.
The second affair of honor in which
these pistols figured took place near
Louisville between Hon.* John Rowan. Jr..
and were warm personal friends, and the J a son of Judge Rowan's, and Hon. Tom
Marshall, a Kentucky statesman of wide
renown. In this duel Marshall was shot
in the hip and rendered a cripple for life.
Like his father, young Rowan was a dead
shot and figured prominently in the pub
lic affairs of this country, being minister
to Italy and occupying other high posi
tions.
The old dueling pistols were a source
of much pride to the eider Rowan, and
he prized them highly. In his will he
disposed of them as follows: “My duel
ing pistols I bequeathe to my son John,
and at his death to his oldest son. They
are never to be used by either but when
their honor imperatively demands it,
and in that case I know they will be held
steadily."
The Rowan homestead, situated near
here, is known as Federal Hill, and is fa
mous as the birthplace of “My Old Ken
tucky Home,” Stephen Collins Foster’s
celebated song.
Prize Squashes
By GEORGE WOODS.
HERE was only forty rods
between the farm houses
of Joel Warren and Ab
ner Gray, and they had
lived at peace with each
other for fifteen years,
when a 'break came. It
was not at all the fault
<of the fold \folks. Tom,
Warren, the 12-year-old
son on one side, and Mary
Gray, the 18-year-old
daughter on the other,
were responsible. They
had grown up together as children, gone
to school together and looked upon each
other as brother and sister. There had
been no such feeiing as love between them
until the last year, though the sentiment
had been lying dormant, like a field mouse
In cold weather. It was only after Tom
had seen Bessie Raynor home from a
spelling school and dallied as long as he
could on the way, and Mary had gone to
a circus in town with Ben Fletcher that
Jealousy, which is often the first sign of
love, entered their hearts. Then they
set out to make each other feel real bad.
Tom escorted one of the Parson girls to
a picnic, and Mary went boat riding on
the lake with Charley Taylor. Tom
praised the gray eyes of Lucy Hopewell,
and Mary went Into rapture? over Pete
Dingwell’s Roman nose. The two In
stinctively drew away from each other,
and never met except to peck and sneer.
There had been years of monotony be
fore, and the break was one to be en
joyed.
Matters had onlpr become half serious
rhen a spotted hog preclpitf ted things.
•ot as close to the fence on her side
as convenient, and the two worked away
•here for hours at a time within 20 feet
of each other with silent contempt for
each other’s presence.
Nc sooner had the seeds sprouted than
there was a bitter rivalrv between the
vines, and later on, when the squashe#
themselves appeared, it was which and
’tiothor day and night. They w’ere
watched and watered and tended as no
two squashes had ever been before in
Parkin county. Something more than
the fate of nations hung upon their wel
fare. They grew’ and grew. They swell
ed up and bulged out and became con
ceited. They regarded each other with
jealousy and disdain and contempt. Every
day T*>m Warren got two or three peeps
through the fence at the rival squash, and
wished it might he stricken down in its
prime, and every day as well Mary man#
ag-’d to note whether her enemy was
gaining or losing. An unbiased tramp,
taking those two squashes foh water
melons in the darkness, would have hes
itated long as to which should become
Ms captive.
The days' passed and the weeks passed,
but those squashes dkl not stand still.
They knew their business, and toed the
Hogs have seldom onixed themselves up mark. Every family along the Six-Mile
j with love affairs, either in the city or ( roa< * knew’ of the lovers' quarrel and en-
\ativ? men, thev didn't care to risk their T about equally divided in their hopes and
reputations on something a tramp might
carry off on his shoulder. Tom. however,
decided to go in for a big squash, and the
news had no sooner reached Mary’s ears
than she determined to beat him. Natu
rally enough under the circumstances,
he prepared his ground and planted his
seeds close to the line fence, where the
sight of his squash, growing an swell
ing every day, must make Mary wish
she hadn’t done it. Just as naturally, as
fears. There was one good feature abm|t
the affair. Neither Tom nor Mary were
mean-spirited enough to believe that the
other w’ould take any undue advantage,
such as using a club or a pitchfork in the
dark. From the size of filberts, those
squashes grew to the size of quart bowls
—to peck measures—to beer kegs, and the
end was not yet. It seemed as if they
had got a hump on themselves and
couldn’t stop growing as long as there
soon as she saw him at work, the girl i was any room left in the garden. At
Tavern, post office, general store, tobacconist's, confectioner’s, Sunday
meeting place and spo rting headquarters combined.
tuate the primitive nature of the land.
