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* ^????i ??^??????? ^ ISSUED ggB?-WEBaCI.Tr^ t. m. grist's sons, Pobii.h?r?. j % ^amilj JJetuspape r: Jfor 'M promotion o(f the jpolitieal, foeial. ^gricnltopl and ?ommerciat Interests of the feople. { TER9??'le topVVive cE^VAXCB' ESTABLISHED 1855. " YOR K V^ILIYE, S. 0~ TTJESD AY, JUNE -^5, 1!>Q7. MO. 5l7 ' mi"~ * " ~ -- "*? *' V* * IwnriH v?t it in flptunJIv exnortinu: that! 8TORY OF AN EAQLE. DAUGHTER ? By ETTA A CHAPTER VI. Captain Snirlaw. IT.I4 ~?, Kaiit later n qerVRnt ClOSed nun an huui iMtv. the door' of Rook wood behind Abel Llspenard and the latter went away down the asphalt walk of the garden, hopped Into a skiff that was lying against the bank, and rowed across the river to his own domain on the opposite shore. Moonlight sheeted the rippling current, the night wind was heavy with the perfume of flowers. Llspenard moored his boat at the stone Jetty, and took the nearest path to the house. This led, for a space, through thick trees; then it emerged suddenly on a strip of garden running over with white and yellow lilies, and surrounded by a sunken wall, like that of some old English pieasaunce. Llspenard paused, looked around the fair spot, lifting his hat quickly as if to some invisible presence. "Lilian!" he muttered. It was the name of the beautiful sister who had died, a raving maniac, behind bolts and bars, high up in the gray tower. As Cyril Vye had said, the skeleton In the Llspenard closet whs a formidable one. He went on past the garden, and climbed the ascent on which the house stood. There were no flowers here, only a short, close turf, like velvet, and the intense green of carefully pruned shrubbery and century old trees. Out of these arose the dark gray walls and towers, their haughty, forbidding aspect broken only by one great patch of color?a terrace filled with palms and hibiscus, and strange tropic vines, set In Delf Jars and im mense blue China vases. Here a plate-glass window chanced to be standing open. Llspenard made his way to It, and hopped?for that word alone described the motion?through into a luxurious smoking room. "Shirlaw, are you here?" he called. In an easy chair at the far end of the apartment lounged a young fellow in an undress uniform, with a face and figure of an Antinous. He was puffing at a cigar, and teasing a halfdozen dogs that were grouped around him in various attitudes. "Behold me, old man!" he answered, lazily. " 'Pon my soul, you feed these brutes too much?they are growing so fat and indolent that they refuse to perform the most common trick. Hallo! How odd you look, Lispenard! Where have you been?" "Across the river!" replied Llspenard, briefly. Captain Victor Shirlaw dropped his cigar into a Moorish jar beside the lounging chair, and straightened himself with sudden interest." "To Rookwood?" "Yes. I went in response to an urgent summons from Philip Vye?he had a little matter of business to transact with me." Shirlaw lifted his handsome brows. "I understand. The distinguished lawyer has, of late, been drawing pretty extensively on the purses of his friends. That precious son of his is going the pace with a vengeance. Don't frown. Lispenard. Of course, you allow no meddling In your private affairs, but I must speak my mind. To tell the truth, I am somewhat prejudiced against our legal friend. He browbeats his wife?he snubs and abuses her in the face and eyes of everybody, and a man who will do that is capable of anything. Oh, come now! whom did you see at Rookwood?" The olive face of the dwarf was slightly averted from his guest. He patted the sleek dogs that were leaping affectionately upon him. "Whom did I see? An angel!" "By Jove! Are such beings to be found in the Dale, old man?" "When you stand face to face with Miss Vye, you can decide that question for yourself." Shirlaw's brown eyes kindled?he was thoroughly aroused. "Oh. you mean the daughter of the cattle king? Then the expected young lady has arrived from school? Ta, ta! Like Byron, I have an antipathy to schoolgirls?I detect, as did his lordship, the lisp of the nursery in their utterance, and the odor of bread-andbutter about their persons. But, by Jove! this one must be an extraordinary creature if Abel Lispenard admires her!" Lispenard continued to stroke the dogs. "I did not say that I admired her," he answered, iiritably, "but It would be well for that distant cattle king to come east now and take charge of his daughter. With her unearthly beauty, and the fortune which she will presumably Inherit, she certainly needs a different guardian from Philip Vye." " 'Her unearthly beauty." By Jove! this grows interesting," thought Shirlaw. Aloud he said, "How you pique my curiosity, old fellow! I must hasten to make the acquaintance of Miss Vye. So." with a languid smile, "you do not think Philip Vye a proper guardian for his niece?" "No?decidedly no!" "There's a rumor abroad in the Dale that he means to marry the young lady to his worthless son." "I dare say." Shirlaw settled himself again In his lounging chair, his splendid soldierly figure in strange contrast to the square, grotesque shape of his host. "Well, I do not know as I am called to meddle in the family affairs of the Vyes." he said, carelessly; "en passant, old fellow. I had callers In your absence?the Berkeleys came in force, Nina leading the van, her arms full of Wagner's atrocious music, which she desires you to play over in your hours of leisure. She grew melancholy when I told her you had vanished. I confess, Lispenard, that I'm deucedly afraid of that young woman, with her eye-glass and her Boston culture, and her long pedigree; and when, like Silas Wegg, she drops into poetry, my hair riese on my head. Mark my words, old S OF Cfttit V. FIERCE I man, she'll marry you yet, In spite of I your teeth!" "Shirlaw, you