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- DAVID SKASJI
r am a bachelor of thirty, aad so immensely-rich
that if in any one year I
should spend two-Thirds ot my income, half
of the preachers of New York -would rise
up andanathematizemc for seekJugto widen
and mnke more apparent the gulf which ex
ists between the rich and the poor,
I have good health and a considerable
- modicum of strength. I have managed al
ways to steer reasonably clear of the shoals
.of dissipation; rasping my keel now and
then, but upon the whole coming off sound
and tight. For these tea years I have es
caped the artful ingenuousness of the debu
tante, the wiles of the designing mamma,
and the swift and deadly onslaught of the
widow, i am , moreover, of a pay and cheer
ful disposition, and because of all these
things one wcmld suppose that r should be
happy. The fact is, however, that I am
not. I am a victim of cnnul. I have been
oored to death; bored by the city and by
the conn try. by my clubs, by society and
by my frien d3; bored by eve rytliing, animate
and inanimate; bored always, save for the
brief period -when r was pacing through
the strange experience which I am now
about to describe.
It was upon the 13th day of June last
. that the adventure happened, or, rather,
to speak more accurately, commenced.
Acting ur.on a sudden -whim, a pacing
Taney, and for the purpose of getting
out of the deadly routine of my ordinary
lire, I clothed myself in the shabbiest and
necessarily the most comfortable outing
rig which I could find in my -wardrobe,
took a steamboat, the "Monmouth," I
think it was, and went down alone, shortly
after noon, to Sandy Hook. Had I wished
I could have steamed down in my yacht,
the Ariel. This, however, was nut what i
desired. I wished to get as far away as
possible from my usual life and surround
ings, to mix with the plebian crowd, to
sprawl upon the beacli and to yarn with
the fishermen of the Hook. In short, I
was in search of something altogether
outof the ordinary, and, as I will show later
on, I certainly found it.
The afternoon was not a wildly exciting
one, but in one way and another I man
aged to divert myself in a reasonable but
mild degree. I will waste no words In de
scribing how I passed the thine, as I have
so much to say of the strange events of
the night and day which followed. The
last boat left Sandy Hook for New York
at 6 o'clock, and I missed it. Tl.at is the
only essential point and the only one nec
essary for mo to set down.
I had no mind to stay there all night;
and the only alternative which re
sented itself was to hire someone to row
me over to Stntsn Island. For some reason
or another, none of the fishermen or
loungers about the place seemed to be
willing to accommodate me. It looked a
simple and easy matter to me: as the even
ing was a fine one, there was no. breeze to
speak of, aid only a long, gentle, undulating
swell stirred the surface of the bay. The
idiotic Idea how came to me of procuring a
loat and rowing myself alone over to the
island. I now encountered another diffi
culty;' no one seemed willing to let me a
boat. I found one at last, belonging to a
one-eyed old bayman, which suited me
exactly. As he would not let it to me, I
asked him what he would sell It for, and
he named a price which was certainly twice
what it was worth. I Immediately paid
him what he demanded, and so became pos
sessor of the"MaryAnn;" a tightandwell
bullt craft about twelve feet in length.
All these negotiations took time, and it
was half past seven before I pushed off
from the said and sturted upon my venture
some voyage. A dozen or more seafaring
men gathered uponthe beach as I embarked,
and seemed to look upon me with a sort of
commiseration. Foremost among them
stood the old cyclops from whom I had
twught the Ijoat, and, as I glided away
rrom the shore, his sightless and riEhlike
orb seemed to be fixed upon me with a
persistent and baleful glare. I was re
minded of the evil eye of the jettatori,
and, if I had believed in such matters, I
would certainly have given over the en
terprise and returned.
I had calculated the distance from Sandy
nook to the nearest shore of Staten Island
to be somewhere between seven and eight
miles "When I had rowed at a pretty good
rate for about half an hour, and when I
seemed to have put something over two
miles between me and the spot whence I
had embarked, I turned my head to note
what progress I was making toward the
Island and was surprised to find that Us
shores looked every bit as far away as
they did before I set out. Looking fpr the
cause of this phenomenon, I now foundthat
it was because I had drifted a mile or more
outof my course to the east; so thatl wus,
in reality, no nearer part than when! com
menced towing. Of course I knew at once
that there must be" a strong current set
ting in the direction of the Atlantic, and
this current must have been produced by
the ebb tide. I now saw why no one had
been willing to row me across, and I
ulso realized the fact that there was
considerable work to be done If I expected
to reach Staten Island that night, or, in
"fact, any other night.
Filled with the consciousness of this fact,
I buckled down to the task with right good
will.andkeptupa prettystrongand regular
stroke for one whole hour or more, without
pause. Meanwhile the darkness had come
down, and a few stars shone out, though
for the most part the sky had clouded over
The breeze of the early evening had de
veloped into a brisk wind from the east,
and the meeting of the wind and thecurrent
had got up quite a respectable sca;-so that
my boatbobbed up and down In a manner
that was highly 'unsatisfactory. I now
thought it advisable to rest for a moment,
and-to take a survey of the situation.
At that moment I caught sight of a sail
coming rapidly toward me from the scuta.
As it came on, I made it out through the
gathering darkness to be an ordinary two
masted schooner. Its appearance gave me,
naturally, a good deal of satisfaction,
and I immediately hailed it.
Once, twice, thrice, I shouted it out.
