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VOL. XXVII. —2s O. 11.
A STORY OF THE QUARTERDECK.
By MOLLIE. ELLIOT SEA WELL.
Author of “Little Jarvis,” “Midshipman I
Fau'diiig," “Maid Marian,” “Children of I
Destiny,’ and Other Stories. *
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CHAPTER VII.
Esdaile was a third-class man, of course,
and he was almost the tirst person that
Brydell rar. across. Bearing in m.nd what
the admiral had said about Esdaile being
ashamed of his father, it was not without
a wish to make Esdaile ashamed of him
self tiiat Brydell, the first time they met
alone, said carelessly:
■'Ey the way, Esdaile, 1 believe you are
the son of one of the best triends 1 have
in tiie world——Private Grubb, of the
marines. 1 nearly killed him once, when I
w... a kid. and aft'-r that we came to be
tr . ■ dously .lend of one another.”
Esda.iv’s face turned crimson.
"I'd id rather you wouldn’t mention
about my fattier," answered Esdaile. "You
know my mother's people, the Esdailes.
v. ere altoc- ther different from my fa filer’s,
jly Grandfather E.- laiie was an ambitious
r.:an —the Esdailes are a good family—and
left me some money on condition I changed
my name, and t would be awkward tor me
when I'm an officer to have it known that
m. father is a private of marines.”
"V. ry awkward for Grubb,” said Brydell
coolly; "1 should think your father would
be awfully ashamed of you. Grubb, you
know, is a fine man; every officer he ever
served under thinks highly of him, and
you are evidently a cad of the most pro
nounced description. No. 1 won’t mention
the relationship, for Grubb’s sake.” Now,
this was highly insubordinate talk from a
plebe to a third-class man.
Esdaile straightened himself up.
"Do you know that you are speaking to
your superior, sir?”
"O. come off,” answered Brydell careless
ly. "This isn't any class question; it’s
a mere private matter between us two. I
say. your father, if he is ai uneducated
man, is twice as much of a gentleman at
heart as you are, for all your cduc ition
and your money and your line name, be
cause Grubb respects hanself, and that's
the fir.-t thing about a gentleman, so I’ve
been told.”
Esd i ■ walked off in silent fury. He did
n it care to undertake to discipline Brydell
on such a matter, as it would only be pro
<■; liming what he ear nestly des.red to con
i'> al, so he swallowed his chagrin and deter
mined to get even with Brydell some other
way.
Although hazing is strictly prohibited by
a t cf the milder form of it
known as ’running” is not wholly un
practie. and Biyde’.l had his experience
o' ringing the clothes list to the tun' of
‘Had C lu bia,” ch< ■ soap, s landing
on his head for the amusement of the
third class and various other of the boyish
tricks that seem to afford such intense
Satisf.nt.on to the third-class men. Bry
dcli, being a very good tempered fellow,
took it all in good part. Esdaile had no
share in it, but avoided Brydell as much
as pc i;ryd• il soon found out that
Esdaile s reputation lor stra ghtforward- I
ne.-s was none of the best. The code of
truth telling is absolutely rigid at Annapo
lis, and a 1 > tin a lie wi uld an- I
doubt- lly be forced t - leave whether the .
wron; ; to t: ir of tht authori- ;
tie: ot not. Now E ii'Jle had not actually 1
been caught i; a falsehood by any ol' l.is !
..' s, • there was a general sinis
ter impression that he would just as soon [
lie as tell tile truth, provided he was not |
an : he v v f< w demerit.--, and - ood |
well w.th the faculty, but he d.d not stand j
so wi il with h:.. own class. Apparently, no |
one knew of hm relationship to the marine, ;
4:.i Jbydell was quite above the meanness :
of teiling it.
;. f June t
were h d ..nd Lieutenant Dr;.dell’s sh.p I
having .ot to San Fr.tm-. -o a f.-w wev. !
before, Bryu-.il was delimited one day to ■
v. Hie happ:n-..~s mat Brydell felt, one j
Jam- d,.y, w.-.-a in -ace mor., nugg. u the
■. I mail. ’ i . ■-i -.1 a. <.i.i it iiud grown and ■
. leilii wim hid :
ked more 1 ke two !
o: .s than ever. The lieutenant felt
; happy in his boy. lie had all I
■, iu.- ot tin- w ait points m I
ning ot him, and when young Bry- I
. ■ h . bi i..s own accord cast aside ail
. u. ; v -iit d manCiily, iii the
L-” • . I'.- .. t-i .jiiiii.; di'-dppuinunent.”. h.s
la.:. . r . . la iiii.i iviic.v i. >
yq-j . ■ -j 4 ii- I.uids. which were rougn
alid si;...' j i u-• i, lu ins lather witi) pride.