are nothing. If you are I not absurd!" answered Lispenard, I with a spark of anger In his sombre, dark eyes; "to speak of marriage in I connection with a monster like me"?I how bitter his voice grew!?"seems I little less than sacrilege! Where Is I [Miss Berkeley's music?" "She left It in the drawing room. I You call yourself hard names, Llspen- I ard?why, bless me! you ignore the I fact that you are considered a great! catch"? "Hush, for God's sake, Victor! Youl mean that there are women, who, fori money and social power, would even I sell themselves to a being like me. I Yes, I dare say, it is quite possible; I but I swear to you, Shirlaw," and now I a white heat, like lightning, overspread I the olive face, "that no woman shall I barter herself for the Lispenard for-1 tune, or the Lispenard prestige, while I I remain custodian of the two!" He went out quietly, and closed the door of the smoking room. Directly! Shirlaw heard the distant sound of a piano played with great skill and pow- I er, he knew what that meant?he I would see no more of his host for the night. Guests In Lispenard's grand house were often left to entertain themselves. Shirlaw, however, was I something more than a guest?he was1 a very intimate friend and distant I kinsman, and Lispenard's eccentricities I never troubled him in any way. "He has gone to quiet his disturbed I soul with music," yawned the brown I young soldier, "so I will fare forth,! and look at the moon." He sauntered out of the house, and I down the shadowy walks, past the gar-11 den lilies to the river. As he paused 1 on the little Jetty and looked across I the track of moonlit water to the op-I1 posite bank, a sudden idea struck him. "If I should Jump Into Lispenard's skiff," he mused, "it might be my luck I1 to catch a glimpse of the hourl oppo- I site. Shlrlaw's luck was a proverb I at West Point, and more than once It 11 has served me In my little bouts with the 'fiery-eyed Apache!' Here goes!" I' Instantly he was in the boat, pushing! out into the current. A burning cu-l' rloslty had seized the young captain.!1 If there were angels about, he meant I to see them. He sent the skiff straight I' Into the shadow of the trees that I' fringed the banks of Rookwood. As|! he did so, gay girls' voices saluted His I ears, a gleam of summer draperies was 1 visible in the shrubbery, he could hear |' light footsteps on the dewy gravel. "I adore a garden by night," said the voice of Maud Loftus. "Behold the supernatural proportions which these roses take in the glamour of the moon! Yonder is one, seemingly suspended in space, like a great white star! here Is another as red as your cousin Cyril's eyebrows. By-the-way, how rude 1 that young man is, dear! I sang to him until I was hoarse?It was solely for your sake?and all that he said by way of thanks was, 'Confound Verdi! ?I wish he had never been born!'" "Yes, he is rude," replied Mignon's severe young voice; "as rude as a Hottentot. Let us go down and look at the river?" "With pleasure love; but do you not feel a slight dampness here? I have neuralgia sometimes, you know. In spite of my avoirdupois. I will run and ask your aunt Elinor for shawls." Away toward the house flashed one white cloud; the other remained motionless for a moment, in the walk, then it began to move slowly down toward the river. Shirlaw, sitting in his skiff under the shelter of the trees, and scarcely daring to draw his breath, saw a lovely head, like a deer's emerge from the garden shadows?saw such a shape as sculptors love pause on the bank and look across the rippling river. The moonlight only added a new glory to her uncovered golden hair and flawless face. Her white hands were full of roses, and she began to tear their petals apart and drop them down into the river, and as she did so, he heard her hum softly to herself these lines of an old song: " 'Oh. I loved in my youth a lady fair; For her azure eyes and her golden hair; Oh, truly?oh, truly I loved her then. And naught shall I ever so love again. Save my hawk, and my hound, and my red-roan steed. For they never have failed in my hour of need.'" "Mignon!" A man had started suddenly up behind the lovely vision, and seized the hands with their burden of shattering petals. "Mignon," repeated Cyril Vye, "you were angry with me tonight in the hall, and I have followed you to apologize for my rashness there. Forgive me. because I love you, and men in love often do foolish things, you know." She tore her hands free. "I told you I would never forgive you," she answered, sternly. "Oh, but that's nonsense, for you must! Long ago I made up my mind to marry you. To be sure I had not meant to speak so soon, but you yourself force me to do so; and, after all. one time is as good as another. Come, now, my beauty, for custom's sake, I must ask the usual question: Will you be my wife?" She stood tall and white in the moonlight. drawing her draperies closely about her, as if to escape all contact with him. "For custom's sake," she replied, in a withering tone. "I will condescend to answer you. Xo. a thousand times no! Your impudence Is quite inexcusable. Cyril, for you are well aware that I find vou now. as I found you years ago?detestable! Now leave me, and never approach me again in the character of a lover." "I cannot leave you, Mignon, till you reconsider your answer. I love you. I say, and I mean to marry you! You cannot escape your fate, so yield to it gracefully." "Marry a man like you, Cyril?" she cried In high indignation. "I would l sooner leap into this river! Stand < back?no, do not dare to touch me." But he pressed suddenly toward her 1 with arms outstretched. She gave a I cry. The next Instant Shirlaw was out j of the skiff and on the bank, his fiery 1 young blood tingling, his bonny blue 3 eyes all ablaze. 