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IF LOVE WERE A SONG.
'it I.ove were a Song, I - -uld borrow his
voice
And. singing with notes of gold,
■Would carry his messages, passing sweet,
To the hearts of the young and the old.
.And the tones of my song should be borne
along
I.lke the chiming of bells afar;
Ar.d my voice should be heard like a lonely
bird.
Or the gleam of a falling star,
If Love were a Song.
If Love were a Flower, I would borrow his
form,
And softly his heart unfold
To the whispering sigh of the scented wind
Sweeping over the hills of gold.
And the blue In the eyes of the morning
skies
More radiantly fair should shine;
And the crimson streak on the mountain's
cheek
Should deepen at sight of mine.
If Love were a Flower.
But If Love were a Song, he would languish
and die
With the effort that gave him birth.
And if Love were a Flower, he must wither
and fade.
And his glory must fall to earth;
But his spirit is bright, like the shaft of
light
That shines out In the heart of a storm.
And love doth last an eternity past,
An eternity still to come!
For Love Is our Home!
—Jessie Acheson, in N. Y. Weekly.
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My Strangest Case
CY GUY BOOTHBY.
Author of "Dr. Kikola," " The Beautiful
White Devil, '* "Pharos, The
Egyptian," Etc.
V J
PART IV.— CONTINUED.
"There's more in the case than meets
the eye," he said, suspiciously; "and 1
fancy, if only we could see the bot
tom of it, we should discover that your
two proteges are as flue a pair of ras
cals as could be fouud on the continent
of Asia."
"I don't know anythingabout that,"
Grantham replied. "1 only know that
they were a miserable couple, and
that 1 did the best I could for them.
You wouldn't have had me leave them
in the jungle, surely?"
"I am not aware 1 have said so," the
•other answered, stiffly. "The only
thing I object to is your treating them
as if they were martyrs, when iu all
probability they deserve all the pun
ishment they received."
Grantham was too wise to carry the
(argument any further. He knew that
•when Handiman was in his present
"(humor the best thing to do was to
ieave him alone in it. He accordingly
returned to the hut where the two
men were domiciled, and attended to
Iheir comfort, as far as lay in his pow
«r. His heart had been touched by
their misery. He did not give as a rea
ison for the trouble he took the fact
r ;hat the face of the elder man remind
-led him of his own venerable father,
the worthy old Somersetshire vicar;
it was a fact, nevertheless. For a
week the unfortunate couple were
domiciled at the ford, and during that
time Grantham attended to their
nvants with the assiduity of a
blood relation. Meanwhile Handiman
scoffed and bade him take heed for the
valuables, lest his new-found friends
should appropriate them. He did not
believe in honest gratitude, he de
. dared, particularly where homeless
wanderers in the Burmese jungle were
concerned. At last, however, they
were so far recovered as to be able to
proceed 011 their way once more.
•"We have to thank you for our lives,
sir," said Kitwater to Grantham,
when the time came for them to say
to the ford. "Had it not been
•for you we would probably be dead
.men now. 1 don't know whether we
tfahull ever be able to repay your kind
ness, that is with Allah, but if the op
portunity should ever arise you may
be sure we will not neglect it. What
ever we may be now, you may take it
that we were gentlemen once. There's
just one favor 1 should Wke to ask of
you, sir, before we part!"
"What is it?" Grantham inquired.
■"I want you, sir, to give me a letter
of introduction to the gentleman in
your regiment who looked after the
stranger you told me of, when he came
here out of China. I've got a sort of
iiotion in my head that even if he is
not our friend, that is to say the man
we are searching for, he may happen
to know something of him."
"I will give you the letter with pleas
ure," Grantham replied. "I am sure
•Gregory will be only too pleased tc
/help you as far as lies in his power."
The letter was accordingly w'ritten
and handed to Kitwater, w ho stowed it
away in his pocket as if it were a price
less possession. Then, when they hat;
bade their protector farewell, they ir
their turn set off along the track thai
Hayle had followed two months be
fore, and indue course arrived al
IJhamo. Here they presented the let
ter they had obtained to Capt. Charles
Pauneefort Gregory, who, as may be
supposed, received it with manifest
astonishment.
