r-" THE PITTSBURG DISPATCH, SUNDAY, JUNE '28, 1891 1G i- ing I'll be at your house by. 9, and you'll go with me on board the Flying Cloud, won't you?" "Willingly, my dear Molly. I shall ex pect you to-morrow, and as the vessel will then "be out of quarantine, we shall be able to see the captain." "Isn't it Captain "Willis, John's friend?" inquired Mr?. Allaire. "Y"cs, Molly, and the Flying Cloud be longs to the Hollistcr fleet." "Very, well, it's agreed, then, Kate. I'll be at vour house at the hour named. Oh, how heavily the time will hang on my hands! "Wjil yon stop and take luncheon with me?" "If you like, dear Molly. My husband will be absent until evening and I can give you mv afternoon." "Thanks, thanks, Kate, and then we may talk of John, alwars of him. you know." "And little Walt? How does baby get on?" asked Mri. Parker. "He's fat and rosy,"rcplied Molly, happy as a bird! "What a glad day thaVll be when his father sees him againl Kate, I have half a mind to take him and his nurse with ns to-morrow. Ton know I don't like, to leave him even for a few-hours. I should be worried the moment he was out of my sight, the moment I had left him behind. "You're right, Molly," said Mrs. Barker, "Its a good idea, little" "Walt will be greatly benefited by the trip. The weather will be fine and the bay smooth. It will be the Jirst sail he has ever taken. "Well, then, evervthing is arranged." "Everything, dear Kate," replied Mrs. Allaire. " Kate remained at Prospect Cottage until B o'clock. On leaving her cousin she re peated that she would eipect her the next morning at 9 to go and visit the flying Cloud. CHAPTER IV. OK BOARD THE IT,TING CLOUD. It was jnst striking 8:30 in the belfries of Ban Diego as Mrs. Allaire and the nurse, who was carrying little Walt, left Prospect Cottase. She passed quickly through the broad aveuues of the upper city, bordered with villas having gardens enclosed by ornamental fences, and soon reached the narrow and more built-up streets of the business portion. It was in Fleet street that Lewis Baskcr rt tided, not far from the wharf belonging to the Pacific Coast Steam ship Company. All in all, it was a pretty long walk and it was 0 o'clock when Kate opened the door for Mrs. Allaire. It was a residence plain almost to gloomi ness. The blinds of the front windows were almost always closed.as Lew Barkerrcceived onlv bu-encss acquaintances and maintained no i'riendly relations with his neighbors. People knew the man very slightly, even 5n Fleet street, as his business affairs kept him away from the house from morning till night! Beside, he was out of town, a great deal, going most frequently to San Francisco in pursuit of .chemes of which he said nothing to his wife. This particular mooiing he was not in his office when Mrs. Allaire reached the house. Kate made excuses for her husband's not being able to accompany them on board the Flying Cloud, adding" that he would cer tainly join them at luncheon. "I'm r.uiilv. mv dear Mollv." said she. after having kis;-ed the baby, "but don't you want to rest for a moment?" "I'm not tired," replied Mrs. Allaire. "Von don't need anything?" "Xothing. Kate. I" long to meet Captain "Willis. Prav let's start at ones." Mrs. Barker's only servant was an old woman, a mulattress, whom her husband had broueht from New York with him. This woman, whose name was Nanny, had been Barker's nure. Never having served in anv other familr excepting his she was completely deotcd to him and still called him by his firt name as she had done when he 'nas a child. This creature, grnflf and dictatorial, was the only one who ever seomed to exercise any influence over Lew barker, and he intrusted her absplutely Trith the management of his house. How often had Kate been mado to feel the weight of this domineering sway, which was pushed at times to disre spect. "But File bowed to this tyranny on Nanny's part as she did to that exercised bv her husband. In her resignation, which, was but another name for weakness, she let things go as they might and Nanny took no counsel with her in relation to the manage ment of house affairs. As Kate turned to leave the house the mulattress enjoined upon her the necessity of reaching Home" before midday as Lew would soon return and jt wouhlnot do to keep him Waiting. Besides there was an important matter of which he wished to speak to Mrs. Allaire. "What does she refer to?" asked Molly of her cousin. "How should I know," replied Mrs. Barker. "Come, Molly, let's b off." There was no time to'belost Mrs. Allaire and Kate Barker, accompanied by the nurse and child, turned their steps toward the wharf, which they reached in less than 10 minutes. The Flying Cloud, which, had now passed through the formalities of quarantine, had not vol been docked, but. lay at anchor at the farther end of the bey, a cable' length inside of Loma Point It would, therefore, be necessary t cross the bay to go on board, the vesel, which would not be hauled up to the dock until later. It was about two miles ncros and the passage was effected by means of steam launches, which made half hourlv trips. Moll- Allaire and Kate Barker took Eeats in the ktcam launch along with a dozen other passengers. Most of tlicm were friends or relatives of the crew of the Flying Cloud, who wished to avail themselves of the first opportunity offered to visit the ship, The launch cast off its lines, got cleaf of the wharf, and under the action of its screw, took an oblique course across the bay, puff ing steam at every stroke of its piston. With its placid surface mirroring the fleecy clouds and blue sky, the bay was now visible its entire length with the houses of Ban Diego rising amphitheater-like up the heights, and the old city at the bottom of the narrows lying between Island Point and Point Loma; the huge Coronado Hotel, standing out boldly with its palace-like architecture, and the lighthouse, whose lan tern shed, its broad glow over the sea after nightfall. There were a number of vessels anrhored here and there, of which the steam launch ikiliully steered clear, as she did of the boats coming toward her. "and of the fishing smacks that were hugging the wind to lengthen their tack. Mrs. Allaire, with her cousin next her, was seated on one of the deck benches, while on the other side of her sat the nurse hold ing little Walt, who, under the influence of the fresh sea air, was in the best of spirits, and followed with wondering eyesthe move ments of the sea gulls as tnev sailed over his head, uttering their shrill cries. His mother was delighted with the look of per fect health stamped upon that sweet hyle face, and bent over several times to kiss it, being each time rewarded with a smile. But Molly's atteutinn was soon attracted by catching sight of the Flying Cloud. Ly ing somewhat away from the other vessefs, the three-master loomed up in full view at the other end of the bay with her colors radiant in the morning sunlight. She was swinging with the tide, her bend turned to the i estward and the