"Just looii at ’em. uad,” he cried, with i
a natural, boyish conceit; "got that by '
!■' i ling the plow, and tossing hay, and
i • ling the cattie and chopping wood. You
oiigilt to have heard the admiral laugh
when he saw me trying to drive the ox
ted n tarutya tne gate. I’m not exactly’ a
liiwi-ci.iss lu.'.n ban-. —1 wasn’t worth more
than -G i n> • .nit I d.dn’t shirk, 1
can tell yeti. Ar. you don’t know, old
m .i. Low n; , a b. it was working in
tne fresh air, with a plenty of wnolesome
country f.-.-i to eat, than drudging in an
on; -, and tne horses and cows were .-x
--ic.ieut corup..iiy. 1 pity the poor fellows
» work .n city offi. ■ .-. Give me
.lie i eutcuant g.izi 1 at him while a mist
g.itnvivd in i.is e.v. -. He couid only say,
"Aly brave boy! Aly brave boy!”
Lhyue.i told liis ;.;t.r-r that he must go
<■ . ’’
nothing loath went amd spent the day. He
came hom 1 ? m it; at- i with the kind people
f-.r wtioai he lei. sincere grat.tuue, and he
brought back .. large nosegay from little
AL.-iiia, ana a child;, a leti*r written in u
big. round hand to young Brydell. Before
m sailed 1 try lell sent her
a cup i d ’ ,n with ’I . S. S. Constellation”
on it in gold lett rs and a set of cadet but
tons for her jacket. Os course every cadet
hid his "best girl” and perhaps half a
dozen o’her "girls,” generally young ladies
.But Brydi 11 m n
t‘-' - I a mvst* r.’ous silence about his "best
girl.” only admitting tiiat her name was
Al.n.ia and she had long light hair.
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tion th .t n i l been lying at anchor m An
napolis ro "i- ■ r.• i-ral days set her white
sails, and with t fair wind took her ma
jestic way to the open s -,i. She has never
had steam in her, ; = .t .:•• desired that tne
cadet shail know actual seamanship, and
except for being frequently repaired and
even rebuilt she is very much the same as
in the times when she was one of the
crack fri, a'es of the nation, and when she
made her giorious record as a lighting ship.
From the days when she had come off
viciorinue in «>yo lights acainst ships that H
I were her superiors, and had remained uncap
tured, although blockaded by a great fleet
for years, in 1812-15 she had been always
I classed as a lucky ship, and lucky she
proved.
To Brydell every moment at sea was hap
piness. He took to seamanship and naviga
tion as a duck takes to water, much to
Admiral Beaumont’s delight, who was not
wholly reconciled to the new-fashioned
ships, where, as he disgustedly declared,
"The chief engineer is captain, and the ship
is no better than an iron kettle, with an
engine insde of her.”
They' made their way along the coast
leisurely. Every' morning the cadets were
made to go aloft and over all the rigging
tor exercise, and they did it like cats.
Brydell excelled at this from the first with
the utmost smartness. Esdaile, on the con
trary, although his class rank was .high,
d.d not do at all well in the practical ex
ercisi :■ of seamanship. He was growing
more unpopular every day with his class
and among the sailors he was hated.
'fiie blue jackets who worked side by side
with the cadets on the summer's cruise
were generally fine seamen and honest
fellows, and a pleasant feeling existed be
tween them and the cadets, although the
distance between an officer and a sailor
was necessarily strictly 'j~reserved. Brydell
enjoyed nothing more then when it came to
his turn 'at the wheel, when, with a fore
mast man, he had his watch. Ail sailors
can tel! plenty of interesting things and as
they' all lik< -I Brydi 11 they’ maue the watch
pass quickly enough. Not so was it witli
Esdaile. He treated the sailors with a
superciliousness and selfish indifference that
made them hate him, and they
sometimes took a sly revenge on
him by letting things go wrong,
for which he was responsible, with
out telling him. When he was sharply
called to account by’ the officer of the deck
or the executive, there was a universal grin
in the I’ok’sl. With the other cadets the
sailors were only anxious to shield them,
il anything did go awry. Brydell and Es
d tile were upon the most distant terms
and neither showed any disposition to
change them. After a le.surely cruise along
the coast they reached I’ortsmouth, N. H.
It was a soft July evening, and the wind
was fair for them to enter the difficult
harbor. Brydell, with Atkins, a very
smart sailor, was at the wheel when they
were weathering Pull-and-be-damned J’. iat
—a name given by some testy’ siiiym-ister
whose vessel was probably lost there It
requires skillful seamanship for a sailing
\ ssei to weather th.s danegrous point,
wl;. re tiie slightest mistake in the mime-iit
to put the helm up or down will p . a
si, * on ipc. rocks. 'The c.imain trust -i no
body but himself to bring the frigate in.
'l i.-’ ship, v. ill. all her light canvas set,
floated lightly on almost like a phantom
sh.p. Th. I’;-,eat.Tua is one of the most
beautiful rivers on the Atlantic coast, and
in the pale, sunset glow tire water shim
mered like a. sea of opal. The white-winged
Con.-t.-lla Jon came on and on, without
tacking', and :- . tne.l literally rushing upon
her doom as tire rocky point reared itself
men-i -a. -ly in hi i e iv. But when . o near
that her bowsprit alm-.jst touched the rock,
i the captain, who st od ... the ste rsman’s
I side, gave the word, and the ship, ansvver
' ing he; helm ;>■ autifully, came about like
I : ' and ; oumusi Hie dai irons point.
i In a little while she reached her anehor
l age, and came io anchor in true man-o’-war
i styie, her sails being clewed up and iier an
chors dropped in an inconceivably short
- time.
