6 BOYS. Now, If anyone has an easy time In this world of push and pull. It Is not the boy of the family. For his hands are always full. I'd like to ask, who lills the stove? Where Is the Kill that could? Who brings In water, who lights the fire, And splits the kindling wood? And who Is It that cleans the walks After hours of snowing? In summer, who keeps down the weeds, By dillfgently hoeing? And who must harness the faithful horse When the girls would ride aljout? And who must clean the carriage off? The boy, you'll own, no doubt. And who does the many other things Too numerous to mention? The boy is tiie "general utility man," And really deserves a pension! Krlentls! just praise the boy sometimes, When he does his very best; And don't always want the easy chair When he's taking a little rest. Don't let him always be the last To see the new magazine; And sometimes let the boy be heard, As well as to be seen. That boys are far from perfect Is understood by all. But they have hearts, remember, For "men are boys grown tall." And when a boy has been working His level best for days. It does him good, I tell you, To have some hearty praise! He is not merely a combination Of muddy boots and noise. And he likes to be looked upon As one of the family Joys. —The Gem. By CHAUNCY C. HOTCHKISS [Copyright, 1897. by D. Appleton & Co. All rights reserved] CHAPTER X FX.—CONTINUED. Saving the two shots from the first boat, not a small arm had been fired by thecn up t« this time, their determination to carry the vessel by cold 6teel alone being apparent ■all through the attack. As my eye ranged aver the circle of men that spread about us ■and hemmed us to the taffrail (yet for all their numbers were held off by the com .uiand of their officer), I saw many a face well known to me ashore, but not one ex pressing an atom of mercy. With a watch ful look I anticipated any possible onset, aad yet through all the pent vigor of tight ened nerves and stiffened muscles gaze played beyond their lines and marked the details of the surroundings. The broad ocean lay aln#>st like glass save for the regular heave that passed over it like a wave over the surface of molten metal. Off our starboard beam was an upturned boat floating lazily away, it probably having been stove or capsized by the hatch I had c-ist into it, ii.x near it drifted the hatch itself. On deck the fallen canvas covered tile vessel amidships, and aloft file ragged stump of the topmast, standing clear against the dappled sky, looked like a pine shivered by lightning. A profound silence had fallen where a moment before had been a din of shouts and crashing timber—profound save for a dull thumping forward, which I knew ■same from the prisoners, who were thus sig naling for release. The moment was near at hand when I should pass my soul to its Maker, and yet, though the resolve was as strong as ever, I wavered, not in fear of the nest world, but dreading the terrible strug gle- that would cc*ne when a healthy body .lik.p mine wrestles in the grip of suffocation. 3f our captors could not be goaded into mfaooting me, nothing was left but to cast myself into the s?sarmed save for the bare steel in our Stands, we were an easy prey to him l.ad our deaths now been his object; but as there .had been no show of force after boarding us, The peppery royali«t, still smarting from the disgrace under which I had been the means .of placing him, felt sure of his ultimate tri tamph over me, and, giving the order to hold cts where we stood, turned toward the point of the disturbance forward and hurried off. I was a step in advance of Ames, who still leaned against the wiieel, when I heard his vosee in my ear. ""There's a fair chance for a leap, Donald," 'i.e whispered. "The last tie is gone. 11c thee ready?" "Nay, lad," I answered softly. "We are not yet parted. I still hang to my oath. I have seen nothing of Gertrude. Where can -she be?" "She is past the sightof this, thank God!" J,e retu. ned. "She is dead, man; dead and gone, and we will sooti follow her. 1 saw iber—" Again he was interrupted, this time by a wild yell from the bow, aud the man who ut tsred it started aft chased by half a dozen xnarines. It was Scaftimell. With little upon him save a shirt and his small clothes, fee broke through the half circle that com pxswd us, halting just within its limits. He veils a horrible object. His ha:r hung tai> gied over his shoulders; his eyes f.-e»re fierce and bloodshot; his face was distorted by rage, and its pallot was startling. Without at word of warning he called me a vile name, and with an oath raised a pistol he had probably snatched from someone and, level ing "it at me, fired. The ball passed betwixt «ij body and elbow without touching the in, but it struck Ames, who was just be- Sr.nd me. I heard a deep groao as the youth fell to the deck, his head striking the plan!!