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VOL. XXVII.—NO. 12.
A STORY OF THE QUARTERDECK. I
By MOLLIE ELLIOT SEAWELL.
Author of “Little Jarvis,” “Midshipman
Paulding,” “Maid Marian,” “Children of
Destiny,' and Other Stories.
Copyright; All Kights Reserved.
CHAPTER IX.
All the night and the next day, Brydell’s
heart was Heavy for his old friend. The
next evening at the same time lie got leave.
The officers knew of Brydell’s affection for
Grubb, and he had no difficulty in getting
oil when they knew whore he wished to go.
Walking rapidly along the street from the
wharf, whom should Brydell almost run
over but Admiral Beaumont, with Billy
Bowline, as always, rolling along behind
him.
•'Great Jupiter!” shouted the admiral. “I
was just thinking about you. boy. Where
are you going in such a hurry ?”
“Going to see poor Grubb, sir,” answered
Brydell, shaking hands with the admiral
and nodding pleasantly to Billy Bowline. |
And then, wii.l. the admiral's hand upon his i
shoulder, standi >g in the narrow, f, i- 1
darkening street, Brydell told of Esdaile’s |
disgrace and of the terrible blow it was to ■
poor Grubb. His story was punctuated with !
explosions oi wrath from the admiral, such |
as ■‘infanious cad. the boy! Shoot me, but >
I'd like to get that young villain on a ship |
of mine! Why didn't you lick him, sir? ;
Why didn't you lick him when you found ‘
the ri’.scal out? Poor old Grubb—one of the i
best men I ever knew—ten good men like :
him wili keep a whole ship’s company in I
order.” Billy Bowline's indigantion was
expressed by sundry snort.-', sniffs and an- 1
gry hitehings up of his trousers, but was ■
i om- the 1 -s emphatic bceaus not expressed .
in the admiral's vigorous language.
“Come along, sir,' cried the admiral, -
when Bryd 11 had lit ished his'brief account.
“1 m going to see Gruoo with you.”
The admi x. mounted the rickety stairs
wiih his quick step, as alert as Brydell’s.
icily Bowlint' remained below, because, as
he whispered to Brydell:
“There ain't no love lost between sailors
and jirenes, and Grubb, he were the best
je-.-ne i . ■er see—but I don't reckon as how ,
he km rs about si t in’ sailor men when he is !
in trouble.”
After knocking at the door the admiral !
and Bryd- .1' entered Grubb's little room. By
the light of the small lamp, they could see i
him disi ietly. and lit looked more gaunt, [
more ashy ami nearer death than the even- !
ing before. But he was feebly delighted to I
see them.
’How s this, Grubb?” began the admiral in
his quarti rdeck voice. “You must get up. -
J‘• . ■ '■ ' ' had, am? n- ver ocetiri to
me that you intended getting out of the ,
service like this.”
“Thank* e, sir, for your good opinions.” an- !
swered Grubb, a light appearing in his
sunken eyes, "but I can't get well.”
Nonsense, nonsense. You’ve had trouble
with your boy—but you must bear up—beat
up. sir.” ,
"All, sir, askin’ your pardon, you don't
know what it is to have trouble with your
own flesh and blood. 1 couldn't abear to lie
p'inted out as Grubb, the feller whose son
■was drove < ut of his class fer lyin'. I'm I
a plain man. sir. and maybe that's why
J hold on to be respectable so hard- I ain’t,
got nothin' < Ise. 1 didn't think, though,
'twot.id go so hard with me. 1 made up my
mind in a minuo to git out o’ tin- corps and '
take off this uniform as I respects and
loves. But 1 didn't think to fall down in
the .1! ■ t. ami I know I've got. a shock
as. I'il never get over.” The admiral could
not but believe him.
I’or three or four days Brydell and the
admiral went to see Grubb regularly, and so
did Dr. \\ ayne, and it was plain to the
most i.t'Xp' I'iciit' 1 eye that the marine
was traveling fast out of this world. At
last, one evening about the usual hour of '
dusk, when Bryd* 1! went in the room, he i
saw that Grubb ‘tail started on the great |
journey. His face was slightly flushed, and |
his eyes bright, and occasionally his mind '
would wander.
"I've been a-waitin’ for you. Mr. Bryd'll." I
he cried in a weak voice. "There's two j
things as I wan: d< t ■•. One is, I want :
you to git that little Bible out o' my na-. -r- I
sack hanging up yonder, and r-.: 1 them |
promises about them as believes in Jesus i
Christ shall live though they <li> And tile |
other is, to put my best uniform on me. i
You see. sir. something's gain’ to happen; i
it's a inspection seems to nn, but my |
head ain't clear yes, it’s a in ;>i . lion sure-.
And Private Grubb ain't nev r been re- [
ported at inspection in twenty-four, goin’ '
oi* twenty-five years, as long as I've been ;
in the service.''
"Don’t ,v' i think you'd better wait until
the iloetoi conies, Grubb?” asked Brydell
soothingly.
“Hord, no, sir. Ive got to be on time
there's the bugle now, sir" and indeed a
faint echo of tin bm.de e.nm through the
open windows from tin (,’onstellation lying
but in bor, half a milt away. lb
was so insistent that Brydell went to the
closet and took out a new private's uniform
that hung th re. H. brought it to the bed
and laid it down. Grubb began to linger it
—and his face changed and ids manner
calmed.
