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VOL. XXVII.—NO. 9.
A STORY OF THEJUARTERDECK.
By MOLLIE ELLIOT SEAWELL.
Author of “Little Jarvis," '* Midshipman Pauld
ing," “Maid Marian,” “Children of Destiny,"
etc—Copyright; all rights reserved.
CHAPTER 111.
Just six years after the May day that
Taung Brydell had nearly shot Grubb's
head off, on a day as bright, he sat with a
number of other young fellows about his
own age around a long table answering
the questions of three professors, who v. ere
examining them. Each had a great stake
in this examination, as it was for an ap
pointment to the naval academy at Annapo
lis.
Young Brydell had ceased to be Young
Brydell then, being quite fifteen years old.
He had had a. good many changes >n those
six years. Much of the time his father,
now a lieutenant, had been at sea. hut un
luckily, whether his father was on sea or
on shore, Brydell was still allowed to rave
his own way. and a good deal more of the
lieutenant’s pay than was good for a boy.
The old tenderness and sympathy still en
compassed him—he had no mother. There
forC," whenever Brydell found himself dis
satisfied at s< hool a complaining letter to
his father would result in his going some
where else. When his teacher represented
«nat Brydell, although an extremely bright
fellow and fond of reading, yet neglected
his recitations tor athletics, Brydell would
write a most convincing letter to his fath
er. explaining how impossible it was for
him to do more at his books when his du
pes as captain of the football eleven were
taken into consideration, and his letters
were so bright and well written that his
father, as foolishly fond in his way as poor
Grubb, would persuade himself that the boy
would come out all right. He had even been
sent to Switzerland 'to school, but like the
other schools, this one did not suit Brydell
and six months after he was home again,
fortunately Brydell possessed certain strong
traits of character that are difficult to
spoil. He was perfectly truthful, brave
and had naturally a good address. Noth
ng could have been prettier than the de
votion between him and the lieutenant.
As Brydell said: ‘‘Old man. fatherly re
spect is out of the question. When you got
married at twenty, you took the chances of
having a. boy in the fl°ld before you were
■< ady to quit it yourself, and I’ll agree to
in at you as an elder brother, but we’ve been
■hums 100 long for you to come the stern
' ult . . nd Ibis would be said
with such an affectionate hug that the
■it utenant could only make believe to growl.
And so Brydell grew up, without any of
the wholesome restraints and self-denial
of more fortunate boys. He was not a
conceited boy. but Ip: realized that when
i ver he had failed it was because he had
not really exerted himself, and he had a
natural ami optimistic way of looking at
life, which so far had not been rudely con
tradicted.
The determination to go into the navy had
crown with his growth and strenghteneo
with his strength, and no other plan of life
had ever occurred to him. He knew the dif
ficulties of getting an appointment, but
«ike most happy young fellows o. his age
and experience, he thought all difficulties
jxisted for other people; his own way would
be «asy enough.
His father had carefully retained a legal
residence in his native town, expressly for
hivdell's sal.-, so he c ould be eligible for ap
pointment from that district. But Brydell,
having c oncluded to try private tutors for a
while—which was changed as often as the
schools were--ha 1 lived for nearly a year
rnd a half with bis Aunt Emiline, in a town
mtside of his own congressional district,
□ne morning, picking up a paper, he had
end that a competitive examination would
je held for an appointment to Annapolis,
□pen to all boys who had lived twelve
months in the district. “That suits me to a
lot " cried Brvdell. and from then until the
lay of the examination ne really worked
hard, never doubting for a mo neat his n’ti
mate success. Aunt Emiline, it is tiue,
.•roaked like a raven, but Aunt Eidilne
aiway.- croaked. Brydell nad already in
his own mind composed the letter announc
ing his success to his father and another
one ‘o the admiral, who had continued to
be his fast friend, and another one to Grubb,
his old friend, the marine. On the morn
ing of the examination he therefore present
ed himself, and was duly accepted In the
competition.
Next to him at the table sat a handseme
young fellow, about his own age. Sone
thing in the boy’s fresh, regular realm es
and lithe young figure reminded. Brydell
of Grubb. Os all his early friends, tltvdell
loved the kindly marine, with his manliness
and truth and lad grammar, better than
any of them. Although Grubb had done his
share of sea duty, he an I Brydell ha 1 met
many tine s in ail those years and akveys
Brydell Lit as if ’ie were a little ltd aga : n.
once, Brydell remembered Irtibb being
about going to sea again, and paid the ex
penses of a long journ ->v oil of his small
pay to see the boy. and Brydell suspected
that Grubb’s ticket had taken about till his
spare cash, and that he had lived on hard
ta-k and a can of smoked beef mos“ of the
way, which was hard on a big fellow like
th- marine.
