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    THIRD PART.
THE CUHIBALUNDS
More of Robert Louis Steven
son's Stories From the
Isles of the Scuth Sea,
FIRST WHITE SETTLERS,
And Their Thrilling Adrentures
With Man-Eating Warriors.
THE FATE OF A MAN" OF BAAHAU
Who Suffered Soma Tonng Hen of Atuona
to Grind II Is Ax for Dim.
RIFLE PKACTICE FKETEKTS MASSACRE
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Letter 'o. 4.
Taahanku, on the southwesterly coast of
Hiva-oa-Tahuku, say the slovenly whites
may be called the port of Atuona. It is a
narrow and small anchorage, set between
low, cliffy points, and opening above upon
a woody valley. A little French fort, now
disused ana deserted, overhangs the valley
and the inlet. Atuona itself, at the head of
the next bar, is framed in a theater of
mountains, which dominate the more imme
diate settling of Taahanku and give the
salient character of the scene. They are
reckoned at no higher than 4,000 feet; bnt
Tahiti with 8,000, and Hawau with 15,000,
can oner no such picture of abrupt, melan
choly alps.
On the side away from Atuona the shel
tering promontory was a nursery (f cocoa
trees. Some were mere infants, none had
attained to any size, none had yet begun to
shoot skyward with that whip-like shaft of
the mature palm. In the young trees the
color alters with the ace and growth. Now
all Is of a grass-like hne, infinitely dainty;
next the nib grows golden, the fronds re
maining green as ferns; and then, as the
trunk continues to mount and to assume its
fin al hue of gray, the fans put on manlier
and more decided depths ot verdure, stand
out dark upon the distance, glisten against
the sun, and flash like silver fountains in
the assault of the wind.
A Combination of All the Hues.
In this young wood of Taahauku all these
hues and combinations were exampled and
A OMJirSB OF
repeated b Hie tiori. lne trees grew pleas
antly spaced upon a hilly tward, here and
there interspersed with a rack for driving
copra, or a tumble-down hut for storing it.
Eterybcre and there the stroller had a
glimpse of the Casco tossing in the narrow
uucborage below, and beyond he had ever
before him the dark amphitheater of the At
uona mountains rnd- the cliffy bluff that
closes it to seaward. The trade wind mov
ing in the fans made a ceaseless noise of
summer rain, and trout time to time, with
the sudden and distant drumbeat, the surf
would burst lu a sea cave.
At the upper end of the inlet, Its low,
clifly lining siuks at both sides into a
beach. A copra warehouse stands in the
shadow of the shoreside trees, flitted about
forever by a clan of dwarfish swallows, and
a line of rails on a high wooden staging
bends back into the mouth of the valley.
"Valking on this, the new landed traveler
becomes aware of a broad lresh-water lagoon
(one arm of which he crosses), and beyond
cf a grove of coble palms, sheltering the
house ot the trader, Mr. Keane.
The Music of South fcfa Xature.
Overhead, the cocoaB join in a continuous
and iolty roof; blackbirds are heard lustily
singing; the island cock springs his jubi
lant rattle and airs .his golden plumage;
cow bells sound far and near in the grove;
and w hen you sit in the broad veranda,
lulled by this symphony, you mav say to
yourselfj if you are able: "Better 50 years
in Europe. "
further on, the floor of the valley is flat
and green and dotted here and therewith
strippliug cocoa palms. Through the midst,
with uiauy chauges ol music, the river trots
and brawls; and along its course, where we
mould look lor willows, buraos glow in
clusters, and make shadowy pools after an
angler's heart. A vale more rich and
peaceful, sweeter air, a sweeter voice of
rural sounds I have iound nowhere. One
circumstance alone might strike tho ex-
Chit Panama and Moipu.
perienced; here is a convenient beach, deep
soil, good water, and yet nowhere any pae
paes, nowhere any trace of island habita
tion. It is but a few years since this valley was
c nlace choked with jungle, tbe debatable
land and battle ground of cannibals. Two
clans laid claim to it neither could sub
stantiate the claim; and the roads lay
desert, or were only visited by men in arms.
It Became So Man's Land.
It is for this very reason that it wears now
o smiling an appearance; cleared, planted,
built npoq, supplied with railways, boat
Ihaosn and bath houses. For, being no
man's land, It was the more readily ceded
to a stranger. The stranger was Captain
John Hart Ima Hati, "broken arm," the
natirei called him, because when he first'
visited the island his arm was in a sling.
Captain Hart, a man of English birth bat
an American subject, had conceived the
idea of cotton culture in the Marquesas dur
ing the American war, and was at first re
warded with success. His plantation at
Anaho was highly productive; island cotton
fetched a high price, and the natives used
to debate which was the stronger power, Ima
Hati, or the French; deciding in favor of
the Captain, because, though the French
had the most ships, he had the more money.