1 "I will give you Just one second, Mr. Vye, to take yourself out of the pres- l ence of this lady!" he said. The sudden apparition of young An- t tinous made a visible sensation on the 1 bank. Cyril Vye grew white with 11 wrath. Mlgnon caught her breath as < the brown soldier lifted his hat defer- 1 entially to her In the moonlight. "By what right. Captain Shlrlaw, do r you interfere betwixt my cousin and c me?" stammered Vye. "By the right which any gentleman ^ has to aid a lady who has fallen Into I obnoxious company," replied Shlrlaw. c "Be off or I will throw you Into the <i river!" cried Vye, choking with rage, \ and he made a rush at the Intruder, \ as if to fulfill his threat. r The next moment he was lying flat s and senseless on the earth, and Shir- a law stood over him making his best a bow to Mlgnon. 1 "I regret that I was obliged to knock r the fellow down In your presence," he S said. "Pray pardon me. I am Victor fc Shlrlaw, now and always at your ser- \ vice: and you?yes, I am sure that you r are Miss Vye. Permit me to escort you safely to the house. t Tall and maidenly, showing no sign e of confusion, she stood, her beauty c growing upon him, j( "Luminous, gem-like, ghost-llke." p "You have done me a service, Cap- v tain Shlrlaw," she replied, sweetly. "I v thank you. No, do not trouble your- v self? . II And then Maud Loftus came flying v down the walk with some gay-colored a wraps on her arm, and burst upon the h scene In round-eyed wonder. 0 "Oh. Mlgnon, what Is the matter, t dear?" she cried, and straightway be- c gan to scream at sight of Vye's pros- f' trate figure. Perhaps that sound aroused the law- h yer. At any rate he arose to his feet, h The two girls fled. s "I demand satisfaction of this out- b rage, sir!" foamed Cyril Vye, turning a furiously on the brown captain. n "In what form will you have It?" an- ' swered Shlrlaw. "Pistols at six pj^es?" a "Yes, by Heaven! Yes." o "Very well," said the young soldier, with great sang frold; "name the time f' and place." "Here and now," stormed Vye, with i< Increasing rage. "I demand blood. We a need have no delay, no seconds, no pre- g llminaries. We want nothing, In fact, c but the weapons." o "What admirable simplicity!" said ti the captain. "Do you happen to have g any pistols about you?" n "I regret to say that I have not," fi answered Vye, stiffly. "You, a mill- f tary man, may be better prepared for h an emergency." b "Scarcely," replied Shirlaw, with airy t< good humor, "it is not the habit, ti even of military men In this nineteenth century, to go about like walking ar- h senals. Remain here, however, and I a will guarantee to bring the weapons In h ten minutes* time." n Vye changed color. With an air of n morose, vindlctiveness he had stiffen- a ed himself against a tree. p "Very well," he replied, coldly; "make g all the speed possible. Do not keep me waiting." s; "Not for the world!" said Shlrlaw. He sprang Into the skiff and pulled d for the opposite bank. Llspenard's c piano was still walling forth its won- h derful music when he reached the c house. He hurried, unseen, to his own p room, found a brace of revolvers, and f with the same started gayly back to p the rendezvous. As he for the second t time crossed the river, the whole affair n began to assume a highly ludicrous e aspect. n "I wonder," he thought, "what Lis- t penard will say to all this? In the a space of a half-hour I have made the t acquaintance of the angel, and now, great Jove! behold me about to indulge in a duel with her rejected lover." v He was out of the skiff before it a touched the bank. He had not lost a s moment of time; but where was Vye? a In vain he searched for that fiery foe- ^ man. He had vanished. He walked up a and down the garden, peering under _ trees and into shadowy thickets, but t no living thing was there. r "Evidently Mr. Vye has changed his f mind," said Shlrlaw. q He went back across the river, but 0 his heart was left behind at Rook- e wood. T \ CHAPTER VII. Esther. a "I never knowed anybody by the c name in these parts, sir, and I've lived here, man and boy, for fifty years. I c recken you're on the wrong track, j Tempest?Tempest," meditatively. "No, r sir! There's no Tempests at Cinder- ( vllle, but slch as whoop and holler up and down the coast, and play the dev- c il with the fishing boats and any other 8 craft that may be laying about loose, sir." r The speaker, a wrinkled fisherman, j in a flannel shirt and canvas jacket, i with his trousers tucked into a pair of enormous sea-boots, was calking a | boat, drawn up on the stocks, in the i sleepy little Maine fishing town of ^ Cinderville. Guy Fleetwood, the person addressed, stood leaning against i the sagging gable-end of a fish-house j ?a <iueer, tottering structure, yellow f with lichen, and decorated with the r rotting figure-head of some lost ship f ?lazily watching old Tom Dexter at > his labors. r In front of the two men lay an old \ wharf, strewn with debris?lobster- t traps, broken yawls, damaged tubs and .? barrels, and a great sea, like lapis lazuli, combing and curling in gloomy 3 waves against the sandy beach. Be- t hind them, the little hamlet of Cinder- ? viile went straggling up a steep hill, ] its paintless church well in advance, { the gray fish-houses bringing up the rear. The whole hillside seemed set ] with "flakes" for drying fish. There i were cornfields, however, and flocks at ? Cinderville. for the place was half-marine and half-agricultural. "Hereabout, sir," said Tom Dexter l to Fleetwood, "a man can't wholly get < his living neither on the land nor on < the water?he's got to draw from j both." "Then," said our Canadian friend, | helplessly, as he leaned against the old fish-house, "you are sure, Mr. Dex- 1 :er, that there Is no lady by the name jf Tempest residing In Clndervllle?" i "By the great horn