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The Cedartown Advertiser.
[Published every Thursday by D. B. F~REEM A.~N~.
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Terms: $1.50 per annum, in advance.
OLD SERIES—YOL. YIII-NO. 33
CEDARTOWN, GA., SEPTEMBER 15,188J.
NEW SERIES—YOL. III-NO. 40.
DR. C. H. HARRIS,
Physician and Surgeon,
Cedartown, G-a.
W. F. TURNER,
Attorney at Law,
CEDARTOWN, GA.
Will practice in tlje Superior Courts of Polk,
Paulding, Haralson, Floyd and Carroll counties.
Special attention given to collections and real
estate business. maril-ly
DR. L. S. LEDBETTER,
DENTIST,
CEDARTOWN, - - - GEORGIA.
All Dental work performed in the most skill-
ful manner, office over J. S. Stubbs A Co.’s.
febid-iy
DR- G. W. STRICKLAND
BKNTIST,
CEDARTOWN, - - - Georgia.
□Ming permanently located In Cedartown,
otters bis professional services to the public,
guaranteeing first-class work and reasonable
charges to all patrons. oet2l-iy
DRS. LIDDELL & SON,
PHYSICIANS 'AND SURGEONS
•meg EAST SIDE OF MAUI ST.
CEDARTOWN, GA.
jans-iy
WRIGHT’S
Livery and Feed Stable,
Cedartown, Ga.
B. FISHER.
Watchmaker & Jeweler,
CEDARTOWN, Ga.
Having Just opened out a shop In Cedartown,
respectrullv requests the public to call on him
when needing work in Ills line.
STAR BARBER SHOP.
WEST SIDE MAIN STREET.
CLEAN TOWELS and plenty of BAY RUM
always on hand. Everything neat and system
atic about my shop, and customers promptly
and politely waited on. I guarantee perfect
satisfaction in all branches of my business.
Cieellenl Bathing Rooma In Conneo
tlon vrltli the shop.
LEWIS BOND.
D. H. LEDBETTER,
Watchmaker & Jeweler,
CEDARTOWN, Ga.
All kinds of Repairing of Watches, Clocks
end Jewelry done promptly and satisfactorily.
Watches, Clocks and Jewelry of all kinds fur*
miked to order on short notice.
X am prepared to do
PHOTOGRAPHING
IN ALL ITS BRANCHES.
My Gallery is fitted up in good style, and 1 am
prepared to tarnish
GOOD PICTURES.
,A TRIAL OF THE
BALTIMOREAN JOBBER
WILL CLEARLY SUBSTANTIATE SIX
ESPECIAL POINTS OF EXCELLENCE.
U—It is the easiest running press made.
2nd—It is as Strong as any press made,
grd—It is the most Durable press made
It will do as good work as any prew
made.
It will take less to keep it in repair
than any press made.
(Last hut not least) It costs leas
than any first-class press made.
ALL SIZE PRESSES, TYPE,
l PRINTERS’ SUPPLIES
Catalogue Free.
, IF 1 . TXT. ..A-ItT,
21 GERMAN ST.,
BALTIMORE.
KNEW KIND OF WITCH CISE.
Hew, because it is only within the last few
years that it has been improved and brought
within the reach of every one ; old In principle
because the first Invention was made and the
first patent taken out nearly twenty years ajo,
And cases made at that time and worn ever
since, are nearly as good as new. Read the
fallowing, which is only one of many hundreds;
your Jewelers can tell of similar ones:
Mansfield, Fa., May as, 1878.
I have a customer who has carried one of
Boas’ Patent cases flfteeu years, and I knew it
two years before he got it, and it now apDeara
good for ten years longer. R. E. OLNEY.
Bembmber that Jas. Boss’ is the only patent
ease made of two plates of solid gold (one out
side and one inside) covering every part ex
posed to wear or sight, the great advantages!
these plates over electro-gliding is apparent to
•very one. Boss' is the only patent case with
which there is given a written warrant, of
wfcloh the above is a fac simile.
•ae that you get the guarantee with each
Ask your Jeweler tor illustrated cat*-
J. J. BALDWIN. M. M. PEPPER. COX, HILL A THOMPSON.
J. J. BALDWIN & CO.
Wholesale Dealers in Foreign and Domestic
Liquors, Wines, Brandies, &c., &c.,
And Sole Agents for the Celebrated
Stone Mountain Corn
Whisky.
