6 A PttrTTY GOOD WORLD. Pretty Rood world if you take It all round— Pretty good world, good people! Hotter be on than be under the ground- Pretty good world, grood people! Better be here where the skies are blue -As the eyes of your sweetheart a-smllln' you— Better than lyln' "neath daisies and dew- Pretty good world, good people! Pretty good world with Its hopes and Its fears- Pretty good world, good people! Sun twinkles bright through ihe rain of Its tears- Pretty good world, good people! Bettor be here, where the pathway you know- Where the thorn's In the garden where sweet roses grow, CSian to rest where you feel not the fall o' the snow- Pretty good world, good people! Pretty good world! Let us sing It that way- Pretty good world, good people! Make up your mind that you're in It to stay— At least, for a season, good people! Pretty good world, with Its dark and Its bright— •Pretty good world, with its love and Its light; Sing It that way till you whisper: "Good night!"— Pretty good world, good people! JJ\ L. Stanton, in Atlanta Constitution. FREE-LANCE. By CMAUNCV C. HOTCHKISS rights reserved.] CHAPTER XXV.—CONTINUED. I looked sharply at the third man, ex pecting some word from him, but he shifted his eye from mine, giving me something like * sneer and shrugging his bony shoulders, but vouchsafing nothing in the way of ivords. He was a dogged looking rascal, •with a broad l , red scar across nose and cheek, a saber slash without doubt. Raw boned and light of weight, he looked like a sleeping tat as he lolled against the up right, his lack of brute strength probably •balanced by great activity. "Come, lads!" said 1, ignoring the attittide of the siient man, "I'll be frank with you. I'm Donald Thorndyke, of the American forces. The schooner was taken by me Sin ■ai e-handed, and the Sprite is beyond all bearings. Lounshury is overboard, there are two sick in the cabin, and the surgeon is at my mercy. So are you if you abide not by the terms I offer. The schooner is in -danger, and unless you turn out 'tis like you'll find the forecastle a coffin. If I make no mistake, we're in for a waft that will come nigh to blowing us out of water if we don't roll our spars out before. Get on deck and work the schooner under my command ■•until we make Holmes Hole in the Vine yard, an' when you set foot ashore you are 'free men. I have no rations and no water. The scuttle butt has launched itself over board, and I am afraid of the supply in the forehold. There's not a shilling in it for any of you, but 'tis a fair way of escaping the king's navy without deserting, for I'll put yAu on parole. I tell you, lads, I'm a bad one to foul, but you'll find I have an easy taelm and never miss stays if handled lion vjfitly. Now choose betwixt this hole and •■the deck, and choose in a hurry! If you are to save neck and freedom, throw down your knives as a sign; I've no more time to waste." The two who had spoken looked askant each at the other, and the knife of the original spokesman fell to the deck. As the hiind of the Yankee sought the sheath the third man spoke, unfolding his arms and Jscowling like thunder as he gave vent to his words. "Ye two be domned fools to be trustin' ■ A rebel an' runnin' yez head into th' noose. He yez a couple o' babbys not to mark his firearm is useless wi' th' wet? 'Ee's in our 'ands! Wot's to 'inder our takin' the craft an' gettin' th' price that lies on the 'ead of this 'ere —" He got no further. I strode up to him and snapped my fingers in his face, then, thrusting my eyes close to his, I thundered: "On deck with ye, ye blatherskite! I'll see that ye sing a tune with old iron in it .ere sunrise to-morrow! On deck, I tell ye!" Notwithstanding the din already exist ing in the forecastle, my voice rose far above it, its violence and the suddenness of my move making the man shrink back as though frightened. But he was not cowed. Gather ing himself, he uttered a curse and tprang past me, placing himself 'twixt me and the ladder; then whipping out his knife, he ■called aloud to his companions: "Take th' chance, lads, while yet we 'ave 'im! 'Twill be th' makin' o' us, an' 'tis •fifty puns to each! Stand by, bullies! we'll make meat o' th' cussed spy!