Brydell was at that happy age whet- every
I change seems Ui.-lightful and he was just
; as i to get asriore at Portsmouth as if
' In- mid not enjoy, d every moment when he
i Wil.-. .i. tu...ly cruising. He looked forward
; with the greatest pleasure to seeing his old
I friend Grubb, and only regretted the forms
i wnich must be observed between an officer
I ami a private. Grubb was such a sensible,
self-respecting fellow that he was not at all
, Im.-.y to mi Biydell's natural generosity
lead him I-.-yOitd the right point with a sttb
i or-iinate. Bry iell made up his mind that
i Gi iibb would itcep olf th-.- ship il possible,
ai.'i d- li-rminv.i ti.e tirst time he got 1 ,-ave
- to go ashore to nunt up his humble friend.
But tio very next morning, happening to
go cm ueeii, lie run across Grubb delivering
; m. . .-a:.; ■ to the officer of the deck. Grubb
t >uch -a his cup respectfully to Bry-.lel|, out
i his pleasure was evident m his handsome,
. sun-burned face. '1 he officer was just hand
i ing him a note. Bryaell shook hands cor
j diaiiy with the marine, saying to the otli
i cer; “Private Grubb and 1 are old friends,
i 1 have known him ever since 1 was a lit
tle lad. He got me the very worst wigging
I ever had for almost killing him with my
parlor rille.”
The officer smiled and said:
"Private Grubb must 1,-..- a good man to
have remained m tne service so long.”
"1 dunno about that, sir,” answered
Grubb, blushing. "I’ve in the service
twenty-four years, noxv going on twenty
live. I ain’t never asked for promotion, be
cause I ain't a eddicated man, and I'm very
Weil satistii-d wnn my nn reused pay, but
I reckon I'll stay Private Grubb as long as
the government 11 let me.’’
Just then Esdaile appeared, strolling
along the deck. The instant Grubb caught
sigliL ot him the marine’s face changed
and hardei • .1. ’j lie officer detained him a
moment to add some...mg to the note he
had written, and Brydell stood talking with
t.,e marine. Esdaile’s iace did not show
the slightest recognition. No one on the
snip, except Brydell, knew of the relation
ship, and as lie had not thought fit to men
tion it, Esdaile, In his selfish soul, hoped
tint it would not be suspected. Certainly
it would not be from tne manner of either
father ot son.
The officer had come back then, and giv
ing his note to Grubb, and civilly' returning
Ins salute, the marine went over the side
and was soon being pulled away’ in the
boat
i -..-l- ll remained talking with the officer
who was very friendly to him, and telling
tiie story of the parior rifle which came so
near being a tragedy instead of a comedy.
"And my father and Admiral Beaumont
both say that Grubb Is one of the most de
serving men they’ ever knew, and he could
have had promotion lots of times, except
that lie is a. timid sort of an cld fellow
about some things, although as brave as a
lion in others."
“Those men are very’ valuawo,” answered
the officer, “and you youngsters ought to
treat them with the highest respect.”
"Indeed, Grubb and I have always been
the greatest chums in the world,” said Bry
d.-ii, showing his boyish dimples in a smile.
"Tiie only thing I regret in being a cadet is
that I can’t go and spend the day W’ith
Grubb at his quarters as 1 used to when I
was ten years old, and eat salt pork and
boiled onions; how good it tasted then.”
Brydell had despised Esdaile before, but
after that utter ignoring of his father, Es
daile became even more contemptible than
ever in his eyes. Nor did he ever see the
slightest recognition afterward between the
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two. The;,’ constantly met on shore, but
never exchanged a word or a sign, except
the conventional salute. Brydell indeed
could not go to Grubb’s quarters as he had
done as a little boy, but when he had
leave he would sometimes get a ooat and
he and Grubb would go fishing as in the old
days, and be very happy together. Every
body oi. the ship knew ot' the old associa
tion between them, and the fondness of
the smart young cadet for the grizzled
marine was perfectly understood.
CHAPTER VIII.
Esdaile avoided Brydell more than ev
at Portsmouth, and as they wore in diff<
ent classes it was easy for them to see b
little o's each other. One night, thoug ,
Brydell having come on board, after a day
leave spent fishing with Grubb, was met
a third-class man as soon as he had got
board and reported. This was his old a.i
quaintance, Cunliffe, who had turned out a.
remarkably quiet and level-headed young
fellow and belonged to the section in every
class whi“h keeps up the tone and discip
line of the class. "Brydell,” said he, “will
you come into the steerage with me? Some
thing very important is on hand, and we
want your testimony.”
Brydell went, quite- Ignorant of what was
up, except the surmise that some infringe
ment of the code of cadet ethics was under
discussion, and he knew from Cunltl’fe’s
manner it was something serious. For
among these cadets there is a rigid code
of ethics which is carried out with a stern
impartiality that would do honor to much
older men. I ’neontaminated by the influences
of self-interest, which are learned later in
life, these young fellows insist upon certain
points of honor so tenaciously that they
can practically drive any’ cadet out of the
academy who does not live up to them.
