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BERTHA'S COMB.
Dftr Hertha's hair Is golden spun.
AH If unraveled from the sun
In brightest noon, and clinging there.
In Bertha's hair, a tortoise comb,
An olden comb high crowned and spare.
Recalls a dear old-fashioned home—
And Bertha's mother, young again.
Makes me the happiest of men.
D«ar Bertha's locks are wayward things.
And flutter like the flossy wings
Of humming-birds around a flower.
And Bertha's words are like a song
I heard long since In young love's bower;
And now a youth, who dallies long
Beside her chair, with gesture neat,
Picks up the comb from near her feet.
Ah well! the wheel of time has whirled.
And Bertha's world Is not my world!
But that young man who bends the knee
And lifts the bauble from the floor
In bashful haste—lt seems to me—
That I have seen that youth before;
Vor Bertha's mother's comb, I know,
Einthralled me thirty years ago!
—Chicago Record.
PART I.
CHAPTER II. —CONTINUED.
At last in strode the captain, slammed
the door behind him, without looking to
the right or lel't, and marched straight
across the room to where his breakfast
awaited him.
"Bill," said the stranger, in a voice
that I thought he had tried to make
bold and big.
The captain spun round on his heel
and fronted us; all t'he brown had gone
out of his face, and even his nose was
blue; he had the look of a man who
cees a ghost, or the evil onie, or some
thing worse, if anything can be; and,
upon iny word, I felt sorry to see him,
all in a moment, turn so old and sick.
"Come, Bill, you know me; you know
an old shipmate, Bill, surely," said the
at ranger.
The captain rr"de a sort of gasp.
"Black Dog!" said he.
"And who else?" returned the other,
getting more at his case. "Black Dog
as ever was, come for to see 'his old
fcliipmote, Billy, at the Admiral Ben
bow Inn. Ah, Bill, Bill, we have seen
a eight of times, us two, since I lost
them two talons," holding up his mu
tilated hand.
"Now, look here," said the captain;
".you've run me down; here I am; well,
then, speak up; what is it?"
"That's you, Billy," returned Black
Dog, "you're in the right of it, Billy. I'll
•have a glass of rum from this dear child
here, as I've took such a likirg to; and
we'll sit down, if you please, and talk
square, like old shipmates."
When I returned with the rum, they
■were already seated on eti'ther side of
the captain's breakfast-table Black
T>og next to the door, and sitting side
vays, so as to have one eye on his old
shipmate, and one, as I thought, on his
retreat.
He bade me go, and leave the door
wide open. "None of your key-holes
4or me, sonny," he said; and I left them
itogcther, and retired into the bar.
1 For a long time, though I ceirtainly
idid my best to listen, I could hear noth
ing but a low gabbling; hut at last the
voices began to grow higher, and I
eould pick up a word or two, mostly
oaths, from the captain.
"No. no, no, no; and an ead of it!"
lie cried once. And again; "If it comes
to swinging, swing all, say I."
Then all of a sudden there was a tre
mendous explosion of oaths and other
noises—the chair and table went over
in a lump, a clash of steel followed, and
then a cry of pain, and the next instant
I saw Blaek Bog in full flight, and the
captarin hotly pursuing, both with
drawn cutlasses, and the former stream
ing blood from the left shoulder. Just
at the door, the captain aimed at the
fugitive one last tremendous cut, which
would certainly have split him to the
chin had it not been intercepted by our
big signboard of Admiral Benbow. You
may see the notch on the lower side of
the frame to this day.
That blow was the last of the battle.
Once out upon the road. Black Dog, in
spite of his wound, showed a wonderful
clean pair of heels, and disappeared
over the edge of the hill in half a min
ute. The captain, for his part, stood
■taring at the signboard, like a bewil
dered man. Then he passed his hand
over his eyes several times, and at last
turned back into the house.
"Jim," says he, "rum;" and, as he
spoke, he reeled a little, and caught
himself with one hand against the wall.
"Are you hurt ?" cried I.
"Rum," he repeated. "I must get
away from heTe. Rum! rum!"
