Ttr, ochvftit '.V.V-"l V '.rt.: l !(,!! lOl.lilVi'IWHftlllUimilltlllllilllllflf VOL. XV. NISW IBLOOMKIELID, IJ.A., TUESDAY, JUNE 31, 1881. NO. 25. MRsSM sum ftiikfi THE TIMES. Au Independent Family Newspaper, IS PUBLISHBDaVBUT TUESDAT Bt P. MORTIMER & CO. TEltMS I INVARIABLY IN ADVANCE. f 1.50 run. v k ah, posTACjn rnnn. 80 C IS. FOll 0 MONTHS. To subscribers residing In Tnis county, where we have no postage to pav. n discount of 25 cents from the above tonus will be made If payment Is made lu advance. W Advertising rates furnished upon appllca tlon. A Mad Passenger. IN June, 1800, the brig Polly Deems, Captain Job Payson, sailed from Bos ton for a port In Turkey, luilen with cotton goods. She was a new, taut little vessel, with plenty of storage room, and had accommodations for two pas sengers. The crew consisted of the captain, mate, four sailors, a black cook, and a cabin-boy. Captain Payson was a conscientious, just man who treated his crew neither to jokes nor grog, but who lodged and fed them better than would live out of six of the masters sailing from New England ports. " Old Job," the mate, who was from the West, used to say he was "a hard man, but one you could tie to, in fair weather or foul." His crew were picked men, and, with the exception of Dan, the cabin-boy, had been with him for years. This was Dan's first voyage, and he felt that the captain and crew eyed him with sus picion. He was on probation, and he felt that not a grain of favor would be allowed him. Dan was a farm boy, who knew noth ing of the world beyond the village in which was his mother's church. Ship board, the sea, Europe, Turkey here were bewildering Ideas to burst at once on his narrow experience, scarcely wider than that of the house-dog sleep ing at the barn-door. " Keep your eyes open and your hands ready to see the work of the moment and to do it before the moment is over," was his mother's last advice, "for the rest, Daniel, ask the Lord's help. You will find him just as near to you in Turkey, as in your own home here." Dan, in the hurry and excitement of getting under way, and of his new duties, repeated this advice over and over to himself. It seemed to keep his mother near him. Several days after, while he was carrying the dinner dishes into the cabin, he overheard the mate say : " The boy is clipper enough for a raw hand, captain " "Aye," grunted Capt. Payson ; "turns out better than I expected. I took him for his mother's sake. 'Widow. Old friend of mine." " Rather gentlemanly fellow, this pas senger y" ventured the mate, finding Captain Payson in an unusually talka tive mood. " He is a gentleman, sir. One of the Farnalls of Springfield. Ill-health. Doc tor prescribed a long sea-voyage. A gentleman and a scholar, Mr. Brlggs." Dan while waiting on the table at dinner, could not help noticing the .passenger. "Some of these days," thought the true born Yankee lad, "I too, shall be a gentleman and scholar." Doctor Farnall was a tall, lean man, carefully dressed, with sandy hair and mustache, but with eye brows aud lashes almost white. His eyes, too, were large and pale. They never met the eye of any other man fairly. Once, when Dan bappeued to look at him, he turned quickly away, and he glanced furtively and suspiciously at the boy, at times, during the rest of the meal. "Don't like him," thought Dan. ' Looks sneaking and tricky, aud not like a gentleman." But Dan, of course, kept his opinion to himself. Even Job, the cook, snub, bed the "raw hand," and tolerated no remarks from him. Fortunately, the lad was not sea-sick. He learned his new duties quickly ; was alert, neat, and always good natured. In the course of one week, Captain Payson had twice grumbled approval. Dan worked harder than ever, and, between times, for recreation, when the passenger was on deck he watched him. Dr. Farnall talked fluently and bril liantly, as even Dan's uncultured mind could perceive. But his talk was leveled far above the heads of either the captain or Mr. Briggs, who listened with half comprehending admiration. But there were days when the doctor was absolutely silent, ate nothing, and paced the deck wrapped In a profound gloom, his light eyes darting suspicious glances from side to side. On one of these days, Dan, going down just at twilight to find something he had left in his bunk, saw a tall figure which he could not recognize, with a candle groping about among the chests of the sailors. " Who's there y" he shouted. The man came quickly toward him. The caudle threw a yellow glare over his set face and glaring eyes. It was a passenger. He caught Dan by the sleeve. " Here, boy what do they call you y" "Dan." " You're surprised to see me here, Dan y" with a