He marked Taahauku for a suitable site.
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WOMEN FISHING AND
acquired it, and offered the superintendence
to Mr. Bobert Stewart, a Fifeshire man, al
ready some time in the islands, who had just
been ruined by a war on Tauata. Mr. Stew
art was somewhat adverse to the adventure,
having some acquaintance with Atuona and
its notorious chieftain, Moipu.
Initiated In the Horrors of Cannibalism.
He bad once landed there, he told me,
abont dusk, and fonnd the remains of a man
and woman partly eaten. On his starting
and sickening at the sight, one ofMoipu's
young men picked up a human foot, and
provocatively staring at the stranger,
grinned and nibbled at the heel. None need
bo surprised if Mr. Stewart fled inconti
nently to the bush, lay there all night in a
great" horror of mind, and got off to sea
again by daylight on the morrow.
"It was always a bad place, Atuona,"
commented Mr. Stewart, in his homely
THE AJTCirOBAOK.
Fifeshire voice. In spite of this dire intro
duction he accepted the Captain's offer, was
landed at Taahauku with three Chinamen,
and proceeded to clear the jungle.
War was pursued at that time, almost
without interval, between the men of Atuona
and the men of Haamau; and one day, Irom
the opposite sides of the vallev, battle or I
should rather say the noise of battle raged
all the afternoon; tbe shots and insults of
opposing clans passing from hill to hill
over tbe heads of Mr. Stewart and his
Chinamen. There was no genuine fighting;
it was like a bieker of schoolboys, only
some fool had given tbe children guns. One
man died of his exertions in running, tho
only casualty. With night the shots and
insults ceased; the men of Haamau with-
n 1
A SATITE MISSION-AIST BOAT.
drew, and victory, on seme occult principle,
was seored to Moipu.
An Incident of the Native Wars.
Perhaps, in consequence, there came a
day whem Moiqu made a feast, and a party
Haamau came under sale conduct to eat of
it. These passed early by Taahauku, and
some of Moipu's yonng men were there to
be a pnard of honor. They were not long
gone before there eame down from Haamau
a man, his wife and a girl of 12, their
daughter, bringing fungus. Several Atuona
lads were banging round the store, bnt the
day being one of trnce, none apprehended
danger. The fungus was weighed and paid
for; the man of Haaman proposed he should
have his ax ground in tbe bargain and Mr.
Stewart demurring at the trouble, some of
the Atuona lads oflered to grind it for him,
and set it on the wheel.
While the ax was grinding, a friendly
native whispered Mr, Stewart to have a care
of himself, lor thtre was trouble in band;
and, all at once, the man qf Haamau -was
seized, and his head and arm stricken from
his body, the head at one sweep of his own
newly sharpened ax. In the first alert, the
girl escaped among the cotton; and Mr.
Stewart, baring thrust tbe wife into the
THE
house and locked her-in from the outside,
supposed the affair was over. But the busi
ness had not passed without noise, and it
reached the ears of ,an older girl who had
loitered by the way, and who -now came
hastily down the valley, crying as she came
for her father. Her, too, they seized and be
headed; I know not what they had done
with the ax, it was a blunt knife "that served
their butcherly turn upon the girl; and the
blood spurted in fountains and painted them
from head to foot.
Took Refuse "With the Missionaries.
Thus horrible from crime, the party re
turned to Atuona, carrying the heads to
Moipu. It may be fancied how the feast
EATIHO EXW FISH.
broke up, but it is'notable that the gneiti
were honorably suffered to retire. These
passed back through Taahauku in extreme
disorder. A little after the valley began to
be overrun with shouting and triumphing
braves, and a letter of warning coming at
the same time to Mr. Stewart, he and his
Chinamen took refuge with the Protestant
missionary in Atnona. That night the store
was gutted, and the bodies cast in a pit and
covered with leaves. Three days later the
schooner had come in, and thing." appearing
quieter, Mr. Stewart and the Captain landed
in Taahauku to compute the damage and to
view the grave, which was already indicated
by the stench. While ther were so em
ployed a parly of Moipu's young men,
decked with red flannel to indicate martial
sentiments, came over tbe hills from Atnona,
dug np the bodies, washed them in the
river and carried them away on sticks.
That night the least began.
Those who knew Mr. Stewart before this
experience declare the man to be quite al
tered. He stuck,, however, to bis post; and
somewhat later, when the plantation was
already well established and gave employ
ment to 60 Chinamen and 70 natives, he
found himself once more in dangerons
times.
Saved by Skilful Bifle Practice.
