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In the Grass Forest.
Qnrrr Plac Whrre Ponrdfm Do .% 11
tha Work for Tltclr Landlord*.
George lay at full length on the grass.
He held his head close to the ground and
peered down the tangled ways of the
gra. c s forest. Ants were busily hurrying
to and fro, a grasshopper, with a skip
and a Jump, was going briskly about his
business a few fe t ahead. Beneath a flat
rock nearby a cricket fiddled merrily.
What a busy l.ttle world it was! And
George said, half aloud, 'Oh, don't I wish
I could M> down there in the grass forest!
Hut, then, there’s no fairies nowadays to
grant a fellow’s wishes!”
"Who eaj a so?” said a small voice at
his ear. George started and turned, and
there, balancing on a long blade of grass
nearby was a trim little lady-bug. There
was no one else. But who ever heard of
a lady bug speaking? And George com
•‘Ladybug, ladybug, fly away home!
Your house is on fire, your children will
“ Pooh, nonsense!” It was the voice
again. George could scarcely believe his
ear*. For it was the ladybug speaking,
”1 beg your pardon,” said G a orge, "but
did you speak to me?”
‘Cer ainly, I did,” said the ladybug.
•'Previous to your repeating that non
mr&e about my house being on fire, and
I'd Just as lief set it on lire myself, lor
I’m insured and have no chil iren—
"Ladybug, Ladybug, Fly Aw’ny Home. M
‘Tcu’d b© a flrebujr, then, wouldn’t
you?’* interrupted George.
•M guess you think that’s funny!” said
lha lad.\biig, "bui I won't laugh, so
there!” And it was very rude of you to
“I beg pardon again,” said George,
"what were you go ng to remark?”
"Well, I was going to say,” resumed
the ladybug, "that there are fairies now
adnfi. I’m one."
The ladybug smiled, "Yes, I’m a fairy,”
•he said, "and I’m going to grant your
* ish. Pick up that pebble there by your
George reached out his hand and closed
it on o small white stone he hadn’t no
ticed till then. "Now make your wish,"
said the ladybug.
"I wish I could get into the grass for
eat, said George.
He never knew how it happened, but the
next moment he was standing In the midst
of a deep tangled copse of the largest,
strangest trees he had ever seen. Crossing
this way and that were giant green
trunks with long feathery leaves like
He was in the grass forest sure enough!
The pebble was still In his hand. On It
he could read the words: "When you
want to change back hold me tight and
wish." Then the inscription faded, and
George put the pebble in bis pocket.
Now' for the flrtt time he heard the clat
ter of life alout him. The cricket's fid
dling sounded louder than any violin he
had ever heaid before. Three big ants
came by singing merrily at their work,
and noise and shouting was heard every
where. But of the fairy-ladybug George
could see no sign. But he could and did
hear the clump, clump of heavy hoots
coming towards him. George looked up.
It was the piasshoprper h© hod been watch
ing a few' moments before. But either he
or Ihe grasshopper had changed mightily.
For, while It was a grasshopper, it looked
so much like a funny old farmer that
Georg© could not help laughing at the
He was much taller than George. In fact,
he aeemed. in comparing him to George’s
present stature, over six feet, and he wore
on old straw hat. blue overalls <uckod into
his boots that had announced his coming,
an old yellow vest with a brass watch
chain, and all rhia, together with hi© long
chin whiskers, mad© his appearance oo
comical tht George laughed again.
By this time t he grasshopper was In
front of him, "Hallo, sonny!" he salck af
And Georg© noticed that b© was chew
ing tobacco voraciously. "How do you
do, air?” sold George.
"Oh. middlin', middlin’.” said the grass
hopper. “but crops b bad. Why. gosh nil
hemlock!" Here the grasshopper bit o ft
a fresh chunk of tobacco, end renewed his
chewing like a Riant refreshed. "Why,
goeh all hemlock! Clover's so short that
the bumble y bees has to sit down on their
knees to suck the honey!"
Allowing this Instance of the alarming
•tate of the clover crop to be fully Im
pressed upon George, he eyed him over
gTavely and sold. "Who be you?"
"I’m a boy.” aid George. "Who are
"My name's Hopper. G. Hopper. I'm
a farmer," was the reply, "but I never
heard of any of your sort in these parts.
And I couldn't have guessed what you
was if you hadn't told me.”
"Well. I know you,” said George, "and
I couild have guessed your occupation; oh,
yes. I would have known you were a
The grasshopper eyed George sus
piciously. "You're too smart, you are!"
he aaid. "You remind me of Amos Keet
er. He buncoed me, he did! Lightning
rod man. you know!" Mr. Hopper grew
excited and thumped the clenched fist
of h 1 right Into the palm of his open left
hand. "Gosh all hemlock!" he said,
"He's a bloodsucker, Amos Keeler Is!
