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For The Constitution.
HE newspaper man
was nervous.
To make his debut
in the role of a select
ed story teller, who
had been given a
week to prepare his
nnrra'rive, before a
J critical audience of
, six friends, was an
ordeal that under or-
w
dinar? circumstances he could pa-'s
through without the slightes
barrassment; for many times he had
S'hh. him-just a little touch
js,.!r x.aa- s-k*
rm-e of hi> <•*■>. ranee and olr-i'.iti ,
-
to advance the art of
at Ins >ug„e-..0i. io ..
story-telling among them-etves. as
whimsically put >t-. i.,t„ -mil
He came tn hirriedly, a let' • ■
w is met ami ushered in by his devoted
a itn : rer Mr. H. Samml Smythe (.ortmi-y
SniJt-lD.’who looked fre>n and radiant in
a dress suit and a fragrant bouionni<i<-
He was given a warm greeting bj Ins
assembled friends- „ ■,
-We were just talking about you, said
Lieutenant Cameron Cardgrove, the ha'm,
some bachelor army man -and
on the < i of yo ir delay. Me'A'. l l l
thought you had taken stage flight- >t
-Or was delayed rehearsing your piece,
added Major Howell .Xesb-tt- He was a
flue-looking, gray-hatred, southern mam
and genial humor slione from his twin* n
' . r\. ■ -y ... • n’tO '**>*»**• -ill riiCgt O’.iOVyb
said the devoted Sammy, ’and i mid
them so.” His air was that of a triumph
ant conqueror, while ins fare fair..' beamed
with pleasure.
-J was detained as the ofiice by the re
port from the silver convention,” said
Stuart Harding, the newspaper man- "1
am sorry 1 kept you waiting "
He took the one vacant seat he found in
the room ami east a hurried glance at the
s \ trees turned upon h .in. Amusement
Ti l pleased expectancy were written upon
ihem all. He lad hall h -cd t.iat Cart- r
Handy, the cool, calculating. business-like
politician of fortv-i wo. v. h-> was as devoid
of romance as a blm-biekej speller, would
remain at home; but i’i-tc he was ia his
place- Harding fauc.ed the story would
not strike liamly. I hen lie wondered what
sort of a story liiake Hornady. the middle
aged business man, expected ol him.
Hornady was hard to understand, but he
seemed to ee-joy a good story. Koger
Cleary, the bluff, robust, red-faced railroad
superintendent, who sat lacing him. proba
bly expected a thrilling recital of an Indian
fight or a railway disaster-
"I am afraid I will disappoint yon.”
said Harding, noting the looks of antic.pa
tton: lie bad never before doubled his
ability to pleas- them- "The story lam
going to I-!! is a true one. as alt our
stories are to 1.--*; and. more than that. it.
is a page fr in my newspaper experiences.
1 have never t-ld it before," he added
doubtfully, "ami I am anxious about the
impression it will nmk-•• 1 am afraid some
of you will not like it.”
“1 know ins’ what he’s going to t- ll
us.” said I.ien’i-na nt (’ardgr-we. "it's a
now one about his ,-xpi-rien- es vvhi.Hc re
p- mg the 't'enness---- miners’ war."
protest-'-I Ma jor II ow-dl Nesbitt,
in his soft, courtly way, "we’ve bad scores
of that kind "
‘’They were all good.’’ Cardgrove said.
iTe liked the military flavor of them.
“He’s g-'ing to tel] about how he look
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“THE MANAGING EDITOR SENT FOR ME."
in the ball after sending a page about the
inauguration.” said Sammy Smythe, glow
ing with pride- Harding was totally differ
ent fr->m Smythe in every respect, yet
H singular friendship existed between the
two. Sammy was a perfect type of the
ordinary soeb t v young man (none are
above the ordinary at twenty-three) who
ho 1 a good irn-ome. *ots of sr.iidt elotties
and an abundance of leisure. Harding wj ,
flue s tceiinen of the hard-working, versa
tile and traveled newspaper man. wi. ■
cared little for society or for anything
else exclusive of his profession.
Htird.eg fei. that 1•• nervousness was
leaving 'll 111. when he kicked his chair
over, perched himself o:i the comer tabu
and pr-.-veeib-,: to light a •■igarette that
hud been promptly fnrnish-d by Sammy.
"Mos: of you remember." said he. hold
ing his kn-’i between ids hands, “ he work
] did in Honduras reporting an expect- d
revolution.”
“1 do. distinctly," said Lieutenant Cam
eron. Cardgrovc, who was stationed in
the west at the time and hat! read about
ah the revolutions with absorbed interest.
“It was m fine piece of work.”
"Very fine." assented Sammy.
"I’ruiii a newspaper standpoint, J con
sider it the best piece of work I ever did.”
