6 AN END TO ALL TOILING. There's an end to .til toiling some day— sweet day! 1 But It's weary, the waiting, weary! There's a harbor somewhere in a peaceful bay, Where the sails will be furled and the ship will stay At anchor—some\yhere In the far away— But it's weary, the waiting, weary! There's an end to the troubles of souls op pressed. But it's weary, the waiting, weary! Some time in the future when God thinks best He'll lay 11s tenderly down to rest, And roses'll bloom from the thorns In the breast— But it's weary, the waiting, weary! There's an end to the world with its stormy frown, But it's weary, the waiting, weary! There's a light somewhere that no cares can drown. And where life's sad burdens are all laid down, A crown, thank God! for each cross a crown But it's weary, the waiting, weary! —N. Y. Evening World. f-H Covrru_o I Copyright. by J). A;*pieton Si Co. All rights reserved.] SYNOPSIS. Master Ardiek, just reached his majority and thrown upon his own resources, after stating his case to one Houthwick, a ship master, is shipped as second mate on the Industry, bound for Havana. Mr. Tym, the supercargo, descries a sal!. The strange vessel gives chase, but is disabled by the Industry's guns. In the fray Capt. Houth wick and one of the crew are killed, but the Industry is found to be little damaged. Sellinger , first mate, takes charge and puts into Sidmouth to secure a new mate. Several days later, when well out to sea, an English merchantman Is met, whose captain has a letter addressed to Jeremiah Hope, at Havana. The crew of the vessel tell strange tales of the buccaneer Morgan, who Is sailing under the king's commission to take Panama. One- night u litttle later, the English vessel having proceeded on her course, a bit of paper is slipped into Ar dick's hand by one of the sailors. This is found to be a warning of a mutiny plot headed by Pradry, the new mate. Ardick consults Mr. Tym. They resolve to secure the mate, but Pradoy, eavesdropping in the ca'bin, makes through the dorr an'd arouses the crew. Capt. Sellinger joins Ardick and Tym. The crew break through the now barricaded door, but are forced to retire, having lost seven of their number. Finding themselves now 100 short-handed to man age the hoat, Pradey decides to scuttle and desert the vessel, taking his men off in the only available boat. The captain, super cargo and second mate soon discover their plight, but hastily constructing a raft bet away just before their vessel sinks. The next morning a Spaniard draws near them. The man in the rigging shouts: "If you would board us, take to your oars. Bo speedy, or you will fall short." On board they are sent forward with thecrew, being told they wil be sold as slaves on reaching Panama. The ship's cook they find to be Mac Ivrach, "frae Clagvarloch," so a friend. Four days later the Spaniard is overhauled l>y a buccaneer flying the lCng lish Hag. The three Englishmen and Mae Ivrach plan to escape to the buccaneer 011 a rude raft. Sellinger. the last to attempt to leave the Spaniard, is disabled. Just -after the others put off they see a figure dangling from the yard arm. whom they suppose Is Capt. Sellinger. Hailing the buc caneer, our three friends tind themselves in the hands of their old mate, Pradey. He treats them kindly and offers to do them 110 harm if they wil but remain quiet con cerning the mutiny he headed. The Black Eagle, Pradey's ship, comes to Chagre, Cuba, which town they find Morgan has taken under the English flag. From her the Black Eagle with Morgan's fleet pro ceeds to Panama. The command consists of about 1,200 men Having landed, they march 011 to the city. The assault 011 the city is begun. Many of the buccaneers fall, md Ardiek is wounded. Through the smoke he sees Pradey approaching. The city at lust fails. Ardick, coming to, tinds Tym had rescued him from Pradey's murderouH hand by killing the villain. CHAPTER XIV/—CONTINUED. At daybreak the trumpets were blown, and the companies asseutbled under their respective leaders. Break fast was hastily eaten, no delays being made for cookery, but all taken cold, and shortly the word was given to march. A little before this we had learned that Morgan's plan was to pro ceed first to the governor's castlp, making a stern show of warlike force on the way, and there Morgan himself would remain, keeping with hint 50 men. and the rest were to scatter and plunder and ravage at will. ( crtain rules, however, were to be observed, oue being that all must, deposit their spoil in the hall of the castle, where it should remain till the final decision; another was that prisoners—that is, .slaves —were to remain the property of those who seized them. If, never theless, it was added, any desired to bring their slaves to the castle, having a mind to sell them there, they could do so, and such slaves should be guard ed and cared for till their disposal. The stin was creeping up and the breeze had fallen when at last we caught step and set forward down the chief street of the city. The drums were beating spiritedly and