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.3USAN HAY'S LESSON.
J|-womanhood,
ELF-WILLED and
ill-tempered! I'm
much obliged to
you for your good
opinion of me, Mr.
Arkright,"
If anything could
have made Susan
Ray's pretty face
positively ugly, it
would have been
the look and tone
-which accompanied these words. The
=Bmall red lips had a most unbecoming
pout, the deep violet eyes an angry
and scornful flash, while the delicately,
pencilled brows were drawn so closely
together, that their arches almost m+U
The individual addressed, to all appear
ance, took this outburst very coolly,
'though inwardly very much annoyed.
"You need feel under no particular
vobligations to me," he said, quietly,
without raising his eyes from the book,
-whose leaves he was turning with no
very definite idea of their meaning.
"It is my candid opinion, I am very
sorry to say."
"Indeed! Miss Agnes Ward is not
'ill-tempered in the least, I suppose?"
"Miss Agnes Ward is what you can
ibe, when you choosea very amiable
young lady."
"Why don't you ask her to marry
you? I should think you would, she is
such a paragon of perfection'"
"Because I don't love her, and I do
love somebody else."
"That somebody else ought to feel
very much flattered. But if you mean
me, let me tell you that the sooner you
transfer your affections to her, or some
other lady, the better I shall be suited."
"You don't mean what you say,
Susan."
"Yes, I do mean what I say," replied
the young lady, her cheeks growing
very red. "And what is more, I am
convinced we are not suited to each
other, and that it is best that we part."
Mr. Arkright arose. He had turned
-slightly pale, and there was a grave
look in his eyes, and a quiet expression
of the lips, full of significance in one
habitually so calm and self-controlled.
He deliberately buttoned up his coat
and drew on his gloves. Then taking
up his hat, he said:
"You will be sorry for what you have
said, bye-and-bye," and left the house.
Frank Ray, Susan's brother, had
been sitting upon the piazza, during
this conversation, and the windows be
ing open, had heard enough to under
stand its import, and if he had not,
Mr. Arkright's grave, absent look, as'
he passed him, would have given him
an inkling of the truth.
Entering the hall, he pushed open the
door of the room where his sister was
sitting, in an as thoroughly uncomfort
able a state of mind as one could pos
sibly conceive.
"You'll lose John, if you are not care
ful, Sue," he said, after looking at her
moment without speaking.
"I wish you wouldn't meddle with my
affairs, Frank," retorted Susan, petu
.lantly. "It would be no great ioss, if
I should."
"You wouldn't care, I suppose, if he
should enlist, as Bert, Laura Dean's
fcethrothed, has?"
The memory of Laura's pale, sad face
rose up before her, and she looked a
3ittle startled.
"Enlist? He has no thought of en
listing. All his brothers are in the
army, and he wouldn't be likely to
leave his mother all alone. Besides,
the quota is made up."
"I know that, but now that they are
on the point of starting, two or three
of them would be glad to get a sub
stitute. Wyllis Burt would, I know
for he told me so."
Frank turned carelessly away as he
said this, but his words had aroused
an unpleasant train of thought in
Susan's mind, which she strove vainly
to dispel.
"Nonsense!" she said to herself
"Frank is trying to tease me. He
knows better. I wish I hadn't said
what I did, but John is so provoking.
If he would only get angry like other
people, and not sit there so cool ard
-calm, and say such disagreeable things.
11 wish he wasn't so perfect himself, or
didn't expect me to be. One don't like
to be always in the wrong."
The hearts of John and Susan were
drawn together by a strong bond of
mutual sympathy and affection, and
*hey both possessed many excellent
-qualities, yet scarcely a week passed
^without some such scene as the "above
though Susan had never allowed her
self to speak such bitter words before,
and never had John parted from her in
euch an ungracious manner.
Truth compels us to acknowledge
that Susan was the one at fault. To
gether with a warm, loving heart, she
had a quick, impulsive temper, which
often betrayed her into language which
,*he afterwards deeply regretted. The
only daughter among a host of sons,
an amount of petting was lavished up
on her by both parents and brothers,
that would have completely spoiled a
p^ less kind and ingenuous disposition,
'and possessing unusual personal
'/iceauty, when she reached the age of
she drew around her a
circle of admirers, who would *have
m^ fain persuaded her that her very faults
-were virtues.