Harding continued, "ami yet I deserve
less credit for it. In fact, nothing 1 ever
did in my life, whether as a newspaper
num or as an individual, caused me such
loss of self-respect. I have reported politi
cal conventions out of number and politi
cal campaigns galore; I have wr.tten up
ward meetings and eaucauses, ami spun
column after column about stump debates,
ami om-e only have 1 given my reports a
partisan coloring.
“Must have been appointed on the ward
committee,” suggested Carter Handy, half
to himself-
“1 was working on a New York paper
at the time,” began Harding, “and was
just twenty-four—that was live years ago.
One afternoon, jus l as 1 set out from tite
office to do my rotline assignments, the
managing editor sent for me. He held a
yellow cablegram in bis hand, anil as 1
entered his room lie glanced up from it
ami said:
“‘Harding. T am going to send you to
Honduras. You leave in two hours.’
“He explained that a new uprising was
imminent an uprising that promised to
lie a bloodier one than any ever before
experienced bv that country of constant
revolutions. ‘I need give you no instruc
tions,' ho said. ‘Yon know what news is;
go there and send it to us. We want the
situation just as you find it-’
“Two hours is not a long time in which
to prepare for an ocean voyage. I rushed
on board the big steamer at the last mo
ment; my information was that my passes
ami credentials would be on board. A
half dozen of the newspaper fellows were
ahead of me. and were grouped on the
deck- ‘Why, HtiJ'ding, are you here?’ fhey
cried as 1 made my way over the gang
pin nk.
“We got into Truxillo, after doubling
=- -*• —
“I WROTE OFT TUB STORY.”
Cape Honduras, about the same hour in
the afternoon that we had left New York
several days before, t>n the way out 1
met an Englishman, who was in business
at that port, ami 'he secured me a good
room in the hotel where he was stopping.
I’he place was as foreign to me as the
heart of Africa. 1 strolled out that after
noon in order to get some idea of the
situation, and to meet English speaking peo
ple to snV'- myself from a feeling of hope
less isolation- 1 knew about what the
revolution would be; the same old story.
The iigilt between the powers that, be
and a party of hotheaded, ambitious ami.
perhaps, revengeful revolutionists. I sup
pose 1 watched t'iae crowd for an hour,
ami had just started to return to my hotel
when a woman's figure came toward me
along the street. Something in the tine
(figure and graceful Carriage made me
think that 1 bad seen her before, and I
wailed- I recognized her as she Cante
near me.”
“Here’s where the woman comes in,”
broke in It .ger < '-'••.•try. "i wonder if sue
can speak English?”
ilar.; 'g did not heed the interruption,
bm wont on:
"‘lst sMi \ li< : s, of New York?’
I a.-k'l in surprise, extending mv hand.
She turned and held out her Imml frankly
ft, is, siie said, 'and this is Stuart Hard
ing. 1 remember you very well. What on
eartn are you doing here?' 'I have just
arrived. I said to her, 'but what could have
brought you here?' 'Bronchi me here!
she la lulled iu surprise, ‘why this is mv
imtm !’
r J'euiembered 1 had heard that her
itiuivi iiml hnanciul j 111 rrrsurv iii I'cinril
Ameriea. I had met .‘diss Villiers in New
York two .'ears before, just after slm fin
ished school, .she had the beauty of the
Castilian women and spoke English fluently.
' 11 ‘Y 111411 a beaut.nd Woman.
Het dara hair was always arranged in
a dainty, wavy style. Her eves were
brown enough to look extremely black
should anything happen to displease their
owner. Her lips were full and red. yet
sensitive. Iler figure was superb—perfect
mill she v\iis us lithe «*ind us :mv
devotee of DeLsarte, Iler voice wits rich
and melodious. 1 regarded her a.s a woman
wiio would never I ■■. -. To m.v mind sh ■
"as boin -to influence and to command.
“I did not know her very well in New
York, but she impressed 'uy as having
great depth. Site showed a preference for
my society, but when she turned those deep,
unfathomable eyes upon me it always gate
,me a shifty, uneasy feeling. She worn in
elegant styie with good people and appeared
Ito have plenty of m.mey. Sim had left N< w
York a fortnight before I knew it. I met
■her friend, Airs. Carr, on tin l street, and
asked about Miss \ illiers. She was sur
prised that I didn’t know. ‘Why she is in
t'entral America somewhere,' she said.
‘1 am astonished ihat you r-how siieh i:r
--: noram She told im- tli.it of a l her New
! York trlencs «he liked you best.'
"Am! now I had met Miss Villiers again
! and she was even more beautiful than b -
■ fore. M.v pleasure ai meeting an old a.-
: qtiaintaneo in this forcjg.i <•.>;,• was re-
fleeted in lor own happy face.'l never
see a New Yorker here,' she told me as we
i walked along together.