It suddenly Hashed noon Brydell mat this
handsome fellow- might be Grubb's son; he
was about the right age. Brydell at this
pricked up his ears, but in a few minutes
one of the professors happening to address
the young man, called him “.Mr. Esdaile.”
Then he was not Grubb's boy, and Brydell
lost ail interest in him, except that he wish
ed ;iv could write the answers off as quickly
as Esdaile could For Esdaile never paused
a moment, but with the ease and rapidity
<>f one perfectly accustomed to bis subject,
lif answered everv question put him.
Not so Brydell. He was wall up in history
and geography, for he was a great reader.
But in mathematics he stumble I woefully,
and. made om-thing very much like a fias
co. When at last it was over and the young
fellows each took his way home, Brydell
t*4t a sickening sense of failure. He had
really worked hard in preparing for the ex
amination, for he forgot that he had never
worked in his lite before. His three weeks’
spurt had seemed to him a tremendous
effort, that must win success, but it had
not. And then canto a terrible apprehen
sion, that if he had failed at this examina
tion, and he felt perfectly sure he had, he
might fail at another. He might even fail
in getting the appointment from his own
district, for the congressman might well
hesitate to give it to a boy who could not
hold his own in a preliminary examination.
This thought staggered him and almost
broke his heart, for he had dwelt so long
on the navy that he could not think what
to do with his life if his ambition in that
way should be balked. He was only kept
in suspense a week or two and lhen the
blow fell. Esdaile had got tho appoint
ment, and Brydell was at the foot of the
list.
Only a proud, sensitive and inexperienced
soul could imagine the pain that Brydell
suffered. It was not alone the mortifica
tion of failure; he had allowed Iris passion
for tho navy to take such possession of
him, body and mind, that any serious set
back to this cherished hope seemed to him
an appalling misfortune. In his tempest
of disappointment he turned for the first
time in his life, even in his own mind,
against his father. “It is not my fault,”
he thought, in sullen fury; “I am bright
enough, only I never was made to work.
And yet. everybody talks- about my ad
vantages. Was it any advantage that I
should never stay at any school more than
a year, and hardly ever more than six
months? Was it any advantage to me to
be sent to Europe, where 1 picked up a smat
tering of French and came home to find
my’self behind every fellow of my age ex
cept in that one ttung. Was it any ad
vantage to me to have more money than
almost any boy I knew, to squander on
athletics and all sorts of rubbish?" This
last reflection brought Brydell suddenly to
himself. He remembered poor Grubb’s giv
ing his boy half of his pay. “And my poor
old dad—poor young dad rather—gave me,
I believe a good deal more than half his
pay.” Brydell had learned something about
how money went, and he stopped, startled
at the idea of how much skimping and sav
ing his father must have done to give him
the money. He fell into a passion of re
morse.
"Poor dad -poor dad,” was all he could
think, and “'lad” was so young -barely thir
ty-six, and did not look a day over thirty.
"I daresay,” thought poor Brydell. with
tic ghost of a smile, “that’s why it was
he never married again. 1 was squandering
his pay.”
Brydell was too generous a fellow to re
proach his father, except to himself in his
first angry mood, and knowing the lieu
tenant would hear about the examination
anyway, he sat down and wrote his father
frankly and fully, admitting his failure,
and his determination, if he could get an
other chance to do bitter. Btit the lieuten
ant was far away in the Pacific, and it
would be months before he could get the
letter, and perhaps other long months be
fore Brydell could get an answer.
Then he wrote the admiral in the same
strain. The admiral, who happened to have
shore duty then, got the letter. He was sit
ting on the piazza, facing the salt sea, and
when he had finished reading it he brought
his fist down with a thump on the arm of
his chair, and shouted:
“By!”
The admiral always held that expletives
were vulgar; but when much wrought up
he took refuge in “By." which might mean
any and everything.
"Just like the dog when he was about
as big as a cock chafer, and took the whole
blame of cutting up my turf, when there
were six older boys aiding and abetting
him. Bowline, here, sir! and in a few
minutes Billy Bowline came trotting along
the hail. “Bring me my portfolio and the
ink." said the admiral. "That little scamp
of a Brydell has failed in a competitive ex
amination for an appointment to the naval
academy, how his father could expect
anything else, I can’t see, taking him to
Europe, putting him at school one day,
and taking him away the next, and giving
the boy no chance at all, simply because
he was too soft-hearted to say no! And now
the young fellow behaves like a. man and
shoulders it all. I say, Bowline, we can’t
afford not to have that young fellow in the
service.”
"No, sir, we can't," said Billy very seri
ously. "We're ’bleeged to have him, sir,
in the sarvice.”
"And how is it to be done, you old lunk
head?” bawled Use admiral.