But there was no answer; and then, before
I thoughtof it, the great black bow was al
mostuponme; and very nearly raume down
before I could getout of the way. The hull
of the schooner passed me, scarcely t went y
fcet to starboard, and, as the heavy boom
swept over my head, I noticed a rope's end,
Svme four feet long, hanging from the end,
and I reached-up, mechanically, and caught
hold of it, and held it fast; so, that my beat
immediately leaped forward and upward
out of the water, like a dolphin, and went
plunging and soaring along, after the
schooner, or rather, after the schconcr's
mainsnUr in a very undignified and per
I now took a, look, at the craft and saw
thatlt was avcsselot about 150 tons,aad
a very old, weatherbeaten and unsightly
toward me, I could see almost to the bot
tom of it, and note that it had no cargo
whatever. Furthermore, there was not a
living soul a!o.ird or it, savealong ungainly
white-faced whiskered mariner, who was
leaning the weight of his body against the
tiller, in the stern of the schooner.
He seemed to be staling at me, but with
lncklus'er eyes, and in an abant-minilol
manner. I hallooed to him repeatedly;
but he gave no answer, and acted alto
gether as though he were deaf. Finally,
however, lie readied down and picked up
a coil of small-sized lopenud threw it to
me. I immediately let go of the boom aud
seized it, and in a mement, found myself
In tow of the schooner, about twenty-live
feet astern, on the port side.
I was very glad of this change of po
sition. My boat rose and fell with n very
agreeable and regular motion, and I felt
quite safe and comfortable. I made sev
eral attempts to converse with this singular
and silent mariner, but without avail.
His glassy eyes Were fixed upon the spot
where he had first beheld them, audi doubt
If he were anj longer conscious of my
presence. He was steering, as 1 Judged,
due north, and we were making oeitninly
five or six miles an hour. It was then
about hair past 9, aud 11 the wind' held we
would reach New York at 1 or li o'clock
in the morning.
Feeling quite satisfied witli the situation,
I made the rope fast to a ring in thebow,
aud, taking up a comfortable position in
the bottom of. the boat, I gazed upward at
the shifting clouds and thefew stars which
were visible. The regular downward aad
upward sweep of the boat had a soothing
effect upon my nerves, aud I began to ft el
exceedingly drowsy, l remcrnbtr that I
looked at my watch and found that it
was 10 o'clock, -and then it must have
been shortly after that fall asleep.
1 was awakened by the violent tossing
and rocking of the boat, and, starting up,
I looked around me. The wind and sea
had got" up very considerably. Not a
star was visible, and the darkness was so
complete that I could scarcely make out
the ghostly white of the schooner's sails
ahead of me. Either the silent mariner
had altered his course or the wind had
changed, and also the run of the sea, for
we seemed to be exactly in the trough of
"Where are we bound to now?" I shout
ed out with all the iower.of my lungs.
After my experience with him, I scarcely
expected an answer. I was therefore the
more surprised and startled, when a hoarse
and sepulchral voice called back:
"To the devil."
It seemed to me altogether likely that
he spoke the truth, and this being so, and
the objective point of my voyage not lying
in that direction, I decided that it was
tims for. usto part company. Takingoutmy
knife and crawling forward, I severed the
rope, and in an Instant the schooner swept
ahead of inu and vanished In the darkneas.
I now got out the oars and brought the
boat before the wind, and none too soon
either, for It had already taken; in a lot
of water, aid It was a wonder that It had
not filled and gone under long before.
I now struck a match and looked at my
watch, and was very much surprised to
find that it was a qunrter of four in the
morning. I had slept for almost six hours.
The schooner meanwhile had sailed twenty
five or thirtymiles, aad Heaven alone knows
where that madman had taken me to.
Whether he hurt sailed In a straight line
or had zigzagged back and forth was also
a matter of pun.- conjecture. There were
a few lights scattered at wide intervals
around the horizon; but, of course, they
could tell me nothing, aud Twisely conclud
ed that my best, in fact, my only, course
was to rest upon my oars until daylight.
- This was not long in coming. In a few
minutes the blackness of the sky changod
to a dull gray, and atnbDit a quarter pastl
I distinguished rightaheadof me the vague
outlines of a strep and'reeky coast. I im
mediately rowed away toward it, and as
I approached it took shape and distinctness
and developed finally into a rocky range of
hills, which sloped down to the sea and
ended in a cliff some hundreds of feet
in length and twenty feet in height.
Against its base the breakers dashed with
a low, monotonous rumbling, and the whole
line of it was white with foam aud spray.
Looking for a place to land I finally saw
to the left an opening in the cliff fifteen
or twentyfeetin width a sort of crevasse
or fissure, into which the sea flowed. This
seemed to he my only chance, and by a
dexterous twist of the paddles I ran the
boat Into it. It took a slight turn to the
right a few feet from the entrance, and
inlengthitwas notover thirty feetatmost.
At the faither end I ran up alongside a
large flat rock, and with x-cry little trouble
succeeded in landing upon it.
I met, however, with a laughable ac
cident in doing so. I was not carcHil
enough about hanging to the boat while
scrambling upon the rock, andr had the
mortification of seeing the "Mary Ann"
slowly floating out to sea, and I was power
leas to pi event it. T did not think of
swimming after it, until it was too late.
Had I realized, as I did later, how im
possible for us to scale the cliff without
assistance, and how completely I was a
prisoner upon that four feet by six rock. I
would certainly have made the plunge.
Shortly after I had landed, or rather,
after I had been cast away, the sun rose.
The clouds now thinned out aud floated
away, the sky took on the delightful blue
of a June morning, and altogether it gave
promise of a warm andpleasanl day. From
the place where 1 stood, owing to the bend
in the fissure, I could sec but a lintfted
portion of the sea line. In that small ex
tent of horb.on there was no land visible.
This, however, was not impoi taut; us there
might be land lying all about me in other
directions. The top of the cliff above my
head and as far as I could see to the right
and left, was thickly fringed with dwarf
hemlocks and. fir trees; so that view, in
this direction also, was effectually closed.
