SHANGHAIED COWBOYS.
Jacob Russ, alias Arizona Jake,
had been in many disturbances of the
peace and had arrested many desper-
adoes. His weapons were, first, his
coolness; second, his quick and cer-
tein aim with his revolver. A banker!
once, desiring to send some gold dust
to San Francisco, put it in charge of
Jake and four others of the same |
kind, knowing that it would be safely
transported. The dust was duly
turned in, and the guard determined
to do the town,
This was before San Francisco was
visited by the great earthquake and
fire, and there was a deal to be seen
there. What a cowboy would be in-
terested in was not palatial resis
dences, or libraries, or scientific in-
stitutions. The party was rather in«
clined to sample the product of corn
and rye distilled into whisky and af4
ter a three days’ bout sank to sleep
in a ginmill near the bay.
~ The ship Sarah Rose was sailing
out of San Francisco Bay, the rising
sun shining on her stern. The cap-
tain, a short, thickset, ugly-lookingy
man, walked the quarterdeck, get-
ting her out of the harbor as best he
could with three or four miserable
looking" men who knew very little
about seamen’s work. The truth is
that Captain Banker was such 2a
fiendiish tyrant that the only way he
could get a crew was to take wha? he
could find in places frequented by
sailors, get them drunk, carry them
aboad and sail away before they got
sober.
“Mr. Hale,” he said ‘to the first
mate, ‘‘get ’em up.”
Mr. Hale commenced the rousing
of a dozen or more men who were ly
ing on deck by kicking them, eac
kick accompanied by an oath. When
roused they would open their eyes, at
first stupidly; but, seeing themselves
at sea, would exhibit great surprise.
‘After much effort they were al}
aroused and lined up on the deck for
inspection.
“You're a fine lot “of lubbers to
ship for able seamen,” growled the
‘mate. ‘“And you fellers over on the
end o’ the line, I reckon the only ship
you ever sailed in was a prairie
schooner.” fr PN ;
“You're dead right” said one of
the men last addressed, ‘but we’d
like to learn the trade—at least some
of us would—if you'll give us a
chance.” ! 3
“You'll have a chance, and if you
don‘t make the best of it you’ll learn’
‘seamanship at the rope’s end.” :
With the second mate the first
chose two watches and the lot were
ordered for'ard. It was not ten min-
utes before the man who had spoken
for ‘the end of the line” walked for-
ward. He was followed at different
distance by four others. The mate
ordered him back, but the man paid
no attention to the order. The mate
seized a belaying pin and rushed af
the mutinous sailor with it raised
high. There was a report and the
belaying pin dropped to the deck,
The mate had been shot through the
‘wrist, :
‘The first mutineer passed on and
the next appeared before the mate,
ordered him to throw up his hands,
' at the same time shoving an’ enor-
mous revolver up against his nose.
The first man, when within twenty
feet of the captain shot off his right
_ ear. The captain pulled a pistol, but
the mutineer dropped it on the deck
~ with a bullet before it could be fired.
“Do you know,” rcared the cap-
tain, ‘that this is mutiny, and mu-
tiny is punished by hanging?”
“I know that vou drugged me and
my men when we were celebratin’ |
and brought up off to
against our will.”
The second mate was below with
half a dozen men, the only regular
crew of the Sara. Rese, and depend-
ed on by the officers to enforce or-
ders. They were a lot of desperadoes,
but were well treated and well paid.
T'wo of the ‘“‘end of the line” men were
at the forecastle gangway. As the
mate, who, on hearing the shots, had
rushed for’ard, ran up the gangway
he found himself pinned below by a
cover that had been put over the
opening. He ran aft, calling to his
men, and, reaching the after gang-
way, saw a man leaning over it with
a revolver. .t exp,oded, and the
mate’s cap followed the ball. The men
below drew back. Then a cover was
run over the gangway and battened
down. This left only the captain, the
first mate and the few men who had
been working ut the vessel to op-
‘pose the five men who had taken pos-
s.ssion of the ship. Only the latter
were armed.
“Cap,” said the leader, “I venture
to introduce myself as Jacob Russ,
commonly called by those who love
me for my gentle disposition, Arizona
this ship
‘the law of the land,
‘ltineers were rowed by those of the
Jake. As I toi> you, me and my
friends would like to learn navizatin’,
and wel teach you how to treat re- |
spectable citizens in accordance with !