subsiding waves of the ocean,sH-ell were "breaking against her tautly stretched chain. MfillyJ whole soul went out in that long, silent look. She was thinking of John, who had been borne away on a ohip which one might say was the brother of this one, so much did they resemble each other, were they not the children ot the same house of Hoilister? "Was not their home port the same? Had their keeli not been laid in the tame ship yard? Yielding to the fascination oi an illusion, which her imagination under the stimulus of recollection conjured up for her, Molly was about to meet her husband, he was there on board, awaiting her, he would wave his hand to her the moment he catjght sight of her and she would throw herself into his arms. "With this, his name trembled on her lips, she called him, he re plied, repeating her name again and again. A slight outcry from her child broke the spell, and she looked to see that it was really the Flying Cloud they were approach ing, and not the Dreadnaught, between her and which the broad Pacific was rolling its manv, nianv leagues. "Another ship will be there in place of this some day,'' she murmured, turning her gaze upon Mrs. Barker. "Yes, dear Molly," replied Kate, "and it will be John who will be standing on deck to receive us." Mrs. Barker understood very well that a vague anxiety oppressed her cousin's heart when she interrogated the future. It had taken tho steam launch a quarter of an hour to cover the two miles between the wharf at San Diego and Point Lonna. The passen gers made their way to the landing 'from which the Flying Cloud was lying scarcely a cable's length awav. There was one of the ship's boats lying at the foot of the stairway in charge of two sailors. Mrs. Allaire made herself known to them, and the men announced themselves in readiness to row her over to the ship. A few strokes were sufiicient to do this, and Captain Willis having recog nized Mrs. Allaire, stepped to the gangway to receive her.. The eaptain conducted his guests to the quarter-deck, while, tho mate continued the necessary preparations to get the Flying Cloud at her dock in tbe city . "Captain "Willis," said Mrs. Allaire, "I'm informed that vou spoke the Dreadnaught." "Yes, Madam," replied the taptain, "and I'm able to assure you that she was in good trim, as I have already reported to Mr. Hoi lister." "And von saw him you saw John?' "The Dreadnaught and the Flying Cloud passed each other close enough for Captain Allaire and me to eachange a few words.', "Yes. Youluvc seen him!" said Mrs. All-tiro in nn undertone to herself, as if the keen eyes of love had seen a vision of the Dreadnaught projected from the captain's face. Mrs. Barker then asked several ques ions' to the replies to which Molly li steoed attentively, although her eyes were turned seaward townrd the dutant horizon. "On that day," continued Captain "Willis, "the weather happened to be very favor able, ami the Dreadnaught was scudding along with every sail set Captain John was on the quarter deck, glass in hand. He hid shifted his helm to come alongside of me, for I couldn t change my conrse, being already so close to the wind that my sails were almost flap'ping." It was evident that 3lrs. Allaire aid not understand the precise meaning of these terms made use of by Captain Willis, but she was sure of one thing that the man standing in front of her had seen John, had conversed with him for an instant. "As we passed each other," said the captain, "your husband waved his hand to me and shouted: 'Everything is going all right, "Willis; the .moment you reach San Diego give my love to my dear wife.' Then the two ships separated and soon passed out of each other's sight" "What day was it that you fell in with the Dreadnaught?" asked "Mrs. Allaire. "March 23," replied Captain "Willis, "at 11:25 A. M." Mrs. Allaire was so particular about these details that the captain sent for the chart, and designated tho exact point at which the two vessels had to pass each other. It was 118 longitude west from Greenwich, and 20 north latitude. In ether words, 1,700 miles west of San Diego. If the weather should continue favorable, and there is every reason 'to believe that t would at this season of the year, Captain John would surely make a quick and agreeable passage across the waters of the North Pacific And, further, as he was to find a cargo awaiting him at Calcutta, his sojourn in the capital of the Indies would be very brief, and his return to America would bcaccoai plished without any delay. At this moment tho mate made his ap pearance oh the quarter deck, and informed the captain that they were ready to get un der way. The sailors standing on the fore castle were only waiting the signal to break anchor. Captain Willis offered to send Mrs. Allaire ashore unless she preferred to remain on hoar.d. In tkat" case, she coald cross the bay on the Flving Cloud ,and so reach the city. . It would take abtut two hours for the ship to make lirr docks. Mrs. Allaire would have been very glad to accept the captain's invitation, but she was expected at luncheon at 12. She felt confident that Kate, after what the mulat tress had said, would be verv anxious to reach, home byihe time hor husband did, and she therefore requested Captain Willis to put them ashore so that they might be in time to catch the steam launch. The necessary orders were given, and Mrs. Allaire and her cousin took their leave of the captain, who kissed both of little Walt's rosy checks. While waiting for the steam launch to start, Molly sat watching-with deep interest the movements of the Flying Cloud. Keep ing time with the rude song of the boat swain, the sailors began to break anchor and the chain to creak on the hawse, wnile the mate ordered enough sail to be set to carry the vessel with the help of the tide to her dck. The steam launch was now about to cast off, and gave a shrill whistle to call in her passengers, twoor three of whom quickened their pace coming up the point in front of Coronado Hotel. Mrs. Allaire, Kate Bar ker and the nurse took seats on oneoftke starboard benches, whjle the other passengers, about 20 in all, rambled about the deck. A filial blow of the whistle was sounded, the screw began to move, and the launch put out across the bay. It was only 11:30, and Mrs! Allaire would reach the house in Fleet street in time, for a quarter of an hour was all that was re quired to make the trip across the bay. As the launch steamed awav, Molly's gaze re mained riveted upon the Flying Cloud. The anchor was up, the sails caught the breeze and the ship began to move ahead. Once in her place alongside the wharf, Molly would be able to pay as many visits to Captain Willis as she might choose. The steam launch shot along rapidly. The houses of the city perched upon the different terraces of the picturesque amphitheater stood out more and more plainly. It was only a quarter of a mile farther to the wharf. "Look out!" suddenly cried one of the hands posted at the bow of the launch, as