"Well," said he,"of all the stories
have heard since I have been in th(
•east, this is the most extraordinary
I thought that other chap was abou
as unfortunate a beggar as could wel
be, but you beat him hollow at even
turn. Now, look here, before Igo anj
further, I must have my friend witl
me. He is the man who discovered tin
other chap, and I'm sure he would lik<
to hear your story."
Dempsey was accordingly sum
ncnoned, and his wonderment was a
vgreat as his friend's had been.
"Now," said Gregory, when Demp
sey had been made familiar with thi
other's story, "what is it you want ti
>know about the man we picked up
.Ask your questions, and we'll do tin
ibest we can to answer them."
In reply to Kit water's questions
Gregory and Dempsey described, a
ua kiici iViiie lac upp«aiaat><
of the man whom they had helped.
The schedule was in a great measure
satisfactory, but not altogether.There
were so many English in Burmah who
were tall, and who had dark eyes and
broad shoulders. Little Codd leant
towards his companion, and, taking
his hand, made some signs upon it.
"That's so, my little man," said
Ivirtwater, nodding his head, approv
ingly. "You've hit the nail on the
head." Then, turning to Gregory, he
continued: "Perhaps, sir, you don't
happen to remember whether he had
any particular mark upon either of his
wrists?"
Gregory replied that he had not no
ticed anything extraordinary, but
Dempsey was by 110 means so forget
ful.
"Of course he had," he answered. "I
remember noticing it for the first time
when I pulled him out of the ford and
afterwards when he was in bed. An
inch or so above his left wrist he had
a tattooed snake swallowing his own
tail. It was done in blue and red ink,
and was as nice a piece of work as ever
I have seen."
"I thank you, sir," Kit water re
plied, "you've hit it exactly. By the
living thunder he's our man, after all.
Heaven bless you for the news you
have given us. It puts new life into
me. We'll find him yet, Coddy, my boy.
I thank you, sir, again and again."
He held out his hand, which Demp
sey felt constrained to shake. The
man was trembling with excitement.
"I tell you, sir," he continued, "that
you don't know how we loved that
man. If it takes the whole of our
lives, and if we have to tramp the whole
world over to do it, we'll find him
yet!"
"And if I'm not mistaken, it will be
a bad day fov him when you do find
him," putin Gregory, who had been
an observant spectator of the scene.
"Why should you hate him so?"
"How do you know that we do hate
him?" Kit water asked, turning his
sightless face in the direction whence
the other's voice proceeded. "Hate
him, why should we hate him? We
have 110 grudge against him, Coddy, my
boy, have we?"
Mr. Codd shook his head gravuly.
No! they certainly had no grudge.
Nothing more was to be gleaned from
them. Whatever their connection with
George Bertram or Gideon Ilayle may
have been, they wero not going to com
mit themselves. When they had in
quired as to his movements after leav
ing I'hamo, they dropped the subject
altogether, and, thanking Ilie officers
for the courtesy shown them, with
drew.
Their manifest destitution, and the
misery they had suffered, had touched
the kindly white residents of that far
off place, and a subscription was
raised for them, resulting in the col
lection of an amount sufficient to en
able them to reach Rangoon in com
parative comfort. When they arrived
at that well-known seaport, they vis
ited the residence of a person with
whom it was plain they were well ac
quainted. The interview was presum
ably satisfactory on both sides, for
jl^
ON A SUNDAY IN THE INDIAN OCEAN
KITWATER HELD A SERVICE
ON THE DECK.
when they left the house Kitwater
squeezed Codd's hand, saying as he
did so:
"We'll have him yet, Coddy, my boy,
mark my words, we'll have him yet.
lie left in the Jemadar, and he thinks
we are lying dead in the jungle at this
moment. It's scarcely his fault that
we are not, is it? But when we get hold
of him, we'll well, we'll let him
see what we can do, won't we,
old boy? He stole the treasure
and sneaked away, abandoning us
to our fate. In consequence I
■ shall never see the light again; and
you'll never speak to mortal man.
We've Mr. Gideon Hayle to thank for
that, and if we have to tramp round
the world to do it, if we have to hunt
for him in every country 011 the face
of the earth, we'll repay the debt we
owe him."