What trail do
you follow, cap?” : i
The captain hasitating to reply |
Jake tipped the end of his nose with '
a bullet, whereupon he admitted that
he was bound for Puget Sound.
‘I think we’d prefer a short trip
southward. You might land us some
where about Santa Cruz.”
The captain required a little more
gentle coercing before he made up his
mind that the only course left him
was to get rid of the tartars he had
caught on the best possible terms.
o it was agreed that he would run
he ship to Santa Cruz, using the men
he had on deck, who were to work
under the revolvers of the mutineers.
Under a fair wind and good weather
he Sarah Rose was run into port, a
boat was manned and the five mu-
crew who wished their freedom to
shore. The gig was left at the dock
and the five disappeared. — Dalles
Optimist.
A RIFLE AND A SLEEPING
: SWITCHMAN.
Paddy Flynn, who is now an engi-
meer on one of the fast trains of the
B. & N. W., was a fireman four years
lago, and owes his promotion in part
and a very fine diamond pin entirely
to his quick and most remarkable
action in time of extreme danger. He
js a remarkable rifle shot, holding
several cups and 1tzdals for his prow-
ess as a marksman at county and
State shooting matches, On the prin-
ciple that as he was running out of
(Omaha he might at any time be called
upon to look at the barrel end of a
rifle, Paddy always carried his favor-
ite firearm with him. He was never
icalled upon to use it against bandits;
but this peculiarity of his was of
ood service in one emergency.
i One Sunday afternoon, when it was
already almost dark, at four-thirty
o’clock, Paddy climbed into the cab
of No. 4, then the fast mail train be-
tween Omaha and Lincoln, which had
right of way and was supposed to
heave all switches locked for it. With
tthe Irish fireman, of course, was his
inseparable weapon. i
About fifteen miles of the journey
had been made, and the express was
going into a station where it was
scheduled .o pass a slow local which
had taken the siding. Glancing in-
stinctively at the switch, the engineer
was horrified to find that it was still
get for the sidetrack, and that there
was every chance of a terrible rear-
end collision, which, with both trains
ull of passengers, must involve great
full of life, At the switch, his head
ibetween his hands and his red lan-
tern in front of him, was the rear
brakeman, who had evidently gone to
‘sleep while waiting for the express,
forgetting to throw back the switch
for the main line.
The engineer reduced his speed as
much as possiblé and turned to speak
to Paddy. At that moment a rifle
shot rang out and the red lantern
was shattered to fragments. The
brakeman awoke to see the oncoming
headlight, and quick as thought threw
the switch to the proper side. He
had no time to lock it; but he held it
for the minute while the express
passed. :
Such remarkable presence of mind
attracted the attention of the chief
officials of the company, and the pre-
sentation of the pin was the result of
a report by the engineer. ‘When
Paddy was congratulated on his quick
wit, he grinned and said:
“You see, gentleman, the boys al-
ways did be havin’ the laugh on me
fiechune I toted my gun in the cab;
but I always told ’em I'd have the
laugh on them some day. Besides, it
was an easy mark, and as I turned the
same trick ten years ago I knew it
was a cinch unless the boy at the
switeh lost his head.” — New York
Tribune Sunday Magazine.
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§
With the launching of the Utah we
have another Dreadnought, a fact
that should make those who have
been reading alarmist literature and
dreaming of -invasion sleep a little
more comfortably o’ nights, declares
the Boston Transcript. When the
Utah's sister ship, the Florida goes
into the water the list of States
available for naming vessels of this
class will be pretty near exhaustion.
It is proposed to make room for
Texas by changing the old Texas to
the Dallas. The paint brush has
made changes in the names of the
single turreted monitors that leave
room for a few States to be repre-
sented in battle ship nomenclature.
Thoroughly Enjoyed.
“I saw you at the musica! yester-
day afternoon. I'm so sorry I couldn’t
get a chance ito speak tc you. Did
you enjoy my daughter's singing?”
“Yes, very much.” :
“I thought her accompanist played
awfully loud.” St
“She did. Back where I sat ithe
seund of the piano was the only thing
we could hear.”—Chicago Record-
Herald.
The
Sunday=School
INTERNATIONAL LESSON COM-
MENTS FOR MARCH 18.
Subject: Two Mighty Works, Matt, 8:
28-34—Commit to Memory
Verses 24-20.
GOLDEN TEXT.—‘What manner
of man is this, that even the winds
and the sea obey Him?” Matt, 8:27.
TIME.—A. D. 28.