'I know xxb.it ’t;s,” h? said. “It ain't
no inspection here on earth I’m in for it's
a inspection by the Great Captain as to
how we've did our duty. But all the same,
Mr. Brydell. 1 want tl is here uniform on—
because I aixvays said 1 wanted to die in it.
Howsomever, do you think it’s right, as I
might get my discharge papers any day
for me to wear in it, and bein’ buried in
it?”
”1 don’t believe anybody in the world
would call it wrong, Grubb.”
"Weil, sir. I’m gl 1 I to hear you say that.
It does seem hard, if after I’ve served
twenty-tour, goin’ on twenty-live years, I'm
to die and be buried lik<- a plain <'it“. And
I'd like you to ask t i- admiral as how if I
counldn’t have the right sort of a funeral;
you know we give it to oi l t'apps. I ain’t
set on t'ne band particklar, but 1 want the
flag tn my collir. a.id 1 want to be carried
on a gun carriage. Now, will you ask the
admiral all about this?”
“Yes,” said Brydell, in a trembling voice.
Then holding Grubb up by main force iie
managed to get the uniform on him, the
poor felloxv helping fevi ishly and showing
unexpected strength. When at last it xvas
done Brydell got the thumbed Bibb and
read to him those promises of comfort to
the dying.
"That’s it. that’s t, Mr. Br\ lell. Life's
sort of puzzle to me. I don't know where
my boy got his bad ways from—and I'm
afraid he won't git • ver ’em but if • ver
you have a < hance I want you to b< frtet d
him—for the sake of poor old Grubb. Ila!
ha! What a funny little shaver you were!
I can see yon now. sir, the day f grabbed
you for tearing up the turf at navy yard,
and the way you banged away at mo with
that little rifle.” .
He was getting excited, and beginn ng to
toss about on his narrow bed.
“Don’t you think you had better keep
quiet and try to go to sleep? The doctor
xvill be here presently,” said Brydell, try
ing to restrain his tears.
"Well, yes, sir, good-night.” answered
Grubb in a pleasant, natural voice.
In a little while the door opened softly
and the doctor walked in. He went up to
the bid. "He's asleep sir,” said Brydell in
a. whisper. The doctor bent over him and
listened for his breathing.
"Yes, he is asleep,” he said after a little.
“H< will wake no mote.”
Brydell told the admiral about Grubb's
last wish.
"It, shall be done, by George,” cried the
admiral with tears in his eyes.
So poor Grubb, after having served
twenty-fear, going on txventy-five years,
was buried in his uniform and taken on a
gun carriage covered with the flag to his
list resting place, and nobody asked a
word about his discharge papers; the i‘.d
, nse d all that. Behind the coffin
i of his I innbli friend walked Brydell, in
full uniform, and as he kepi lite slow step
: of the funeral march solemnly played by
' the bind, h'* thought io himself, “This man
! was a poor, uneducated private, but I hope
! I shall be able to have as good a report to
I give the Great Captain.”
CHAPTER X.
One night about seven years after this
! the handsome liftx-four gun frigate, the
. Naiad, flagship of Admiral Beaumont s ’
I squadron, and the sloops of war \ ixen and
i Spittire lay at anchor off a. town mi the
j South American coast. The night xvas
| clear, although there was no moon, and
i the harbor lights shone steadily. The
! town itself xvas full of life and light, the i
I governor’s castle blazed and across the
dark water floated the inspiring music of
several military bands. A grand official
i bail to the admiral and his officers was in
’ progress. Walking the deck of the Naiad
was Brydell, now a handsome young en
sign. He had a xvholesome appetite fir
balls, but it. being his watch that night
he xvas obliged to remain on board. In
vain had he made all sorts of advantageous
offers of exchanging duty with the other
; young watch officers, of whom Maxwell,
: his old acquaintance of the Constellation,
! was one and Cunliffe. who had turned out
i a fine young fellow, xvas another. Brydell
J had pleaded, cajoled and stormed; the oth
| er follows only laughed at him and went off
j to the ball.
•'Just look over the:-, at the Spittiro,”
I growled Brydell to him elf the Spittire xvas
commanded by Brydi H’s father "the old
man hates balls and has let all the felloxvs ,
go and stays at home and keeps ship him
self. i xx ii- o’ . ap’ ’'n \\as an unsocial
■ . ■ ■ ■■ - . •’• '
him turtne’'; ■•i.ie burst of music from the
shore, borne fitfully oxer the. water. Bry
dell • glanced cynically up at the frigate’s
lights, which indicated by their arrange
ment that both admiral and captain xvere
on shore, while the Spitfire, a short distance
off, although looming up indistinctly, yet
shoxved by th? lanterns on her shadowy
spars that her captain was aboard.
•'However.” thought Brydell. slamming his
Cap fiercely on his head, "Admiral Beau
mont is nearer right than my father, for
he gets all the solid tun there is out of life.
I That’s the sort of admiral I mean to be.”
Brydell bad enjoyed evei \ moment of his
cruise on the flagship. It was Admiral
Beaumont's last sea service before his re
tirement. They expected to sail for home
' within a. fexx- days, and when the admiral
hauled down his flag i: would be for good.