Will keep constantly on hand the largest and beat assortment of Liquor*
ever kept in Rome. Prices guaranteed to.be low as any in the market.
Mo. 9. Shorter Bloek, Rome, Ga.
m;5-6m
New Goods! New Goods!
NEW STORE.
ALLEN, WHEELER & CO.
Have just opened oat in their New Building, southwest corner of Main
Street and West Avenue, a
A BRAN NEW, WELL-SELECTEO AND EXTENSIVE STOCK OF
GENERAL MERCHANDISE.
OUR STOCK EMBRACES
A Superior Line of Dry Goods,
4 Large Assortment of Boots and Shoes.
A Good Variety of Hats, Notions, &c.
THE BEST AND CHEAPEST PRINTS, DOxMESTICS, COTTONADES, &0.,
And many other goods which we cannot undertake here to enumerate.
We keep on hand
A GENERAL LINE OF GROCERIES,
Which we can sell as cheap as the cheapest.
in prices we mean to show the public we will not be undersold. Give u a
call, and be convinced. We are prepared to furnish
SUPERIOR BRANDS OF FERTILIZERS.
A. J. YOUNG,
DEALER IN
Corn and Rye Whiskies,
Wines, Gins and Brandies,
MAIN STREET, Cedartown, Georgia.
BY THE BANKS OF THE MOHAWK.
Sole Agent for COX, HILL & THOMPSON’S
STONE MOUNTAIN WHISKIES,
In Cedartown !
I keep such liquors as may be used as a beverage or for medioal purposes
with perfect safe y. Give me a call. Good treatment guaranteed.
R. H. JONES,
O ARTERSVTLLE Georgia.
CARRIAGE MANUFACTORY
in 1868,1 published for twelve months a large number of certificates from the first
men of North Georgia and Alabama, who testified as to the good character of my wots,
some of whom ire now dead. Hm. Turner H. Tripp, CoL Lindsey Johnston, Got. war
ren Akin, CoL Lewis Tumlin, Dr. John W. Lewis. Major Willis Benham, Thomas Brandon,
and many others. All of these had tried my work for many years. I now havetnou-
sands of witnesses all over the country, who will bear testimony to the GREAT
OBITY of my work. „ .
I have the best selected materials in large quantities, in stock. Keep the most skniec
and reliable workmen.
All work, whether Phstons, Carriages, Baggies or Wagons, are made just as good as
they can be.
I say to all, if you want something good, the beat there is in my line, oome to m§ or
write. . .
I keep on sale the oelebrated Studebaker and Kentucky Wagons. There are nono bet
ter on the market.
Also, a good selection of Eastern and Western made vehioles, bought from the most re
liable builders.
All of which I am selling at bottom figures, at my shops here, and at Rome, Ga.
Also at my agencies: J. A. Wynn & Bro., Cedartown, and W. B. Onandler. Villa Rioft*
Ga. March 17—ly.
G. W. FEATHER8TON. W. S. FEATKERSTON.
NEW FIBM!
FEATHERSTON & BRO.
Have on hand at their
New Brick Store, on Main Street,
A LARCER AND FINER ASSORTMENT OF
GENERAL MERCHANDISE,
than they have ever before offered to their customers. With additional
room and improved facilities generally, they are prepared to give all old
customers, and as many new ones as may choose to favor them with a trial.
Rare bargains. Come at once, and see the inducements they offer.
We also keep First-Clam Guanos and Phosphates.
FEATHERSTON & BRO.
O dark rolling river, so rapid and free,
You bring back the brightness of boyhood to me.
When gayly I wandered, along your wild shore,
With one I loved fondly, who loves me no more.
By the banks of the Mohawk
The cataract’s roar,
Where we wandered in childhood
Along the wild shore,
The song-birds have vanished; the summer Is o’er;
The roses have faded that bloomed by her door:
The elms and the maples stand leafless and drear
The snowflakes are falling; the Winter is here.
By the banks of the Mohawk
The cataract’s roar.
Where we wandered In childhood
Along the wild shore.
The hopes of her girlhood have flown far away;
Her bright auburn tresees are faded and gray;
Her beauty has vanished; her features, once fair
Are saddened by sorrow and furrowed by cart
By the banks of the Mohawk
The cataract’s roar,
Where we wandered in childhood
Along the wild shore.
