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SOMETHING GOLD CANNOT BUY
inhere Is something far better than
wealth.
Which men strive for and hoard till
they die;
'For tbe life that is blessed with good
health
Wears a crown that no riches can buy;
And the mind of contentment and ease,
Neither harassed by trouble nor care,
tfas a rest in Its haven of peace,
AH unknown to the proud millionaire.
There Is that which the world with Its
gold.
With its grandeur, and glory and might,
Is unable to give or withhold,
For Its pains do its pleasures all blight.
The good heart that Is tilled with pure
love.
And that feels for another's deep woe,
9Hs»s the source of Its joy from above,
A fount that never ceases to flow.
■Better than wealth is the mind that
soars,
And delights in its search for truth;
That all the wide range of knowledge
explores,
As a help and example to youth.
The mines that yield us jewels most rare
Are devoid of a gem the most pure;
And virtue set in her graces all fair,
Is a jewel alone to endure.
There is something far better than gold,
That will rival the most precious stone,
A conscience correct is of value untold,
A compass that will guide to the throne,
If we list to its dictates of right.
We can face the unknown without fear;
And the angel of death, In his might,
Will cause not a sigh nor a tear.
—A. Van Derwerken, in N. Y. Observer.
The KIDNAPPED
MILLIONAIRES
A Tale of Wall Street
and the Tropics **
By FREDERICK U. ADAMS
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Copyright, 1801, I>Y Lothrop Publishing Company.
All rights reserved.
CHAPTER XVII.— CONTINUED.
They approached the gateway con
necting the ocean with the bay.
Thijj they found to be a passage
tint more than 100 yards in width,
the cliffs rising perpendicularly or
beetling over the water. Outside was
a bar over wbich the long swell of
the ocean rolled in curling breakers,
as they reached the upheave of the
shore. Inside was deeper water,
where the waves regained a part of
their strength as they glided smooth
ly into the gateway.
"Let's see if we can get outside,"
■said Mr. Kent. "If we can pass those
breakers we can paddle out a mile or
so and perhaps size up this island.
Let's try it. You can swim, 1 sup
pose?"
"Yes, I can swim, and I guess we
will have to before we can pass
those breakers," said Sidney, as he
watched the great surges sweep over
the bar. "We will try it if you wish
to take the risk."
"1 am not afraid," said Mr. Kent,
•stoutly.
"All right. We will leave our guns
and shoes ashore," suggested Sidney.
"Our shirts and trousers are no more
(incumbrance than a bathing suit."
They stripped and paddled the raft
"boldly out to the bar. The nearer
they approached the higher did the
combers appear. A mass of green
water would rise from the sea; its
upper edge frayed with a line of
light; the top-heavy mass would
rpoise for an instant and then fall
iiu a graceful curve, breaking into
spouting masses of foam. The roar
of these falling tons of water was in
their ears, but they pushed steadily
on. A giant wave dashed its strength
out in a watery roar so near them
that the spindrift was in their eyes
and the salt on their lips.
"Now is the chance!" shouted Sid
ney. "Hard! Ilow hard!"
They pushed on their crude pad
> dies with all their strength. One
1 hundred yards away the sea was an
undulating plain of smooth rollers.
Ovuld they reach it? The next wave
rose before them. The forward end
of the raft tilted back until it was
nearly upright. Five feet in their
rear the swell broke and churned the
water in fury.
'"Hurrah!" shouted Sidney. "Once
fnore and we are all right!" As he
spoke a mountain of water welled
up from the ocean. Sidney gave it
one glance. He knew the moods of
the sea too well to make any mistake
about that wave. Fifty feet away
It reared its crest. Dark blue and
Wending green above it rose until
it towered above their heads.
"Dive into it!" cried Sidney, as the
edge of the comber broke into daz
zling white.
Nr. Kent hesitated for a moment,
but Sidney dived straight into the
breaker. For a few seconds, which
seemed minutes, his ears were filled
with the crash of waters. The under
tow pulled him down af if he were
■m. straw. It seemed as if the weight
•of tons was holding his down; but,
•with a lusty stroke he came to the
•surface. He shook the water out
■of his eyes and looked for Mr. Kent.