He had been known as a great martinet,
but fol- Illi- last few We.-ks I.e had b come
rather indulgent, especially in the matter of
shore leave, and now, for the first time
mi the cruise, the ship had on her only
one lieutenant, Verdery; one ensign, Bry
dell; txvo young naval cadets and one as
sistant engineer.
As Brydell walked the deck some strange
thoughts crossexl his mind. They had that
day taken on board from the Vixen a num
ber of men xvhose time was nearly up,
and who xvere to be ennxeyol back to the i
I'nited States, while th ■ Vixen remained
on the south Atlantic station. And among
them xvas a sailor rated on the ship's books
as "William Black, able seaman,” xvhom !
Brydell instantly recognized in spite of a I
heavy full beard, as Esdaile. He had heard
nothing i.f Grubb’s disgraced son in all ■
those seven year.-, and had thought that an
\meri an man-of-war xvas the last place on
earth to look for him. But he concluded
that Esdaile had no doubt spent his little,
patrimony and nad probably enlisii 1 lor a.
living, failmg in other things. Esiiaile or
Black hail given no sign of recognition
and probably hoped that, his altered mime
his beat 1 and tl hang< s of seven years
would keep his identity unknown.
Tile meeting had given Brydell a shock.
He had never forgotten his promise to poor
Grubb to befriend his son. if possible, but
lie had no means of doing so. Then his
thoughts turned to pleasanter things. He
. had received a letter from .Minna Eauri
son that day, enclosing her photograph in
her xvhite i.iininiencenii iit gown. She was
a pietty girl of seventeen then, and eager
to enter college, which she would do the
next year. Brydell had been back to the
Baurison place several times since he spent
his year of farmwork there, and .Minna, and
he iiad continued last friends. .Minna, in I
her enthusiasm for the higher education, .
v, is loftily indifferent to balls, never hav
ing been to one. and Br.x !' ll made her very |
indignant, and amused himself very inueh 1
by promising her tiiat het head would be i
comuetely turned by the x ery first ball she :
would go to.
"Never mind,” thought Brydell to himself ■
as h ■ walked up and down the deserted |
quarterdeck. "Some time or other I’ll go to i
a better bull than this -an American ball— |
and I'll have a sweeter girl io take than i
any her' -it xvill be Minna Baurison.”
Tib- sea had been rough when the boats I
put off and it. grew rougher as lie. wind
: . ant A erdery,
one of the oldest lieutenants, xvho xvas
leii. in i-ommanil of the ship, had gone f.ir
xvard lor a f> w moments and presently :
e,ime hue].;. The wind began then to bloxv ■
in earnest and the big frigate xvas locking ,
like a cockle shell. The sky, too, became i
black and lowering in an inconceivably i
.short lime.
T shouldn’t be surprised if we xvere in '
for another,” said Verdery. "We have had ,
most uncommon good weather for this ;
coast, and it's about time for it to change, i
i shouldn't be surprised if the admiral got ]
w i coming off tonight.”
"I shouldn't be surprised if he didn't .
gt t oft at all," answered Brydell,‘pointing ■
to the north west. A great mass of black '
clouds had collected as if by magic, and i
at that instant it was torn by a Hash of I
forked green light that seemed to rend the |
Ina vens. Nothing could have been more
sudden. Verdery dashed below to look I
at the glass and to see the engineer, for I
if the storm struck them the safety of the
ship and of the lour hundred men she
ATLANTA, GA., TUESDAY, MARCH 20, 1894.
j carried would depend upon the power of
i the engines to keep her off the gaint ro< <s
i that fringed the shore. Almost instantly
, the distant roar of the advancing tempest
I was heard, and in another moment the ‘
| cabin orderly came running up excitedly :
j to Brydell. “If you please, sir,” he said, ;
“Mr. A’erdery was just going in the cabin
to look at the glass, when, one of the ,
ports being loose, the wind blew it in a d
it struck Mr. Verdery right full in the ■
forehead and knocked him senseless. The ;
cabin steward run to him to do everything ;
he could, but Mr. Verdery can't give no :
orilers and the steward, as xvas a hospital 1
steward once, says as hoxv it was a pretty
bad bloxx’ and when Mr. Verdery com s ,
to he can't give no orders, ’cause both •
his eyes are bleedin’ and he can’t see,”
For one moment Brydell’s heart stood ;
still. He was the next officer in rank to ■
Verdery on board, the only others besides i
the assistant, engineer being Manning ami ■
Buxton, both his juniors, and upon him
xvould rest the command of the flagship
and her company in a gale which promised
to be a hurricane. In another moment,
though, his courage rose. “I can only do my
best,” he thought, "and all my life and
training has been steadily toward making j
me fit for such an emergency and all T I
can do is to keep off shore ami trust in |
God.”
At that very moment the advance guar ‘
of the storm struck them. As they
at anchor their canvas was secure, b; /
their steam xvas low and the wind xv
driving them straight on to destructio •’ *x
The Naiad’s head had been pointed se
ward, but as the tempest struck her /j
knocked the gre.it. frigate around as if
had been a paper ship and her heavy
chors began to drag.