The men of Haamau, it was reported, bad
sworn to plunder and erase the settlement;
letters came continually from tbe Hawaiian
missionary, who acted as intelligence de
partment, and for six weeks Mr. Stewart and
three other whites slept in tbe cotton house
at night in a rampart of bales, and (what
was their best defence) ostentatiously prac
ticed lifle shooting by day upon the beach.
Natives were often there to watch tbeo, the
practice was excellent; and the assault waB
never delivered if it ever.was intended,
which I doubt, for the natives are more
famous for false rumors than for deeds of
energy.
I was told the late French war was a case
in point; the tribes on the beach accusing
those in the mountains of designs which
they never had tbe hardihood to entertain.
And the sani testimony to tbeir backward
nessinopen battlertached me from all sides.
Captain Hart once landed after an engage
ment in a certain bay; one man had his
hand hurt, an old woman and two children
had been slain; and tbe Captain improved
the occasion by poulticing the hand, and
taunting both' sides upon so wretched an
affair. It is true these wars were often
merely formal comparable with duels to
the rt blood. Captain Hart visited a bay
where such a war was being carried on be
tween two brothers, one of whom had been
thonght wanting in civility to the guests of
the other.
Toot Tarns at Mock Fighting.
About one-half of the population served
day abont upon alternate sides, so as to be
well with each when the inevitable peace
should follow. The forts of the belligerents
were over against each other, and close by.
Pigs werecooking. Well-oiled braves, with
weU-oiled muskets, strutted on the paepne,
or sat down to feast. No busi
ness, however nefdlul, could be
done, and all thoughts were supposed to be
centered in this mockery of war. A ftv
days later, by a reerettable accident, a man
was killed; it was felt at once the thing had
gone too far, and the quarrel was instantly
patched up. But the more serious wars were
prosecuted in a similar spirit; a gift of pies
anda feast made their inevitable end; the
killing of a single man was a great victory,
and the murder of defenceless solitaries
counted a heroic deed.
The foot of the cliffs, about all these
islands, is the place of fishing. Between
Taahauku and Atuona we saw men, but
chiefly women, some nearly naked, some in
thin white or crimson dresses, perched in
little surf-beat promontories the brown
precipice overhanging them, and the convol
vulus overhanging that, as if to cut them off
the more completely from assistance. There
they would angle much of the morning, and
as fast as they caught an v fish, eat them, raw
and living, where they stood.
It waB such helpless ones that tbe war (
riors irom the opposite island of Tauata
slew, and carried home and ate, and were
thereupon accounted mighty men of valor.
KpBEBi Louis Stevenson,
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PITTSBURG IDISPATCH
HTTSBTJKQ, SUNDAY,
NYE ON AIR SHIPS.
An Annual Pass From the Penning
ton Companj starts His Thinker.
FLYING MACHINES OF THE PAST.
The Fall of Kan Seems to Be About as
Bo vers Kow as Ever Before.
MEANS OP INFLATING STOCKHOLDERS
IWUHTJHf TOB THI DISrATCm:
H Pennington
Air Ship Company,
of Chicago, will
please 'accept
thanks for annual
pass over its lines.
, good for self and
family, for one
year. I had wanted
one very severely,
but I had feared
that the company
might not feel that
I wai eminent
enough to be placed
on the eleemosyn
ary list
The conditions on
the back are not severerand I hare already
signed them. They bind me not to stand on
the platform while the car is in motion un
less properly chalked or rosined. They also
oblige me to refrain from bringing suit
against the company in case of accident.
Of course I would not be so pesky low down
as to sue a corporation which would give
me a free ride.
I am very grateful for the pass, and if I
do not avail myself of it I know of a man
who used to ask me to loan him my railroad
pass. I will let him go, perhaps, in my
place over the road the first time, and then
when it is better ballasted I will go myself.
He rtad SeTeral Other Passes.
I hare several other passes over competing
lines air lines, as it were issued years ago
and decorated on the back with low cut con
ditions. The Bcsnier flying machine, for
instance, invented by a gentleman of the
above name residing in Sable, France, issued
passes some years ago, and I have carried
mine now until it has a careworn look which
casts a gloom over aerostation and such
things as that.
The first thing to be accomplished in suc
cessful aerostation is to overcome the ioroe
of gravity and the resistance of capitalists.
The neit li to overcome the force of gravity
or provide easy and convenient places upon
which to alight. The third requirement is
that the aeronaut shall be able to guide his
rolling stock in such a way as to avoid run
ning into a brighter and more beautiful
world.
CooldKeep Himself From Falllns.