he turned to the man-at the w.hccl, who was standing on a little bridge in " front of the smokestack. ' As she heard this cry, Mrs. Allaire looked toward the port side of the launch, where they were running out a vessel which was also -attracting the attention of the other passengers, most of whom had gone forward. A large schooner brig, which had pulled out from the line of vessels lying at the docks, was making ready to go to sea with her bow turned toward Island Point She had been taken in tow by a tug, and was already pretty well under headway. This schooner brig-was right in front ofjhe steam lruinch and so near that it became absolutely neces-. sary to let her pass, and for this reason the man at the bow had warned the helmsman. A grave anxiety now came upon the pas sengers, an anxiety the more justifiable in that the bay was filled with vessels anchored here and there, and hence it was very natural that there should be a rush made toward the stern of the launch. Everyone saw that it would be necessary for the steam launch to come to a standstill in order to let the tug and the brig got by, the course being also encumbered by a number of fishing WPJ R ' Y Itdl, Then, BrcryOitng Is Arranged. smacks darting hither and thither in the stiff brseze. . "Look out!" repeated the man at the bow. "All right!" answered the man at the helm, "there's no danger. I .have room enough!" But hampered by tho sudden appearance of a large steamer in her wake, the tug un expectedly changed her course, veering round to the port There was a loud outcry, in which the crew of the brig joined, for they were trying to be of assistance to the tug by steering. in the same direction. The tug and the steam launch werp now not 20 feet apart Grcatlv alarmed, Mrs. Barker had sprune to her feet while Molly had instinctively reached for little Walt, who she held tight ly pressed to her bosom. "Starboard, staiboard your helm!" cried the captain of the tug to the man on the bridge of the steam launch, but this officer needed not directions, he understood what was necessary to do, and in order to keep out of the tug's way, he threw the head ef the steam launch around with considerable violence, lor the brig was already under food headway and hence the tugwould have een in danger of being run down, if it had slacked its pace. j , So suddenly and vigorously had the helm of the launch been put to the" starboard that the craft gave a violent lurch, and as an in evitable rcsult.many of the passengers were thrown off their feet The cries that now wont up wcre'those of terror, for it seemed as if the steam launch were about to capsize. At this instant Mrs. Allaire, who was standing near the railing, not being able, to recover her balanee, was thrown overboard with her child. The brig grazed the steam launch in passing her ana thus ended all fears of a collision. "Molly! Molly !" shrieked Kate, around whom one of the passengers threw lus arms, as she was about to spring after her cousin. Suddcpfy one of the sailors leaped over board and struck out fer Mrs. Allaire, who, buoyed up by her clothing, was floating a few vards awav. With her babe elasned tightly in her arms she was on the point of sinKing, nowever, wnen tne ESlor reached .her. " As the launch had been stopped immedi ately it was not a difficult task for this sailor, a strong man and an excellent swim mer, to rescue Mrs. Allaire. Unfortunately at the very moment the man reached out to lay hold of the captain's wife her strength tailed her, her hold upon the child relaxed, and little Walt slipped out of her arms and disappeared. In an utterly unconscious condition Molly was lifted on board the launch and tenderly cared for. Again the fearless sailor he was a man about 30, Zach French by name disappeared over the side of the' launch and dived repeatedly in search of the child. It was all in vain, however. Little Walt's body had been swept away by some lower current , All this time, the passengers, 'aided by Kate and the nurse, both of them' wild with grief, were making every possible effort to bring Molly back to consciousness. They were successfnl at last Her lips moved, she murmured the name of Walt, as her eyes opened and her bewildered gaze rested upon the strange faces. 'JMy child!" she gasped. Then she recog nized Zach French, who had just clambered up t lie side ot tne launch. His arms viere emvty. "My child?" she burst out in a piteous tone. Then with a sudden movement she sprang up, repulsed those who endeavored to re strain herjiud darted toward the stern. She would certainly have thrown herseff over board had not a number of strong hands been stretched out to prevent It became necessary to restrain the unfortunate woman by main force as the steam launch resumed her course toward lier wharl. With distorted features and clenched hands, Mrs. Allaire now sank back motion less into her cousin's arms. A few minutes later the launch reached the wharf and Molly was taken up quickly but tenderly and transported to ner cousin's house. Lew Birker had just reached home. He ordered I the servant to summon a physician. . Although the latter answered the sum mons at once, it was not until, after pro longed efforts that he succeeded in restoring Molly to consciousness. Looking about her with a wild stare, she exclaimed: "What is it? What has happened? Ah, yes I know," and then as a sweet smile spread over herr face, shs added: "It's John! He's coming, he's coming! He's comi jj back to his wife and his child. John, John is here!" The Captain's wife had become insane. To Be Continued Next Sunday.' LONGEST BEARD 03 EECOBD. A Connecticut Man Who Has Whiskers 7 Feet 3 Inches Long. Henry C. Cook, a tailor, has probably the "longest beard of any man in the world. It is 7 feet 2 or 3 inches long. Mr. Cook is a small, wiry, withered man only aBout,5 feet 6 inches talL The tail of his beard, when he let it fall in front of him, trails about two feet on the Eronod. He did not let the beard grow so long, in order to ex cite curious attention, but was indifferent about it, or, as it chose to keep on growing, he just let it grow. It-is now over 30 years old, a water fall of dark silky hair. What notoriety it has brought to him is very distasteful fo Mr. Cook, who is one From a Photo. of the quietest, most retiring men in the world. He has scissored and basted and sewed a snug little fortune for himself, and all the time the beard kept growing leisurely and unobtrusively. After the beard had be come more than two feet long Mr. Cook tucked it inside his shirt, and it grew even faster in there. But it was so completely out of sight that even after it had become as long as it is, his most intimate friends never suspected that the ambitious but 'retiring beard was growing fame for its possessor. Finally, one day about nine years ago the little tailor trotted up two long flights of stairs into the photograph rooms of his friend, Mr. Laighton, squared, off before a camera, yanked a great wad of hair out of the bosom of his 