He was not in sight!
Sidney raised himself out of the
water as high as possible and
searched the foam-flecked water. The
succeeding wave swept over him.
Like all good swimmers, he kept his
«ryes open when under water. To the
right he saw the dark outlines of
some dark object, and struck out for
it.
As Sidney came to the surface the
second time, he saw Mr. Kent only
a> few yards away. He was conscious
ami was struggling desperately but
wildly to keep afloat. In a moment
was by his side. The uuxt
wave did not break and both had a
breathing' spoil.
"Throw your left arm across my
back and hang' to my shirt," said Sid
ney, as he passed his arm under Mr.
Kent's chest. "Keep cool; we are all
right."
Mr. Kent did not for a moment
lose his nerve or his self-control,
lie did as Sidney directed, grasp
ing his shirt with a firm hold
and using his right hand to aid in
swimming. Three times they went
below in the boiling surf, but they
HE WAS STRUGGLING DESPER
ATELY.
made slow yet steady progress to
wards the inlet. Mr. Kent did not
reply in answer to Sidney's reas
suring words, but devoted all his
energies to keeping above water.
At last they passed the danger
point, and reached the quiet waters,
where the shattered surges rolled
with a gentle swell. Mr. Kent
glanced back and released his hold.
"I'm all right," he said. "Much
obliged."
Mr. Kent struck out for the raft,
which was bobbing up and down in
the water a few rods away. Sidney
swam at his side and soon climbed
aboard the raft. He helped Mr. Kent
to his feet, and then swam for the
paddles, which were floating toward
the rocks. He recovered them and
was again safe on the raft.
"Are you all right, Mr. Kent?"
asked Sidney, as he grasped the hand
of his companion and shook it ear
nestly.
"I am all right, except that I have
a quart or more of salt water in my
stomach," said Mr. Kent, who seemed
more chagrined than hurt. "It is a
lucky thing for me that you are a
strong swimmer. I could not have
kept up. You saved my life, Ham
mond. I don't know how to thank
yoti for a little thing like that."
"Don't try," said Sidney, laughing
heartily. "I ain glad you are not in
jured. How did it happen?"
"Like a fool, I did not take your
advice and dive in time," said Mr.
Kent. "I thought the raft would
ride that wave, and so I took a
chance. It tipped squarely over
and when I tried to jump my foot
slipped. The raft came over right on
top of me, and for a moment 1 was
stunned. I don't know how long I
was under water. The first thing I
remember was when you yelled in my
ear. I knew enough to do as I was
told. In my time, I have helped per
sons out of the water, and have not
forgotten the rules. The next wave
would have fixed me. I could not
get my breath, and was losing my
strength."
They soon were on shore; removed
their garments, wrung them out, and
remained in the shade of a tree until
their clothing was dried sufficiently
to wear. Mr. Kent would listen to
no proposition involving an imme
diate return to the bungalow, and
stoutly declared he was as well as
ever. After an hour's rest they pro
ceeded to climb the slope of the rock
which formed the north portal of the
gateway. It was a long, hard strug
gle over the rocks and through brush
and briars. But they kept on and
at last stood on the summit of the
crag, 400 feet above the ocean.
"Look at that!" exclaimed Sidney.
He pointed in the direction where
there was a cleft in the ridge of hills
to the northwest. There showed the
faint outlines of a distant giant
mountain peak; a pyramid whose top
was white with eternal snow.
"See that mountain peak!" he ex
claimed. Mr. Kent's eyes were not
so good as Sidney's, but he soon
made out the outlines of a mountain.
"That peak is about 150 miles
from here," said Sidney in great joy.
"It must be on the mainland of Mex
ico or Central America. There are
no ranges on any islands with peaks
like that. We are within sight of
shore. That mountain is a long way
off, but I do not believe that it can
be more than 150 miles. It looks
like a volcano. I imagine I can see a
column of smoke above it. With a
favoring wind we can make the main
land in a day. This is great. We
| can build a boat and get away from
this island in less than two weeks at
1 the most."
