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ARABELA
By
MOLLY ELLIOT SEAWELL
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(Copyright. HAW. Xsubl)s-Hc-rrlU Ui.)
SYNOPSIS.
At 14 years of age Admiral Sir Peter
Hawkshaw's nephew fell deeply in love
at first sight with I,ady Arabella Stor-
Kont, who spurned his attentions. Tit"
d, an orphan, was Kiven a berth as niiil-
Jhipman on the Ajax by his uncle. Giles
Vernon, nephew of Sir Thomas Vernon,
became the boy's pal.
CHAPTER I.—Continued.
Now, the peculiar circumstances of
my bringing-up had given me a ri
diculous haughtiness—for Betty Green
had never ceased to implore me to re
member my quality-—so I replied to
this off-hand speech in kind.
"A ship of the line," said I. "Damme,
do you thii k I'd serve in a gun-brig?"
He came up a little closer to me,
looked at me attentively, and said:
"It's ail infant Rodney, sure. Was
not Americus Vespucius your grand
father? And was not your grand
mother in love with Noah when he
was oakum boy at the Portsmouth
docks?"
1 considered this very offensive, and,
drawing myself up, said:
"My grandfather was a baronet, and
my grand-uncle is Admiral Sir Peter
Hawkshaw, whose flagship, as you
may know, is the Ajax, 74."
"I know him well," responded my
new acquaintance. "We were drunk
together this night week. He bears for
arms Lot's wife after she was turned
into a pillar of salt, with this device:
'I thirst.'"
This was an allusion to the dry
salter. For I soon found that the
young gentlemen in the cockpit were
intimately acquainted with all of the
antecedents, glorious or otherwise, of
their superior officers.
The lie in the early part of this
sentence was patent to me, but so
great was the power to charm of this
squinting, wide-mouthed fellow, that I
felt myself drawn to him irresistibly,
and something in ray countenance
showed it, for he linked his arm
through mine and began again:
"I know your great-aunt, too, Polly
Hawkshaw. Dreadful old girl. I hear
she can tack ship as well as (lie ad
miral; knows to a shilling what his
mess bill is, and teaches him trigo
nometry when he is on leave."
This was, of course, a vilification,
and Lady Hawkshaw's name was not
Polly, but Apollonia; but I blush to
Fay 1 spoke not one word in defense
of either her or her name. It occurred
to me that my new friend was a per
son who could give me much informa
tion about my outfit and uniforms, and
I candidly stated my case to him.
"Come on,"he cried. "There's a
rascal of a haberdasher here who
lives off his majesty's officers, and I'll
take you there and fit you out; for
Sir Peter's the man to have his young
officers smart. A friend of mine—
poor fellow! —happened to be caught
in mufti in the Ajax the other day,
and Sir Peter had all hands turned up
for an execution. My unhappy friend
begged that he might be shot instead
of hanged, and Sir Peter, I'll admit,
granted him the favor. The poor fel
low (led the handkerchief over his
eyes himself, forgave all his enemies,
and asked his friends to pay his
debts. Zounds, 'twas the most af
fecting scene 1 ever witnessed."
I plainly perceived that my com
panion was talking to frighten me, and
showed it by thrusting my tongue into
my cheek, which caused him to burst
out laughing. He presently became
grave, however, and assured me sol
emnly that a sea-oflicer had his choice
of dressing handsomely, or being
court-martialed and shot. "For," said
he,"the one hundred and forty-fourth
regulation of the service reads: 'All
of his majesty's sea-officers are com
manded to marry heiresses, and in
these cases, the usual penalties for
the abduction of heiresses are re
mitted.' Now, how can we abduct heir
esses, or even get them to look at us,
without fine clothes? Women, my boy,
are caught by the eye alone—and I
know 'em, by Gad!"
This trilling speech remained in my
memory, and the day came when I
recalled the idle talk of us two laugh
ing midshipmen as prophetic.
