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— ■ l|. I "■ . ) Jtoldenhuc&tuHalj WALTER BLOOMFIELD Copyriffct IKl by Bossst Bovvzx's Boirr, CIIAFTER XI. ' Continued. with swelling nil* and Dying the Venetian flag the Orio Mallpletro kept her course. A light breeze wan blow* Ids. contrary for the Turks, hut favor- ,^«bl* Hor nt, no that wa approached ‘■aeh oihi r hut slowly. The Turks lmd tired only four times, and our rcssel had not been touched. Armed with pistols and cutlasses, our little band lay upon the deck close to the side . awaiting whatever might be In store for us, and aa we so lay I could npt ■dismiss the hope that no barm waa In- tended to ns, that our alarm was Ill- founded, and as minute succeeded min- vte, and attil the Turk did not open sire upon ns, I expressed my opinion • to the captain, who lay at my aide, but he vouchsafed me no reply. The left horn of the crescent of Turkish Ships being now quite close, the Intention of the Turks was per ceived, , for the foremost vessel left- her fellows and bore right down upon 'us, still, however, without tiring. "They hope to take our property and lives undamaged, but KaMtaber*- death, net captivity." These Were the' last words I heard tho noble captain apeak. After a few minutes of almost breathless sllcnce.,tho-Turkish' Mgate fouled,,theAee’fide of the Otto Mall- pletre and, with a wild about of triumph, an overwhelming force of Turkish sailors leaped aboard tho frl- catoon. And then ensued a (host bloody hand-to-hand light, of which, nt flwt, the Venetians had much the .better. Our enemlee were too close upon us to permit of tho employment \>C any weapon but tho cutlass, but of that we made very effective use, for .being dose to the aide of the vesseh nnd our whereabout* unknown to the best party of Turks who boarded us,' •hey leaped as It were upon the points tof our blades, and so suffered great lota But the odds against us were a thousand to one, and with fatal effect the Starks hasted to avenge the defeat of tbelr fellows. Captain Perugia fell, dead at my feet, his heart transfixed by the broad blado of a ferocious Turk •whom ho had partly disabled: nearly all our little hand were dead or dying, nnd above the din of the tight resound-- ed tho shrieks of ths women Im prisoned beloir. r I felt faint and sick, and waa besides bleeding from a wound la my- shoul der, yet miraculously, la some way which I am unable to describe, I con trived to back ont from the fight and Bee below to the women, whose condt. Con was truly pitiable, t did so net became of cowardice, for I believe I fought aa well aa any man,'Venetian or Tnrk, that memorahle day, and cer tainly from the moment tho frigatoon was boarded I hnf Abandoned all hop* of'escape, but the warning of the no ble Perugia, "Death, not captivity," - stilt rang In my ears, and t resolved that my last mlnnto should be spent In! Bn endeavor to aave these unhappy creatures from so horrible a fate. 1 reached my cabin, and with a mighty ^ffort palled away a few of the bales so aa to allow the door to open wldo enough for me to enter sideways, bqt I had to contend with tho strength of the women within, who, not knowing but It was ths enemy who sought ad-e pittance, pulled the door the other 1 way with all their might. Aa I eh- ' lend the cabin, and before I could speak to Its frantic occupants, the juries rushed down the companion and began to remove the bales l stood close by the side of the door, and the first who entered I laid low with a pis tol shot In the head. My triumph, howover, was short, for tho next th- slant a fearful blow from a mnh stretched me at full length on the floor, yet was I only partly stunned, being conscious of yelling Turks all around—of Anita and her maid being bound and carried out, and of my own ankle* and wrists being bound In such brutal fashion that the blood atarted from my fleeh. And then kind nature came to lny relief and I remembered no more. I November 18.