■ " 'You didn’t, know.’ .she said, ‘that I was
I native of this emmtry? 1 was iu the
i United States only to be educated.’
i _ "She was a charming companion and I
| found that I had walked by her side until
’ we bad almost left the city behind us and
! stood in front of a stately enclosure, with
i a residence setting far back half hidden
j behind the luxuriant foliage. YVc had be
: come quite confi lent ia 1 and her face was
I flushed with a rich glow.
"We stopped before the large gate that
opened into the enclosure still talking.
'Miss Villiers,' 1 said, 'wouldn't it be ad
visable for you to go back to New York for
awhile? I have trustworthy information
ATLANTA. GA., TUESDAY. SEPTEMBER 12, 1893.
that a terrible revolution is imminent. Your
life would be in danger here.’
"She glanced up at me startled. On,
1 think these rumors must be unfounded,
she said hastily. ‘Tin* revolutions are so
cruel. In case there is one, you will help
the government, of course?’
“She had placed her gloved band on my
arm in her agitation and was bending
eagerly forward. ‘No,’ 1 said emphatically,
for an instinct told me that 1 was saying
just what she desired me to say- ’No,
1 will not. The government is too cruel.
I am with the revolutionists —the people.’
“Her gloved hand tightened on my arm,
her eyes sparkled, her breath came faster
for her excitement.”
“ ‘By heaven,’ said Ueutdiinnt Card
grove excitedly, striking his knee with his
ciinelmd tisi. 'couldn't yon tell that she was
a revolntioaifxt.?’ He had been intensely in
terested and Harding appreciated his out
break. although the lieutenant had over
looked the finer points of the story.
“ '(Hi. 1 can ti-est yon. I know,' she said
half passionately,” continued Harding. “‘I
know it from the hour 1 first met you in
New York; 1 know it now. 1 am so glad
you are here. Perhaps you may help us;
perhaps yon may advise father.’ Her voice
lowered to a whisper as she glanced over
her shoulder, and bending forward until
her warm breath went against m.v cheek,
she said: ‘Yes there is to be a revolution
and a bloody one, I fear. Father is the
leader. He has sore grievances, for he
lias been thrown out of power by a revolt;
ami then he is the champion of a prin
ciple. .Inst as soon sis the plans mature
the insurreetion will come.’
“For some reason her disclosure did not
surprise me. I tor previous conversation
had somehow prepared me for this. I said
nothing, but. growing more and more ani
mated as she talked, she laid the whole
plan of the uprising before me. She trusted
ni" implicitly, even io giving me the mimes
of the loaders and the date when the out
break was expected to come. As I listened
to her the conviction grew in my mind that
her father vas about to stir up a cruel
and causeless rebellion. No higher motives
than those of revenge and power to be
gained impelled him onward. And yet she
believed in the righteousness and justice
in his cause with all her heart.
“Harkness was falling when I left her.
I felt a thrill of triumph in the consciousness
that i bad in my possession the entire plot
of the revolutionists. 1 was sure that none
of my rivals had such information. As
1 started to go Miss v’iliiers said: ‘This
is where I live. Come out to see me to
morrow. 1 am glad to have some one
here whom I can trust as a friend.’
"I went to my room and wrote out the
story. 1 gave every detail, mentioned ev
ery name 1 could remember and made it
a.s picturesque as possible. Miss Villiers
figured in it in a very romantic way. I
gave what she had told me as near word
for word as I could recall it amide
- ri’iori her as the beautiful air! wlmm
many New Y’orkers would remember, not
as the daughter of a revolutionist, but
as a. charming young woman just out of
school. It was far into the night when I
t’mished and as I read it over i felt the
deep sense of satisfaction that conies to
those who realize that they have done their
best. My story was sk<?tcy, yet graphic
and dramatic. I felt that it was good.
T'hi H'-xt lit, 'ling 1 filed i‘. wi'h a privatie
message to the managing editor that it
was to be used only on the eve of the
outbreak.
“The next day I spent leisurly, while the
other newspaper men were running their
legs off trying to scent a rebellion.
1 saw Miss Villiers often during the few
days that followed. The day after 1 sent
my story I called on her. She was expect
ing me; her dress, her manner betrayed
it, and the greeting I received was even
more cordial than that of our first meeting.
"She became more and more confidential
each time 1 called, and it was plain to me
that she was beginning to regaril me as an
ally. She evinced a marked degree of pleas
ure at the interest 1 displayed in what she
told mo. and I could not believe otherwise
than that she looked forward to Iny visits
with a feeling akin to eagerness. She was
an enthusiastic believer in the justice of her
father's cause, and often her warm and
vigorous words elicited just as strong sen
timents from me. I always regretted such
remarks after I made them.