And the geratest of these is truthfulness.
Any failure to tell the truth, the whole
truth and nothing but the truth, is regarded
a.s unfitting a. cadet for any association with
his fellows, and so well understood is this
that there are few offenses against truth.
Two th'ngs, lying and talebearing, are
treated as crimes, and a cadet convicted of
them is not only put in Coventry, but every
other cadet makes it his liusir.i-.-s to load
the offender down with demerits, ro that the
class.may be relieved of h pr< !< nee. It is
stern but the effect is iniliscribably good.
Drydoll followed Cunliffe to the steerage
and sitting around the table were about
a dozen of tiie olil--st and steadiest mem
bers of the third class, while others were
group- d ab-.iut as listeners. Esdaile. looking
deadly pale, sat in a chair a little way
off.
"Mr. Brydell,” said the oldest of them.
Maxwell, known as “Old McSwell,” because
of his elegant appearance, but who was one
of tl mi young ' How? in the
class —"we desire your testimony in regard
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It Ims been wh al it. t - ' '
M-. Es l'tili- is the . it of i’riwite Gru,bb 01 ;
tl. - marines, whom you say you have known
near!;.’ all your life. The difference in their
names is explained by’ Mr. Esdaile taking
another name. Some days ago Mr. Esdaile
went to call on the captain’s wife at the
hoti 1, and complained tiiat this report,
which he cotisMi : - il injurious to him, was
going about. He denied flatly that Private
Grubb was his father, and said he was the
: on of Tl omas Esdaile. The captain s wife
thereupon denied it, and has been very much
embarrassed by hearing from the very best
authority tiiat Private Grubb really is Mr.
Esdaile’s father. Can you give us any facts
in the cosh?”
The first idea, that occurred to Brydell as
he looked at the culprit was, “What a. tool.
E:■ laiii had stood near the top ol hiS class,
stiil hi- lacked the good sense that almost
invariably’ goes with good moral-, and had
told a li< which, like all lies, must in the
end be detected. Brydell could leei no sym
pathy for Esdaile, but tiie idea of poor
Grubb’s distress shook him. He hesitated
a moment or two before he spoke.
"I know all the facts, I think,” he said in
a low voice. “Private Grubb is Mr. Es
daile’s father. I have known it ever since
J knew Private Grubb, seven or eight years
a:;o. Mr. E.daile's grandfather gave him
some money on condition tiiat he should
take the name of h.s mothei's family. Es
liaile. 1 want to say right here tiiat Private
Grubb is cue of tiie best men in the
world. Admiral Beaumont and my father
have both said so a hundred times in my
presence, and although he is a plain, uned
ucated man. not one of us lure need be
ashamed to own him.”
At this there was a long and painful
pause. Esdaile’s face, tiiat had been pale,
turned a gr--offish hue; lie had still enough
sense left to feel the accumulated scorn
of bis classmates. It was a soli mn moment
for these young judges. Esdaile had not been
popular among them, but they fully real
ized that tin ; were branding him in away
he would D-obably retain as long as he
lived.
"Have you anything to say, Mr. Esdaile?”
asked Maxwell.
Esdaile’s 'ips formed the word “nothing,”
but no sound was heard.
"It is the opinion of your class,” continued
Maxwell, after a pause, “that it would be
best for you to resign at once. If you think
differently, yon may’ depeml upon it tiiat
the class will take ev iry me ms of malting
the academy too hot to hold you. Some
liars and talebearers have been found who
tried to stick it out, but there is no instance
recorded of any of them succeeding. You
may’ go now.”
In a few minutes they had all scattered.
Most of them went on deck, where in little
groups they’ discussed the matter gravely
and with heavy hearts, for the presence of
meanness arid dishonor is among Hie most
painful things in the world. '1 lie officers
said no word to the cadets about it, nor did
the cadets speak of it to the officers. It was.
within their own province to maintain the
standard of probity in their class, and they
had a stern and effective way of doing it.
Therefore when, for the next few days, no
cadet spoke to Esdaile, except when abso
lutely’ required in the performance of duty,
the officers saw plainly enough what was
in the wind. Within another week, Esdaile
received an imposing document from the
navy' department, and everybody knew that
his resignation had been accepted. He for
mally announced it to the captain, who
asked no cpiestions. The officers bade him
a. distant goodby, and in two hours from
the time Esdaile received the notification
he was off the ship, and as his classmates
supposed, forever out of the navy.
Brydell had been almost broken-hearted
over the effect of Esdaile’s disgrace upon
poor Grubb. He wanted to go to see the
marine at once, but could not get leave for
a day or two. Then he was suddenly taken
down with a violent cold and fever. He
. nanaged to write a few agitated lines to
j* Grubb, but got no answer. It was nearly
i ten days before he was well enough to
i leave the ship and go in search of his friend.
! It was about dusk of the. midsummer
I evening when Brydell, rather pale from
his recent illness, was going toward Grubb’s
quarters. Half way there, he met the sur
geon, Dr. Wayne, a kindly, elderly man,
v'i o Brydell knew had known the marine
J' m’any years. "Can you tell me, sir, any
about Private Grubb of the ma
rk- asked Brydell, without mentioning
E:- !e at all.