—I wa* never able tp ascertain how long I remained uncon scious bnt this I know full well, that when L came to myself again I was a prisoner aboard a Turkish frigate.. The wound In my shoulder had been cleansed and dressed, and my wrist* and.anlkes unbound, but my limbs were hugely swollen by the barbarous usage to which they had been sub jected, and the least movement occa sioned me acute palo. Two young Turks, hardly more than boys sat watching me Intently, convening aoft- *ly in their language, of which I com prehended not a word. I waa lying in a rudely furnished cabin, not unlike a dismantled gun-room, and looking around me I perceived nothing of my town; companions my girdle contain ing my money and papers the Vene tian merchant’s cheat* of sequins— .avnythlng was gone. The terrible In- cldent* which Immediately preceded my prater t miserable condition, and the horrors probably awaiting me, crowded vividly upon my mind, and, *Xclaiming -vehemently against my III (Us 1 fell into a delirium, aud so re mained for I know nut how long. .Whan again 1 Mavered myself I was reposing on a pallet^a the deck of the earns frigate In charge bf the WM6- tWO youhg Turks, who sat cross- legged On either side and eyed me with an alt Of grave curiosity. We were close to a port the like of which for Magnificence I had never seen. The sea was dotted with ssh'dli drafts and rowing boat*, blit hot more than two other Turkish frigates were In sight. With a heavy heart I observed that the vessel I was aboard held the Orto Mallpletro la tow, and that both the masts of the frigatoon were cut away, and her naine effaced from her prow roughly as by an adse. My emotions were strangely conflicting. I had lost everything except my life, and doubted not but It would hare been better bad I fallen like the brave Perugia, but the face of nature was glorious be yond description—pen or brush, wield ed by whatever hand, would equally fall to depict It.' 6n a calm sea under a cloudless sky we drew nearer nnd nearer to a beautiful city whose gilded minarets and domes shobe respleUdeat- ly la the summer sun. The prospect was *0 entrancing that as I regarded It 1 momentarily lost thought of my dreadful plight. Approaching It yet nearer, a dome of enormous size and superb proportions met my gaze. Which I thought could be no other than the Mosque of St. Sophia In the city of Constantine. And such, Indeed, It was. need tho interrogative sign* which I made to them When 1 was able to walk about my prison i experienced some relief by looking ont of the win dow an employment to which mjr guards had no reason to object, for I was confined on the topmost story of s tall tower. The view from my pri son was extremely beautiful Nest ling among the groves of plane and cy press -which crown the apex of the tri angular figure presented by Constan tinople, t could discern wbst appeared to be another hut smaller city, very Jealously Immured, snd from the ex traordinary splendor of Its marble and-gllded klosques. Its pavilions, gar dens and fountains, I was sure It Man’s Love Versus Woman’s By HeUa Oldfield HEBE be fioine Ifabject of never-ending discussion, ill the. more 80, It would seeni, because they ire such as can by b# possi bility be definitely decided due way or another. Among these unprofitable questions few ari mofd thoroughly and con stantly thrashed out than this: “Which tores best, a man or a woman?” To this there would appear to be bvf. one answer. Filling cannot be measured excepting by results, snd even th!# measure is but partial. Some men lore more deeply than other men, more devoted*? than some women, and vice versa. It seems the fashion of late to Insist upon anslyzlng feelings and emotions, to strive to grasp the impalpable, to discuss men and .. . . tvomen aS thotigli {hey of different species instead of one flesh, members, could be no other than the superb pal- I 0 f ^ Mlde f am u y> Humanity ii ihti6b th# same, male aud female. At ace city called the Seraglio, the home | bne tI|DC ^ Wholly selfish that it thinks only of its own gratification, of Its of the Grand Turk himself. Every j bwn f r j a j g> vexatious and suffering; at another It will welcome the greatest day I would stand for hours at my i gacr ifl eeg w jtb the spirit of a martyr, will yield everything and endure anything window feasting my eyes on the , for tbe gake ot the bc j ove(b j t truthful, yet suspicious; timid, yet bold; jyealtli df natural beauty before me. • h umble, yet arrogant. One moment if U /epfMcbful and complaining; at an- Occaslonally there would be a large other jt pollrg fortlx praises arid tender prrite#f#ti6riS; Weeping one hour and .assemblage of Persons within the gar- ; gmI1Ing and g j n ging the next, nri ond kndw* #b*t to expect of it nor what dens enclosed by the outer walls of , pljnge It mny aggume# An thIg np pites as ifrdl-to iftefl as M women, and none the Seraglio, the gates would ne ; determine upon which side the balance sways lowest.