“It was the morning of the fourth day
after m.v arrival in Honduras that 1 iound
m.v fellow correspondents grouped together,
gruvrly sonic* <|U<*s’.i«Mi.
iK*ss marked on every ‘ I here s !!;ir<l-
injx bow’* i’lieil llowlon. who r»*pre
seated two papers. I walked up to them.
‘Have you discovered a -ingle germ <d the
alleged revolution?' I asked, with t<he easy
w■ I m
“DAMN THEIR RLI NDKRINII SOI LS!”
feeling which cairn 9 ' from the knowledge
Ihat mv story was already in the New
York ottice ready to be used in three days.
"YVhv, the devil! You've beat the lot
of us,” said r.risban. ‘1 admire your
nerve read that!' and he shoved a yellow
sjip bearing a cable message under my
nose. It was from his managing editor,
and asked if he were dead, and instructed
him. in case he were not, to come home;
the'others had similar messages.
"Mv paper hud printed my story four
da's too early! Not another paper had
a line! , . . , ..
"‘Damn their blundering souls, was an
1 could say. 'ls it possible they have
printed niv story in spite of my instt ac
tions?' 'We are Ihe blundering idiots
said Hewton; ‘you've beat the litiesL I
left them abruptly and walked out of the
place, going anywhere. I was confused;
1 tried to estimate tile probable result ol
the premature publication. 1. fell a sense
of personal unsafely . 1 hadn I "allm i long
brforr I in Iron! ol Mi>s \ liners s
| wondered ii sin* knew ol il . 1
was undecided whether to see her or not.
I had started to turn away "hen I neard
]mr voice, ami there she stood facing mo.
■dm extended her hand in frank welcome,
rut! 1 felt unspeakably relieved. Evi
denth she hud not heard the truth.
"We walked together to the house and
she led me Io a small parlor up stairs. Sue
was very calm in all her but
I could sec till! she wtts disturbed. 'Where
i- vottr father?' ! asked. ‘ls it possible
that vou have not heard.' she* answered
sadly." ‘He was arrested last m.ght. but
so were fifty others of the leaders.’ Here
was a worse state of affairs titan 1 had an
tieimited; m.v cablegram had informed Hie
government. 1 felt like a guilty coward,
but she had no word of reproach for my
action. ‘lt is all over,’ she said sorrow
fully; ‘nothing can save father, now.
"‘And what will become of you?’ I
asked excitedly. She was very calm then,
and said, simply: 'I am expecting the sol
diers every moment: I, too. will be ar
iCoutinucd Third Coliunn Second Page.]
A SAILOR LAD.
son ft ityrrniENCES told an At
lanta JiOY HEEOItE THE MAST.
A Tar From Two AV recks—A Story from a
Sailor Who Gave Up the Sea After Many
Severe Trials and Narrow Escapes.
For The Constitution.
ELLO there, shipmate!
Heave to and give us
your starboard fore
hie. Bless my soul,
> if I've given my flip
per to any one I was
tso glad to see in many
a long, weary day.
“How long have you
I been ashore? J ust
we" doubled the
© O jßsii
fS
Ao, omy one trip al tn
•Horn' together, and thatJ' lll ' 1 11' 1 h for
sea-going. Dry land is. 1 have
me from now on, espei tab. ■
the sweetest little wife and boy that
eV “Sal7 :l horse and duff are things of the
past, and 1 can sleep m a bed I.hat_ s amis
as firmly as a rock. I used to p' t« 1
enjoy sleeping in a. bunk when ae v s.
was standing on her beam ends, but no
I don't mind admitting that it was most
unwholesome, and. though no one knew
it 1 was nearly always scas.c.i.
“Bu-i. tell me how was it. you happened
to t;i&e to dry land? I would imagine
that old shell-back like you worn, be
as :queli out of place on land as a lubbet
woutl at sea.”
"That is just the way I felt when
T fir-t latideil with a resolution
to dop ashore, but it wore off pretty soon,
and 1 am as much at home here as any
landsman- You have been on the s< a
until y<m think iho little girl Tiuit
win v."jilking <>b the 'beneh A\iih Inn
mother, and they came across a man hi 1 1”
on the rocks iu a dying condition, the
high tide had drifted Hie poor fellow m
and. receding, left him high and dr.', -be
little child exclaimed: 'Oil, mamma,
who is that? The mother answered,
‘Some poor sailor man. 1 think, whole
upon the I’trle girl commenced to pull
at. Isis legs and cry to her mother, '( nine,
mamma, let's drag him back in the watei,
he might die out here on land-’
“Yes./ i am through with salt water,
and foe this reason: You may think it a
long-winded yarn of suffering for otto man
to undergo in one voyage, but it is a-,
true as gospel, (dome in here and we
will have a pot of porter or half-and-half
while 1 make your hair stand on end
‘like quills upon' the fret ful porcupine.’