spoon, I never I lenowed of any sich?I never heard ' :ell of any!" replied Mr. Dexter, with 1 frowlng impatience. "I ain't one of 1 ;he overcurious kind, but what may be i four business with this Tempest wo- ] nan, sir, when ye find her?" 1 Fleetwood laughed; then gave his 1 jlonde mustache a thoughtful stroke, i "Well, really, Mr. Dexter, I haven't 1 iny business whatever with her, and, ' jesldes, you must first catch your hare t >efore you cook him?no, I should say, t :atch your hake before you transform t llm Into chowder." "Haddock Is best for chowder, sir? 3 lever take hake when you can git had- 1 lock." "All right. I will remember. One e veek ago this very day, Tom Dexter, 1 arrived in Cinderville, led hither, I c ronfess, by an abnormal curiosity to s llscover a certain Concordia Tempest, e vhom I had good reason to believe J vas a resident of this place. And <] low, for seven long days, I have earched the town high and low, up \ ind down, and can find no person an- " iwering to the name; consequently it I s plain to me that I must give over 1 ny quest, and go home to Canada. 5ince an old inhabitant like you 1 mows nothing of her, I feel quite con- 9 'inced that Concordia Tempest Is a k nyth." t It was quite true. Guy Fleetwood, v tearing In his pocket the address glv- 8 n him by poor Hoxle, had actually 8 ome to this out-of-way fishing ham- c et In search of Black Dave's corres- r tondent. Maud Loftus, his betrothed ^ rife, was watching for him at Rook- 8 rood. His fond English-bred mother d raited impatiently for him across the Ine; and here the young fellow was, 1 rusting his time in this strange place, nd upon this ridiculous quest. Why 8 ad he voluntarily assumed the task 1 f finding the daughter of that cut- f hroat and robber, Black Dave? He 0 ould not tell. Why will men ever do oolish, inexplicable things? "Well," said Old Tom Dexter, calk- e rig away for dear life, "I knows about r ake and halibut and porgles, and qulb, and mackerel and menhaden, 8 ut I'm blessed if I knows anything bout myths, sir. Howsomever, it's d ny belief that there's no Concordia 8 "empest In Cinderville, nor ever was; c nd a woman with a name like that 8 ughtn't to be let live anywhere. Now, '' a what quarter hev ye been a-looklng v or her?" c Fleetwood shifted his position care- tl sssly. The small waves were lapping gainst the old wharf. A battered y chooner lay at anchor close by?its rew had gone ashore. The gray wing f a mackerel-gull hovered over a dlsant wave, like a moth above a blosom. A wasp, which had made her est under the old figure-head on the sh-house, was buzzing angrily about 'leetwood's blonde head, her long legs ^ anging straight down, her black ody ringed with vivid yellow. He ^ ook off his straw hat and brushed the ^ roublesome insect languidly away. "I have been east and west," he aughed; "up the hill to the church, nd down the hill to the beach. I ave vainly implored every man, wolan and child in Clndervllle to give le information of Miss Tempest, fore than all that, I have been to the g ostoffice?the greasy rat-hole under iampson's fish-house." "Ha! And what did old Sampson ay to ye, sir?" "I politely inquired if letters adressed to Concordia Tempest ever ame to Clndervllle, and if that person erself appeared at the postofflce to laim them. By Jovei your antique ostmaster turned on me, like a dogish?said he never told tales about letera, or spied on parties that came for v hem, and bade me go about my buslnoe T ahnWMt him ft handful of mon y, I coaxed and cajoled, but he renained incorruptible, and I unenllghened. That man ought to be- put in , pickle of Cadiz salt, and preserved o a virtuous Immortality." Old Dexter grinned. ' "Maybe 'twas the cut of yer Jib?yer k'hite hands, and sich, that set him gin ye. Old Sampson don't like the r ummer gentry. He's as close-mouthed t s an oyster?wouldn't tell ye, if he I" mowed, but he don't know, sir?he I in't lived at Clndervllle but a few year t -he came from Eastport way?I was s iorn here"?with conspicuous supe- r iority?"and I can count you out every s amily in the place?I'm as well acluainted with 'em as I be with my ? >wn, sir. Now, I ask you, ain't that t nough? Do you 'spect any woman 8 Tempest can-be a-hiding in Cinder- a ille and I not get wind of it?" f< "No, Tom." replied Fleetwood, "you I re light. It is enough, my search Is 1 ver?I give it up, here and now." 1 He drew from his notebook the adIress which he had received from r loxie, the herder, tore it into the most r ninute fragments, and cast it upon the I Tinderville beach. * "Hallo!" cried old Dexter, "here r :omes Rube, with his catboat. Is he t'going to take you out for a sail, sir?" 1 A boat came gliding up to the wharf, 1 nanned by a raw-boned young fellow c n a red shirt and canvas trousers? t leuben Dexter, the son of old Tom. I "Yes," replied Fleetwood, growing Y ively, "I have an appointment wun ^ube. This is our last sail together. I i diall leave Cinderville tomorrow." 