Secretary Shaw has become .an enthu
siast. and if the president should attempt
to talk high finance with him the chances
•are that the conversation will insist on
turning to the place that Mr. Shaw has
selected for his home. At present? he and
his family occupy the Roberts cottage. It
is owned by a Connecticut minister.
The boss of the country’s mints lives
as simply as any farmer on his visits
there. He gets up every morning at 6
o’clock and rambles around the place as -Re-gioch-ne; the point opposite tney
if there w’ere no such thing as a dollar named for her Re-gio-c ne.
in the world. Almost every morning ho i Southeast of the point is a large bay,
takes a long walk through the woods, j which was called the Bay ot A essels
Sometimes he* goes fishing. Mr. Shaw | The fleets mustered during the French
is a religious man. however, and it is j and Indian wars met there. strange
quite impossible to lure him into com- | fleets they were-great war canoes full
milting himself as to the weights of those | of painted, silent men—dugouts with the
Iroquois. There was an Indian Leander.
He was a Mohawk. The Mohawk I^ean-
der used to swim this Vermont Helles
pont to woo his Hero. One dark and
stormy night the black waters that lie
deep and cold at the base of the cleft
held him in their wet embrace, and the
Iroquois Hero waited in vain until the
yellow dawn came over the hills. She
found him on the rocks, and the Indian
story says that her mouth never smiled
and her eyes never looked love again.
They named the Cleft Rock after him
ed.
Last year we went cast and while there
boarded with a private family. Our land
lady complained of sleeplessness and her
son cf obstinate stomach trouble. It was
a plain case of coffee poisoning in both.
Knowing what Postum had done for me
I advised a trial but the son declared he
wanted none of that ’weak, watery stuff.*
Well I had been- making Postum Coffee
for myself and husband and next morning
1 offered him a cup and he drank it not
knowing what it was. ’Well,’ I said*
’You seem to like Postum after all.*
•What.’ he exclaimed, ’that was not Post
um. why, that tasted fine. Mother if
you learn to make it like this I will
always drink it.’ The next morning she
watched me and I explained the import
ance of allowing it to boil long enough.
After that we all drank it regularly and
our landlady and her son soon began to
get well. They continued its use after
w- returned home and recently wrote mo
that they are improving daily.”
that he catches or the bigger ones that
got away.
Wherever he goes, except when he goes
fishing, he is accompanied by the “best
woman in the world." The best woman in
the world recently sat on the. rustic
porch of the little’ cottage, and. full of
pride in her husband and loye for him.
she told how once—long before Iowa
elected him to the chair of governor—he
smt her a letter while he was away
from home. He did not address it to her
by name. The address on the envelope
was simply:
“The Best Woman in the World.
“Des Moines. Iowa.”
And. said the happy woman, with laugh
ter In which delight and sentiment were
prettily mingled, the letter was delivered
to her without question. The postoffice
folk knew Mr. Shaw’s handwriting, and
even the official mind knew that to him
there was only one woman like that.
Mr. Shaw has installed an official look
ing desk in the small room called a li
brary. more for convenience in referring
to it than for any attributes that deserve
the name. The desk is the only piece of
furniture in the place that suggests busi
ness. The antique tidy holds the fort
there, and from carpet to print curtains
everything Is redolent of “ ’way back in
Vermont.”
The dining room is even simpler than
the library. Tne tabl* Is covered with a
red and white checked cloth, and the
decorations are of the land. It looks
like a room in a nice country boarding
house.
Justice Brewer lives in his own house
—at least, as much of it as his grand
children will let him own. Mostly they
climb over the porch and the trees and
the justice with generous impartiality.
He likes it. Injunctions do not issue
there, and if they did. they “wouldn t go.