; Mr. Codd's bright little eyes twinkled
in reply. Then they shook hands sol
emnly together. It would certainly
prove a bad day for Gideon Hayle
I should he ever have the ill-luck to fall
into their hands.
Two days later they shipped aboard
- the mailboat as steerage passengers
I for England. They had been mission
aries in China, so it was rumored or
' board, and their zeal had been repaif
1 by the cruelest torture. On a Hun
• day in llie Indian ocean, Kitwater helc
' a service on deck, which was attendee
by every class. He preached an elo
• quent sermon on the labors of thi
i missionaries in the far east, ant
from that moment became so populai
- on board that,, when the steamei
reached English waters, a subscript lor
> was taken up 011 behalf of the suffer
t'rs, which resulted in the collection o:
an amount sufficient to b.e.'w them wel
on their way to London as soon as thej
, reached Liverpool.
s "Now," said Kitwater, as they stooc
i togcllicr at LliC wharf with, the pitilesi
CAMERON COUNTY PRESS, THURSDAY, APRIL 10, 1902.
English rain pouring down upon them,
wetting them to the skin, "what we
have to do is to find Gideon Dayle as
soon as possible."
CHAPTER I.
It has often struck me as being a
remarkable circumstance that, in
nine cases out of ten, a man's suc
cess in life is not found in the ca
reer he originally chose for himself,
but in another and totally different
one. That mysterious power, "force
of circumstances," is doubtless re
sponsible for this, an 4no better
illustration for my argument could
be found than my own case. I be
lieve my father intended that I
should follow the medical profession,
while my mother hoped 1 would enter
the church. My worthy uncle, CI ut
ter fie Id, the eminent solicitor of Lin
coln's Inn Fields, offered me riy
articles, and would possibly have
eventually taken me into partner
ship. But I would have none of these
things. My one craving was for ti«
sea. If I could not spend my life
upon salt water, existence wotld
have 110 pleasure for me. My fatter
threatened, my mother wept, Un.'le
Clutterfield prophesied all sorts of
disasters, but I remained firm.
"Very well," said my fhther, wh*n
he realized that further argument
was hopeless, "since 3011 must goto
sea, goto sea you certainly shell.
But you mustn't blame me if yju
find that the life is not exactly what
you anticipate, and that you would
prefer yourself on dry laud once
more."
1 willingly gave this promise, aud
a month later left Liverpool as in
apprentice 011 the clipper ship Maid
of Normandy. Appropriately enough
the captain's name was Fairweather,
and he certainly was a character in
his way. In fact the whole ship's
company were originals. Had my fa
ther searched all England through ie
could not have discovered a set of
men, from the captain to the cook's
mate, who would have been better
calculated to instil in a young man's
heart a distaste for Father Neptune
and his oceans. 111 the number of the
various books of the sea I have en
countered was one entitled: "A
Floating Ilell." When reading it I
had not expected to have the misfor
tune to be bound aboard a vessel of
this type. It was my lot, however,
to undergo the experience. We car
ried three apprentices, including my
self, citch of whom had paid a large
sum for the privilege. I was the
youngest. The eldest was the son
of a country parson, a mild, decent
lad, who eventually deserted and be
came a house-painter in the South
Island of New Zealand. The jn'xt
was washed overboard when we were
rounding the Horn on our homeward
voyage. Poor lad, when all was said
and done he could not have been
much worse off, for his life on board
was a disgrace to what is sometimes
erroneously called "human nature."
Indue course, as we cleared for San
Francisco, and long before we
crossed the line. I was heartily tired
of the sea. In those days, few years
ago as it is, sailors were not so well
protected even as they arc now, and
011 a long voyage aboard a sailing
ship it was possible for a good deal
to happen that was not logged, and
much of which was forgotten before
■ the vessel reached its home-port
again. When 1 returned from my
j first voyage my family inquired how
i I liked my profession, and with all
truth, I informed them that I did
I not like it at all, and that I would
| be willing to have my indentures can
i eeled and to return to shore life
| once more, if I might be so permit
] ted. My father smiled grimly, and
seemed to derive considerable satis
faction from the fact that he had
prophesied disaster from the outset.
"No," he said, "you have made your
] bed, my lad, and now you must lie
I upon it. There is still a considerable
portion of your apprenticeship to be
served, and it will be quite soon
enough for us at the end of that
time to decide what you are to do."