Our childhood Is gone; we are drifting to-day.
Like leaves on the river, forever away,
We are leaving the years; we are nearing the shore
Where storms never beat and no cataracts roar.
By the banks of the Mohawk
The waters may roar
Forever and ever
Along the wild shore l
A DREADFUL CASE.
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J. F. EAVES’
Restaurant and Confectionery.
I. T. MSB’S Old Stand
Mania Barred at all Hours.
spend!* BiiofOafMWm, CaanedSoods
a**, la Kata.
LANDRETHS’
Gems!” he exclaimed,the expression
of his countenance changing from that
of the reflective sage, I was going to
say, to one that was almost miserly.
Ah, now you talk of something I un
derstand. They are not watching us,
are they?” he broke off,looking nervous
ly in the direction of the house.
No, no," said I, with subdued ex
citement, wondering "what was to hap
pen next.
He deliberately unbuttoned his long
ulster coat, shivered in the cold winter
air as he did so, then he began to fum
ble at a belt which he wore. Several
diamonds of great value, as I judged, in
moment more sparkled before my as
tonished eyes. He had apparently drawn
them from a little leather pocket, curi
ously concealed beneath this belt.
‘Ah! those are gems, if youlike, sir,”
exclaimed, with an exulting chuckle,
which brought to my mind the impres
sion created at our first interview, that
was not quite right in his head.
‘They are splendid,” I said, “but
why do you carry tnem about with you?
Suppose any one, dishonestly inclined,
were to learn that an elderly man had
property of such value upon him? The
thought of it makes me tremble, sir.”
I am not in the habit of exhibiting
treasures which it has taken my life
time to amass. I dare not. But I trust
sir.”
As a man of business I thought there
is here another proof of mental weak-
ss, in the fact that he should confide
one of whose antecedents he knew
nothing, and of whose honesty he had no
further proof than a love of nature might
suggest.
But I chanced at this moment to look
up at the first floor window of our neigh
bor's house: and there, watching with a
strange and, as I thought, scornful
.mil., stood the tall, shallow man of
whom both my wife’s and my own im
pression was so distinctly unfavorable.
I mentioned to the old man to put
away his jewels, for the German servant
was approaching again; most likely sent
by her master.
My strange acquaintance did not ap
pear in the garden any more.
I have an innate horror of eavesdrop
ping, and, as I have repeatedly said to
my dear wife, whose feminine curiosity
tempts her to attach far too little atten
tion to this evil. “Conversation not in
tended for her ears ought to be regarded
with the same feelings as a letter not
written for her perusal. She would feel
deeply insulted did any one suggest that
she would be capable of reading another
person’s letter simply because the seal
happened to be broken, and could there
fore do so without the fear of detection.”
But women, alas! are never logical; and
she will not see, or, perhaps cannot, that
her conduct is no less culpable when she
greedily listens to the private conversa
tion of others, just because accident or
carelessness on their part has placed her
within earshot.
Well, a few days after that we sat in
our cheerful, cosy front parlor; we were
sitting, I say, in our cosy parlor; my
wife, with her knitting in her hands, on
an ottoman, which was drawn close into
a recess by the fire-place; I, in my good
old arm chair,by tbe table in the middle
of the room, and reading the last num
ber of the Gardener’s Magazine. The
entrance of Am with our customary
“night cap” o.' weak toddy and thin
bread and butler, interrupted my study
of an article cn “Trenching,"andcaused
me to look up at my wife.
“Eavesdropping!” I was about to ex
claim, whea my speech was arrested by
observing the strange look of horror on
Polly’s face. She had dropped her knit
ting, and sat with hands clasped across
her breast, and head pressed closely
against the wall.
•‘My dear girl, whatever is the matter
with you?” I said.
“Oh! it is dreadful,” she whispered,
holding up her fingers to check me.
“Pray come and hear what they are
saying.”
Exalted though my principles were
about listening, I could not resist the
impulse of the moment, bnt hastily rose
from my seat and placed my ear against
the wall likewise. Ann Lightbody, too,
forgetting our relative positions, drop
ped the tray of toddy on the table as il
it were a hot coal, and rushed to the op
posite side of the mantlepiece to imitate
our example. To any one entering the
room at that moment the soene present
ed, muBt have been absurd beyond de
scription. Bnt we were earnest enough,
for what we heard seemed to freeze our
very blood.