6hirt, made a deft twist or two at it, and lo! a hirsute cascade flowed to his feet. Mr. Laighton-was astonished, but he pulled the trigger and the camera did the rest. One of Mr. Barnum's agents once offered Mr. Cook SS0 a week ,and ex penses if he would go with him and just let his beard keep on growing wkere the world could look at it Mr. Cooks wife might' travsl with him and the showman would pay her expenses also, but the offer was spurned. Mr. Cook is between 60 and 70 years. His thick, luxuriant hair is as black as a crow's wing, and there is hardly a silver thread in either his hair or his beard. TVhero Women Surpass. If ew York Tribune 7 There is no working-woman more inde pendent than the forewoman of a largo mil linery establishment who has no pecuniary interest in the business. Her falary may range from (2,000 to $3,000 a year. In some cases she is the European buyer of the stock, and the firm pays her expenses to Europe twice a year. There has been'no effort on the part of such women to snpplant men who formerly did all tho European buying, but fheir superior ability has lifted them to the highest places in their business. Furniture packed, hauled and shipped. Hauoh &KEE3tAr33 Wjiter street sa " O HIS LUCK IN HORSES. Bffl.Nye Tells All About the Various Animals He Has Owned. HE BEGAN BY DEALING IN MULES And Wound Up by Giving a Brute in Pay ment for a Big Board Bill. JSCIDENTAL BEMARKS ON E0ADS iwmn.es pob ran dispatch. HE horse is the most intelligent ani mal there is. He is more intelligent than the man who bnys him, some times. I bought some horses during the past year. Shall I speak of it here for the benefit of those who are on the eve of purchas ing a good, kind, sound, young horse or a pair of those for home use? I have succeeded at this writing in getting a very excellent pair of stseds. so that now if I had a good road to drive them on I would be almost happy. Allow me to digress for a moment while I speak of the wagon road of North Caro lina. The system has been a bad one for someyears,cspeciallyin theWestem part of the State. For that reason the roads have been practically impassable a good daal of the year. The Asheville and Hcndersonville road, for instance, is kept now in the same repair that the road is from Zanzibar to Lake Victoria Uyanza. It was formerly a tel road, and though the tolls were used: mostly for personal expenses by the owners of the road, the bill was always made out for tho: c who desired to ride over the route. The Road Strewn With Bones. I speak thu3 plainly of these roads, hop ing that it may result in great good to those who live thereon. Free From Burglars. At present the road above referred to is simply an ill-kempt trail, along which are strewn the wrecks of busted vehicles and the bones of people whose necks have been dis located in trying to ride over them, and who have been left alone to die. Though a public road of great importance, very few people drive over it unless under the influ ence of liquor. There are places on this road where mountain springs soak up through the road bed, and have done so for centuries, while the roadmaster has been waiting for them to dry out The result is that a stoncboat is the only vehicle which will jafely make the trip. Hitch a 2-year-old heifer w ith a clay bank mule, and then on the lead put a lavender jackass, and if you are a careful driver you may, take your children to Asheville, but if not you will surely be short two or threet on the way home. Lots of North Carolina families nave only 11 or 12 children left out of a possible 20, owing to .the condition of the roads. This reckless outlay of children, it seems to me, if noth ing else, should teach us to improve our roads. He Is Cxempt From Burglaries. I was saying the other day tbat after a pretty general knowledge of North Caro lina for five or six years 1 was astonished to notice that there had been no burglaries within my observation. This is remark able, especially to me, for I have lived where a burglary was not uncommon, and where I have suffered myself, having lost a silver-plated butter dish in that way eight J rears ago, also what butter we had'in the louse at the time, it being concealed in the butter dish. I also bhot a burglar, 11 years ago, who was breaking into my residence, but he had only GO cents on his person at the time, and even that the Coroner took away from me on the following day. The burglar has it all his own way at the North, but here in North Carolina, where the mos quito, never lives and the politician never dies, burglary is ft capital offense. All burglars over 14 years of age are executed. This tends to turu the attention of bright young burglars toward politics. I never felt so secure before in my life. I leave mylarge, massive.selid silver watch on the escritoire every night now, whereas I usedto put it under the mattress. It is a very comlortable tccling, J. assure you. ut course chickens are not safe, especially during a colored revival. Revival and the Chicken Roost. I do not wish to be misunderstood regard ing this matter, but I was told on the start bv a devout Christian of the Caucasian race that if I cared anything for my "broilers" I would watch them most carefully durincr a colored revival, for at that time the more "earnest" negroes were all so torn up in their minds that they could not work at all during the day, and the revival took all tho night, or nearly so. Therefore, when the pangs ot huuger and the rumblings and retchings of a sin-sick soul had been prey ing on an ordinary colored man for a week or ton days he was hollow clean into the ground, and his better judgment didn't stand any chance whatever. I got some chickens when I first came here. Some of them had cholera, but I did not know it at first Quite a number of the chickens were almost immediately stolen, but three of them were not. They seemed to be spared as monuments ot African mercv. Finally I found that it was because they "had the cholera. Come down and see us some time. I don't mind killing the last hen in the house when company comes. P. S Bring some butter with you; ours might keep you awake nights. l'opular to Bay Horses. But we were speaking of the horse man's best friend. I began 15 years ago by own ing a little pack jack called Boomerang. He cost me $8, but I was poor an'd could not buy a horse. Also it was unpopular to get one in any other way. If you got one in any other way, in the language of the vigilance committee, the community gen erally threw in a halter at its own expense. Boomerang was a bright young ass, with a dark cross on his back and a sawbuck saddle on which I used to pack sidepork and other titbits lo tempt my appetite and tickle my palate while" prospecting for gold in the bowels of the earth. Also I carried salt with which to salt my mines if I found them in hot weather and feared that they might get too gamcy. Boomerang had no home tics. If he had any relatives they did not correspond with him. He and I grew up together on the Medicine Bow range; almost like boys and girls together, yon might say.. But he was not happy. Sometimes I thought possibly, as he got to knowing me better, perhaps I was a disappointment to him. He acted that way. Anyhow he would sob and cry while he thought I was asleep, many and many a night His Lack With Yellow Fever. After that I got more forehanded, "and when I got the first, payment on one of my justly celebrated pickled mines I bought a mule called Xcllow Fever.