2. Yet she showed her inherent good
Wj*ense, by passing them all by for honest
S John Arkright, who,* though he took
her to his generous heart, as a most
dear and precious gift, loving her as
only such strong natures can love, not
only saw that she had failings, but
would have felt that he was false to
the trust reposed in him, had he not
done his best to make her conscious of
them also. jt,
Yet If Susan was most to blame, it
is also true that John did not always
make due allowance, either for her im-
JpuUlYe temperament, so different from
his own, or her youth, for she was six
years younger than himself. Neither
were his admonitions always well
timed, and though kindly meant, they
sounded harshly to the ears accustomed
to the language of affectionate ap
proval.
i "He said I should be sorry I won
der what he meant?" was Susan's in
ward inquiry,, many times during the
long afternoon, which seemed as though
it would never end. At last, weary
with combating the troubled, self-re
proachful thoughts, that she could not
altogether silence, she threw down her
work, and sinking back upon the wide,
easy lounge upon which she was sit
ting, fell asleep.
Her dreams took the coloring of \er
thoughts. She thought she was upon
a vast, extended plain, red with blood,
and covered with heaps of the slain.
The fierce clash of arms and the shock
of battle had given place to the groans
of the wounded and the dying. With
trembling steps she moved here and
there,, seeking, yet dreading to find the
form that had not been absent one mq
ment from her thoughts during all
these terrible hours of suspense. At
last she found him, with stiffened
limbs, pale lip and ashy cheek, his blue,
sightless eyes turned up to the murky
heavens. "The forehead of her upright one, and
just,
Tired by the hoof of battle to the dust."
The sharp cry of agony with which
she threw herself upon the dead body
of her lover aroused her. She raised
up her head, and looked bewildered up
on the familiar objects around her.
"Thank God, it was only a dream,"
she said, with a sigh of relief.
She went out upon the piazza to get
rid of the heaviness and lassitude that
oppressed her. The sun was down, but
the clouds upon the western horizon
were tinged with crimson and gold.
John had promised to walk out with
her in the cool of the evening. Had
he forgotten it? Or was he still angry
with her?
As these questions passed through
her mind, she heard the outside gate
JOHN ARKRIGHT HAS TAKEN HIS
PLACE,
open, and turned her eyes eagerly
toward the path that led to it. But
it was only her little brother Arthur.
He came running up the walk, nearly
breathless with haste and excitement.
"O, Susan," he exclaimed, as soon as
he observed her, "the seventh regiment
is going to start in the morning, and
the Ashland band will be here, and the
firemen are coming out! And only
think! Wyllis Burt isn't going, after
all. John Arkright has taken his place,
and"
But Susan was gone. With a face
from which every vestige of color had
fled, she reached her own room. So he
was going, she said to herself, and she
was the cause of it. If he had decided
that it was his duty to go, it would
not have seemed half so terrible.
She thought of the strength and no
bility of his nature, the tenderness of
his heart. Never had he seemed so
dear to her. Never had she realized
how much, or in how many ways she
should miss him. She recalled her
dream, and felt that it was a prophecy,
that she had seen him upon the field of
battle, as he would lay ere long.
"And he was going without bidding
her good-bye. She could not have it
so. She must see him!"
As she said this she arose, and tying
on her hat, and covering her light mus
lin dress with a large, dark mantle,
stole out of the house. She passed
rapidly along the nearly deserted
streets, until she came to the pleasant
little cottage where John lived with his
widowed mother. She had never been
inside of it, but had often looked at it
admiringly, as it stood embowered in
fruit and shade trees, rose-bushes and
clustering vines, and never before with
out thinking that sometime it was to be
her home as well as his.
She mounted the steps, and rang the
bell. Mrs. Arkright came to the door.
Susan almost dreaded to look into her
face, feeling that she might justly re
proach her with being the cause of the
loss she was about to sustain, the sup
port and championship of her only
child. But to her relief her counte
nance wore the same kind and placid
look that was its prevailing expression,
though she seemed somewhat surprised
at her unexpected appearance.
4
"Is John in?" inquired Susan, falter
ingly.
"Yes. He complained of a headache,
and has been at home nearly all the
afternoon. Come into the parlor, and
I'll epeak to him."
Susan rose to her feet as she heard
the sound of that step along the hall,
and a moment later the door opened
and John entered. The cold, stern look
faded from his lip and brow as he
looked upon her pale, agitated counte
nance. &kM* i&&
"What has happened, Susan?" he in
quired, in a tone of concern.
"O, John!" exclaimed Susan, 'as
though you did not know, and that It
was the worst thing that could happen
Not that I mean to reproach you, Zo?
know it is all my fault!