We went together to a shop, where,
under his direction and that of an
oily tongued shopman, I ordered one
of the handsomest outfits any mid
shipman could possibly have, includ
ing two dozen of silk stockings, as my
new-found friend informed me that
every man on board his majesty's
ships, from the admiral down to the
jack-o'-tlie-dust, always wore silk
stockings, because in the event of
being struck by a ball or a pike or a
cutlass in action, the danger from in
flammation was much less with silk
than with cotton or wool.
All went swimmingly, until it was
time to pay for the things. Then, I
acknowledge, I was at a loss. The
shopman, suddenly changing his tone,
cried out to m*' companion:
"Mr. Giles Vernon, I remember the
last reefer you brought here bought
near a boatload and paid with the fore
sail, as you gentlemen of the sea call
it. I will not be done this time, I as
sure you."
At this, Giles Vernon promptly drew
his sword, which did not disturb the
shopman in the least, as I found out
afterward; young gentlemen of Giles'
age and rank, in Portsmouth, drew
their swords whenever they could not
draw their purses. Rut I was very
unhappy, not on Giles' account, but on
that of the poor shopman, whom I ex
pected to see weltering in his blood.
After a wordy war, Giles left the shop,
taking me with him, and menacing
the shopman, in case the purchases I
had ordered did not come aboard the
Ajax that night.
I thought it wise to suggest that I
should now go aboard, as it was well
onto three o'clock. Giles agreed with
me. I had forgotten to ask him what
ship he was attached to, but It sud
denly occurred to me that he, too,
might be in the Ajax, and I asked him.
Imagine my delight when he said yes.
"But if the admiral does not be
have himself better," he added, "and
if the captain does not ask me to din
ner oftener than he has been doing
lately, I shall pit-fer charges against
both of them. I have been assured
by the lord in admiralty that any re
quest of mine will be regarded as an
order by them, and I shall request that
Admiral Hawkshaw and Capt. Giul
ford be relieved of their commands."
By that time we had reached the
water and there, stepping into a splen
did, eight-oared barge, 1 saw Sir Peter
Hawkshaw. He caught sight of us at
the same moment, and the change in
Giles Vernon's manner was what
might have been expected. He was
even more modest and deferential
than I, as we advanced.
"Here you are!" pleasantly cried the
admiral to me. "You ran away so
fast t'other day, that I had no chance
to give you any directions, and I
scarcely expected you to turn up to
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Arabella.
day. However, I shall now take you
to the ship. Mr. Vernon, I have room
for you."
"Thank you, sir," responded Giles
very gratefully, "but I have a pressing
engagement on shore—a matter of im
portant business—" at which I .saw the
suspicion of a grin on the admiral's
homely Bid face. He said little to me
until we were in the great cabin of
the Ajax. For myself, I can only say
that I was so awed by the beauty, the
majesty, the splendor of one of the
finest ships of the line in the world,
that 1 was dumb with delight and
amazement. Once in the cabin, the
admiral asked me about my means
and my outfit. I burst out with the
whole story of what occurred in the
haberdasher's shop, at which Sir Peter
looked very solemn, and lectured me
upon the recklessness of my conduct
iu ordering things with no money to
pay for them, and followed it up with
an offer to fit me out handsomely.
This I accepted with the utmost grati
tude, and iu a day or two I found my
self established as one of his majesty's
midshipmen in the cockpit of the
Ajax, and I began to see life.
CHAPTER 11.
My introduction into the cockpit of
the Ajax was pretty much that of
every other reefer in his majesty's
navy. 1 was, of course, told that I
showed the most brazen presumption
in daring to wish to enter the naval
service; that I ought to be a choir
boy at St. Paul's; that haymaking was
my profession by nature, to say noth
ing of an exchar.fie of black eyes and
bloody noses \»ith every midshipman
of my size in cockpit. Through
all this Giles Vernon was my chief
tormentor and best: friend. He pro
claimed the fact of my drysalting an
cestry, and when 1 impudently re
minded him that I was the grandson
of a baronet, he gave me one kick for
the drysalter and two for the baronet.
He showed me a battered old cocked
hat hung up on a nail in t'he steerage
country.
"Do you see that hat, you young
rapscallion?" he asked.
1 replied that I did, and a shocking
bad bat it was, too.