“Call the boatswain,” xvas Brydell’s fir.
quick order, given calmly enough, althou,- A’.
i his heart was thumping like a steam e : ,
gine, and his next, was, "Call the sign,
m in." In another moment the sharp c '. ' •
of the whistle was heard to get up t 1 :
anchor and above the darkness the 'nigv/
signal xvent up to the other ships, ’M ', •
anchors ami go to sea.” Their only sal'* 1 .-
lay in seeking the open ocean. Manr ’”;
and Buxton xvere on deck immediately
and composed. Crawlord, the young ■.
gineer, xvas at his post, working han../; /
get up steam, and in a' few minutes ‘’ off
throb of the engines, slow, but ste l
was heard. • '; '
Brydell xvas at the xvheel. with Atki." J, 1
old, acquaintance of his cadet. <lu i'ni ,
was now a quartermaster and ren« ? r W i.
iiHil-headed and reliable. The h<:'‘ O ?
put hard aport and in the te . ■' VB..
gale the ship xvas brought at - r
<i‘ grei s. A black and blindiij- ‘w 1
■om along with ihuncßf, \”, G
v,ii,.i, an i was only ('lining ' ■
of lighning that, the Vixen and t: t
could lie seen. Booth sloops-of-i.’.ir had i
more powerful engines for their size and j
worked better than the Naiad. As soon as
the signal xvas sent up Brydell saw both I
ships had come about and xvere heading I
seaward -for safety. They made but slow I
progress, but still they xvere moving Stea.li
ly and passed close to the Naiad on the
port, quarter. The Naiad was struggling
with the fury of the storm, and, although
her head hail been brought partly round,
she lay in the trough of tin 1 sea, her la
boring engines seemingly unable to move
her against the force of the hurricane.
All her company were on deck except the
force down in the engine rooms and the
men bad begun to make silent preparation
for the light for their lives. Most of them
had kicked off their shoes and stripped off
their jackets, expecting every moment to
be engulfed in the boiling sea.
So eieiil.', a flash of lightning that last' d
m arly a minute and played over the whole
heax ns showed them the Spittire passing
them easily, though slowly, followed by
the Vixi n. Captain Brydell xvas standii g
on th bridge of the Spitfire and saw at
a. glance that Brydell was in command. '
He at once surmised that Lieutenant \ er- '
der.x was disabled. As he forged ahead of ;
the flagship Captain Brydell took off his ,
. ap and waved it and Brydell knowing the
spiia' of fortitude that his father expected ;
of him, waved his cap back in that mo
ment of ghastly light. Then, as the dark
ness descended a cheer rang out above the
howling of the wind; it was the men on
Hi - Naiad ch-' l ing their more fortunate
eoniradi'S. while they themselves seemed
doomed to destruction.
But at that, moment the frigate, as if
ga lb. ring herself for a mighty effort, moved
toward a little, then stopped and stag
ger'd, and again she xvas moving ahead,
although but slowly and unsteadily. Bry
dell manago.l to keep her head to the wind
am! -by degrees, as the steam got up, she
made a little more headway. In the blind
ing flashes of light they could see the two
sloops-of-war for awhile aheaxl of them,
but xvhen they had got a mile or txvo from
shore not even the lightning gleam could
pierce the whole of The awful darkness.
Brydell's sensations as lie stood by the
j xvhi. el, occasionallj' leaving it to mount the
bridge for a minute or two, could not be
described. He was simply doing xvliat any
other otliccr could do or would have done,
but no young officer in tiie world having
for Ids first command the safety of a flag
ship in a furious gale and the lives of four
hundred souls could feel anything but j
awi-1 and solemn. The quickness with-j
v.'iiich li" had seized the situation and had j
t ignaled the course to pursue had inspired
th- men ,vith confidence ami he xvas well
supported lay the coolness and steadiness
of tlie young midshipman. I’reseutly, xvhile
walking forward to see how tilings were
going. In' was met. by the cabin or
derly xvho, in attempting to salute,
lost. his cap in the shrieking wind.
"Mr. Verdery, sir, has come to,” he yelled
in Brydell’s ear above the roaring of the .
xvimi and water, “and the cabin steward is J
helping him on ileck—but he can’t see, I
’cause both his eyes xvere hurt by that ’ere i
port blowin’ out.”
In the half darkness that the ship’s
lights could only pierce like star points,
Bryiii'll saw Verdery, with his eyes
bandaged, being helped up the companion
xxa.,’ Brydell hurried to him. ’
"You have done admirably, Mr. Brydell,” j
was Verdery’s generous greeting, "and it |
shall bi known to your credit. My first '
dread when I leeox ered my senses xvas that i
you had not grasped Hie situation, but xvhen i
I asked 1 found out that you had put to
sea as promptly as any officer could.”
“Ami 1 immediately signaled the other
ships to go to sea also,” replied Brydell,
At that a sudden change came over Ver-
dery’s pale and anxious face which xvas
visible below the bandages. In the midst
of the horrors and dangers of the hour
he suddenly burst out laughing.
"Quite right you were,” said he, "but
you father was in command of the Spitfire.