"It may seem unmaldenly in me tc
come here unasked," sne continued
raising her head from his should sr
"but I felt as if I could not let you go
away without telling you how sorry
how very sorry I am for what I said tc
you this morning. That wherever you
go you will take my heart with jou
That if you are killed, I shall not care
to live!" r]i 4%Xf^M
Here her head again dropped upon
his shoulder. The expression upon
John's countenance as he looked upon
the weeping girl was singularly con
flicting the eyes had a world of IOVC
and sympathy in them, while a hali
pleased, half roguish smile lingered
around the mouth.
"So you really love me a little?" h
said, making a vain effort to lift hei
forehead from his shoulder, so he could
look into her eyes.
"I love you very much, John. I nev
er knew how much until now," she re
plied, still keeping her face hid from
him
"And you don't want me to propose
to Miss Ward?"
"O, John, please don't allude to tliost
foolish words," said Susan, such a
tone of distress, that John was in
stantly sobered.
"Well, I won't again,-"
he said, in a
very different tone. "But, Susan, when
and how did you hear that I was going
away?"
Susan told him.
"And did, it never occur to you thai
I have a cousin with that name?"
Susan started, her eyes flashing wiifc
surprise and joy.
"Is it your cousin who is going9'
she exclaimed.
"It isn't I," said John, smiling
"0, John, I am so glad. It seems as
if I was never half so happy before'"
"I, too, am very happy, Susan. Shall
I tell you why this mistake has made
me happy'" said John, looking down
earnestly into the eyes that were lifted
to his.
Susan guessed something of his
meaning, for the lashes, still wet with
tears, drooped, until they rested upor
the flushed cheeks.
"It is because I was beginning tc
doubt, not my love for you, but your*
for me. Because I was beginning to die
trust my ability to make you as happj
as I should wish my wife to "be. Dc
you understand why, Susan?"
"I understand, John. And I will trj
never to give you reason to entertain
any such fears again."
John kissed the sweet lips that spolw
these gentle words.
"Dear Susan," he said, "you have
such a kind, loving heart, and such an
earnest desire to do right, that I air
sure you will succeed and as for me
I feel that I never fully understooc
yoM until now, and will, God helpnif
me, be more patient with you than, 1
have been." And they both kept then
word.
Dear reader, a word in your ear. AH
lovers' quarrels do not terminate sc
happily If you have won the love ol
a true and faithful heart, try it not toe
far. As the constant dropping of wat
er will wear the hardest stone, so wil
frequent altercations, though followec
by reconciliation^ weaken the -strong
est affection, often planting in its steac
indifference, if not positive aversion.
Incorrigible Dr. Johnson.
A literary lady once expressed to Dr
Johnson her approval of his dictionary
and particularly her satisfaction it
finding that he had not admitted ans
improper words.
"No, madam," replied the incorrigi
ble Johnson, "I hope I have not soilec
my fingers. I find, however, that yoj
have been looking for them."
beetle Bit Touchy.
In Norfolk, Va., a rich man built i
home for aged persons. After he hao
spent $75,000 he found that in the whph
community there were not ten worthj
persons willing to enter it.
MEN AND WOMEN.
Sir Arthur Sullivan as a boy was on
of the members of the choir of the
Chapel Royal, St. James'.
Postmaster General Wilson is said tc
have received an offer of the presidency
of a western college and may accept it
when he leaves the cabinet.
Mrs. Ellen Spencer Mussey, who is
making a reputation as a lawyer in
Washington, is the widow of the late
Gen. R. D. Mussey, who made a credita
ble record in the civil war!
Prince Bismarck is to have another
statue. This time it is at Leipsic. The
city has commissioned Sculptor Leh
nert to execute it, and the municipality
has selected a site near the park.
The remarkable tour of Li Hung
Chang, who is undoubtedly the greatest
living Oriental, will result in an im
mense forward movement on the part
of the Chinese toward civilization and
consequently toward Christianity.
Miss Daisy Barbee, of Atchison, Kas.,
was graduated last week with the high
est honors from the law department oi
Washington University, at St. Louis,
having captured the thesis prize over
thirty-eight competitors she was the
only woman in the class. JlVf**
A search is to be made at "the ancient
church of St. Mary, in Gravesend, En
gland, for the remains of Pocahontas
(Mrs. Thomas Rolfe), which are sup
posed to lie there and not in the church
where the tablet is to be erected. A
movement is on foot to erect a monu
ment to her at the place of her death.