’ don’t know whether he can be called
Pri e Grubb of the marines any longer,”
an: .wred the doctor, with solemn eyes.
"H.‘ Erne was up the very day he heard of
his son’s disgrace. He was on his way to
| the -ffice ready to re-enlist when he heard
I it. i i walked straight to the office—you
,a. r >v what a fine, erect fellow he was —
sked for his discharge without a word of
explanation, except to know when he could
get his papers, and turned away. He had
hot got a block before he fell. People ran
and picked him up—he had on his uniform—
and they were going to carry him to the
hospital, but he wouldn’t let them. He
Slid he was out of the service, and he
had no right to go, and no wish to go, nor
c mid they’ make him go. 1 happened to
be near by and went to him. 1 said. ‘You
rmist go to the hospital.’ You see, he was
. :h a sort of institution that I couldn't
’c, take in why he shouldn’t obey or-
Der» He tried to touch his cap, and said,
•• worn this uniform twenty-four years,
I have never disobeyed an officer, but
whe n 1 S ° t 0 Lhe hoS P ital -’ became so
y' r e. ' OVv ’r it that for fear it would kill
dm. 1 iet them take him into a little tavern
> tb'jnd, a rccpeetable sort of place patron
’.%*d by workingmen. I saw he had had a
s loke, and that it was a mortal one. He
a-li 1 to be left alone with me, and then
that poor fellow begged a,nd pleaded with
n> ■ not to seiik. him to the hospital, where
ev rybody would know him and know of his
son’s disgrace, because he told me all about
It. 1 couldn’t have forced him to go after
that, if it iiad cost me my commission. He’a
g- .r;g to die, and as lie is a good and faith
ful man, he shall die in as much peace as
I ' i ye him.”
Brydell grew a little faint at the words,
and' in an instant he was carried back to
thiA; dav so long ago when old Capps, the
boatswain, had b. - n carried out of tiie navy
yard gate on a caisson. He had not been
lx-- tight face to face with majestic
Li-.i’-it sihee.
’<l mightn’t he get well?” Brydell bo
b’. a <1 halted.
rn’i. lie can't get wpll,” answered the
<1 Tin s f l ui< L’- “Poor, honest Grubb is
i.j v:’. - ,rief ; nd shame over his son’ dis
m her , , -- ■
' 7 I ?' r , sre r nim faitl i)l .
"'-icv' a! Her ’ ollicer ln tin- marine corps we
W: e ' s t • -ave done any more. But wlnn a
i.iatr ‘S sick of lite it is an incurable dis-
“I’d like to see him,” said Brydell, with
pale' lips.
"Go to see him, by all means. If you can
rouse him you wiil do him more good than
all the doctors in the world can.”
Brydell walked rapidly through the fast
closing evening to the little tavern In a
back street. The proprietor, in his shirt
sleeves, answered his inquiries civilly
enougn.
"W e’re doin’ all we can for poor Grubb,”
he said, "out 1 never see a man so hope
less.”
Brydell stumbled up the narrow stairs to
the ,itt!e back room, where, in response to
his knock, <Jri.iiiti vo ce weakly aaswered,
"Come in.” Brydell entered.
On the narrow ic.ii, Gimbb’s gaunt figure,
only a little while ago so trim and soldierly,
was stretched out. His skin hail lost its
rudd.v glow and was quite grayish, and his
eyes had sunk back into his head until they
seemed cavernous. Brydell advanced to
tiie bed ana toon his hand. He was not
prepared lor the change in poor Grubb, and
ms boyish face wore a startled look.
”i knowea you would come, us soon as
you couid,” the marine began. "I asked for
yuo right alter —right alter—it happened.
Tint told me you was sick. I got that note
you wrote me. It's a mighty comfort to me
to know tnere’s one honest boy in tiie
world.’’
Brydell couid not say a word. He sat
down in a cnalr by the bed, and, in spite
of every effort to control himself tears
started from his eyes and fell on Grubb’s
thin hands.
"Now, Air. Brydell, what are you a—cry
ing for? You don’t want me to live in this
here world where things is so hard. And
you see I’m to blame some about that boy.
I give him ail 1 nad, and 1 didn’t require
nothin’ of him in return. When he first
began to be asnained of me, instead of
inakin’ him see as now 1 was to be treated
witii respect, because I was his father and
a respectable man to boot, I Set it go and
sneaked out his way. But I think he must
’a’ been born a liar, cause your father, the
leftenant, indulged you just as much as 1
did my boy, but you ailers w ts a up aad
down truthful ooy."
"Have you heard anything of—of Es
daile ?”
"No. sir, and I don’t count on bearin’
neither. He’s got some money, and as long
as that holds out, it’s all he cares for. And
besides, 1 ain’t got no pay now. You see I
just felt it like a flash, the minute 1 heard
o’ that boy’s disgrace, as if I didn’t want to
wear this here uniform unless I could walk
down tiie main street lookin’ folks square in
the eye. I had worn th.it uniform twenty
four years, and there wasn’t no commis
sioned officer as kep’ himself straighter nor
cleaner nor prouder than Grubb, the ma
rine.”