M. Besnier, who was a loeksmith of Sable
(pronounced Sablay), invented a flying ma
chine which consisted of fonr rectangular
wings arranged in pairs at opposite ends of
two rods passing over the shoulders, the rear
extremities of the rods being connected by
cords to the ankles of the remains the
wearer I mean in order to enable his legs
to pay their way by operating a rear set of
wings.
Besnier was not able to rise from the
ground and soar away like a lark, but conld
climb to the top of a house, and after put
ting on his wings could fioai. off in such a
way as not to hurt himself so severely as you
might think he wonld. M. Besnier"'once
flew"Scross a river w'he're'friends'with hot
spieed ram and nice dry, warm clothes were
Nye Piercing th Air.
waiting for him. But he never could get
over his sorrow and disappointment that he
conld not rise from the stubble when flushed
by a dog or shooed by one of his family. He
died at tbe close of the seventeenth century,
and on his tomb arc carved, in French, the
lines:
Gome, birdie, come,
And fly u nil me.
Couldn't Fly With the nired Girl.
He broke his leg while trying to flywith
a hired girl weighing 185 pounds. In 'after
yeara he wore a cork leg, and when his wife
wished him to fold his wings and come off
the perch she would lock up bis cork leg in
her bureau drawer aud conceal the key iu
the family Bible. Being a Free Thinker,
be never discovered the key, and for many
years was at the rocriiy of his wife.
About a century and a quarter later
Jacob Degeu, a prisoner at Vienna, con
structed an apparatus having two umbrella
li';e wings on each side of the operator and
worked by manual power. He was a con
vict, huwever, and the rather rigid rule3
governing prison life interfered with his
experiments. Tho jailer would allow him
to fly to a height of 80 feet, but had a cord
attached to the machine so that Degen
could not escape.
One day he cut the rope and soared away
into the ether blue; but as he was putting
his thumb to bis nose in an attitude of
derision at the warden his off wing buokled
to, and a moment later he fell with a dismal
plunk into a mortar bed just outside the
penitentiary. After that he wore a look of
chastened sorrow and a truss.
Troublo About Floating the Stock.
The great difficulty experienced by the
flying machine men of all ages is to over
come the atmospheric influences sufficiently
to float the stock. Besnier wanted also to
be able to rise by his own unaided efforts,
like a self-made aud sockless statesman. He
wanted to be able to light out when
"shooed," bnt whether he "shooed" or
"shooed not," he died unsatisfied. Poor
man! he did not know whether he shooed or
shooed not skip through the aeronaut.
This is what I call a reciprocity joke. It
is for use in our trade with England. Poetry
written by Lord Tennyson taken in ex
change. Better jokes offered, however, in
trade lor Tennyson's earlier work, done
when he was a poet.
In the manufacture of flying machines we
are apt to forget that the pectoral muscles
of a bird are greater than all the other com
bined muscular tissue of the fowl put to
gether, while in man the pectoral muscles'
comprise only "one-seventieth of those in the
body. So man most rely upon extraneous
MABOH 15, 1891.
methods of propulsion, and artificial flying
becomes extremely difficult.
For Working the Stockholders.
In the middle of the present centnry a bill
was introduced into tbe House of Commons
by Mr. Boebnck to incorporate a company
for the purpose of working a gigantic flying,
machine, also the stocKboiaers.
"It comprised a horizontal plane made of
wire and hollow wooden bars, arranged on
the principle of a trussed girder and covered
with silk."-
I presume the motto of the company was
tbe same as that on the silver dollar "In
God We Trussed."
This plane was furnished with a propeller
driven by a steam engine. A tail capable
of being brought to any desired angle ac
cording to whether the owner felt elated or
depressed, I 'presume was arranged "so
that when the power acts to propel the
machine by inclining the tail upward tbe
resistance offered by the air will cause the
machine to rise, and when the tail is re
versed the machine is propelled downward
and passes through a plane more or less in
clined to the horizon, as the inclination of
the tail is greater or less,"
The Tall Inclined Downward.
The inclination of the tail, however, was
intensely downward an inclination in
which tne stockholders shared. The ma
chine was designed for carrying freight, pas
sengers and mall, but so far most all ship
pers are sending merchandise and mail by
At the Grave 0 Betnier.
other routes. The whole apparatus weighed
3,000 pounds, and therefore made quite a
large dent in one of tho planets on her trial
trip.
The tall had an area of 1,800 sqnare feet,
and when jauntily thrown over the dash
board bad a tendency to obstruct the view.
This machine also was unable to rise from
its jimson weeds and soar away into the em
pyrean bine like a sandhill crane, but had to
be scooted along a railroad track at great
speed, down hill, till tho proper velocity
was attained, and then by depressing the
tall it wes supposed to rise like an eagle and
bark the shins of planets yet nnborn.