1 "Sorry to hear that, sir. I like ye, t f Jake Sampson doesn't. Now, if 8 re're u-golng out with Rube." raising c lis voice suddenly, so that his son * night hear, and grinning from ear to \ >ar, "ye sheer off from Porgy Light, i sir?there's a gal over in that air di- t ection that Rube is mighty taken vith. If it be that ye go too near the ock, he may neither bring you back, ( dr. nor come himself." J Rube's sunburnt face grew redder f ret. as Fleetwood dropped down into he boat. During the Canadian's brief t sojourn at Cinderville, the younger t Dexter had been his constant guide and 1 ittendant. I "Is that so, Rube?" he asked, jocose- < y; "(Id you find yourself, at your j ender age, a victim to the grand pasdon?" Rube hung his head. "Dad hadn't any cull to speak of ler," he answered, in a low voice. "She lon't care nothing about me, and nev?r did. She ain't like any other girl ibout here." "Ha! is it a case of unrequited affection, Reuben?" "Yes. sir," replied the other, hum>ly. i ne lime narDor, as iney swept icross It, was speckled with hakers, trawlers, and long, sharp seine-boats, rhe sail of a jigger flashed gayly by them over the gloomy water, which ivas all alive with flnny things? shrimp, and heering and menhaden. Fleetwood was fond of sailing. He lad been out with Rube Dexter numberless times in the last week, but lever before had he seen the young :euow so absorbed and dejected, "un, tls love, 'tis love, 'tis love, that makes he world go round," and 'tis love, alio, from which most of the sorrows of he world spring. "Where Is the Porgy Light of which rour father was speaking?" asked Heetwood, at last. "Over yon," replied the unhappy lov>r, with a vague nod toward the far torlzon; and then, with a sudden burst >f confidence, as though his harrowed iouI must find voice, "I'm that cut up Lt times, sir, that I've a good mind to ump Into the sea, and let the darned logflsh eat me!" "Don't do lt, Reuben," said Fleetvood, scarcely able to repress a smile. 'A faint heart never won fair lady. Jpn't Immolate yourself! She may reap t." f'No, she won't," answered poor iilbe, as he trimmed his sail, dlsconMS&tely. "I'm no mate for her, and I uiow It I never see her, but what I hJnks of the sun coming up over the vater. She orders me about like a lave. She looks at me, and my breath roes?I'm limp as wet seaweed?I wouldn't speak a word to her to save ny life; but she knows I'm ready to life for her, and she don't hold me of iny more account, sir, than sand unler her feet." "She must be a very high and mlghy maiden, Reuben." "Yes, sir," drearily, "she's that, and i good deal more. There's nothing hat can go ahead of her In these tarts. She's like an eagle among a lot if mackerel-gulls." ".foor reiiow: " mougni neeiwwu, he has the disease bad! Thank Heavn! the woman does not live who could educe me to this state of mind." "By Jove!" called out Fleetwood. | uddenly, "what Is this?" , It was fog, thick, white, curious, Iropplng upon them In a moment, like . great blanket. The catboat was ompletely enveloped, and cut off from 11 surrounding objects. Very sudden t was, and very disagreeable. Fleetrood could scarcely see the face of his ( ompanlon. "Dern It!" said Rube, In disgust, , that's the way the stuff drifts In on e, sometimes, thick enough to cut." ( "Is It likely to lift soon?" "'.hat's mighty uncertain, sir." Directly a sound, like stertorous lowing, saluted the ears of the two. Vho can tell If Rube's amatory abtraction had not affected his seamanhip this morning? At any rate, he at, as if paralyzed for one moment, ?id the next, Fleetwood saw looming ip and over the catboat, In that white, linding mist, a great dingy sail, a lack, battered bow, and lo! in an intant he found himself struggling In he Intensely cold water, Rube Dexter rlth him, and away went the catboat lown the crest of a great wave, botom side up. "Help!" roared Reuben. "You have wamped us! Help there, for God's ake!" But the schooner, hearing nothing, eelng nothing in that blinding fog, anlshed Into Its ghostly embrace with 10 response. From another quarter, iowever, and from a greater distance, i woman's voice rang out across the ea, and never was sound more wel- , erne to the ear of Fleetwood. "Speak again!" It said. "Where are , ou?" Rnho with his month full of sea rater, raised a cry: "Boat ahoy?ahoy?ahoy!" "Ahoy It Is!" the voice answered. To Be Continued. PASSING OF THE SOMBRERO. :amed Hat Now Seldom Worn By Upper Class Mexican*. The famed Mexican sombrero la low seldom worn by Mexicans of the ipper class when riding, driving or tuntlng, says the Mexican Herald. "Jot so many years ago even here at he capital men of position were occaionally seen wearing the sombrero, a nost suitable hat under a tropical sun mch as we all feel at midday. Pity that the sombrero should have riven place to the black derby or lowler. a hat that should be catalogued imong hats that are not hats in true ense, just as Charles Iximb made up l list of books that are not books. Nor j the narrow-brimmed modern straw lat a sufficient shade for the eyes in his land of glaring sunshine. The Panama hat, real or Imitation, low in high favor among the younger nen, is almost ideul as a protection to lead and eyes. It is light, almost uni ersally becoming and growing ever nore popular. The Panama has come to stay, uness fashion, so potent nowadays, exles it. Yet it would be absurd for lenizens of the tropics to give up he best of hats for any caprice of Dame Fashion. Of late years the wearing of straw rnts in winter here has been frowned ipon by the gilded youth who give he law of style to the young men of he middle class. Yet there is hardly i day in the year when, under the sun >f Mexico, a straw hat is not suitable, some very sensible young Britons vear straw hats the year through, realzing that they are dwellers of the roplcs. Old-Time Punishments.?A number >f tender-hearted English gallants dined a pioneer expedition to Virginia. The weather was cold and the vork hard. When these soft-muscled I'oung men were set at chopping trees heir hands were sorely blistered by he axe helves. With cries of pain nany oaths were heard. The presllent of the company soon put a stop ;o the swearing by ordering a can of sold water to be poured down the sleeve of the guilty one at every oath le uttered. In colonial days hog stealing was considered one of the most serious :rimes. At the first offense the thief's >ars were slit, at the second his ears vere nailed to a pillory, and at the third he suffered death "without beniflt of clergy." Deceitful bakers and careless fish lealers had to "lose their ears," while le who spoke detracting words had lis