A month later I was at sea again,
bound this time for Sydney. We
reached that port on my nineteenth
birthday, and by that time I had
made up my mind. Articles or no arti
cles, I was determined to spend no
more of my life on board that hateful
ship. Accordingly, one day having
obtained shore leave, I purchased a
new rig-out and, leaving my sea-togs
with the Jewish shopman, I made
tracks, as the saying goes, into the
bush with all speed. Happen what
might, I was resolved that Capt. Fair
weather should not set eyes on
George Fairfax again.
From that time ohward my career
was a strange one. I became a ver
itable Jack-of-all-trades. A station
hand, p roustabout, shearer, assistant
to a traveling hawker, a gold miner,
and af last a trooper in one of the
finest tidies of men in the world,
the Queensland mounted police. It
was in this curious fashion that I
arrived at my real vocation. After
a considerable period spent at head
quarters, I was drafted to a station
in the far west. There was a good
deal of horse and sheep stealing go
ing on in that particular locality, and
a large amount of tact and ingenui
ty was necessary to discover the
criminals. 1 soon found that this was
a business at which I was likely to
be successful. More than once I had
the good fortune to be able to bring
to book men who had carried on their
trade for years, and who had been
entirely unsuspected. Eventually iny
reputation in this particular line of
business became noised abroad, until
It came to the ears of the commis
sioner himself. Then news reached
us that a dastardly murder had been
committed in the suburbs of Bris
bane, and that the police were unable
to obtain any clew as to the identi
ty of the person accountable for it.
Two or three men were arrested on
suspicion, but were immediately dis
i charged ca being ia a position to give
a satisfactory account of their ac
tions on the night of the murder. It
struck me that J should like to taka
tip the case, and with the confidence
of youth I applied to the commis
sioner for permission to be allowed
to try my hand at unraveling the
mystery. What they thought of my
impudence I cannot say, but the fact
remains that my request, after being
backed Tip by my inspector, was
granted. The case was a particular
ly complicated one, and at one time
1 was beginning to thtak that I
should prove no more successful than
the others had been. In the end,
however, I came upon the murderer,
who, seeing himself very neatly
trapped, placed a revolver to his right
temple and, before I could prevent
him, pulled the trigger.
At the conclusion of this case I re
signed my position in the police of the
northern colony, and joined the detec
tive staff in Melbourne, seeing in their
service a good deal of queer life and
ferreting out not a small number of
extraordinary cases. The experience
gained there was invaluable, and led
me, after one particularly interesting
piece of business in which I had the
good fortune to be most successful, to
entertain the notion of quitting gov
ernment employ altogether, and set
ting up for myself. I did so, and soon
had more work upon my hand than I j
could very well accomplish. But I
was too ambitious to be content with
small things, and eventually came to
the conclusion that there was not
enough scope in the colonies for me.
After 15 years' absence, therefore, I
returned to England, spending a year
in the further east en route in order
to enlarge my experience, and to qual- j
ify myself for any work that might
come to ine from that quarter.
On a certain bitterly cold day in
January 1 reached Liverpool from the
United States, and took the train for
my old home. My father and mother
had long since died, and now all that
remained to me of them was the stone
slab that covered their resting place in
the quiet little churchyard at the foot
of the hill.
"Well, here I am," I said to myself,
"33 years old and alone in the world.
Nobody knows me in England, but it I
won't be my fault if they don't hear of
George Fairfax before very long. I'll !
be off to London and try my fortune j
there."
[To Be Continued.]
WHAT HE WANTED.
'llir Man with the Fluent irount «(
'lVart Win Heutly tu VVr«K
Anywhere.
There are funny incidents in th# |
life of a photographer. A man came
in the other day and looked over all
the samples, asking the price of each*
says the Edinburgh Scotsman.
"Do you want a sitting?" I asked.
"I don't see nothin' like what I
want,'" he replied.
I told him, if he would indicate
what he wanted, that I might ar
range it.
"I don't know as you can," he said,
"for I don't see nothin' at all like
what I want."