Yes, sir; a bloodsucker!”
“Well. I'm not,” said George; “I’m only
The grasshopper grew somewhat mol
lified. "I ax your pardon,” he said. "I’d
hate to class you with him; but where
are you going’"
"Oh, nowhere In particular," said
"Well, come n'ong with me, neighbor.”
said the grasshopper, smiling again In his
quaint fashion and chewing harder than
"Where are you going?" asked
"Jlst down to the crickets,” said the
grasshopper. "My dorter married ta dsv
and I’m going to have a dance to-night
In my big barn, bet your boots!” And
the grasthonpei Jumped up Into the sir
and cracked his heels together. But we
must hurry.” he added, "see how long
the shsdders arc gtttln’.”
Mr. Cricket, the Fiddler.
They wets cot long in reaching Mr.
Cricket’s house. They could hear him
playing all the while they approached,
and he only paused long enough to say,
“Come in!” when the grasshopper knock
ed at his portals.
It was a queer place, Mr. Cricket’s
house was. It consisted of one big room
curiously partitioned off, and Mr. Cricket,
dressed in brown, eat, with his fiddle. In
the center of it in a big rocking chair in
front of the lire.
A coui*le of big black beetle* were cook
ing dinner over the fire when they entered.
The grasshopper introduced George to
Mr. Cricket the fiddler,by the simple word
"boy!” and plunged at once into the na
ture of his business. The matter wns soon
arranged. "It’s this way,” said the crick
et, "I’d play for nothing, If that was all,
so that settles that.”
Noticing George’s serious glances at the
beetles, who seemed extremely busy and
extremely taciturn, the cricket paused
long enough in his playing, and. pointing
at them with the fiddle how said, "Board
ers!” And started playing again.
"It’s funny they’re doing the work,”
“Not at all,” said the cricket, stamping
his feet as he played, "who’d do it If they
George could not answer this enigma,
and the cricket paused again to add,
"Used to have the snails boarding with
me, but they couldn’t stand the music.”
"And so they made tracks out of here,”
added the grasshopper. At this both he
end the cticket laughed uproariously, but j
the beetles went on about their work as
stolidly as ever.
The cricket got up and poked them In
the ribs with his bow*. “It’B a Joke:
laugh,” he said. *■*
"Ha, ha,” said the beetles solemnly, and
went on with their dinner preparations.
"Sing something," said, the cricket
fiddling softly. With a curious quaver in
his somewhat harsh voice, the grasshop
The Gri**lioppor* Song.
When you’re skippin’ o’er the medder,
And the sun is shining bright;
You see a fearful figure come
That throws you in a frignt,
The figure is a giant grim—
Your heart goes thump, thump, thump!
in vain you try to get away,
He gets you on the Jump.
Bet ween his finger and his thumb
He hold© you so!
Saying, "Chew, chew tobacco quick
And then I’ll let you go!”
And of coins© you’ve got to do it,
As very well you know.
So you chew, chew tobacco quick
And then lie lets you go.
“I’ll never use tobacco, No!"
Said Little Robert Reed.
And that for him to say, of course,
Was easy, for, indeed,
No one caught him by’ the neck
And held him in the air,
And made him, bo’s to save his life,
Chew tobacco there.
And so we u*e the filthy weed.
It’s nasty as I know,
But if we've no tobacco Juice
’.Vby they won’t let us go.
Blnce time began each boy and inan,
That catches us, acts so—
“ Chew, chew’ tobacco quick,
And then i'll let you go’”
During this song the grasshopper
"Dear Me," He Cried, "I Wish I Was
chewed faster than ever, while George
felt a twinge of conscience, for many a
time he had caught grasshoppers and had
spoken the very words of the song to
them, "Chew, chcwr tobacco quick; and
then I’ll let you go!"
But, really, although the grasshopper
made It appear as If he were addicted to
the tobacco habit through necessity rather
than choice, George could see the old ras
cal enjoyed the weed.
One of the beetles commenced setting
the table "Why won't you stay to sup
per?” asked the cricket.
"Because you never asked us," said the
The cricket looked around cautiously to
sec if the beetles were listening. "Do
you want to stay?" he asked, anxiously
"Oh, no.” said the grasshopper; "we'll
have to tie going.”
"Well. It's better than we generally
have, and more than you're used to, you
know,” said the cricket.
"Oh. ot course,” said the grasshopper,
"you live better than we do because
you've got boarders to provide for you.
But I must go. I've got to tlx things for
the dance, and I’m too hungry to stay
anyway, and my table manners ain't good,
"Jes' so, Jos' so," said the cricket.