"That’s true, Grubb.”
"Well, Mr. Brydell, I couldn’t look any
body tn the face after that, so 1 asked for
my discharge papers instead of re-enlistin’,
and then I dropped down m the street and
it give me sort o’ relief to know tiiat 1
couldn’t git over it, because them doctors—
they’re mighty Kind ana attentive, and they
sets where you’re setlin’ and tries to siteer
me into gulm well —and I Know I can’t git
well and I don’t want to git well.”
Bryaell coma not. say a wura. There was
sometning imposing in the fierce, simple
honor ot the man who preferred dying to
living because he "couldn’t look anybody in
tiie nice again." ITesently Gruob spoke
again t’eebiy, "I hope you'll give my re
spectful compliments to the leftenant and
Admiral Beaumont, and te 1 ‘in as bow I
hope I’ve did my duty to their satisfac-
I tion.”
“I w'ill,” said Brydell.
He sat there and talked a long time with
Grubb, talked witli him until he had barely
time to catch the ship’s boat. ..nd had to
run every step of the way to the dock.
(To be continued.)
Winter on I lie Lakes.
From The Chicago Record.
“Sir,” said the stranger in LaSalle street,
"please teil me where the city' hall is.”
"You can’t see it from here.” said the po
liceman, "but you’ll find it right back of
that first snow drift.”
NEW YORK GOSSIP.
INTEIiIISTIXa A’/'HS GATHERED
HERE A.X/> THERE.
& MILLIONAIRES’ UPS AND DOWNS-
The Kind of Men lie Prefered at Employees.
Gresham’s Vi ar Record—Talk About
the Jail Buildings—Other Items.
New York, March 5.-(Special Correspon
dence.) —It was quite a surprise to many
southerners, the other day, when 'lhe
World called attention to the fact that Mr.
C. B. Rouss, the millionaire Broadway job
ber, had served in the confederate army
ruder Stonewall Jackson, and had made his
start in New York after the war without a
dollar.
The story is literally true. After the col
lapse of the confederacy Rouss left his
native state, Virginia, and drifted to New
York. He was penniless and friendless,
and slept in the parks and
lived on free lunches for weeks. Final
ly he got a job, and his energy and thrift
soon enabled him to start an auction dry
goods jobbing house. He was very success
ful, but branched out too extensively and
failed in ISl.?. He had nothing left and had
to begin life again, with a heavy load of
debt on his shoulders.
The plucky young confederate soon got
on his feet and resumed his old business.
He prospered and today is worth about
$4,000,000. He lives in a fine mansion with
his wife anil daughter, has no pleasures,
and works from 6 in the morning until 8
at night. tie surrounds himself in his
store with about twenty-tive or thirty
pretty typewriters, and spends his leisure
moments studying their faces.
He makes it a rule not to pay a sales
man over a dollar a day, and prefers
bright men who occasionally get on a spree
and cannot get a jo anywhere else. He
locks these fellows up in his stole when
they are recover ng from their dissipation,
and when they recover gives them their lib
erty and their dollar a day.
M. Rouss we. s a sl2 suit of clothes and
li'-es very simply. He gives liberally to
worthy objects, and has given a great
ol money to Win ■ a., his na-
tive town. Os course he is ee.'entric and
sometimes gets into trouble. Once a pret
t" > rvant tiirl in his house sued nun lor
>, .i •• .lamir. a. He ccmprmniS‘ 'l the suit
and still speaks kindly of the girl, saying
that somebody must have persuadep net
to s ie him, and that she was not altogether
to blame. . .
Ther ■ is not a stronger figure in tne bus
iness world. He buys and sells lor cash,
and is not recognized by trade eirefis. As
lie expresses it, he is a commercial outcast.
''?< i ;4’.” )•«> UN H<l» J■’ •L'.'i’’' 4 -
Ti.e , ‘un.. :ti' ?s o’ our tai' b iddings are I
supposed to be perfectly safe, but reports
from Chicago make some timid people
slightly nervous. The Chicago postoffice is
absolutely unsafe. It has been settling
in the mud for some y < ars, and its
floors are uneven and tiie w d.- are crack
ing. The board of trade bffiMmg now has
its 325 feet granite tower leaning badly to
one side, and threatening t < tail ot * . and
smash the entire structure. As soon as pos
sible the tower will be tail n down and
finished level with the roof of tiie main
building.
Only a few days ago the east wing ol the
city nail was badly damaged by tne fall
ing in of tiie ceiling. Tiie walls are badly
crucked ami extfiisive repairs will be
ess.ii v. The settlement of the auditorium
and tiie Masonic but.uing Is exciting yr tve
apprelii'iisioa, and people are wondering i
what. Wil ’i.e late of the sky-s- ri.m
lujihli' -;.-. The trouble is that the luun
d-iiLn/ ire ti<‘ Jly float in the mud. Be
neath ten .•’■ t ' I sand is a bed of clay about
t,-n feet J.■<m. and under tills is a soft mass
of clay. Ba ' ' ; drive down iron piles- and
till in with »' 1 'e. but tiie tine .mi S’ 111 in.-,
of the build, -a . ,mws tiiat this method
does not insur. safety. T’he oxidization ot
the steel frame- 1 tl-.ese tali buildings is
also feared. 'I be ffi integration may be
slow but some ibiy the big structures will
crumble unless they first sink in the mud
a id topple over.