"That hat was once the property of
that old pirate and bu*'«ineer, Sir Peter
Hawkshaw, vice-ad mi in', of the White.
It is named after him, and whenever
his conduct displeases the junior of
ficers on this ship—which it generally
does —that hat, dear boy, is kicked and
cursed as a proxy for your respected
non was undoubtedly the smartest of
ficer among them and cock of tlifc
walk betweeu decks. He had inau
CAMERON COUNTY PRESS, THURSDAY, APRIL 8, 1909.
merable good qu&Yitles, hut the beggar-
J y tlrtue of ]>ru(lence was oot among
great-uncle. Now understand: Your
position in Hie cockpit is that of this
hat. In fact, you will take the hat's
place"—which I found to be true, and
I was called to account every day for
some part of the conduct of Admiral
Hawksliaw, although I did not see him
twice in the week.
Mr. Buxton, our first lieutenant, was
a fine officer, and celebrated for lick
ing midshipmen into shape; and if I
learned my duty quickly he, rather
than I, deserves the credit.
My experience of other ships con
vinces me that the juniors in the Ajax
were clever fellows; but Giles Ver
them. He had, however, another vir
tue in a high degree—a daring and
invincible courage. That, and his
smartness as an officer, made Mr.
Buxton his friend, and caused many
of his peccadilloes to be overlooked.
The fact that at 19 Giles Vernon
was still only a midshipman made me
think that he was without fortune or
influence; but 1 was soon enlightened
on the subject, though not by him. lie
was the distant cousin and heir of Sir
Thomas Vernon of Vernon court, near
York, and of Grosvenor square, Lon
don. This man was generally spoken
of as the wicked Sir Thomas, and a
mortal hatred subsisted between him
and his heir. Giles had been caught
trying to induce the money sharks to
take his postobits; but as Sir Thoma3
was not yet 50 years of age, and it was
quite possible that he should marry,
ihe only result was to fan the flame of
animosity between him and his heir,
without Giles' getting a shilling. The
next heir to Giles was another cousin,
remote from both him and Sir Thomas,
one Capt. Philip Overton of the
Guards, who was as much disliked by
Sir Thomas as was Giles. Giles, who
had been at sea since his twelfth
year, knew little or nothing of Crffrt.
Overton, although he swore many
times in a month that he meant to
marry the first woman who would
take him, for the purpose of cutting
off Overton's hopes; but it occurred
to me, young as I was, that Giles was
not the man to give up his liberty to
the first woman who was willing to
accept of it.
We were fitting for the Mediter
ranean, and the ship lay in the inner
harbor at Portsmouth, waiting her
turn togo in dry dock to be coppered.
There was plenty for the seniors to
do, but not nutcb for the midshipmen
at that particular time; and we had
more runs on shore than usual. The
rest of us were satisfied with Ports
mouth, but Giles was always raving of
London and the London playhouses.
Knowing how long I had lived in
London, he said to me one day:
"Were you ever at Drury Late thea
ter, my lad?"
I said no, I had never been to the
playhouse; and I blushed as 1 said it,
not desiring my messmates to know
that 1 had been brought tip by Betty
Green, a corporal's widow.
"Then, child," he cried, whacking
me on the back, "you have yet to live.
Have you not seen Mistress Trench?,td
—the divine Sylvia—as Roxanc, as
Lady Percy, as Violetta? Oh, what a
galaxy of parts! Oh, the divine
creature!"
He threw himself across the mess
table at that, for we were in the cock
pit at the time. I laughed, boylike, at
his raptures, and he groaned loudly.
"Such a face and figure! Such a
foot: and ankle! Such a melting eye!
Such a luscious voice!"
I own that this outburst did more
to make me realize that Giles, after
all, was but 19 than anything that
had gone before; for I knew that older
men did not so rave.
"And,"he cried, wildly, "I can not
see her before we sail. By heaven, I
will see her! 'Tis 74 miles between
me and her angel face. It can be done
in 7 hours and 20 minutes. I can get
24 hours' leave —but not a word of
this, you haymaking son of a farmer."
(TO BE CONTINUED.)
"IT'S AN EXTRAVAGANT AGE.