'"Beg your parking, sir, it’s easy enough,”
answered Billy stoutly. “There ain’t nuth
in’ in the regulations as prevents a admiral
from axin’ the member o congress from Mr.
Brydell’s districk. if he's got a ’p'intment
to give away, and if he rightly understands
his duty to a rear admiral on the active
list, he dasn't say no, sir.”
“William Bowline," said the admiral sol
emnly, “if you weren’t the biggest ass I
ever saw, I’d say you were a genius. Bring
me the navy register quick."
The admiral glanced at the register and
saw there would be a vacancy in that yeat
in Brydell’s district. He then wrote four
teen pages to the member of congress, and
sealed it with his big red seal.
“That'll fetch it," thought BiUy proudly.
“It looks like it come from the sekertary of
the navy.”
As Billy was starting off to the postoffice
with the important letter, the admiral pick
ed up Brydell’s letter and read it over,
half aloud. “Esdaile. Esdaile; that has a
familiar sound,” he said.
"In course, sir,” answered Billy with a
sniff, “that’s the son o’ Grubb, the jirene.
You kno», sir, Grubb married a woman
whose folks was ashamed o' him, —and
Grubb, like a great big ass. give his boy
to his wife’s people, alter she died, and
then stuffed that young 'tin up with false
pride, until he got ashamed Io speak to
Grubb, and Grubb, he was a-sendin' the boy
half his pay straight along. So then the
boy’s grandfath i died and left him a small
fortin’ on the condition that he changes his
names to his mother’s, Esdaile, and the
brat were willin' enough, for he thought
hisself too good to be named Grubb and
now he's goin’ to be a orcifer.”
Here Bil.y rumpled his hair up violently
ATLANTA, GA, TUESDAY, FEBRUARY 27, 1894.
to show, his contempt for Grubb's boy, and
the admiral again cried:
“By!”
There was great running to and fro be
tween the admiral's house and the postof
tlce in those days, and the admiral and
Billy both began to feel anxious about Bry
ciell's appointment. The day was fast ap
proaching when the candidates must pre
sent themselves for examination at Annap
olis. and. at last, three days before the
time, just long enough for the admiral to
write to Brydell and for Brydell to get to
Annapolis, the appointment came from the
member of congress. Admiral Beaumont
was so happy when he got the letter that he
gave a kind of snort of pleasure, and Billy,
who was standing by, eagerly watching the
opening of the letters, had to go out into the
back yard to chuckle. The admiral sent a
dispatch and a letter to Brydell, and Billy
stumped off gleefully with them, anil three
days afterward Brydell had presented him
self at Annapolis.
CHAPTER IV.
Far back in his babyhood, almost, Brydell
remembered the academic buildings, the
green lawns and the bright river at An
napolis, and when on a. lovely May morning
he walked in the great, gates and passed
ti e marine on guard, he felt so happy ho
could have danced ind sung. The weeks
since his failure had been spent in a dull
and hopeless mental lethargy. Aunt Eme
tine had been grimly and consolatory, and
had tried to impress upon him that he had
made a lucky miss In not getting in the
navy, and named at least a thousand pro
fessions ,<vd buistness ventures in which
he could make more money. The good wo
man did not see in the least how it was with
the boy, that he was simply born to be a
sailor, and that nothing on earth could
< harm him then from His wish. After that one
outburst of generosity in writing to his
father and the admiral, ho had settled down
to a sullen submission. It would be months
before he could hear from his father, and
until then nothing could be done. Suddenly,
like the lifting of a mist by the glorious
sun, came the admiral’s letter and the ap
pointment, and witnin twenty-four hours
Brydell was on his way to Annapolis to be
examined for admission to the academy.
He had had no time to prepare fcT the ex
amination, even if he could. But a boy of
Brydell’s temperament does not learn pru
dence and caution in a day or a month, and
he was as perfectly sanguine of success in
the coming examination as if he had not
failed before. He could have hugged the
admiral for his goodness, and had sat up
half the night, when he got the treasure .
letter, writing his thanks to him and til
member of congress.
f, n this lovely May afternoon ,ie wal
with a springy step along the brick v
of the academy grounds under the
trees, fresh t j tin ir spring livery, a
lie looked at the velvet turf he smiled ,
thought of the admiral and the dirt .
and Grubb and that, early time. It was n< ,
necessary for him to report until nexjF
morning, so he strolled along, the ver<,
happiest fifteen-year-old fellow in the’’
w< rid. Presently, sauntering along the sea
wall and watching the reflection in the
water of a steam launch filled with ladies
and officers, he suddenly camo directly upon
his old. friend Grubb, standing and talking
with Esdaile. the handsome voting fellow
who had so far outstripped all the other
candidates, himself included. Esdaile start
ed, and then blushing a fiery red, nodded
his head to Grubb and walked off. As for
Brydell, all the kindness he had ever re
ceived as a little boy from the handsome
marine rushed to his mind. Grubb, as
handsome as ever, although a good deal
older, smiled delightedly as Brydell dashed
forward, but seeing how tall the young
fellow had grown and the down upon his
upper lip, Grubb drew himself up and sa
luted, as he said, "How d’ you do, Mr Bry
dell!"