At about P o'clock in the morning, T
was wondering for the twentieth time
where I was, aud whether It was possible
for me to bcale the cliff, when my atten
tion was called to a rustling in the trees
above me, and, looking up, I saw a small
hand parting the branches. There then
appeared the face of a. very handsome
girt, wlui looked down at me and called
"How did youget here, sir? and where
forcliave you come?"
There was a lively sparkle in her gray
eyes and the .suggestion of a frown upon
her oval face. She was evidently not
pleased at findlugmc.
"I came by the 'Mary Ann,' said I;
"but wherefore, is more than r can tell."
Her pretty foatures wore a puzzled
"You speak in riddles and I understand
you not. You must go awayatonce.''
"Would you have me swim?' I asked.
"Since that is the way you came,, yes"
"But thatia not the way I came. I had
a boat, which has got away from me and
floated out to 8ca.'r
r thought,or eoursc.that she was having
some amusement with me, and 2 answered
her in the name strain. She looked at me
for several moments, and seemed to be en
gaged in thought. Then she disappeared,
and ina ir.omentcameoutinfullvlew,upon
a crag which jutted out over the gorge.
Her costume, at the same time elcgaut
and simple, consisted of a shortand scanty
skirt of dark blue flannel, reachlngto a
few Inches below the knee, a loosely fitting
waist ofthe same material, a- shapeless
soft felt hat or gray, with an aigrette of
eagle's feathers, perched somewhat side
ways upon the wavy masses of her gold
brown hair, and lastly, but not least pic
turesquely, of thick stockings, home knit,
of coarse gray yarn, and of j,hoos which,
though small, were heavily and stoutly
made. Her form, well shown by thl ef
fective dress, was tall, full five feet six in
height, and lithe and strong and classically
molded as tiiat of one of Diana's hunt
resses. "What arc you going to do?" she asked.
after surveying nvj for a few moments with
a critical and imperious air.
"That is Just what I have been asking
myself," answered I. "I would climb
this courounded cliff If I knew how."
There was a frightened look upon her
face at this, aud she seemed to lies! tate.
"Can you assure me, should I permit you
to ascend, that you will be altogether
reasonable and harmless?"
.'I swear It," said I, at the same time
wondering what she meant. In the few
words which she had addressed to me, I
had noticed a striking peculiarity. The
language which she used was of a precise
and somewhatstlltedcharacter. Her voice,
though musical and fascinating, was uneven
in its tones, and her accent, though most
correct, had something undefiuably quaint
andstrangein It. I was very much ptu.led.
"I go, but will return," said she. "You
shall await me hut a moment."
With that, she vanished again, returning
in a minute's time with a good-sized rope,
knotted at Intervals of about two feet,
the end of which she threw down to me.
The upper end was evidently fast to tome
tree, but she took hold of the rope, wheie
it ran over theedgeof theciilf, and bracing
her young, strong limbs,, gracefully and
resolutely prepared to keep it away from
the face or the lockh. 1 seized the rope
aud planting my toes upon theirrcgularltles
of the almost perpendicular wall, had no
difficulty in hauling myself to the top.
I wondered, as I did to, at the fetrcngth
which she displayed In holding the cable
up and away from the brink or the fissure.
As I stood before her, she stepped back
a few paces and seemed to regard me with
difatruxt. The nearer view which I now
had of her race, made her more beautiful
than I had supposed. There was some
thing spirited and noble in the curves of
her regular foatures, a warmth and vigor
in her rich blown color, and a sweet se
riousness In the dcptlis of her eyes and
aIout her lips, which filled me with ad
miration and interest. I stepped toward
her, that I might take her brown, well
shaped handandthankher. Tomyamaze
ment. she sprang swiftly backward, caught
up rrom somewhere a shoit thick tapling
and held it with a threatrnlnggesture. She
apj;carcd the incarnation or a lovely sav
age, and it occurred to me at once, though
with wha correctness will shortly appear,
that I had to do with a lunatic.
"Calm yourself, my dearyounglady,"sald
I. "I simply wished to take your hand and
thank you for my deliverance."
"Would that I could be assured,", she
answered, "that this was your only in
tention." "And what else could it be?" I cried.
"Do you imagine that I would offer vio
lence to an angelic creature such as you?
Have I that In my appearance which should,
'T must acknowledge," she replied, "tlmt
you have not. On the contrary, -there is an
inexplicable attraction in your face which
draws me toward you; and, above all, why
should I fear you tWhea 1 a:u your equal in
strength and activity?"
"That being so," said I, with much in
ward amusement and wonder, "show that
you bear me no ill-will by slinking hands
She cast away her weapon, and. advanc
ing with slowness and some timidity, placed
a warm and pliant hand In mine. I gave it
a hearty squeeze and smiled upon her kind
ly and caressingly. She gave me a merry
smlle in return- a smile which disclosed
two rows of small aad pearl-like teeth and
au almost imperceptible dimple in either
"Then it is not true," .she murmured,
more to herself than to me.
"What Is not true?" I asked.
"That men cat women," was the aston
"Who told you any such thing?" said I,
after I had regarded her for a moment in
"Where is your mother?"
"I don't know."
While we were exchanging these last
words, wc stepped, still hand in baud,
through a narrow lane between the
trees, and I was now surprised to find
myself in an open meadow of irregular
Khhpe. about eighty feet in- width, by
some three hundred in length. Upon the
ocean side all outlook was shut off by an
impenetrable palisade of scrub firs and
hemlocks; while at either end and at the
back of this miniature and hidden valley,
there rose a steep, bare, unscalable wall
of jagged, uneven rocks, rull seventy ftct
in height. Midway through this inac
cessible and mimic vale, there ran a tiny
crystal brook. In one corner of it, nest
ling beneath the cliff, stood a cosy .and
picturesque cottage, while two or three
other toy-like structures were placed
near by. Some well-kept beds of flowers
were artistically laid out In front of the
house, and at the further end of this fairy
like domain there was a vegetable gar
den, in which a number of domestic fowls
were actively occupied.
