THE PITTSBUBGr DISPATCH, SUETDAY, AUGUST , ' BL 16 "Ho has recognized meP whispered Mollv. "Y?es," said Zach, "he see his Captain's wife bv his bedside he is trying to speak to her.'" "And if he cannot," crannnred Mn. All aire, "God grant that he may at least make us understand." Then as she took Shelton's band in hers a thrill of joy flashed through her form as she felt him feebly return her pressure. "John? John?''' she queried with an In tense eagerness. A look from Shelton assured her that h had been understood. "Alive?" she whispered. "l'esl" Although that yes was so faint arto seem like a whisper from another world, Molly'a attentive ear had caught it. CHAPTER 3TVTL BY" TEA AND STAY. Mrs. Allaire at once caused the physician to be summoned. If was at ouce apparent to him that although a change had taken place, yet the mate of the Dreaduaught had but a few moments to live. The dying man's eyes were riveted upon Sirs. Allaire with a strange steadiness. "Shelton," asked Molly, "If John Is alive where did you leave him? "Where is he?" "His power of Fpeech is gone," said the physician. "It will be necessary to con verse with him by means of signs." Directing Mrs. Allaire to take hold of the mate's hand, Zach leaned over him and spoke as follows in a ciear and distinct tone: "Listen to me, Shelton; TTl.put questions to vou, and according as yon open or shut your eyes we shall know whether we have guessed the truth or not." In this wav the sad story of the wreck of the clipper ship and the fate of Captain and crew was elicted from ihe dying man. In leaving Java Sea Captain Jo"hn had passed into Timor Sea through Sunda Strait, but not of his own free will. TLe violent tor nado had struck the vessel, dismantling her end driving her out of her courje, and end ing by throwing her upon the reefs and rocks of Browse Island. At the mention of this name there was a look of surprise on Shelton's face. For the first he now learned the name of the island on which the Dread naught had gone to pieces. Two of the crew had perished in trying to reach the shore. The others had lived on the ship's provisii as and upon the fish they caught. No vessel had ever sighted their 6igual of distress. They had remained six years on Browse Island, at the end of which time Captain John, Shelton and five men had left the island in a boat which had drifted ashore, and had reached the Austra lian coast at York Sound, where they fell into the hands of the nutives, four of their number having bcei. massacred by them. The remaining thr -e, Captain John, the mate, Shelton, and one seaman had been carried prisoners into the interior. The seaman had died long ago so that at that moment there were but two survivors and one of them lay at death's door. For nine years the Captain und mate had been held close prisoners by the natives in hopes that scouts would be sent for the lo6t men with oilers of large ransims. At last an opportunity of escape had presented itsell, but for some reason Captain John had not taken advantage of it. Shelton alone eluded his keepers-and after wander ing about hopelessly in the bush for six months he had been picked up in a dying condition on the bancs of the jaroo. French succeeded in locating with toler able accuracy the hunting grounds of he tnbe in question. "We shall go in search of him there," cried Mollv, ''and we snail-find him." And at these words the eyes of the dying man brightened. Captain "John would be saved, and saved, too, by her whom he loved so well I The mate breathed his last toward 9 o'clock in the evening. At the scind of Molly's voice calling him by name, be had opened his eyes and murmured: "John I John I" and witha deep and long draw n sigh, his spirit had fled. That evening, as Mrs. Allaire was leav ing the hospital, she was accosted'by a boy, who seemed to be wiiting for her on the steps. He belonged ou board the Brisbane, one of the steamers v.hich coast along be tween Sydney and Adelaide. "Mrs." Allaire ?" he asked timidly. "What do vou want, my boy?" "Is Harry Shelton dead?" "He is dead." "And Captain John?" "He's alive I Oh, he is living ! "Thank you, Mrs. Allaire," said the boy as he turned away without assigning any reason for his questions. As Molly followed Shelton's remains to the grave, this lad, unseen by her, walked near her, lost in the crowd of mourners. CHAPTER XVHL ON BOAED THE BJUSBANH. As It was now Molly's intention to erganize an expedition at once in order to penetrate the wilderness of Central Aus tralia and continue on land the search which had been so fruitless on water, she resolved under Zach's advice to take passage the next day on the Brisbane for Adelaide. A thorough study of the map of Australia had convinced French that the latter city offered better facilities not only for fitting out the expedition, but also for more quickly reaching the center of the continent where it was supposed that Captain John was held a prisoner by some of the savage tribes which roam over these almost limitless plains. Luckily the Brisbane was to sail the next day at 11 a. m., and after touching at Mel bourne would reach Adelaide A ugust 27. As Molly was sitting on the upper deck In com elation with Zach, a cabin boy ap proached them to ask byorderof thecaptain whether she were in need of anything. "Nothing, my child," said Molly, to whom the boy's vn-e seemed strangely familiar to her. Suddenly it occurred to her where she had heard it. Tor an instant the eyes of the two were fixed in silence, but intently, searchingly upon each other. "My boy," began Molly, "did you not ipeakto me yesterday at the entrance to the Marine Hospital"" "Yes. nrtdatn," said the lad, with a re spectful pallor salnte. "You asked me if Captain John.were still among the living.'" "Yes, madam." "Do you belong to the crew of the Bris bane?" "Yes, I shipped en her a year ago, but tny time is almost up. I want to get awav." "'Vhat is your name?" "Godfrey, replied the lad, as heealuted and burned away to report. "There is a true sailor lad for yon," said Zach, as the boy disappeared, "and I'll wager his father was a ailor before him. I can see that in Vis clear, honest, wide opened eyes, hear it in his mild but manly voice." "His voiceP' murmured Molly, as the music of its ring still sounded in her ears. Ber gaze was riveted on the graceful, slen der figure as it disappeared in the throng of passengers and crew. French was not slow to guess the meaning cf the troubled loot that he now snw on Mrs. Allaire's face. Had Wat lived he would have been just Godfrey's age, and the sight of this tail, handsome boy filled the wretched mother's heart with a sorrow too deep for words. "Zach," said she to French, as the latter bade her good night at her cabin door, "Zach, I want toknow more about that lad who his family are and where he was bom. Perhaps he may not be English." "Perhaps not," replied Zach, "111 inquire of the captain." As there was to be a delay of 36 hours in Williauistown harbor Mrs. Allaire resolved to spend the time in the city of Melbourne distant about a mile. A3 she v as leaving the steamer in company with Zach, she caught a glimpse cf Godfrey leaning on the forward railing. His eyes were following her every movement and such a look of sad ness clouded hisfaceand so involuntarily did he reach out as if to hold her back that she was upon the point of calling out: "I'm coming back my childl" but with an effort she smothered