- This mule was sold to me as a ood, kind family mule, and I intended to raise yet other mules for the market Yellow Fever was almost always fatal, however, no matter where she broke out. Our first grave on Vinegar Hill was taken charge ot by a man who partially roached the tail of Yellow Fever. She is still alive, but childless.. No little feet pat: tcr about her corral. No little croupy voices salute the silent night in her simple home. Five vears later I bought an American horse off a comparative stranger. He was a Hiawatha, the Indian Pony. spirited horse, with a piercing eye on the side where I stood. Oh, he was a corker. He had lots of pop and enterprise nnd high purposes into him, als,o bright red nostrils, and he was checked up real high. The man who sold me this horse said that he intended settling down and starting a bank in our town.but he did not. There was some hitch about getting a large enough building, I believe. He sold me this horse Hectic, by Judas Priest because his wife had died. He said that Hectic was her horse, and sinco she died he could not bear to look at him. Then he came and cried into my lap quite 'n little spell. Investigated Hectic's Symptoms. That night the horse was ill all night A neighbor told me that Hectic had the colic, but when I put my hand on the little hot stomach of my steed he kicked me across the plaza and" into a bed of cacti. It hurt me a good deal, especially in my finer feel ings, It doesn't take much to hurt my feelings. I suppose that it would be verv difficult, indeed, to mind a man who is so susceptible to a kick at the hands of a spir ited horse as I am. On the following day a veterinarian from Leipsic examined Hectic and made quite an extended report. I am not a horse man, so I cannot remember what ho said, but I know he said that his lumpers were down. I asked him if we could not get them up again. I would do all that I could to boom them through the press and on .the street But he looked at me sadly, and I could see the tears gathering in his eyes. Then he turned away, and I could hear him mntter something toTiimsclf in German. I do not understand German readily, but I would not be the man he was talking about for anything in this world. A Marvelous fndlan Pony. Later, when I had.taken the crape off the stable door and had waited a year after the death of Hectic for he could not eat any thing but kumiss with his artificial teeth, and so died about six Weeks after his mind failed I bought an Indian pony called Hiawatha. Hiawatha is still alive, though very few of. his owners are. He belonged to tne Siwash tribe, and had a brand on him which was the crest of Old Soiled Nose, the chief of the Yaps. Hiawatha came into our family well recommended by one of the pleasantest ex temporaneoua speakers I ever saw. His home was on Fifty-eighth fctreet, New York City, and he dealt in horses just because he loi ed them. He said that Hiawatha knew more than lots of men who held office, and I never saw a man use such an effort to control himself as this man did when he said good by to Hiawatha and took the ferry for his wretched and lonelv home. Fortunately, Hiawatha did not kifl any of our family, be cause we have a good physician, and he can save anyone after many other doctors have given them up. So then I sent the pony back to the owner to board. I forgot to say that a neighbor of mine bor rowed Hiawatha to ride to hounds once, and has not spoken to me since. I sent the ani mal back to board at $12 a month, and left orders with the man to sell, but of course at 12 a month for plain table d'hote board the sale hangs fire and seems to drag a good deal. Last week this man wrote me that the bill was 84. I said I was sorry, but would leave him and Hiawatha, to fight it out to gether. I then did him all the injury I could without filling his grave with Lim burger cheese. I made him a present of Hiawatha, and wringing his hand I came away. Bill Nye. AN0TKES EOKAN AITAB. Tills Is a Larje One and Was Foand in a Trench Dug for 'Water Pipes. Illustrated News of the "World. There is a well-known Eoman site in the county of Durham, on the banks of the Eivcr Wear, called Binchcster. A few days ago some interesting discoveries were made by Mr. John Proud, a local solicitor and antiquary; but a remarkable addition has been made by the unearthing of an altar on the land of Mr. J. E. Newby, the present resident at Binchester Hall, who is now having water pipes laid to supply his house hold. This altar is 4 leet 3 inches in height by 1 foot 2 inches in breadth, and 1 foot i inch in depth, and it is in excellent preservation. It has, sculptured on its sides, the four principal sacrificial implements, the "securis," or ax, the '??.- The Roman Altar. "culter," or knife, the "patera," or dish, and the "pnefericulnm," or jug. Besides this it bears an inscription, which in En glish signifies: "To Jupiter, the best and greatest, and to the Ollototian, or Trans marine Mothers, Pomponius Donatus, a beneficiary of the consul, in gratitude for the safety of himself and those belonging to nim,has paid his vow with a willing mind." The curious thing about this inscription is the title given to the mother goddesses. wmmmtikKmutoa.- jssmm WW" THE BKOOK DRIED OT. Significance of the Suffering That Came Down Upon Elijah IN HIS PLEASANT HIDING PLACE. He Was Eejoicing in the Punishment of the People of Israel. LEAENED A LESSON OP FELLOWSHIP CWBITTE3T TOB TOT DlSrATCH. J "And it came to pass after awhile that the brook dried up, because there was no rain in the land." This is a part of the story of the education of Elijah. Elijah had come over out of Gilead upon an errand from the Lord God Almighty. The people of Israel had fallen into base idolatry. They had made a spirit ual rebellion. They had dethroned God. And Elijah came to bring them back into allegiance. 