the trum pets sounded thrilling blasts, and with our soldierly array, the headpieces, cuirasses and musket barrels flashing in the sun, I thought we presented a fine and altogether awing spectacle. The place was deathly quiet. Every house was closed, and as far as we could see down the street not a person was in sight. Still we traveled along, and at last, just, as I was wondering at tin- extent of this part of the city, the street ended, and we broke out into a considerable square, or pla/.a. Here tin* buildings were large and of a more pretentious sort than any we had yet seen. All were of stone, some of a brown or reddish color, and some of common stone well set in red cement, but few were above three stories in height. The roofs of all were flat, and most had low parapets, on which stood pois of bright flowers or handsome shrubs, anil the walls of some were nearly covered with climbing green ery. Like the street we had left, the plaza was completely deserted, the stiutters of every building around be ing tip. "Hoots!" said Mac Ivrach, in a low tone, '"but they liae secreted ilka dog and cat as well as theirsels. 1 wad be wishing for bit stir o' some sort. Sic stillness 110 seems canny." This 1 conceive pretty well expressed the feelings of us all, who felt a kind of oppression in the continued silence. Morgan had halted a moment, but presently had us forward again, and without any interruption or change in the appearance of things we continued on till we reached the cuttle. This was a considerable stone structure, stand ing on the top of a little plateau, and was defended by high walls and one strong tower. It looked as though this were an ex cellent place for a mine or other de vice, but I was speedily told that this fear was unfounded, for the place had been entered and the chief rooms ex plored, but nothing in the nature of a trap had been found. The keys had been given to Morgan, and the guns spiked. We were but a moment in entering, and while one of the captains, at Mor gan's command, went up to haul down the Spanish flag and put our own in its place, the different companies were formed up in their order, and the last words of advice and command given. Among other things, all were bidden to be sparing of the wine till it was proven that it was not poisoned, to re turn to the castle at nightfall, and to hasten thither at once if two succes sive cannon shots were fired. These were to mean some sudden or immi nent danger. All this being attended to.the com panies, save the picked detail to re main with Morgan, broke ranks aflid shortly quitted the castle. "There to be removed from the hor rors we must see here?" I answered. "I am favorable to it." "And I," said Mac Ivrach. But the words were scarce out of his mouth when a man came running out of the opening of the neighbor street and on seeing us pulled up short. "Saunts and angels defend us!" cried Mac Ivrach. fairly staggering back. "The gaist o' the captain!" For, indeed, the man appeared to be no other than Cftpt. Sellinger. CHAPTER XV. OF THE CONCLUSION OF OUR ORE AT SURPRISE AND WHAT FOLLOWS AT THE HEELS OF IT. Even Mr. Tym changed color, and for my part my legs grew weak and my heart thumped like a fulling hammer. "Why, friends, don't ye know me? Do ye take me for a ghost?" It was the same old hearty, sea rougli voice that we knew so well. It was 110 spirit, but the man's mortal self! Mr. Tym was the first to pull himself together. He rushed forward, and with a little cry of gladness seized Sellinger by both hands and danced the strong skipper about. I was next, and could scarce keep back the tears as I gripped the big brown hands. Even Mae Ivrach grinned like a nierry andrew and cut one step of a caper as he took hi« turn. "But, man," eried Mr. Tym. as we at last released Ihe skipper and stood de lightedly about him, "how can this be? Did we not see you hanged? Aye, dangling your length from the yard arm of the Pilanca? Why. we made out the very white shirt you have on— surely the only one among the crew!" The captain first gave a stare of as tonishment all <f incredulity, and then broke into a low whistle. "Aye, aye, I see how it was. It was the boatswain, Pedillo. Marry, I never 1 thought of your taking him for me! You see the old governor conceived the notion that the fellow was more responsible than anybody else for our little break, nnti so danced him up to the yard. I believe one of the priests gave him a shirt, or frock, to be turned off in, and* so that was where you got your white tog. Aye, aye, 1 under stand the thing now." And so, of course, did we, and it was simple enough, to be sure. He asked a question or two in turn, which we answered, and then I went on to inquire how the Spaniards used him after our escape. "Why, not so bad," he answered. "My wound was attended to, and then I was clapped in the brig. When the ship reached Ghagre I was set upon the midships of a mule and brought here. Since then 1 have lived in the house of —Faith! but that reminds me. I have run at my best speed hither, not alone to