"A tier we landed in New York on that
event fill Marv j.’owell, and had biO"n tn
all our money, I shipped on board the
Grover Clevelatul. She was a huge four
master, owned by a big tlemoerat, x\ hq
was so elated over the recent election ot
a democratic president —the firs! m ov t
a score of years—that lie named this vessel
jus 9 >ff the stocks after this leader of
" ''left \'ew York Th; tirsr drri
M .y. ami everything looked propitious for
' a smooth and pleasant voyage- A brand
new slit 9 ', with brand-new rigging, sails
and running gear, good officers and as fine
n set of seamen as ever tat-
tled down the shrouds. The skipper
was a fine old man, and tiiade
it his special business Io see that we got
full ami plenty to eat of the best sea taro
to be had, but he certainly made us work
and would ‘crack oil’ every rag she could
carry. When any other vessel would be
under single reefed topsails, we would
still be under royals. It was his imtention
to make the smartest trip on record be
tween New York and 'Frisco,' and the
resnl' was that he kept her heeled over
ami throw iug the spray over her bow
i like a monitor outside the heads
i Everything went nicely enough until we
| struck Hatteras. It was a genuine joy to
j watch her dive into the seas, sticking her
i nose under nt every plunge and come up
I and shake herself like a dog coining out of
I the water, rise on the next wave ami plunge
I again. To stand forward and look aft at
| the spread of white canvas it looked like a
1 magnificent queen skimmnig over the water
; ami bowing gracefully greeting each pas
sing wave. YY’e struck a very lively blow
i oft' Hatteras, however, and lost the jigger
, mast, for not a sail would the old man
trike in until the first and second mate
: pleaded with him on bended knees al
-1 most to consider the lives of the crew, and
i not until the mast was overboard would lie
; let go even one staysail. After that the
| passage to Montevideo was smooth enough
I with the usual amount of pulling and haul
! ing on the braces trying to get through the
| doldrums about the equator. Al Monte
' vidio the jiggermast was restepped and we
were off for tiie Horn.
"It was then about the Ist of July and
the winter was getting a good start. The
blows were of terrific force and the old
man stood well down toward the southward
to get all the sea way possible. Day ai
ter day the wind blew and raged and
the heaviest sea was running I ever saw. At
best close-reefed topsails were all she car
ried and most of the time we were under
bare poles. For two weeks we lay wal
lowing around with one sea after another
washing the decks fore and aft. What a
miserable time we had with extreme cold
and continued watching no one but a sail
or can appreciate. The rigging was all
covered with ice and my poor old hands
were torn to pieces with reefing the canvas
: frozen stiff. We were getting well along
j when one night in the midwateh dead ahead
I only a. few cable lengths an immense ice-
I berg was sighted. The darkness was so
I intense that we were right on top of it
! almost before it was seen. The mate
I rushed aft to the wheel yelling like a mad
| man 'Let her go off! let her go off! for your
life let her go off!’
“Too late: we struck withlra tremendous
| crash, carrying away all the head gear
I and staving in the bow. The water rushed
in with terrible rapidity and, seeing that,
there was no possible chance to save her,
all hands were orilered to tlm boats.
“I don’t know what impelled me. but
sometliing told me to jump for tin' iceberg,
to which we were still stuck hard and fast.,
i The others made for the boats, but. poor
I devils, they never got one over the side, for
' in a very few moments she reeled like a
I drunken man, slippd away from the iceberg,
i kicked up her stern ami took her last dive,
I carrying all on board to the bottom witli
i her.
“Horrors, what a death! Give us a glass
i‘ of something hot to warm me mi, for I
! can feel the aching cold in my bones yet
! from that accursed and yet blessed ice
berg for me. Il makes me shudder to
think of the awful experience I underwent
marooned there in the pitch blackness of
I night without a morsal to eat nor with
' scarcely enough clothing on to dust a iid
j die. Shivering from cold, fright and ex
haustion 1 sank down in a dead faint ami
' there I stayed in happy oblivion until broad
daylight, when 1 awoke to the most intense
agony I ever felt. Every bone and joint
in my body ached and throbbed an 1 I was
as powerless to move as one paralyzed
and could only groan aloud for mercy from
God. The wind had abated and the sea
was considerably smoother, as I could
tell from the motion of the iceberg anil the
rear of the surf against it. There 1 lay.
suffering such fearful torture that my
prayers were alternately for deliverance
and death. My anguish made me strug
gle to rise, but in vain. Every attempt
only made me appreciate still more how ut
terly helpless 1 was. Finally, summoning
all the will power possible and every atom
of strength in my body, I succeeded in
rising to a sitting posture and looked
around to see if there was
any sign of the ship or any of iny mates.