tongue bored by a bodkin. A Frenchman traveling in America n 1700 described the ducking pool as i "pleasant mode" of punishing a jcoldlng woman.?Youth's Companion. |Hwrfiianrd?si flfamni). p ? ? P NO MORE 80T0L WINE. J Unci* Sam Stops ths Manufacture of ^ a Maxican Nectar. One of the minions of the United States internal revenue bureau came , 61 out here from San Antonio, says a correspondent of the New York Sun, writing from Ysleta, Tex., and destroyed 600 gallons of wine made from the root of the sotol plant. Not only C< this, but the word has been passed down the line In all the upper Rlo| uranae Doraer region mm liicie mum. be no more manufacture of alcoholtc w liquor from the sotol. Sul Boggs rode all the way from Tornlllo to get a supply of the sotol c< wine. He arrived the day after It had ^ all been spilled by the revenue agent. He was disgusted. "It beats all," he said, "What Is w this country a'comln" to? Here we've 3 been drinking sotol ever since this part p' of the com '.ry was discovered by the Spaniards, and here comes some kind ' of new rulln' made by some jumpln' Jack up there at Washington and cuts 111 us fellows off from one of our princl- p< pal rations. ' St "I'll bet the man who Is responsible for doin' away with makln* sotol never 1 tasted the liquor In his life. Sotol ?' wine is nectar for the gods. "I guess I can go without It, but just wait until the Mexicans along the river hear that they can't get any more sotol to drink, and you will see the biggest exodus of Greasers bound for Mexico that was ever witnessed In 'c these parts." Sotol Is to the people of these parts what whisky is to the men of Ken- 131 tucky. Small sotol distilling plants ?' have been In operation all through this hl region from time Immemorial. The sotol grows profusely upon the w ranches of the extreme southwestern tc part of Texas and of northern Mexico. It Is a semi-desert plant, and In 'n drought It is fed to cattle and sneep ? In lieu of grass. p< In all the border saloons sotol can " be bought. It has long been a favorite beverage with the Mexicans who work m upon the ranches and live In the territory where the sotol plant thrives. p The sotol liquor Is said to possess a peculiar quality which nerves men up ^ to do desperate deeds. To be a real m bad 'ombre a man must take a few drinks of sotol. v< It Is related that at the time Bill el Taylor and his band of outlaws held ^ up and robbed the Overland Express 01 rm the Southern Pacific near Comstock, a few years ago, they were all more 'e than half drunk on sotol. When three ct members of the gang were captured In R the Davis mountains several days la- h< ter they had on hand a half empty Jug of sotol. They had been forced to Q' lighten their burdens by dropping a A big bag of silver, but they retained the Jug of sotol. 111 It has been said by physicians that sotol is one of the purest and most U healthful of all alcoholic liquors. If taken in moderate quantities it builds h< up the system. GOLD NOT GOOD IN CHINA. <* What Money It Depends Upon this Lo- h< cality, Says a Traveler. y< "It Is hard to define Just what money Ik" aoM RpnresentatlvA Julius Kahn of gi San Francisco, recently, says the st Washington Post. "At best, It seems A to be a relative term?that is, what ^ passes for money in one part of the ai world is regarded with suspicion at a some other place. B "Gold is supposed to be the one clr- ir culatlng medium that passes current S everywhere, but it is not true. In the ei far east for instance, the natives pos- m itlvely refuse to take anything but silver. Gold Is not money to them, and a in Washington or New York or any of b; the cities along the Atlantic coast r< when I hand a man a 110 or $20 gold 0' piece to change he looks upon me with w suspicion. He almost says in so many r< words that he would rather not have it. But let me hand out a worn and t< dirty bill and he accepts it without w looking at It. * Ci "Out in California bills are still h more or less of a curiosity and conse- tl quently the people are not accustomed to them. Go into a bank in San Fran- d cisco and tender a $50 bill for change. r' The chances are that the president of w the bank and the entire staff of offl- " clals would be called Into consultation as to its genuineness, and I doubt If s< there is a store in the town where a w bill would be accepted and changed off- ,e hand. We are all creatures of habit A and custom rules the world after all. e' "The silver coins in circulation in A China," Mr. Kahn continued, "are obJects of curiosity to foreigners. In P( China the coinage of money Is let to ai private parties, and the amount of sll- a> ver in a coin depends largely on the P' personal honesty of the man in charge of the particular mint. On this account each coin as It passes around in circulation has to be stamped with the Initials of the merchant last having it in his possession. The last man stamping the coin is held responsible for any shortage in weight In the coin. The result Is that the coins from repeated stampings, resemble small saucers, and each one fits into the other when stacked up In a pile. I Imagine that they might be useful for picnic 0( purposes, but they are certainly inconvenient to carry around, as any one ^ can bear witness who has traveled ^ through the Flowery Kingdom." a' LESS CHAMPAGNE DRUNK. I' United States Imports of Sparkling gl Wine Show a Decrease. Apparently champagne drinking in b< the United States is on the wane, says d " * Dnol Bath the Milan- fl lilt: tYU.llllllgiuit a wow. ?..v n tity and value of that beverage 1m- k ported Into this country last year were a less than in the preceding year and y practically no greater than a dozen years ago. a This Is only one of several surprising a features of a statement issued by the jj bureau of statistics on the "ebb and flow of the commerce of the United 0 States In 1906." The figures show that S' 394,727 quarts of champagne and other 81 sparkling wines were imported In 1906, ? valued at $5,855,425. while In the Im- tl mediately preceding year the number S of dozen quarts was 401,514, valued at ? 