guilty laugh. "Took me for a ghost, eh y" "I beg your pardon, sir; I oughtn't to have called to you. Shouldn't have done it if I'd known it was you. But It took me aback, sir." " Naturally, you need not be surprised at seeing me In any part of the vessel. I'm studying its construction ns a scien tific man. Captain Payson has been good enough to give me admittance to all parts of the vessel. You needn't shout in that disagreeable way again. It startles a nervous man;" and with a vague smile he blew out the candle and went up on deck, leaving Dan staring after him. "It's not all right; or why should he, belli' a gentleman, make' such a long winded explanation to me, bein' the cabin-boy Dan said at last, shaking his head. That night Captain Payson was alone on the quarter-deck, when Dan present ed himself before him and saluted. His voice shook a little, for he was terribly scared. " Old Job" was a bigger man lu his eyes than any king or potentate. "Well I What's the matter with you'i"' growled the captain. " The the passenger, sir." " What have you to do with the pas senger y " I beg your pardon, sir but are you sure he isn't a thief, or worse V gasped Dan, forgetting, in his terror, the re spectful speech he had planned, lu which he meant to state the fact of Dr. Farnall's visit below deck. The captain seized a rope's end. "Take that for your impudence I" he shouted, aiming a blow at Dan, who dodged It, and then blurted out the whole story. " Searching among the bunks y Dr. Farnall!" muttered the captain in aston ishment, dropping his weapon; and then he walked thoughtfully up and down. Suddenly he stopped before Dan. "It is well you came to me and nobody else with the story," he said. "It is of no account. Dr. Farnall Is au eccentrlo man. If he wishes to examine the ship in any part, he Is not to be watched and spied upon. So keep your eyes to yourself, and your tongue, too. If you go babbling this story, I'll flog you." Dan crept oft to his work feeling as if he had had a sound drubbing. Tears of rage and mortification stood in bis eyes. " Mother's rules do very well on land, but they won't wear on shipboard," be muttered. " But there's something that needs watching in that man, and I'll watch him." Nothing of moment happened, how ever, for a week. Then Dan observed that the passenger's days of fasting and depression grew more frequent. There were whole nights when be paced the deck until morning. The crew Joked together about him. One declared that he was a murderer; another, that be bad escaped from a lunatic asylum ; but the common opin ion was that be bad ruu away from a termagent wife. " D'ye mind," said Irish Jem; "how he eyes every sbl p we hail,, as though she might be aboard y" Dan, alone, never joined In the gossip below decks about the mystery. One day a little Incident occurred which suddenly strengthened his sus picious. Just before nightfall, when passing the after hatchway, in the covering of which was a elide that could be opened and closed at will, Dan met Dr. Farnall coming up, covered with dirt and dust. There was an unsteady glare In his eyes. He seized Dan by the shoulders. " Do you know where I have been y" he said hoarsely. " In the lower hold, sir; among the boxes." " What d'ye think Is down there, boy for you aud all of us y Death 1 Death I But tell nobody nobody " He drop ped his hold and staggered on. " Mad as a March hare!" muttered Dan. But half au hour later, Dr. Farnall was seated at the supper-table, gay, self possessed, keeping the captain in a roar with his good stories. About the middle of the second watch that night, Dan turned out of his bunk. The boy was really too anxious to sleep. "Death In the hold, eh y Death in the hold y" he repeated to himself. He did not dare go to the captain of the crew with his story. Yet he was sure that some peril was at hand. He sat shivering for awhile, then pulled on his clothes. "If Death's in the hold, I'll find him," he said. He groped his way to tlie after hatch way unquestioned ; for the mate, who had charge of the deck, was reclining listlessly against the rail further aft, where the hatchway was hid from view by the cablu. The slide was open. His heart beat quick with excitement, but noiseless as a cat, Dan crept down to the lower deck and then groped for the hatchway that opened Into the lower hold. He was so certain that danger was afoot, that he was not startled when he saw a falut reddish light, and found the lower hatchway open. The hold was not so closely stowed but what one could move about in it quite freely, and lowered himself care full, Dan saw that the light came from a lantern, and that it cast a glare di rectly on the face of the passenger, who