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CHAPTER XIII (COKTNRUKJ.)
Haying no money at one time, I was
[compelled to make a longer stay than
1 Intended at a new gold-field, where
I fell in with a mate after my own
mind. We sunk a shaft, and got more
Cold than I had ever possessed my
share of a fortnight's work was two
hundred and seventy ounces. I didn't
like to keep so much gold about me,
nor did my mate, so we gave it into
the charge of a man named Richard
Falrley, who had opened a deposit
bank. My mate took the gold to him,
and brought back the receipt. I- never
"let eyes on the r^n. He didn't act
fairly to us,- for fine morning he
made himself scarce, and I and my
mate, and a lot of others, had to whis
tle for our gold—and then it didn't
come. We vowed Death to him if he
ever crossed our path and I got a
description of him from my mate a
short, thin scoundrel, with iron-gray
hair on his face, hanging almost from
his eyes—to hide his villainy I sug
gested. However, we got more gold,
and I saved over a hundred ounces,
which I was not fool enough this time
to part with.
Well, we had pretty nigh worked
out this claim, when I had a dream—
not of my wife and child no, of my
old mother. It seemed to me that she
was dying before my eyes, and when
I woke, and found, thank God! that I
bad been dreaming, the last sound I
heard from her poor old lips, "Oh,
Amos, my son, my son!" came to me
'With mournful significance. She had
been a good mother to me, and I had
but ill repaid her by leaving hier in
tier old age with no provision (as I now
remembered for the first time, God
torgive me), after these many years.
I awoke in the dark, ,and I lay awake
thinking until the sun rose and in the
•darkness of that night I saw my duly
clear before me. I resolved to go home,
make the old woman comfortable {all
tny unjust and bitter feelings toward
her had melted away), and then come
back again, if necessary, and renew
my search. You may say that I might
have sent money home, and that that
would have answered the purpose. So
I might have done but I thought that
by going home I might perchance hear
mews of my wife and child. I had not
^written a line to my mother all these
'long years. Not that she could have
^^ead it, but she would have got a neigh
-bor to read it for her and it occurred
p. to me all of a sudden that in my haste
f: and hot-headedness I had neglected,
the chance that might have restored to
my arms those who were so precious
me.
I astonished my mate in the morn
1ng when I told him I was going home.
No inducement that he could offer was
-strong enough to hold me back, and'
that very day I was on my road to Mel
bourne, with my gold in a belt, buckled
'.round my waist When I reached Mel
l- bourne I was in no difficulty about a
I ship. Hobson's Bay was. full of home
Js ward-bound craft, and after running
my eyes over the names, I selected The
'^Rising Sun, a twelve-hundred-ton clip
per, then lying off Sandridge, and to
sail in a few days. How often have I
thought that a special destiny must
liave led me to select that ship out of
the large number that were advertised
for London! I don't believe, as some
jfl* believe, that our lives are ruled by
«hance.
CHAPTER XIV.
HE Rising Sun was
a passenger ship,
and was to take
home, besides pas
sengers, a cargo of
wool, hides, and
gold. I thought I
might as well save
passage money I
had no mind to set
up as a fine gentle
man, and if I had
Shipped as a saloon passenger, as I
might have done, having a few hundred
pounds by me, I should not have been
able to keep my hands oif the ropes.
Knowing that homeward-bound sail
were hard to get, I went to the ship
ping office, and glad they were to obtain
an able-bodied seaman like me among
the crew. They took any cattle in those
*ays, men were so loath to leave the
Cold fields. So there I was once more
my old trade. I was soon at work,
«nd set to with a will, and with a
lighter heart than had beat in my body
many a long day past though,
'Mind you, I was not the man I had
%een before the great grief of my life
broken upon me. But I was glad
fto think that In a few months I should
my old mother again, and that it
fpMfcht be in my power to bring com
to her bruised spirit for the more
|?-t. thought of my last interview with
the firmer grew the conviction
I had deeply wronged and wound
hsr. Not that I ever believed for
moment that my wife was false
NO, no I clung to that anchor
in hsr love and truth. It kept
stranding on the rock of utter
in human goodness.
.|ifcs appointed time we sailed out
Ehilip Bay, with a/fair wind.