Comments on Expensive Clothing by
the City Man's Father.
A man from an old-fashioned Mis
souri town came to Kansas City re
cently to visit his son, says the Kan
sas City Times. While on a street car
one day a strong breeze removed the
young man's straw hat. It landed in a
pool of muddy water.
"Four dollars gone,' said the young
man.
His father whistled. "Do you pay
four dollars for a straw hat?" lit in
quired.
"Always have done it,"was the an
swer.
"It's the extravagant age," com
mented the father, "i never paid more
than a dollar for a straw hat in my
life. And I recall the day when you
only paid 50 cents for yours. Russell
Sage once said that a man who gave
more than that for a straw hat was a
fool."
"I know, father; but everything
costs more now. We wear better hats,
too. The price of a hat is not out of
proportion to the cost of other things.
I pay 25 cents for my collar, one dollar
for a tie, s:i.so for a shirt, 50 cents for
a pair of socks, five dollars fos a pair
of shoes, S4O for a suit of clothes and
six dollars for underwear. With the
hat. that brings my personal apparel
up to about SOO for a set. That's no
more than any man who pretends to
dress pays."
Father was silent for a long time.
' Son," he said finally,"l remember
when 50 cents was the value of your
entire wardrobe. Your hickory hat
cost a nickel, your shirt waist a quar«
ter and your pants the some amount.
You wore only the three garments in
summer. And you were just aa happy
then as now."
Wmm
RACK FOR CURING PEA VINES.
Gives Good Circulation of Air and Pre
vents Molding.
The frequent difficulty of curing
pea vines is obviated very simply by
hold the vines off
Fig. 1. Hay on ground so that
Rack. a j r niay circulate
freely beneath and through the
center of the pile. Fig. 1 shows that the
pile completely covers the rack. These
racks may be made of any convenient
size, but the one shown herewith is
about six feet high when in position
Fiq. 2.—Pea Vine Rack.
The hay may be piled a foot or more
above the top of the rack, says the
Orange Judd Farmer. Any light ma
terial may be used for this purpose
and when the racks are not in use
they may be stored under cover for
another season.
UNDER DRAINAGE.
Wet, Cold Soil Is Thus Made Good
Productive Land.
The low price of new land in some
localities makes it perhaps impractic
able to spend time and money putting
in a drainage system. The time and
money could perhaps be more profit
ably invested in buying and clearing
more land. As a country becomes
more thickly settled, railroads, tele
phones, good roads and many other
improvements are made, and the farm
er naturally gets a better market for
his produce. Such conditions increase
the price of property, and it is then
that a farmer should consider how he
can get larger returns from his acres.
This is possible only where crop ro
tation is practiced. A good system of
field fences and crop lines follow
natural features, such as sloughs, pot
holes, marshes, or low lands, thus leav
ing the fields in irregular shape and
size.
Wet lands are always cold, Ihus de
laying the planting season for weeks
sometimes, says a writer in the Wis
consin Agriculturalist. And many a
time, even 'lfter the crops have been
planted, the excessive moisture pre
vents the floid crops from extending
their roots a couple of feet below the
surface to increase the feeding area
of the roots, and in case of a drought
afterward, the root system is so
dwarfed and stunted that it is incapa
ble of supplying the plant with the
necessary nourishment and mc'sture,
often resulting in failure, to say noth
ing of the time spent and how hard
the team was worked to get the land
in planting shape. A greater variety
of crops can also be grown on a well
drained soil which can be worked
early in spring and planted with the
assurance of maturing a good crop. As
I have spent more or less time the last
couple of years putting in drains, I
will in a letter later on write of some
of the mistakes made by mauy around
here when they put their drains in, so
that others may pr.ofit by their experi
ence.
ALL ABOUT THE FARM,
How to set a long well. Dig it deep.
I find that cowpeas are one of the
most profitable crops to raise.—E. S.
Everitt, Benton County, Arkansas.
If crops are injured by stagnant
water in a wet season in places,
there you should lay tile drains.
Engine plowing saves time, labor and
money. Time is saved because more
acres can be plowed in a day than by
any other method.