' I xvonder how lie would have felt if he
had known it was you xvho ordered him to
i go outside?”
j "He did know it, sir,” answered Brydell,
| smiling faintly. "They passed quite close
i to us and a great flash of light came and
j I saw my father as plainly as 1 see you
i noxv and, of course, he saw I xvas in com
( irand. He waved his cap to me and I
waved mine back at him.”
Verdery, in spite of his dangerous hurt
I and helpless condition, remained on deck,
, but he gave no orders nor did he find it
I necessary to make any suggestions and his I
‘ presence was only from lite feeling that ■
' he wished to be found at his post even if ;
i he could not do duty.
The fury of the storm continued, but the
Naiad, with her engines revolving quickly,
xvas better able to withstand it. They had
now worked their way well out to sea and
xvere in fairly good condition to weather
the gale. Brydell. although absorbed in
| trying to save the ship, had yet noticed
| Blink, tiie seaman, xvhom lie knew to be
i Esdaile. There was little for the men to
I do, so they gathered forward on the fo'ksie,
I ready for any emergency.
I Not so Black, xvho stood as far aft as ilis
, 'ipline would allow, and apart from his
' iates. Just then tiie fury of the gale blew
it part of the main staysail out of tin:
■' holt ropes and the men sprang aloft to reef
I lie ragged sail. It was Black’s* duty to
■ go, and lie went, but Brydell, watching
i him in tiie half light, saw that he shirked
this work. He was the last man aloft
|and he was so careless in what he was
p doing that tiie captain of Hie main top,
‘ pushing him aside, secured the sail iiini-
. seif. Black droppud to me deck uncon-
■ cernedly close by Brydell.
i "My man,” said Brydell sharply, “you
| must be smarter at your duty than that.”
. Without a word Black rushed at Brydell,
.md with one blow felled him to the deck;
’hen, as if maddened, he jumped on him and
igan kicking him furiously. In an in
ant a dozen brawny arms had seized the
isubordinate sailor and he was dragged
■low, lighting-and resisting violently.
i .either the blow nor tiie kicks had seriously
. I-art. Brydell. He xvas dazed by tiie sud
iiiness of it, but in half a. minute he was
.li his feet none the worse but for a few
'•uises. Tiie men, seeing his i .■■ ipe, and
mowing how much the safety of all on
.I , ■ : pended on the young en n,
’ • accord gave him three dicers that j
'j, n A| ( above the roaring of tin storm.
//j-' , ■ jUaa;.tempi ■ . !. s a '
jAvii >.'r. 'fo'.ioxved the snip xx.is slid
: figt”.ing Z for her life. Brydell did not once
i leave the deck, but toxvard noon the xvind
calmed, and although the sea still ran high,
the fur.x* of the storm was over.
1 About 2 o’clock in the day the Spitfire xvas
i sighted. Brydell, knowing her superior
speed, signaled, "Report us ail right, and
we will be in some time today." The
Spitfire signaled back, “Congratulations.
Who commands?” The answer came,
"Ensign Brydell; Verdery hurt, but not
seriously." With this good report the Spit
fire steamed away for the anchorage.
(To be Concluded Next Week.)
From The New York Recorder.
Frank L. Stanton needn't have entitled
his little volume of Jgiems. "Songs of a |
Day.” This writer's graceful work is fa
miliar to Re. order r aders b. frequent quo- 1
tat.ons from The Atlanta Constitution, and ,
if many of Hie poems are not already past- I
ed in their scrapbooks for reading on an- i
tiler day, it is strange, indeed.
Stanton may be called t’ne James Whit
comb Riley of the south. Not that there
is the slightest note of imitation, but he re
sembles Riley in his hearty wliolesomentss,
command of dial, et and knowledge of th.
heart. No one .an write better love song.- ;
no one else of xvhom 1 know do.s writ. |
them day after day with i.utlieleiiDrapidif. ,
for daily newspaper us-, yet musical ami ,
sweet and perfect. Tnis is fm dity but net |
fatal. Written slowly or wr.tten qui. kiy. ■
there is power in "Lj n< bed,” " I'he Mastei
Coming. " "Slant At \nd.r mvhi. .no'
"The Call of the R. afers." ami tiler.' is
exquisite pathos in "When Jim Was D-ad"
ami "Didn’t Think o’ l.osiif Him,” 11. re
is Hie little poem, "Lynched"
"The tramp of iiorse adown a sullen glen;
Dark forms of stern, unmerciful masked
men,
A clash of arms, a cloven prison floor.
And a man's cry for mercy! * * * Then high
o er
Tiie barren fields, dim outlined in the storm,
The swinging of a lifeless human form,
And elose beside, in horror and affright,
A widowed woman xvailing to the light.”
And here’s a sharply contrasting poem:
A LITTLE WAV.
“A little way to xvalk with you, my own—
Only a little way;
Then one of us must weep and walk alone
Until God's day.
"A little way! It is so sweet to live
Together, that 1 knoxv
Life would not have one xvithered rose to
If one of us should go.
"Ami if these lips should ever learn to
smile,
"With your heart far from mine,
Twould be for joy that in a Tittle xvhile
They xvould be kissed by thine.”
I’rettier .vet is "Love's Bouquet’ —lint I
mustn’t quote more.
Joel Chandler Harris writes the preface
to this edition - the second, I am glad to
see and it is published by the Eoote ,<■ Da
vies Company, of Atlanta, very daintily.