'JAnd Elijah the Tishbite, who -was of the sojourners of Gilead, said untoAhab, as the Lord,.the God of Israel, liveth, before 'whom I. stand, there shall not be dew or rain these years but according to my word." That was Elijah's message. That was the beginning of his mission. And when he had brought that word from the living God to the rebellious King, he went away and hid himself beside this brook. And then God began to make him ready for the next part of his great work. God went on edu cating Elijah. The Work or Education. It is not likely that Elijah was ever graduated from any school, or ever read a Dook in all his "life, not even the Bible. Godhallthe time edusating messengers, missionaries, men and women who are to do His work in the world. That is how God does His work, by setting us to do it, and, first, of all, by educating ns so that we may be able to do it. Everybody has some work of God to do, and is under the education of God. And God educates us in many ways; sometimes out of the pages of books; but, most of all, and always, out of that open book, which is written in the uni versal language to be read of all, and in which we nave a lesson every day, the book of life, the book of human experience. God was teaching Elijah his lessons, not out of a dry book, but out of a dry brook. All the land over, God was teaching ter rible lessoHs out of the dry brooks. Every body was in Elijah's class. Day after day, till the weeks grew into months, the sky glowed like a furnace, and the earth was parched into hot dust, and all the green things in the fields withered, and all living living creatures went athirst nnd hungry. There was one word in every heart, and the word was "famine." Everything else was forgotten. Everybody prayed for rain. Getting the Attention of People. The first thing, if you are to teach any body, is to get attention. Even God must have attention. And somotimes it takes a strange sight, indeed sometimes it takes a tragedy or a famine to get men to look in God's direction, and to listen to his voice. It did here. These people were wholly given over to the secular side of life. They were all the time looking down, and never up. We read about the golden calves at Dan and Bethel, and about strange temples and grove3 of Baal and Ashteroth at Samaria and Jezrccl, and all that old life seems far away, and foreign, and obsolete and altogether out of relation with the life we live to-day. But human nature does not greatly change. Names change, but the facts which lie behind them continue. Languages, customs, skies change; the center of the world moves from one land to another; out wardly there is absolute revolution, every thing is different; Dan and Bethel, Samaria and Jezreel, fall into ruins, and New York and Philadelphia, Pittsburg and Chicago, take their places; and Baal and Ashteroth are dead. But men and women meet the same temptations still and fall into the same sins. The devil wears a different dress; that is about the only difference. Lesson of tho Golden Calves. The golden calves at Dan and Bethel were sel up as a substitute for the old religion. That was what they meant They signified unrest, dissatisfaction, desire for change. Let us go no more te church; let us seek God along some other path. They were, of course, a political necessity. The northern kingdom had separated from the southern, and the northern people were no longer wel come at Jerusolem. Nevertheless, they had their own individual meaning. They represented a condition of things with which we are perfectly familiar. Tney rep resented a distinctly modern temper. It is a characteristic of our own day also that multitudes of people are turning away from Jerusalem and tiying to find God somewhere else, at Dan or at Bethel. And the next step in religion in that ancient commonwealth was to build a temple to uaal and to plant a grove to Asnterotn. A significant step! Baal was the god of business and Ashteroth vi as the goddess of society. That is, among the Hebrews of King Ahab's day, the worshippers of Baal were for the most .part men who set business before religion, and the worship ers of Ashteroth were for the most part women who set society before religion. Changed Religion for Commerce. For King Ahab wanted to. make money. He desired to strengthen the State. And as his tastes were for the arts of peace rather than for the glories of war, he turned his attention to commerce. And the great commercial nation in that neighborhood in that dav was Phoenicia, up on the sea coast, having Tyre and Sidon for its ports, and sending its ships far out along the Mediter ranean Sea. But the Phoenicians worshipped Baal. To be friendly with the Phoenicians meant a companionship with idolaters. And that, God bad forbidden. To make an alliance with Phoenicia, and to make it stromr, meant a recognition of Phoenician religion. And that was a breaking of the foremost of the commandments. vOn the other hand, it insured commercial success. It was the path to business pros perity. That was the alternative which confronted Ahab. Shall I put business first- or the commandments of God first? And so I say that, whatever that old god Baal may have meant in Tyre and Sidon, among King Ahab's people it meant the adoration of the dollar. And that, I be lieve, is not an obsolete religion. Why Ashteroth Was Worshiped. And then, to'make alliance doubly strong, Ahab married Jezebel, daughter of the Phoenician King. And Jezebel brought with her a great company of priests of Ashteroth, 400 of whom ate at her own table. And so the worship of Ashteroth with Baal became a part of the life of Ahab's eourt. Everybody who wanted to stand well at court must pay devotion at the shrine of Ashteroth. Presently, as the fierce 'temper of the Queen more and more showed itself, the ehoice between religion and society became more sharp and more imperative. All the nobility of Israel, all the princes and the prelates, all the great lords and the fine ladies, had to choose between court and conscience, 'between the approbation of Jezebel and the approbation of Jehovah. That is what Ashteroth meant Ashteroth was the goddess of irreligious society. And all her worshipers had preferred pleas ure and social position to the obedience of God. Baal and Ashteroth were the deities of Ahab's Israel. God was forgotten. Then the drought came, and the brooks ran dry. And famine followed, and there was a sud den stop in all that irreligious business, and a sudden break in the gayeties of all that irreligious society. And men and women began to think. They began to pay atten tion to the voice of God. This is one of Tho Benedictions of Disaster. that it sets us face to face with the realities of life. "We come into an irresistible recog nition of the fact that there is something more valuable than nioney, and more precious than pleasure. Day by day we are busy doing our day's work, occupied in the small interests which crowd our time, set upon transitory purposes, taken up with matters of the moment. And these things seem the only realities there are. God is out of sight and out of mind. Heaven and hell are theological expressions. Prayer is of no practical value. But we can put our hand on tho round face of a dollar. We can be absolutely sure of the existence of a dollar. That, anyhow, is real And then comes trouble. And what a change that makes! What a reversal of all our valuations! Can money help us? Can society. console us? Oh Baal, hear us? But there is no voice, nor any that answers. Baal is silent; Ashteroth 'is silent And here is. drought and the famine, and the brook is dried up because there is no rain in the land. Then we begin to think. And we remember God. And we