—Up, Larry, an' close the 'atch on 'im! I'll 'old the gangway." His action and outspoken hostility was ao sudden as to take me by surprise, and, had the others responded to his call, it would surely have gone hard with me. But instead of springing to the succor of their mate, th(^ - remained standing as though the quick shifting of the situation had for the moment dazed them. The earnestness of the fellow's purpose showed in the rapid change that came over his face. From a «ulky expression it had altered to one of wide awake ferocity, and the listless droop ■of arms and shoulders givan place to tense muscles and rounded chest, through the hairiness of which the perspiration stood •out in beads. Even with this menace before me I could but think what a simple fool the man was. Instead of quietly following my lead and getting me at a disadvantage, he had chosen to beard me against the odds of my cutlass and the lukewarmnoss of his mates. At the same time, it was no case for argument, nor would it do to temporize an instant. Ere the promise of reward for my capture or the easy chance to regain control of the schoon er could act upon the slowly moving minds of the well-disposed seamen, I had nipped the mutiny (if it could be so called), and had the ringleader begging for mercy. Without drawing my cutlass, I advanced upon the fellow as though to close with him. 112 mind me now that he was left-handed, and, aa the fist holding the knife swayed aloft aad came down, I seized its wrist and with «. violent turn whipped his elbow out of jatat as one twists the leg from a well-cooked fowi. As my hand stayed his he clutched tny thront with his right, but as his joint •jiarted h* gave a howl of agony, dropped the itcnife an<i my collar at once, and sank to hi* knees roaring like a bull. ['basically the man had been BO match far me, and 1 ought have hammered ti>* life from him and met with little opposition or resistance. Holding him for a brief ■pace, that my power might impress his companions as well as himself, I dropped him, and he sank to the deck with a moan that made me almost regret my act. But the demands of war, self-preserva tion, pride, and the safety of others leave little latitude for the sentiment of pity in time of action. Had I in anger alone dis jointed the groaning man my conscience (which, tliank God, has never been seared into inactivity) might have upbraided me, but now I felt no great pang of remorse as I sprang up the ladder, calling the two to follow. • If the plucky resistance of the disabled seaman had impressed the others, such im pression seemed to have disappeared as they came with me into the air above. Like owls suddenly brought into sunshine, they blinked in the now broadened light, and, hanging onto the halyards of the foremast, gazed with plain interest at the tumult about them. Sailors though they were, I would have wagered that never had they faced such a sight from so small a craft, and this was made certain when the man named Larry bawled at me, while for a mo ment I gripped the same rope with him: "Barrin' an eaße o' breath, ye might as well ha' left us below. The craft can't live long this way here. 'l'is a matter o' wind or Davy Jones, an' ye had better whistle for the first, let it come high or low. Belay all, an' stand by!" His exclamation was caused by a sudden jerk of the schooner, followed by a sidelong dip, and a whole green sea came aboard over the starboard bow. The full force of it was broken by the house on the forecastle hatch, but the bulk swept over all obstacles like a cascade, and, rising to our hips, drove us clear of the deck in a twinkling. In a bunch we hung onto the halyards until the rush subsided and let our feet come to the planking once more. I saw the flood sweep aft and foain over the break of the poop, while torrents poured down the gal ley and into the forecastle. It was the worst drenching the craft had yet expe rienced, and a few more such visitors would send enough water into (lie hold to make her loggy, and that would have been the last straw, as I guessed the pumps to be useless for want of care. Had I had a full crew, nothing could have been done to ease our state or render our position less peril ous. The fact that the seas were now more boisterous, though the calm had lasted above an hour, told me that a vicious force was still at work over the breast of the ocean. Though the sun might have been fairly up by this, there was no certainty of the fact, for the light was a greenish gray, and the clouds hung low and in furrows, fold on fold, to where the horizon was blotted out in a thick foglike haze. No land was in sight, and all about nothing showed save the hell ish turmoil of the sea and the 'owering menace of the sky above. How long the schooner might have lived thus there can be no surety, and even to me, knowing as I did the soundness of each beam, rib and treenail, it was a wonder she had thus far held her Bpars and timbers so bravely. But she had no longer to test a broad side battering. Having at present nothing to fear from the men (£OT even had they been given to plotting it were