One or the beetles came forward at ihla
juncture, saying sullenly, "Don't be in a
hurry, here's your hat." And without
more ado, It and the other beetle pushed
George and the grasshopper out of the
house ana bolted the door behind them,
while they could hear the cricket playing
THE MORNING NEWS: SUNDAY, JULY 8,1900.
Jos. A. Magnus & Cos.,
"Horne. Sweet Home,” with variations ns
they walked away.
"Well, I never ” began George Hut
the grasshopper interrupted him by say
ing. "Thar’s the way they all us do.
They ve got to feed Mr. Cricket ’cause
board with him. But they d-nw the
line nt others. Mighty closed-shelled,
them beetles Is!”
Just then 9 big brown caterpillar turned
the comer of Mr. Crlckett’s house and
swooping down on the grn&shopper caught
him by the lapel of his coat.
”1 say, Mr. this Is too bad!
you know," she whined.
•‘What’s too bad?” asked the grass
‘•"Why. your holding the dance to-nlghr,
and with me having nothing to wear,
but tide old brown dro?s, and it split up
the back! Why didn’t you wait till I
changed into a butterfly? The moths will
be there to-night in all their finery, and
won’t they Just laugh at me!”
The grasshopper scratched his head re
flectively. “Wal,” ho said, "It’s too late
now. But never mind. Miss Brown, you’re
going to have a donee yourself, I hear.”
“Yes, my coming out ball, you knew. 1
shall wear o beautiful costume of yellow',
and say! it will be my turn then to turn
up my atennae at those horrid Moth girl*,
won’t it? However,” the caterpillar seem
ed struck with a happy thought. ”1 can
recite something if I dance to-night, and
when I do come out, Just think of it! Tt
will all be printed in the Grass Forest
News, under the heads ’Butterflies of
Fashion. Swirl in the Mazy Dance.’ and all
that sort of a thing, don’t you know'!”
"Oh. there gorJ deer old Mra. Slug. I
must speak to her!” and the caterpillar
hurried ofT. j
"Who did she say she wanted to see?"
asked George, who had evtood
wdiile the voluble Miss Brown had rattled
on to the grasshopper.
"Mrs. Slug.” said the grasshopper, hus
band’s a prize fighter.”
"Does h really fight?" a?ked George
Mr. Hopp r shock his dubi usly.
"No; I can’t sav that he does.” he said.
"But Ms name ’a Slug nrd they put him
down as a prize fighter. That’s the way
you’ll find things are managed here, an]
it woiks first rate, t o.
What Happened at Ihe Grasshop
They hnd been walking hurriedly a?
they w re s eaking and it was not leng
be fre they reached the grasshopper’s
It watt a age double cottage, nicely
tba'Chfd. A clear spree of ground n°arbv,
lh scere, evidenty, of the coming festiv
ities. was being swept by some an;s.
"Yes; this 1- my home " said the grass
hopper pointing to it. “I had to bill'd It.
nobody would take me in like Cricket
does the Be ties.”
"Why wouldn’t they?" asked George.
The grarshopp r looked down at his
lorg legs, and then, leaning over, he
whispered confidentially In George's ear.
"Thev were afraid I'd jump my board."
"Would you have?” Inquired George.
"It all and pends upon how high the
board was," said the grasshopper.
Georre puzzl'd a moment over this re
ply. his first thought being that Mr Hoo
per was qu zzrg him. But the grasshop
per was looking as sober and solemn as
Mrs. Hopper came out at this, followed
by a who'e lot of little Hoopers They all
seemed to take George’s presence as a
matter cf course.
"Where's the bride and groom?" asked
Mr. Hopper, after he had kissed the chil
dren all around, "They’re eating the hon
eymoon." answered Mrs. Hopper. "The
Bees just brought it. and the Queen her
self sent word she'H_be here to-night!”
Mr. Hopper took a fresh chew of tobacco
and tugged at his whiskers proudly.
"Gosh all hemlock! Ma!! he said, "the
Queen? Why it's aa honor. The Butter
flies don’t have sieh company!”
Mr. Hopper then, though rather late, as
George thought, introduced his wife and
family, and they all went Into the house
together, where they found the bride and
groom eating a large piece of honey In the
shape of a moon and 'Mmpering at each
other. Mr. Hopper Introduced his daugh
ter and her husband. "Nice fellow, you'll
find," he said to George, "but a leetle
green, a leetle green.”
The bridegroom was green. In fact, he
was a grasshopper of the green species.
My daughter had known him, but a short'
time," volunteered the grasshopper, "when
he said to her; "Marry mo or leave it
alone, just as you please.' ”
"And what did your daughter do when
he said that?" asked George.
"Why, she jumped at the chance, of
course.” said the grasshop’per gravely.
"Supper's ready!" said Mrst Hoppr,
putting her head in the door.