'•II ths passengers came aboard
Jaj^and I saw little of
enottgh else to dipt "Vfce
a hundred and sixteen
tloSd, mad* up in the follow-
Passengers, sixty-one
JEON
men, eleven women, eighteen children
crew, twenty-six.
For the first two or three days all
went well, but trouble was marching
upon us. We got into light easterly
winds about that time, also, the
weather got slightly foggy. Scarcely
any of the passengers were about as
yet the majority of them were below
with sea sickness, and not one of the
women had put in an appearance on
deck. The fog beginning to increase,
'and continuing to do so, a sharp look
out for land was kept. We had been
out now ten days, and I observed that
the skipper was getting anxious.
Neither was I easy in my mind. We
were in the vicinity of dangerous rocks,
not laid down as yet in the charts,
and the fog, growing thicker and thick
er, made our position more perilous.
For myself, I had no fear of death, but
a heavy weight was on my mind with
respect to my old mother at home and
the desire to see her once more, and
make amends to her for my harshness,
grew stronger because of the danger we
were in.
It was at this time that I iM'de the
acquaintance of two of our passengers
they were children, a boy and a girl.
I was standing near the lookout, strain
ing my eyes to the eastward, where we
supposed rocks to be, when, looking
down, I saw those children by my side.
They were about the same age, nine
years old maybe. I placed my hand on
the boy's head, and, stooping, gazed at
the little fellow. He returned my look
frankly,
"Well, my man," said I, "and what
may your name be?"
"Bob," said he.
His voice startled me, and I gazed
more searchingly at him. A beautiful
face was his, with fair, curling hair
and bright blue eyes, that made mine
dim, and caused my heart to beat more
quickly. All the old memories flowed
back iipon me like a strong tide and
but that I felt such a supposition would
be akin to madness, I might have en
couraged the thought that by some
miracle my own son was standing by
my side.
"And yours, my little maid?" I said
to the girl.
"Pearl," she answered, in a voice
clear as a bell, and which to my fancy
resembled Bob's.
"Then," said I, with a strange palpi
tation, "Bob and Pearl are brother and
sister."
"Oh, no," they both replied in one
breath.
"But you ought to be," said I, kneel
ing by them, so that my face might be
on a level with theirs. "Bob has blue
eyes, and so has Pearl and you have
light hair, too, both of you."
They stood with their arms round
each other's waists,Bob being the shyer
of -the two. We prattled together for
as many minutes as I could spare from
my duties, and I learned that they
were in no wise related. Both their
mothers were on the ship, they told
me.
"I haven't seen them on deck," said
I.
"Oh, no," said Pearl "they have
been ill, and are not well yet. I hate
the sea—I hate it!" And the little maid
stamped her foot, and tears came into
her eyes.
"And you, Bob?" I asked. "Do you
hate the sea?"
"I'm fond of it," said Bob, "and I
want Pearl to like it, but she won't.
She says she wishes there wasn't any
sea in the world. That's foolish, isn't
it? But I wish it wasn't so dark."
Stronger and stronger grew the spell
upon me.
"Would you like to be a sailor, Bob?"
"I should," he replied, "if it wasn't so
dark."
I kissed the bright little fellow, and
he kissed me. Wrapped up as I was
in him, I saw that Pearl was hurt be
cause I did not offer to kiss her. I
would have kissed her then, but she
kept me off.
"No," she said, petulantly, "you love
Bob best."
I had no time for further parley. I
rose to my feet, and, taking the chil
dren by the hand, told them it was not
safe for them to be on deck, and that
they mhst go below.
"We crept up," whispered Bob, glee
fully, "without anybody knowing. Pearl
was frightened, and I didn't want to
come, till I made her. But then Pearl's
a girl, and I'.m a little man—so mother
says."
The whole of that day no figure but
the figure of Bob was in my mind, and
I indulged in the maddest speculations.
If my boy lived, he would be of the
same age as this little fellow and
Robert was my father's name. I should
have a^ked Bob further questions about
his mother, but that I was afraid to
shatter the unreasoning hope which a
wild fancy had engendered. I saw no
more of him or Pearl during that day,
and when next I saw him Ah, me,
let me not think of it. I must tell my
story straight.
The weather got worse instead of bet
ter, and at night—it was four bells in
the first watch—"Land!" was called.