The justice is a satisfying sight when
he sallies forth to the tavern. He does
not go there for the purposes trvu one
might suspect from th'is
bald statement. He goes
there for his mail, the
tavern being the hotel,
general store. Sunday
meetifig place and post-
office combined.
The postmistress is the wife of Mar
tin Williams, the tavern keeper. She
thinks that there is nobody like the jus-
.traightest and keenest and bravest men
j of Europe—crafts of adventurers, and
j zealots and marauders and civilizers all
j bent together on the one errand of war.
I Did the eye of any dreamer among
I them see a vision of the nation whose
peaceful government is so simply repre
sented there this year?
In those days the land was full of deer
and the lake was full < f fish. The big
wall-eyed pike or pike perch still are
plentiful, and specimens measuring more
than 2 feet have been taken frequently.
There are no deer nowadays, but that
ancient man. ’Squire Atkins, knows of
times when there were lots of them, and
he stands prepared to tell Theodore
Roosevelt the full and plain facts con
cerning them.
Smoking Changes.
New Yorker: Changes in popular hah
its take place by such gradual degrees
that they pass unnoticed by the majority
of people. For instance, to whom, save
those directly interested in the matter,
has it occurred that one of the most
sweeping changes in the smoking habits
of the people at large is taking place?
A quarter of a century ago the cigarette
smoker was the exception; for nearly a
decade he has been the rule, and a gigan
tic industry has been founded on what
seemed at first a temporary whim of the
erstwhile smokers of cigars. But save
for a handful of Spaniards and Spanish
South Americans, scarcely any one ten
years ago dreamed of rolling his own
cigarette. “Too much trouble, and the
ready-made ones are so cheap!" summed
up the mental attitude of the smoker
on the subject. Then by degrees it was
discovered that the hand-rolled cigarette
possessed the virtues that did not belong
to the factory-rolled article. It smoked
better, in the first place; iAs contents
were under the smoker’s own supervision,
in the second, and he could choose his
cwn tobacco and paper. Finally, its cost
was infinitesimal as compared with
“boughten” ones of the same quality.
Now it is astonishing how many men roll
their own cigarettes* It was one of the
officers of the so-called tobacco trust who
cabled n v attention to this. “In the last
five years.” he said, “the sale of
(“mentioning the most popular and most
tice. He wears a fine aged cap with , extensively advertised brand) “has de
flap. Under it his white hair sticks out ! creased by several millions a year, while
in true Green mountain style, hallowed j the sale of " (and h? Lined an equal-
since the days of the Green Mountain . ly well kr.own bran$ of package smok-
Boys • of 1776. He sticks to the frock I Ing tobacco) “has increased in inverse
coat, but wears it as frock coats are proportion.” . _ _ . _
country, but in this case the porker was
full of enterprise and ambition. He be
longed to Farmer Gray, and one day he
got out of the field where he had been
rooting for treasure and brought up
among the potato hills of his neighbor.
It was Tom Warren who discovered him
and clubbed him out and clubbed him
down the highway homeward. Ever\y
time he thumped that hog with a stone
Or brought him a whack with a club he
felt as if he were bestowing a box on
Mary’s ears, and there was a calm, quiet
enjoyment in It. Once in the road and
headed for home, the hog. urged on by a
last thump, struck a gait and didn’t pro
pose to turn out for anything smaller
yian a haystack. It so happened that
Mary was crossing the road to the bam
to deliver some message to her father,
and there was a case of assault and bat
tery. In other words, the spotted hog
drove against her and upset her and roll
ed her over In the dust, and Tom War
ren never came running to help h^r up.
That he had witnessed the accident was a
certainty, and that he was “glad on’t”
was equally a certainty, and when Mary
got up and limped Into the house she
vowed that she would never, never for
give him. When she reported that Tom
Warren had coolly, calmly and mali
ciously encouraged a spotted hog to at
tack her the old folks had to come Into
the quarrel, and so it came about that
there was an end to the borrowing of
plow's, hoes, shovels, flatirons and quilt
frames.
During that winter Tom Warren en
gaged himself to no less than se\*eff dif
ferent girls, and Mary Gray had about
fifteen young farmers riding up and
down the highway in all sorts of weath
er. It was “Mr. 'Warner** and ‘Miss
Gray” when the two principals happened
to meet, and though both realized that
they were making idiots of themselves,
pride whispered to them not to give in.