- opened, aud a procession of grandees, The balance ot prooi of Htrdng hjia iiT e*i#tifatd affection, as evidenced by blazing with Jewels and brightly col- . desperate deeds, such as murder arid Sriicide, is largely tipott the masculine ored silks, come forth, accompanied i g , dfe of th( , ledger. But against this fact may be charged another—namely, ~ "* vnman ■ j h at man may ^ jf b e be BO disposed, shout his love from the housetops. Peo ple may consider him n fool nnd suspect him of luriacy, but, since love is not infrequently accounted madness, he will have no such measure of scorn and contumely meted out to him as is the portion of the woman who openly parades an .unrequited attachment. Tradition and custom are inflexible in demanding tnougu i guessed tnat on suen occa- j tbat gbe gbfl || be g jj ent In guch cnge nn( j b lde her wound, however painful. It sions he Sul an was a o o : j 8 n s instinctive with a woman as with a wounded deer to creep to cover when hurt through the heart. ( No one can dispute the fact that men often love devotedly and suffer cruelly - - T . . , from the inconstancy or heartlessness of worn eft, but fate, here as In many In « ' ®*l* er things, Is on their Side and against the woman. A man has many re- f J, Tnnn P ii£.nt««t miMnnr * sources, chief among which Is his Business, for hard work Is a sovereign anti- t Iniw 1 dote for mental troubles, He can get awajf from tbe familiar places which ™ , , - j . - . . . speak constantly of ills sorrow,' can make himself a new life and create a new low long I had been In my prlaon. „ lh „ mn . t „„ by the music of strange Instruments, the strains of which would sometimes i faintly reach my ear,,but I was at too ; great a height to make out the priori- | pal figures In the procession, and j though I guessed that on such occa- through the streets of bis city I did not know so positively. At last all trace of my bodily inju- CHAPTEB XII. BOOM MnttMxi bis Bxconn con- bLUDBD. November 22.—Though gradually re covering from the effect! of the terri ble strain to which I bad been sub jected In tbe recent fight, ettd tbe cruel wounds Inflicted by my captors on my ankles and wrists, I was still unable to help myself in any way. The vessel I wae aboard being arrived alongside tbe quay. It was found necessary to carry me ashore, which was according ly done by tbe same two young Turks who had tended me since the day of my capture. I was placed on a litter and eecnrely strapped to It; not, I be lieve: because of any fear that I should attempt to escape, but to prevent my falling off. These preparations made, there came to me a Turk, older nnd more handsomely dressed than the young Turks, my attendants, who re garded me with great attention for several minutes. He then stooped to where I lay bound, and, slightly rais ing my left hand, took a gold signet ring from my third llngor, and pro ceeded to examine It as one would ex amine anything rare and strange. With an air of great calmness nud satisfaction he placed my ring on the corresponding finger of his own hand, and then gave an order, the purport of which t did not understand, but one of the young Turks went away nnd re turned almost Immediately, carrying a piece Of crimson ellk. Tho Bilk was placed over my fafe, so that I could see nothing, and tbe litter upon which I lay was lifted and carried I knew not whither. It seemed a long time before my face was again uncovered, but I have since thought that It was perhaps not moro than ten or fifteen minutes. When next I saw the light of day I was In a small square apartment, fur nished as .simply as the cabin of the Tnrklsh frigate I had Just vacated. It had hut one window, and that long and narrow, and the wall wherein It was set being of great thickness It seemed little more than a silt. How ever, it sufficed to admit tho sunshine, which streamed In upon me with so much brilliance that It dispelled the despair engendered by my unhappy situation. Tho old Turk, still wearing the ring which ho hod taken from me, was present when my face was uneov- ered and the straps of my litter un loosed. I addressed him In Kuglish, French and Italian, bnt he returned no answer, busying himself In Issuing orders to my attendants aud some other Turks there present — for my benefit, as I afterward found. A car pet of exquisite workmanship and col or was brought In aud laid upon the floor, and afterward luxurious cush ions, covered with rich yellow all., were pieced around by the walls, some of these latter was I carefully laid, and the litter on which I had ar rived wae carried away. A howl of sherbet and a dish of delicious fruits were act down within my reach, my two