I was in the watch below at the time,
and we were summoned on deck at
once. The course we were steering was
east by north, wind being northwest
Orders were at once given to square
away the yards, to clear thf vessel for
the land, and then for about half ah
hour we hove away southeast, and after
that hauled up again to the eastward.
In less than forty minutes, however.
we beheld the treacherous rocks
straight ahead of us. As I saw ths
whits waves—whiter because of the
darkness which surrounded us—dash
ing against them, I had no shadow of
doubt that we were lost. Pitch dark it
it was, but a sailor can see rocks with
out alight to guide him—for the matted
of that, I believe he can smell them—
and it, does not need a sailor's eye 'to
see the white foam from a raging sea
dashed from an iron hound shore back
into the black waters. Many's the time
I have seen the spotless spray leaping
up 'the sides of the rocks that line the
foreign shores, and, curling back again
in beautiful showers, laughing In the
sun-sparkles that filled them with light,
and made them look like millions of
living silver stars but then the days
wqre fine, and the sun was shining. It
was different now. There was no sun
and no moon, and the swell of the sea
toward the shore came to my ears like
the sound of muffled drums.
The task we had before us now was
to prevent The Rising Sun from set
ting bodily toward the land but the
task was too much for us, and though
we worked with a will we could not
avoid our fate. The vessel hardly had
steerage way, and the heavy southwest
swell was driving her nearer and near
er to the black rocks. By midnight
she had become perfectly unmanage
able and all the passengers, being now
alarmed and aware of their peril, were
on deck, keeping their feet as well as
they could. I looked out on the lee
beam, and saw the land, like a fog
bank, creeping nearer and nearer to us.
In the midst of my duties I had striven
hard, but without success, to discover
Bob and Pearl, and it was while I was
thinking of the land with a .feeling of
agony that a woman's voice, falling on
my ear, gent a shock through me which
curdled my blood.
"Hush, my child—hush!" were the
spoken words and it was my wife who
uttered them to my boy.
Dumb with a fearful joy and amaze
ment I turned toward the voice, when
The Rising Sun came crash
against a sharp, jutting rock,
and, if you will believe it,
carried part of it away. In the midst
of the cries of despair that accompanied
the crash, I myself called out: "Ma
bel! Mabel! give me my boy!" But my
voice only added to the general terror
and confusion, and before we had time
to recover ourselves, the ship lurched
on to another point of rock, which
carried away her spanker-boom and
rudder. And now, dark as it was be
fore, it grew darker. Ay, it' was like
the Egyptian darkness, for it could al
most be felt, and The Rising Sun
seemed to be slowly cutting her way
through it, as if it were a substance.
The two points of rock which the ves
sel had struck formed the entrance to
a huge water cave, and into this cavo
we were now fatally working our way.
This accounted for the increasing dark
ness, for above us and before us were
savage rocks, from the walls of which
the thick slime was crawling down to
the sea. This much I know, and this
much I saw, but I was mercifully
spared from the conscious knowledge
of a great deal of the agony and terror
of that awful night. The mizzen-top
gallant mast coming down with tre
mendous force, I was struck prone to
the dock by it, and for a time I partial'
ly lost my senses.
?TO
Bicoyri'vnso.i
THE CURFEW BELL.
Phlladelphlang Hasten Home When 9
O'clock Comes.
"Talk about Philadelphia being a
slow place!" said the stove drummer
to a Detroit Free Press writer, "it's all
a mistake. The only time I was ever'
unable to hold my own in a crowd was
in the Quaker city. I was sitting in the
rotunda of a hotel there about
And Delight.
9
o'clock
in the evening when a bell began to
ring loudly somewhere near, and I
jumped up and went out on the side
walk to see if I could discover any
signs of fire. When I got outside I
saw everybody rushing along like mad,
and about fifty men came tearing into
the hotel at such a rate that they
knocked me down on the sidewalk and
came near trampling the life out of
me.
"I managed to crawl to my feet and
hurried inside, wondering if I would
have time to get my trunk out. Every
thing seemed to be quiet when I got
in, and I asked a man who was smok
ing a cigar if the fire was out.
'What fire?" said he.
"'Wasn't the bell ringing for fire?'