* rig with a heavy blow, and a number of tiands sprang upon the infuriated officer and dragged him backward. Jt was done in an instant. The shock and wuddenness of the attack came like a thun cjprbolt, and yet I retained my presence of mind. With my eye still fixed on my ene rgies, I stooped to one knee and felt for the d of my friend, calling on him to speak; Jrut no sound came to my repeated appeal, ».nd the hand I found gave no answering pressure. He was dead past doubt, and had CTiickiy joineil his sister, who, in some man trer unknown to me, had gone before him. Jt was the culminating wave of disaster, and for the moment 1 felt like sinking be neath it. Within a quarter hour by vio lence 1 had been bereft of r" two com panions, and thus was I sudden freed from any obligation to live. With tic left for ' .vhom to combat, surrounded by iumphant AMiemies, and before me ruin in t ' shape of th* noose, it was now my right, as well as considered duty, to preserve myself from the disgrace of being hanged as a spy. 'Twould he but a short struggle, a moment's wild agony, perhaps, and then the end. I braced myself lor the ordeal. Rising to my feet, J gave a last glance around, my eye taking in the vast sweep of the sea, on deck the ma i'nes still wrestling with the murderous royalist, and, hurrying aft, Belden, followed by Lounsbury. Then turning my thoughts aloft, I had a revelatiop, without the slightest mental ell'ort, without the slightest binding of the mind toward any refuge this side of the great unknown, a possible— ay, probable—way of escape opened before me. As the angel of the Lord at the last moment called on Abraham to desist from the sacri fce of his son, so burst this light out of thick darkness and showed me my work was 1 ] ot yet finished. More than willing was I to \ (.rasp this more than chance. As though a , stone had been rolled from my chest, I took ! a deep breath, and quickly unloosing my 1 clt, threw both cutlass and scabbard to the e'.fck, then turning, with a stride I reached the rail and cast myself headlong into the sea. CHAPTER XX. THE SHELL OF THE DINGY. Never was my love of life or the cer tainty of my saving it greater than when I shot beneath the surface of the ocean. Like a plummet 1 went down, the air bubbles 1 •tfirried with me roaring in my ears like a cataract. As 1 lost the impetus of the dive 1 turned and looked up. Having gone over at the starboard quarter, 1 was almost under the stern, and the clear gredft of the water magnified the great shadowy hull of the schooner as she stretched forward into seeming infinity. Like a blot on the sil very surface above me lay the overturned dingy, still heftl to the vessel by its painter, and in her lay my salvation. With a few vigorous strokes I svwim un der it, and, regulating my rise as best I could, came to the surface within the shell of the wrecked boat. The move had been successful. If the trick was unsuspected, 1 was safe. Letting go my pent breath in a blast, I thanked for His sudden inter vention, and prayed that liis hand be not re moved from me. Settled low as was the overturned dingy, my head barely cleared her bottom, but that was sufficient. Sustaining my position by a light hold on the thwart, that my weight should not prevent the regular and natural roll of the wreck, with nerves now tuned to their highest pitch, I hung and awaited de vo'opments. The hole in the boat's bottom furnished me with air, and, to my astonish ment, this vent in the hollow which now sheltered me gave to my retreat the char acter of a trumpet, and every sound was magnified, though its quality was changed to the deep sonorous roar such as one hears come from the heart of a conch held to the ear. It was an indistinct babble of cries and oaths that first greeted me, and from the few words I could disentangle 1 guessed that I ..he whole host had rushed to t%eschooner's j side in the hope that I would rise. Had I still courted death, I might easily have met ! with it by means of a bullet through my head, for through the confused humming of voices I distinctly heard the sharp click ing of gunlocks, and knew that had I ap peared I would have been made a target for a score of muskets. The sound of voices decreased as the mo ments flew, and when at last it seemed cer tain that I had gone to the bottom, there came a general awakening, and a sharp or der was given to search the hull, strike the flag, and hoist the British ensign. TRe clicking of boot heels and the rattling of arms were more distinct than words, but the marines had barely scattered to obey the last commands when, above all else, I heard an unknown voice: "Overhaul that carrion, and then pitch it overboard!" This I knew must refer to the body of my poor friend, but before I could realize the necessity of the order thus brutishly given, as clear as the order itself rose the voice of Scammell: ''Look, look, Belden! Damn me, but I thought I had brought down a buzzard in missing the hawk, «hen, after all, I have struck but a peg lower than Thorndyke him self! By the crime of Judas, I wish it had been the other way! If this young, old broad-brim be nrft Beverly Ames, I'll lose fifty pounds to anyone of you! Quick, man! !