Noihing! Nothing, but a dreary waste of
rolling waters as far ns the eye could
reach. Adrift in the vast ocean on an ice
berg, perhaps thousands of miles, fxpm the
nearest help. For more than an hour 1
was so completely occupied by the excru
ciating pains that racked my fiame that
the awful situation 1 was in did not fully
dawn upon me. At last the full realiza
tion of the hopelessness of ever leaving
there came with overpowering force. Adri 16
on the ice in, a. quarter of the globe where
few vessels frequent and where the sea is
so rough almost incessantly that to lower
a boat from a vessel is an impossibility.
With this conviction I thought 1 would go
mad. Why had 1 not gone down with m.v
shipmates and been spared this anguish
mid torture? My mental suilering became
so intense that all thoughts of my stiff, be
numbed and aching limbs passed- Tlwy
seemed to limber up as if nothing ailed
them, and 1 rose to my feet witli the de
termination to heave myself in the water
and join McGinty, and was just in the act
of going to tile edge of the ice for that
purpose when I noticed on the horizon a.
mist of smoke. Smoke! Smoke! A steamer
must be there. I rubbed my eyes and
looked again, fearing ii. might, boa. mirage.
Jo\* —it is smoke! 1 here I stood as though
rooted to the spot, half insane, drinking in
tiie most beautiful of 'ill earthly visions.
Smoke! Smoke! M.v whole frame quivered
with excitement. YVould she come near
enough to see me? .Heaven direct her to
my relief! She was coming up rapidly ami
now 1 could make out her masts. On she
came, gradually rising higher arid higher
owr the hill of Hie horizon until at last
her hull was in full view. 1 pulled off my
coat and commenced to wave witli all my
strength and to yell with the force of
twenty pair of lungs, a. . •ugh she was
yet live miles away. My Excitement be
came so intense that there 1 danced around
yelling and swinging m.v arms like a Co
manche around I lie victim at the stake.
She seemed to be standing to leeward o£
tiie berg, and if she did 1 was lost, lost for
ever. 1 renewed t lie yelling and signaling
with all my might as she came nearer,
and never did mortal heart yearn towards
its Maker in prayer as did mine in those
moments of suspense. She saw me and
swung around to head tiie wind. .1 could
see all hands collected ioer d on Hie
forecastle looking ahead. As she ap
proaeliel tiie skipper put a man with a
lead line in each cbaitii, and steamed sluwly
ahead, sounding all gradually
sneaking slowly upon the berg like a cat
upon a mouse, until the bow of the vessel
almost, touched the ice. A line was hove
to me with a "be quick now before we
strike.” And say, mate. I was quick, too.
to bend a bow line around my body and
thev hauled me through the water am!
l u ri- urd. i nih ti. \. .1, legtm m<-!n r
shanty. She proved to be a stetiih wnaler
on a cruise in tiie antarctic, but I never
knew it for a good three weeks afterwards
for when they landed me on deck I was
again in happy oblivion and remained so,
they say. for twenty-four Yiours before
showing but little sign of life, and three
weeks iater I came to my right mind once
more.
“But let's have a little more that cheers
and inebriates, for even these memories
make me shiver."
"Well, I should say you would shiver.
], too, have been wrecked
since we were shipmates, but. my experi
ence was a regular picnic iu comparison
wilh yours, and I had rather die than re
peat miiic. Any kind of wreck is bad
enough, but I am not in San Francisco
yet on that, voyage and -here's luck to you.
mv boy, and every honest-hearted man that
follows the sea. Fill 'em up again, my lad.
and before 1 get there I believe 1 can ti ll
you of a worse experience than the iceberg.
"After a few weeks 1 was able Io be on
my pins again, thanks to tiie knowledge of
the skiuper, who had navigated tiie cold
seas, north and south, all his life, and
knew how to work with frozen men. 1.
joined his crew and signed to remain with
him until the cruise was finished The
seas were getting so rough in the south
that we had stood to the northward, in
tending to niotich around among the Sa
moan and Hawaiian islands.
"(Ine evening a whale was sighted from
the crow's nest and the boat I belonged to
wjs called away in eh.ise. At about the
same time another wh.ile was seen on the
other bow and a bo-it was also sent in
ciia.se of him. We ,T.pp"d up on the mon
ster in no lime and had made last to him
with two harpoon lines. He sounded. <ar
rvitig all tiie line out tiie first sou :'i it
seems that tiie other boat made fast to
its game and that fello" started sounding
in the opposite direction from ours. There
we were botll going in opposite directions
at a terrific speed. Our boat was darn ing
along over the water as if in tow of one of.
tiie ocean greyhounds of the western ocean.