her feelings and turned away. When Mrs. Allaire returned on board the following day Godfrey was on the lookout for her. He took up his position at the gangway and welcomed her with a smile of almost girlish sweetness. But Zach frowned grimly as his eyes fell upon the boy, for he was becoming apprehensive lest the lad's presence might exercise a dangerous influ ence upon Molly by reopening the terrible wounds of past years. However, what excuse could he make for refusing to obey her request when on the following day Molly expressed a wish to .talk with the sailor lad? Hat in hand Godfrey came timidly into Molly's presence. Instinctively Zach felt that no good could come of these interviews, but he determined not to leave them alone, "My boy," began Mrs. Allaire as the door of her stateroom closed behind him. "I want to ask you some questions about your family. I do so because I'm interested in you, because I want to know more about you. Are you willing to tell me what you know?" "Yes, lady; very willingl" replied the lad, as the color came into his cheeks, and he glanced nervously, at Zach, who seemed to him like 6ome terrible ogre ready to pounce upon him and tear him away from the pres ence of his fairy princess. "How old are you?" "I don't know, lady, exactly, but I think I must be about 14 or 15." "Fourteen or 151" replied Molly with a sob. "And how long have you been fol lowing the sea? . "I first entered the service when I was about 8 years old as a ship boy, but for two years now I've been regularly apprenticed." "Did vou ever make a long voyage?" "Yes, "lady, on the Pacific, as tar as Asia, and on the Atlantic as far as Europe." "Are vou English?" "No, madam, I'm an American." "But how is it that you're serving oa an English steamer?" "The vessel which I had shipped on was Bold when we reached Sidney and finding mvself discharged, I took this billet on the Brisbane until I should get a chance to ship on an American vessel. "You did well, my child," said Molly, making a sign to Godfrey to come closer to her. "And now tell me where yoa were born." "At San Diego, madam. "San Diego?" repeated Molly without manitesting the slightest surprise at the boy's answer. It would seem as if she had known intuitively what Godfrey's answer would be. With a look of mingled surprise and pain in them Zach French's eyes wandered from the pale, beautiful woman seated on the sofa before him to the sweet, almost girlish face of the sailor lad, whose dark olive skin glowed with a rich color as he kept his gaze fastened upon the features of the lady in front of him. Something almost like a groan escaped Zach's lips. "Yes, lady, in San Diego," continued Godfrey. "Oh, I know you, dear lady, I know you so well!" "Know me?" repeated Molly half start ing up and leaning lorwara to scan tue iace of the youthful speaker. "Know me, you sav?" 'Yes, lady, for I was brought up at the Walter Home. I was sent there when a mere toddler. Oh, I often saw you there when you came to visit your children as you used to call them. Your hand has often rested on my head, dear lady, yes, many and many a'time. But, of course you don't remember me one in the 50 or more who used to stand up in a long line in front of you, but one day It seemed to me your eves stayed fixed upon my face for a Ipng time, oh, so long a time, and then you smiled and beckoned be tn vnnr aide and smoothed mv hair, and asked me my name, and I told you; and then I tried to put my arms around your neck, for you seemed so sweet and good; bat the matron pulled me away and whis pered: "No, no, child, don't do that; go back to your placel" The tears had been gathering In Molly's eves as the sailor lad ran on this way with his reminiscences of the Walter Home, and had not Zach's stern face been fixed upon her she would most surely have reached out and taken hold of the boy's hands. "And oh, dear lady," resumed Godfrey, "r can't tell you how glad I was when they told me that you were coming to Sidney to look after Captain John Allaire. I have tried to think out some good reason why he doesn't come home, for I know he must be alive Bomewbere. I know HI" Molly started up as if awakening from a dream and caught the sailor lad by the hand. For a moment her lips moved, but she was powerless to utter a word. Adeeper pallor Bpread over her face, and she seemed upon the point of falling in a swoon, when suddenly a slender but strong arm was passed around her waist. It steadied her and held her tenderly and firmly upright. "Poor lady, cheer up," said Godfrey, "don't worry, everybody says that Captain John is living with the natives somewhere In the wilderness, and that ho is such a brave and strong man that he'll get away from them yet. Don't cry, motherl" "Mother?" repeated Mo'lly in a smothered tone of joy, as her hand passed caressingly over the thick black curls that grew in wild profusion on the lad's head. "Mother?" "Why, yes, lady," said Godfrey, surprised at the en"ects of his words "that's what we used to call you at the Home; our mother, our dear mother to whom we children owed everything in the world, our home, our clothes, our food, our education!" Overawed by the stern look and wrinkled brow of the seaman, tv ho stood with twitch ing hand and trembling lips following every changing phase of this strange and moving scene, Moliy drew herself In and showed a calmer exterior. "My lad," she asked almost in a whisper, "what is your name?" "Why, "I've told vou, lady, Godfrey." "No, no, your full name the name of your family?" "I have no other name, madam." "But your parents who were they?" "I don't know, dear lady, I can't remem ber them. I can only remember my nurse, and I wouldn't be able to do that only Bhe it as so black, oh so black, and her teeth were so big and white and sharp. Yes, I remember herl" "But who took you to the Walter Home?" "I can't tell you, dear lady. I only re member being there when I was a little toddler. I think I was the smallest one in your family, mother!" As this word ajain fell from Godfrey's lips Molly lost all control over herself. Her bosom heaved convulsively as her breath came and v, ent in sob-like catches. She turned, nnd throwing both her arms around the sailor lad's neck, drew his head, with a wild and impassioned outburst of feeling, close and tight against her bosom. For a few seconds there was a deep and painful silence, broken only by the souud of Molly's breathing, then with little joy ful cries, mingled with ill-suppressed sobs, that mother's heart emptied out its long pent-up grief in a shower of kisses and caresses, which Godfrey was neither loath nor slow to return. Zach looked on with wide-opened eyes and parted lips, seem ingly paralyzed by what was being enacted before him. "Oh, the poor womanl the poor womanl" hegroaned, "what will become of her?" Suddenly Molly, with an almost super human effort, drew herself together and succeeded in checking this outburst of feel ing. Then with her arm wound affection ately around Godfrey's neck, she led him to the door, kissed him, and said: "Go, my dear child, go. I need to be alone. I'll see you again, soon, very soon." The lad turned and fixing his large dark eyes inquiringly upon the beautitul face, halted for an instant, then passed out of sight. Zach made a movement as if to fol low Godfrey, but Molly, who was a prey to the wildest emotion, made a sudden gesture which caused him to close the door