I asked.
'Oh, no,' said he. 'That was our
curfew bell.'"
Too Much Realism.
There has come of late a change over
the spirit of the novel. Its noble uses
have, in far too many instances, been
vitiated by shameful abuses. From a
healthful, fertilizing channel it has
been turned into a noisome and nox
ious sewer. Its standards of right and
wrong have been abused. It is vil
lainy that is now triumphant and hon
esty that is crushed. It is vice is
now honored and virtue that Is sneered
at and insulted. The sane and healthy
view of life no longer attracts the
writer neither is it made attractive
for the reader.—Rabbi Joseph Kraus*
fcopf.
A
4ft*
Dusty Doolittle—I left a leg
Gettysburg, mum. Kind Old Lady
Here's a quarter, poor fellow, fell me
about it. D. D.—There's not much to
tell, mum. It was a wooden one, an'
the enemy surprised us so suddlnt I
didn't think to bring it with me, mum,
—New Tork Tribune.
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The grace of the spirit comes only
from heaven and lights, up the whols
bodily presence.—Spurgeon.
AMERICA
How It is to Be Shoim In the Forth
coming Exposition.
TURNSTILES MOVE JULY 1, 1899.
At This Time the Masses Can Pass Into
The Beautiful Grounds and V:esr What
Ha« Been Gathered from AU Sections
of the Country for Their Edlflcation
Any intimation or suspicion that the
Greater America Exposition, to be held
at Omaha, beginning July 1 and con
tinuing four months, may fall or prove
aught but a perfect success in point of
attractiveness, educational 'worth or
actual attendance, is wholly without
foundation in fact or reason. The
conservative, careful men of wealth
who have carried this project forward
have not expended over $100,000 with
the possibility of seeing it wholly lost
Every dollar needed to insure the
complete and emphatic success of thia
great enterprise will be forthcoming
with practically as much certainty as
if it were now in the exposition treas
ury. The colonial exhibits planned
as the basic feature of the enterprise
are being collected and will be landed
in this country by government trans-
of a .perplexed people for additional
light' and information on a subject
needing elucidation. Special features
of great interest to every 'citizen of
the republic are being planned, and
before the fall of 1899 has passed Into
history the pilgrimage of the preced
ing year to Omaha will have been re
enacted.
FRATERNAL BUJLDING.
The Greater America Exposition for
LAGOON AND FINE ARTS BUILDING.
1899 will be the first in history in
which large appropriations of taxpay
ers' money have not been asked from
public treasuries, and it will eclipsa
in magnitude and attractiveness any oi
its predecessors, with' the exception
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SAB? END GRAND COURT
possibly, of the World's Fair at Chi
cago. It-will also be the first expo*
sitton ever designed to afford Infor
mation on a practical, tangible ques
tion. No citizen will be fully equipped
to best exercise the privilege of suf*
frage in the solution of the great
pending question of expansion until
he-has seen the colonial exhibits at tha
exposition and has studied the people(
products and resources of the lands
acquired through the war with Spain.
Several departments of th'e federal
government, notably the war and. agri
cultural departments, are lending ma
terlal assistance In the collection of
comprehensive exhibits from thsss
countries.
A contract has been closed with ths
the Pain Fireworks company of Chi
cago for twenty marvelously brilliant
spectacular performances during tha
first two months of the exposition.
"The Fall of Manila" and "The De
struction of Cervera's Fleet" will b«
reproduced with elaborate scenery,
realistic pyrotechnic effects, splendid
costuming and grand illuminations
Over 300 people will participate. Thq
stage around which the scenery will
be set will be 100 feet long and 50 feet
SECTION OF THE MIDWAY.
MINES AND MINING BUILDING.
ports. The governmental departments
are manifesting an interest In this
enterprise that ensures it a successful
opening, should other resources fail.
Above all the people of the country
are manifesting an intense curiosity
concerning the colonial exhibits,
which, in view of the great question
now pending as to the policy to be
pursued in the dispositions of lands
acquired through the war with Spair
will come as a response to the prayera
deep, and the lake for the naval opera'
tions will be 300 feet long and 75
broad. Performances will be given
Tuesdays, Thursdays and Saturdays of
each week. Following each perform
ance will be given a grand display
of fireworks, including fifty-one spe
cialties, all of which are novel. These
displays will far surpass anything evef
seen in the west.