against human na ture to strike at me while death threatened all), I was about descending into the cabin after ordering the two to take the limp sur geon forward and stow him in a bunk. For a moment I stood and watched them careen ing along the deck with their burden, won dering if it were wise to allow them to come in contact with their disabled mate. I saw the passage made in safety and turned to go my way when, on casting my eye over the taffrail, I beheld a wall of spray tearing ♦ long the sea off the starboard quarter. The line of its advance was as clear as that of & thunder gust, and I had barely time to cast loose the main sheet and raise my voice when the squall struck us. Terrible as was its appearance, it had not the weight of the Blast that had opened the ball the night be fore, but it heeled us far on our beam's ends, while sea after sea planted themselves against the bilge and rolled on deck until I Ceared we would founder under the sheer pounding of the brine. Like lightning the boom had flashed to larboard, and that spar with most of its canvas lay on the waves. I had grasped the wheel and hung on for my life. It seemed that we would never right again, and I was watching the flood pouring over us when, with a clap like the discharge of a cannon, the staysail burst, a cloud of rags blowing away to leeward like wads from a gun. The very angle of the vessel saved her from carrying the tons of water that had beaten in, and, as the headsail let go, as an animal goaded to des peration, the l'hantom rose and, gathering way, fled before the gale. We fled before the gale, and like thixspin ning srpoondrift picked up by the wind and scattered broadcast without form or consist ence so also fled my notice of details. Of the three terrible days during which this storm lasted I mind me only of a few poig nant facts standing out against a back ground of remembered misery. The second stage of the tempest was fiercer by far than was the first, and the wind came from a quarter almost exactly opposite the point from which it broke on.the night of August 11—namely, southeast. And with it came rain—a pent-up deluge that laced the sea and sky with parallel lines like strings of polished steel wire. While we held the wind astern it was endurable, but later, when we bore into the gale, one's face could not suffer long exposure to the blast that drove the liquid pellets before it like volleys of buck shot. We had not held our way for long when it became plain that to escape by running was impossible, as the following seas veach»d a height and speed that threatened to poop the schooner at any moment. It had finally came to laying to or being wrecked out of hand, and every opening in the vessel was dosed as tightly as possible in preparation for the move. It was an anxious moment when the ma neuver to come about was made. Each one was lashed to his post, and, when I gave the order to jam down the helm, I knew that salvation or destruction might lie in the coining brief minute. The wind with which we had been fleeing fell as we struck the trough of the sea, the mountainous billows making a fair lee to the deck. I had closed my eyes as the wheel flew over, and when from an instant of com parative calm the gallant vessel rose and 1 felt the solid blast in my face instead of on my back, I shouted a thanksgiving, and in the ecstasy of my relief from long nervous tension shook hands with the sailor by my side as though he had been my lifelong friend instead of an enemy on whose death I had determined the night before, j Even though we were safely hove into the • wind the gale so increased in force as to I make it impossible to carry even a double j reefed mainsail, and there were no means at J hand for further reduction of canvas saving I to take all in. I met the difficulty by mak- J ing a sea anchor of the wreck of the top | hamper, binding the mass together and heaving it overboard with a line attached, then, by stripping the vessel of its last rag, to this drag we rode across the fearful bil lows with less straining, now pointing •qoareiy Into the wind's eye. CAMERON COUNTY PRESS, THURSDAY, MARCH 1,^*900. But, though the Phantom's antirs were reduced in violence and we existed in com parative comfort, the schooner was far from being secure, Bince the whole seas that rose and combed over the bows threatened again and again to swamp the craft, for, ere her scuppers could relieve her of the terrible weight of water from one wave, uuxither would follow and tear aft, at times driving her bow fairly under. There was nothing to do but knock away great sections of the bulwarks to give free drainage to the flood, and, this