I ran to fetch it; but I was quite un
ateadied by all that had fallen out, and
I broke one glass and fouled the tap,
and while I was still getting in my own
way, I heard a loud fall in th« parlor,
and, running in, beheld the captain ly
ing full length upon the floor. At the
same instant my mother, alarmed by
the Cries and fighting, came running
downstairs to help me. Between us we
raised his head. He was breathing very
loud and hard; but hiseyes were closed,
and his face a horrible color.
"Dear, deary me," cried my mother,
"what a disgrace upon the bouse! And
your poor father sick!"
In the meantime, we had no idea
what to do to help the captain, nor any
other thought but that he had got his
death-hurt in the scuffle with the stran
ger. I got the rum, to be sure, and tried
to put it down bis throat; but his
teieth were tightly shut, and his jaws as
strong as iron. It was a happy relief
?° r u« when the door opened and Dr.
jlilvesey came in, on his visit to my fa
ther.
"Oh, doctor," we cried, "what shall
ivre do? Where is he wounded ?"
"Wounded? A fiddlestick'# end!"
said the doctor. "No more wounded
|than you or I. The roan has had a
i*troke, as I warned him. Now, Mrs.
iTfikWllnn, just you run upstairs to your
husband, and tell him. If possible, no th
ing about it. For my part, I must do
my best to save this fellow's trebly
worthless life; and Jim here will get me
a basin."
When I got back with the basin, the
doctor had already ripped up the cap
tain's sleeve, and exposed his great
sinewy arm. It was tattooed in several
places. "Here's luck," "A fair wind,"
and "Billy Bones his fancy," were very
neatly and clearly executed on the fore
arm; and up near the shoulder there
was a sketch of a gallows and p. man
hanging from it—done, as I thought,
with great spirit.
"Prophetic," said the doctor, touch
ing this picture with his finger. "And
now. Master Billy Bones, if that be
your name, we'll have a look at the
eolor of your blood. Jim," he said, "ore
you afraid of blood?"
"No, sir," said I.
"Well, then," said he, "you hold the
basin;" and with that he took his
lancet and opened a vein.
A great deal of blood was taken be
fore the captain opened his eyes and
looked mistily about him. First he
recognized the doctor with an unmis
takable frown; then his glance fell upon
me, and he looked relieved. But sud
denly his color changed, and he tried to
raise himself, crying:
"Where's Black Dog?"
"There is no Black Dog here," said
the doctor, "except what you have on
your own back. You have been drink
ing rum; you have had a stroke, pre
cisely as I told you; and I have just,
very much against my own will,
dragged you headforemost out of the
grave. Now, Mr. Bones—"
"That's not my name," he inter
rupted.
"Much I care," returned the doctor.
"It's the name of a buccaneer of my ac
quaintance; and I call you by it for the
sake of shortness, and what I have to
say to you is this; one glass of rum
won't kill you, but if you take one
you'll take another and another, and
I stake my wig if you don't break off
short, you'll die —do you understand
that? —die, and goto your own place,
like the man in the Bible. Come, now,
make an effort. I'll help you to your
bed for once."
Between us, with much trouble, we
managed to hoist him upstairs, and laid
him on his bed, where his head fell back
on the pillow, as if he were almost faint
ing.
"Now, mind you," said the doctor, "I
clear my conscience—the name of rum
for you is death."
And with that he went off to see my
father, taking me with him by the arm.
"This is nothing," he said, as soon as
he had closed the door. "I have drawn
blood enough to keep him quiet awhile;
he should lie for a week where he is—
that is the best thing for him and you;
but another stroke would settle him."
CHAPTER 111.
THE BLACK SPOT.
About noon I stopped at the captain's
door with some cooling drinks and
medicines. He was lying very much
as we had left him, only a little higher,
and he seemed both weak and excited.
"Jim," he 'said, "you're the only one
here that's worth anything; and you
know I've been always good to you.
Never a month but I've given you a sil
ver fourpenny for yourself. And now
you see, mate, I'm pretty low, and de
serted by all; and Jim, you'll bring me
one noggin of rum, now won't you,
matey?"
"The doctor —" I be pan.