"That," said she, indicating the house
with a nod, and speaking with a certain
proud satisfaction, "Is my dwelling."
"And a very romantic, snug little cottage
it is. .Miss I beg your pardon. What may
I call you?"
"You may call me by name Miranda
"Well, Miss Ttoy "
"I did not say Miss Roy. Miranda Koy."
"Miranda. Roy, then," said I, smiling
In spite of myself. "My name is Regi
nald Bigelow, and if you will permit me,
I will step in and pa y my respects to yonr
"There is no one here; I have no peo
ple." "You arc really not living here alone?"
"Certainly, and why not? Is it not
-always to one's advantage to have a wiole
house to one's self?"
"Very few have thought so," r repIi-s'J.
"You bpoke of your mother a short while
since. " Will you tell me something about
"I never had a father. I am descended
from my mother only."
This answer took my breath away. It
was evident thatshe was pcrrectlyserijus.
My brain was in a whirl trying to teal
with the answers she had given 1112.
"How long have you been in this place,
Miranda Koy? And . how did you get
"r did not get here. I was here, md j
have been here always." f
"Your mother -was here, too, was she
not?'" ' '
"Yes, she has been here; always with me,
exceptlnerfor the last, five years. Shcleft.
me in the night, when I was fourteen vnars
of age. Wliere or now she went I know
not. Slw had often told me that she must
some day leave me, and telling me she
would weep. Though why she wept and,
why she had to leave me is more than I
No one could look at her and listen to
her and doubt hr story. Her lustrous
gray eyes were filledj.with tears and my
heart went out toUjec
"I'oor, lonely, unhappy child." I ex
claimed. "You do not mean that you
have b.-cn alone five mortal years?"
"Why not? Is It.not theway lhatwomen
live? And why should. I be unhappy In a
place as beautiful ui, this?"
"Sou have friends and neighbors, I up
pose, who drop In upon you frequently aud
talk with ytfu." - :
"1 have no friends or neighbors, and no
one lias ever spoken to me but yoi and
Here was a singular and most charming
situation. Tils .naive and lovely girl be
fore me, this perfect repi escntatlve of
womankind laid never before spoken to a
man. -I contemplated Iter with curiosity
and with pleasure.
"For haps I have done wrong in speaking
to you thus," she added. 'It is against
my mother's wishes and commands. I can
not help It, but I am.not sorry that I have
done so: for you are pleasing to me wlien
I look at you, and I tak.e pleasure in being
with you. Site said that I must never .sec
or talk withmen; that.they wercallwicked,
and that most of them were devils."
"That Is an exaggeration, Miranda Koy.
Some of them may be,so, but in the .nam
It is far from true. I am not as gixxl as
borne men, but, at the same time, I would
not like to think that 1 was what your
mother called me."
"Aie there then some men who aie better
than you?"sheaskedwithanalrof charming
"There are a few," said I. '"There aie
al.-.o those whose gieatest pleasure would
be yriur destruction."
"Would they cat me?"
"They would make but a mouthful of
"I do not believe it," said she, laugh
ingly. "How could they?"
"Do yoii mean to say, Miranda Roy,
that no one ever comes here; that I am
the first person who ever visited you in
"What a fcolish question to ask!" raid
she, sharply. "Look around you and tell
me how anyone would be able to get here."
I glanced about me, and in a moment had
to acknowledge to myself that the spat was
at all points inaccessible. Of course, If one
should be aware of the existence of it, l.e
might attain to it by some artificial aid,
as I had done that morning. Looking the
situation over again with more care, I
now came to the conclusion that this nar
row and green carpeted glade was not only
unattainable, but completely out of sight
and hidden from the outside world. The
wall of rock In the background, at a height
or sixty Teet or mare, sloped away rrom us
Tor twenty Teet at an angle of 45 degrees
and then wascre3ti'dwitiia forest or bpruce
antl hemlock; so that a person coming over
the hills anil through the woods would not
be able to approach the edge of the vertical
cliff. His line of vision would pass over
and beyond the opening, and he would sim
ply catch sight oJi:the tops of the ever
greens which bordered upon the sea. It
would be the same:jvth anyone approach
ing the spot frcmn either side. Owing to
the barrenness ami steepness of the imme
diately adjacent slopes he could not get
neucenoughto discoverJt3 existence A'ears
might pass away, nnd.lt would still rem-iln
unknowu and hlddcau There might he
houses, evca vill&ges.iJjAst beyond that for
est on the hiiltoi-vtise Inhabltants.were
and always would-remain Ignorant of this
picturesque and singular locality. It struck
me at tills momentthat I had not yet found
out where I was.- i
I described to ihen-how I had fallcu
asleep while in towr of the schooner, and
how It was that I nov found mye!f com
pletely out or my, reckoning. .
"Will you haver thenktudncss," said I, "to
tell me where lam t.theiprcsent moment?"
"This," she answered, "is the island of
Corvo." ,- .
"Corvo," I exclaimed. "There is no
such plnce, to my knowledge, within 100
miles of New York. You are certainly mis
'! am certainly not mistaken," said she
with decision. It is the island of Corvo, one
or IhcAzoros, latitude 40 and longitude
alwut 31, west."
This was toe much Tor me, anil I burst Into
laughter, but immediately aiwlogized to
"Child," said Tv "this is nonsense. Wc
are not rirry miles rrom the city of New
York, which, as you know, is two thousand
miles fiom the Azores Islands."
She tossed her head oKstinately, and
smiled Ironically at my ignorance.