When pride wasn’t whispering, Mrs.
Gray was saying:
“If that Tom wants to make a fool
of himself. let him go ahead, but as for ,
you, if you don’t hold your chin and
your nose up and show him that you
arc forty times better than he is, I won’t
own you for a daughter.”
Mrs. Warren encouraged Tom in the
same strain, and when spring opened
thtre was no longer any chance of the
yawning chasm being bridged. It wa*
early announced by the county fair of
ficials that an extra prize would be offer
ed that year for big squashes. Farmer
Warren had always taken prizes for po
tatoes almost as large as a peck meas
ure. and Farmer Gray had always gone
in for com. with ears a foot long, and
they didn’t care to change. As conser- j
tered into the contest, and they were
sundown one night in the earl}’ days of
September, and when a week more would
have seen them on their way to the fair,
a last look show’ed them to be all right.
At sunrise next morning, when Tom
Warren sauntered out to see if the perils
of night had been safely passed, he be
held a scene to raise his hair. The line
fence had been hooked down by a cow.
which was ^i'ing dead and swollen on
the ground, while Mary Gray sat on a
stone sobbing, with her face in her hands.
As for the squashes, they were only
mangled remains. In the dead of fhe
night that stray cow had broken In from
the highway to satisfy her hunger. As
her choice lay between potato tops and
squashes, she select»fi the latter and
overdid the thing and yielded up her life
to her appetite. It was all plain to Mary,
and It was all plain to Tom.
“Durn her hide!” said Tom as Mary
looked up at him through her tears.
“I’m gosh-durned sorry,” he added as
the girl sobbed.
“Do—do you mean it, Tom?” she gasped
after a bit.
“Of course I do.”
“Then I’m sorry, too.”
“She’s eaten up our pTize squashes.”
“But she—she hasn’t eaten us up!”
“N—o.” slowly replied Toro. as ho
helped her up and kissed her and whis
pered that they’d better quit fooling and
get married.
Rev Henry 5mith, Able
vSeaman
By JOHN CLEMENT.
~i WAS 4 inches over 6 feet
and straight. His breadth
of shoulder and depth of
chest were so great as to
dwarf his height. His
strength was that of a
bull. Fear he did not
know, but the project out
lined by his companion, a
slender, quick-moving lit
tle man in the go-ashore
garb of an American sailor,
took his breath.
“Man! We can never do
it.” said he. “Why. she’ll be carrying at
least forty men for’ard, four officers, a
cook, a steward, two carpenters, and a
half dozen boys, besides the captain—fif
ty-five all told, and maybe more—two
men to handle all them!”
The little man looked at him curiously.
“It’s the first time I ever knew Peter
Carey to be afraid," said he. musingly.
Peter Carey, the giant, flushed to his
hair, and stiffened; then he laughed.
“You know better, Henri, me lad, but the
chap that butted heads with a goat wasn’t
the first to find that there’s no courage
in doin’ a foolish thing.”
Henri, half French, half Italian, ex-
privateersman, ex-siave runner, handy
man at anything, knew men and many
things. Above all he knew Peter Carey",
and that he, Henri, had but to say the
word to be followed into hell itself by
this overgrown Mother Carey’s chicken.
The full-rigged clipper ship Golden Dawn
was scheduled to sail in ten days from
New York to San Francisco, and Henri,
in a manner known only to himself, had
learned a carefully guarded secret; that
she w’ould carry in addition to a general
cargo $250,000 in gold, the capital of a
bank to be established in the new me
tropolis. The "Union Pacific railroad was
not yet completed; a turbulent crowd ot
immigrant gold-seekers thronged the isth
mian route, and the consignees preferred
the dangers of the sea to probable repri
sal by Indians or highwaymen.
“I’ll show you how to handle fifty men
or a hundred for that matter." said Henri,
quietly. "Do you lay in a good deep-sea
outfit; get a bag for your bedding, but no
chest, that’ll have to be made—over 5 feet
long, with a false bottom. We’ll sign on
tomorrow.”
Justice
Brew*r
Visits the
Town
Tavern.