done, we could but stand and wait for what fate had in store. It was when we were thus driven to in action that one life was lost. I Was stand ing by the wheel, drenched, exhausted, and fast falling into my former state of dull apathy. The galley doors had been fastened to keep out the water, and the forecastle hatch was closed, though not secured. Larry and the New Bedford man were close to me, crouched in the lee cabin house. Togo forward was to court death, and, though the quarter was no place for a seaman off duty, all attempts at discipline and sea eti quette had given way before the common danger, and both men kept aft to be clear of the rush of the sea. In a half-dreamy way I was conning the horizon dead ahead when I saw the fore castle door open and the man who had de fied me step to the deck at an interval when for a moment the deluge had subsided. He was suffering agony from his wrenched arm, for his face was working, and he held the wounded limb in his right hand. The pain of it had probably driven him to des-pera tion, or reduced his spirit into getting aft and seeking possible relief to his torment. Behind him appealed the head and part of the body of the now sobered surgeon, at whose advice he had doubtless taken the reckless step of leaving the forecastle. The man in advance seemed dazed, for he hesi tated and almost fell as the head of the schooner rase to a billow, but with an ef fort he turned toward me and staggered a step forward. At that instant I saw a huge sea lifting ahead, its ridge tottering to a fall, its fine crest rent by the wind, blow ing to leeward like smoke, and as I marked it I threw up one hand and shouted to the man to get back. Whether he understood or not I shall never know, for ere he had gotten abreast the foremast the vicious roll er boarded the schooner with a roar and at once the fellow disappeared. I saw him a second later borne swiftly along the deck toward the bulkhead passage, and before one could shout "Man overboard!" he was swept into the sea as a bucket of water would have swept away a chip. Again I marked him drifting sternward on the crest of a wave, with one hand in the air, as in appeal, his set, white face looking like paper as he gave a last terror-stricken glance at me and a shout unheard save by his Maker. n^ij/ I joL" 5* I Mutiny. To lift a finger for his rescue was beyond all but Divine power, and, though he was no more than the boom's length from me, he was as fairly seized by death as though clutched by a total malady. CHAPTER XXV. A RESPITE. It was a tragic episode, but I had seen so much tragedy crowded' into my life for the past few days that this quick and probably painles-s passing of a human soul made in my state but little impression. I looked for the doctor, but saw the doors of the forecastle fast closed, and afterward found that the force of the water had slammed them on him, knocking him from the ladder to the deck below. A pity it was that there and then it had not been he instead of my plucky enemy who had first planted foot to come aft. Better for my subsequent happi ness would it have been if, instead of the sailor, that red-faced drunkard had choked in the element he so despised. The heaving into the wind and the drown ing of the seaman were the only events which roused my blood to a heat which make the details stand out in memory. I might tell of the sufferings of Ames and Gertrude King, and of their utter indifference and total abandonment to what appeared cer tain destruction, but it would be useless. The greatest agony of either sprang from 1 seasickness and its attendingmiseries. There was not one of us who thought of food, which was probably fortunate, as our stock brought on board was brine-soaked and ru ined. Even my toughened self and t\m tougher sailors k>st heart and stomach in the deadening nausea that gradually seized us and kept its hold. The doctor, impris oned forward by the seas, and too cowardly to show his head after his one attempt to come aft, might have been in another world for all we heard or saw of him. The last drop of stimulant had gone, and with it had gone the last of even fictitious spirits. An unshakable apathy clutched our company, and, save that one lurch of the vessel was of greater violence than another, nothing marked the events of hours. Fear had passed; anxiety was dead; day and night were meaningless terms. Weweie only wait ing the final stroke, a wrench, an open seam, and then the blessed end. Mechanically I placed rain-soaked cloths on the wounded ribs of my friend and on the gashed head of his sister, and offered to them rain water squeezed from a square cloth of canvas. It was