I repeated what I had already said,
lie asked me to sit while he told me. j
"You see, it's like this,"he began, j
"I had a girl that I loved, and we i
was going to git married. She had j
her things made up, and we was all |
but ready, when she was taken ill '
and died. And what I wanted was j
a picture of me sittin' on her grave
weepinV*
I was touched at the homely story
of grief, and told him I could send
a man with him to the grave and
have the picture taken as he de
sired.
"It's some distance," he said. "It's
over in Ireland. I expect it 'ud cost
a lot to send over your traps for what j
I want?"
I said it would.
"I thought," he answered, "that
mebbe you could rig up a grave here
in your shop and I would weep on it,
and it would do just as well. It's no
trouble for me to weep anywhere."
Reciprocity Limited.
In May and June steamers laden with
green peas and strawberries leave
Brittany daily for England. These are
the spoils of the rich lands about Brest.
After Fashoda and the Dreyfus af
fair, when an anti-English feeling was
rampant, a grocer of this district, dis
tinguished in his abuse of the British,
denounced the whole race as "despic
able preserve-merchants."
"Why 'despicable preserve-mer
chants?' " some one asked.
"Because they make the jams they
sell to us. They have no sugar and no
fruit. Despicable? Why, they take
our sugar and our fruit, and they make
us buy their jams!"
A storj' as slight as this from Rev.
S. Baring-Gould's "Book of Brittany"
would be overweighted by the addition
of a moral, but it may be hinted that
to err peasants and politicians—of a
certain stripe—are liable aliks.
Turned Over to Mary.
A recently published story of the
late Lord Morris illustrates his scorn
of red tape and petty details.
A question had arisen as to the cost
of heating the Irish law courts, and a
consequential treasury official was
sent over from London to Dublin on
purpose to investigate the matter.
When he introduced himself and ex
plained his errand, Lord Morris smiled
with suspicious blandness and said:
"Certainly, 1 will put you in com
munication with the person immedi
ately in charge of that department."
Then he sent out a messenger, and
presently there entered an old char
woman. Lord Morris arose and left
the room, saying as he did so:
"Mary, here is the young man to see
about the coal."
IlrlnKH lltm Out Kverjr Time.
You never really know a man unless
you allow yourself to owe him money.
—Chicago Daily News,
POST CHECK MONEY.
A Sfw KIIXI[I>«I1IIII for the Knxy and
Sale T run Mini MM If, n of t.'urreney
TliroiiKi> Hie MHUM.
A clear-headed business man has put
his practical mind to work and evolved
u sensible plan for postal currency
which has been embodied in the Mc-
Millan-Gardner bill now before con
gress. It seems to be altogether the
best suggestion yet pat forth for se
curing a safe and convenient method
of sending money through the mail.
In brief, it, is proposed to re-issneall |
one, two and five-dollar treasury notes, |
coin or silver certificates now in circu- j
lation and have the faces of the new j
bills provided with blank lines. This j
would be the ordinary money of the i
day. When one wishes to send money |
by mail, say $2.00; he takes such a bill j
from his pocketboolc, writes on its face
the name of the person or lirm to whom
it is logo, the city and state, affixesand
cancels a two-cent stamp in the square I
indicated (one-cent stamp for ac
tional bills), and signs his name on the
back. The bill which previously was
negotiable money now becomes a per
sonal check on the United States gov
ernment for $2.00, as safe for trans- j
mission as any bank check. It is en- j
closed in a letter to the persrfn or firm j
desired and is collected by the receiver) j
upon identification at the post'office j
named, a new bill being given for the j
old one.
The scheme would be of great benefit
to farmers, business men and publish- j
ers; ladies would appreciate its con
venience. Business houses now receive j
large quantities of postage stamps i
through the mail's. One Chicago pub- j
lislier reports the receipt of $350,000 in j
stamps in one year, nearly SI,OOO per [
day. Ot hers have this same experience
on a smaller scale. With post check i
money this nuisance is avoided as well
as the tiresome and time-consuming 1
trip to the post office to secure a money ,
order; a convenient, safe and instantly
available form of money is supplied
with which the public can safely
transact mail business which now ag
gregated in small sums upwards of two
billion dollars a year. The small fee j
charged would probably aggregate a
larger revenue to the government than j
is received from the present money or- j
der system. The continual retirement !
and re-issuing of these bills would in- j
sure clean money and keep the ci'rcula- !
tion at par.