young attendants took up positions near to me with their legs crossed upon cushions Inferior to those ou which I lay, tbe other Turks withdrew, and a moment after sounds reacbca me as of- the door being barred on the outer aide. In this small room, then, was I kept a close prisoner for many days—how many I know not, for I had lost count of time. I was liberally supplied with food and my wounds were carefully tended, so that I made rapid progress toward recovery. My sufferings were now chiefly mental. I wearied my brain In the endeavor to think why I waa thqa Incarcerated, and what was Intended to be done with me, but failed to satisfy myself. The uncer tain fate *of the unhappy Anita In creased my anxiety, but I could learn nothing, neither could I act in any not how but I observed that the days appeared somewhat shorter than when I was first brought there, and that the heat Of noon was less oppressive. I was about to assert tbnt these facts led me to reconsider my position, but that would not be accurate, for Ite consid eration was nerer for a moment ab sent from my mind, yet could I In no way account for tbe treatment meted ont to me, which must be, I thought, at once useless and expensive to my captors. One morning my brow wos feverish from prolonged thinking of these things, and I was more than usu ally oppressed with a sense of my pow erlessness to help myself, when I was startled by tbe sound of my door being unbarred. I did not know the hour, but from the appearance of the clt] below I knew It wa* too early for the arrival of my guards, and the regular Ity of their attendance wae a promi nent feature In the maddening monot- .ony ot my life. Boon my curloslt; was turned to Inexpressible delight as a middle-aged gentleman In European drees entered my room and extended hie right hand toward me, saying In excellent English, '-Good morning, sit It your name Trueman?” I could not restrain my Joy at hear Ing my native tongue spoken once more, more especially as tho words employed were of a kindly sort, ahd the question such es caused my heart to beat fast In anticipation of release from my bonds. I stepped forward to selzo the proffered band of the Eng lishman (for such I conceived he was- with so much eagerness that he re treated a few paces to where my guards were now standing, and lnvol untarlly held np his arm to keep mo off. "Softly, my friend,” said tho stranger, “I Intend yon no mischief Be seated, I pray yon, nnd tell mo truly and briefly how it Is you come to be here.” and to Inspire me with conll denee he patted me gently on the shoulder nnd sat himself down on a cushion. 8entlng myself by his side, nnd suppressing as well as I was nble the great excitement under which I labored, I narrated the whole of my story Just ns I have recorded It In this volume. The stranger gave careful at tention to my recital, at no point In terruptlng me with a question or com ment, but sitting quietly stroking hie long brown beard. When I had finished my story he still remained si lent for n minute or so, and then, look Ing up at me, said: To be continued. ntmospbere; while the woman, poor son), must Usually “Stay put,” with no chnneo of escape from her ghosts nor ability to seek "fresh fields and pas tures new.” Woman’s faith aiid nnfalth, man's unshaken truth and man's contemptible treachery, these are to-day, as they have been from tbe beginning, the never- falling theme of poet and romancer, the threads Interwoven with all human history, the underlying currents Of life and love. Some sMps are wrecked nnd btliers arrive safely nt their desired havetl, and none can proohesy beforehand which shall be saved and wblcb shall be lost <zr Checkmated. I never felt so cheap before In my life,*’ declared the well-known busi ness man. “I am a great stickler for honesty, nnd I simply will not have any one around me of whom I have the least suspicion; and when I find n man that I know I can trust I re gard his honesty as a valuable asset aud pay him accordingly. The result has been that I have gathered around me a force of employes of whom I am justly proud, from the janitor up to the cashier. The other day my old office boy left me, and I was obliged j hire a new one. “Out of the numerous applicants I selected a bright and honest appear ing boy and put him at work. Then the old question arose. Was he hon est? 1 am old enough'to realize that appearances are sometimes deceitful, and I resolved to test the boy in a mild way. So one night when I left for home I left a nickel prominently dis played