"It certainly looks as if you are
• right," said Mr. Kent. "I wonder
; how big this island is?"
, They studied the shape of the
i coast, but it gave no answer to Mr.
; Kent's question. From where they
. stood it was apparent no exploration
of the shore from below was possl
! ble. Even at low tide the ocean beat
I at the foot of the rocks, casting its
s spray far up their sides. In places,
. the never-resting waves had worn
i caverns into the cliffs. They deter
s mined to make an attempt to reach
112 the northern ridge of hills by skirt
• ing the brow of the cliffs, but
postponed this until after lunch
s eon. This they ate with good
' appetite, and luckily found a spring
i of clear, cool water bubbling from
t the crevice of » rock,
t "Simon Pence Is a queer charac-
L tcr," obser\ed Sidney, tossing a bun-
CAMERON COUNTY PRESS, THURSDAY, APRIL 9, 1903.
Una skin over the cliff. "I suppose
fie means well, but he is what souie
people call a little 'near.'"
"Did you ever hear of the time
the committee waited on him to get
a contribution for some ehurity?"
asked Mr. Kent.
Sidney had not.
"It was decided to raise a sum of
money for some deserving charity,"
continued Mr. Kent. "I have forgot
ten what it was—there are so many
of them. At any rate, the paper went
the rounds, and they called on me
among others. I signed for a sum,
und glanced over the list. Morton
was down for $2,000, Rockwell had
signed for $2,500, Carmody had
pledged s3,ooo—he is very liberal and
charitable, as he can afford to be—
Haven was down for something, and
there was a lot of others. I no
ticed that Mrs. Simon Pence was on
the paper for SSO. Well, the com
mittee called on Pence. They were
admitted and explained their mis
sion. lie sighed and looked at the
list. He read it up and down, and
suddenly came upon the name Mrs.
Simon Pence. He picked up his pen
and wrote something. The commit
tee was all expectation. He handed
it back to them. What do you sup
pose they saw?"
"I am sure I cannot guess?"
"He had written 'Mr .and' before
'Mrs. Simon Pence.' That was his
contribution. There Is no way to
beat him. Let's be moving."
They made their way along the
edge of the cliffs for perhaps half a
mile, but could go no further. Re-,
tracing their steps, they again stood
on the rock overlooking "Morton's
Bay" and the ocean.
At the same moment both gave
an exclamation and pointed out to
sea. The upper rigging of a ship
showed clear on the eastern horizon,
but she was hull down on the waste
of waters. For half an hour they
gazed at the dim outlines of masts
and sails.
"She is fully 25 miles away," said
Sidney, as he gazed longingly at the
disappearing vessel. "We must erect
a signal from some point like this,
and keep a man on watch during the
day. If one ship passes more are
likely to, and some may come near
enough to see and understand our
signal."
"Look at those clouds," said Mr,
Kent. "There comes your storm.
What time is it?"
"Half past two. Those are remark
able looking clouds. I never saw
anything like them before. Let us
get our raft across the bay. If Vin
cent and Pence are wise they will
come back at once. We are going to
have some wind."
In the southeast a murky rainbow
of clouds extended over a quarter
of the horizon. The crown of this
arch reached about 30 degrees above
the sea line. Its upper edges weit(
gray, with flecks of white. Then it
shaded into a blue, and lower into
a band of darker gray. Below it
was saffron blending into a murky
red at the horizon. Before Sidney
and Mr. Kent had reached the raft,
the breeze had died away. Slowly
the dun arch climbed the heavens.
It was three o'clock when the raft
reached the place which had been
agreed upon. Sidney fired his rifle
twice as a signal; and both yelled at
the top of their voices. There was
no response, and they both fired, and
again shouted. Sidney climbed up
the rocks. He called repeatedly,
but there was no reply.