The financial policy of the govern- i
ment is not disturbed, the only change
being in the form of printing upon the 1
bills. The inventor offers the govern
ment his patent free of cost upon adop
tion. The acceptance of this system
would be hastened if all who desire it
would write their senators and repre
sentatives in Washington urging its
adoption.
A CASE OF PROVIDENCE.
Jnnc* lfn<t Everything Ftxeil All
Hittht So Tiiere AVUM XO ltinme
toDilnff to Hint.
"I have heard more or less about i
the ways of Providence," said a De
troiter who was in a reflective mood
the other day, relates the Free Press, j
"and I can cite what looks like a fair j
instance of it. I was :n the western |
part of the state this last winter, j
and business took ine out to a farm !
where a portable steam engine was |
sawing wood. Things were running j
at high pressure, with half a dozen j
en at work, and I sat down on a I
og with my man to talk business. An j
ngineer might have noticed by the j
liss of the steam that the water in j
the boiler of the engine was low, but j
of course I had no suspicions. I had J
been talking for perhaps ten min- |
utes when a big rat ran out from
under a pile of wood and made for
the barn. Some one raised a yell,
and we all jumped up and grabbed
clubs and started after the rodent.
The snow was deep enough to bother
him, and we overtook him about 200
feet from the engine. We were in a
circle and whacking at him when !
there was a roar like a cannon and
every man was knocked flat. The J
boiler had b«rst, and if we had kept
our places not a man of us would
have escaped death. As it was, no
one was even hurt. A justice of the
peace came along just then and said
he thought he'd better hold an in
quest.
" 'As no one has been killed, what's
the use of an inquest?' was asked.
" 'To fix the blame for the burst
up,' he replied.
" 'But how are you going to do it?'
" 'You'll see. Now, then, Jones, you
wa.s running the engine?'
"'I was.'
" 'You know all about engines and
boilers ?'
" 'I do.'
" 'Steam wasn't too high nor water
too low in this case?'
" 'No, sir.'
" 'Everything just as if should be
when she took a bust, and you can
swear to it?'
" 'Yes, sir.*
" 'All right. When a biler busts
either Jones or Providence is to
blame for it, and as Jones has
cleared himself there's nothing to do
but to lay it onto Providence and be
durned glad it was no worse!' "
Dummy Wrniioim for OtllrerH.
The new war otHce regulations will
la/ down that an officer is still to
carry a revolver in his belt, but is
also to be equipped with a carbine.
Some wiseacre has induced the au
thorities to add that no carbine am
munition whatever is to l>e allowed.
The carbine is to be merely a dummy
weapon, the idea being to make the
officer as little distinguishable from
his men as possible, but at the same
time to prevent him from yielding to
the temptation to shoot when he
should be looking after his men,—
Allahabad Pioneer,
THE "WATER CURE."
Grn. Funslon Df»< rlben u TTetlind otf
Torture Said to llavn Itfin
tlci tl In (tip I'l: 1111>|tiiic«.
Ocn. Frederick Funston, in discuss
ing- the "water cure," a form of tor
ture eliarjyed against the soldiers in
the Philippines, said that lie had
never seen the "water cure" applied,
but he had heard it described. "The
victim is botrird and a canteen forced
into his mouth," said the general.
"Jlis head is thrown upward and
back and his raose grasped by the
fingers of the torturer. Strangula
tion follows as a matter of course.
'When the victim) is about suffocated
the application i;» released and he is
given a chance to talk on recovery or
take another dose of it. The opera
tion is brutal beyond a doubt, but
hardly fatal.
"The charges which I have just re
futed at the request of the war de
partment was most vague. It was
made by 'a soldier' and to the effect
that he had 'helped administer the
water cure tic 100 natives.' That is
the kind of rot ;n soldier is apt to
write home when business is dull
and he has three or four beers un
der his jacket to help his imagina
tion. Nothing of the kind ever oc
curred with the knowledge of the of
ficers or ever occurred at all, for
that matter."
Vomlbllltj' <»* the Future.
If Eastern Siberia grows in the
next 50 years as our western states
have grown in the last half century,
remarks the Chicago Inter Ocean, the
people of Siberia and the United
States will be singing "Hands Across
the Sea" to a new tune.
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