change the emphasis of our life, and put it in a better place. And the dry brook teaches the les son which it taught in Ahab's day the les son of the supremacy of God, the lesson of the infinite seriousness of life. Cared for by tho Ravens. But Elijah knew that lesson. There was no need tp teach that to Elijah. Let the other brooks dry up- but this brook Cherith at Elijah's feet surely God will keep that full of water. Morning and evening come the ravens, bringing breakfast and supper to the hungry prophet, and he drinks the water of the brook. God is taking care of Elijah. The hot sun glares out of the sky, but the deep val ley is in the shadow. The famine tightens its hold, upon the starvinq;peopIe, but Eli jah either thirsts nor hungers. And he paces up and down in his solitary valley, safe and satisfied, and rejoices, like Jonah, to imagine the fearful execution of the sen tence of the indignant God. But by and Dy the heat begins to creep down into the pleasant valley; little by lit tle the water in the brook grows less. The days pass; the anxious prophet watches; at kst, "af er a while, the brook dries up. And. the drought to-iches Elijah. Now here is one of the hardest things to under stand in the hard problem of pain. I mean this strange impartiality. If the brook had dried up in front of Ahab's palace, that would have been right. We could see, plainly enough, what that was for. But when the brook dries up at the feet of the only good man in the whole country, that is quite a different matter. "There was no rain in the land," nnd that affected Elijah's brook just as it affected Ahab's. Some times there is a pestilence in the land, and the Saint Suffers I.lke tho Sinner. All the time there is trouble in the land, of one sort or another, and the trouble touches. the good just as it touches the bad. There is no difference. And we wonder why. No doubt but Elijah, standing on the bank of the dry brook, wondered why. We cm see why," in Elijah's case. The dry brook taught Elijah the lesson of fellow, ship. There he sat apart in his pleasant valley, and all the world about him was full of trouble. It is not likely that he cared at all.. A stern man, a preacher of the indig nation of an offended God. Probably it gave him a certain fierce joy to think of all that misery. These people had sinned and now they were getting properly punished: and Elijah was glad of it. And he needed to be taught better than that And so the dry brook brought him, first of all, out of his satisfied seclusion. He had to leave that pleasant valley. Trouble comes and makes our old life im- j possible any longer. We have been abid ing in some pieasani vaney, and lioa sum inonsus out of it. The brook dries up, and we cannot go on in the old wav. Sometimes it seemsdike the end of all ihat is worth while in life. Probably it is but the begin ning of a wider living. It is no longer well for us to stay in the pleasant valley. God has some work for us to do, some help for U3 to render in His service, and we need the closer brotherhood with men which we could never have in the secluded valley. That is why the brook dries up. Elijah Learned the Lesson. Ont goes Elijah into the suffering world. Hungry and thirsty he takes his journey across the country. He knows now what starvation means. Areat pity begins to take possession of his heart He thinks now about the great famine in quite anoth er way and wants it ended. And presently he is standing on the top of Carmel and looking up into the hot sky and praying God for rain. It is essential that whoever would be a helper of men must first have fellowship with men. He must go out among them, and know them. He cannot stay anart in any pleasant seclusion, having no experi- uuwv. ...w -....,.,. u..w .U...JV nuivoi ut.lU. a the lite of man; he must himself bear our sicknesses and carry our sorrows. We must first love him before he can be of help to us. And we can love him only when he first loves us. Christ stands supreme in our affection, because He came out among us and touched our hands with His hands, and did not in any way hold Himself aloof even from sinners. And because He was tempted" He becomes our helper in temptation. Be cause He suffered with us He becomes our Savior. The brook dries up and we begin to un derstand what other people suffer. And so we begin tp be able to help them. There is that blessing in pain and trouble anyhow that it gives sympathy, "and fellowship, and understanding. It sends us out of the pleasant valley into the world where God needs us for His work. The dry book taught Ahab the existence of God; but it taught Elijah the existence of man. ' Geokge Hodges. A F0U2-LEGGED THIEF. The Wonderlnl Dog That Stole Money From a ICival of Ills Matter. A butcher in Bern was astonished one day recently at seeing his dog run into his shop and lay down at his feet the sum of 20 francsjn the shape of 200-francnotesandone 50 franc note. He carried the money im mediately to the police office, bat it was not until some hours later that the owner was discovered. Another butcher sent notice that he had suddenly lost 250 francs and could not discover the thief, as it had hap pened while be was alone in the shop, and had been in his hand a moment before he lost it The dog thief, according to the Berner Zeilunrj, had paid a visit to his colleague in the shop of the owner of the notes, and when the owner's back was turned had stolen the money and scampered off with it to his own master. It is possible that the dog had come to his own conclusion about the value of the bank notes. A MOSaUITO NET OF SAED. How the Inhabitants of Brazil Keep Off the industrious Insects. Harper's Bazar. There are many parts of North America where mosquitoes are so plentiful and vari ous that one is almost maddened by them, but none that we know of where they arc so unendurable as to drive one to the grave for protection. In Brazil, on the San Francisco river, these little pests are so numerous and ven omous that the inhabitants actually resort to burial, to get rid of them. That is, they dig holes in the river bank, in which they lie down, and then cover themselves with the sand, just as children sometimes do when playing on the seashore, having previously placed over the head a coarse cotton cloth which is kept in place by the sand. In this way they manage to secure what, at best, can be but a very imperfect sort of rest Scourged to Their Graves. So suhtle and tenacious is the poison of malaria, tbat many persons afflicted with it never, through life, get rid of the venom in their systems. Such people are not to bo found among those who use Hostetter's Stomach Bitters, which completely eradi cates it Most benign of anti-malarial spe cifics, it Is also a sovereign remedy for bil iousness, kldnoy troubles, costiveness and dyspepsia. THE SIGHTS Df TUNIS. Your Typical Mussulman Is a Loyer of Elegant Leisure. BEAUTIFUL WOUM MUST BE FAT. Details of theWierd Performances of ITatiTa Snake Charmers. A GEEAT TOWN FOB BOW-LEGGED T&ESi