"Then, the several astronomical obser
vations which I have taken at different
times, are entirely at fault, though they
allagrectoasmallfractloaof amlnute. As
to the city yon spokeof, I have never heard
or It; and ir It exists at all among these
islands, it uuist be quite a small hamlet."
I gasped with astonishment. Though
up, as it were, upon a descrtlsland.in her
manners and discourse and appearance,
she was the equal or any or licr sex. Though
in some things, she was as simple aud cred
ulous as a child, she yctspoke or taking as
ironomk'al observations, and of figuring
them out; showing by this that she had
a thorough knowledge of practical as
tronomy To cap thedinmx, she had never
heard orthecityot New York. WhriwasI
to make of her?
Leaving her side Tor a moment, I now
skirted Tor some distance the belt or
thicket which shut out my view of the
sea and then, forcing- my way through
it to the very edge of the clirr, I en
deavored to get a view of the surround
ings. The evergreens, however, over
hung the water so much that it was
with great dirriculty that I succeeded,
by bending the branches, in getting a
"very small opening Tor my observations.
There woh land lying opposite me, at a
distance of a row miles, and I noticed
buildings upon it, but the vista was so
circumscribed, that I could make out
nothing satisfactory. I therefore re
joined the girl, while proKsing to my
self to take a more accurate look later
in the day. '
"There is land 'over there," I remarked,
"and I noticed buildings upon it; but
whether It Is Tottenyille or Bergen Point
or Glen Island, r'cannot say."
"What a silly idea!" ."he exclaimed,
with an air of. annoyance. "The place
which you saw Isthp town of SantxCrnz,
which, as you know, is situated immedi
ately opposite us, on the island of Flprcs.
To show you that t am right, youshallsee
me take the altitude of the sun at noon
today, while an 'observation of the moon
this evening will givCj us the proper longi
tude. Meanwhile, .Reginald Bigelow, if
yon will step Injo'tjlie house with me, I
shall take pieas'ufen in preparing your
breakfast for you, apologizing beforehurid
for the small variety which the island
Breakfast, just then, was of more im
portance to me than the question or
whether I was upon the highlands of the
Nave-sink, the palisades of tlm Hudson, or
the island or Corvo. I therefore fol
lowed her without further discussion; at
the same kind wondering what kind of a
primitive meal she would set before, me.
As we moved toward the cottage. I ijo
ticed a "goat browsing upon the scanty
herbs, which grew upon a great conglom
eration of rocks that lay against the base
of the ctifr at the further end of thc'ilipu
tian valley. 1 ulsosaw a hammock swing
ing between two tall pines at the rfldt or
the house, and in the rear of it a iery
long pile or sawed firewood, corded up in
the most approved manner.
tpo.i eiitermg.ihe domicile I was struck
with the rcnifortaiul the elegancy of itt
arrangements. It was of but one story,
whlMi was divided, UP into several rparr
incnts; a dining-room, a living or bfcting-
room, a bedroom or two. the kitchen, and
a great store-room, rilled with barrels,
boxes, tliisr cans, jars and. bottles of gro
ceries and provisions, in quantity, as it
seemed to me, enough to last one person.
tor twenty years. The living roonw of the
house were bung with pictures, ornamented
with costly bric-a-brac, rilled with lux
urious movables, and carpeted with heavy
Eastern rugs. A light fowling-piece and
nome rishing rods and tackle were sus
pended upon biackets in the dining-room."
and in the drawing or sitting-room I no
ticed a hanging cabinet, which contained
the most singular assortment of books
which ever made up the library or a young
(To Be Concluded'.)
H. U, Runner in Hin Home.
Mr. Banners icligious training came to a
full stop early in life. His father, being of
the Episcopal faith, intended to tiain his
son to that belief. His mother was- or old
Puritanical New England stock and was a
strict Unitarian. She was a Tuckerman of
Boston. Naturally a discussion arose as to
which faith the boy should Inherit. The
father, being a sensible man, compromised
by proposing to leave the matter to the
son's own choice when he should have ar
rived at the age of discretion. The result
was that lie rejected both and formulated
one of his own. A very simple creed, in
deed, the Golden Rule, which lie considered
the very keystone of all religious architec
ture, and never man came neaier living up
to the very letter of his (aith than did the
subject of this sketch. Limited space pre
vents me giving a very definiteidea of Mr.
Bunner's attempts to relieve f.urfeiing hu
manity. This one instance wiil suffice to
explain some of Mr. Bunner's local charity
work. The local physician told the writer
that Mr. Buuncrmadethisrcquestten years
"Doctor, see to it that no man, woman or
child within the range of your practice
wants for attendance, medicine, food or
necessary clothing. ' Send all bills to me."
"Jlou may be sure," said thedoctor,call.s
have been frequent, but never wa sone of
these drafts dishonored. AHwerepromptly
paid upon piesentatiou. God bless his gen
I have mentioned that the door of this
happy home was ever open. And so it was
to all friends and neighbors. Likewise a
spacious sideboard, which was provisioned
Jike a ship Tor a Joug cruise with every sort
of cheering refreshment, including dgars,
pipes, tobaccos', eta And here you wereex
pectcd ro regale yourself in the absence -t
the host. There was but one stipulation.
Mr. Buuncr had developed the most decided
dislike for polities, and to prevent any men
tion of this subject he had written the fol
lowing lines and posted them in a con
J "To those who would inquietdwell
roiiucai nrawis are simply neii.
Smoke your pipe anddrinkyourdrink
But bear in mind your mouth can'tthink."
These lines arc from memory, so the
writer asks foigiveness if they are mis
quoted. There w.11 nothing tenibleaboutthlsgood
man's death. AH wasaspeacefulandcalm
as his dearest rriends could have wished. I
was called to his bedsldea rew hours berore
the end and listened to a few simple re
quests. And most rational they were. Mrs.