again. "Don't go, Zach." 9 "Madam, madam," urged French, "calm yourself, for heaven's sake, your health will suffer, you'll not be in a condition to super intend the vast detail of the expedition which you are to seton foot upon your ar rival in Adelaide. I implore you, be calm, be strong." "Zach, Zach," she burst out, paying no heed to the man's words. "Zach, this child was raised in the Walter Home. He was .y ayfor.jBf"'-T;jiriffi' jyMyfffgMMfeiww 'wiwn iTMgBigiMjiii BjJjjNE5 - - I born in San Diego; he Is 14 years of age; in features he bears a strong resemblance 'to John, he has that same frank, open, manly J bearing, that strong love of the ocean, he must be a sailor's son. Zach. Oh. Zach. he is John's son, he is mine. The world thinks that the dark waters of the bay of San Diego swallowed up that dear little baby; but no, oh, no, no, he was not drowned, God knows he was not someone rescued him, some lov ing hands reached out for him as he went floating along on the bosom of those dark waters they didn't know whose child he was, how could they? They didn't know what mother was stretching out her plead ing hands to heaven, but I was there all the time, my poor mind darkened and clouded, with not a faint glimmer of hope to save me from insanity. Oh, Zaoh( my friend, my dear friend, Itellyou this is my child, this is my little Walter, my son. God has had mercy on me at last. He has given him back to me." Molly's voice died away. She could not utter another word. Her transports choked her, pressed the very life out of her. She could only hold out her hands toward the honest seaman, her stanch and loyal friend, as if imploring him to speak, to agree with her, to admit tha.t it must be so, that the proof was overwhelming Zach stood fora moment in perfect silence, his lips closed. His eyes took on a hard and unsympathetic look, his whole face and being underwent a sudden and complete change. He stood there like a man resolved to be honest at all hazards, to Bpeak the truth no matter how it might stab a mother's tender heart. He had listened in silence to all she had to say. Possibly he should not have dene so, possibly he should have stopped Molly at the outset. A little eruelty at first might have prevented all this. However, it was too late to speculate now as to what he should have done. What he should do now was the question, and like a man who shrinks backward when duty bids him go ahead, he spoke out firmly, plainly, almost cruelly. "Mrs. Allaire, you are deceiving your self. I cannot, I "must not permit you to believe what is not so. This resemblance between this sailor lad and Captain John is an accidental one, such as often happens in life. Your little Walt is dead, yes, dead. He perished in the harbor that dreadful day. I saw him go down foreverl Godfrey is not your son." "You say Walter is dead!" oried Mrs. Allaire, starting forward with a wild, de fiant look in her eyes. "How do you know it? Who can say it of his own knowledge?" "I, madam." "You?" "Yes, madam. Listen. Eight days after that terrible accident the body of an infant was washed up on the beach at Point Loins. I I found it and hastened to inform Mr. Hollister. He recognized little Walt, whom he caused to be secretly buried in the cemetery of San Diego. We were the only mourners, the only ones to strew flow- rs upon that little grave." "Walt, my little Walt, buried In the cemetery," sobbed Molly piteously, "andno one ever told me of it." "No, madam," said Gach. solemnly, "for the time being you were out of your mind. When, four years after, you recovered your reason we dared not. Mr. Hollister dared not tell you of it; he was afraid to tear open your wounded heart, and Dr. Bromley agreed with him that it might be dangerous, that once you had knelt by that little grave you would hover over it day by day and your mind would gradually give way until a settled and incurable melancholy had fast ened itself upon you. We did what we thought was the best, dear lady. God help you, but be strong, make up your mind that your child is dead, that this sailor lad has only the right which hundreds of other children have to call you mother." Molly sank with a long, deep, pitiful groan upon the sofa. She hid her face in her hands, she seemed to be praying. Zach dashed a tear off his rough cheek and stosd waiting for her to speak. With a sudden ness that startled him Molly sprang up. "What! Can it be," she moaned, "that you, that Andrew Hollister were hard, were cruel enough to lay that little loved body away in the cold, damp earth without taking rom it any bit of ribbon, any shred of his dress, one of his tiny shoes to hand to me some day when I should be strong and well again?" "Yes, dear lady, I did even better than that," exclaimed Zach, almost Joyfully, "I cut from his little head a cluster of his silken curls." "And you have them, Zach?" almost shrieked Slolly, springing forward. "Yes, yes, madam, here on my heart, where I've carried them many a long year. Zach unbuttoned his jacket and drew forth a large envelope of strong paper, soiled and blackened by its long and rough passage on this honest breast, and, placing it in Molly's hand, turned and hurried out of the stateroom. When the door closed Molly threw herself on her knees in front of the sofa with this priceless packet clasped against her bosom. Her hand seized the stout twine, when a mysterious prompting caused her to hesitate. She bowed her head until it rested full upon the packet and there she remainedmotionless for nearly an hour in deep and comforting prayer. When she arose the tears had dried. She walked steadily across the stateroom, opened one of her trunks and hid the package deep In the bottom. "No," she said, in a calm sad resolute voice, "I will not open it now. Let me dream for "a while anyway, that I have found my boy again." To e Continued Next Sunday. AN TJHS .EH M0NIT03. One of the Sample Stories Told by a Be lieving Spiritualist. St. Panl Pioneer Press.J The gray-headed Spiritualist, Moses Hull, who tells how the spirits acted as an alarm clock for him in Rochester, tells another story of the same stamp about how the spirits aid, look after and control the me diums on eartli. He says that he was visit ing a Mrs. Abbott with Dr Slade, and tn the night a spirit came to him and said: "Brother Blade must not drink any cof fee; it will injure his health." "But Brother Slade won't give up his coffee," said Mr. Hull. "Tell him that the spirits warn him not to drink coffee." So Mr. Hull told Dr. Slade what the spirits said and the worthy doctor said: "Let the spirits mind their own business." At breakfast Mrs. Abbott asked both if they would have coffee. Mr. Hull refused. Dr. Slade said, "If you please, cream and sugar." Mrs. Abbott then put some sugar and cream in a cup and reached for the coffee pot. As she did so an unseen hand grasped it and took it away, placed it in a cupboard and locked the door. "Thus it is, said Mr. Hull, "that spirits look after and guard us alL" Malaria, Chills and FeTer and Ague That most insidious enemy to health and happiness, creeps so stealthily on a person that one is hardly able to tell whence it came and whither it goeth. Dullness and heaviness of the senses, hot head, cold, clammy hands and feet, slight chil.y sensa tions, with short flashes of heat, restless ness, sleeplessness, changeable appetite, furred tongue and bad taste in the mouth, are generally ampng