"Tiie vessel started after tiie oilier boat,
following closely upon it, while
we were spinning in tile oppo
site direction as fast as tiie
whale could carry ns. Seeing that the
distance was rapidly increasing and night
rapidly approaching, we wanted tiie mate
in charge to cast adrift and let us return,
bill he held on hoping to get a shot with
the bomb mid secure rhe game. \\ ilh tiie
closing day tiie wind began to freshen and
around tiie horizon dark banks of clouds
were arising, the sun setting into a heavy
bank of clouds as red as blood. Again w.*
entreated the mate to east oil and again
lie refused. Tin- wind continued increasing
and by tiiis time tiie sea was getting quite
choppy so that, tiie boat hold so lightly
down by the tow line could not ride over
•the crests of the waves, but plowed straight
through and shipped quantities of water
cavil time. This kept all busy bailing to
keep from swamping. Tiie ship in the
meantime had chased tiie other boat until
she was half-mast: down below the horizon
and still leaving us. A general growl
started among the boat’s crew, but: to no
advantage until at lust we threatened to
throw tiie mate overboard it he did not
east off and return to the ship. He did
so with reluctance and headed for wher >
we last saw tiie ship, which was now* out
of sight and darkness had set in. The
wind continued increasing until half a gate
was on and the little boat had all she could
do to keep aright. Tiie spray was pouring
over ns all tin- time and it kept all hands
bailing to keep from swamping. Tito un
lucky part was that the boat compass
hail been left aboard the ship and Hie
entire heaven was now covered with clouds,
so that there were no stars to steer by.
The .situation began to look serious ami
every one was growling as only a gang
of dissatisfied sailors can do. Maledictions
xvere hurled at the head of the mate, who
sat. silently in the stern sheets steering
where he thought we saw the ship last.
We saw how utterly useless it was to be
sailing on when there was nothing to guide
us and told the mate to stop and let the
ship come to us. for she would be sure
to look for us, whereas if we kept sailing
wo might be going dead away from her
all the time. The sails were lowered and
PRICE 5 CENS
we went drifting along to leeward before a
constantly increasing wind. Tiie wind on
our wet clothes ma le it very cold and dis
agreeable and there we sat shivering, curs
ing and bailing through the entire night.
With tiie morning a heavy
rain set in which beat
down tiie sea a little, but the wind held up,
nor was there any sign of the ship in tiie
short distance we could see through tlm
rain. Every drop of wat?r was caught
and saved, for we did not know now how
long We were to remain, and the breaker
we had only contained live gallons. The
bailing pans and our hats were all filled
and an allowance meted out to each man
from then on. 1 thought, that night was
the longest and most disagreeable a person
could spend, but it was only a foretaste of
what followed. All that day and night we
spent in weary watching ‘for the ship that
never returned.’ The next tweutyfour
hours relieved us of the rain and wind,
but still brought no hope with it of a res
cue. If all the curses of the seven men
who were witli that mate could be visited
upon his head eternity would have to get
an extension to have time to fill them.
Hunger commenced to tell o n the men and
the aliowam-e of water was diminished
one-haif. The ship no doubt patrolled tha
locality of where we had been most faith
fully to rescue us. but wiiat witli the sail
ing and drifting we had done could she ex
pect? Hope on top of hope was lost in
tiie dreary reality of the awful situation.
Tiie nearest land was hundreds of miles
away, and nothing but a few frail planks
between us and the bottom of the sea.
The third day came amt was spent in weary
watching. Wliile some of us slept the
others kept a bright lookout for a sail of
any kind.
During my watch I stood in the bow
tiie entire time and strained my eyes to
sea, watching the horizon from ail points
of the compass. 1 felt weak and faint,
with a gnawing sensation in my stomach
that is the most agonizing to endure. I
began to wish that 1 had died while on
tin? iceberg than to have been saved to lie
slowly tortured to death by starvation.
Memories of home and loved ones came to
me, and I sat down and cried like a baby.
“Another night of cold and hunger passed
only to break into a day of eoutintied tor
ture. It was, indeed, pitiful to look into
tiie wan, anxious faces of tiie others who
silently endured the pangs of hunger and
thirst, only speaking to curse the mate.
Threats were rife to hurl him overboard.