There was a moaning sound in the
air which seemed to come from the
sea. Everything was bathed in an
unearthly reddish-yellow light. The
trees were motionless as if cast in
bronze.
"See how fast the tide is rising!"
exclaimed Mr. Kent. "You can see
it rise. Look at that!"
He pointed towards the inlet. A
dark ridge rose out of the lake. On
the opposite shores was a moving
line of white.
"Jump ashore. It's a tidal bore!"
cried Sidney. The wave came roll
ing towards them like the smooth
billows in the wake of a steamship.
It lost its force as the lake widened,
but it was strong enough to ham
mer the raft against the rocks. They
pulled the raft as high on the beach
as they could. The water rose at the
rate of a foot a minute. The roar
of the surf beyond the cliffs was
like the sullen thunder. And as yet
not a breath of air.
Across the bay they saw men on
the stone deck beckoning them to
return. It was lialf-past three
o'clock. They had promised to have
the raft on the south shore at five.
Both agreed that they must wait for
Vincent and Pence. It seemed strange
they did not appear.
The arch was overhead. It looked
like a mass of writhing snakes. The
moan in the air took a higher key.
The lake was shrouded in a dark
ening pall.
Sidney felt a puff of hot air on
his face. The moan from the sea
became a roar. Three hundred feet
above, the crown of a palm tree
bowed to the west.
"This way, Mr. Kent!" shouted
Sidney. He grabbed the older man
by the arm and they dashed to the
shelter of an overhanging rock.
And not a moment too soon.
'Hie hurricane broke on the island
with a fury which seemed incar
nate. A tree which had withstood
the storm blasts of generations was
torn from the heights above and went
whirling across the lake. In a mo
ment it was dark as night.
From where the two men were shel
tered they could judge of the storm
only by the tumult. It came from
the southeast and passed over their
heads. From above there came a
torrent of water and a shower of
rocks, stones and logs. It did not
seem possible a human being could
survive such a storm for a minute.
There were occasional flashes of
light. The sky became tremulous
with Its sickening' flicker. Oraflti
nlly this became more Intense. Then
there was a glare na if the universe
had burst into flaine. The hills
seemed to rock in the explosion
which followed. Those who grow
frightened at the puny manifesta
tions of nature in a northern thun
derstorm, cannot afford to cavil at
an apparent extravagance of lan
guage essential to a word picture of
a tropical hurricane.
As night came on the storm in
creased in fury. They gave Vin
cent and Pence up as lost, and never
expected to see them alive again.
All night long they crouched under
the ledge of rock; wet and hungry
and sad at heart. The crash of fall
ing timber, the rumble of tumbling
rocks, the incessant reverberation of
thunder, the lashing of the rain, and
the spectacle of a sky aflame with
writhing skein of lightning made an
impression on their minds never to
be effaced.
But at Ave o'clock there was a
lull in the storm. There was a faint
gleam of the dawn of day. Nature
mustered her forces for one more
terrific blast. When exhausted, the
light broke through the clouds. Aa
by magic the hurricane was over.
The wind died to a refreshing
breeze. Of a sudden, the foliage on
the ridges across the bay was radi
ant with sunshine.
Sidney and Mr. Kent came from
behind the sheltering rock. They pre
sented a sorry sight. Their duck
suits were streaked with mud and
their faces tense and drawn by ex
citement and lack of sleep. Thty
washed their hands and faces in the
lake, and then climbed the ridge,
where they obtained an unbroken
view of the bay. To their delight
they saw the figures of four men
on the stone pier. Sidney waved his
hat and was greeted by an answer
ing signal. The people of the bunga
low shouted across the water, and
Sidney »nd Mr. Kent yelled in re
turn. Mr. Morton, Mr. Carmody and
his companions speedily built and
launched a new raft and were soon
rowing to the relief of the missing
ones.
"Where are Pence and Vincent?"
shouted Mr. Morton, as the raft
neared the shore.
"They did not return," said Sid
ney. "I am afraid they were lost in
the storm."