The Inventor Has Expired.
It did not do so. Yon can get the stook
low, or suburban property will be taken in
exchange My annual pass has expired.
So has tbe inventor. When be took his fly
ing machine out of the round house he was
tbe picture of health. . When he was next
ceeu it was eight years later, and a lad 11
years old went up and got bimont of the
top of a tree. He had changed a great deal.
He bad lost most of his hair. Also his
head. Bnt his teeth were found buried in
the trunk of the tree, and they had the name
of the maker in the roof of the plate. Ba he
&rsi?eiitiiie"i- " - -
In this country flying machines have had
a downward tendency until recently. I am
glad to notice that Chicago is taking an in
terest, and I shall certainly do everything I
can to advance and encourage the enterprise.
I wish I had room to go on with the his
tory of flying machines and aeronautics in
this country, but it would take too long to
even publish the obituarlesof the inventors.
All have been confidout, but all hare failed.
What the Future Has In Store.
That is no reason, however, why the mat
ter should not yet succeed in the future.
Far be it from me to speak slightingly of
the glorious possibilities in storo for us. It
is ouly a few years since a passel of bright
young humorists sat on tbe banks of tbe
Hudson and laughed till they ached as they
watched the awkward thrashing machine
of Bobert Fulton.
But where are they to-day? They are
dead, and no man seeks to dig ont the mass
and read tbeir unremembered names. They
laughed and then they died. Fulton con
sidered and lived on. He laughs best Who
laughs last, If you desire to make a hit,
langh at some of your own odd breaks. But
if yon want oblivion to have a cinoh upon
your fame, laugh at tbe shiny elbows and
ragged knees of genius and progress.
BiXiii Ntjs
A Falling of Church People.
Boston Traveller.
An old churchgoer remarked the other
day: "There are some people who go to
church and clasp their hands so tight in
prayer that they can't get them apart when
tho contribution box'comes around."
Wild Western Justice.
Ullwaokee Sentinel.
Western Judge Did you give yonr enemy
a trial before a jnry of his peeri?
Justice of the Peace Yes, sir before a
jury of his enemies.
A DUCHESS IU TTHIFOEH.
How -Victoria's Third Daughter-in-law
L00I18 in Her Soldier Clothes.
This is the way the Duchess of Connaught,
Queen Victoria's third daughter-in-law,
looked the other dav when she donned her
unitorm as Chief of the Eighth Branden
burg Eegiment of Iniautry. She was the
The Duchess of ConnaugM.
Princess Margaret Louise of Prussia, and
was married in 1879. She- bas passed sev
eral years with her husband in India, leav
ing her children in England dnring her
stay abroad.
ISSPFr v && thaas M It
SPOOKS IN SLEEPERS.
Railroad Coaches in Which Ghosts
Walk 33 Thej Do in Houses.
TALES TOLD BY SCARED PORTERS.
The Spirit of a Dead Negro Caiuea the De
struction of the Fist
WEIRD SOUNDS FE0MTHB CAE WHEELS
1WZITTXX TOB THI D18M.TCB.1
"Did von ever hear of a haunted sleeping
carT" said L. M. Worden, Traveling
Passenger Agent of the Lake Erie road, the
other day.
"Never," was the answer he received
from the writer.
"I think that is true," he continued, "of
most newspaper men. They write long articles
about houses in which ghosts walk, but tbe
uncanny sleeping-car has escaped their no
tice. Well, would it surprise you to hear
that fully as many ears as houses are
marked as haunted by the traveling pnblic,
and especially by the negro porters? I sup
pose the best of ns, whether priest or peas
ant, are more or less tainted with supersti
tion, but the colored race in particular is
blessed with its full measure. You know it
is hard to rent a house in which
fantastic shadows flit at midnight or strange
noises are heard, but abont the only diffi
culty managers experience with haunted
sleeping ears is to keep porters on them.
The passengers may be terrified at night
and row at the time they will nerer enter
the ear again, bnt they don't know the
name or soon forget it, and in all probabil
ity won't meet with the same car again.
Any Number of DJustratloni.
"If I had the time I conld relate to you a
number of things that wonld fill columns
about haunted sleeping cars that have come
nnder my observation as a passenger man.
I will tell you a few instances. I get tbe
stories from travelers and porters.
"In tbe early days when Jim Fisk and
Jay Gould controlled tbe Erie Railroad, tbe
Pullman Company built two magnificent
Bleeping cars for the system called respect
ively 'Fisk' and 'Gould, after tbe names of
the magnates. They were heavily uphol
stered and richly supplied with elegant fur
nishings. The carviug was of walnut, and
the monograms of the owners of the road
were worked on the plate glass windows.