the most prominent symptoms. But language fails to describe the multitude of exasperating feelings which assail the victims of malaria; that complete demoralization of contentment, destruction of enjoyment and annihilation of good cheer, and yet not sick enough to keep one in bed. The malarial poison is wafted in every crevice, door or window, rises from every bog, pool or sewer, is breathed with every inspiration, is swal lowed with food and drink, making it im possible for any one to be safe from its con taminations. The only safety possible in malarious seasons is a sure-acting antidote for the poison. Pe-ru-na, taken as directed on the bottle, insures perfect immunity from the poison of malaria, quickly cures when the poison has already saturated the entire system, and slowly brings back to health and happiness old cases of chills and fever that all other remedies have failed to cure. For complete treatise on malaria, chills and fever, etc., send to the Peruna Medi cine Company for free copy of the- Family Physician No. L iNICETOBEACRITIC. But Bill ffye Finds a Man Who Mis takes Colic for Genius. HE IH1TATED EUDTARD KIPLING. He Browsed on Canvasback Duck and Bach Like Delicacies ACT) TEES HE BOASTED HIS HOSTS rWETTTKIf TOH THB DrSTATCH.! Last month another hollow Englishman having filled himself full of American hos pitality and groceries, crossed the moaning sea, and after having taken the long, wet trail for home, he sat down and wrote a piece for a magazine, which, it is safe to say, was in very bad taste. But we like fair play in America, and so it was read here by several people. The stray En glishman with dyspepsia, born no doubt of a former long and unavoid able but involuntary abstinence from food and the sudden hospitality of his ill ad vised, hosts, wrote what he evidently deemed a scathing criticism of certain, social aspects of American life, drew his pay for It and disappeared. His name was Hamilton Aide. He says among other things that the "love of privacy, so prominent a feature In the English character, Is unknown here, the privilege of exclusion so rigidly en forced in the walls and fences of our gardens, the closed doors of our withdraw ing rooms, on the first floor, Is rarely en forced here." But It Is going to be, Mr. Aide. We are going to be more particular In the future. We are getting acquainted with your methods, and we shall be more careful in the years to come. THE ECHO 07 HIS BEAT. , IT your nobility cannot play a fair game of cards of an evening or overcome the per nicious co-respondent complaint, what may we expect of one who is not noble at all, and who visits in our country only what is free, and who then imagines he is familiar with American society? I do not know Mr. Aide very well, but It has been my misfortune to cross his plague stricken trail once or twice to gnaw at the closely cropped herbage among the hills where yet still lingered the echo of hisbray. Judging by the sentiment expressed by the low, coarse innkeepers along the chicken feather trimmed orbit through which he passed, it will be money in his pocket if he will not come that way any more. If he should there are intimations that a good recipe for removing egg stains from wear ing apparel will be a great convenience to him on his steamer ride home. Mr. Aide, whose signature shows that he neglected to put up his fly screens until too late in the season, say a' that manners among "servants of both sexes are peculiar, as, indeed, they are in all the lower orders (if one may be allowed such an expression about Ameri cans)." HE TOOK IN THE SERVANTS. Judging from Mr. Aide's familiarity with American society, the article he has writ ten should have been entitled, "Some As pects ot Lite Among American bervants. Then this gentle criticism of mine would have been unnecessary and unwritten. "Dinners," he says, "as a rule, in private houses, are less good and less well served than I expected to find them." You will notice a great falling off even from this, Hamilton, tf you will come back here next season. There will be a very noticeable flavor of pounded glass in your pie, and every bed-quilt in our broad and beautiful land will contain a little checkered sample of your loud and vociferous panties pried from the unwilling jaws of the household dog. Some of the dishes are excellent, but." he adds, as he dips his trenchant pen in the bluing bottle at his cosy little hall bedroom in Whitechapel street, "the- prevalent taste for uncooking a canvasback duck generally renders that admirable bird a forbidden fruit to me." But that is not what reuders It "a forbidden fruit" to him at home. The reason he does not keep his flabby being continually upholstered with canvasback duck at home is probably the same one that prompted him to have his wine and the blacking of his boots charged to Mrs. Stan ley at San Jose, CaL, in the spring of the presentyear of our Lord and of the freedom of the United States from the rule of Great Britain the one hundredth and fifteenth. MBS. STANLEY PATH THE FREIGHT. Mr. Aide accompanied Mrs. Stanley, Mrs. Tennant and Captain Jephson to San Jose, where he registered as "Mrs. Stanley and party." They stopped at the Vendome, a first-class, tip-top hotel, which had pre served a blameless reputation up to that time. Mr. Aide, the new Rudyard Kipling, who will doubtless lecture here by and by, was asked to register for the party, which he would have done if he had ever traveled Servant? Manner Are Peeultar. before. He flew into a beastly passion and refnsed to register or give names of any of the party, insisting that it was a piece of American impertinence on the part of the hotel thas he never saw equaled. He finally told how many rooms they wanted, to which he added a private dining room. Everything was ordered sent to the dining-rooms wine, canvasback duck, etc In the morning the two gentlemen left early. They paid their own bills. The clerk took their word for what was theirs and what was not. 'When Mrs. Stanley came to leave she found of course wine she did not order, and had to pay for blacking the boots of this keen critio of American manners and cook ery, this able savant of British cold victuals, this bright young hybrid whose surprised and delighted third stomach was tossed across the troubled deep within the year now only half gone by. That is the reason why Mrs. Tennant afterward spoke so bitterly of her bill at the Vendome. Her guest had "done her up," as we say here in America, espe cially among the lower classes, if one may speak that in way here, and I think one may if one pays one's bills. NO CONGENIAL SOCIETY OUT 'WEST.. Hamilton suffered most severely in the West He found no congenial society there, all the Englishmen of his stripe having been hanged on their arrival, or on most anything else in fact that came handy in a prairie country, where timber is rare and hard to get hold' of. He bears down es pecially hard on Colorado Springs and Denver, two of the most delightful cities in the world, for I know, having visited Paris, London and East Saginaw within the past two years, paying my. .hotel bills and either blacking my own boots or gladly putting up for it. I called the attention of every crowned head in Europe to the fact that while at their tables I did not ask what was coming next or what their victuals cost them laid down. I am not regarded as a stickler for social high church or monkey