“Is he dead yet?” we heard Mrs.
Malden ask her husband, with a low,
musical laugh that seemed to ns like the
mirth of a fiend.
“Thoroughly,” responded he in a deep
voice, which betrayed no sign of remorse
or agitation; “your hint, that I should
dispose of him in his sleep,like Hamlet’s
uncle did his troublesome brother, was
capital. ”
There was silence for several minutes.
Then we heard Mrs. Malden ask grave
ly, “What shall you do with the body?’
“Oh, that is just the difficulty, As
the neighbors must not have their sus
picion roused, it must be buried at night
and a report put about that the silly old
man has gone into the country.”
“Oh, dear! there is the property to
dispose of, is there not?”
“Uncut diamonds tell no tale,” said
this sallow neighbor of mine,in his deep
voice, laughing loudly. “Nothing could
have been luckier than my witnessing
that little scene between my uncle and
our fat neighbor over the garden wall. ”
In an ordinary moment I should have
felt keenly the insult conveyed in his
remark, but my feelings were too highly
wrought for it to touch me then.
But Polly pressed my hand and mur
mured. “The horrid villain!”
We listened painfully for several min
utes more. We heard Malden’s wife
heave a deep sigh. She was human,
then. I had scarcely thought it.
'I can’t bear to think—it is too dread
ful!” she said her voice trembling for
the first time during the conversation.
Again her husband laughed loudly,
and said, in a theatrical tone, “What,
my Lady Macbeth trembling! “Come,
well go to sleep. We are yet young in
deed.”
In a moment more we heard the door
of the apartment closed. We three sat
and looked at each other—blanched and
speechless with horror.
Ann was the first to cover her presi-
ence of mind. ‘ Shall I go and fetch
the perlese, sir?” she said in a subdued
voice.
“Oh, don’t leave me, Ann!” sobbed
my poor wife, yielding to her pent up
emotions and clasping our servant
around the waist. This was the first
time in her life that she had been so
undignified.
“You go, Joram,” she continued.
Then a sudden fear seized her. “But
we shall both be murdered while you
are gone.” The poor soul wrung her
hands and began to laugh hysterically.
I felt that everything depended upon
my controlling my nervous system.
Polly was beginning to get silly, and
Ann might at any moment break down,
too. I took out my pipe, and slowly
filled and lit it, in order both to steady
myself and to impress these women with
my self-command.
‘I’ll telegraph to Chittick—that will
be best,” I said, after pacing the room
once or twice.
“You can’t telegraph to-night, sir;
tbe office ’ull be shut,” said the practi
cal Ann.
Mr. Chittick was an inspector in the
detective force at Scotland Yard. After
some internal debating I decided it
would be better to wait till the moraiDg
and then telegraph than to go off to the
local police station that night. I have
often since wondered at my courage and
calmness. The wife and servant seem
ed to catch something of my spirit. We
were unanimous that to go to bed was
impossible, so Mrs. Frogg lay on the
sofa, Ann in the sofa chair, which we
wheeled out of the next room, and I sat
up in my good arm chair prepared to
watch the night through.
Happily nothing transpired during
that tedious night to create further
alarm. In the morning when the post
man called, I got him to take a tele
graphic message, which simply urged
my friend the inspector to come as early
in the day as he possibly could, as I
wanted to see him on business of a very
pressing and extraordinary character.
About noon he came. Not a soul had
stirred from the neighboring house, and
I had therefore the satisfaction of feel
ing that the delay would not frustrate
the ends of justice.
When we were alone, I told the story
of Mr. Lea’s eccentric conduct; his dis
appearance after his nephew had seen
him show me the diamonds in the gar
den; and finally the strange conversa
tion we had overheard the night before.
At first my friend was merely politely
attentive; but, as I went on, he took out
his note book and carefully wrote down
the words we had overheard. He asked
for particulars, too, of the appearance
of Malden and his wife, and of the mur
dered man.
“Do you know anything of the busi
ness or profession of Malden?” he then
asked.
I could only admit that on this point
I was entirely in the dark.