But he broke in cursing the doctor, in
a feeble voice, but heartily. "Doctors
is all swabs," he said; "and that doctor
there, why, what do he know about
seafaring men? I been in places hot
as pitch, and mates dropping round
with Yellow Jack, and the blessed land
a-heaving like the sea with earth
quakes —what do the doctors know of
lands like that? and I lived on rum, I
tell you. It's been meat and drink, and
man and wife, to me; and if I'm not to
have my rum now I'm a poor old hulk
on a lee shore, my blood'll be on you,
Jim, and that doctor swab;" and he ran
on again for awhile with curses. "Look,
Jim, how my fingers fidgeo," he con
tinued. in the pleading tone. "I can't
keep 'em still, not I. I haven't had a
drop this blessed day. That doctor's a
fool, 1 tell you. If I don't have a drain
o' rum, Jim, I'll have the horrors; I
seen iiome on 'em already. I seen, old
Flint in the corner there, behind you;
as plain as print, I seen him; and if I
get the horrors, I'm a man that has
lived rough, and I'll raise Cain. Your
doctor hisself said one glass wouldn't
hurt ine. I'll give you a golden guinea
for a noggin, Jim."
He was growing more and more ex
cited, and this alarmed me, for my fa
ther was very low that day, and
needed quiet; besides, I was reassured
by the doctor's words, now quoted to
me, and rather offended by the offer of
a bribe.
"I want none of your money," said
I, "but what you owe my father. I'll
get you one glass, and no more."
When I brought it to him, he seized it
greedily, and drank it out.
"Ay, ay," said he, "that's some bet
ter, sure enough. And now, matey,
did that doctor say how long I was to
lie here in this old berth ?"
"A week at least," said I.
"Thunder!" he cried. "A week! I
can't do that; they'd have a black spot
on mi; by then. The lubbers is going
about to get the wind of me thin blessed
moment; lubbere as couldn't keep
what they got, and want to nail what ia
another's. Is that seamanly behavior,
now, I want to know? But I'm a sav
ing soul. 1 never wasted good money
of mine, nor lost it, neither; and I'll
trick 'em again. I'm not afraid on 'em.
I'll shake out another reef, matey, and
daddle 'em again."
As he was thus speaking he had risen
from bed with great difficulty, holding
to my shoulder with a grip that almost
made me cry, and moving his legs like
so much dead weight. Hiu words,
spirited as they were in meaning, con-
I trasted sadly with the weakness of the
| voice in which they were uttered. He
CAMERON COUNTY PRESS, THURSDAY, JUNE 30, 1898.
paused when he had got into a sitting
position on the edge.
"That doctor's done me," he mur
mured. "My ears is singing. Lay me
back."
Beforelcould do much to help him he
had fallen back again to his former
place, where he lay for awhile silent.
"Jim," he said, at length, "you saw
that seafaring man to-day ?"
"Black Dog?" I asked.
"Ah! Black Dog," says he. "He's a
bad 'un; but there's worse that put
bim on. Now, if I can't get away nor
how, and they tip me the black spo**
mind you, it's my old sea-chest they're
after. You get on a horse —you caoi,
can't you? Well, then you get on a
horse, and got yes, I will! —to
that eternal doctor swab, and tell nin
to pipe all hauds —magistrates and sich
—and he'll lay 'em aboard at the Ad
miral Benbow —all old Flint's crev,
man and boy, all on 'em that's left. I
was first mate, I was, old Flint's firit
mate, and I'm the on'y one as knows tie
place. lie gave it me to Savannah,
be lay a-dying, like as if I was to
now, j'ou see. But you won't peach ii>
lefs they get the black spot on me, or
unless you see that Black Dog again
or a seafaring man with one leg, Jin
—him above all."
"But what is the black spot, captainT
I asked.
"That's a summons, mate. I'll tell
you if they get that. But you keep yoar
weather-eye open, Jim, and I*ll shsre
with you equals, upon my honor."
He wandered a little longer, his vobe
growing weaker; but soon after I had
given him his medicine, which he took
like a child, with the remark, "if ev;r
a seaman wanted drugs, it's me," he fell
at last into a heavy, swoon-like sleep in
which I left him. What I should hare
done had all gone well I do not knojv.
Probably I should have told the whole
story to the doctor; for I was in mortal
fear lest the captain should repent of
his confessions and make an end of me.
But as things fell out, my poor father
died quite suddenly that evening,
whivh put all other matters on one sice.