business when I make a formal call on a monarch or a P. P. C. call on royalty, but when I cease to pay for the polish that glints and glitters on my bright young bunions, or fork over my liquor bills for a W. O. T. XT. to put up for, may my right hand cleave to the roof of my mouth, and an incensed people play shinney o'er my forgotton grave. "WALKING ON THE WEST'S WISHBONE. Mr. Aide did not like the "surprise party" of the ranche out West He will like It less the next time he is invited. Western people are informal, but their hearts are warm. They are hospitable to a degree that would naturally surprise and unman a real man for the moment. It would not affect Mr. Aide especially, how ever. But the West hates to have an honored guest walk on its wishbone with Mexican 6purs. It feels hurt and resents it. I have lived nearly all my life in the West, and I say without fear of successful con tradiction that any man I do not refer now to Mr. Aide who has been the guest of the West, and who then seeks to earn ?8 45 by running down his host, is not only a cad and a triumphant ass, but he is unworthy in everjrpossible way on earth, and totally disappointing except in the way of stimula tion to a tardy tomato crop. After being a guest in the American "par lor" he turns and seeks to bemire and " be smirch, by satire and such things, the furni ture and decorations of his illguided hostess, whose error was in not showing him to the sty and letting him look over the album. Possibly I may be charged with speaking too directly on this subject, but it Is only my own opinion. I do not "hold the paper responsible, and it Mr. Aide does not like it he may readily reach me by post. CRITICISES OTTB PBONTJNCTATIOH. He saye we pronounce vase as we do gaze. This is not true. I have not pronounced it that way now for over a year. Mr. Aide Is too severe on us. He saw our beautiful scenery whenever the railroads gave him passes, and he was entertained by those who had never seen that kind of fauna before, and he went home and tried to make a Rud yard Kipling of himself, thinking that he was a critio when it was really colio that ailed him. He did not like it because our ladles did not allow him to see them work. This was in deference to him, for no one ever saw him work. He says he presumes that ladies here do secretly work, but he missed "the pleasant litter of employment." If he will come among us again at some time In the future he will probably notice the pleasant litter of employment, and he will furnish the most of it himself. After ward a dejected Englishman may be seen going home with his pancreas in the morn ing paper. He did not like our theaters; especially those, I judge, who did not remmemberhim at the door, and who did not feel Hke giving him a box because ha con- S mmt Wtt a Letter ef Jhti oductton. templated roasting.the republio in a future piece. He says that our comedies and comio operas are bad and our taste vitiated. "Vigorous horseplay, comic sones, break downs and a 'funny man' satisfy the Ameri can," he says, and if the lonesome managers of the dives who gave the bright young snoozer passes do not feel pleased with the above notice they must be more careful in future regarding whom they admit. WHAT HE SAYS OP THE FKESS. He then turns his little dyeing and repair ing works on the press. "As a rule the press," he says, "is utterly Indifferent to the truth or falsehood of a statement," and so on. "Every small town has its paper (price 2)d), and there are many who read nothing but that paper every day. Habituating the mind thus to its morning mess of nastiness is a great national misfor tune." That Is true, Hamilton, but It is not so bad as to live in a town where the nobility do things so nasty that even the London press dare not print them. As Americans, Mr. Aide, we hare our faults. We know It and we are trying to do better. When the people of your oountry were of our age they had not yet begun to walk on their hind legs steadily at all, and most of your titled people were squealing in the branches of the umbrageous forest. We know that we are still crude. One of our greatest weaknesses consists In being picked up and "done up" by every imita tion man who.gets a letter of introduction from an English barber and comes here with an appetite and a hat box to frighten the food supply, founder himself, write a piece and go home. We have dona that a good deal, and we ought to know better; but we do not. We go right on doing it, because we desire to encourage foreign immigration. But it is being overdone. We need a change. Therefore, do not come again,, Mr. Aide, for quite a while. Stay at home and pre pare your affairs so that you may be ready whenever the tardy and overworked fool kill er.of Great Britain gets around your way. Bill Nye. GREAT MONEY MATCKHa. The Sons of Zenes Crano Famish the Paper for the Government. New Tor PreM. The two sons of Zenes Crane, who make the paper at Dalton, Mass., from which Government notes are printed, were at the Fifth Avenue Hotel yesterday. Their father was the inventor of the paper and explained its value to Secretary Salmon P. Chase, who adopted it for the greenback issues. It has never been successfully counterfeited, and the sons have got the secret of its manu facture from their father. J. Murray Crane, who attends to the Government con tracts, is often in New York, and is a slen der, nervously active man of perhaps 35 years of age. There is a story told in New England that when the paper pulp, made of pure linen stock, is all ready for the final touches at the mills, J. Murray Crane appears on the scene with a black gripsack. The grip and the man are ushered into the pulp room and remain for half an hour, during which period no employe is allowed around the place. When the grip goes in it is fat and plethoric. When it comes out it is lean and Blab-sided. When the pulp goes through the paper machine the perfection of bank note paper is produced. It is a pretty story, but J. Murray Crane told me yesterday that there was just as much truth in it as there was in the report that his company gets 50 times as much for the note paper as for ordinary linen paper without the silk threads, which are its distinctive feature. A Glorious Sensation It la to feel that you are recovering vitality and flesh, improving In appetite and tho ability to sleeD. These are the Invariable results of using Hostetter's Stomach Bitters, most reliable of invlgorants. So also are a departure of Indigestion, the disappearance of malarious symptoms and those which mark the presence of bilious, rheumatlo and kidney complaints. HIS HOUSE A CASTLE. A Man Is Shnt Out From the World in His Casa at Conception. CUSTOMS Ef THE MARKET PLACE. The Policemen Are Peculiar, but the laws Are Eespected. HnJCATTOITAIi 8ISTEMS OP CHILE oohkespoxdeitcx or the dispatch. Conctfcion, Chile, July, 7. Though nearly 350 years old, this quaintest of Chilean cities shows few signs of age. Its casas built low and solid with an eye to earthquakes are fine samples of Spanish architecture, but so monotonously alike, except in size and color, that it is easier for a stranger to lose his bearings here than in London. All are about 20 feet high, of one-story only, built around one or more patios, or courtyards. The universal build ing material Is sun-dried bricks, which are so soft they absorb water almost as readily as sand, and consequently are plastered, in