~ee,' he is not dead! 'Fore Uod, but mayhap be can yet give us some news of his sister! Overboard he goes not! Dead or alive, he must be taken to Clinton, else your com mission is in danger! Know you not that lie is connected with Mrs. Badely? Send off for help! Is not that long-legged Irishman >it aboard you?" Here a number of voices joined in and 'urned to a confused roar all words at once 'fo'lowing. In the space of a few minutes I heard a boat putting away from the side, the thud of oars in the water making a jar on my car drums almost painful. For a time there reigned compilative silence, and then carao what was doubtless a marine's report. "The hold is clear of all life, sir. Nawthjn* lut lead below, an' cabin an' forec'sle all cleaned out Ixirrin' some' arms au' the cap tain's old clothes." "How's this, Scammell?" said Belden, evi dently turning to that officer. "We saw three men aboard, and but two are ac counted for. Thorndyke has gone to hell ever the side, and this lad of yours is like to join hiin by another route! Wher;'s the third?" "There was no third," came the l sharp response. "Two it was that smothered us l,e-!ow. I know of none other! no more does Lounsbury." "Nay," said that worthy, speaking for the first time, and with a thick burr to his speech, "there was never more than four legs to the lot. Mayhap that giant split h.sself in two for the sake o' looks —there was enough o' him. Thank God for his loss! i would ne'er sleep easy again knowin' him alive." Here words fell to a murmur until Louns bury again spoke, evidently addressing him self to the one who was in authority on board: "Now I take it, leftenant, that by rights this craft is mine." "Yours, ye toasted mug!" demanded the unknown voice. "What mean ye?" "Ay, only be right o' prize, I mean," was the answer. " 'Twas I who first laid hand on her, an' got a split skull for my pains, an' not a damn sovereign to help heal it, neither so much glory as shines from the buttons o'yer coat. Prize be cussed 1 Now, if yer capting wills to let me take her into port—as 1 came nigh doing awhile agone— 'twill go far to put me right with the ad miralty an' get me ft job, mayhap, like that I lost through Thorndyke takin' my name, | damn his soul! D'ye see?'' "Ay, I see, ye sweep! And is that all? i No prize money?" "Ay, all, all. Only to sail her home; no j more." "No more, eh? Ye are a cursed deep | villain, but I'll touch the captain on it. Co get the grime from your face and look less like a toad. Had lie seen you, 'twas no wender Thorndyke launched himself over tl.e rail. What now, Scammell? Does the Ud still live?" CAMERON COUNTY PRESS, THURSDAY, FEBRUARY i, 1900. "He lives, indeed," was the answer, "but whether or no he will bide long I cannot tay. He was better on deck than he is be low. The cabin still stinks. I hope 'twill not be forever before the doctor get# here. Was lie drunk at mess? It is possible he can bold the lad's life long auough to allow him to speak; he does little now but moan." At this the two walked forward, and I heard nothing but the coarse voices of the marines as they sang out to one another or laughed uneouthly. The knowledge that Ames still lived gave me a quick sense of relief—a relief which fled on the instant as I thought of the prob able future in store for liiiu. My own posi tion was infinitely better than his, even were ho not suffering from a wound, and, as for his sister, after all was done, was she not better off than either? But was she dead? If not, what could have become of her? I had heard that the vessel had been searched without finding a trace of the* third party to whom Belden had referred. On seeing all was Inst, was it possible that she had thrown herself overboard that she might not wit itss her brother's tragic end? it was like htr. It would have been an act showing ber strength of character, as well as the weakness of her sex; a natural recoil from physical and mental suffering without a purpose; a heroic self-sacrifice. It were as well she had not suffered captivity and long-drawn misery. With her brother at death's door, or perhaps saved to die by military law; her property confiscated, with out a home or relatives and at the mercy of Clinton's heartless mistress, life would have held no more for her than the doubtful ben efit of mere existence in confinement for &n indefinite period. And yet was my reason against the idea of her self-destruction. There was mystery in her disappearance, but its solution lay not in tnat. The attacking party had boarded us fiom either side, yet not an eye had seen her cast herself into the 6ea. There was more than this to make me doubtful. For her brother's sake she bad sacrificed herself be fore Clinton, yet' on my hand was placed her last kiss. Had she left the world thus, without a word to him, without a warning to me? It was unnatural, unholy; it was mon strous to think of, and yet— The possible solution of the riddle as it elrove into my train had scarce time to find lodgment be fore it was put to flight by the voice of Bel den, which seemed to come from directly te planks and ribs of the wreck. Shielded from direct light overhead, the shell gave all the effects of a water telescope, fc.r, on turning my eyes downward, my sight pierced the ocean for fathom after lathom, the color of the depths growing from the most tender blue to a clear and then dark green, showing me that the bot tom !