“But has not your maid learned any
thing on this subject from yonr neigh
bor’s servant?” he inquired; “servants
are always gessiping, you know. ”
“The woman next door is a foreigner
—a German—I think. ”
Inspector Chittick parsed np his
mouth and tapped his note book with
his pencil.
“That looks like a plan,” he remarked
after a moment's meditation. “That
fact is the strongest point in the case.
It seems as though it were designed that
nothing should transpire through the
clatter of servants. ”
“Yet surely the real point is the con
fession of murder which we overheard?”
I urged deferentially.
‘•‘That has to be proved,” he replied.
Tn the meanwhile, I must compliment
you on your shrewdness in sending for
me in this quiet way. I shall at once
telegraph for one of our men to stay with
yon here, and for another to be posted
withip a convenient distanoe 'of the
house,”
Day after day passed and nothing
transpired to clear up this mystery. At
length, after an interval of nearly a fort
night, we had, for the fixat time, a com
munication from Inspector Chittick in
the shape of a telegram:
“I have made an unexpected and
startling discovery in re Malden. I will
call this afternoon, and hope to do busi
ness. Malden is at borne; intends leav
ing home to-morrow with wife and Ger
man servant. ”
I did not show this message to Polly,
for I knew it would upset her. My
nerves, too, were a little unstmng, and
I actually trembled when Ann ushered
Mr. Chittick into the front room. After
greeting me, he gravely took a news
paper from his pocket and passed it to
me.
“Read that,” said he, pointing to a
portion marked at the top and bottom
with ink. In a mechanical fashion I
took the paper and began to read. It
was part of an article on the “Magazines
of the Month,” and Tybumia was the
periodical, the criticism of which he had
marked. It read;
“Tybumia, as usual, is very strong
in fiction. But it scarcely sustains its
reputation by inserting the highly mel
odramatic tale, “The Cap of Midas.”
The hero-villain of this story is a young
Greek who is assistant to an aged dia
mond merchant in Syracuse. ”
My heart began to beat as I read the
first few words.
“This young gentleman is fired by an
ambition to play an important part in
the political life of the coming Greek
federation. To obtain wealth, and with
it influence, he murders his aged mas
ter for the sake of certain priceless gems
which the old fellow had concealed in a
velvet nightcap he is in the habit of
wearing. This is the cap of Midas, we
presume. Justin Corgialegno—the mur
derer—had read “Hamlet,” and drops
poison into his master’s ear, and steals
the nightcap. This poison, however
fails to do its work, so the assistant at
once stabs the old man and begins to
feel the first difficulties of his lot, name
ly, how to dispose of the body of the
murdered man.”
I looked up at Inspector Chittick
sheepishly. A mocking smile lurked in
the comers of his mouth, I thought.
Well, the hero buries his master in
the garden of his house and starts off
with this cap, which contains the wealth
that is to give him political power.
Here comes the melodramatic point of
the story. The diamonds m this cap
are of such enormous value that the
murderer dare not attempt to Bell them,
feeling sure that inquiries will be made
as to how lie became possessed of suoh
precious gems. Tortured by fear and
desperate with hunger, he at length
commits suicide with his cap of Midas
placed mockingly upon his own head.
The story is ingenious in some of its
parts, but is really, to speak plainly un
worthy of the reputation of that pro
mising young novelist, Mr. Ernest Mal
den.”
“Mr. Ernest Malden,” I muttered va
cant]^, “a—a novelist!”
Tlia inspector rose from his chair and
slapped me on th| back, and poked me
in the ribs, and shook me by tbe shoul
ders laughing the while with such tre
mendous boisterousness that Mrs. Frogg
and Ann burst into the room in a state
of speechless amazement which I shall
never forget. Their appearance gave
gave the finishing touch of absurdity to
the situation, and as the grotesqueness
of the blunder which we had one and all
made dawned upon me, I, too, began to
laugh until the tears rolled down my
cheeks.
“Polly,” I gasped as soon as I could
speak. “Mr. Malden is a novelist, and
oh! such a vile murderer—on paper !
Ha, ha, ha ! oh, oh, he, he ! ha, ha, ha,
ha!”
We really never saw poor old Mr. Lea
again, for he died at Brighton of soften
ing of the brain a few weeks after his
nephew and niece joined him. Their
leaving town—referred to in the inspec
tor’s telegram—was with this object.