Banner waa arranging little ornaments
"alKHit the room when he called to her:
"Alice, am I alone?"
"Why, no, dear; I am here," she an
wered "Or er.uisc you are, darling.. "What a
silly question to ask."
An amused smile overspread his racethat
seemed to say:
"How could I askthatlorlngllttle woman
such a question?" The eyes slowly closed
as ir Tor quiet slumber.
lhiswasthecnd. San FranclscoCall.
ON A BUST OF GEN. GRANT.
Strong, simple, silent are the (stcadrast)
That sway this 11 nl verse, of none withstood.
Unconscious or man's outcries or applause,
Or what man deems his evil or his guwl;
And when the Fates ally them with a
That wallows in the sea-trough and seems
Drifting in danger of the reefs and sands
Of shallow counsels, this way, that way,
Strength, silence, simpleness, of these three
They twist the cable shall the world hold
To where its anchors clutch the bed-rock
of the past.
Strong, simple, silent, therefore such was he
Who helped us in our need; the eteruallaw
That who can saddle Opportunity
Is God's elect, though many a mortal flaw
May minish him in eyes that closely see,
Was verified in him; what need we say
Of one who made success where others
Who. with uollghtsave lhatof common day.
Struck hard, and still; struck ontillFortnne
But that (so sift the Norns)a desperate van
Ne'er fell atlast to one who was-not wholly
A face all prose where Time's (benignant)
Softens no raw edge, yet, nor makes all
Willi the beguiling light of vanished days;
Thfo is relentless granite, bleak and. bare,
Hough-hewn and scornful of aesthetic
Nothing is here for fancy, naught for
The Present's hard, uncompromising light
Accents all vulgar outlines, flaws and
1'et vindicates some pristine natural right
O'ertopping that hereditary grace
Which marks the gain or loss of sometlme-
So Marius looked, methinks, and Cromwell
Not in the purple born, to those they led
Nearer for that and costlier to the foe,
New molders of old forms, by nature bre-d
The cxnaustless lire of manhood's seeds
Let but the ploughshare of portentous
Strike deep enough, to reach them where
Despair and danger arc their fostering
And their best sun bursts from a stormy
He wa our man of men, nor would abate
The utmost due manhood could claim of
Nothing Ideal, a plain-people's man
At the first glance, a morb deliberate ken
Finds type primeval, theirs Ju whose veins
Such blood as quelled the dragon in his
Made harmless fields- and better worhls
Hp came grim-silent, saw aud did the
That was to do; in his master-grip
Our sword riashed joy; no skill or words
could breed' '
Such sure convictions as that close-clamped
He slew our dragon nor, so seemed it,
He had'done more than any simplest man
Yet did his-iuan, war-tempered, stem as
Where steel opposed, prove soft in civil
The hand, hilt-hardened had lost tact to
The world's base coin, and glozlng knaves
- made prey
OF him andof the entrusted. Commonweal;
So Truth insists and will not be denied.
We turn our eyes away, and so will Fame,
As if in his last battle he huddled
Victor to r us and spotless of all blame.
Doer of hopeless tasks which prater
One of thuse-still plain men that -io the 1
worm s rougn worvc.
Note. Tliis poem is the last, so fnrhs i3
known, written by-Mr. Lo well,. and h not
be-in finally revised. The words in pa
rentheses in the first and third; stansas
arc not his.
A RUNAWAY COUNTESS.
You nif.y think It queer thatl canuotglve
you the real names of the principal actornfn
the drama I am about to relate, but such is
the fact. Things were manageii so nicely
that no public scandal resulted, and as for
names we were only sailor men, and had
no business to Inquire or to know them.
What I heard and aw and paswd througu.
however,! can tell you all about and with
the lHjpe to interest you;
The Count D'Chamy, as 1 will call nim,
was an old man with a youug wife. That
his honor was safe in her hands he never
for an instant doubted, and she came and
went as she pleased. Aside rrom hbt sixty
years of lire he was gouty and dyspepUc,
and though he had millions or money :nd a
title, theiast was uos an offset tor thefiist.
Three or rour years afcer iier mariage the
countess, met an English gentleman whose
name I mustgive as Kane. He was as. line
looking a man as I ever saw, age about
thirty-five, and every word and action
showed the gentleman. It was said that be
had a mint or money, and from the ex
penses he met I am inclined to believe the
statement. For a year he lived in Pari3
in the most expensive manner and danced
attendance on the countess. Then they
agreed to elope together, and their plans
were carried out in the. coolest and most
buiiness-llke manner. Thecounccss went at
it to sell all the property in her own right,
and to get as much cash out of the count: as
shecould, and at the endof three months she
was ready for night and hadsomethingiike
a million dollars in money and jewelry to
take with her. Meanwhile Kane hadgoneto
England and purchased a large and hacd'
some schooner yacht and given out that he
was going on. a long pleasure cruise to the
Indian Ocean. He took a crew aboard and
brought up in the port of Cherbourg, and
there the schoonerwas provisioned andsome
alterations made to her cabins. She was
called the handsomest crart in the harbor,
and it needed only a glance at her finely
modeled Hues to tell that she could sail
like a witch.