Justice Field is beginning his thirty
fourth year as a member of the United
States Supreme Court. His great age
and Ms long service on the bench have
led many to believe that he intends to
withdraw from active duty. But th,
San Francisco Argonaut says Justice
1JI*W t*MtoMte ot^ilfnin*
i
**&i
A VENEZUELAN
REVOLUTION,
"Did I see* any fighting" in Venez-
uela?" responded my brother, who had
just returned from there, and about
whose safety we had been very anx
ious during the last political revolu
tion in the country of political unrest.
"Well, of a sort, I saw plenty. It
was fighting, but not war, as you
would construe the term in the Forty
second. If I could have had a hand
ful of your men with me I'd have
made sonie of those Venezuelans sit
up."
I looked at his strong, upright form,
broad shouldered" and muscular, with
a sigh of regret. He would have been
as fine a soldier as any in the British
army. His whole heart and soul were
in soldiering, not for the amusements
attached" to the life, but purely from
the love of it as a profession.
Unfortunately, however, at the time
when he had to pass his competitive
xamination he failed in some subjects
"Which I must own seemed very imma
terial to the making of a good officer.
I, who am less fitted than he, ob
tained my commission through a bet
ter knowledge of the art of spelling,
Bind being more closely acquainted
with the historical phases through
which my country has passed in years
tone by.
My brother being rejected as a ser
vant in arms of the queen, followed
With a Loud Cry I Dashed Forward,
Yelling: the Charge
the example of many others^ and trav
eled.
America, both North and South, had
the greatest fascination for him, and
he happened to be' up the country
when one of the so-called revolutions
broke out.
"Tell me about it," I said, as we set
tled down to smoke over the fire after
dinner.
He watched the feathery blue rings
rise in the air and vanish, placed his
feet on the fender, and looked stead
fastly at the crimson glow.
I fancied from his expression that he
was recalling something unpleasant.
I waited in silence for him to begin.
"I had been traveling, as you know,"
he said at last, "through many of the
South American states, and had a very
good knowledge of Spanish. I met
with a fair amount of adventure, but
not until* I reached one of the small
towns in the interior of Venezuela did
I take up arms. While staying there
I came across some English miners, a
class you find all over the world.
There was plenty of good sport, and
I got to know some of the most influ
ential inhabitants. They are supposed
to hate the English, which they do col
lectively, but their appreciation of the
race is shown by their anxiety to get
them to join any one party a scrim
mage with another.
"They know an Englishman can be
relied upon, whereas their own leaders
cannot, though at times they will fight
like demons. The people of the dis
trict were suspected, and rightly, of
organizing a rising against the govern
ment. So the latter thought it best to
take the job off their hands, and send
a force to quell the idea. On hearing
this a call to arms was made, and, to
my surprise, a deputation waited upon
me to request me to lend my services
and take a prominent position in the
little army."
"That just suited you," I exclaimed.
"Yes. The opporturity of getting
some experience of real fighting was
too much for me, and I consented."
"It didn't run to uniforms, but oth
erwise the equipment of our force was
good.
"Drilling commenced, and in a few
days we were able to move our body
of men about in quite a respectable
fashion. Intelligence soon came that
the invading forces were at hand.
"A river divided them from us, along
the banks of which I set out with a
reconnoitering party. From observa
tion and intelligence I discovered they
did not exceed us in numbers, though
no doubt they were far more efficient
in the art of war. They encamped near
the river, with the evident intention
of bridging and crossing it. There was
one thing to do, and one only, to my
Hastily (Replacing: the Candles on
the Nails I Crept In
mind. Attack them! The blow would
be so thoroughly unexpected that suc
cess seemed to be certain. I pro
pounded my views, which were well
received, and I.was asked tp sarry out
the attack.
"I knew the country fairly well, and
arranged for the greater part of my
force to cross at a ford some way
above, and work round under cover of
the dark.
"I determined to cross with them,
baring selected a picked body of a
hundred strong, and taken a position
under cover of the river bank.
"At daybreak our enemies would at
tack, when I hoped, with my men, to
msh tha r-amu. All went well, as we
i jia
took up our* position unobserved,
everything was quiet and orderly."
As the first streak of dawn appeared
I hurriedly inspected my company,
who were apparently ready for the
fray, and nicely hidden from observa
tion.
"As the first shot rang out on the
still morning air, followed quickly by
a. volley, my little band rose In ac
cordance with my directions, they
started at a small trot, without firing
until they got to close quarters.
