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VOL. XV.
NISW IBLOOMKIELID, IJ.A., TUESDAY, JUNE 31, 1881.
NO. 25.
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THE TIMES.
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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.