Cooperative marketing is a good
thing if it is carried on with a view to
cutting out as much of the middle
men's profits as is possible, but when
It comes to controlling the great mar
kets of the world it is sheer folly.
How about the fuel supply for the
kitchen stove during the coming sum
mer? Do not fail to provide the good
lady of the house with an abundance
of dry firewood. Now is the time to
attend to this.
Incubator Vs. Hen.
"The best time in the world to set a
hen," says Josh Hillings, "is when she
is broody." We might add that she is
liable to change her mind if you at
tempt to set her at any other time.
Get an incubator and you won't need
to wait for the hen to get a desire to
incubate. An incubator is always
ready, and you can have a lot of chicks
all hatched out on any day you choose,
If jou figure right.
GRAVEL ROADS IN CONNECTICUT.
Native of That State Thinks Gravel
Beats the Macadam.
We have learned, bore In Connecti
cut, that a good gravel will stand the
strain that falls on a country road bet
ter than macadam, and is vastly easier
kept in repair. 1 say this after an ex
perience of many years in building
gravel roads, declares It. S. Hinman,
in Country Gentleman. Much de
pends on the manner of putting
on gravel and the time. If tins
road is through the country, where
teams do not drive side bv side, si
single-track road is best. If It. be
sandy, the later in the fall the work is
done the better.
To properly put gravel on a sandy
road, having found your gravel, which
should contain, if possible, cobbles as
large as goose eggs and a little loam,
estimate the number of rods that ean
be covered in a day and dump the first
load at the limit. With a garden rake
or potato hook, rake all the large cob
bles back on the sand, leaving as many
as possible in the wheel track, and
dump the next load so that it will
cover the cobbles and lap a little onto
the preceding load. Continue in this
way back to where the improvement
is to begin. As each load is dumped
the empty cart should be driven
straight over 1 lie gravel, not turned
around 011 it. The next day lay out
another day's work, and the loaded
carts will go over the new gravel and
pack it pretty solid. When the heavy
loads have thrown up a shoulder out
side the wheel track, have this shov
eled into the middle of the road. A
new man will want to All the wheel
tracks, but insist that it go in the mid
dle.
The road is now all right for use,
but a little too rounding. A few weeks'
travel when the frost is out will rem
edy that. The cobbles in the bottom
make a binder, and not being mixed
promiscuously in the gravel will stay
put. If a little gravel is thrown with
a shovel in the horse truck in the mid
dle of the road once in two or three
years, you will have a good road for
an indefinite period.
The late Chief Justice Torrance of
Connecticut rode a bicycle over roads
that I built, and said that, while the
road was all right, I had blundered in
saying that it could be built for one
dollar per rod, as people would not
believe that a good road could be built
for that price. I admit that in build
ing nearly a mile in that way at that
cost 1 did not allow for my own time,
as I only looked on enough to see that
the work was properly done. That
road has been traveled by ;iJI sorts of
vehicles, heavy loads and autos, for
seven or eight years without a dollar
being laid out on it, and, aside from a
little hollowing in the middle, is an
excellent road. Some people, if they
see new gravel on a road, will turn off
it if they can, no matter how solid it
is packed. The only way I know to
stop that is to put some of the largest
cobbles in little piles so that any one
turning out of the track will bob over
them. Only a very stupid driver will
go over more than two or three piles
before turning onto the gravel and,
finding it all right, will stay on it.
After two or three weeks these cob
bles can be thrown *nto a cart and
dumped where they will not be un
sightly.
The road for an eighth of a mile by
my house I built in the manner de
scribed more than 20 years ago, and
the town has not laid out any money
on it since. The only trouble with it
is that, being smooth and solid, auto
moblies go by at an unlawful rate of
speed, and we have to keep tne chick
ens and dogs off the highway to save
their lives.
The only time to cheaply do away
with mudholes is when the mud is
deepest in the spring. For this pur
pose I have used stones as large as a
four-quart measure anything that
will sink out of sight when traveled
over. When as many big stones as
possible have been thrown it, use
smaller ones until they show abov<
the mud as evenly as may be. Put
on three or four inches of gravel, and
if any one tells you frost will throw
out. the big stones tell him you guess
not. If any one cares to investigate,
I will lend him a pick and take him
to a spot where I filled a mud hole in
that way 20 or more years ago, and
he will find the stones down where
they bedded themselves in the mud.