"O, bang the salute, Grubb, shake
hands!” cried Brydell, delighted, “I’m not
a cadet yet, so we needn’t stand on cere
mony." At which Grubb and he sawed the
air for five minutes.
“And is you come down here for to lie
examined, sir?" asked Grubb, smiling
broadly.
“Yes," said Brydell, adding shamefaced
ly, "I had a chance in a competitive exami
nation, but that fellow you were talking
with, Esdaile, got ahead of me.”
At this it was Grubb’s turn to color. He
shifted his feet and said, hesitatingly;
"Mr. Brydell, please don’t go for to tell
it, sir. but Mr. Esdaile—Mr. Esdaile is my
son. His grandfather’s left him some
money, if he’d take the name Esdaile,
and as the boy didn’t like the name o’
Grubb nohow, he got bls name changed by
law -and I'd ruther I'd ruther, sir,
folks here didn't know it, bein' as .1 ait/L
n uh in’ but a marine.”
Brydell was so taken aback for a moment
that he did not know what to say, and
Grubb, with unwonted flm ttey, continued:
"I've sent in my application for a trans
fer, sir, ’cause the boy don't want—l mean
1 don't want to be stationed here, a-doin’
guard duty while my boy is in the academy.
I've talked it over with one o’ the officers
as I’ve knowed, and who has been a good
friend to me, and he says maybe it will be
best all around. And 1 hope to the Lord
nobody will know that Cadet William Es
daile is the son o’ Grubb, the marine."
"You may be right in getting transferred
somewhere else," answered Brydell, after
a moment, "and if the officer advised you.
i v■■ uldti’t venture to say a word, but. I
don't see why your boy should not want
to recognize " here lie stopped, not know
ing how to keep on.
“Didn’t I tell you, sir, long years ago, as
how the boy was gittin’ above his father?"
burst out poor Grubb, his eyes filling with
tears. "He's ashamed o’ me; he’s asham
ed to be seen a-talkin’ with me, and I can
give him half my pay. and I'd give him all
of it if he needed it, but I can’t stand be
in’ looked down upon fiy him,”
hy, if you were my father, I shouldn’t
’ne in the least ashamed of you," cried Bry
dell, hotly. “You haven’t had the advant
ages we other fellows have had, lint you’re
one of the most honest and respectable
men in the world; so says my father and
Admiral Beaumont, too, and it's a great
deal better to come out and be honest and
above board about these things than to be
skulking and hiding them.”
“That’s true for you, Mr. Brydell," re
plied Grub’,, who had natural good sense
and much more experience than Brydell.
"That's your natur! But it ain’t everybody’s
natur. It ain’t my boy's natur; I wish it
was. It’s the easiest way and th? best way
o’ gittin’ through life, but it takes all sorts
of people to make up a world, am! there*;
lots o’ people that could no more be above
board than a pig can fly.”
Brydell had not lived long enough to ap
preciate tiiis truth, and he parted from
Grubb, witli a mixture of respect and con
tempt for him. but with unabated affection,
and a most geunine disgust for Esdaile.
Perhaps it was helped a little by Esdaile’s
triumph over him, but Brydell had always
hated a sneak, and he had very good ground
for thinking the accomplished Mr. Esdaile
was constitutionally a sneak
Next day he, reported and the examina-
tion began, and then came a time that in
torture far exceeded the sharp disappoint
ment and sullen despair of the last few
weeks, for after days of struggle and nights
o’ furious though ill-direeled study, again
<lid Brydell fail anil this time ho thought
it was forever.
When he knew it. he had but one desire
on earth, to get away from the place any
where—anywhere. But where was he to go
and what was he to do tha.t people would
not find him out? He hated to go back to
that, dreary house with Aunt Emiline. his
father was completely out of his reach, that
too kind father, and Brydell felt sick at
the idea of meeting the admiral again.
Filled witli the despair of the very young,
who can fee nothing beyond their narrow
horrfzon of the present. Brydell, sitting in
his room at the hotel, dropped his head
upon his arms, and wished himself dead.
Ho did m t know how long he had lain thus,
only that the sun was shining brightly in
the afternoon when lie heard the dreadful
news, and it was quite dusk when he had
a strange feeling that some one was pres
ent, and there siood over him Grubb’s tall
figure.