sail in your company, but because of another matter of urgency. Will you come along with me and make no stay for questions?" "Surely!" cried Mr. Tym, without hesitation. And Mac Ivrach and I said the same. "Then this way." lie turned, and set off up the same street he had emerged from. I had, of course, noticed his dress and other ap pearance, ere this, and found that he looked and was habited as formerly, lie was armed now, however, being girded with a belt, to which was hung a short hook pistol and a Spanish hanger. We fetched up at a high stone wail, which I perceived must set off a con siderable estate. A little way along this wall was a strong iron gate, the top defended by sharp spikes. The cap tain plucked a key out of his pocket, with which he unlocked this gate, and, urging us all in before him, hastily locked it again. I now perceived that we were iti an extensive garden, fruit and shade trees standing thickly about and the walks bordered with fioweiv*. A little way in the rear I could partly make out a handsome, low stone house. The captain hurried us up tlie main walk, making no concealment now of j speed, and at a fair run we brought up I before the door of the house. I per ceived then that the place was stTong as well as handsome, the building be ing of some yellowish stone set off with a cage fashion of balconies in the Spanish sty'..*. The chief entrance was CAMERON COUNTY PRESS, THURSDAY, AUGUST 3, 1899. directly before us, a step leading up to it, anil 1 noticed that the door was a very strong' affair and in height and bigness was sufficient for a little church. The captain knocked)sharply twice, when the door was slowly opened, and an old negro put out his head. "All's well, Tonto. These are the friends I went to seek." The old fellow looked at us a little suspiciously, 1 thought, but without objection stood aside. "These quarters," said tire captain, turning to us, "belong to Don Euriquc de Cavodilla. You recall liim, I think." We readily did so, for he was oue of the grandees of the Pilanca. "Well," went on the captain, "he is— or has been —my master, and, having used me very well, I am somewhat be holden to him. Yet even more I would do a good turn to his wife, Dona Isa bella, and to his niece, Senorita Car men. You see now the reason of my liilrry." "Surely," said Mr. Tym, "and we will gladly help you." Mac Ivraeh and I also heartily assented. "I am free to say I know not how the thing is to be managed," said the captain, sinking his tones a little, "but that we will immediately consider. We must first consult the don." As he spoke a door shut and a man came out at the head of the stairs. Even in the dim light I recognized him at once as the old Spaniard. lie was a tall, spare, erect man, with plenty of gray in his beard and hair, but in bearing still in his strength and prime. lie was dressed in the sad colored velvet of the ship, with the ruffles and other linery. "Goon, Ardick, and tell him how matters stand," said Sellinger; "I am still without a hold on the rascally Spanish." "Sir," I said accordingly, stepping to the foot of the stairs, "Capt. Sellinger is here and has brought with him the friends he went out to seek." "God be praised!" cried the old hidalgo with the deepest heartiness. "Saneta Maria, senor! I never heard sweeter words. Ascend, ascend, you and your friends!" I briefly translated the don's speech, and with the captain in the lead we mounted the stairs. The old man met us at the top and somewhat to my discomposure kissed each of us in turn. "You will save us!" he cried. "You will deliver my wife and the poor child! " You will deliver my wii'u and the poor child.** My life is of little worth, but they—< All, come with me, senores, and assure these poor creatures that you will succor them!" "Lead on, senor," I said, not a little touched. "Be assured we will do what we can." He lost no more time, but led us hastily to a rear chamber, where he threw open the door. Two ladies were within, who quickly rose. The shutters of the windows were open, for ihe room looked out on an inclosed court, and the bright sun light, checked merely by the draperies, brought out everything clearly. I immediately recognized Dona Isa bella. She was small and slight, with a proud, handsome face, but a faded skin, and was richly dressed with many bright ribbons and ornaments. Dona Carmen was, as I instantly perceived, passing beautiful. Something tall, and yet of such proportions that she scarce seemed so, she all but startled me with the unusual combination of yellow hair, great Spanish black eyes—l mean those with t he wonderful long lashes —a skin Saxon-fair, nose, mouth and chin deli cate and in exact harmony, andtm ex pression vivacious and to appearance in telligent. Don ISnrique now flourished us for ward. "Isabella, and you, poor Carmen, here are the brave English friends of Capt. Giles," he said. "Take heart and thank tho Virgin, for they have come to de liver us!" Each lady in turn dropped a stately Spanish courtesy, and with more reso lution than I had looked