"But we've been so busy that nobody
has had time to milk. You won't mind
having your catnip tea plain, wilt you?"
she asked, turning to George.
"Not at all. ma’am," said George.
"I ni sorry you don’t like It,” said Mrs.
Hopper. 'lt's the only kind of tea we
"But I didn't say I didn't like It,” said
"Yes, you did," said Mrs. Hopper. "I
asked you If you liked your tea plain and
you said, 'Not at ail.’ ”
"Oh, I wns speaking about the milk,"
' Kxcuse me! It was I who was speak
ing about the milk,” replied Mrs. Hop
per. with some asperity.
"Well, never mind, ma.” said Mr. Hop
per, breaking in much to George's relief.
"As soon as the cows go to roost I'll
milk ’em myself.”
George blinked at this, hut as It seem
ed to be a perfectly satisfactory state
ment to the others, he said nothing. How
ever, he made up his mind to be present
when the grasshopper went to the cow
roost to milk.
Then they all took their seals und sup
It consisted mostly of spinach.
"Bat hearty,” said the grasshopper
"these were our Christmas greens. The
boue looked beautiful decorated with
them." George thought of the holiday
holly and mistletoe nt home and wonder
ed what they would say when he told
them that friends of his usod spinach for
decorative purposes at Yuletlde and then
ote it afterward.
There was some bread ot the end of
the table and before George could help
himself or any one else to It. one of the
younger Hoppers seized upon It and bolt
ed all there was on the plate. He prompt
ly choked and the new son-in-law, with
great presence ot mind, went to his res-
cue with a fork and soon relieved the vic
tim of his own greediness.
At the sight of her new son-in-law so
doing, Mrs. Hopper burst into tear©.
"It’s all right now, ma’am, it’s all right
now.” said George. "The baby isn’t i>urt
"Oh’ It Isn’t that, it Isn’t that,” sob
bed Mrs. Hopper. "But to think that he,”
here she pointed at the son-in-law, "has
only been In our home but a day, and
already he’s taking the bread out of our
Mr. Hopper, the little Hoppers, and even
the bride glared nt the unhappy groom,
who stuttered and stammered and finally
begged pardon all around.
"The cow's is gone to roost, sir,” caiJ
one of the servant ants coming in at this
moment. "But they’re up so high I’m
afraid to go after them, it makes me diz
zy.” "Never mind, Sally,*’ said 'Mr. Hop
per, Jumping up briskly. "I'll tend to
George clambered up n stalk of grass
is large at? a tree trunk, after farm-r
Hopper At the top in a swaying tangle
of grass leaves they came upon the cows.
And such cows! They were three cornered
in shape and were walking on the under
lie of the leaves, and were, consequent
ly. upside down.
"What do you think of them?” asked
"Why. they’re green!” onsw r ered George.
“They’re not ns green as they look.”
returned the grasshopper, and then he be
gan to stroke the nearest. "This Is the
way we milk them here,” he said.
we want butter, we pat them, butter pats,
you know’,” he added.
When they returned to the forest level
it w'as quite dark, and George noticed that
everybody was vastly excited. The ser
vant ants were running to and fro. the
young Hoppers were being put to bed.
and Mrs. Hopper was extremely agitated.
"It’s pretty near time for the ball.”
said Mr. Hopper. "And ma wants to be
'here fust ns it is fashionable to be there
fu-st, but w'hat’s the use of her trying?
The gvpsey moths, always pushing them
selves where they are not wanted, have
bee nsittlng around on toad ©tools since
sunrise—they’ll get there fust."
Mr. Hopper wn© r’ght, by the time his
party, which included his wife, the daugh
ter end her husband and George, arrived
t the scene of the festivities they found
most of the company assembled.
Two katydids were singing a duet, while
Mr. Cricket, the fiddler, was tuning up.
Meanwhile, paying no attention to anyone
else, the two beetles with whom he board
'd, were waltzing gravely and bumping
into and knocking down every insect that
got in their way.
“Are you sure it won’t rain?” asked
Mrs. ‘Slug, who came panting up just ns
the Hopper party arrived upon the scene.
“Oh, that’ll be all right," said Mr. Hop
i’©r. "The tree toad has been hollering
for dry weather for a w’eek, and the
weather clerk told him that he’d see we
got it, pervidin’ the tree toad ’d shet up.”
”Ah, there’© my husband!” cried Mrs.
.Blug, and George looked up and beheld
‘.he whilom prizefighter tusseling with
some small caterpillars for the place of
vantage he had pre-emptled in the crotch
of a burdock plant that overlooked the
ball room. “Why do you worry, madam?”
asked George. “He’ll get knocked out, h<‘
always does,” was the reply. And sure
enough, an active young caterpillar deftly
pushed him from off his place and down
he came. His wife was at his side brush
ing the dust from his dotlfes. "Why will
you fight?” she was saying. "Why don’t
'•>u stick to market gardening?" But Mr.