Sidney would not listen to the
proposition that he return with Mr.
Kent to the bungalow. Though wet
and hungry, he joined Mr. Morton
and plunged into the forest to find
the missing men, dead or alive. He
was glad to lea?n that the bungalow
had survived the hurricane with
small damage, and that none of the
occupants were injured.
[To Be Continued.]
Straw That Broke Ills Back.
"Is it true that you have sold your
country seat?"- "Wrong—my country
seat sold me. Made an assignment
this morning. Been a city dweller all
my life, but became a chump and an
idiot, a spitball on a windowpane,
when I went daffy on country home
and rural felicity madness. Imported
Cochin China hens to hatch egg
plants. Hens didn't do a thing but
rip up a bed of ginseng next door,
cost $75,000, for the root comes high.
Jersey cows by the drove, and Berk
shire pigs by the swarm. No good;
Jersey cows broke into a greenhouse
and ate $l5O worth of rare orchids;
killed the cows, too. Berkshire pigs
ploughed up $25 worth of mushroom
space, and when I get my hair
trimmed I'll not have enough to buy
an anthracite stickpin. Some men can
own country seats full of springs and
well padded, also with patent rockers.
Here is a victim who can't own a
hand-whittled milk stool from tliia
out—and don't want to. —N. Y. Her
ald.
Ilia BlcMlns.
A young man, at the risk of his
life, saved a beautiful young girl
from drowning. Her grateful father
seized the rescuer of his daughter by
the hand and with a voice tremulous
with emotion, said: "Noble youth, to
you I am indebted for everything
that makes life dear to me. Which
reward will you take—s4o,ooo or the
hand of my daughter?"
"I'll take the daughter," replied the
heroic rescuer, thinking thereby to
get both the girl and the money.
"You have well chosen," replied the
grateful father. "I could not have
given you the $40,000 just yet, any
how, as I am a poor editor, but my
daughter is yours for life. Take her
and be happy. Heaven bless you, my
children.—N. Y. Times.
A Scotch Agreement.
A tourist lately while up shooting
in Scotland came upon an old couple
on a country road who evidently were
having high words. Thinking he
might pacify them he asked them
why they had not sense enough to
agree.
"We're no' disagreein' at a'," said
the old man."The fact is we're
baith o' the same mind."
"And how's that?" said the visitor,
a little surprised.
"Weel," was the answer, "I've got
a half-crown in ma pooch, and she
thinks she's no' gaun to get it, an' I
think the same." —London Tatler.
The Information Bureau.
Late one evening a very much flus
tered man, with a gripsack in one
hand and an overcoat in the other,
dashed up to the ticket window of a
suburban railroad station and ex
citedly asked:
"Will you kindly tell me what time
the last train will leave this place?''
The ticket agent looked inquisi
tively out at his questioner for a
minute, smiled, and replied:
"My dear sir, you will never live
to see the last train leave this place."
—Bos>ton Commercial Bulletin.
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"Johnny," cautiou»iy inquired Mr. Six
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the other evening—"»he" was putting the
finishing touches to tier toilet upsiair# —
"have you-er, does you-er-do you-er-ever
hear your sister speak ol me?"
"Vou can't pump me," promptly replied
Johnny. "1 Uon't butt into my sister's
business."
Then Johnny picked up a elunny stick
out of the hall rack and went out.
This is the way it happens ju 999 cases
out of 1,000, but the funnyists could never
be clubbed into believing it.— Y\
Post.
"Dirt vou give that wOhian two good empi
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of the new boy. "I did. sdr." "You're dis
charged. You should have sold her two
bum eggs, so that she'd come back to kick
and give roe a chance to sell her a porter
house steak."—Baltimore News.
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of nonresistanoe." "Does he?" "Well, at
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porary and if the diabetes has returned. I;
have only one answer to everybody. Three
years ago I was very low with Diabetes. The.
best physicians failed to help me and Dodd'a
Kidney Pills cured me. lam well and strong|
and have not had the slightest return of the
old trouble."