'! lie Danbury Yews Vmi.
Twenty years aro the most popular hu
morist in the country was James Montgom
ery Bailey, The Danbury News Man who
died the other day at the age of fifty-three.
Dailey's homely Humor tickled the fan '.v
of the public and made his weekly' famous,
giving it a .arger circulation than any oth
er county paper ever had. He wrote sevei
al humorous books, visited Europe and lec
tured i many of our citie s.
During recent years he has done no lit
erary work, and Ills paper lias gradually
dropped out ot sight. He was a bright, ge
nial man, but a little odd .n his ways.
He dislikes neckties ami never wore one in
his life.
When he was at the height of his popu
larity lie vy;as offered a fine eii".a-cim n m
New York. H- promptly ” ffir
ing: “I know the rm tropp
bright man, squeezes tbmn diy like •
on. and then casts them as.de. I shall
stick to Danbury.” , ...
His first introduction to tne pubho was
through Edit'C Me.iill, ot I o
buno. Bailey climbed twelv. tl ghts • tal
in The Tribune building, ami 1 ' 111 “
top floor out ol breath and I<a,l \ n ’’ ,j
Deeping iffio the sanctum he s an >
out: "Is God in?” Old man Medib so th.
point and roared with huighti i I ot. .
vated the Danbury man and to.' a "
send iiim his paper, and th- a ■
every week The Tribune
best paragraphs and store s ami gave
a good place. Otb " newspap. rs copied
them, and in a short time the country week
ly was quoted all over tiie land.
Greslnun's War Record.
General Fred Kueffer, of Indianapolis, still
insists that Secretary Gresham was not
wounded in a battle and was never in one.
He writes to The St. Louis Globe Demo
crat:
“I now challenge you to produce and pub
lish proof from the war records that T have
been guilty ot lying in charging that Gen
eral Gresham was not in the battle 'of At
lanta, ami that he was not pn 'ent in any
of the well-known battles fought by the
Army of Tennessee from Shiloh to the 20th
of Jul;.', 1864, near Atlanta. If you shall
succeed in doing so, I will plead guilty to
being a slanderer and confess myself pub
licly a liar.”
The ex-confederates will contribute to the
controversy. Major Charles S. Hill, who
was on General Cleburne’s staff at the time
General Gresham was wounded, publishes
a statement in which he says: “General
Gresham came mar u to entering .Ytianta
before the surrender than any one else, ami
had it not been that he was shot down he
might have succeeded. As I was on the
ground on that occasion, I can speak with
knowledge of ti.e forces engaged, the posi
tions of each army and tiie results. July'
20th Cleburne advanced his division, which
consisted of four brigades, commanded by
General D. C. Govan, of Arkansas; General
H. B. Cranbury, of Texas; General Lowry,
of Mississippi, and General Lucius Polk, of
Arkansas. From early morning there was
continual firing between the two armies,
and we found that the point had not been
before protected, and yet we were suddenly
PRICE FIVE CENTS
thrown to meet a strong force of the enemy
besieging the city or Atlanta.
"Indeed, it. seems strange that the enemy
had not already entered the city before the
stalwart division (Cleburne's) of the confed
erate army had been placed there in posi
tion. Albeit that fighting division ot ths
southern army of the west arrived just in
time, but was so severely attacked by ths
federal army, with General Gresham in ths
lead, that from a strong point defended by
General Govan, and which we called Go
van’s hill, but which is generally called
‘Leggett’s hill,’ wo were driven back, and it
was at this time that General Gresham was
shot in his gallant charge.”
General Govan, of Arkansas, whose troops
wounded General Gresham, entlo. es Hill’s
statement. This would seem to settle ths
matter, and General KuefT r will find it
difficult to controvert such testimony.
The Decline of the fetich.
New York. March 8. —[Special. |— It is
reported from Maryland that ths
peach industry in that state' is on its last
legs. The orchards will be dug up and the
land devoted to veeetabb s, grain a,id grass.
There is an interesting story of the in
troduction of the pencil into Amer; :i more
than 200 years ago. About rnree miles from
Easton there is an estate i Pe :i •;»
Blossom, which is at the he.id of a < reek
of the same name. It was the seat of the
historical Robins family, who came fnm
England and took that estate when Mary
land was very young. The direct descend
ants of the first Robins, of -Maryland, live
now in Philadelphia. The surname no
longer exists in Talbot coutily, though it
appears in the Christ: in names of members
of the Goldsborough, tiie iiuliiaay and
other families. One of the family, Thomas
Robins, was a great tr ivi ier, and roamed
all over the ascessible regions of the world.
In Persia he found the peach, a fruit then
unknown in E: eland and America, and
brought to Maryland with him some peach
stones, which he planted on the estate his
brother h id just settled upon. When the
trees blossomed the flowers were so much
admired that the name of the estate was
changed from Arcadia to Peach Blossom.