CCOEEESrOSDEra: OT TITE BISTATCH.3 Turns, June IK. THOUGHT in Italy there was a good deal of "elegant leisure," aa Howells elegantly ex presses it, but it can not hold a candle to the "J leisure of an Oriental city. An English Egyptian paper lately had an article on the decadence of the Mus. . sulman, race. It eave jilji the reason a good one buai uuc me Euro pean works the Mussul man squats on his haunches and triveshfm. af n, self up to contcmpla- z It is wonderful, this contemplative life led by a great many of the Costume of a Belle. Arabs. One afternoon, in sketching outside an Arab cafe, a grave Mussulman squatted cross-legged on a bench alongside of. me and for three mortal hours did nothing but con template. The Arabs have a word in their language which is wanting in ours che massc3, those who live by the sun. Along a sunny wall, when the celestial orb is not too hot, you can see dozens of chemasses wrapped up in their bernouses, some prone on the ground and others cross-legged. You cannot distinguish face, hands or feet, for the bernous envelops each completely. When sufficiently roasted in the sun they adjourn to the shade to cool off. The Weather in Africa. It is getting to be real roasting African weather. In the morning at 8 o'clock it is as hot as at midday in the United States in the middle of summer. For two hours at middav a dead silence reigns in the city. Everybody is taking his siesta. The in habitants of Tunis adapt themselves better to torrid weather than Europeans or Ameri cans, and a great many of the juvenile pop ulation run aronnd the street in a state of primeval nakedness and many only bur dened with a single overall. If you are poor in Tunis your tailor's bill docs not amount to very much. The Arabs make their bread at home and take it to the baker's to be baked. Each loaf benrs some distinguishing ornamenta tion enabling the owner to identify his loaves ti hen baked. The interior of a bake house is very picturesque, with the innu merable flat loaves on wooden slabs strew ing the floor, and two Arab? are pitching the loaves to the other like so many bricks, to be shoved into the oven by a long-handled apparatus. The natives bring their variously-shaped loaves to the baker's on a wooden slab, which they carry on their heads. Africa is a country full of pitfalls for the uninitiated. I was lately in the habit of taking an afternoon stroH into the country outside Tunis and spending the afternoon sketching, or, if inspired, I would lay down under the shade of a cactus hedge or olive grove to read and dream. One day. under the shade of a cactus hedge, I was horrified to see an immense speckled snake of a venomous variety coiled among the cactus a few feet back of my head. I need hardly ' say I quickly made noiseless tracks from , the vicinity of my speckled friend. In re lating the fact at dinner, I learned I had had a very narrow escape. Bangers at the City Gates. Occasionally a lion comes as far as the city gates, not to mention panthers, wolves and other minor anisials. There are also myriad3 o f vene mousin3ects and the bite of the scorpion here causes death in a few hours. A Tunisian girl has no chance of marriage unics3 sue ( pounds and to that 'M-: end she commences Mil to fatten when she ft is 15 years old. She taxes aperauves ana tt, eats a great deal of '; sweet stun and leads a sedentary life to hasten the proccess. Up to 13 she is very handsome but at 20, ye gods, what an im mense, unwieldy mas3 of fat she be comes. She wad- Bow Legs are Plenty. dies or rather undulates along the street Her costumo is very picturesque, especially if sho be of the richer class. They ar9 clothed In lino silks of resplendent hues of a bright red, yellow or green and wear a sort of conical-shaped head-dress from which de pends a loose, white drapery. Turkish trousers and dainty slippers, the heel of whicli barely reaches the middle of the foot, complete tho costume. In tho public squares the negress bread venders sq.nat in front of their pile of rasi-over-shaped loaves ranged on a broad board. Some of them hide their ebony visages from the public gazo with black veiK Just ni tho honris of tho harem do. They weargannents which vie with the rainbow in brightness and variety of color. Exhibitions by the Serpent Charmers. The serpent charmers of the nomad tribes frequently give exhibitions in the streets of Tunis. There aro generally about a dozen in each band three or four musicians, tho serpent charmer himself and the women folk and children. The musicians squat on tho ground and' play shrill flutes, and beat drums fprmed by stretching pieces of parch ment over the bottoms of earthenware Jars. The serpent channor fs usually tho most frantical looking individual conceivable, bareheaded and barefoted, and wearinjf long linen overalls from which issue attenu ated brown spindle shanks. His head is closely shaved, with the exception of a cir cular spot on the crown, irom which de pends a mass of coal-black ringlets. The Arab expects to bo pulled into heaven by this top-knot. His small eyes are wild, dark and piercing, as befits a charmer of serpents. Alter collecting a sufiicient number of "karronbus" cepper coins the rauslo strikes up and the serpent charmer opens a pillow-like bag lying on the ground, and two or more speckled serpents issue. Xour and thefn tho mmic ceases, the charmer takes a wisp of driedgrass in his hand, places some small pebbles in certain positions on the groundddf esses some wild words of incantation to tho tribe, musicians and all, nnd then turns to the serpenta and squats on his haunches. Tho serpents raise their heads viciously, flatten their necks to an extraordinary width, protrude their fangs and viciously dart at the charmer's head, to which he viciously responds. He takes ono of the serpents by the neck, stares at him with his wild, fanatical evea and strikes him against his forehead. Tne ser pents are decorated with glittering coins whicji hang from their heads like earring. Occasionally one darts out among tho crowd and creates a panic. One Trench youth of the audience, of which I was a member one day, had a colossal mastiff by his side, and the mastiff, seeing tho serpents raise their heads, became excited and darted Into the ring to gobble them up. The charmer tried to charm the mas'tiff, nut the mastiff would not charm. Tho serpent charmer, on this occasion, concluded bis performance with a most dis gusting exhibition nothing less than eating one of the serpents alive. But such a diet is as enjoyable to him as roast beef to an En glishman. This exhibition was held in the Arab quarter of tho city, and the audience, who were almost all natives, were as Inter esting as tho troupe. There is an astonishing number of bow legged people in Tunis. The sketch I send. Is Irom life. Di "Worn Scsxlah. 114. 1 1 m c A 1515 - 'VM II - w v A V Ut;( mh-ft wr, w 'it r 3 KtedS?S.-rtfJ iSZcf n MCh. IH i N TMg .LatfaSte-- 4fc:j4i&tite&ei&
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