Slug only muttered something about hav
.ng a name and started to crawl up the
Before George could notice what sort of
o reception awaited him, the attention of
all was distracted by the arrival of the
tristocracy. This was the Queen Bee. tel
iowed by her train of ladybuge, at w...
head George fancied he recognized the
fniry ladybug who had effected his trans
formation But as she did not speak,
George kept silent. Behind the Queen Bee
and her retinue came the royal band of
drones playing on bagpipes.
“The ball has just begun.” whispered
Mrs. Hopper. "Now that the Queen Bee
Is here things will hum!"
But alas, for the best laid plans of the
denizens of the Grass Forest, a shadow
fell over the dance floor and the sound of
heavy footfalls crushing the verdure and
shaking the earth turned the mirth to
panic. "A giant! A giant!” was the cry
and the guests scattered in wild alarm.
Their terror was communicated to George.
Fp to this he had been watching the scene
with vast amusement and. with his hands
in his pockets, stood jingling a couple of
pennies, his knife and the pebble he had
picked up when the fairy ladybug had
granted his wish to come down into the
Scarcely knowing what he did In his
fright, he clutched the pebble. "Dear me!”
he cried, "I wish I was back again!”
The next instant he found himself sit
ting up In the grass rubbing his eyes. It
was quite dark and then he felt a hand
laid on his shoulder. "Why, Georgle, my
boy, I almost stepped upon you," said a
voice, and George looked up sleepily to
find his father standing over him.
“Your mother has been worried about
you. What have you been doing since 4
"Dreaming sir,” replied George, as he
took his father's hand and hurried with
him to the house for supper.
Roy B. McCardell.
Oamliltng “Chips” as furies.
From the London Mall.
It was when Brooks’ Club rejoiced In
the name of Almack’s that It was the ren
dezvous for high play, and there the cele
brated Charles James Fox lost immense
sums of money.
At that time one of the rules was ttat
members should keep a considerable sum
of money on the table while playing—so
guineas at one table, 20 at another. Wal
pole says the play was for rouleaux of £6O
each, and that 00,000 in specie was gener
ally on the table.
These large sums became a source of
considerable Inconvenience, and then it
was that counters, or chips, were intro
The Ivory set sold recently was a com
plete one of eight counters, representing
the following sums—half a guinea, 1 gui
nea, 5, 10, 25, 60, 100, and 500 guineas. Nine
pounds sterling was the price this rare set,
which in the past represented 09114 guU
Many celebrated men lost and won large
sums with these counters, among them
Burke, Garrick, Hume, Walpole, Gibbon,
Fltt. Fox, Sir Joshua Reynolds, the Prince
of Wales (afterward George IV.). the
Duke of York, and the Duke of Clarence
(afterward William IV.)
One of the greatest losses recoreded took
place in 1899, when four players, whose
united property was supposed to be worth
£2,000,000, lost every farthing they pos
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The Alaska Pirate.
A Piece of Amateur Detective Work
That Reamed a Couple of Run
By CHARLES F. RRIMBLFK’OM.
Late in the summer of 1697 I arrived In
San Francisco seeking my fortune. Th 6
huge, massive buildings, the splendid
stores, the glittering equipages, the glare,
the noise, the hurrying crowds, almost
bewildered me, and I felt that around al
most any corner the fortune I was seek
ing must be awaiting me. But it strange
ly eluded my eager search. For many
days I vainly asked for employment as a
salesman, bookkeeper or bank clerk, for
I felt competent for almost anything,
having just graduated from the high
school. The small sum of money I pos
.sess<*d began to shrink alarmingly, and
my gorgeous dreams to w’ear a sickly and
The Klondike gold excitement was at
its height and many vessels were sail
ing for Alaska. I often went dow'n to
the water front to see these expeditions
depart. There was usually a large crowd
on the wharves, and the steamers got
under way with flags flying and whistles
blowing, and the hardy adventurers on
the decks wildly waiving hats and hand
kerchiefs. Then the crowd gravely drift
ed back into the city, with here and there
a sobbing woman. An ardent desire came
upon he to embark for the Klondike, but
I had not enough money to pay the fare,
much less o procure the necessary out
fit, without which It was utterly folly to
srart. So I was compelled to abandon
One day while walking one of the
principal streets I saw In gilt letter* on
<he upper windows of a large building
the words, "Detective Agency." A bril
liant thought came to me, putting to
(light my temporary discouragement.
Why not apply for employment as a de
tective? There was evidently a great
variety of work open to a shrewd and
clever young man in that capacity, and
I believed that at last the read to fame
and fortune lay before me.