side and put, until they become hard and firm as stone. In Concepcion the law compels house owners to keep the exteriors neatly painted. The favorite tints appear to lie sky blue, pink and pale yellow; but a few indulge in green, gray, heliotrope and orange. Every house Is topped with earthenware tiling, rusty red In color, deeply imbedded In mud which was soft when put on, and when dried holds the tiles securely. This sort of roofing is extremely picturesque, especially as it immediately takes on a coating of moss and lichens; but it is no end of trouble to keep In order, and must be repaired every year before the rainy season begins. COULDN'T BURN THE TOWN. It has one great advantage in being non combustible. Should a fire originate in the rafters, or in the boards and sheeting that form the celling to a room, it would die out of its. own accord when they weie burned away, and the heavy mnd coating falling in would effectually smother a conflagration. It is odd how isolated from the world, though living in the heart of a city, a man may De in one of these great adobe casas. Many of them may have no windows that look into the street, and when the one big door is shut and barred, outsiders can form no idea of what is going on within. When the front lawn, back yard and kitchen gar den, parlor, sleeping apartments, servants' quarters, store-rooms, stables, chapel, are all enclosed within the same wall and under one roof the master might be murdered a dozen times a day, if that were possible, and, securely hidden away in his own house, the nearest neighbor be none the wiser. Concepcion is eminently a city of sur prises. For example? She is entirely out of debt, but water is peddled about the streets on the backs of donkeys, as in early colonial times. She has no less than nine splendid churches (all Roman Catholic), but no system whatever of sewerage. Hand some carriages roll about the streets, be longing to wealthy citizens, but the wooden plows used on their suburban estates are as primitive as those of the ancient Egyptians, She boasts four banking houses and the greatest Jesuit college in South America, maintains a costly theater and a fine band to play o' nights on the plaza but on "Beg gar's Day" (every Saturday), the streets literally swarm with licensed mendicants, until it seems as if half the population are out soliciting alms. WATER AT A CENT A BUCKET. , There goes a "public- institution," and a very necessary one-r-a bare-footed, shock headed fellow, following half a dozen slim legged donkeys, each donkey with two small barrels on Its back. He makes his living by selling water from house to house at the rate of 1 cent per bucket. His only competitor is another fellow, who perambu lates the town with one barrelful from Bio Bio, loaded in a cart drawn by a very small mule, to which a very large cow bell is at tached. Here comes a scarcely less common "in stitution" the turkey peddler. He drives a lot of shrill-voiced young turkeys before him on the street until all are sold. Ask him the price of one and he will probably reply: "Diez pesos cada una, senor" 510 apiece, sir. Turn away and he shouts after you: "I will take 57, sir." IT you still remain obdurate he will follow you with impor tunities till he has dropped to 5, and even down to $2. He has been a long time rais ing those turkeys or rather his wife has at great labor for a Chilean "roto." When sold, If all the money does not go down his throat at once in the form of chicha, he will take the remainder home to his family and they will feast like lords for a day or two till every cent is gone. Then his wife will go to market in the morning, contentedly as heretofore, and buy 3 cents' worth of flour, 2 cents' worth of beans, 1 cent's worth of po tatoes and 4 cents' worth of fuel to supply the household for a day. NO FIXED PBICE3 FOB ANYTHINOk , The Concepcion Market House was fitted up by the authorities, it occupies an entire square and within it country produce of all kinds is bought and sold without the aid of "middle-men." The producer brings or beef, pigs, fish, clams, etc, and barters them off to the best possible advantage. There is no fixed price for anything oh, not for in this country "beating down" is the life of trade. Take, for example, the popular article of sausage, which here sells bv the vera, or Spanish yard a vera beine about three-quarters of an English yard. xseing a loreigner, you are nui iieiy 10 get it for less than SO cents, though a native is not expected to pay more than 20 cents per vera. The Market House generally overflows, especially in fruit time, so that the sidewalks all around the square are blocked by squat ting women with their wares spread out on the ground for sale. Entering the "building to the left we find the butchers, who cut all their meat up into long strips as if they would sell It also by the yard. But they don't; they sell it by the chunk and guess at the weight Porterhouse, surloin, rump steak, roast it is all the same to the butcher; into strips the whole creature must go, to be chopped off in chunks to suit the purchaser's needs. Close by is a clam stalL The woman in charge has torn the clams from their shells and strung them on stems of grass, a dozen on a stem. She sells them at the rate of three straws (36 clams) for 10 cents and cheap enough they are. FBUIT, VEGETABLES AND POULTRY. To the right are long rows of fruit mer chants, mostly women. Splendid cherries plump, fresh and ruby red are tied up on sticks in a bunch, so closely that they re semble miniature club-balls. The price is un centavo (one cent) for a stick, or about half a pint of cherries. There are heaps of ripe figs, each about the size of your nst black, shining and luscious 3 cents per dozen. Watermelons are piled up by the cord and such melons! Thirty-pounders and 50-pounders not unusual. There are fine potatoes, but the heaps of green pep pers are higher, indicating that the latter are in greater demand; apricots, peaches, oranges, limes, black olives, cabbages; geese, ducks and chickens, alive and cack ling; bleating -Tads and long-nosed black pigs; strange earthenware, coarse boots, shoes and ox-hide sandals; cheap handker chiefs", lace and printed cottonj enormous quantities of fresh fish of various kinds, sea-urchins (which are hereabouts highly prized for food), ocean crabs and river camarones; inferior wine, and stalls where steaming stews of chile-con-carne (peppers with meat) are waiting to -sear the "inner man" of whoever is hardy enough to devour them. This province of Concepcion Is of untold fertility. It produces immense, quantities of wheat of the finest quality, besides bar ley, beans, corn, and vegetables of every description, as well as fruits and wine, cat tle and sheep. A great deal of the wine called musto, which resembles Burgundy In in flavor, is made in this section. Prom the forests of apple trees that grow without culture, and also from grapes, the national beverage called chica is made. It differs as much in taste from the chica of Peru (which is made of corn) as from the pulque of Mexico (the fermented jnice of the maguay or agave Americana) though the effects of all are about the same. In this part of Chile the pinon is common (pro nounced peen-yon), a nut similar to the chestnut when boiled. It grows on a species of pine tree which covers the western slopes of the Andes, and is bread to the wild