When the Golden Dawn stood out by
Sandy Hook there were no more efficient
men among her crew than the two whom
the articles recorded as Peter Brown and
Henry Smith. The first w’as an enor
mous man. too big for his bunk, which
was bt .lt fo- a child, h* said. The sec
ond was a quiet, retiring little chap, whose
sole recreation was in reading a well-
worn copy of the Bible and singing
hymns in a stirring baritone voice, which
his shipmates listened to with delight.
The Golden Dawn slipped down to the
line, through the doldrums, and was
abreast of the Horn in forty-one days, a
record passage, and soon had forced her
way through the tempestuous seas and
dreary cold of that inhospitable quarter
into the sun and warmth of the Pacific.
The superstitious sailors were not long
in ascribing their pleasant voyage to the
piety of their accomplished shipmate, and
at his request they asked and were cheer
fully granted permission by Captain An
derson to hold religious services every
Sunday afternoon. From this time on
from the vantage of the main hatch,
with an empty sugar barrel for a pulpit,
the sailor-preacher held forth each week
to an ever-increasing audience.
There was the story of Jonah and the
whale; of Christ’s rescue of His disciples
from the fury of the storm and of His
coming to them on the water; the feed
ing of the multitude; all so. graphically
illustrated by wealth of anecdote and
ready application to their own surround
ings that even the bluff old skipper be
came interested and listened with in
creasing respect for the man and his ac
quaintance with his subject.
There was one exception. Big Peter
Brown openly scoffed and sneered and
bullyragged the preacher until only his
great strength, coupled with his well-
known willingness to use it, saved him
from assault by his exasperated ship
mates.
“Blow me!” he snorted, “if ever I
looked to be sailin’ the seas with a ship
load cf gospel sharks! Will I come to
the meetin’? Not much I won't!” and
he would storm into the forecastle and
remain there until the meeting was over,
when he would hasten on deck to escape
the constant argument over the points
of the sermon.
But as the Golden Dawn crept well up
into the southeast trades, the big sailor
was detected surreptitiously listeniifr
from behind a water butt, and one Sun
day afternoon he came slowly up from
below, clad in a long oilskin coat for
protection against a threatening shower,
and shamefacedly made his way as far
aft as sea etiquette would ftkrmlt to a
seat near the captain. His shipmates
nudged one another and hid broad smiles
j behind broader hands. Every man and
j boy, with the exception of the man at
j.the wheel, was present. Never had the
| little sailor preached so well, and when,
j with
j forsake
! temptations of the devil, he closed, say-
! ing softly and reverently, “Let us pray,”
every hat was off and every head bowed.
But instead of the accustomed words
of supplication, there was a rattle and
Chicago Inter Ocean: Lady Raglan,
decked in her coronation robes, sat in the
| drawing room of her country house at
Beckenham last Wednesday and permute*!
the farmers and tradesmen to come in
| and look at her for 6 cents a head.
1 Lady Raglan did this, not because she
I was prompted bv vanity to exhibit her
self or her clothes, bat entirely for char-
• ity’s sake The managers ot a hospital
were in need ot funds and the idea struck
them that the funds they needed might
be got in this way. So. with Lady Rag
lan s consent, they advertised her and ad
vised the villagers of Beckenham to come
early and avoid the rush.
It is announced by cable that the total
receipts were sufficiently large to encour
age the thought that’other ladies of tiii
nobility who were present at the corona
tion will follow her example.
So Lady Raglan's performance may be-
j come a fashion. Ard If it becomes a fash-
j ion it will ’certainly spread to this coun-
j try. And if It spreads to this country it
will be carried to the limit.
The American duchesses and peeresses
probably would introduce it here by ex
hibiting themselves, as did Lady Raglan,
in their coronation robes, but tne corona
tion robes will be dropped in' TTrne for
other and later novelties in costumes.