The 'Fisk' was run on the main line, be
tween New York and Cincinnati. An old
porter was in charge of the car and ho felt
proud of his position. He worked on tbe
car for 12 years, when be died of consump
tion, and another colored man took his
place, bnt he didn't stay long. Somebody,
whom he never could catch, disarranged his
work, and fixed up bedclothing and pillows
to suit himself. It was' supposed to be the
ghost of the dead porter, who in life had be
come much attached to the car, and whose
spirit refused to leave it in death. Porter
after porter was put on the Bleeping coach,
but eaoh had the same experience, and
finally it was impossible to keep anybody
on the sleeper, and tbe Pullman Company
had to break it into pieces, as they do with
worn-out cars.
Another Car Bendered Useless.
"Hare is auother incident that will illus
trate the subject and be interesting to
readers. Some years ago a wreck occurred
on the Erie road at Hornellsville. A man
and bis wife occupied berths in the sleeping
carBingen. Tbe lady was in the lower
800" her"'huibudt slept In the 'upper bertlC
In tbe wreck the car was broken in half and
the unfortunate woman was pinioned l'e
tweon the two seotions. She retained con
sciousness and shook bands with her
huband, who was unhurt, telling
him that she wonld die before she was
extricated, and she did, though tbe men with
axes worked vigorously to chop up the tim
bers that held her. The car was repaired,
and again rnn on the road. The porters
were coustantly bothered by the bell ring
ing ever after, and the strange part of it was
that the hand ou the indicator never moved.
One of the porters told me he had beard the
bell ring when he knew there was nobody in
the car, and he got oil and looked around
the wheels- and axles to see
if someone was not playing a joke on him.
It was pretty hard to keep men on this car,
and it was taken oil the road. Tbe porters
felt sure it was the ghost of the poor wpman
who bothered them by ringing the bell,
"Another incident. The Wagner sleep
ing car Somerfield Is still running on the
Lake Shore rosd. Some time since a lady
who was standing on one of the platforms
fell off and was crnshed to death under the
wheels.
Awakened by a Woman's Screams.
"People who have ridden in the car since
tbe accident and sleeping in the berth over
tbe wheels nnder which she met her death
claim they have been awakened by the
screams of a woman, apparently coming
from under the car. It is loud at first, and
then teems to die away in the distance,
irrowine fainter and fainter nntil it ceases.
A very reliable and level-headed business
man assured me that be hgd heard the
sounds and was startled by them.
"About two months ago a Pullman porter
in Cleveland was arranging his car with
the doors locked. He was pushing up an
upper berth when a man and woman passed
him. They were well dressed, and he spoke
to them, "but they did not reply. The
negro wondered where they had come from,
and tried tho doors, but they were loeked.
A woman was cleaning tbe windows in tbe
front end of the car in which direction they
had gone, and the porter asked
her if she had seen the couple
go out. The cleaner had seen nobody, and
the excited colored man now rumaged
through the car, but he couldn't find them
anywhere. He threw up his Job, and you
couldn't induce him to rnn on that car
afterward.
"Come around on another day when I
have more time, and I will load you down
with a collection of this kind of sleeping
car lore. The events are happening all the
time, and haunted sleepers are quite com
mon." J- A. Iskael.
BHIEF3 VS ELOQUEJtCE.
Oratorical Efforts Do Jfot Always Win In
Halls of Justice.
KewTork limes.
It is not always the eloquent argument
that wins the case for the lawyer when no
jnry is to be convinced. More frequently
it is the carefully drawn brief, which the
Judge takes with him to the privacy of his
own chambers and looks over at bis leisure.
And these convincing briefs are not always
drawn up by the lawyer who does the
eloquent pleading. More frequently, in
fact, they are not. Often they are the re
sult of the labors ol some lawyer who does
not fijure at all prominently in the case,
and may have no other connection with it
beyond drawing up the brief. Hemay not
'even be in court when the case is tried.
There are lawyers In this city, and com
paratively a good many of them, who sel
dom appear in court with cases of their own,
and do little office work for clients of their
own. And yet they are not the young law
yers, striving to get a foothold in the pro
fession. They have no lack of patronage,
but it comes from their fellow members of
the bar. 'They are lawyers who make a
business of eonstrueting briefs, and a paying
business it is, too. They are known by
reputation far and near in the profession,
and many a brilliant lawyer prefers to tnrn
bis important case over to some one of them
to hare the brief preparedirather than trnst
to his own efforts in that direction.
A FANTASTIC TALE, INTRODUCING HYPNOTIC THEORIES.
WBITTEW TOB THE. DISrATCH
BY F. MARION CRAWFORD,
Author of "Mr. Isaacs,'! "-Dr. Claudius," "A Motiian Singer," and
Many Other Stories That Have Taken Bank as
Standard Literature.