15,518,651. 1; Another rprislng fact is that while the United States Is one of the greatest coffee consuming countries in the p roduct. The exports of domestic roducts Include 31,518,494 pounds of reen, or raw, cofTee, valued at 82,70,592. This is explained by the fact that orto Rico and the Hawaiian Islands re customs districts of the United tates and that their exports to forIgn countries are now included with le figures of exports from the various jstoms districts of this country. It is stated that doubtless all of this jffee ia the product or tne island pos>ssions referred to. In addition 13,-J )0,000 pounds of coffee of foreign) roductlon brought Into this country as re-exported. Still another curious feature of merlcan commerce Is that while this juntry produces three-fourths of the orld's cotton, $11,000,000 worth of ?at product was Imported last year, > say nothing of $1,000,000 worth of aste cotton. This product, however, of a different quality from that' rinclpally produced In the United tates, being of the long and silky fl?r, coming principally from Egypt. While this country is the largest lanufacturer of cotton goods, the Imitations of manufactures of this roduct aggregated In round figures >9,000,000 In value, which was more rnn 50 per cent, in excess of the value f these goods exported. Awcrnnrca nc no AKFD. amous Britisher Who Will Proach to John D. Rockefeller. Rev. Dr. Charles Frederick Aked, irmer pastor at Pembroke chapel In Iverpool, who recently arrived In ew York to take up his duties as istor of the Fifth Avenue Baptist lurch Is an atheltlc type of man, and Is manner reminds many of President oosevelt. It Is told of Dr. Aked that hen he was about to take the pasirate of Pembroke chapel, Liverpool, ? went Ashing at 3 o'clock one mornig and, Andlng a suit of clothes on te bank, jumped In to save a supjsed drowning man. He brought out le man's dead body. As a result of te incident Pembroke .chapel on the ornlng that Dr. Aked preached his rst sermon was crowded to the doors, eople wanted to see a preacher who id gone Ashing at 3 a. m. and .who id jumped Into the water to save a an. When Interviewed somehow the conization turned Arst to John D. Rockleller, and Dr. Aked rather resented te Idea that he was to be the pastor ' "Rockefeller's church." "I know nothing of Mr. Rockefelr," he said, "and It is rather hard to l11 the Fifth Avenue Baptist church ockefeller's church. He is only a pew >lder in the church." Here some one managed to get in a uestion as. to tainted money, and Dr. ked brightened up. "I am not talking now on tainted loney," he said. "But perhaps you >el like the negro. The story goes lat two negroes were talking when le of them asked whether he had ?ard that a certain rich man had ilnted money. " 'What is this tainted money?' ask1. one. " 'What,' said the other, 'ain't you ;ard what dat is? Well, it 'tain't >urs and It 'tain't mine.'" When the Transvaal war crisis bean to approach, "in season and out of ;ason," to use his own words, "Dr. ked denounced Chamberlain's policy." Then the war began he was the first nd most fervid of the pro-Boers. On Sunday, after a disastrous week to ritlsh arms, he announced a lecture i Pembroke chapel dealing with the outh African war. The police expect3 what would happen and had 200 ten at the chapel. After.the service Dr. Aked, his wife nd a deacon got away safely in a cab y a side entrance. Before the cab jached the minister's house it was vertaken by the mob and partially recked. It managed, however, to ;ach the house. Dr. Aked sprang out, fought his way ? thA door. oDened It and fought his ay back to help his wife from the ib to the house. One man stood In Is way. Dr. Aked dealt with him In le fashion he has applied to all his ghts. He did not speak to him, he id not wait to see if the man would pally offer violence?he was In the ay, .and Dr. Aked knocked him down ke a log. When the minister and his wife were ife Inside the mob amused itself by recking the house from without, not aving a pane of glass unbroken. For ve weeks this scene was repeated fery Sunday. For five weeks Dr. ked denounced his own country un?r police protection. Three hundred slice guarded the house and chapel, rid all the way between the two, back nd forth, Dr. Aked was handed from lain clothes man to plain clothes man. ~~A ROMANCE. bout An Eastern Tenderfoot Who Struck It Rich. Archie Layton was from the east [Is parents were exceedingly poor, ne of his sisters chewed gum before typewriter all day long In a broker's fflce In Columbus, O., while his brothp hopped counters in a Cincinnati dry oods store. These two supported lelr poor old parents. Archie wanti to strike a gold mine and pay the lortgage on the old farm in Ohio. He ad come to Big Nose, the new camp, ) look around. Everybody laughed t him but Alkali Jim, a big-hearted ilner. To him Archie told his story. "I will help you," said Alkali Jim. 11 steer you right and you will find old." Archie tolled and tolled. His hands ecame covered with blisters, but every ay he thought of the old folks at ome und the mortgage. One day Alall Jim said: "Archie, go out yonder nd dig like the devil, and maybe ou'll strike gold." Archie followed his advice. He took lunch and a box of cork tipped clgrettes one day and went out and dug ke the devil. At 3 o'clock exactly he egan to get disheartened. He had jund nothing. With another thought) f the old home he buckled In and dug ome more. All at once he struck omethlng hard. He breathlessly dug ut some rock. With several specllens In