One afternoon in June the master of the
Sylpb, as. the schooner was called, came
alKar with his wife and a lot of baggaue
tollowed. I do not think any man on the
schooner knew whether the owuerwa.s mar
ried or single, nor did any one question
that the lady he brought aboard was his
wire. Two hours after their arrival the
vessel sailed, and sl:e had been gone three
days when the Count D'Chamy turned up
at Cherbourg with three or four friends and
begau an investigation. Mr. Kane and
the countess had eloped together and had a
good start. Most husbands, especially old
and decrepit husbands, would have given
way to indignation for awhile and then
made up their minds to let the woman so,
but iiol to with theol i count. If she had run
away with a Frenchman it mlghthavebeen
different, butshj had gonewtthaa English
man, and he hated the English with althlj
heart. He didn'tblame thecountess, asshe
was young and giddy, but as for Kaue he
must be overtaken and shot down or run
through to satisfy a.husband's vengeance
The only way to overhaul the schoonerwas
tocharter another vessel, and this wasdone
as speedily as men could move.
Lying in the same harbor, with her caro
just discharged, was the American hark
Meteor, of which I was second mate. The
Meteor was one of the fastest crafts afloat
at the time, and the count's friends came
aboard and told the story of the elopement
and ..rrercil Capt. Black his own price if
he would charter.' The idea was to go in
pursuit or the Sylph, taking the count; and
hife friends along, and to cruise until we
found her. "We might be gone a- month or a
year. I don'C know the' piice paid, bu& it
was a steep one, and as soon as the terms
were settled wc set about-making teady.
Our complement of men was fourteen lill
told. Bj the count's orders we shipped a
crew of twenty-two. WtBlewc-weregettinj:
water and provisions aboard carpenters
were at work in the cabin, a gun was be
ing mounted on deck, and cutlas-.es and
muskets were brought aboard to arm tin
crew. In thiee days we were out to sea
and in the wake of the Sylph. The captain
of the schooner was the only man aboard of
her except the owner who knew that she
was bound to the Indian Ocean, and meet
ing with an old friend in portand takiug a
glass too much he had let out tile secret.
That was the way we came to know the
destination. It was a foolish idea in the
count to chase his wife under any circnm-'
stances, bnthere he was, an old man, lame,
ill, and had never even crossed the channel.
We were a small craft with a big- crew,
and ail hands were crowded, but the old
reilow was willing to sufrer any inconven
ience aud run any risks for the sake- of
overhauling the elopers. He had two friends
and a doctor with him, andit was his lavish
use of money which prepared, us for sea to
quickly. Theelopershad a rast era ft, plenty
or money and would not be overhauled if
they could helplt The count had plenty or
money, a craft equally as rast, and had
vowed to hunt them down if it took five
"ears. That was the way things stood as
we sailed out of the harbor.
"Bound Tor the Indian Ocean" meant a
great deal, and yet it meant nothing It
meant a r uuoC thousands or miles down the
coast around the Cape of Good Hope
Australia, India or a do-Jen other places.
and the wimls had been fair, she was at
leastv800 miles ahead. Our only hope of
getting on her track before reaching the
cape was in speaking vessels coming up
from the South. As wc were clear of the
land all sail was piled on to the bark,
with orders to furl nothing except to save
her sticks. For thirty-six hours we ran: lo
the south in a gale of wind which kept her
lee rail under the foam, and the run we
made has never yet been beaten by a
steamer. Then, we spokeour first ship, but
no schooner had been. seen. We got clown
to the Madeiras without getting wortPof
her, and after a race to the Canaries were
again disappointed. It was two days after
leaving: the latter group, and while liolding
for the Cape De Yerdes, that we got our
first news. It came from an English mait-of-war,
which had come upon the schooner
to the south of the cape while she was re
pairing damages received aloft during a
squall. She did not need assistance, and
her captain received the offer In a very
churlish manner. She was not boarded, but
her name was lccordedin the log-book aud
that was the way we got track or her. She
was still tour days ahead of us. But Tor
this information we should have tonched
at the islands to make inquiries and thus
lost another day. As it was we gave the
bark all the sail she could stagger under,
and twice rernsed to answer the Signals of
ships wishing- to speak to us Kaue would
not even suspect that the count was after
him, and having his lady love aboard and
seeing no cause for haste he would take
his time. So we reasoned, but there was
not much consolation in It. Wc might run
a parallel course with him for a week and
neithercraftsight theother. Wemigncpnsa
him by ia the night, or we might shorten
sail while he cracked on. Luck was. with
cs.however. One morning, when well down
the African coast, we spoke an English brig
which had passed the schooner the day be
fore and so, closely as to catch her name.
3he reported Kane driving along at an
easy pace, and then we felt that we must
overhaul him within a couple of days.
Just before sundown next day we caught
sight of a sail ahead of us which, we Ite
Hevcd to bo the schooner, and that night
none of our passengers- slept. You know
how excitable the French are. The count
and his friends spent the nightdrinking and
jabbering and walldng about, and before
midntghtl twas. known throughout the baric i
that they meant to sink the schooner rather I
tha a. let her get-away from us. "We. meant
togahiquher that riight.biitnottoo much
as it was dark and rainy and we feared to
overrun her. Men were oa watch, alow and
aloft all night, and when morning como
the Sylph was dead ahead and only two
miles away. It had been planned that we
would speak to her and give oat that our
chronometer was ont of order. If she lay
to the captain would board her with three
or four men and seek to detain her until
the count could follow. "We signalled the
schooner as soon as we could make her oar,
but she gave us no attention. As we ap
proached her she took the alarm and made
inure sail, and then began the real ad
venture. -With a man like the count to
back him our captain did not hesitate to
open rire on the other craft, and she was
struck twice before she got out or range
The count was on-deck and fair to he
Been, and on our side we plainly saw Kane
and the countess aboard of the schooner.
If the latter had been armed there Would
have been a pretty fight, but she didn't
even have muskets for the men. Her game
was flight instead of fight, and by and by
she gained a position about two miles
ahead of us and kept it. N two crafts -ould
be more evenly matched. Bjth were racers,
and both cariicd about the same amount of
sail. From 7 o'clock in the morning anril
night closed down each craftheldits own,
neither losing nor gaiuing by a hundred
reet. We knew that she would seek to es
cape us during-the night, and but rew mvn
slept. Three different times the schooner
altered her course, but we detected the
game each time and hung to her trail.