§y beyond vision and far below. It was crily by turning to the hole in the keel that I could guess the hour, nor was it long be fore the sun had set and darkness came on upacc. By the natural attraction of tint! ing bodies, the boat had drawn near the schooner, and, as they struck and cium j 1 together, i heard the voice of the > . « . Ue left the cabin and caine on tie; .. "Well, by the powers, I suppose I must obey orders, if the boy is moved, he die# that's flat an' by me soul, lie may go, spite o' me .skill! I must bide here the night, must 1? Ay, well; send aboard u couple o" bottles, Belden, or, by the piper, I'll mutiny. \\ should a dirty rebel be worth more than our men? Is Scammell to bide with me?" "No," answered Belden; "he's sent for by the captain. I'll lix the liquor, McCary. Now, Mr. Lounsbury, you have heard your instructions. Follow us as soon as the wind I'ses; you will have it ere long—the glass l.as fallen. We will'stand near you. Are you ready, Scammell?" There was suppressed conversation after this, and then another boat put away. In perhaps an hour it returned and was hoist ed to the davits, and then again there was bilenee—a deep, brooding silence, such as is only known in a night calm on the sea. As I have said, 1 had given no thought to tht» future or what consequence my present situation might entail should the schooner follow her captor. But as the darkness and a chill due to my protracted spbinersion struck to my bones, 1 realized »?iat, except for having put myself beyond the sight 01 my enemies, 1 had accomplished nothing. True it was that I might h*ive laid a course ere this, for I had hung unmolested for a number of hours; but, instead of turn ing to my own interests, I had let my brain play over the mystery of the disappearance of Miss King. What this portended 1 had failed to dwell upon. Knowing that for myself there remained nothing to do but slay where I was until chance should open a way for me to gain the shore or mischance deliver me a prisoner or send me to the bottom, I had racked my fancy for a solu tion of the one question regarding the lady. As a reward for this constant effort, I had flit upon what I thought to be the correct answer to the puzzle, but to verify it had been thus far beyond possibility. Now the darkness, the warning chill, and my general uncertainty brought me up with a round turn, and I gave attention solely to my own affairs. Further than that I must leave my shel ter and gain the schooner, I could not pro ceed in laying my line of action. To use the wreck as a support and push the un manageable thing for an uncertain number of miles to the Long Island coast would re fult, in my present condition, in collapse and death. It did not take me long to de lermine that my only hope lay in the near-by schooner; a forlorn hope at best, for the at tempt to board her would immediately place my life in jeopardy. Nor would I have turned a thought to her had I not over heard that she would be manned by Louns bury and three hands only. This handful of men (the doctor counting as nothing in my eyes), the calm, and the probable total iack of discipline which would follow the transfer of the sailors from a vessel of war to a half-dismantled prize under unofficial command, might allow me to gain foothold en deck. Ay, 1 thought, by some possibility I may reclaim my loss and become master of the situation, only let me fairly see the chance. [TO BE CONTINUED.] YANKEE ADVERTISING DODGE. An Instance In Which H Shrewd Hus tler Mukea re Uuod Clean-Cp with Cheap ClKur*. An ex-collector of customs relates this asi among hi® experiences: "Some years ago- and shortly prior to the holi days a man came into the office and ■siaid that he wanted to talk with me personally. He looked like an unso phisticated fellow who had come in from the country to try his hand at business, though he had sharp fea tures/ and a nasal twang. " 'Mister,' he began when we were alone, 'l'm in a kind of a snarl and I've come to you because. I want to do the square thing. I had a nice lot of Havaney cigars shipped to Windsor, thinkin* I could do a stroke sellin' 'em here in Detroit. I had a man there to take care of 'em till I come on, but he, not. knowin' notlvin' about, the law, packs them cigars in. a boat, an* brings 'em over here without pay in.' no duty. I reckon it was smugglin', but he's honest as the sun and I hurried right here soon's 1 I lxeerd