PLACE.—Sea of Galilee and Ge-
rasa. :
EXPOSITION.—I. Jesus Stilling
the Wind and Waves, 23-27, It had
been a very busy day for Jesus (cf.
Mk. 4:1-41). Much of the day had
been spent in teaching the vast multi-
tudes that thronged down to the sea-
side to hear Him. Evening found
Him completely exhausted. No
sooner had He reached the boat than
He fell fast asleep on a pillow in the
stern (cf. Mk. 4:38; Lu. 8.23). He
was so thoroughly devoted to the
work that the Father sent Him to do
that He had to take His sleep when
He could. We see Jesus in this les-
son as a mighty worker, but we first
get a glimpse of Him in His weakness
as real man (v. 24; cf. Ps, 121:4).
Even the fierce tumult of the storm
was not sufficient to awaken Him in
His utter exhaustion. It was a ter-
rific storm that swept down on the
little boat from the valleys running
into the lake. The waves dashed over
the sides of the boat so that it was
filling (v. 24; cf. Mk. 4:37; Lu. 8:
23). Though apparently in moment-
ary danger of sinking, there was no
real danger; no boat can go down
that has Christ on board. What a
contrast between the calm slumber
of Christ through the storm and the
wild excitement of the crew. Their
prayer was short and right to the
point and plenty long enough. Jesus
first rebuked the disciples and then
the storm. His rebuke of the disci-
ples should - be deeply pondered.
There seemed to be enough to make
one ‘fearful,” with the waves dash-
ing into and over the boat and the
Master apparently unheeding, but
there was no sufficient reason for
them to be fearful. There is never
sufficient reason for a disciple of
Christ to be fearful. True faith in
Him banishes all fear (Jno. 14:1,
27). The whole trouble was “little
faith.” Now Jesus rises in His ma-
jesty as Son of God and He rebuked
the winds and the sea. How many a
tempest that voice has stilled. The
disciples were more afraid than ever.
A moment before they were afraid of
the storm, now they are afraid of One
who is evidently a supernatural being
(cf. Mk. 4:41). How prone is the
human heart to fear, and nothing fills
it with such overwhelming fear as
being brought face to face with God
and the supernatural. The disciples
ought not to have feared. They
should have been filled with joy and
trust. They asked an important ques-
tion just then. “What manner of
man is this, that even the winds and
the sea obey Him?’ There can be
but one answer to that question, “the
Divine Man.” tf
II. Jesus Setting Free a De-
moniac, 28-34, Gerasa was a city in
a half heathen territory. God was
dishonored there, and there we might |
expect to find the devil doing his best
to torment and debase. To .get a
complete picture of the degradation
and misery of this man, we have to
go to Matthew, Mark and Luke. Mat-
thew tells us that by reason of his
fierceness he made the way impass-
able; Luke that he wore no clothes,
that there had been many ineffectual
attempts to chain and tame him, and
that he made day and night hideous
by his cries as he vented his horrid
rage upon himself, cutting himself
with stones, and that he dwelt in the
tombs. How terrible is the dominion
of the devil. If he can work such
misery on earth, what will hell be?
No man had strength to tame him
(Mk. 5:4), but Jesus had. It does
not do to conclude that because no
man can tame some victim of the
devil that therefore he cannot be
tamed. There is more power in the
word of Jesus than in man’s chains
or blows. Mark and Luke tell us of
only one demoniac; from Matthew we
learn there were two. What a strange
commingling of the human and the
dembniacal: it was the demons with-
in them that enabled them to recog-
nize in Jesus the “Son of God;” it
was the human need and longing
that led them to Jesus, and the demon
within again that led to the awful
ery of rage and despair (v. 29). The
souls of these men were in utter and
hopeless confusion of impulses, con-
tending now heavenwards, now hell-
wards. The demouns knew full well,
though men less wise doubt, that
there is an appointed time and place
of torment (v. 29; cf. Matt. 25:41).
The utmost they dared hope for or
ask was a brief respite. There is here
none of the haughty and almost noble
pride that Milton pictures in the
fallen angels—nothing but foiled,
cowering and contemptible malice,
driving a poor weak mortal to slow
self-destruction, but shivering with
fear in the presence of the Son of |
God—that is the real devil. An evil
spirit cannot enter even into a hog
without Christ’s permission (vs. 31,
32). The devil, as usual, outwitted
himself (v. 32). If he is cunning,
his power is ‘‘stupid, blind, self-con-
tradictory and suicidal. It can only
destroy and involve itself in a com-
mon ruin rather than not destroy.”