The old gentleman, as we afterwards
learned, was taken away from next door
in a cab one evening when we must have
been at the back of the house. Had we
but seen him go, we should have been
spared a great deal of terror and many
unjust suspicions of our neighbors’ char
acters.
A Rescue at Sea.
Cooking Oat Meal.
Id the first place, be sure that you hare
a good quality of the meal, for there Is a
wide difference in kinds. Get that which
is fresh—as when old it becomes bitter—
and if possible that which is uunixed
with shorts or other kinds of flour. The
coarser grades are usually the purest and
best. For a family of five or six take two
small teacupfuls of the meal, put it iato a
two-quart basin and mix with it a large
even tablespoouful of salt; then pour on
boiling water, Btirring the meal as you do
so, til) within an inch and a quarter of the
top of the basin, bet the basin on top
of the stove, and stir enough to prevent
meal settling or sticking on the bottom.
Let it remain on the stove five or tea min
utes, or till the meal has become fully in
corporated with the water, then set uu-ide
vour Bteamer, which cover closely, and
keep the voter under it boiling for an
hour and a half or two hours, stirring up
once in the time, then remove from the
fire and carry to the table. It will be
light and moist, but not salvy, and every
gram will be separate and swelled to its
utmost extent
My favorite way ot serving it is cold,
with an abundanae of good milk, and by
good milk I mean milk with the cream
stirred in and a little extra cream added.
Eat like mush and milk. Try it and see
v,ou do not pronounce it bet ter than
when cooked in the old fashioned way of
boiling in a kettle and stirring till done,
as you have to do to keep it from settling
and burning on the kettle, by which pro
cess it beoomea, by the time it is ready to
serve, a sticky conglomeration, not appe
tizing to the sight of toothsome to the
taste. Sometimes, if the meal be very
fine or mixed with shorts of other flour, it
will cook in lumps when the boiling water
is poured on; in which case, wet first with
The Cunard steamship Parthia was
between 400 and 500 miles distant from
the west coast of Ireland. For some
hours a low barometer had given warn
ing of a coming gale. The breeze was
fresh on the port quarter, with a long
following sea, over which, under the
impulse of propeller and canvas, the
beautifully moulded hull of the great
steamship rnshed like a locomotive,
raising a roar of thunder at her bows
and carving out the green, glass-clear
water with her stem into two oil-smooth
combers, which broke just abaft the
fore-rigging and rushed with a swirl
and brilliance of foam to join the long,
glittering snow-line of the wake astern.
There was a piebald sky, the blue in it
tarnished and faint, and under it, like
scattering of brown smoke, the send
vyent floating swiftly. In the south and
west the aspect of the heavens was
portentous enough, with a leaden dead
ness of color and a line of horizon as
sharply marked as a ruling in ink. The
gale was evidently to come from this
quarter; and, sure enough, before eight
bells in the afternoon watch, it was
blowing a hurricane from the S. S. W.
The fury of the wind raised a tremen
dous sea. The Parthia ran for a time
but running is not the remedy pre
scribed to captains who are caught in a
circular storm and shortly after 4 o’clock
the helm of the steamer was put down
and her head pointed to the seas. The
passengers were below, considerably
battened down by order of Captain
MeKaye, the commander of the vessel,
so that they should not be washed over
board or drowned in the cabins, for now
that the steamer’s bow was pointed at
the sea, she was one smother of froth
from the eyes to the rudder-head. Her
curtseying might have looked graceful
at a distance, but it was a tremendous
experience to those who had to keep
time to her dance. Every now and
again she would “dish” a whole green
sea forward—taking it in just as yon
would dip a pail into water—a sea that
immediately turned the decks into
small raging ocean as high as a ma
waist. As she rolled she shattered the
furious tide against her bulwarks, where
it broke into smoke and was swept away
in clouds, like volumes of steam, for a
whole cabin-length astern. The grind
ing and straining of the hull, the
hollow, muffled, vibratory note of tbe
engines, the booming of the mighty
surges against the resonant fabric, the
screaming of the wind through the iron-
stiff, standing-rigging, and the enduring
thunder of the tempest hurtling through
the sky, completed to the ear the tre
mendous scene of warfare submitted to
the eye in the picture of black heavens
and white waters, and struggling,
smothered, goaded ship.