"It's mortal bad. Mr. BrjMe.ll." said
Grubb. Brydell answered not a word, and
in the silence of the twilight the only sound
was tho melancholy call cf a night bird
heard through the open window.
"Whatever are you goiu’ to do. now. Mr.
Brydell ?" asked Grubb, after a while.
"I don't know,” said Brydell in a voice
that he hardly recognized as his own.
You'd better ask the admiral, sir," pres
ently Grubb eon tic tied.
Brydell made no reply. Then, after a
longer pause than usual, Grubb kept on:
"You hain't had no rale preparation, I
reckon.”
“No,” cried Brydell bitterly, “sent from
one school to another as often as 1 wanted:
allowed twice as much pocket money as
any o»her boy in school, while iny father
was HKiching and skimping himself to give
it toJK.e; with no home, no mother to en
eounß' me and nobody to govern me; of
cc ur.w 1 failed. I'll always fail."
"Da.'t you go for to say that, Mr. Bry
dell.iljiid it seems like 1 ain’t the only
foOliA father in the world. There's others
as KU eddieation and all sorts o’ things
tliae. ,'U’t act no wiser nor poor old Grubb,
the qj-irine."
“ he.i’t say a. word against my father!"
<■’■-*» f>' I try del, lifting his pale face for the
lies* Wime.
“j«: lie the last person in the world to
st word against the leftenunt, sir, but
I A' as how ’twus always said of you,
Wil® you was a little shaver, ’Don’t be
’•» *1 on him, he ain’t got no mother.’
now i. seems to me they’ve been
•aiititn-i U:i hard on you when they thought
aitresii-, , ( s bein’ easy."
estiry.|i said nothing more. He knew
' telling the truth
1 '. r sir, let me tell you something.
f'H about these app’intnients. You
:,n d write the udniir.il and ask
’■niv. ti a.'k that tli congressman to
oe s of he var to prepare yourself. Toil
nlt y of the "OU ain't had half a -han < .
mpany of sei your word as a gentleman
, often be nmext year if they’ll let you
ovation giV“P’intment.”
f Sherman’s * med to."
er equipage‘t, Mr. Brydell," said Grubb,
lender, ashamed to ask for another
oil of a ien they ain’t had a good chance,
ia g n i[j(,o me, ain’t got much sard. It looks
lomaf» l) ' 1 ' Vll *’n't willin' to work. ’
o f down, Grubb,” answered Brydell, be
-5..,j 'g to consider this sound advice, ami
bet- i.- Grubb left the room the letter was
written to the admiral.
"lis won’t do any good, I know it won’t,”
said poor Brydell, despairingly. Neverthe
less &e agreed to remain at Annapolis long
enofli'i to get an answer.
It t-ould take about three days to get an
answ e • supposing the admiral to be able to
see t“e congressman at once. Those days
remained shut up in his room, it
was turning point with him. lie retained
only J dim. and chaotic memory of what
he felA and suffered in those three days; but
at thelbeginning he was a boy, and when he
eame cut of the struggle he was a man. In
the alternoon of the third day a dispatch
came:
"Congressman will let this year’s appoint
ment lapse and will hold vacancy open tor
you another year, upon my solemn word of
honor that you wild qualify yourself and
pass. 1 rely upon you to make ray promise
goi 'I. GEORGE BEAI’MONT.”
The night was dark and rainy, but no
June day ever seemed brighter to Brydell
when he read that dispatch. The transition
seemed to him like the transition from death
to life. He knew lie had never nod , e.m’ ■■■
at preparation, and he kn, vv lie ha I •> good
mind, capable of learmng wii.it oti> r fel
lows did. But, above ail, he - .!t sudiienly
to develop within himself a determination,
a strength of purpose, a power of wm tnac
could do great things if he tried.
This new force was always a part of his
character, although quickly developt?d by a
strange succession of fierce disappointments.
But impetuosity was also a part of his char
acter, and with tliis new sense of manliness
and responsibility eame a rash determina
tion that be would prove his .-incerity by
working for his living while preparing him
self for that other chance a year hence. Mot
with this thought Brydell wrote his father a
brief, but eager letter:
"And as I have knwon all the disadvan
tages of having too much money to spent!,
all taken, almost stolen from your pay, dear
old man, while you are doing without every
thing for me, I am determined never to cost
you another dollars. I can find work easy
enough -sanguine Brydell—"ami work would
interfere with my studying half as much as
play will, and I want to do something -any
...mg—everything, to earn the admiral’s re
spect and my own, too. So make yourself
easy, dad, about me. I’ll be at 'work when
you get this, and you know whatever faults
I ve had I never was a milksop, and I'm go
ing to behave myself, don't you worry about
that. So wait until next year and you won’t
be ashamed of your affectionate son and
chum. RICHARD BRYDELL, JR.”