We must go to Mark and Luke to
learn the completeness of the cure
(Mk. 5:15-19; Lu. 8:35-39). The
wonderful cure brought the whole
| the Window
sleeps in a pauper’s grave at Coffey- |
city out to meet jesus, put wnen they
saw Him they did not want Him,
They besought Him that He would
depart from their borders. Doubtless
they feared that some more hogs
might be destroyed. They cared
more for their hogs than they did for
the Saviour. They have many imi-
tators to-day.
CHRISTIAN ENDEAVOR NOTES
MARCH THIRTEENTH.
. Faithfulness That
Rev. 2:
Topic—Patient
Wins the Crown.
1-10, 18, 19.
Faithful love. Matt. 26: 1-13.
Faithful obedience. Phil. 2: 5-11.
Faithful service. 2 Tim. 4: 6-8.
The incorruptible crown. 1 Cor. 9:
24-217.
The crown of life.
2; 10.
The crown of glory. 1 Pet. 5: 4.
“For his name’s sake” means ‘for
his sake.” Our patient Lord is the
real source of all patience (v. 3).
Our power of patience varies from
day to day, and the wise man will
store up patience on the good days
for the bad days (v. 4.)
We are to overcome not only the
evil outside us, but even more the
faintings and fears inside us (v. 7.)
The way to get life is to be faithful
till death; then there is no death (v.
10.)
Jas. 1: 12; Rev.
Thoughts. a
“Patience” is from the Latin word
that means suffering; but patience al-
ways ends in joy.
Faithfulness wins the crown; but it
does not labor for the sake of it.
Some are satisfied with faithful-
ness, though they are impatient in
their faithfulness; but that is only
half faithfulness.
Is it the crown of fame? of power?
of peace? No, none of these; it is
the crown of God’s approval.
Illustrations.
If the spring should come all at
once and melt all the snow suddenly,
it would do more harm by its floods
than good by its sunshine. Spring is
of value because it is slow and pa-
tient.
Wood that grows quickly is weak
and soft and unbeautiful. ;
Every great singer practised for
years before singing in public, and
still practises for hours daily. No
pains, no praise.
King’s crowns bear gems, and every
gem took long years to form in the
earth and many days’ to facet in the
workshop. So with the crown of
faithfulness and patience.
EPWORTH LEAGUE LESS
SUNDAY, MARCH 13.
How to Be Strong—(Eph. 3. 14-16;
Phil. 4. 13-19. -
Eph. 3. 14-16. Paul's great prayer
for his converts is that they may be
strong. He does not tell them they
will get strength by exercise, by ef-
fort, by taking thought. He knows
better. There is virtue in Christian
exercise and discipline, but before
these can do any good there must be
given a strength from without, from
X
above. It ig the ‘gift of God—
“Strengthened with might by his
Spirit in the inner man.” With that
sort of strength as a beginning, every-
thing else is possible. So Paul prays
for the Ephesians that they may be
given the presence of the Spirit. There
is new meaning in that prayer when
you remember Paul's experience on
his first visit to Ephesus. (Acts 19.
1-7.) : : :
Phil. 4. 13-19. You can do all
things, and you can get all things,
from God. This is Paul's confident
assurance to the Christians of Phil-
ippi. There is strength available for
every task, and supply available for
every need. God gives all, and does
all, so there is no excuse for a Chris-
tian being weak in spiritual ability
or poor in spiritual possession. He
can be strong, and rich, if he will
No Respecter of Persons.
Edward Dunbar, author of tne Sun-
day-school hymn, “There's a Light in
For Thee, Brother,”
ville, Kansas, where he died a tramn
in the town jail. One night he called
at the Coffeyville jail for shelter. He
was sick and the authorities took him
in, and the next day he died. Some
good people have lately erected a
marble slab over his grave, fon which
these words are inscribed? “Here
lies Edward Dunbar, Who Wrote
‘There's a Light in the Window For
Thee, Brother.” ” :
Thousands and thousands of chil-
dren have sung that pathetic song.
It is too bad that poor, unfcrtunate
Edward Dunbar ended his career In
darkness and saw only the light that
came through the window of a jail as
he was about to end his earthly
career.
Drink the cause of his fall.
An Approved Bill.