Araucanians, while the ladies of the cities prize it as a delicacy. THE LAW IS EESPECTED. As in all Chile, the police regulations of Concepcion are admirable. An average specimen stands in front of my window a half-bred Indian, dressed in full military toggery. He is under-sized, stoop-shouldered, slouching in gait, with a general hang-dog air of countenance, ugly enough to stop a clock; but somehow he and his fel lows manage to preserve perfect order what ever betide. Perhaps this is largely due to the great body of secret police, who, ununl formed and unknown, constantly patrol the city in every part. But more likely it is due to the "medi cine" which an apprehended criminal is forced to take. For petty larceny the commonest crime he Is bound to a post with a good stout rope and given a hundred or more quick smart strokes on the bare back well laid on by a burly man who seems to enjoy his business, the muscles of whose arms have become wonderfully developed by this sort of exercise. This instrument of punishment is a short whipstock, to which is fastened a leather strap about as wide as the palm of your hand, having the end cut intomany strips. An English sailor, who received this dose the other day for steal ing a ham, was heard to solemnly declare that he would rather starve to death, or standforthe same length of time "neck deep In hell" than take the medicine a see ond time. Each policeman carries a little bone whistle, whose shrill blast can be heard a mile or more; and he is required to exe cute a pigeon-wing on it every 15 minutes throughput the night, to let the world know that he is not sleeping at his post. WELL ALONG IN EDUCATIOS. The educational Bystem of Chile Is mss. thing of which any country might be proud. Early as 1883 there were 754 primary schools in this little Republic, giving in struction to about 134,000 children. Nine years ago the National Congress appropri ated $150,000 to introduce the best methods of teaching, and sent a learned professor to the United "States and various parts of Europe to study the systems of those coun tries and decide upon the best. In the high schools of the State there are not less than 3,000 students enrolled. Publio education is divided Into three grades the higher, the intermediate and the primary. The seat of learning is the National University at Santiago, which has a Council of Education, whose duty is to superintend all the higher and intermediate schools of the country. They are all free, the Government owning the buildings and paying the teachers. In order to meet the demand for the best instructors, the Gov ernment maintains a number of young men, at great expense, at some of the most celebrated colleges in Europe to educate them for that purposej while the female teachers are trained in the excellent normal schools that have been recently established in Chile. The school houses of Concepcion are so con structed that their patios afford ample play grounds, and the children are not seen out side the, walls from the time they enter in the morning till school closes at night. Inex orable custom demands that girls of the better classes above the i'ge of 10 years must never be allowed to go to and "fro alone, even In the family carriage driven by a trusty coachman, but are religiously at tended by an elderly female servant. SOME CELEBRATED SCHOOLS. The Colejio Andres Bello, for boys, eon tains about 600 students The celebrated Jesuit Seminary covers more than an acre of ground and everything about it is kept in apple-pie order. Its students, which aver age about 200, are dressed alike in black gowns. The Liceo, a Government school for boys, is the crack institution of South ern Chile. Its enormous building rambles over three acres, and its inmates number upward of 500. The principal patio con tains many fine old trees with swings and gymnastic paraphernalia. On one side of this is the well-furnished office and recep tion room of the director, and a long suite of rooms filled with maps, globes, charts, labratories, etc. Everything in the Liceo is done with military precision. On the morning of our visit 100 well dressed young gentlemen were marching around the corridor reading law aloud. They walked two and two around the entire circuit of the patio, each repeating over and over in a loud voice the particular passage he was striving to memorize, You fancy that Babel would be a mild comparison to the orderly confusion. They were under the super vision of a grave professor and after they had marched and shouted just one hour to the minute, they were called'in to recite. Then a class of boys took their places. I fixed my attention upon one long-legged youth of perhaps 16 summers, who was memorizing an English lesson, and this is what we both learned in the course of half an hour: "The all-e-phant eez a large ahn-i-mahl. The ail-e-phant eez a large ahn-i-mahL The ail-e-phant eez a large ahn-i-mahL" One hundred times repeated. FannteB. Wabd. LEECHES WILL FIGHT. A TbrlUlng Contest Between Bloodsnekers In a Seattle Drugstore. Seattle Telegraph. The allegation that leeches will not fight was demonstrated to be a fallacy Friday night, and in a Front street drugstore a couple of the bloodsuckers were doctored and trained so that they fonght a very game battle. The combatants had been on a diet of Lake Washington water for some time past, and while there may be plenty of animalcule in it, the hirudos wanted blood. They were first noticed in a sort of a catch-as-CJteh-can wrestling match, and squirming and wriggling about in the bottle trying to fasten their suckers on each other. It was manifest that they lacked stimulus, and it was finally suggested to give them a bath in cold beer. This was done and the effect within a few minutes was both mag ical and remarkable. The leeches became as savage as meat axes. They became demoniacal in their fury. It reminded an onlooker of a battle between a, scorpion and a tarantula. The leeches stood up on their tails and clinched, each getting a hold. The pair were put into a wash bowl filled with water, and then for upwards of 15 minutes they continued to battle with each other. They fastened their suckers on each other's slimy wriggling Dody, taking hold something after the manner of an octopus, and it was fiddly found necessary to sprinkle salt on them before they could be separated. The spectators who witnessed the battle say it was far more exciting than the recent match between Jim Corbett and Peter Jackson. JAIL3 FOE THE PUPILS. Bow the Schoolmasters In Eepubllcan Chile Enforce Discipline. In some of the schools of Chile when a boy becomes boisterous he is sent to jail,and for this purpose there are miniature prisons. They are dark vaults, each just large enough for a person to stand in, where the student is locked and left to meditate. After re maining five or six hours in one position he is generally tractable; if not he is left until he is. A large corner room is fitted up as a chapel, with numerous shrines, confes sionals, images, etc There is also a theater, with elevated stage, movable scenes, foot lights and greenroom. As co-education is not permitted, and If a young lady should associate on the stage with the other sex she would be disgraced for life, the boys are compelled to don pet ticoats whenever the exigencies of the drama require. And great fun they seem, to consider it. r I - wKrW HEATING OF HOUSES! By Electricity May Be