not because my in terest in either ran high; friendship for one and love for the other had fallen with my nerve force into a latent state, and I bare ly responded to their needs—to my own I responded not at all. Mechanically I went to the deck, only to meet the same lead overhead and the same towering majesty of water, neither of which impressed me (for I was far past being impressed) more than I have since been by a flat calm. The pitiless rain in my face and eyes would rouse in me a dull sense of discomfort, just as a sleeping child unconsciously resents dis turbance, but that was all. I would go be low, meeting the lack-roster eyes of the sail i ors, who had also sought shelter in the eahin, the <WthHke forms of the two on the floor, and feel that we were all sink ing into the languor of starvation and pro longed strain. By the end of the third day the Phan tom was practically a floating wreck, though for all I. could see not a line had [rarted, noi a spar, other than the topmast, been dis placed. But there was no longer a buoyant lift to her bows, and the seas ran danger ously near the level of the deck—a fact that plainly spoke of water in the hold, it hav ing drained from above or leaked between her strained planks. There had been no at tempt at pumping, for no man could have stood at the brakes in the deluge that came aboard, and now we were settling, helped mightily by the nature of our cargo. But the knowledge of it gave me no trouble, nor was there a comment made on the fact, though to three of us at least the condi tions were clearly apparent. [TO BE CONTINUED.] PAST GLORY. The Moral K fleet the Itul»* <>f Copan Have Upon (he Vlaltlnv Traveler, In 1570 Don Diego Gurcia de Palacio, an officer of the king of Spain, jour neying' from Guatemala to San Pedro, passed through the ruins of Copan, and in a letter to Philip ll.—a letter that is still preserved in the British museum —describes what he saw there. His description is such as might be writ ten to-day by any intelligent traveler; the buildings were in complete ruin and the Indians who lived in the vicinity were unable to give him any enlight enment concerning them. Yet this was only 46 years after the expedition of Chaves. There is but one reasonable conclu sion—the city was abandoned and in ruins long before the arrival of the Spaniards; all tradition concerning it was lost, and its name forgotten. Its glory was never beheld by Europeans. Could we conceive of that privilege as having been theirs, what would have been their astonishment, when, issuing from the rocky passes and dangerous defiles of the eordilleras, they first be held the vision of this enchanted valley with its guardian city? Standing in such a situation and gazing on that scene in its present aspect, clothed in the melancholy charm of the wilder ness, I was filled with admiration at the consciousness of what must have been, from the beauty of the situation and the barbaric grandeur of its archi tecture, the effect of that proud city in its prime. The moral effect of all these ruins on the traveler who sojourns among them is not easily described. They have an atmosphere that is not shared by any other ruins in the world. The silence of the tomb pervades them. The sol emn and sympathetic shade of the for est wraps them like the sacred dead as in a shroud of living verdure, where clinging moss and ferns, as though in pity, seem to hide what time has worn away. Bulletin of American Geo graphical Society. GAINED HIS POINT. A "Chronic Kicker" Who liy Qneei neanonlnir Got Wlint He Was After. Some years ago an Irishman named Pat Noonan had a vegetable stand in one of the city markets. Pat was a chronic kicker for what he considered "his rights," and at the same time about as shrewd and witty a specimen of the Emerald islander as could be found in a week's travel, outside of the "ould dart;" and no matter how awk ward a predicament he found himself in his mental quickness generally showed him a way out. One day he was complaining to the superintendent of the market that the rent of his stall was altogether too high, and after giving various reasons why it should be materially reduced, he wound up by solemnly declaring that he was losing at least a thousand dollars a year. "Well, Pat, if that's the case," said the superintendent, dryly, "I'd advise you to sell out and quit the business at once. You certainly can't afford to keep on if you are running behind a thousand dollars a year." "Sliure, an' I know it," said Pat, philosophically; "the business is ruin in' me intoirely, but I moight ez well sthiek to it now that I'm at it. 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