Our natural distress, the visits of tie
neig hbors, the arrangingof the funenl,
and all the work of the inn to be car
ried on in the meanwhile, kept me BO
busy that I had scarcely time to think
of the captain, far less to be afraid of
him.
He got downstairs next morning, to
be sure, and had his meals as usual,
though he eat little, and h'ad more. I
am afraid, than his usual supply of
rum, for he helped himself out of tie
bar, scowling and blowing through his
pose, and no one dared to cross him.
On the night before the funeral he was
as drunk as ever; and it was shocking,
in that house of mourning, to hear him
singing away his ugly old sea-song;
but, weak as he was, we were all in fear
of death for him, and the doctor was
suddenly taken up with a case many
miles away, and was never near the
house after my father's death. I have
said the captain was weak; and indeed
he seemed rather to grow weaker than
regain his strength. He clambered up
"That doctor done mm." h« murmured.
and downstairs, and went from the
parlor to the bar and back again, and
sometimes put his nose out-of-doors to
smell the sea, holding onto the walls
as he went for support, and breathing
hard and fast like a man on a steep
mountain. He never particularly ad
dressed me, and it is my belief he had
as good as forgotten his confidences;
but his temper was more flighty, and,
allowing for his bodily weakness, more
violent than ever. He had an alarming
way now when he was drunk of draw
ing his cutlass and laying it bare be
fore him on the table. But, with all
that, he minded people less, and seemed
shut up in his own thoughts and rather
wandering. Once, for instance, to our
extreme wonder, he piped up to a dif
ferent air, a kind of country love-song,
that he must have learned in his youth
before he had begun to follow the sea.
So things passed until, the day after
the funeral, and about three o'clock of
a bitter, foggy, frosty afternoon, I was
standing at the door for a moment, full
of sad thoughts about my father, when
I saw some on© drawing slowly near
along the road. He was plainly blind,
for he tapped before him with a stick,
and wore a great green shade over his
eyes and nose; and he was hunched, as
If with age or weakness, and wore a
huge old tattered sea-cloak with a hood
that made him appear positively de
formed. I never saw in my life a more
dreadful-looking figure. He stopped a
little from the inn, and raising his voice
in an odd sing-song, addressed the air
in front of him:
"Will any kind friend inform a poor
blind man, who has lost the precious
sight of his eyes in the pracious defense
of his native country, Eng-land, and Ood
bless King- George!—where or in what
part of this country he may now be?"
"You are at the Admiral Benbow,
Black Hill Cove, my good man," said I.
"I hear a voice," said he, "6 young
voice. Will you give me your hand, my
kind young friend, and lead me in?"
I held out my hand, and the horrible,
sofit-spoken, eyeless creature gripped it
in a moment like a vise. I was so much
startled that I struggled to withdraw;
but the blind man pulled me close up to
him with a single action of his arm.
"Now. boy," ho ««ld, "take me into
the captain."
"Sir," said I, "upon my word I dare
not."
"Oh," he sneered, "that's it! Take
me in straight, or I'll break your arm."
He gave it, as he spoke, a wrench that
made me cry out.
"Sir," said I, "it is for yourself I mean.
The captain is not what he used to b«.
He sits with a drawn cutlass. Anothei
gentleman—"
"Come, now, march," interrupted he;
and I never heard a voice so cruel, and
cold, and ugly as that blind man's. It
cowed me more than the pain; and I
began to obey liiiri at once, walking
straight in at the door and toward the
parlor, where the sick old buccaneer
was sitting, dazed with rum. The
blind man clung close to me, holding
me in with one iron fist, and leaning al
most more of his weight on me than I
could carry. "Lead me straight up to
him, and when I'm in full view cry out:
'Here's a friend for you. Bill: If you
don't, I'll do this;' and with that hegave
me a twitch that I thought wo dd have
made me faint. Between this aAd that,
I was so utterly terrified by the blind
beggar that I forgot my terror of the
captain, and, as I opened the parlor
door, cried out the words he had or
dered in a trembling voice.
[TO BE CONTINUED.]
The Farmer Was Fixed (or Him.
A well-to-do Georgia farmer invited
a merchant friend to dine with him.