'There he sat suffering as much as any of
us, will) all the hatred of the crew loaded
on his shoulders. Thus we drifted for
seven days and eight nights, with the same
days of hopes and nights of
dt-spondency and tears. On tm- morning
of Hi eeighth day the stroke oarsman de
liberately slid over Hie .-ide and di-.tppear
ed forever, and by noon another was a
raving maniac, with such venom against
Hie mate that he cut his throat before
we con.'i stop him, and then commenced
to appease his insatiable desire ter food
and water by devouring his victim. YY'e
ail looked for a moment horrified. Then
to see him eat made my mouth water to
sin-h an extent that Hie brutal craving
overcame all other senses, and I, too, witli
all tic others partook first daintily, then
ravenously, until nature was r“li“Ved.
After the maniac had satisfied himself
with the.first victim, a ” ugg'e • • ipm •n--d
between him and the one sitting r.<on--.-,c
him- Fight tig and scratching, they got the
boat to rocking until in the struggle they
went ovei board, nearly capsizing the boat
as they did so. \ ainly we endeavored to
res<-iie them, but they kept getting further
and further away, shrieking and struggling;
then from sheer exhaustion, they sank to
rise no more.
"The remaining four of ns sat silently
sharing at each other, and, no doubt, think
ing who next won'-.' give up his claim for
th? miserable hours dragging bv. Tims
for several hours we sat.' each ‘man oc
cupied with in’s own thoughts ami each
one gazing, gazing, anxiously gazing for
some sign oj relief to conte down on us.
Sud ieniy one of the men jump d up. clap
ping his hands. ;Hll | Jik( . a
A sail!"
\i e ai! looked eagorl.v to where he point
cd, but, could see not' ing. He continued
with Ins joytul actions and exclamations,
but its none ot ns could see a*:' thing we
each concluded that ho, poor man. was the
next, lie ordered ns to >:ep the mast and
hoist our sheet and another to steer while
he stood for'rd to conn. Like pie •s of ma
chinery we obev“d still Jc lieving him mad.
Nueh was not the ease, however, for soon
We could till mak” out a dim white object
on Hie horizon and catching the endmsi.isin
1.-tiiglied and cried ami embraced each otlt r
let' ver - joy. For tin* moment I loved tlm
God who mad" me suffer. Hie flesli. tiie
devil and H'-t whole world with every living
ei-e.iture on its Vmri.ice. 1 had suffered phy
sical fiain. pangs of starvation, aiw ni-!i of
mind and tiie dregs ot dcspoiideii' V. but
these sensations d" " imlb- into insignifi
cance with tiie exi ru'iatiiig thrills of j 0,,.
"We Imre down on her rapidly, being im
pelled by a strong breeze, :) nd in two hours’
time were safely aboard the trimmest little
bark th;il sv.mii-'. The moment I felt the
l:rnt deck helving under my feet 1 fell down
and thanked God for my second deiiver-
"W’ell, when yon .started out to tell nte of
suffering 1 expected to hoar of a hungry
ship with seine of these knock-ymt-down
with-a-belaying-pin mates who made ship’s
lif" a burden for you but not such a blood
curdling series of trials. It's a wonder
'<ni are not a jrav-iieadei! maniac."
G. W. CIU'SSEiJ.K.
Heart Songs of a Southern Sinter.
From The Hamilton. Ont.. Herald.
The poetry of the south should be remarka
ble for its warmth and tenderness, and thes*
are the qualities, combined with a rare felic
ity of expression and charming fancy, which
impress one in reading the poems of Frank
L. Stanton, several of which are reproduced
elsewhere In today s I!• ■r:’hl. .Many of these
arc old friends, but the Herald's readers will
make them none the less welcome on that
account. Mr. Stanton ii'longs io the school
of American verse writers of which Eugene
Field and James Whiteombc Itiley are types.
He has sprung into prominence during the
past few years only, but today there is no
poet in Ameriea whose work is iu greater
demand. His verses find their way into the
columns of every newspaper in the country,
anti as his powers of production seem to be
practfi ally unlimited, it is an everyday oc
currence to find his tender heart-songs going
the rounds of the press. They are always
popular iteeause they ap'peal in words that are
beautiful in their direct simplicity to those
fundamental emotions of the human heart
which are common to us all.
As has been said, one of the chief qualities
of these southern heart-songs of his is their
exquisite tenderness. Tito richness and lan
guor of the poem, Night on the Verandah,
with its recurring line,
Night! ami the South! and Juno!
conjures up a picture that stirs the heart,
with its warmth and satiates tile senses with
tiie heavy fragrance, as of magnolia blossoms,
stealing through it. It is a lovely bit of
idealism.
A Cyclone with Horse Sense.
From The Lake City. Fla., Reporter.
During the hurricane at Tybee, Ga„ last
Sunday a piano was blown a half mile and
smashed Into kindling wood. There’s a tuna
not far from Lake City wbo says he doesn't
care how soon the cyclona strike* tha
box at hto house. 4