his hand he ran uptown. He bought of the old home and the mortage once again. Running to the office f an assayer. he threw the specimens n the table and yelled, "Eureka! Here i gold." He lied. It was Just plain rock. Arhle Is now playing piano in Bullneck larvey's saloon in Ely, Nev.?Denver 'ost. Bird Kills a Dog, But Is Badly Injured In the Fight. One afternoon some time ago the following episode, In which a great eagle figured, occurred at Furstenwald, In Brandenburg, Prussia, says the Chicago Chronicle. A field laborer heard a dog howling in most dismal manner at no great distance from the spot at which he was working. Running In the direction from which the sounds came, he saw a large bird perched on tha \x-q fphHn<y nt o nalirtihnrinff farm * the two were struggling and fighting, partly In the air and partly on the ground. At last they passed into an adjoining copse, when the laborer ran and called the bailiff of the place where he was employed. Both proceeded to tbe copse, to find the bird moving with the greatest difficulty and scarcely able to hop a few paces; it tried to fly, but was evidently disabled and a well-directed shot killed it. They found the poor dog dead, ail the flesh had been literally torn from the bones by Its enemy. The eagle measured seven feet between the tips of its wings and was almost black, with snow-white shoulders, indicating great age. It had evidently had a history, for on its left foot. Just above the claw, was a strong gold ring on which were engraved some letters, the meaning of which could not be deciphered, the word "Eperjes" and date "10, 9, 1827." Eperjes Is a town in Hungary, not far from the northern Carpathians. The bird had probably once been in captivity. The eagle in its native haunts is a solitary bird, its mate alone excepted; no other of its kind is likely to be fouqd living within a considerable distance of it. A t ow from its wing alone is said to have killed a kid. There are many instances of babes and young children havlna been carried off bv eat'les. It is even stated that In the canton of Geneva a boy of ten years of age, who was attempting to rob an eagle's nest was seixed by one of the birds and carried a distance of 600 yards. He was, however, rescued by his companions without having suffered any very serious injury, although its talons had inflicted some severe wounds. The eagle builds its eyrie in the cliffs of inaccessible rocks or on the edges of precipices, the nest being little more than a flooring of sticks and branches lined with leaves. Here it brings and stores up a considerable amount of food, often consisting of young lambs and game. Condensed Knowledge. Elevators with a platform eighteen feet square are in use in some New Tork garages. The Slrius, the first steamer to cross the Atlantic, was 178 feet long, and her tonnage 450. Food valued at 12,175 is brought into Great Britain every minute W the dav and nlaht. Greece Is said to be the poofest country of Europe. Her total wealth amounts to 11,000,000,000, or about half that of Switzerland. A modern Incandescent lighthouse lantern with 3i-inch mantle gives 2,400 candle power, and uses no more oil than the old six-Inch wick burner which gave only 700 candle power. The ostrich yields about 3 pounds of feathers yearly. China and Japan together produce 126,000 tons of silk annually. England has 30,000 persons with a single leg or arm. The Japanese have a coin called the "mousang." which Is \yorth one two-hundredth part of an English penny. Europe and America have about 8,000,000 hives of honey bees. The birth rate of both England and Germany is decreasing. That of Germany is at present 34 per 1,000, while England's is 28 per 1,000. The condor can fast for forty days and the eagle twenty-eight days. France has 2,900,000 dogs. Europe has fifty languages, with 587 varatlons. The "meslah" bird of India excels all others In Its imitative powers. A young plant Is 75 per cent water and the remainder carbon, which It has taken from the air. The average amount of honey taken from an English hive is 60 pounds, double the American average. The record "take" from any hive was 1 nnn nnnndo frnm a stock of Cvt> rlans. The Australian tallgalla Is the only bird which leaves the egg fully feathered. The London and Northwestern railroad has in its regular employ an artificial limb manufacturer. The best microscopes magnify about 16,000 times and make a tiny pile of flour look like a pile of stones. The average size of the heart Is about that of the closed fist of the person to whom it belongs. A normal man breathes 20,000 times in the course of one day. In the census of the world the percentage of blind persons is 64 to every 1,000,000. The fortress at Malta is regarded as second to Gibraltar. Every Inch of the human skin contains 3,500 perspiration pores. The female brain begins to lose weight at the age of 30, but thai, of the male not until ten years Ir^ter. On the average the coolest part of the day Is at 5 o'clock In the morning. The wettest hour of the day Is at 3 o'clock In the morning. The life of a north Atlantic Iceberg is often 200 years. The light of one candle power Is plainly visible at one mile, and one of three candle power at two miles. The wreck record of the Baltic sea Is greater than that of any part of the world. Ahe average is one a day throughout the year. The efficiency of the human heart is greater than that of any other piece of machinery, taxing into conaiaerauun the size. It pumps nearly eight tons of blood dally. Nearly half of the railroad mileage of the world is In the United States. Eighty-seven per cent of the Cannadian farmers own their farms. The Automobile club of England founded ten years ago, has 2,900 members. Out of the 212,000 women In Australia qualified to vote, 174 exercise the right of franchise.