"Half of the ground had been trav
ersed when a deadly tire from the
camp poured into us, which we readily
replied to.
."The bullets, however, kept whizzing
in, and I felt suddenly that there was
hesitation in my hand.
"With a loud cry I dashed forward,
yelling the charge, and rushing fran
tically onto the camp. But I had not
reckoned on a heavy intrenchment
which, however, I cleared, only to be
seized immediately on my headlong
fall on the other side!
"I looked around for my men.
"Not one to be seen.
"The firing ceased. They had all
boltedright enough, too, smce I had
attacked an almost impregnable posi
tion My men saw this long enough
before my fatal leap, and also the rest
of the army on the other side.
"The damage done to the foe was
slight, but, unfortunately for me, their
leader was shot.
"This incensed the soldiers beyond
measure, as they surveyed their cap
tivea hated Englishman!
"The whole affair was laid at my
door, and they clamored loudly for my
life. But the officer in charge placed
me under arrest, saying he would at
tend to my case when the woik of the
day was over.
"There was a brick building in the
camp with two rooms, belonging to
some farmer, in one of which I was
placed under strong guard.
"During the day the rebellion was
quelled, and towards evening I was
tried, and, no doubt was rightly sen
tenced to be shot at daybreak.
"The officers, on the whole, behaved
very well to me, ordering me to be
supplied with food, coffee and cigar
ettes.
"Gradually I begun to realize the
hopeless situation, seeing only too
clearly my folly in taking up the cause,
the merits of which I knew so little.
Yet, even with the sentence of death
hanging over me, the most depressing
thought of all was the fact that I had
made such a foolish mess of my mili
tary tactics.
"I ought not to have assumed such
a position, and felt my conceit almost
deserved the fate awaiting me. I re
ally experienced at first some slight
comfort in the fact that I was going
to be put out of the world At least I
should be saved the derision and eon
tempt of the men whom I had led into
such a mad enterprise.
"I looked round my prison with a
dull sensation of apathy at my heart.
Escape through the windows seemed
easy enough, but I knew too well what
my reception would be without, for I
could hear the steady tramp of senti
nels. Even now in my dreams the reg
ular fall of those feet outside of my
prison walls will wake me with a
shudder.
"The thought of approaching death
momentarily shaped itself more viv
idly in my mind. I tried to prepare
With One Mighty Effort I Dashed
Up the Iiid, Shrieking: Wildly.
for my end, but only the thought of
that fatal leap and my ridiculous ex
pedition rose to taunt me. There was
no consolation, no hope!"
PART II
"Sounds$rih the adjoining room at
tracted my attention," continued my
brother. "It was carpentering. I listen
ed curiously.
"When my coffee was brought in I
asked what was going on.
"The soldier, who wes very coinmui
cative, told me they were putting the
dead officer in a coffin, and a sthe cus
tom is in hot climates, he would be
buried that night
"When again left alone I looked at
my coffee, but did not drink it. Though
at first I felt coniforted at the idea of
death, I found myself clinging desper
ately to deai* life with a wild longing.
"What if I tried the Monte Cristo
plan? But how would that save me?
Better be shot than buried alive.
"All was still. 1 felt my body trem
ble and my pulses quicken.
"I crept stealthily across the room,
and, stooping down, placed my ear to
tne door. Not a word withinonly
grim death reigned in that silent cham
ber. I pushed the door open and look
ed through.
"There stood the coffin in solid state,
one or two forlorn looking candles
spluttering upon it, dimly lighting the
bare walls, throwing queer shadows
around. On the floor lay some carpen
ter's tools.
"A sudden thought flashed through
my brain, one of daring possibilities.
It seemed to brace me, and then intox
icate my mind, deadening fear and
awakening my crushed hopes.
"I placed my hand to my head, and
staggered back against the door, for
the room whirled round, and I seemed
to discern the outlines of the coffin
through a dense mist,
"Pulling myself together, I crept
softly forward and knelt down by the
wooden box. What if this strange in
spiration, this one last shot failed!
"I would not harbor the question,
but forced it back, as with eager fin
gers I Imscrewed the coffin lid. I
raised it gently, without a sound, and
the livid face of the poor dead cap
tain stared into mine.
"To-morrow, if I could not save my
self, I should be even as this lifeless
clay, lying cold and stiff under the de
stroying volley.