of what he'd done. Here's a sample of them cigars,' as he held out a box, 'and I want to say right here that I never had a more de licious smoke.' He took me to the lit tle room he had rented and showed me hundreds of boxes on which he had paid the duty, and I let. the matter drop. It got into the papers, even to my verdict as to the quality oP the cigars. "Then my honest Yankee made a special Christmas' sale, patronized chiefly by ladies l who did not care so much about price as they did about the credit of having onoe selected good goods. He was closed out in no time and disappeared. There wa® a ran* odor in the local atmosphere that Christmas. The cigars were che«p Connecticut Aliens and cheaper Penn sylvania wrappers. The cigar lie gave me was a 'ringer.' Uncle Sam grtt money that did not belong to him. but it was an advertising ischemic out of which the Yankee mtrde a fat thing." —Detroit Journal. The W-omnn of It. Powtal Clerk—This letter is over weight, ma'am. You'll have to put an other stamp on it. Woman—l think the government Is just too mean for anything. I know I've mailed hundredsof leitersthat weren't anywhere near full weight, so I think the least you can do is to let. this one go through.—Judge. A Pert I noil t lii •-tt«- • Nclainied. delighted. • V —a parrot."—Chicago Post. TO CHECK SENILITY. DP. MetchnikolT Malum to Have Dis covered a Serum l»y Which Death May lie Warded Off. Dr. Metclinikoff's discovery of an alleged means of cheeking senility is still the subject of intense interest at Paris, although the authors are still trying- to prevent the premature pub lication of the results of their re searches. The distinguished physi cian, however, received a correspond ent in his private laboratory in the l'asteur institute. "At present," he said, "we are only in the theoretic stage, but the sur prising success that has attended our experiments thus far gives hope that DR. ELIE METCHIROFF. (Reputed Inventor of a Serum That Checks Senility.) we soon shall be far beyond mere the ory. Until the best serum for use to the end of strengthening and invig orating the nobler cells of the human body is found, we shall be defenseless against old age, but this once discov ered, the cells needing it are armed for the conflict with their destroying neighbors. Then death will become less terrible, for we can adjourn the final hour until the tired body calls for rest. The time assuredly will come when we shall be able to main tain for an indefinite period the equi librium between the constructive and destructive forces of the body. I am not prepared to say that man ever will be able to live always. No owe woulti want that. Some force appar ently outside one's self, but really within, now commands that one should die. All of us will be glad of death at some time, just as we wish to stop eating when we are satiated." Dr. Mirey, the newly elected pres ident of the Academy of Medicine, ex presses regret that this so-called dis covery has received such wide pub licity thus early. "It has not yet come before any scientific body for exam ination," he says,"and until this hap pens scientific men will pay no atten tion tc newspaper talk ori the sub ject." DUKE OF WESTMINSTER. Determined to Itemaia la the Field, Although He Is Sow the Richest Man la Great llrltaln. The new duke of Westminster, who has just succeeded to his grandfather's titles and estates, is the richest man In Engl.ind and bears one of the proud est names in the British peerage. But he is not too rich nor too proud to servu his country in war, and at this moment is an aide-de-camp on the staff of Sir .(ilfred Milner, the governor of the Cape of Good Hope and its dependencies. The duke, better known under his former country title of Viscount Del grave, will come of age next March, should he not fall in the campaign, lie is a second lieutenant of the Cheshire Yeomanry cavalry. The romantic in terest aroused by the determination of the young duke to remain in the field in South Africa, is increased by a re- DUKE OF WESTMINSTER. (Said to Be the Richest Man In the United Kingdom.) cent discovery. It appears that the fiOO acres in the heart of London, which constitute the chief wealth of the duke of Westminster, came into the family as the result of a runaway love match made by an ancestor of the present duke. In Sir Thomas Grosvenor fell in love with the pretty daughter of Ebury Manor, a house standing far without the city, and surrounded by five large pastures. This property became the dower of the bride and gradually Lou don grew up around it. It lay idle, however, until the first part of this century, when the great-grandfather of the new duke conceived the idea of building up the estate with row after row of palatial houses. Swords May He Abolished. The suggestion of substituting a Martini-Met ford carbine for the sword an ofiieer usually carries is being large ly discussed in military circles. 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