When morning came we Iia.I gained half
a mile, but before 7 o'clock she had picked
up her lost distance and run up the English
flag in defiance.
That was the beginning or a race which
had its end weeks later at a point; thous
and or miles away. When sailing close
hauled the schoonerhad the heelsor us, but
we could beat her on any other wind.
While we never came within gun shot of
her again until the last day, we followed
her around the cape up the Mozambique
Channel, anil finally found her waiting for
usoff oneor the Comoro Islands. We had
gales and high winds we had beautlftsl
moonlight nights and beastly dark cits.
But for Kane's defiance of the count v-e
could not have kept the trail as we did.
In those long weeks he could have evaded
ns a dozen times over, but- he had nailed
his flag to the mast, as it were. He gave
orders to set the schooner's course and
keep it, aad to pay no attention to us, and
if we lost him in squall or tog or the dark
ness of night we knew where to find him
again. Wc passed th? cap eoaly ten miles be
bindhim, wesailedup theMadagascarcoast
in his wake; we knew when night closed
in that we should find him on the morrow.
The- Count D'Charny got sick and got well
again. He had rurious moods and weeping
moods. One day he would torglve hi.s
wife and the next he would be impatient
to take her life. He never faltered In his
intention to kill the Englishman, however
That was what he lived for and what held
him (up. One morning we found the
schooner lying to, as I have said, and on
nearhig her her captain boarded us in a
boat and sought out the connt and said:
"The countess is aboard of the schooner;
you have followed us for week. If you
wish for satisfaction yon have only to row
ashore and Mr. Kane will give it to you "
The count and his friends jumped at the
chance, taking both pistols and swords.
I was ordered to take charge of the boat
which set them ashore. The count was at
first inclined to rush upon the Englishman
and Jn'll him outof hand, but he was re
strained, juid prettysoon a duel with pistols
was arranged. AsKane had no second one
of the Frenchmen gallantly off cred to act
ast.such. The ground was paced off in full
view of the people qn.both. crafts, and one
couldn't heip admiring JCane for his cool
ness and gentlemanly bearing He had no
taunts no hard words. A good-natured
smile rested on his face, and he was as
calm as if getting ready tor a game of
billiards. The countess was the only ono
on shipboard who didn't watch matters By
and by the two men took their places, 'tho
word was given and they fired together
The count was unhurt, but his bullet pene
trated Kane's heart, and the Englishman
wasdead before he reached thegroond. We
barfed him on the Island that afternoon and
did it decently, and at sundown the count
went aboard the Sylph and both craft laid
a coursefor home. It was. said that the er
ring wife was- forgiven, and that she ex
pressed all proper humility ami returned
to Paris to live with her husband, but I con
not vouch for this. I only rcruemler that
there was no public scandal, and that every
sailor was paid for keeping quiet and had
nothing to say. Kane's body was after
wards taken to England by his relatives,
and they, at least, must have been among
the outsiders who knew more or less of the
affair. CHARLES B. LEWIS.
Mr. Foster's VolunbleSouveuirs.
No city in the country boasts so mauy
homes rich in historical associations and
filled with treasures that link them wth
interesting events- ot niaity other la nets
as Washington. Yet, even in a city so
noted for this characteristic, theie are a
few rooms that stand out prominently.
The music-room in the residence of John
W. Foster, former Secretary ot State,
former ambassador extraordinary to many
countries, and now the only profes.sion.-tI
diplomat or the United States, contains
more souvenirsor great international events
tliaa any other room la the city.
It is a Leautirul room in itscir, but rew
pay much attention to this in the absorWng
interest ot the collection which has come
totheVosterschiefiy asgif tsfroni the many
notable people whom they have entertained
or met abroad. Mrs. Foster was tho
first English-speaking woman to be enter
tained in a Pefcin official's residence
It was in the home of a former Chinese
minister to this country. The laie.st addi
tion to the contents of the music-room
is the direct result of that dinner. Mrs.
Foster noticed that her host had a hand
some French dinner service, but that the
small silverware was of a most miscella
neous assortment. Last Christinas the
Fosters sent to that host a chest of small
silver, such as rigure in bridal gifts
The Pekin gentleman was -proud, and
Pekin. gentlemen never rail to go all gift
givers several better. Mrs. Foster was
slightly perturbed to receive a note from
Pekin. that a silver incense burner valued at
150 taels had beea sent to .her in return.
She figured out that it woulclco.it her abo-it
$49 la customs duties. To- cap the climax
came a draft to cover customs charges.
" You never can get ahead of the Chinese
in gifts," said Mrs. Foster us she sur
veyed the 'draft
But the incense burner is 50 magnificent
that it adorns the music-room, only on oc
casions. There is in addition a strange old desk
from Mexico on which was signed the
marriage contract of a lovely Indian girl
and a famous character in Mexican his
tory. New York World.
Wendell Phillips and. the Minlstor.
A story about Wendell Phillips is as fol
lows: He wasoa a train going through Ohio.
Some Southern pro-slavery preachers wero
aboard. They had heard ot Phillips and hLs
great oratorical ability, and learning that
he was on the train walked through thecar
to" see him. Finally one made bold to sit
beside him and speak thus:
"So you arc "Wendell Phillips, arc you?'
"Engaged in making anti-davery
"Well, why don't yon go Sonth. where
they have slavery, to make your speeches?"
Phillips looked at hLs Interrogator antl
said: "Yon are a minister of the Gospel?"
"Engaged ia saving soula fioru hell?'r
"Well, why don't you go to hell to do
your, preaching.?" New York. Press.
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