The merchant was known for his crank
iness and had once or twice tried to
shoot people for imagined wrongs. The
farmer had' considerable business deal
ings with him, and they were on the
best of terms. However, the farmer
always kept a wary eye on him. Several
days after the dinner at the farmer's
house the merchant said to him: "I
can't account for the queer feelings
and impulses I have occasionally. For
instance, the other day when I was
dining at your table it suddenly came
into my mind to kill you. I had a pistol
in my pocket at the time, and once
I had my hand on it, when the strange
feeling passed from me!"
"Don't let that bother you," said the
farmer. "I knowed all about your
failin's in that line, an' I wuzn't asleep
when I saw your hand' to your hip.
My son John wuz standin' in the hall
way back of you with a shotgun lev
eled at you an' you jist did' save your
bacon by changin' your mind. Ef you
hadn't he'd er blowed daylight through
you!"— Atlanta Constitution.
He Had Tried It.
"It is very sad, I admit," conceded the
African chief, "but after living on a
meat diet for all these years you can
hardly expect me to become a vege
tarian."
"Then," said the pale-faced mission
ary, his teeth chattering like a grove
of magpies, "if you m-must eat hu-hu
roan flesh, w-why not —er —utilize some
of your own race, instead of confining
yourself to —to Europeans?"
"That is exactly what your prede
cessors wished to know," replied the
chief, "but I have frequently tried the
experiment when missionaries were out
of season."
"Didn't—it —succeed?"
"No. I found that a diet of natives
invariably gave me that dark-brown
taste." —X. Y. Journal.
Clan* In Philosophy*
"If a man refuses a bribe it is not al
ways an indication that he is honest.
Give an example."
"Give the price."
"What is fame?"
"Having your statue putin the park
and leaving a fund to pay guides to tell
your name and what you did."
"In the fable of the Turtle and the
nare, what is the moral?"
"That the turtle knows how to catch
on."
"Why should the Irish be good golf
players?"
" 'Cause they're fond of wearing of
the green." —N. Y. Truth.
A Domestic Interlude.
Marriageable Daughter—l think, pa,
that you do Arthur injustice when you
say that he is penurious.
Precocious Brother —What's penoori
ous, pa?
Pa—Why, Bobbie, penurious is close.
Precocious Brother—Then you're
right, pn. Mr. Penrose is awful penoori
ous whenever he comes to see Sis. —
Boston Courier.
A Matter of Color*.
"Sister Millie wants to know if you
won't let us take your big owning l ?
She's going to give a porch party to
morrow night and wants to have it on
the piazzer."
"Wants my awning?"
"Yep. She would have borrowed the
Joneses', but theirs is blue, you know,
and Millie's hair is red." —Cleveland
Plain Dealer.
Permanent Relief.
"I don't believe a patent medicine ever
did anybody any good."
"I do."
"Whom?"
"Well, there's Stringers; he got cured
of one of the worst cases of financial
stringency I ever saw." —Chicago Jour
nal.
Fnonffh Said.
"That will do," said Balaam. "You've
talked enough."
"Yes," retorted the ass, "I've talked
enough to hand you down to immortal
ity."
And the pr.tient animal never spoke
again.—Chicago Tribune.
How He Did It.
"The doctor put my husband on his
feet in a week," she explained. "It was
no trouble at all. The bill he presented
lifted him out of bed."—Chicago Post.
The great artist Michael Angelo was
as famous an architect or designer as
be was a painter. He designed the
church of St. Peter at Itoru», which Is
built in the form of a Latin crons. He
alao designed another church in Rome,
and, besides these, planned a number of
famoua structure*.
EIGHT BIG SHIPS.
War Department Buys Them
for Carrying Troops.
COST WAS FOUR MILLIONS
Are Likely to be Used for Porto
Kit-ail Expedition.
MARKS A NEW DEPARTURE.
Heretofore the War Department llan Char*
tered the Steamers It Needed, Instead of
lluylnj? —No Vessels are to be Seized on
the Atlantic Coat*t.