I climbed two flights ©f stairs, and ar
i ivrd at a glasa door on which was In
scribed: "Chief’s Office. Walk In." I
nterod. A short man with a gray tnus
rasche stood be.dde a large office desk. He
looked at me inquiringly.
“I wish to see the chief.” I said.
“What do you want to see him for?” he
asked, with a perceptible Irish accent.
”1 would like to get employment as a
detective,” I replied.
The man sat down at the desk and sur
veyed me keenly.
“I’m the chief," he said. "But you’re
almost too young for the business, me
boy. It takes exparyience and plenty of
and, and often a handy knowledge of
gun-fighting to ho a detective."
“I wish you’d try me, sir,” I said, cour
ageously. "I’m young, but I can learn.”
"True enough,” he assented. "Well, I
don’t mind giving you a little trial. Are
you willing to take your life In your
hand, me boy?”
"Yes, sir.” I answered seriously, trying
*o avoid turning pale.
“Very well,” he said, approvingly. "Now,
of course, you’ve heard ail about the
Klondike gold mines. They’re very rich,
and the steamers that come from there
are every qne loaded with gold—millions
and millions of dollars. Now, there are
train robbers on the land, and there are
pirates on the sea, and what finer haul
for a pirate, do you think, than one of
those Alaska steamers loaded down with
gold dust and nuggets? Now’ listen care
fully. I suspect that there’s a bloody
band of pirates fitting out an expedition
right here in Ban Francisco for the pur
pose of capturing some of those steamers.
I want you to go out and discover them
If you can. Find out where their vessels
is and how big a crew she carries, and
all about it. But be careful! One false
move, and like.ly as not you’ll be found
floating in the bay to-morrow. Good bye,
and good luck to you.”
I reached the street and paused In a
convenient doorway to collect my
thoughts. Here was work cut out for
me! lat first resolved to begin by pur
chasing a large pistol, but further reflec
tion assured me that I would have to de
pend on shrewdness and skill to win suc
cess. To obtain good results I must re
main unsuspected and undiscovered by
the pirates. So I set out for the water
I walked along the wharves very much
on the alert. I examined two vessels
that were loading far the North, but ev
erything about them seemed honest and
commonplace. I continued my patrol, and
at last, at a small, remote wharf, I found
a steam schooner bound for Alaska. Her
name was the Gadfly, and I learned that
she waa to sail that very afternoon.
Something about the craft, I do not
know why, aroused my suspicions. The
sailors were as busy as ants loading pro
visions and stores. I approached and
tried to engage one of them In conversa
tion, but he repulsed me in a rude and sur
ly manner. A large new deckhouse had
been built on the schooner, evidently to
accommodate quite a number of men.
Even at that retired place there were a
few Idlers gazing and gossiping. I Joined
them, and sat down on an overturned
boat, determined to watch everything that
occurred. The first confirmation to try
suspicions came from two roughly dressed
men who paused near me.
"They say the Gadfly Is going to Cop
per river," sold one, with, a kind of sneer.
“They can tell that to the marines."
"Naw!" replied his companion. ’’She
draws too much water. She couldn't git
within twenty miles of the mouth."
And they laughed as they walked away.
In an hour or two some heavy cases
were brought down and carefully hoisted
on board. They were marked "Mining
Machinery," but from their appearance I
suspected that they contained cannon.
Dinner time came and fussed, but I still
remained at my post of observation. The
sailors were working with greater speeed
and toward 4 o’clock a large party of men
came down and went on board. They were
hardy, rugged looking fellows. Some of
them carried guns, and In at least two rolls
of blankets I discovered heavy revolvers
in holsters. Among the passengers I saw
a boy about my own age. He wore a fur
cap and a heavy woolen coat of Arctic
cut. He carried a Winchester rifle on his
shoulder, and a big revolver and sheath
knife in his belt. A large, shaggy black
dog kept at his heels. He strutted about
very proudly, although the other passen
gers guyed him a great deal.
It was now past the hour for sailing,
and everything seemed to b on board,
yet there was a long delay, and at last
word was passed about that the Gadfly
would not sail until very early the next
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morning. So the crowd that had come
down to witness the departure gradually
The evening twilight slowly faded and
darkness came. In Ihe mysterious maze
of masts and rigging lanterns began to
gleam like stars. To landward an occa
sional electric l light threw out a broad
glare. I heard the water sucking and
splashing among the piles with a dreary
sound, and I remembered with a shudder
the chiefs ominous warning.
There was loud talking and laughing
on board the Gadfly, and I crept nearer
to hear any words that might further con
firm my belief In the evil errand of the
schooner. Hut I heard nothing wrong ex
cept a great deal of profanity.
It seemed to me that they were waiting
for something, for several times one of
the officers had come on the wharf and
looked up toward the city with an air of
Impatience. I resolved to wait until I
discovered what this person or thing was.