More Expen sive Than by the Steam, BUT ADYANTAGES AEE GEEATEE. Natural Gas Costs More Than Coal, hot People Prefer the Former. FACTS ABOUT THE 5E17 BTSTEH rwnrmw ron the disfatch.j Having given some attention to the pro gress electric,, heating is making, I was In terested to read in a recent issue of your paper an article by Ur. William .Whighant under the head line, "Heating of houses by the electrical current is not an economical possibility; figures that tell the tale: cost is ten times what it is by the steam radiator system; no advantages to make up for it," and was surprised to learn that such general inferences were deducted from particular conditions. I will admit the accuracy of Mr. Whigham's calculation in the case he assumes, dui generalities are not proven aj a particular case. Besides the one mentioned by Mr. Whlg- ham there are other cases to be taken Into J consideration. The advantage to be gained irom eiecincai energy, ia, tuat a large amount of energy can be distributed in small quantities and at great distances. The long distance steam heating systems are sub ject to an enormous loss of energy by radia tion, ana in no circumstance can the steam ?rstem transmit heat to great distances, hat this loss is not merely theoretical Is evident from the fact that water pipes never freeze in streets where steam conductors are laid. NO LEAKAGE FEOM WTEE3. The b&rt method of packingcannot pre vent such loss, while that from insulated wire is a matter of no moment when com pared with the amount of energy trans mitted. Long distance steam heating sys tems provide increased comfort and con venience. The cost is greater than of separate steam plants, but people will pay the increased expense in order to be rid of fire, smoke, coal and ashes in the house. It is with such systems that those advo cating electrical heating would maks com parisons. Improved conditions come from altered methods oftentimes. When heating houses by separate furnaces had reached a fair degree of efficiency, long distance steam systems were tried to get greater conve nience, even at a loss of efficiency in tha apparatus used. Improvements in the sys- tern may be expected, but there will always be limits to its use. Latest comes the idea of transmitting heatnergy In the form of electricity, thus overcoming the obstacle of distance met with in steam systems, and at the same time securing greater efficiency of ap- faratus. It is in this light heating should e viewed. A parallel exists between tha cases of electric heating and lighting. CASE OF THE ELECTRIC LIGHT. It would be absurd to provide every housa with generating apparatus for lighting pur poses, but where a central station provides power the cost is not excessive. The elec tric light is more expensive than gas, but also is gas more expensive than oil, and oil than the tallow candle, yet, even consider ing the item of expense, who would not pre fer the incandescent lamp to the candle, oil or gas? Thas the cheap wood fire gives place to the more expensive coal lire, and the'eoal fire to the more expensive natural gas fire, and it, in turn, to steam. Now, there exists a place for electrical heating. The advantages for the latter will soon 69 worth to people the difference in cost. I would call particular attention to the -advantages which Mr. Whigham considers "minor items of not much importance." At a distance from the community in which the houses are warmed by electricity an electrio power station will be situated. The fuel which has hitherto been wheeled through, the streets of the city, dumped upon lawns and sidewalks, thrown into tellars, creating dust, dirt and noise, and later requiring the labor of hun reds of people to feed it to furnaces and to carry it to stoves and grates, and which requires the attention of the fam ily to accomplish satisfactory and econom ical combustion is, in the furnace of this power station, consumed under the direction of two or three men skilled in such labor. ANNOYANCES OP THE OLD SYSTEMS. heating the advantages of permitting greater facility in regulating temperature, and of being tree from losses such as sieani heaters are liable to, but to the importance of these advantages he gives little consider ation. Who has not been the victim of an unattended furnace, or the unwilling audience of clanging steam pipes? And how often have frescoes and moldings and plastered ceilings been ruined by escaping water? Such grievances can never attend the use of the electrical heater. I do not agree with 3Ir. Wigham that the "relative cost of the two plants and of the outlay for wages, wear and tear, interest and depreciation are plainly in favor of steam." One power station for 20,000 in habitants to which fuel is brought by rail road, and where a half dozen men perform the necessary labor, cannot have the initial cost of the separate furnaces necessary to such population; nor can the wages of the station men amount to that of coal hearers, draymen and separate assistants in tha homes. NO DANGEIt rEOM FIEE. The wear and tear of the apparatus can not equal that of small heat systems which also coll for wear and tear -upon trucks, horses, public and private property. Be sides, the danger ot fire is removed. Therefore, whilel admit in someinstances an excess of cost of electrical over steam heating, I consider its accompanying ad vantages full compensation. But there is a case where heat may be furnished by means of the "dynamo and its adjuncts" at a less costthanby steam. That is where water power may be utilized. Electrical energy is, in such a case, produced at the cost of the wear and tear on apparatus, and such sources of power may be drawn upon with out limitation. With the possibility of transmitting energy from distant waterfalls, as is contemplated in the case of Niagara, together with the erecting of large steam plants for generating current,may I not pre dict for electric heating a place in modem life corresponding to lhat held by electricity in the fields of power and light? W. K. B. Willcox tHET WEES ONLY CHIXA2XZ1T, Bo a Smuesllns Skipper Drowned Five at" Them to Escape Detection. Wnateom (Wash.) Cevellle. About four weeks since a well-known smuggler was seen to leave Victoria whh a party of Chinamen, which he had agreed to land at Son Juan Island for the sum of $20 each. The money had been collected in ad vance, it was alterward ascertained. Ths Black Pup, a Government steam launch, steamed after the smuggler's sloop, and the race became a stern chase. The wind was blowing a tremendous gale, and the launch had littre advantage over the sloop. The sprav often hid the sloop from view, and the little launch was tossed like a cockle shell, but kept pegging away with grim de termination. The breeze finally slackened, and tha smuggler saw that the jig was up and shortened sail. The launch then over hauled him. The skipper was smoking calmly, and not a Chinaman was to bo found. The officers have no doubt that ths wretch deliberately drowned his passen gers, rather than get into trouble with the revenue officers. In the howling storm the , frightened Chinamen might easily have been disposed of without any danger of de tection. The finding of a yellow human thumb in the belly of a dogfish, near the scene of the cBase, a few weeks since, Is evi dence that there are Chinamen at the bot tom of theses. . jv-j VS V "SJ
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