Brydell ran and posted this mtter before
he had lime to change his mind about send
ing it. When it was gone he had a srudden
feeling of shock, like a man just out of a
shower bath. But hi.s word was passed. He
h i I, naturally the st rength •if min t t" st ek
to what he said, and one of tiie things flat
had not been neglected with him was a
most faithful regard for his own word.
Rash his resolve might be, but not to be
shirked on that account. When Brydell real
ized to what he had committed himsilf he
seemed to grow ten years older in naif an
hour. He felt a little afraid, but all these
things were working together to make a
man of him.
(To be continued.)
WnotiMl to Be Kukcd.
From The Philadelphia Record.
Caller—l have a little bill here which I—”
Baruup—(interrupting)-the cashier is out.’’
Caller —Very well; I'll call around some
other time and pay it. Good day.”
And Hardup requested the oilice boy to
kick him six times.
—— •
The (lit) It Is io Xetv York.
From Truth.
She—Vv hat is your motto?
He—Be virtuous and you will be eccentric.
'KIDNAPPED A PRICNE.
j/r n ai> i roitTUNi: z.v .n. ui:j.s axd
J! A It i: MA -V t’.S C Itir TS.
Decoyed to a Lunatic Asylum —His Captor*
Stated that Ho Was A iolent and He
M as Heid for Eight 'Months.
! Washington, February 17.—An extraordi
j nary story of fraud, abuse and robbery is
; that told by John Joseph, prince of Nouri,
I D.D.. LL.D., a distinguished dignitary
i of the Eastera church, who is at present in
; Washington seeking redress for the injuries
i lie suffered during the sajourn in San i’ran-
I Dr. Joseph's story is vouched for by N. J.
I Arbeely, of No. 15 I’earl street, editor of
; the Arabic paper. Star of America, and
I th" Rev. Dr. Easton, pastor of an in-
I fluentlal Presbyterian church in AVashing
i ton, D. C. It is said that Dr. Joseph’s
I ease will be made the subject of dip uniatie
I correspondence. His object in going to
■ Washington was to consult with the Tur
! kish minister, so that all the details of
his remarkable adventure might be clearly
understood. Ho was expected in this city
yesterday, but for some reason did not
arrive.
The prince of Nouri, or Chaldean patri
arch, as he Is also called, is still a young
;«:■ i 'sfe. '
M ■
DR. JOSEPH, the Patriarch.
man. having been born February 7, 186,>.
I Besides b Inga great linguist and profound
archaeologist, he is aso an extensive
traveler. He has explored and written
much about African countries south of
Abvssinia. He arrived in San Francisco by
wav of Hawaii about eight months ago.
ami it was there that h*- made the ac
quaintance of the Rev. Dr. Easton. r.
Easton was much impressed by the patri-
I arch's profound learning. He was. how
ever. particularly interested in the oriental
prelate’s magnificent collection of jewms
.and rare man user.pts, which are valued
at .it least 550.000.
Kidnaped the Pntrinrell.
According to the story told by the patri
i arch ho was approached shortly after his
I arrival in San e ranclseo by a man who pro-
I f,. -je-' th,-, deepest interest in his man':
i scripts and seemed to discover profound
satisfa. lion in his soeiety and conversation.
This man won the oriental oiitirely, S ' muca
so that till- latter confided to him the im
mense value of bls jewels, and spoke freely
of the almost priceless character of his
manuscripts. Dr. Joseph has not yet con
tided Arbeely the complete details
of the abiiuetion which followed, but. the
substance ot the affair was managed as fol
1' ws:
a number of persons were concerned in
i the plot, but the man whom Dr. Joseph first
| met acted as manager, and it was lie, it is
said, who chiefly succeeded in gaining his
entire e.'nfidence. The conspirators had lit
tle difficulty, it appears, in persuading the
patriarch to accompany them on-a night ex
pedition to Napa City. ~ai.. where, it was
l alleged, there were some remains of a fossil
: nature which would greatly interest him.
: The kidnapers had made al! their arrange
i ments beforehand, so that there was little
I danger of any hitch. Th" patriarch was
I conducted under cover or night to an in
i san? asylum in Napa Citv. u> I ti-ere was
I incarcerated as a violent lunatic. The eon
| spirators then m idi off with the jewels and
i ni.imiscr.pt .rind it is cliargi d made an equal
| division of the spoils.
Tin- AtiiGr l.eai.s Out.