"The haunting fear of the Eternal
Unknown spurred me on to action. I
was so full of life and activity I could
not die without a struggle. The sight
of the corpse had a great effect upon
me. The nijstery of death was tor
ture to my racking brain. Reverently
but quickly I grasped the body ',n my
arms, and, lifting it from the rude,
shell, bore my ghastly burden to the
adjoining room, where I laid under 1
the blanket that had been given me
"Then I returned and commenced
operations, every moment fearing to
be overheard.
"I took the candles oft the nails in
which they were stuck, and, turning
over the coffin lid, fastened in several
long screws, being careful they did not
come through. Then tying some stimgs sff
round them I made a handle, about i^
where my bands would be lying with
in. It only took a few minutes to fill
up the old screw holes with tallow
and rub the tops with dust, to make
Escape Through the Windows
Seemed Easy Enough, But
a very fair resemblance to the heads
of the screws, which had gone. Hasti
ly repacing the candles on the nails
and the lid over the lower portion of
the coflin, I crept in, and with my
string handles drew it over me, hold
ing it down firmly.
"My first feeling was one of suffoca
tion, so unbearable that my scheme al
ready seemed impossible. 'Should I
have time to make an air-hole.'' I
thought, 'and would seemed easy
enough, but would it be safe if I did?"
I resolved to try, and pushing my lid
down, reached a large gimlet, with
which I bored some holes at the sidf.
"A tramping of feet, and I dropped
the tool, drawing the lid to its proper
place.
"As the door latch turned my heart
beat violently. Had they^seen it move?*
"With all my nii^nt clang to the
lid, the muscles of my arms swelling,
my teeth clenched, my breath coming
quick and fast.
"That was the most agonizing mo
ment of my life, as I waited in dread
suspense, all the vitality my veins
frozen with horror.
"The sound of a low, monotonous1
voice broke on my ear. The words
brought the reality of my awful po
sition vividly before me. The priest
was blessing this mockery of death!
As he ceased, the soldiers went to the
door of the adjoining room. Would
they discover the exchange? I heard
it open and shut again they were
evidently satisfied I was asleep under
my blanket. The coffin was raised I
still clung to the lid, fearing it would
slip, but my grasp was so tignt lhat
the only risk was in the string break
ing.
"My feeling can be imagined as they
carried me out on their shoulders,
these strong men who were prepared
to shoot me down like a dog at daj
break.
"I knew only too well what a wild
plan I was pursumghow mad this it
teinpt to save myself would ha\e
seemed at any other time. But des
peration and acute emergency will
drive one to any lengths, and I had
seen so much of the superstition ofi
these people.
"So I clung to my wretched thread of
hope, and prayed as I never did he
fore! I did not know where I was be
ing taken, but judging from the time
it was out of the camp.
"The formula of this military night
funeral was familiar to me. 1 should
be set down at the side of the grave
on the ropes that would lift and lower
me, while the priest sprinkled some
more holy water. Then the firing party
would fire and the earth be shoveled
in,
"Before the steady march ceased I
raised my lid slightly to get a guod
breatB of fresh air. Then an ibruot
halt, and I was deposited with rather
jerky motions on the ground.
"The crucial moment had arrivad
when a dash for freedom, life and air
should save or end my existence! My
last chance, a final entreaty to the
powers above, a bracing of the nerves,
resolution and then
"I gripped my string bandies tignter*
and with one mighty effort dashed rp
the lid, shrieking wildly in Spamsn:
'Io soy espritu del su jefe, Escario!' (I
am the spirit of your leader, Escario).
"The lid struck the men violently
soldiers as they were, for whom bul
soldires as they were, for whom bul
lets had no terror, they started back
cowering and white, consumed with,
superstitious dread at this weird resj
urrection.
"Whether they believed indeed I was
their fallen chief, or a devil bursting
from bonds, I know not, for in the
twinkling of an eye I was away under
cover of the night. Before they had
time to consider, the phantom vanish
ed, seizing the opportunity of a momen
tary panic.
"Thank heaven that there were no
stars or moon, and if ever a man ran
like the wind, I did that night."
"Dick," I cried, springing up and lay-'
ing my hand on his shoulder, "Id^
man, I congratulate you." ,-^fJ
"Well, it was a near shave, certain-4
ly. But fortune favored me, and com
ing across some friendly miners, 1 lay
perdu awhile, disguised as one of them.
Eventually, as my presenee proves, I
got away, and I do not think that cor
ner of the globe will ^jver see my face
again.?Pittsburg Dispatch.
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