Pure Bred Poultry Pays Best.
Pure bred poultry pays best any
way you look at the question, whether
on the egg laying side or for market.
Considering the high price one can
obtain now for winter eggs, and the
comparatively small cost of chicken
feed, poultry keeping is a profitable
business. I loop the Brown Leghorns
for laying purposes, and a heavier
breed, like the White Wyandotte, for
setting, as I do not use incubators,
declares a writer in Orange Judd
Farmer. The Wyandottes are good
layers and market birds. There are
several reasons why pure bred fowl,)
are superior to mongrels. They have
beauty, are better egg producers, and
sell better in the market, thus giving
greater returns for the amount expend
ed on their care and food. With small
outlay any farmer can have u flock of
pure-bred fowls that cost no more
to raise than scrubs, and bring in
twice as much profit, besides being
a source of pleasure to their owner.
Good Feeds.
Wheat bran and middlings are as
good, if not better, taking all things
into consideration, than any other
fcods. Gluten, oil meal and many oth
er foods are good for milk, but are de
ficient in mineral matter, which the
animals require. We are too apt to
look for protein alone; but the cows
should have mineral matter, too.
AFTER
DOCTORS
FAILED
LydiaE.Pinkham'sVegeta
ble Compound Cured Her.
Willimantic, Conn.—"For five years
I suffered untold agony from female
troubles, causing backache, irregulari
ties, dizziness and nervous prostra
ssi fc) r me to
taking Lydia E. Pinklfam's Vegetable
Compound to see what it would do,
and I am restored to my natural
health." —Mrs. ETTA DONOVAN, BOX
299, "Willimantic, Conn.
The success of Lydia E. Pinkham's
Vegetable Compound, made from roots
and herbs, is unparalleled. It may be
used with perfect confidence by women
who suffer from displacements, inflam
mation, ulceration, fibroid tumors, ir
regularities, periodic pains, backache,
bearing-down feeling, llatulency, indi
gestion, dizziness, or nervous prostra
tion.
For thirty years Lydia E. Pinkham'a
Vegetable Compound has been the
standard remedy for female ills, and
suffering women owe it to themselves
to at least give this medicine a triaL
Proof is abundant that it has cured
thousands of others, and why should it
not cure you ?
A man ought to know a great deal
to acquire a knowledge of the im
mensity of his ignorance.-
ONLY ONE "BItOMO OITTVINr:."
That Is LAXATIVK OIfININK. l.oofc fni
the sitrmitnro of K. \V. (JKoVtt. Used liiu World
over to Curu a Cold in On-> Day. 25u.
It's easy for a man's wife to dresi
| well if his creditors can afford it.
Mr*. Wlriglovr's Soothlner Syrup.
! For children teething, PoftcuH the PUNS, rciuces IJV
I lluoiiuauoa,allayapaiu.curca wlndcollo. 2Scabottl©.
Love is not blind, but those whom
It affects are.
I'Vet Arlie—tsf Allen's Fnnl.Kllse
OVfr:a),MJUtesti uionia Is. Uetusoimitations. M-rcl tot
freo trial ?»Ckut(e. A. S. Ulmstud, J.o Hoy, N. V.
It takos a hiiP-been a long time to
And it out.
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llipy also relieve Dm
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KB LLO. sea. Drowsiness, IJa«l
J9£fl Taste in the Mouth, Coat
ed Tonprue, Pain in tfcf
I Side, TOIIPID LIVER.
They regulate the Bowels. Purely Vegetable.
SMALL PILL. SMALL DOSE. SMALL PRICE,
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IPVlls.
■™ REFUSE SUBSTITUTES.
Salts and Castor
a® | —bad stuff —never cure,
1* only makes bowels move be
cause it irritates and sweats them,
like poking finger in your eye. The best
Bowel Medicine is Cascarets.
Every Salts and Castor Oil user should
get a box of CASCARETS and try
them just once. You'll see. ew
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