Washington, June 23 An impor
tant addition to the war department's
list of vessels available for transport
and freight service was announced
Friday. This was the purchase of
eight large ships of over 3,600 tons
burden each, for use on the Atlantic
coast. Seven of the eight to be used
on the Atlantic coast were obtained
from the Atlantic transport line,
which operates its steamers from New
York, Philadelphia, Baltimore to Lon
don. Heretofore the practice of the
war department has been to charter
all the vessels which it has used, and
the announcement of the acquisition
of the ships by purchase is a new de
parture in the policy of the govern
ment, flue, it is believed, to the fact
that the owners and agents of the
companies have asked such high
prices.
It was authoritatively stated yester
day that impressment of ships on ths
Atlantic const would not be resorted
to. but such as were desired would be
obtained in some other way. The pur
chase price of the ships secured from
the Atlantic transport line was not
stated at the department, but it is un
derstood that the amount was nearly
$4,000,000. All the vessels of this line
are to be delivered to the government
at New York. Owing to their large
capacity for carrying passengers and
supplies, they constitute a formidable
addition to the tleet of 41 ships already
under charter by the government for
transport uses on the Atlantic coast.
This last acquisition is presumed to.be
a forward step in the arrangements
for the Porto Uican expedition.
Added to the dozen ships already
available for this expedition, the eight
vessels make up a fleet that will trans
port an army as lnrge as that which
fien. Shafter took with him. Nine of
the transports heretofore chartered
by the government are at Tampa and
two are on their way there from New
York, while one remains at the latter
city. It may be that some of those at
Tampa and now on their way to that
city will be utilized for transporting
some of the reinforcements for Shaf
fer's army, as there are a large num
ber of soldiers at Tampa., as well as a
great quantity of supplies.
PnnN Hitflltie** llul'etln.
New York, .Tune 25. R. O. T)un &
Co.'s Weekly Review of Trade says:
Very little of the new business seen
in proportion to the aggregate has
been caused by the war. None has
been prevented by the war. Neither
has the collapse of the wheat specula
tion caused the expected decrease of
shipments, for exports continue re
markably large. Gold comes or does
not come as we want it, the world's
markets being evidently at our com
mand. An offering of bonds by the
government brings out at the start
bids for more than three times the
amount offered, while the popular
subscription already for three-quar
ters of the amount exhibits the confi
dence of the people.
Troop Train WrMk»il.
St. Joseph. Mo., June 2."> As the
second section of the Burlington
train carrying the Torrey cowboy
regiment from Fort F. A. Russell to
Jacksonville, Fla., was pulling into
the St. Joseph union station yester
day the engine jumped the track and,
after plunging through the earth for
30 feet, toppled over on its side. Kn
gineer John W. Fuller, of this city,
who remained at his post, was caught
beneath the tender and killed. Fire
man George Christman, who also lives
here, was fatally scalded. Three cars
of horses were also derailed, but not
one of the animals was scratched.
Killed l>y a Spanish Shell.
Playa Del Fste, Guantanaino Bay,
June 2.l.—While shelling the batteries
of Santiago de Cuba the battleship
Texas was struck by a six-inch shell
which passed through her port side,
killing F. <). Blakeley, an apprentice,
and wounding eight others. The
Texas, with a number of transports,
was making a feint west of the en
trance of Santiago harbor and was
shelling the woods. Blakeley was
buried at sea. Four of the eight who
were wounded have W>en pi ed on
the hospital ship Solace. The Texas
was not seriously damaged.
StcphenH Adda to Hi* f'onfennion.
Easton, Pa., June 25.—George H.
Stephens, the former Lafayette college
professor and self-confessed fire fiend,
yesterday confessed that he had a
basket of paper under the pulpit in
the college chapel and it was his in
tention to destroy South college wilh
a fire he had planned to start in this
basket. He also admitted having taken
valuable books from the library before
the Pardee hall fire.
llobaon'H Men are In Santiago.
Washington, June 25 The navy de
partment received the following
cablegram yesterday from Admiral
Sampson: "From a flag of truce 1
learn that Lieut. Hobson and his
companions are all wcil. They arc
confined in the city ot hantiago, foui
miles from Morro."
The lieKiunittff of ti c- Fnd.
London, June 25 The Madrid cor
respondent of the Telegraph says:
When the eortes closed yesterday mar
tial law was proclaimed. The Sagasta
cabinet will resign and make way for
a new government which will open ne
gotiations for peace. _
SSOO Reward,
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