~The Congress will be asked to pass
a bill bearing upon interstate ccm-
merce in intoxicants, which Las been
favorably considered by able lawyers,
and which it is believed will meet
both the need for protection in pro-
hibition territory and the objections
of those who have believed former
proposed measures to be unconstitu-
tional.
Moral Goodness.
Life is a sham and a failure unless
it is a success in moral goodness. Z
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IDEAS, NOT FANCIES.
The Retired Literary Man Lays Down
a Rule For Composition.
“When in doubt—don't.
“That, gentlemen,” said the retired
literary man to his class of ambitious
young literary aspirants, “would be a
good maxim for you to hang up over
your writing table, its application for
you being:
“Don’t write unless you have some-
thing to write.
“Unless an idea comes to you with
at least some feature of it sharply de-
fined don’t try to write it—now; and
never, if you can so train and so deny
yourselves, mistake a mere fancy for
an idea. We have many pleasing
fancies that, bright as they may be,
are still but fleeting, intangible; that
will not bear nailing down. Don’t
waste your time trying to put such
fancies into form, for the more you
work over them the more you will
rend them, till you have left of them
but colorless shreds and patches dry
and useless, like so many dusty cob-
webs, and like cobwebs finally to be
brushed away.
“We have, I repeat, many pleasant
fancies which will not bear the rude
handling involved in transcription,
though in passing they may, as gentle
showers do the earth, help to make
fruitful our mental field. Enjoy
them; but let them pass, content thus
to enjoy them, and satisfied with such
stimulation as they may afford. The
idea worth writing and worth writing
now, I say again to you, will come to
you with at least some feature of it
sharply defined; with something
about it that will make to you a di-
rect, living, personal appeal; it will
be something that you awake to and
greet with a grateful smile.
“Which brings me to say that such
ideas may still be but vital fragments,
perhaps the striking opening, or may-
be the ielicitous ending of a story;
or it may be that there ¢éome to you
both at once; and happy you well may
be if so your brain provide you. With
what inspiration you may now set
out, with what auspicious beginning
and with what joyous ardor you may
now press on to that felicitous end-
ing! This is something worth while;
a joy to you, as, let us hope, it may
be to your reader. ; :
“Or there may come to you, all
alive, an idea that may be vital and
vet be but a fragment and even as
such complete, not bringing with it
any scheme or clear clue. Don’t rude-
ly wrestle with this... Treasure it,
but put it away, store it in your mind!
to take root and there to grow.
will attract other ideas to it, grad-
ually but surely it will form, and then;
some day and suddenly perhaps it will
say: :
_* ‘Now write me!’
“And as you write you may—and
with what profound. satisfaction!—
in the story’s foliage discern some of
those pleasing fancies that once had
charmed you now come back to you,
serving now mn their only true func-
tion, to adorn.”—New York Sun.
Cheap Fares in Belgium,
Passenger tariffs on Belgian rail
ways are very low, and the passenger
service is generally very good. It is
not as rapid as the French service,
but it is cheaper. These rates show
the influence of the politicians.
For instance, tickets are on sale
which for a very small price give the
right to ride anywhere as often as
you like for five days on any of the
State lines. A third class ticket of
this sort, good anywhere any time for
five days, costs only eleven francs
five centimes, which is just a fraction
under $2.20 in American money.
Eighty-eight per cent. of all the
passengers’ tickets issued are sold at
one sort or another of reduced rates.
Among other curious instances show-
ing the fine hand of the small poli-
tician we find that tickets are sold
to electors to go to their voting places
at less than half price. — Moody's
‘Magazine. : i
|
The Point of View.
William had just returned from
college, resplendent in pegtop trous-
ers, silk hosiery, a fancy waistcoat
and a necktie that spoke for itself.
He entered the library where his fa-
ther was reading. The old gentleman
looked up and surveyed his son. The
longer he looked the’ more disgusted
he became.
“Son,” he finally blurted out, “you
‘look like a — fool.”
Later, the old major, who lived
next door, came in and greeted the
boy. heartily, “William,” he said
with undisguised admiration, ‘‘you
look exactly like vour father did
twenty years ago when he came back
from school.”
“Yes,” replied William with a
smile, ‘‘so father was just telling me.’’
—Everybody’s.
Has His Preferences,
“You have a wife beater in jail
here?”
“Yes.” Y
‘““Here are some roses for him.”
“Sorry, madam, but he doesn’t ac-
cept any flowers less expensive than
orchids.” —Washington Herald.
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