was kneeling and working at something on the floor. "So that's the way Death looks, heyy thought Dan. "He couldn't well look worse," and he eyed the hag gard, ghastly face. "What grating noise is thaty" he asked himself; and in the same instant he sprang forward with a cry of horror. The passenger had an auger in bis hands, and a saw lay beside him. He bad bored a bole through the side of the vessel, below the water line, and the water was already coming through. The boy clutched Farnall, and shook him like a wild beast. " You are sink ing the ship. Help! help!" The madman turned on him quietly. "Yes, we'll all go down together. Don't make that outcry. Nobody can bear you." He had caught the boy's wrists, and held him with the unnatural strength of the iufeane. Nobody could bear bim. Dan remem bered that, and became suddenly silent. Horror and fear only made thought more vivid. Death was just at band. There was nobody to drive it back but himself, and he was in the madman's hold. He stared Into the fierce glassy eyes with an agony of hesitation. Farnall laughed back at him. " I thought of burning, but this is quietest. I want to go calmly into the great hereafter. We shall all go to gether In a few minutes," glancing at the stream of water gushing out of the opening. "Oh, mother, mother!" cried the shivering boy. " We'll all go together. Kings among the ancients went across the Styx at tended by the slaves slain on their burial. I will be followed by the Yan kee captain and hit crew." A sudden flash lightened Dan's eyes. " Not by the captain," he said. . His own voice startled him, it was so calm, and In a tone so very different from any In which he bad ever spoken before. " The captain and Mr. Brlggs will escape," he cried. " Why, what do you meauy" cried Farnall. ' Escape! How can they escape V" " Because they are not In the hold. They will take to the boats." " I never thought of the boats." Dan felt a chlil run over him. He tried to speak, but Lis voice failed. He had but one chance, and be must try it. "I will go and bring the captain and Mr. Briggs down, If you like. Then then can't get away." "Ha, ha! Pretty good joke. Well, go bring them, and be quick," loosening his hold and pushing Dan away. Dan walked slowly to the ladder, then he made one wild spring up. "To the hold! To the hold! A leak !" he shrieked, and fell gasping to deck. ' Within another hour, the madman, was in irons, the leak had been stopped, and the water pumped out of the hold. The danger was past, aud all snug and taut. The crew made a hero of Dm. Even Captain Payson spoke out his hearty praise. " The lad saw what was to be done, and did It. He had courage, aud, what is better, good sense. Who taught you to use your wit, my boy y" " My mother, sir," said Dan." How Political Editors tlx it up. THE editor of a Nevada journal sees in a rival paper a political announce ment which, after careful search, he fails to find in his own sheet. There upon he seats himself aud writes : "A Nice Pilt,. Bill Wiggins is out with an announcement that he is a candidatttfor sheriff. Who is Wiggins 'i A hundred persons have asked us this question witbln the past few days, ana we have taken pains to look up his record. Wiggins is a man who has bummed in this community for the past ten years, seeking ofllce and finding none.. He has bucked like an old mule, stiff-legged, at every ticket he has not) been on, and tried to bust every com. blnatlon that was not made in his in terest. He is a political parasite, that the voters of the town should put their foot on for the last time. He needs a final quietus, and next" Just then Mr. Wiggins entered 'aud laid down So for his announcement, explaining that he bad intended to bring it earlier, but It had slipped his mind. He was hardly around the corner before the editor had thrown his article in the waste-basket, and wrote as follows : "A Rei'iiesentative Man. We are glad to announce the fact that Colonel William Wiggins, well" and favorably known in these parts, announces him self as a caudidate for sheriff. Mr. Wis gins has always been a consistent man, and never identified with the bolters and soreheads who have made them selve odious in the country for the past few years. He has stood by the party in me aarKest nours 01 us nisiory. JVlr. Wiggins' name will be a tower of strength for the ticket, and will lead us to a glorious victory. Mia name head ing the county ticket makes it folly for the opposition to nominate a man to run against him." A Farm Anecdote. A farmer asked a boy what he would work for him for, one year. The farmer was close at a bargain, and the boy knew It. , Says the boy, "I will work for you if you will give me one