The Parthia lay hove to for six hours.
At 10 o’clock at night the gale broke,
the wind sensibly moderated, the
steamer was brought to her course and
went rolling heavily over the immense
and powerful sea swell which the cyclone
had left behind it. Sunday morning
came with a benediction in the shape of
a warm, bright sun. But the swell was
still exceedingly heavy. It was shortly
after two bells (9 o’clock) when the
lookout man reported a vessel away on
the lee bow, apparently hull down. As
she was gradually hove up by the ap
proach of the Parthia, those who had
sailors’ eyes In their heads perceived
that she was a vessel in distress, and
that if any human beings were aboard
of her their plight would be miserable.
She was water-logged, and so low in the
water that she buried her bulwarks with
every roll. She had all three masts
standing, bnt her yards weie boxed
about anyhow, her running rigging in
bights, with ends of it trailing over
board. Her canvas was rudely furled,
but she had a fragment of a foretop-mast
staysail hoisted, as well as a storm
staysail, and she looked to be hove to.
Her aspect, had she been encountered
as a derelict, was monrnful enough to
have Bet a sailor musing tor an nour;
but when it was discovered that there
were living people on her she took an
extraordinary and tragical significance.
No colors were hoisted to express her
oondition; but then no colors were
needful. Her story wanted no better
telling than was found in the suggestion
of the small crowd of human heads cm
her deck watching the Parthia; in the
dull and steady lifting of the dark vol
umes of water against her sides, in the
gushing of clear cascades from her
scupper-holes as she leaned wearily
over to the fold of the tall swell that
threatened to overwhelm her, and in
the sluggish waving of her naked spars
under the sky. Twenty-two people
could be counted aboard of her. All
these had to be saved, but it was very
well understood by.every man belonging
to the Parthia that they could only be
saved at the risk of the lives of the
boat’s crew that shonld put off for them;
the swell was still violent to an extent
beyond anything that can be conveyed
in words. As the Parthia, with her
propeller languidly revolving, sank into
a hollow, a wall of water stood between
her and the bark, and the ill-fated vessel
became invisible, then in another mo
ment hove high, the people on board
the steamer could look down from their
poised deck upon the half-drowned hull
and the soaked, clinging and pale-faced
crew as you look upon a housetop in a
valley from the side of a hill The
serious danger lay in lowering a boat.
But Jack is not of a deliberative turn of
mind when something that ought to be
done waits for him to do it. Volunteers
were forthoaming. The order was
given. Eight hands sprasg aft and
very little cold water, then fill up with the _ _
boiling, but the better grades of meal will! seated themselves in the lifeboat, and
tr ° U w iD th jf W * 7 ’ proces * “i the third officer, Mr. William Williams,
also good for cooking rice. It saves watch- “ , ' "' ,
ing and stirring and makes it perfectly I took his place m the stem-sheets. It
tender without breaking the kernels and j was one of those moments whan the
cooking them into a mush. bravest man In tha world will hold Ids
breath. There swung his boat’s crew
at the devits ; the end of the fall in the
hands of men waiting for the right
second to lower away. One dark-green
foamless swell, in whole, huge moun
tains of water, rose and sank below
too much hurry, the least delay, any
lack of coolness, of judgment, of per
ception of exactly the right thing to do,
and it was a hundred to one if the next
minute did not see the boat dashed into
staves and her crew squattering and
drowning among the' fragments. The
due command was coolly given; the
sheaves of the fall-blocks rattled on
their pins and the boat sank down to
the water’s edge. A vast swell hove
her high, almost to the level of the spot
where she had been hanging, and as
quick as mortal hands can move the
blocks were unhooked—but only just in
time. Then a strong shove drove her
clear, and in a moment she was heading
for the wreck—now vaniahifig as though
she had been wholly swallowed np by
the tall, green, sparkling ridge that rose
between her and the steamer, then
tossed like a cork upon a mountainous
pinnacle, with keel out of ’water. She
had been well stocked with lines and
life-buoys, for it was clearly seen that
the pouring waters would never permit
her to come within a pistol-shot of the
bark, and the suspense among the
passengers amounted to an agony as
they wondered within themselves how
those sailors would rescue the poor
creatures who had watched them from
the foamy decks of the almost submerged
wreck. They followed the boat vanish
ing and reappearing, the very pulsation
of their hearts almost arrested at mo
ments when the little craft made a head
long, giddy swoop into a prodigious
hollow and was lost to view, until pre
sently they perceived that the men had
ceased to row. It was then seen that
the third mate was hailing the crew of
the bark. Presently they saw one of
the shipwrecked sailors heave a coil of
line towards the boat; it was caught, a
life-buoy bent on to it and hauled aboard
the wreck. To this life-buoy was
attached a second line, the end of which
was retained by the people in the boat.