: The kidnaping was done so quietly that
I for a time not ev >n the ft lends of Dr. Jo
i s *ph felt any uneasiness over his sudden
I disappearance. They inferred that he had
i ’? ami''I ins travels. By accident some
; irieti'i learned that the distinguished
• ■hurchmaii was confined in an insane ;tsv
luni, and the circumstance struck him as so
I singular t’v't Im irnme liatel v pm hirns- I *’
,in e.iminuni'ation witli the patriarch's
; it lend.- in W shington.
: I’roti ssoi Joseph Arbeely, president of the
i Greek B.iti-iaiclial college in Beyrouth,
i Cilia, came he”e from California and con
! suited witii iiis son about the matter. As a
I *’’’ s ’'* • ••"sei'h’s predicament was
■ laid iiofnre Mavroyeni Bey. the Turkish min
, mtei in V. ashington. The latter took action
nt one", and about a month ago Dr. Joseph
was i"!- j ;*sed trom the asylum and one of
hts kidnapeis was arrested and locked ud.
He is now said to be in the Napa City jail
; awaiting trial for conspiracy and robbery.
; Hut wlide I ir. Joseph regained his liberty
I he was unable to get any trace of Hie miss
ing jewels and manuscripts. He is hopeful,
howei er. that his visit to Washington will
result in a thorough exploration of the affair
by the i'nited States government.
Dr. Jos tlany 'liii-s.
Dr. Joseph springs from distinguished
stock. His lather was ambassador to the
shah of Persia and was decorated by the
sultan of rurkey and tile emperors ot Rus
i sia anil Austria, in his own country Dr.
Joseph’s pre-eminent quality is thus ex
; pressed:
| liis Pontifical Eminence, the Most Venera
: file Prelate, Monsignor.
The Zamorin Nouri.
John Joseph, prince of Nouri, D.D.,
L.L. D.
(By Divine Providence.)
i Chaldean Patriarchal Arehiicncon of Bab
ylon and .Jerusalem, Grand .Apostolic Ambas
sador of Malabar, India and Persia.
Tito Discoverer ot Naoh’s Ark and the
Goi'ieti .'I. untains of the Moon..
'I lie Sacred (Town's Supreme Representa
tive General of the Holy (irthodox, Oriental,
: Patriarchal Imp'-riality of !k..,0(i0.00t) people
! of Asi:‘.
The l'’ir t I niversal Exploring Traveler
1 of One Million of Miles.
His Chaldean Excellency the Venerable
i Monsigniir the Zamorin, Earl of the Great
| House of Nouri, was born at Bagdad. Feb
; ruary 7th, and bajitized February 11, 1865;
graduated at Mesopotamia. April 5. 188::. and
solemnly ordained at Bajirmlapolis. January
8, ISB-1; concentrated Grand -Archdeacon of
Babylon on Pentecost Sundai', May 24, 1885.
He discovered the ark on Alount Ararat
during his eighth Armenian expedition, April
25, 18G; was raised to the Sublime Apostolic
Embassy of Malabar on St. Thomas’s Day,
July il, 1820, and celebrated his twenty-ninth
anniversary February 7, 18:M.
IYOTHEIt BOMB EXPLODED.
E-veif«‘iuciii in :t Small Hotel in Paris.
Two IsHlgem Injured.
Paris, February 20. —A bomb exploded
about 2 o’clock this morning in a small ho
tel in the rear of the College of France.
The proprietress of the place and two
lodgers were injured. Yesterday two stran
gers engaged a room on the second floor.
They spent a short time in the room and
then left, remarking that they would be
PRICE FIVE CENTS
back in the evening. They did not return
and' Madame Calabresi. who had become
suspicious of the new lodgers, went to the
room to see if they brought any luggage.!
She was alarmed by seeing a bomb lying
on a shelf, and ran from the room and sent
for the police. While waiting for the offi
cers the madame told two of the lodgers
of the discovery and went to the room. As
the door was opened a terrific explosion oc
curred. which made a wreck of the room
and everything m it. The landlady and
the two lodgers were badly injured. Had
they had time to enter the room all would
have been killed.
REVEYGE OF AI>V EYTI ItEN«.
After Becoming Wcnlthy She Bough'.
Ihe Jewels of n Princess,
Os ail the superb residences that line the
Avenues des Champs Elysees there is not
one. writes the marquise of Fontenoy, that
is so magnificent in all its appointments or
which has been the scene of a more extra
orinary career than m. 25, which has just
been acquired by a German banker of the
name of Von Saloschin, at a cost of 3.000,-
000 francs. It has been but rarely used dur
ing tho last eight or ten years, and its
vast array of windows were generally shut
tered, denoting the absence of its propri
etor.
The latter was that enormously wealthy
German nobleman, Count Guido von Henc
kel-Donnersmarck, probably the richest of
all th" great territorial magnates of central
Europe, who is principally known to fame
as having been the husband of that extra
ordinary woman, the marquise de Palva.