The l.im of Advance.
From Kate Field's Washington.
One of the prominent literary men of |
America spent last winter in Berlin and I
xvas the recipient of much attention. One i
day a note was delivered by a I’.unkey in '
gorgeous livery desiring the presene, of ■
Mr. C at one of the emperor’s dinners
tiie following week. Mr. C 's little i
daughter was very much impressed by the ■
flunkey and the seal on the envelope and I
could hardiy wait till her father came i
home to satisfy her curiosity.
Mr. C read the note with great pleas- ;
ure, and in response to Mary’s inquiry i
as to the nature of its contents, replied;
"An invitation, my dear, from the emperor '
of Germany to a state dinner.”
Mary remained quiet for a few minutes !
and then remarked thoughtfully:
“Papa, I wonder where all this is going :
to end! Last xveek you dined at the am- i
bassador's. next xveek you go to th- cm- I
peror’s. I suppose you will be dining with ;
God next!”
An eastern paper is ungallant enough to
advise Mrs. Lease to go over to Ireland and
grow ut. with the large estate that she
claims has been left to her.
NEW YORK GOSSIP.
I \ TE R Efi TIN a N E ITS G .1 TH ERE JI
HERE ANU THERE.
WALL STREET CALLS ON MR. CLEVELAND
And They are Assured of the Veto of the
Seigniorage Coinage Bill—The Politi
cal Outlook in New York, Etc.
New York, March 11.—(Special Correspond
ence.)—lt was announced among the inner I
circles of tin: stock exchange and the cot- i
i ton exchange early that Presiderlt Ch ve
■ land had given assurances to some gen- .
' tl. men win. xvent oxer to Washington from
i New York Sati rday that he xvould eerlaiu-
I ly veto the seigniorage coinage bill when |
it came to him. There was some doubt ;
last xveek what his course would be and i
these gentlemen went for the sp—ilie. pur- I
pose of finding out what he xvould do, and :
they returned, it. is said, with a satisfaeto- I
ry answer, and wheat and cotton i >tn
tumbled as was exp-cted.
it will be impossible to pass the bill over
his veto, as enough senators among
democrats will be found to act with the n -
publicans t > prevent this from being done.
There xvill be no strenuous efforts made to
defeat the bill before the senate. The bill
will pass the senate probably this week by
a good majority. Th- presid-nt xvill thee
veto it. and there is no chance to pass it
oxa r his veto. Heavy speculation d veloj"'d
as soon as these facts xvere known. The
seigniorage bill is as good as dead now ,
according to the opinion of experts, not- .
withstanding Hie strength of the measure
both in tiie house apd senate. Sherman
will again be victorious on his financial >
policy; values will continue to be redii— I
to a gold standard, amr’t.ie country will |
ha ve to grin and bear it. Anothei bond
issue will probably be the immediate re
sult.
General Tracy and the (loveruoi shl; .
Nexv York. March 13.—(Special Correspond
dence.)—The political situation in this state ,
is all that th ■ republicans could desire. :
Tiie outlook is so encouraging that the con- ,
test for the gubernatorial ncmination has |
become very spirited, and it is now thought
that General Tracy will secure the nohiina- j
tion, Tiie general made a good secretary ■
of the navy unoer Harrison, and, as he has ;
taken no part in factional quarrels he xvill
make a very strong republican candidate.
Wonderful changes have oei urred since
the democracy carried the state by a large
majority in .1X92. The anti-snappers, alter
using tiie regtliar democracy to win victory
in a presidential campaign, turned against
it, cut its throat and, the result, has placed
the legislature and i large portion of Hie
; executive department of the state govern- ,
I ment in tiie hands 01' the republicans.
This political revolution is entirely due to '
; the di. isi.'ns in the.(!•>,.,.. : -aits- i
by i:- ant: .i. i ‘pio/R. .R.,• v.
their selfish amt rm..'. .-'W y-wy. ii.T'. 1 ' ai- !
ready wiped out the magnificent majority
of their party in New York, and they have i
stirred up so much strife ana discontent
that tiie republicans confidently count on a !
republican victory at the next election.
Crondiug Out the 'leu.
Women wageworkers are finding so many
new occupations that our young men I-gin
to wonder how they are to earn a living un
less tl«'y go to the farm or into lines of,
employment requiring heavy manual labor.
The women have even invaded tiie banks,
where lirst-elass business qualifications are
required. On April 15th, last, the list of
w mien employes of the national banks in
the various states stood as follows;
Maine, 6; New Hampshir<. 11; V-rmont,
6; Rhode Island, 2; Connecticut, -w
[ York, 11; New Jersey. 3, Pennsylvania. 2‘>;
j Delaware, 1; .Marxland, 1; District of Co
I lumbia, 1; Georgia, 2; Florida, 1; Louisiana.
I 2; Texas, 3; Arkansas, 1; Kentucky, G; Teu
; nessee, 1; Ohio, 23; Indiana, 24; Illinois, 27;
i Michigan. 11; Wisconsin, 12; lowa. 21; Min
| nesota, 13; Missouri, 15; Kansas. 21; Ne
braska, 19; Colorado, 4; California, 6; Ore
gon, 4; North Dakota, 9; Idaho, 1; Monta
na, 3; Wyoming, 1; Washington, 8.