One of the men on the wreck put the
life buoy over his shoulders and in an
instant flung himself into* the sea, and
was dragged smartly bnt carefully into
the boat. The Parthia’s passengers
now understood how the men were to be
saved. One by one the ship-wrecked
seamen leaped into the water, until
eleven of them had been dragged into
the Parthia’s boat. The number made
load, and with a cheery call to those
who were to be left behind for a short
while. Mr. Williams headed for the
steamer. The deep boat approached
the Parthia slowly; but, meanwhile
Captain McKays’B foresight had provided
for the perilous and difficult, job of get
ting the rescued men on board the
steamer. A whip was rove at the fore
yardarm, under which the rising and
falling boat was stationed by means of
her oars, one end of the whip knotted
into a bow-line was overhauled into the
boat and slipped over the shoulders of a
man, and at a signal a dozen or more of
the Parthia’s crew ran him up and
swayed him in. In this way the eleven
men were safely landed on the deck of
the steamer. The boat then returned
to the wreck, the rest of the crew were
dragged from her by means of the buoys
and life-lines, and hoisted, along with
six of the Parthia’s men, out of the boat
by the yardarm whip. Bnt not yet was
thifl perilous and nobly-executed mission
completed. There was still the boat to
run up to the davits, ah the old fears
reoccurred as she was brought idongside
with Mr. Williams and two men in her.
But jack has a marvellously qnick hand
and a steady pulse. The blocks were
swiftly hooked into the boat, and soon
she soared like a bird in the davits under
the strong running pull of a number of
men before the swell that followed her
could rise to the height of the chain-
plates.
To appreciate the pathos and pluck of
an adventure of this kind, a man must
have served as a spectator or actor in
some such a scene. Words have bnt
little virtue when deeds are to be told
whose moving powers and ennobling
inspirations lie in a performance that
may as fitly be described in one as in a
hundred lines. Such as remember the
faces of those shipwrecked Englishman
and Canadians, the aspect of them as
they were hoisted, one by one, over the
Parthia’s side; the bewildered rolling of
their eyes incrednlons of their miracu
lous preservation; their expression of
suffering slowly yielding to perception
of the new lease of life mercifully ac
corded them, graciously and nobly
earned for them ; their streaming gar
ments, their hair clotted like seaweed
npon their pale foreheads; the passion
ate pressing forward of the crew and
passengers of the Parthia to rejoioe with
the poor fellowB over their salvation
from one of the most lamentable dooms
to which the sea can sentence, will
wonder at the insufficiency of this record
of as brilliant and hearty, though
simple, a deed aa any which makes up
the stirring annals of the maritime lit*.
How a Fog Whistle Works.
The fog whistle, heard for ten miles,
consists of two distinct whistles, operated
by two enginea in a building separate from
tbe lighthouse. Fifty pounds of steam is
the force carried while at work. Every
blast lowers the mark four pounds. Shav
ings and kindling wood are laid already to
start np steam when a fog comes on, and
tbe engineer can heat up for steam in
thirty-five minutes. The whistle gives a
blast of eight seconds’ duration every min
ute—a doleful sound, but invaluable to
steamers and passing sailing vessels. We
could hear it the other night booming dis
mally through a fog five miles off. Hie
captain starts it when tbe fog is sech that
he can’t see Goose Island, one mile distant.
The whistle is produced by a wheel with a
cam affixed; the wheel, a solid piece of
work, regulated by a governor, revolves
once a minute; the cam fixed at one point
on its periphery, opens a point which leta
off steam in the prolonged booming wad
we had heard. To supply water for steam
a big tank, under tbe same roof and sup
plied by the rain from it, is kept pretty
full. Forty feet long by eighteen wide
and six deep, it is not likely to run dry in
any fog; but a carbolic engine and pump
at the well will supply water in caw of