upon my desk. After reaching home I felt sorry for what I had done. I realized that by my act I had been placing temptation in the boy’s path, and that there was little to excuse ray plan; so I was very much relieved the following morning to find the nickel where I had left it. Then I saw there was something there that I had not left, and that was a bit of paper upon which the money lay, and upon which was written in the new boy’s Every Man’s Ear Tells the Story ot His Lite By Loeb Wclntrob HE ear, to have any significance nt nl), must have the outer rim corresponding to the skull. Whatever point on the skull Is more eminent, that part of the ear corresponding to it should he the most in evidence, and you will note that what ever group of faculties predominates, to those faculties docs the whole ear point. The principal thing to notice is the convolution inside of the ear, whether the ear protrudes from the bead or Is close to the same, and whether It is large or small. If the convolution is well in evidence, healthy in color, and running parallel to the rim, you will always find keen intelligence. If the rim of the ear is thick, turning over on the inner convolution, It de notes a thick skull. The brain has not yet fully expanded. If the ear is shapeless, cramped up, or large snd flaccid, either flat without any prominence Inside, or the shape of a clam shell, and empty without sny convolution, no matter how large the bead, it has no capacity. It is a failure. There Is an ear that Is often mistaken for a sign of the hsrmouious tem perament. The rim has no particular point in evidence more than another- nlraost round. The interior of the ear is pretty well developed, but not very prominent nnd defined—rather meaty, and of a healthy color, with fair-sized lobes. The people who have such ears arc at all times satisfied with them selves, and most of the time with everybody else. They nr^ neither mental nor physical giants, nnd less so in a spiritual direction; but they strike a good balance between the Individual who Is In a tremendous hurry to go to Heaven and tho one who is running post-haste to the other place. The ear that has the upper part developed (judging from the opening, which Is tho centre,) nnd narrow at the base, without any Indication of a lobe. Indicates activity and Industry In the direction in which the ear points, bnt those who havo this ear suffer from malnutrition. An individual with an ear like this mnst be judicious In the selection of his foods. Tho theory, that to eat a potful of peas and be nble to lift an ox, and to eat tbe ox nnd not be able to lift tbe pot of peas, may not be as foolish as It sounds, in their case. Be tbnt ns it mny, the diet of peas will not suit the people with a fair-sized Jobe on their ears and a fair width at the base. The larger the lower half of the ear the keener Is the relish for the good things of mother egrtb. Whether they will share their substance with others depends on how large the upper half of the ear Is. The perfect ears are those that have fair and shapely development, with a bread nnd prominent convolution running parallel to a fine rim all the way around, a fair-sized lobe nnd the cavity in the centre not obstructed. Tbe whole ear is not too low toward the Jawbone, nor too high up, of a good color and when viewed in profile with an inclination to point upward and forward. I When looked nt from the front the inner convolution will be the most in evl denee, with little of the points nnd lobe protruding. I do not expect you will know this ear nt once when you see it, so I will tell Its works, nud you will know it thereby. The owner of this car will shake the whole world to establish Justice, and a little harder for mercy. He will shake the trees of the celestial kingdom for tlie heavenly fruit, ns well as the terrestrial, and more. He will move both places In order that all of the human family may eat their full share.—New York Journal ghe Funny. Wide of Life. 14 PERPETUAL PROGRAMME. J Thi, life ii all * itraspie' Against the weather ■ nue, lt’« keeping warm in winter Andinwnmirekrep.^™^ A TRUISM. The Debutante—“I think she’s Just ss pretty es she can be.” ' The Wall Flower—"Moat *h:ls are. -Detroit Free Presa. HIS GREAT SCHEME. Muggins—"How do you manage to keep your wife In such good humor.” Bugglne—"I pretend to be Jealous of her.’,’—Philadelphia Record. ABSOLUTE CONFIDENCE. First Statesman—“Ton have, sir. ab solute confidence, then, In the people?