Between 10 and 11 o'clock a heavy truck
came rolling ponderously down the wharf.
It was loaded with large barrels, about
thirty of them. I heard sharp, suppressed
orders on the Gadfly, and instantly the
sailors swarmed out on the wharf and
began to unload the barrels and roll them
on board with every appearance of appre
hensive haste, urged on by the profane
mate. In my eagerness I walked boldly
"What Is in those barrels?” I asked
a perspiring sailor.
"Gunpowder, sonny," he growled, as he
But the mote's bloodshot eyes had spied
me. He caught me by the shoulder and
sent me staggering backwards.
"You git out of here,” he snarled.
Although very angry at such rude treat
ment. I deemed It prudent to retire, es
pecially as I had discovered what the bar
rels contained. Gunpowder! Nothing
more was needed to convince me that the
Gadfly was bound upon a lawless errand.
What would a mere peaceable passenger
vessel do with thirty barrels of gunpow
der? I felt sure, after this new discovery,
that the mining machinery cases contained
cannon. I set out at full speed for the
When I entered the chief’s office another
man was seated at the desk, a large, dig
nified gentleman with gray side whiskers.
He looked up as I entered.
"I wish to see the chief," I said, breath
"I am the chief,” he replied. "What
do you wish?”
I stared at him with astonishment.
"It was another man I saw this morn
ing." I said. "He told me he was the
chief, and gave me some detective work
"Another man who called himself the
chief!" repeated the gentleman with deep
surprise. "I am the only chief here.”
Although extremely puzzled, I hasten
ed to explain the task that had been given
me and the discoveries I had made.
"This Is very strange." said the chief,
equally puzzled. "I have heard nothing
of any such plot as you describe, and I
feel sure that none of my assistants would
dare to usurp my authority in that man
ner. and especially to place such an im
portant matter as this purports to he in
young and inexperienced hands."
"But there is no time to lose, sir." I
said boldly. "The Gadfly may sail at
any time now that they have their powder
"I will notify the harbor police," said
He stepped to the telephone and spoke:
"Is that Capt. Mardon? Has the steam
schooner Gadfly sailed? Just left the
wharf? Well, I have reason to believe
that all Is not right on hoard. Signal the
revenue cutter to stop her and send a
boat on board. I will come down at once.
All right. Good-bye."
"Now. come with me," said Ihe chief.
“We will go on board the Gadfly and see
what is wrong there. Afterward. I must
solve this mystery of the man who sent
you on that errand."
But before we quitted the office he tele
phoned to someone asking If "Robert had
come home yet.” And I thought ne look
ed very much worried at the answer.
We left the building and entered the
chiefs buggy, which stood at the. door,
and drove rapidly away to the water front.
The chief roused the boatman at the
boat landing, and in a few minutes we
were tossing on the choppy bay in search
of the Gadfly. We soon found her in the
stream with her engines stopped, and
there was some confusion and loud talk
ing. We climbed on board, where we
found an officer and a boat’s crew from
the revenue cutter, surrounded by a
crowd of the passengers and crew. The
chief, in an undertone, soon explained to
the lieutenant the suspicious circumstances
in regard to the vessel.
"Captain,” said the lieutenant, turning
suddenly to the mastef of the Gadfly,
"what are you going to do with thirty bar
rels of gunpowder?"
"Thirty barrels of gunpowder!” repeat
ed the master, unguardedly, and with such
genuine surprise that the lieutenant laugh
“Come, captain,” he said, cheerfully,
“let us take a look at those thirty bar
The captain was very reluctant, but he
had to accompany the lieutenant below
where it was soon discovered that the
thirty barrels contained whisky instead of
gunpowder. The sailor had purposely lied
It is against the federal law to take in
toxicating liquors into Alaska, and as tbo
Gadfly was bound for that territory it was
evident that an Infraction of the laW wa s
intended. The lieutenant promptly inform
ed the master that he could not continue
his voyage unless the whisky was left
behind. 80 the thirty barrels wore hoisted
out Into the boats and taken ashore, much
to the disgust of the owners, who hnd
counted on realizing a huge profit. As
there proved to be nothing to support n
suspicion of piracy, the Gadfly was per
mitted to go on her way.
” But just as we were about to leave the
schooner the big black dog that I had seen
following the young fellow sprang up from
below and leaped upon the chief with great
"Carlo!” cried the chief, In a tone of
amazement. "How did this dog come on
board?” he demanded.
"He came with a young fellow-one of
the passengers,” replied the captain
"Where is he? Bring him here at once ’•
said the chief, sternly.
The young passenger had disappeared
but in a few minutes he was brought up
from below, much against his will, , n q
taken before the chief.