grain of corn for the first week, two grains for the sec ond, four for the third, and doubling each week until the fifty weeks or year Is out." "Good said the farmer. The boy began work, and took one grain for the first week, two for the second, four for the third, eight for the fourth, six. teen for the fifth, thirty-two for the sixth. "Hold on," said the farmer, "you are taking too many." "Not at all,"sald the boy. "I am but carrying out the contract." The farmer began to figure how many grains the boy would take in fifty-two wetlcs, and to bis aaton lshment he found out he would be enti tled to 1,450,593,257,403,803 grains. He could never pay blm, and agreed to give blm, fair wages if be would let blm off from the contract. The Power of One Vote. Years ago in De Kalb county, Ind., was a man who was In doubt on election morning whether to go to mill or to the polls. Finally he decided for the latter. He voted the Democratlo ticket, and a Democratic member of the legislature was elected from his district by a majority of one vote. That legislature elected a United States Senator, and by the vote of one member, from that district, Mr. Hannegan was chosen. Mr. Hannegan to3k his seat in the Senate, and was President of the Senate pro tem, when the vote was taken on the annexation of Texas. On the floor the vote was a tie, and Mr.Hannegan's casting vote decided the question In favor of annexation, and brought on the Mexican war, which has so shaped the subsequent history of our country. So much to illustrate the value of one vote and the Importance of every man performing his duty as a citizen and a voter when election day comes. The Woman Wins. Mil. SEPTIMUsTbRIGHTLY was an aristocrat, and a man of mark. He had held many offices of honor and he deemed himself well worthy of all honor that had ever been conferred up on him. What the Hon. Septimus did not know, he considered not worth knowing. It pleased htm when men bowed low to him, and it offended him when men in the lower walks of life failed in these outward signs of respect; This was the man'who, somewhat late In life, took to himself a young wife. The woman whom he had chosen thus to honor was several years youuger than himself, he was five-and-thirty, he was flve-andflfty. However, though younger, she was a widow and possessed of considerable wealth, and she was quite handsome, also ; besides being in telligent, witty and vivacious. She bad but one failing one drawback, in the Hon. Septimus' estimation. She was Scotch by birth, and retained much of her native idiom and accent, of which habit her husband tried to break her. More than once Mrs. Brightly had begged of her husband not to borrow trouble on account of her speech ; but she laid it upon him most emphatically that he should not, under any circum stances, allude to her peculiarity of pro nunciation in public. For a time after this all went well. At length, however, the autocrat mani fested himself. It was at an evening Partyi given by himself and wife where many notables were present. In the course of the dinner the lady called to a servant and bade him to take away the " fools " ( her pronunciation of fowls). Said her husband, very pompously and pointedly: "You mean fowls, my dear!" "O, yes," she returned, with acharm Ing smile ; and then, to the servant : "John, you may remove the fowls and let the fool remain !" It Is doubtful if he ever ventured up on a like experiment again. The story of the British frigate Hussar may be familiar to our readers. On November 25, 1780, while on her way to Norwich, Connecticut, the Hussar struck on Pot Rock, in Hell Gate. She had on board seventy American prison ers, chained to the gun-deck, and, it was believed, about 900,000 sterling, which was to be used in subjugating the Ameri cans. In spite of the efforts of the com mander to save the vessel, the went down in ninety feet of water, carrying with her all the manacled prisoners. The officers and crew escaped. Many divers have worked upon the wreck, and in June of this year operations begun anew in the hope that some of the lost treasure might be recovered. Whether anything has been found is not yet known, for the workman are bound to secrecy, but it is expected that the search will continue until ice in the river pre vents. ' lThe longer we live, and the more we think, the higher value we learn to put on the friendship and tenderness of parents and friends. t3T So grasping is dishonesty, that it is no respecter of persons ; it 'will cheat friends as well as foes ; and were It possi ble, even God himself. O Let us learn that everything in na tureeven motes and feathers, goby law not luck, and what we sow we are inva riably sure to reap.