CHAPTER XIV.
Israel Kafka spoke dreamily, resting
against the stone beside him. Words
dropped trom his lips In Oriental imagery
as he told tbe story of his love for TJnorna.
Tbe Wanderer stood wondering; TJnorna
almost trembling for tbe revelations she
feared. Israel -Kafka continued, the flowers
of hia speech growing richer and richer.
"And Jove was her first captive," said the
Moravian, "and her first slave. Yes, I will
tell you the story of TJnorna's life. She is
angry with me now. Well, let it be. It is
my fault or hers. What matter? She
'cannot qnite forget me ont of mind and I?
Has Lucifer forgotten God?"
He sighed, and a momentary light flashed
in his eyes. Something in the blasphemous
strength of the words attracted the Wan
derer's attention. Utterly indifferent him
.self, he saw that there was something more
than madness in the man before bim. He
found himself wondering what encourage
ment TJnorna had given the seed of passion
that it shonld have grown to such strength,
and he traced the madness back to the love,
instead of referring the love to the madness.
Bnt he said nothing.
"What is it that you wonld say?" TJnorna
asked coldly. "What is this that yon tell
THE OLD aiOHiX
us of rocks and rain and death-wonnds and
the rest? You sav you loved me once that
was a madness. You say that I never loved
you that, at least, is truth. Is that your
storv? It is, indeed, short enough, and I
marvel at the many words in which yon have
put so little!" t ,
She laughed in a hard tone. But Israel
Kafka's eyes grew dark, and the sombre fire
beamed in them as he spoke again. The
weary, tortured smile left his wan lips and
his pale face grew stern.
"Langh, laugh, TJnornal" he cried. "Yon
do not laugh alone. And yet I love you
still. I love vou so well in spite of all that
I cannot laugh at you, as I would, even
though I were to see you again clinging to
tbe rock and imploring it to take pity on
your thirst. And he who dies for you,
TJnorna of him Tn ask nothing, save that
he will crawl away and die alone and not
disturb your delicate life with such an un
seemly sight,"
"You talk of death," exclaimed TJnorna
scornfully. "You talk of dying for me, be
cause you are ill to-day. To-morTow
Keyork Arabian will have enred yon, and
then, for aught I know, you will talk of
killing me instead. This is child's talk,
hnv'a talk. If we are to listen to you, yon
must be more eloquent You must give us
such a tale of woe as shall draw tears from
our eyes and sobs from our breasts then we
will appland you and let you go. That
shall be your reward."
The Wanderer glanced at her in surprise.
There was a bitterness in her tone of which
be had not believed her soft voice capable.
"Wby do you hate him so, if he is mad?"
be asked.
"The resson is not far to seeK, said
Kafka. "This woman here God made her
crooked-hearted I Love her. and she will
hate you, as only she has learned bow to
hate. Show her that cold face of yours, and
she will love vou so that she will make a
carpet of her pride for you to walk on aye,
or spit on, either, if you deign to be so kind.
She bas a wonderful kind of heart, for it
freezes when you bnrn It, and melts when
yon freeze it."
"Are yon mad, indeed?" asked ;the Wan
derer, suddenly planting himself in front of
Kafka. "They told ma so I can al
most believe it."
Ho 1 am not mad yet," answered the
younger man, facing him fearlessly. "You
need pot come between me and her. She
cin protect herself. You woul.d know that
if you knew what I saw her do with you,
first when I came here."
"What did she do?" The Wanderer
tnrned quickly as he stood, and looked at
TJnorna.
"Do not listen to his ravings," sheviaid.
The words seemed weak and poorly chosen,
and there was a strange look: in her face as
thoucb she were either afraid, or desperate,
or both,
"She lovea you," said Israel Kafka,
calmly. "And you do not know it. She
has power over you, as she has over me, but
the power to make you love her she bas not
She will destroy you, and your state will be
no better than mine to-day. We shall have
moved on a step, for I shall be dead and you
will be the madman, and she will have,
found another to love and torture. The
world is full of them. Her altar will never
lack sacrifices."
The Wanderer's face was grave.
'Vn mo-ir li mail nr nnt " he Said. "I
cannot tell. But you say monstrous things'
and vou shall not repeal mem.
"Did she not say that I might speak?"
asked Kafka, with a bitter langb.
"I will keep my word," siid TJnorna.
"You seek your own destruction. Find it
in vour own 'way. It will not be the less
sure. Speak say what yon will. You shall
not be interrupted."
The Wanderer drew back, not understand
ing what was passing, nor wby TJnorna waa
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so long-suffering.