If there ever was a time when this story
was not believed it is so far back in tha
past as not to be located. A stone tablet
on the Peach Blossom estate once gave tha
date of tiie planting of the peach stones,
but it has disappeared in the general wreck
and ruin of the place, whose glories have
departed.
Over in Brooklyn.
The Rev. Dr. Darlington, of Christ
church, Brooklyn, startled li.s congregation
last Sunday.
"There are some persons who insist on
taking good-sized drinks,” he said to his
congregation in Christ Episcopal church,
Brooklyn, just before the sacrament was
handed arounl Sunday. ”Thi‘ church uses
tw.ee as much wine as is u- d by some
New fork uri h- s el’ the s.nne size.”
The ligiit-.riind'd young folks glggied and
the old folk: >ughi 1 une siiy, but when
the goblets went round the wine went down
I as >isu.'.i.
Ei! i:»can’s l i eat.
Sando.tin 1 ■ st man >n earth, went
out to Menlo Park yesterday to have bis
photograph taken by Thomas Edison s
kinetoscope.
The main principle of the kinetoscope, aa
is already known, consists in the taking of
a great number of impressions by a camera
in a limited space of time, thus obtaining a
continuous photograph of the nt:n motion
ot tiie object or person. Tiie photographs
follow each other in such rapid sue< - s.-i >n
that no lapse of time can be detected be
tween the impre-sion recordi i, and th«
series of pictures becomes in effect but one
picture.
Then proceeding to the studio Edison and
Sa ■ iked i tudio is
a building apart trim the factory, it is
so constructed as to move with the sun, so
I that tni luminary which shines through
an aperture about twenty feet width wiil
a 1 ways shine directly on th< obje -i or per
son being phot.igraphed, tiie obj. cr U ing
to got a perlect focus. The bull l.ng as it
turns rolls like a ship, being erected on
a short pivot.
The w ills, floor and ceiling of the studio
are black. The machine for taking pictures
consists of a large, square box, about four
feet by three. The slide, howev.r, is dif
ferent from the ordinary, as it is revolv
ing. Baek of the spring is a seusit \<■ g« la
tine plate in the form of a band tiiat runs
on two roll rs. The rollers are revolved
Forty-six juetur.-s are taken ;n one
second, and the exposure lasts twenty
seconds—tne length of time required to un
roll th- band.
The eamera is kept behind a curiam in
complete darkness, and when the pc. on is
ready to i>initograplied the ■•ur'.iin is
drawn aside, tiie camera pushed forward
on rollers and the exposure takes place.
The opening in the camera is bin three
inches in width and the pictures are mi
in 'h square, though the inventor says he
will be able to take pictures of a larger
Sandow showed his eight well known
movements for the distension of the mus
cles. These had to be done within twenty
seconds, the time of tl: exposure, so it
necessitated some practice beforehand.
Tiie plates secur'd w. i ■ d‘ hired perfect.
“Let’s get our pictures taken together,”
said Edison.
“I sho’i'd consider it an honor and a
privilege,” repli- 1 Sandow, and in a few
moments the : ieture was taken.
.tn Election Trageily.
At the Troy election Tuesday Robert Ross
was snot dead and three other men were
probably fatally wounded during a heated
argument over the challenging of a vote.
When such occurrences are reported front
Mississippi or Texas our newspapers say
that it Is the natural outcome of the shot
gun civilization of the south.
But they h ive very little to say about
the Troy affair. They charge it to the
tough element and io not regard the in-
I cident .as reflecting in any way upon the
civilization of the north. It never seems
to occur to our journalists and statesmen
that there arc toughs in tiie south, as well
as in the north, and that the occasional
outrages in the former section should as a
imitter of justice be credited to tiie lawless
element and not to southern whites as a
class.
A (’rmilii'N Appeal.
Joseph Donjan, who w-a sentenced t*
eighteen months in the Maryland peniten
tiary for sending a threatening postal card
to \ .co President Stevenson, lias written to
President Cleveland asking for a pardon,
as follows:
“Begging jiardon for addressing you so,
but I feel dull as only one who is innocent
can feel. '1 lie old question over again:
Why. if John Sherman is honest, did lie
not api'i ar against me. or why was 1 not
tried tiefore tne senate? Now for justice’s
sake rea l over letters wr.tten by num to
the dii’i rent senators, also to yourself, and
say it 1 was nut willing to prove with legal
evidence anything tiiat iuq.Ked like a
charge. I say now. cursetl be the hour
when’ I enlisted myself in such service. I
sa ' eurseii be my own brains for having
thought themselves more intell-geiit than
t.ie thoughtful population of the I tilted
States, and 1 sav u< vil do I care how many
Cruk r Sherrnans, ee.'., move this country
when intelligence is a worse crime than
a million. Will I also Lad an obiig
ing president that will let me off when I
humole and degrade myself so i u tiiat I
am willing to swear 1 snail never try to
serve this G l-forsaken and sacred society
blessed country of J.berty. I’ll promise
never to write a newspaper article, or will
1 otherwise bring myself in th', foreground
unless it is to serve my own interest with
out disturbing other people. Liberty is
health to me. Confinement will soon prov«
my destroyer. I ask mercy.