’ In several instances women are presi
dents and directors of banks, and hold oth-
: er hi'-'iily responsible positions in them.
N.it gaily, the ability of won ■ n to -omc
| i (dependent and self-supporting has cans- .
i <"l a de-rease in the marriage rate. In our ■
I large i-ities thousands of girls are educat
ing themselves for a business care< r. Many
of them earn large salaries, a.id they make
it a point to save money and invest it so
tiiat they will have something to fall back
on when they are too old to work. They
like their freedom, and they love to make
money and handle it. Tiny regard mar- i
riage as a lottery and pn ter indepemlence ;
to the risk of a partnership witli a man .
who may turn out to be an utter failure in :
life.
The young men of the country xvill have
to accept tiie situation, and make the best i
of it. If they have to leave the stores, I
counting rooms and other easy places, and I
go to the field, the factory and the forge, it l
will be so much the better.
Give the xvomen a ehane> . Stout young
men have no busite ss crowding them out
of the light employments.
Bticncd zit tile Make.
Over in Camden, New Jersey, yesterday,
tiie youngsters had a big time. Fifteen' <>r
twenty boys wore playing Indians. A
young fellow named Eldridge seems to have L
been Hie controlling spirit, and xvhen tiie
boys e."ptured Ramy, who acted the part !
of a pale-face, tiie fun began in earnest.
He was tied most securely. Arms. legs
and body xvere held in place by the tarred
ropes. So tightly xvere Hie Knots made >
that as he squirmed to get loose lie xvas
forced to ery out xvith pain.
This macle the stake business seeti'i more ,
real, but. it was not yet realistic enough I
for Eldridge. Gleefully he turned to the!
score of comnanione an/1 said;
"Boys, let’s set him atire like real Indians. I
Who's got a ma (eh?”
Deegan handed out a piece of match, and i
the piper that had been piled around belorc
as "make believe” lire was now ignited, .
and a. most realistic bit of drama xvas
The tarred ropes quickly caught fire, and i
as the hoys jo ned hands and danced about |
Charley his clothing caught Are. and his |
little liodx- xvas envelopocl in flames.
Then the horrible part of the fun seemed I
siKKieiilv to daw.l mi inem. I’he torturers
were seized by terror, and their shouts
brought a colored man xvho was passing in
Broadway. At sight of him most of th"
boys fle(L the others following later. Willi
tlie'bo' ■■ xvhieh v >■ lying about, the man
extinguished the flames.
o, o . i.'scue. and the boy
was token to his home, al No. 1,115 Broad
wav, but a few squares away. Later ho
was removed to the i lorn ■ >pathi< hospital
in a dying condition. The phvsieians say
that the chances for his recovery are one
in a thousand, and that even if he does re
cover he will never have the use of his
hands, but will l>e a cripple for life.
His arms, leys and neek are burned, the
flesh hanging in shreds. All the clothing
was burned off Hie body, and his suffering
is terrible.
The victim is only thirteen, and the other
PRICE FIVE CENTS
boys are not much older. The ringleaders
have been arrested, but mt account of their
youth they will doubtless escape xvith light
sentences.
Des pet-a <<■ I’oxcrt y.
In a little hovel in the Shadow of Brook
lyn bridge, an evangelist found, the other
day, ti poor woman tn a garret making
overalls at 4 cents a pair. By her side sat
a pinch-faced child of four years, xvho, by
sewing buttons on the overalls, enabled her
mother to earn 53.75 a week, working four
teen hours a day, for seven days.
When the evangelist told the woman tc
trust in God she turned upon him fiercely
and, as quoted by a city paper, exclaimed,
“God! Why do you preach to me of God?
I 1 tell you there is no God for tiie poor—no
| heaven. There is no hell except this life.
, No devil except the men who grind the lives
of women and children into dollars and
' cents.”
The city missionaries xvho work among
I the poor are disheartened. They say that
it is nard to convert people who are out of
| work and on the verge of starvation.
! Such conditions are dangerous. They
I threaten peace and order and the very ex-
■ istence of society. American wage-work
; ers have always been accustomed to em
ployment at living wages, and
if xve adopt a financial system that xvill
I place them on a level with the pauper labor
of Europe there will !■• trouble.
It will be a sad day for this court*ry should
tiie desperate poor turn their bac ks on God,
; and array themselves against society, pre
ferring to be shot down, rather than to die
by slow starvation, as they have done in
other countries.
If some of our leading goldbugs xvould
go among the unemployed masses in the
I cities, see their condition, and overhear their
■ talk, they xvould leave their Wall street
offices and go to Washington and demand
the abandonment of tiie single gold standard
I and currency contraction policy.
n . v i . <*. i. - I li! I. l>.
New York. March IG. -(Special Correspond-
I ence.)—Sever-'.! gentlemen xvho have con
versed witli Mr. Cleveland say that he will
i allow the seigniorage bill to become a law
, by holding it ten days after he receives ii.
: He xvill neither sign nor it.
This does not suit Wall street. Prominent
: goldbugs here sa; that, the president is not
i the man to sneak o”t of a dilemma, through
j a pocket veto. He is a very 'determined
man and is afraid of nothing. He has de-
I lied public sentiment iP'iny tiin .s, and ice
i xvill defy it again. The gold standard men
I will be satisfied xvith nothing less than a.
straightout veto.