* Second Statesman—"I hare, sir. I have made all my money out of them. —Town Topics. . THE LIMIT. Reporter—"Then you think tho na tional prosperity has touched the high, water mark?" Financier—“Well, perhaps not. Still, I wouldn't advise any more wntor for the present.’’—Town Topics. II the Wrong Man Proposes By Winifred Halt does a girl feel when the wrong man proposes lo her? Ask the woman who knew herself what love meant, and then ques tion the girl who had yet to be touched by Cupid’s arrow. To tills latter it is merely a trying time, with a certain romantic charm about it. Probably it Is a first proposal—that something that comes into the life of nearly every wroinan. It Is enjoyed. Unexpected or not, there is a flavor distinctly novel nnd interesting about the experience. It is amusing, too, she thinks, and she lingers over the thought of it until she realizes that she has to give an answer, and that, of course, she cannot think seriously of the proposal; she must say “No.” This is not easy; the lover is persistent, begs her to think It over, to let him try again in a little while. It Is difficult to make tlie ardent lover realize that his love can never be reciprocated, and whether the man hovers around her or goes right away tbe girl has a trying time keeping the unpleasant part out of her mind. If she has tasted of love herself, the proposal from the wrong man means untold misery to a girl. _ Perhaps it happens her own love is unreturned, unsought, unknown, and, hand the inscription: ‘To be left uutIC ' * hG 8eG s a love equalling her own being poured out at her feet, and knows that by no will of hers can she take It up, caress It, and treasure It as all true love should be treasured. She has to wound the man who would give his life for her, to gently crush out all the sweetness of Uls high hopes. To fall to do It completely would spell prolonged trouble to them both. Her task is difficult, but with in infinite tact born of pity, she will do what she knows to be right; she will send this called for.’ I’ve got a smart lad ia that new boy. Too smart, I’m afreld.** —Detroit Free Press. Lady Sneerwell—“Have your daugh ters accomplished muc- In music?” , ... _ . — way. my attendants being faithful to j Unfortunate Father — “Yes—the ten- ,ovtr away * nnd try hard to overcome sadness that is left behind for her their trash nnd always refusing to I ants below have moved.”—Punch. . / battIe with,—New York News, AN EXCEPTION. “All the world loves a lover,” quoted the young than who ,was making hie first call. ”You haven’t met papa yet, have you?” queried the fair maid in tlif parlor scene.—Chicago News. HER MOURNFUL JEST. “So you decided to try light house* keeping?” “Yes,” said young Mrs. Torklns, “but after we had two or three gas bills we wished we could try dark house* keeping.”—Washington Star. couldnT imagine. What’s that rag you’ve got on your head?” asked the new husband. “That rag,” rejoined the young wife, in a tone redolent with sarcasm, “ia called a fascinator.” “Why?” queried the inquisitive man. —Chicago News. NOTHING DOING. “Doctor,” said the man who wante<£? to work him for a free prescriptions “what would you give for a sort throat?” “Nothing,” replied the doctof promptly. “I don’t want throat.”—Houston Post. Miss De Billions—“Ah, Count, would you love me just as much if I had no/ fortune?” Count Nokount — “Just as much.”— 'New York American. HIS THOUGHT. “I’m going to tell him what I thinfl of him,” said the angry man. “What! do you think of it?” “I think,” was the reply, "that he must be a smaller man than you or else you think pretty well of him.” —Chicago Post SELF-CENTBEIa Miss Beemer—“Who is your favorltr | poet, Mr. Weaver?” Weaver (who is addicted to versi fying)—“Really, don’t you know, think It might appear egotistical for me to answer that question frankly.” Boston Transcript. CAUSE FOR WORRY. Hewitt—“I understand that the for- idgn noblemen are beginning to get j worried.” Jewett—“Over what?” ■Hewitt—“The way the United States B Senators are marrying all the Ameri can women.”—Town Topics. HER IDEA~OF IT. Mrs. Newed—“I’m afraid my bus iff band has ceased to love me,” Mrs. Homer—“What change do yoff ifind?” Mrs. Newed—“None; that's Just thi trouble. He has quit leaving an change in his pockets.”—Chica News. A WILY PROGRAM. “Why is your Majesty so frequen ly reported dead?” inquired the C nese Empress’ most intimate maid honor. It’s a little idea of my own,” w the answer. “It enables me to even with editors who are remiss the matter of obituary notices inste of waiting until it is too late.” Washington Star *