for, though, to be sure, unsteadily, thanked us. "Well, what is to be done?" said I. The-captain looked at Mr. Tym, and the latter, after a moment's hesitation, said: "Let us first understand our bearings, captain. What are the private ways out of this place?" "By the gardens," answered Sellinger, "and rearward through a court to a narrow street. Thence it is a straight course to the water." "These gardens border upon what?" "Considerable streets." "And the ships and' boats have all been taken, and our fellows will have an eye upon the water front," said Mr. Tym, shaking his head. "That will not do." We were silent for a bit, T racking my brains to hit upon something, when he suddenly resumed: "I have a thought. What is to prevent us from claiming these people as our slaves? That will be but one each, which must be safe enough." I thought he had hit It, and began tc say that nothing could be better. lhit the captain shook his head. "1 fear it will not serve," he said "You must know that Don Enrique and the ladies were yesterdas' chased and well-nigh captured by a party of buc caneers, and 1 cannot doubt that thi same fellows would know them again. Doubtless they would claim them, un der the usual freebooters* rule." "Why, yes," admitted Mr. Tym, re luctantly, "since such are the facts." My hopes were suddenly dashed, and I sighed with disappointment. "But why suld' these callants see them?" putin Mae Ivraeh. "Can we no hide them awa'?" "With difficulty," said Mr. Tym. "It might be managed here,, but when it came to the march all must come out. Moreover, I doubt whether any place or house would be suffered to remain barred against searching parties. It would be thought some trick was go ing on, such as plunder hidden away." "Then." said the captain, "I see but one course to steer. They must fly. The question is whither?" [TO BE CONTINUED.] A COUNT'S VISION. ItpninrLnhlo Inntanee of TeleKrnphlc Perception—Foretell i nis u Tra fired y. I can vouch for the truth of the fol lowing interesting ease of clairvoy ance: On August 12 a young man named Livio Cibrario, belonging to one of the most ancient fatmilies of Turin, while attempting to climb the peak of llocciamelone, in the Maritime Alps, lost his way, end on the following morning a search party found his body, terribly crushed and at the bottom of a deep crevasse. Count Cibrario, the unfortunate young man's father, who was at Turin, and knew nothing of his son's expedi tion to the Rocciamelone, on the night of the accidont aroused the rest of the family, announcing with tears that Livio was dead. He had seen him dis tinctly, he said, blood flowing from hPs battered head, and had heard these words spoken in a voice of terrible an gu i fell: "Father, I sllppedi down a precipice and broke my head, and I am dead, quite dead." The other members of the family tried in vain to persuade the poor count that the ghastly vision was nothing but a nightmare, and the be reaved father continued in a state of anxiety bordering upon distraction till the morning, when the oflieial confir mation of the terribl.e accident reacheif him. This case of telepathy, or whatever name may be given to similar phe nomena, is considered all the more re markable as Count Cibrario is a very quiet, matter-of-fact person, anil has never sufferedi from disorders of the nervous system or dabbled in spirit ism.—Rome Cor. London Mail. In j UHI ICP. "What did you assault him for?" "lie called me a lobster, your honor." "Called you a lobster, did he? What is your business?" "I've got an alley cleaning contract, }• our honor." "In this ward?" "Yes, your honor." "That's suflicient. I know how the alleys are cleaned in this ward. The lobster, my friend, is a scavenger of the sea, but is a good scavenger. You are a scavenger on land and a mighty poor one. The lobster is the one to complain of the comparison, and the tine for striking this boy for calling you a lobster will be five dol lars and costs. Xext!"—Chicago Tri bune. The I*i>|>C and the KIIIK. It is not probable that the following from the letter of an American in the early 'sos is entirely authentic: "At sunset we readied Gaeta. This place abounds in historical interest, and it is here that the pope found refuge when he fled from the republic in 1849. Among the stories of the place is one to the effect that the pope and the king of Naples, who had come to visit him in exile, went on board on American man-of-war. The commander wel comed them in these terms: 'l'ope, how are you? King, how d'ye do? Here Lieut. Jones, you speak French,. parley vons with the j%pe while king and I go down 1 and take a drink. King, cortie on." —Chicago Chronicle. Why They All How oil. At an ancient church at Valsbol, in llussia, it has been customary for the. congregation to turn to a blank wall and bow reverently before leaving the church. Why they did this nobody knew except that their forefathers had done so, and had handed down the cus tom. In making some repairs recently the origin of the custom was for beneath many layers of whitewash and paint a picture was found of the Virgin Mary, which must have stood out brilliantly on the wall five or six centuries ago. 