"Why, Robert!” said the chief. Tt was
all ho said, but the tone was full of grief
and reproach. It seemed to cut the boy far
more than angry words would have don©
for his defiant look broke down, and he
said, with almost a whimper:
"I wanted to go. father.”
It seemed that Robert was a runaway
His baggage and numerous weapons were
hoisted out, and he and Carlo returned
with us in the boat. The boy was crest
fallen, and I felt much sympathy for him.
We all went back to the chiefs office!
As we entered 1 saw there the man who
had employed me that morning. I thought
he looked scared, and he made a palpable
effort to escape from the room, -but 1 call
ed out quickly:
“There, sir! There Is the man—the oth
It seemed to be the chiefs fate to be
astonished that night.
"What! Kenny!” he exclaimed. “Did you
call yourself the chief and employ this
boy this morning?” he asked severely.
“Sure, ’iwas only a jok. ©lr,” replied
Kenny. “Ain’t I the chief of the Janitors”’
"You’ll not remain chief of the janitor*
very long if this happens again.” returned
the chief, sharply. "Have you heard of
any piratical expedition being fitted out
in this city?”
"Niver a one, sir,” confessed Kenny,
whose brogue seemed to increase with
"How coutd you utter such an out
"Sure, couldn’t I see as plain as you
can that he was a young greenhorn, and
wasn’t he fair game, sir?”
"No, certainly not. and you ought to
be ashamed of yourself. As it happened
great good came from your foolish Joke,
otherwise I should take further notice of
it. You may go. sir.”
Kenny skulked out, glad to escape so
easily. Then the chief and his son re
tired to an inner office, where I suppose
there was a serious conversation.
After some time the chief came out
and sat down at his desk.
“My boy.” he said kindly, “you have
done a great deal of good to-day. You
have enabled me to rescue my only son
from a dangerous expedition for which
he was ill prepared. And you have pre
vented from entering Alaska, thirty bar
rels of whiskey, which dealt out to the
Indians of that region, would have done
far more damage than thirty barrels of
gunpovredr. I shall make you a suitable
But at that moment the door opened
and a deep voice said:
"I wish to see the chief.”
I rose. with my heart in my mouth,
and looked in my father’s worn and
anxious face. He had come from our
home in a distant city to that detec
tive agency to enlist aid in searching
for his truant son, for—l confess it with
shame—l, too, was a runaway.
Charles E. Brlmblecom.
FE AT HE RE D SI K IDES.
Led Vstrny ly flic Electric Light* li
\\ iltinm Penn** lint.
From the Philadelphia Record.
In the proceedings of the Delaware Val
ley Ornithological Club of Philadelphia,
there Is an interesting account of Mr. W.
L. Bally of the observations made and
records kept at the electrical department
of City Hall, of the various birds who
owe their destruction to the beautiful cir
cle of arc lights which are around the
statue of William Penn.
In August, 1897, a rare bird was found
on the balcony, just below’ the lights of
the tower, which, after attracting the at
tention of many persons, was pronounced
by Mr. Baily to be a young Sora Rail.
This was the first victim after the light
ing of the lumps on July 4 of that year,
and from that time on records have been
kept of all the birds found, their species
being noted as well as the conditions of
the weather at the time.
More than a hundred specimens have
been saved and many mounted by the su
perintendent of the electrical department;
eacTi morning, during migratory periods,
roof, tower and court below’ being search
ed for specimens, 529 in all having been
secured. A red-tailed hawk, which made
his home in the tower, carried away a
number of birds.
Mr. Bally states that he finds It a most
convenient, as well as fairly accurate, way
of observing the fall migration of birds,
the- electrician of the tower merely push
ing the button and the lights doing the rest.
The weather data, its severity, changes of
temperature, moonlight, etc., being espe
cially noted as affecting the flight and
number of victims. Observations show
that in the fall of 1897 only about thirty
were led astray, and six the following
spring, while during a short period in
September, 1898, thirty-tw’o were added to
the list. During the great parade and
Industrial Exposition of last year, when
especial illumination was made and four
festoons of lamps hung from the rim of
Penn’s hat, the harvest of birds was great
ly increased, no less than 452 birds being
picked up in tw'o months. The writer
thinks that the reason s>o few old birds
strike the light is that they are experienc
ed travelers, while the young birds, like
children, are fascinated by the light and
are lured to destruction. This Is especial
ly so on dark and stormy nights when the
birds fly nearer the earth. On moonlight
nights no birds strike, except toward
morning after the moon has disappeared.
Another fact was noticed, that birds not
only migrate in the early evening, but ill
night until break of day.
—At the Summer * Resort—May—“Dull,
isn’t it?” Belle—Awfully! We haven't •
thing to do except to explain to one an
other why w© are not in Paris.”— Puck.