American Ingenuity and handicraft
will be more graphically shown in the
manufacturing exhibits than at any of
the expositions of the past Some of
the novelties promised are mentioned.
The Allen Chester Silk company of
Patterson, N. J., will have In full oper
ation every day three looms and
spooling machine. The same which
took the gold medal at the World's
Fair. One loom will manufacture white
silk ribbon badges bearing colored plot
turjes of President McKinley, Vice
President Hobart, officers of the expo
sition and other celebrities. Another
will weave silk handkerchiefs bearing
pictures of exposition buildings and "a
third will turn out fine silk dress
goods.
The concessions being granted for
Midway attractions at the Greater
America Exposition at Omaha this
summer already exceed those of tha
Trans-MIsslsslppi Exposition. Car*
has been exercised tQ permit only tha
most Interesting novelties to get a
footing on this year's cosmopolitan
Midway.
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SOME GOOD JOKB?. ORIGINAL
AND 8ELBCTED.
A Variety of Jokes, Gibes and Ironies,
Original and Selected—Slot—m and
Jetsam from the Tide of HUM
Witty Saying*.
At the BXuslcale. .|s
The glorified hand organ*.was pain
fully grinding out a composition by 4
one of the old masters.
"Do you call that music?" asked the. ffy
(air young listener. "I have a sewing
machine at home I could give a better
concert with than tnat." Of
"What kind of a sewing machine?"
inquired the matter-of-fact man sitting 4-'
next to her. .v .:
"Well, it's a hummer!" she rejoined.'
And he listened to the music and'/
didn't say anything more.—Chicago
Tribune.
Let 'En Alone.
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Cheerful Disposition.
"My boy Johnny has such a cheerful
disposition."
"Yes?"
"Oh, yes. When I make him wash
his neck, instead of grumbling, ho Just
says he is glad he is not a giraffe."—•
Indianapolis Journal'.
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Excited Passenger—Blowed if that|
isn't a Spanish man-of-war right overl
yonder! Look at 'er, Captain, look at'
'er!
The Captain—Well, the war's over i.
can't you let 'er be? Ain't no use to
yell that-away and frighten the poor
Dagos into conwulsions an' make 'em1
sink their doggon craft, is there?
Overdoing It.
Hicks—It's all right indulging in a
little hyperbole when you are making
love to a woman but there's such a
thing as overdoing it.
Wicks—As for example?
Hicks—Why, Dubbleupp. He has
been married three times, and he told
Miss Kwarry the other evening that
she was the first woman he ever loved.
—Boston Transcript
A Desire to Get Even.
"Yes, we were mighty glad to get
home."
"What was your hurry?"
"We want a visit from those people
who thought they were entertaining
us. If we don't use them up root
and branch Inside of a couple of weeks
you may call us'Indians.
"—Cleveland
Plain Dealer.
A Dead Shot.
Amateur, Sportsman—What did I
bring down, Pat?
Pat—Yer dog, sur blew his head
all off.
Amateur Sportsman Where's the
bird?
Pat—Picking at the dog, sur.—Har
lem Life.
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Could.
Mrs. Jollyboy—Where on earth have
you been.
Mr. J.—I can't tell a lie—I've been
at m' offish.,
Mrs. J.—Thai where we differ. I
can tell a lie—when I hear one.—Stray
Stories.
Cheaper to Let It Go.
Client—This bill of yours is ex
orbitant. There are several Items in
It that I don't understand at all.
Lawer—I am perfectly willing to ex
plain It, but the explanation will cost
you $10.—New York Journal.
Trouble Brewing
Insurance Agfcnt^-Madam, really to*
should have your life insured.
Mrs, McGinnlty—Sure, tis me oulA
man yes want to see. Whin he gits
home tonight 'twill be two
c.'-
j!|*
if'
days
been away dhrinkin'—'tis him
nades it, sur!
he's
A'Happy Soubrette.
The Comedian—The soubrette seems
unusually happy to-night. What is the
matter?
The Villain—She has just received a
telegram saying that her grandson has"
made a hit In Chicago as "Rln Van
Winkle."—Harper's Bazar.
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