"Say all you have to say," she repeated,
coming forward so that she stood directly in
front of Israel Kafka. "And you," she ad
aed, speaking to the Wanderer, "leave him
to me. Ho is quite right I can protect
myself, if I need any protection."
"You remember how we parted, TJnorna?"
said Kafka. "It is a month to-day. I did
not expect a greeting of yon when I came
back, or if I did expect it, I was foolish and
unthinking. I should have known you bet
ter. I should have known that there is
one-half of your word which you never
break the cruel half, and one thing which
you cannot forgive,, and that is my love for
you. And yet that is the very thing whloh
I cannot forget. I have come back to tell
yon so. You may as well know it"
TJnorna's expression grew cold as she saw
that he abandoned the strain of reproach and
spoke once more of his love for her.
"Yes, I see what you mean," he said verr
quietly. "You mean to show me by your
lace that you give me no hope. I shonld
have known that by other things I have
seen here. God knows, I have seen enonghl
But I meant to find you alone. I went to
yonr honse, I saw you eo out, I followed
you, I entered here I heard all and I un
derstand, for I know your power, as this
man cannot know it. Do you wonder that
I followed ypu? Do you despise me? Do
you think I still care because yon do? Love
is stronger than the woman loved, and for
her we do deeds of baseuess, nablusbingly,
BIE3SED THEM.
which she would forbid our doing, and for
which she despises us when she hates uj,
and loves us the more deeply when she lovea
us at all. You hate me then despise me
too, if yon will. It is too late to care. I
fnWn-arrA rnn like a snv. I saw what I ex-
I pected to see,-I have suffered what I knew I
f should suffer. You know that I hare been
away during this whole month, ana tnat J.
have traveled thousands of leagues in the
hope of forgetting you."
"And yet I fancied that I had seen you
within the month," TJnorna said, with a
cruel smile.
"They say that ghosts haunt the places
they have loved," answered Kafka, un
moved. "If that be true I may have
troubled your dreams, and yon may have
seen me. "I have come back broken in body
and in heart I think I have oome back to
die here. The lile Is going out of me, bnt
before it is quite gone I can say two things.
I can tell you that I know you at last, and
that, in spite of the horror of knowing what
vou are, I love you still."
" "Am I so very horrible 1" she asked,
scornfully.
"You know what you are better than I
can tell yon, but not better than I know.
1 know even the secret meaning ol yonr
moods and caprices. I know why yon are
willing to listen to me, this last time, so
patiently, with only now and then & sneer
and a cutting laugh."
"Why?"
"In order to make me suffer the more.
You will never forgive me now, for yoa
know that I know, and that alone is a sin
past all forgiveness, and over and above that
I am gnilty of the crime of loving when
you have no love for me."
'And as a last resource yon come 10 bib
and recapitulate your misdeeds. The plan
is certainly original, though it lacks wit"
"There is least wit where there is most
love, TJnorna. I take no account of tho
height of my folly when I see the depth of
my love, .which has swallowed up myself
and all my life. In the last hour I have
known Its depth and breadth and strength,
for I have seen what it can bear. And why
should I complain of it? Have I not many
times said that I wonld die for yon willing
ly? and is it not dying for you to die for
love of you? To prove my faith it were too
easy a death. When I look Into your face
I know that there is in me tbe heart that
made true Christian martyrs"
TJnorna laughed.
"Wonld you boa martyr?" she asked.
"Not for your faith but for the faith 1
once had in you and for the love that no
martyrdom could kill. Aye to prove that Z
love I would die a hundred deaths and to
gain yours I would die the death eternal."
"And you would have deserved it Have
you not deserved enough already, enough
of martyrdom lor tracking me to-day, fol
lowing me stealthily, like a thief and a spy,
to find out my ends and my doings?"
'I love you, TJnorna."
"And therefore yon suspect me of unimag
inable evil and therefore yon come out of
your hiding place and accuse me of thing
I have neither done nor thought of doing,
building up falsehood nponlie, and lie upon
falsehood in the attempt to ruin me in the
eyes oi one who has my friendship and who
is my friend. Yon are foolish to throw
yonrself upon my mercy, Israel Kafka."
"Foolish? Yes, and mad, tool And my
madness is all you hare left me take it it
is yours! Yon cannot kill my lore. Deny
my words, deny yonr deedsl Let all be
laise in you--it is but one pain more and
nir heart is not broken yet It will bear
another. Tell me that what I saw Had no
reality that you did not make him sleep
here, on this spot, before my eyes that yon
did not pour your love into his sleeping
ears, that you did not command, implore,
entreat and faill What is it all to me,
whether yon speak truth or not? Tell ma it
is not true that I would die a thousand
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