When the fashion passes beyond the con
trol of the American duchesses and peer
esses and beyond the limits of Newport
it is likely to take all sorts of turns pe
culiar to tbe American way of doing
things. Our society women who wish to
help the hospitals, orphan asylums and
churches will find it somewhat difficult to
attract crowds, of course, by simply ar
raying themselves in their latest Parisian
costumes and sitting in their drawing
rooms. They must do something out of
the common to attract the attention of the
crowd and bring in the money. So we
may look forward, perhaps, to announce
ments of this kind:
Mrs. Winslow Farragut Jones will ap
pear in her new’ Worth gown at her res*
dence next Friday She will sing coon
songs at Intel vals during the day. Bene
fit of the newsboys' mission. Admission
II cents.
Mrs. Carpenter Baker Hall, who has
just returned from London, will appear in
her drawing room next Tuesday in the
costume she wore while viewing the coro
nation procession. She will also do the
Piccadilly two-step. Benefit of the Young
Men’s home. Admission D cents. #
Mrs. Dearborn Kinzie W Us will enter
tain next Wednesday in the costume she
wore when the king looked at her last.
At the close of the t ntertaTiYncr.t she will
do an act on a slack rope of pearls. Ben
efit of the Wayfarer *5 Rest. Admission
three 2-cent postage stamps.
Mrs. Franklin La Salle will do lightning
changes in the drawing room of iier beau
tiful residence next Monday afternoon,
during w’hich she will display all the du
tiable gowns she recently brought over
from Europe. After which she will do a
hot-foot on the piano. Benefit of the Old
Men’s golf links. Admission one nickel.
It would oe oat of the question owing
to the limitations of space, to follow' the
progress of this fashion all the way down
to the point w’here it will end, but the
Imagination of our readers will, doubt
less, supply the rest.
from Peter Bfjwn, whose oiled coat had
dropped to the deck, leaving exposed a
formidable array of arms as he tow’ered
over them, a pistol in either hand.
“Hands up, you sniveling Baptists!” he
thundered. “Hands up or get under way
for the New Jerusalem!”
Captain Anderson was the first to re
cover from his amazement. With an ex
clamation he bounded from his seat and
rushed for the big 9ailor. There was a
sharp report, and with a groan he sank
to the deck.
“Hands up, gentlemen, bands up!” re
peated Henry Smith, sharply. “We have
no desire to hurt any one. There, that's
it. Now, all hands march forward and
file into the forecastle. Steady, steady T
and no tricks, please; or it will be the
worse for you. Never mind your hat.
Deacon Peterson, Brother Brown will put
in it the pulpit.”
And under the persuasive muzzle of the
unwavering shotgun, the entire crew of
the Golden Dawn, with the exception of
two, who were told off to assist the buc
caneers, were marshaled below. A strong
brace secured the forecastle doors, and
with Henry Smith on guard there was
little chance of Interruption in the work
that followed. The ship was hove to; the
man at the wheel, with his two mates,
was ordered aloft. Under the sharp eye
of Peter Brown the sails were cut from
the yards; braces, halyards, all the run
ning gear was unrove and thrown over
board, followed by many of the blocks.
The men below heard the thump of the
ropes as they tumbled to the deck; they
heard the snapping crash of an ax sink
ing through the bottoms of all the bouts
but one.
“For eaven's sake, wot are they doing?
I ’ope they don't mean to sink ’er and
leave us ’ere to drown like bloomin'
rats!” said a litle Englishman, In great
alarm.
“Never fear,” replied the mate, fiercely,
who alone knew of the gold. “They won’t
sink her. I only hope the old man ain’t
dead. He’ll chase ’em to hell and back*
If he is dead, I’ll do it myself!”
With the aid of the capstan and a whip
on the main yard the long boat was drop
ped over the side and rapidly provisioned
from the captain’s own stores; the iron-
bound boxes of gold were hoisted out
board, and when the angry crew of the
Golden Dawn were at last released by
their trembling shipmates the faint out
lines of the boat, under a heavy press of
sail, were fast becoming invisible in the
deepening twilight. Over the water came
a faint, mocking hall:
“Goodby, dear brethren in the Lord!”
and the conspirators were gone on a
course to the northward, which was
changed as soon as darkness completely
enveloped them for one which would land
them on the Australian coast.
“Are we going after them, Mr. Wilson?’*
asked the third mate.
"After them!” bellow’ed the mate, wild
ly. “What are we going after them in?
We can’t spread a rag! The Lord only
knows how we’ll get to ’Frisco!”
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