The latter and her sister, who married the
marquis de Noailles, formerly French am
bassador at. Washington, whither she ac
companied her husband, a brother of the
due de Noailles. were both daughters of the
little Jewish tailor at Moscow, and bore
the name of Lichmann.
Over the early portion of their career in
Russia it is best to draw a veil, and even
after their arrival in Paris, tho first years
of their life there were the reverse of rep
utable.
She amassed great wealth, partly by
blackmailing and partly by plying her pro
fession, and be means of her money was
able to induce a. Portuguese nobleman of
authentic title but of great poverty, the
marquis de Palva, to confer upon her his
name and title. I do not think he realized
at the time the indignity of the sale, for
his wife’s conduct was such that it. drove
him to suicide within a year after the mar
riage. She then assume'! the role of what
tho French so graphically describe as demi
castor—that is to say, her salon became the
meeting place of ail sorts of men promi
nent in the social and official world, who
treated her with all the respect due to her
rank as marquise de I‘aiva, sat at her table
and enjoy"! her hospitality, nut who would
have shuddered at tho idea of even men
tioning the names of their wives or daugh
ters under bn roof.
Among the men whom she thus enthralled
by her extraordinary beauty and by the
brilliancy of her wit was Count Hencke!
of Donnersmarck, who. to the astonishment
of evsry one, married her shortly after
the wrr of 1870. Emperor William’s consent
to the matPh being attributed to th" ser
vices which she is stated to have rendered
to the German government before and du.-
ind the war. With true feminine spirit of
revenge, she made use of her husband’s
wealth in the first place to buy ali Em
press Eugenie’s jewels that she could find
in the market, incluuing her mathless world
famed colla "f pearls, and then proceeded
to have the empress’s own architect build
for her in the wilds of Silesia, a palace,
exactly a reproduction of Saint Cloud, from
whi"h she had been so ignominiousli eject
ed by order of th" empress.
Both she and her sister are now dead,
the maqaise de Noailles dying 'ast .’ear.
The Countess Henckel von Donnersmarck,
like that other famous beauty, tho comtesse
de Castiglione, would not permit anybody to
see her during the last few years of her life
being unwilling that they should witness the
decline of her charms. Even her husband
was not exempt from this rule, and he did
not obtain a glimpse of her features for at
least two years prior to her demise. F" is
now’ married to tho divor •?<! w ife of that
Russian Count JUouravieff, who has just
been appointed minister of justice by the
czar, and who first achieved fame as the
crown prosecutor of the nihilists implicated
in the assassination of Emperor Alexander
11.
The Cross-Benrer.
O patient burden-bearer!
W'th bruised and bleeding breast
Bearing thy cross—remember.
The grave will give thee rest.
When faint from fruitless striving,
With sorrow sore opprest.
Thou cravest peace—remember.
The grave will give thee rest;
Fight on in life’s great battle.
Be brave, am! do thy best:
Bui shouldst thou fail—remember.
The grave will give thee rest.
The path that thou art treacling.
Christ's Deeding feet have prest;
Heaven is th" goal—remember,
The grave will give thee rest;
Then, sad heart! cense thy sighing—
See. in the sunless west.
God’s stars still shine!—remember, ,
The grave will give thee rest.
-CH MILES W. HL'BNER.
In Editorial Tragedy.
The editor sat in his easy chair
And wrote: “The winter is hard:
Ami we needed wood”*** Ere tho ink wa,
dry
The- wood was pitched in his yard!
Amazeci. he blotted the lines and wrote:
“Our groceries soon will go.”
Wlien a loud voice cried from the door out
side;
“Here's a Darrel of flour below!”
W ill fear ami wonder and joy he still
Wrote on: “Our clothes are gone.”
When lie heard a '-all from the outer hall:
“Try this suit from the tailor’s on!”
Trembling, again lie essayed to write:
“But little of cash we hold.”
■When over the door, to his office floor
Came hundreds of dollars in gold!
Too much, too much! from the place he ran
And boarded a flying train;
And some time later a. raving man
Was labeled: “Gone case. Insane!”
—F. L. STANTON.
t’lniii Talk <<» IH» Lordship.
From The St. Louis Republic.
A venerable and pompous English bishop
was having iiis portrait painted by an emi
nent artist. After sitting steady for an hour
in silence, the churchman thought he would
break the monotony with a remark:
“How are you getting along?” he inquired.
To the astonishment of the bishop the
knight of the palette, absorbed in his work,
replied:
“Move your hesal a little to the right and
shut your mouth.”
Not being accustomed to such a form of
address, his lordship said:
“May I ask why you address me in this
manner?”
The artist, still absorbed in his work, said:
“I want to take off a little of your cheek.”
The bishop collapsed.