'Ti* False. "Woman's crowning glory is her hair," he quoted. "Not now," returned his pessimistic friend. "What do you mean?'' he demanded. "In nwiijy cases' now woman's crown ing giory is some other woman's hair," answered his pessimistic friend; and before the optimist could indignantly deny the assertion he noticed some of it advertised in tlie paper he was read ing and wisely held his peace.—Chica go Post. A 11.-lplnn Ilan<l. The Landlord fin surprise)— Why, Mr. Hallrume! What are you doing? Putting that butter in your tea? Mr. Hallrume—l was always taught, Mrs. Starvum, that the strong should I help the weak.--Puck. EAST INDIAN FAKIIiS Oue of Their Most Wonderful Tricks Exposed in DetaiL How u Hindoo Who Had Heen llurled Alive Came Illicit to 111* Friend* — ot li 1 n V* -tl i r»»e u loll* A liou t the Feat. "ft was on the way from Punnah to Hewali, in southern India," said the bronze-faced man to a Cincinnati Com mercial reporter. "Our party had just reached the dark bungalow about four o'clock in the afternoon, and found as sembled there near a large banyan tree a number of fakir& Their tricks were more than usually clever, and they kept us amused for a considerable time. Finally, as a parting stroke, they sug gested that for a small sum of money one of their party should be buried alive. Our curiosity was not proof against such a tempting offer, and the rascals set to work. "It did not take them long to make an excavation from 7 to 8 feet in length und 2'/a feet wide at the top. When they got down about 4 feet tliey suddenly narrowed the grave to a width of 2 feet, leaving an even margin or ledge u.ll around. Below this they dug some ! feet further, making a total depth or' 6 feet. "A slim, wiry-looking man, with a cast in his left eye, was selected as the victim. The chief fakir, with the usual Incantations and passes, soon had him rigid in a sort of hypnotic sleep; then, wrapping him loosely in a white cloth, he was lowered into the narrow part of the grave. Over him, resting upon the sandy ledge described, was placed a layer of thin boards to prevent the soil from coming in contact with his body. This done, the others set, to work with a will to shovel in, tramp ling down the earth solidly every few Inches. "I must confess that by this time I felt a trifle qualmish. The scene was 1 BURYING THE FAKIR. (Subterranean Passage Is Connected with the Grave.) rather too realistic for my fancy. Could it be deliberate murder and 1 access ory to the act? A sickly feeling crept over me, but the Hindoos, noticing my uneasy looks, only shoveled dirt and stamped the harder. In about lo min utes they had smoothed over a neat mound and afterward sodded it evenly down. "This was surely no common conjur ing' trick, and, try as I might, I could not shake off the uncomfortable feel ing that that Hindu had laid away for hU final sleep. 1 succeeded, however, in repressing my emotions, and as sumed an indifferent air 1 was far from feeling. "In turns we watched the grave dur ing the night, and next morning 1 was about to leave my quarters for the place at about nine o'clock. A light hand tapped me upon the shoulder. I turned quickly, and to my unutterable amazement, who should confront me, grinning and bowing and scraping, with his 'Salaam, sahib, baksliush,' but that long, wiry rascal with the east in his left eye, the same whom the night before 1 had left securely planted be neath six feet of compact earth. It would have been bad policy to show as tonishment, so 1 simply nodded and passed on .with him to the grave. There It remained, not a sod disturbed, and one of my companions standing by, still on guard duty. It was a resurrection, sure enough. "It cost me 50 rupees to worm the mystery out of that wily fakir," the bronze-faced man went on, "but I was bound to know if it had cost me a hun dred. There was, as I fcaid, a large ban yan tree close to the grave. That tree was hollow. Between it and one end of the lomb was a subterranean passage just big enough for a thin man to creep in. The victim then had merely to break through a thin wall of sott earth, worm his way into the hollow of the tree, and wait there until the darkness afforded an opportunity toes cape." Eriiora In Chureliti, In a Sussex church there is said to be one of the most remarkable echoes known, while in a Hertfordshire church the tick of a watch may be heard from one end of the building to the other. It is also stated that in the Cathedral of Girgenti. in Sicily, the slightest whisper is borne with perfect distinct ness from the great western door to the cornice behind the altar, a distance of about 150 feet. Snl«l •<> Extinguish Fire. Sand will be used to extinguish fire, if there should be one in the new tele phone company's exchange at Indian apolis. It is used because it is less in jurious to the electrical apparatus than water or chemicals would be. 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