A Law Against Hazing.
The New York legislature has passed a
xvholly unnecessary bill making hazing,
which results in physical injury, a crime
under tiie statute. Hazing of that chura ■-
ter always was a crime, and it could have
- been punished if tiie officers of the law had
attended to their duty. The trouble has
beep that assaults and other injuries corn
initteu bv students have been passed by as
I “college fun.” Outrages that xvqulu have
i lanm-a ordinary people in stale’s prison
have I'et-.i smo'.itiie’• over because the per
petrators en (.ii'tei'-gtaduates. Tne «.or-
■ -1 1 u ‘
o< Ne ec,
tne law ■ . e. .. .ons an '.iell as other
p-'opi'. But t!" ’" w. no need of a new
lav to th subject. The old laws
against assault and battery, mayhem and
mcrdi.r are ample if they are enforced
■ wnhbut favor.
iHUiKtrj’x Lover AVimlm.
Fred Gebhard, after circling the globe
in a dizzy whirl of pleasure with Mis.
Langtry, lias at last settled down. When
he decided to turn over a new leaf he took
tiie Keeley gold cure treatment. Then he
engaged himself to tiie beautiful Miss
Louise Morris, of Baltimore, and their wed
ding last Wednesday xvas tiie greatest so
cial event of the week. Air. Gebhard’s last
present lu Miss Alonis xvas a solid silver
| bathtub. s -i 1
The white metal in this gorgeous ante
nuptial gilt is without alloy. The vessel
is as commodious as the workmanship dis
played on it is intricate and ingenious. Tall
and beautifully proportioned as Aliss Alor
ris is, she will be able to disport herself
in this lover's gift without fear of stub
bing her pink toes at one end ol' it ur
abrading her scalp by sudden contact with
the other. This little piece ol b tudoir furn
iture is beautifully embossed. Tiie exterior
resemble.'- a perfectly l iid out. flower gar
den in miniature, while tiie interior is deli
cately chased, un the bottom of the tufa
are embossed Miss Morris’s initials in huge
letters, it weighs 200 pounds avoirdupois
weight. The market price for silver at
I present is s; cents an ounce, in this dou
! ble-deeked and triple-riveted vessel sug
' gestive of female sybaritism there are
3. tOO ounce.-. At 83 cents an ounce thia
amounts to ;?2,(i5G for the met il alone. Sil
ver workers in New York who w- re ailoxved
to feast their eyes on the beau til til vessel
before it xv i" swathed in tinted cotton and
soft tissue paper, preparatory to being sent
to Aliss Alorris, say mat it ( out I not posst
loy made for less than This
I brings tiie cost ol the gilt up to S->. >•>*». i'ne
; interior of the bathtub is titled up with
receptacles for soap, brushes, sp -nge. etc.,
i and near lite head of it is a dainty silver
I box attached to the side, in which is a
s il ver manicure set. Th< also a com
• fortabn headrest with an open space for a
rubber air pillow should tile lair user de
sire to taKe a dolee tar niente bath. Alto
gether iiii.- little piece of water bric-a-brao
I is tlecidediy Gebhard'-sque.
How Much for Vieveland.
From The New York I’ress.
“How much um 1 offered for Grover
Cleveland'.”' said the auctioneer in an up
town salt sroom last. Wedn-sday. There xvas
t, large audience cheerfully bidding for bric
a-brac and lamps, when a white marble
I bust, bearing tiie familiar features of the
' president, somewhat relined by contact with
! th" si iilptor's chisel, was put on th pedes-
■ tnl. There was a slight tiller. ''l don't
' know what you people think of Grover
Cleveland in the flesh, but Gruver in mar
ble ought to be worth something. Now, I'll
t.-ll you Hie truth about that bust. It was
bought by a lady to pi '-sent to hi r son. and
lie wouldn’t have it. He was good repub
liean. She brought it to me and asked me
to get what i could for it. It's a line piece
O s °work fine Italian artist. Come, now,
start it. How much? What xvill you give
me to start it?”
i lead silence for half a minute.
"Is it worth anything? You don’t want iti
All right, ’lake it away. And look here”-
this t i the man behind the curtain—“don’t
send me out anything like that again.”
The offense was not repeated.
I!'7/7 Y 77//- I'iiEM HER CAME.
When the preacher come to our house
I'a met him at the gate
An’ led his pony to the barn
An’ dinner time wuz awful late—
Co’s ma had put a turkey up
To faiten; but that very day
He "keouked.'' an' Hopped, an' broke two
slats.
An’ ’non got out an’ rttnned away.
An' ma wuz. mad at everything
An’ scolded Sam an' George an’ tne
,\n' killed Sam's hen ’at had the nest
O’ straw in th’ hollow apple tree.
An' George .'in' me. we bad to wait.
( hit there behind the clover, shed
Till they all et. An’ George he cried
An’ said lie wisli’t 'at he wuz dead.
I wisli’t they wern't no preachers now
A-livin’ hardly an_vwhere.
An’ xvish't they'd get too sick to eat
Whenever they come to visit here.
-JAMES A. HALti. .