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ISSUED SBMI-WBBKL^ l. m. grist s sons, Pubirehers. } % |[amitg fletcspaper: 4cr tM promotion of th<{ political, Social, ^gricultupl and Commercial Interests of the ?eogle. | tkk??no'L,e copVh^ enm!' AS' K established 1855. " . yor k ville. s. cz t u iits d a y7 j u k k 3q, 1908.' nto. 52. ^ 4s ^ 4? *1? ^ 4* ^ *$? + ?i H ^ By ETTA ? + *f? 4" *f? *f? *f? *f* *f* *t? T *1* "i CHAPTER I. Cape Desolation. ^ The wind tore madly by the little grocery. A mist of salt spray blurred its small windows?the weather-worn door shook, as if to a spirit hand. Captain Ira Berry, the proprietor of the place, a crippled sailor, relegated by Fate, after years of adventurous roving, to the counter of this one only * ? ?- r\??/vio*iAn nonuoH in Siore on uape LTaviauuu, ** the very act of weighing a pound of tea, and said, impressively: "It's a-going to be a screecher!" A curious den was Berry's grocery, low-raftered, smoke-blackened, crowdx ed with various sorts of merchandise. At one end, a flight of rickety stairs led up to a sail loft. The mingled odors of , dried fish and kerosene gave piquancy to the atmosphere. A stuffed sea bird, fixed on a perch near the counter, kept watch over the sugar and molasses, j The forked tail of a shark was nailed % to the door. In the rusty stove a fire burned?the night was chilly, even for the Maine* coast?and round it a half- i dozen fishermen in flannel shirts and . indescribable 'trousets sat smoking , clay pipes, and talking with unwonted i ^ animation, for, generally speaking, the men of Cape Desolation, whose lives were always at the mercy of wind and wave, were a grave and taciturn lot. Captain Ira, having tied up the pound j in a hrnwn naner baer. rested his maimed leg'against a keg of salt pork, < and leaning both arms on a pile of i dried fish, listened to the gossip going on around the stove. < "By the great horn spoon," said Hi- i ram Duff, a graybeard fisherman, who j had tilted back his chair at a perilous angle, and was hacking away at a plug 1 of tobacco, just purchased from Ira j 4 Berry, "there never was but one family < on Cape Desolation that set themselves l up for gentry, and that's the Hlllyer tribe, though the Lord knows they've come to nothing now?Caleb Hillyer j being the last man of 'em all." A cloud of tobacco smoke arose i about the stove, making a partial eclipse of the kerosene lamp, and add^ ir.g another odor to the many already < circulating through the grocery*. i "They were always a proud lot?them j Hillyers," said Captain Ira, from the counter: "proud as hossfiies! Look at | ? the family tomb out there on the road to the cove?that tells the whole story, < I reckon. The graveyard was good < onmiB-h for other caDe folks?sich. I i mean, as the sharks didn't eat?but not i for the Hillyers?they must have a i burying place by theirselves. But the women of the race!" and Ira's leathery j face softened unconsciously?"by the ] _ . Lord, the Hillyer women, one and all, 1 were the handsomest critters I ever ] clapped my eyes upon!" i * . "There war good men among 'em, < too," said Hiram Duff; "for instance, i Captain John Hillyer. as was master of t his own ship at three and twenty. No, better seaman ever sailed from a Maine ( port. That gal Bess, over at the cove, ] Is his only child. \ Her mother was of | Massachusetts stock?came of some i high and mighty Boston family. I've i hearn tell, though, she was poor < enough herself. Well, she died young, and Captain John took the child, and ( carried her away with him on all his fef voyages. Afore she war ten year old she'd been round the world agin and agin. Captain John always called her his sailor gal." A litle stir went round the stove, , as though Hiram Duff had touched a subject of general interest. "Bess Hillyer can sail a ship as well as her' father afore her," cried Ira. "Captain John taught her everything he knew himself. He used to say the only playthings she ever cared for were his maps and charts and compasses, and how she were never at home but in a ship's cabin. She used to study with him on their long voyages, and w share his watches on dangerous nights ai sea; and finally the little critter went and got herself talked about, far and near, by bringing her father's ship into Portland harbor, all the way from the Mauritius?Lord bless us! It's a * story to make a man's blood tingle." "Jest so," assented Duff. "The fever broke out on the ship, and Captain John and his first officer died the same day. The second mate, he went by the board, too, and half the crew were down. Then that spunky little gal, Less, she up ,pnd took command, and brought the ship and a valuable cargo safe into Portland, besides which she * V-./-v oinl/ man un/J tha L'PV? IIU^OCU me o?vrv luviii unu nvpw ?.>>v <k?.j ? (of the medicine chist. and give out doses, like a doctor. The owners of the ship presented her with a thousand dollars. Why. the gal wasn't more'n sixteen year old when the whole thing happened!" "I reckon she's found a tol'able good home with I'nele Caleb." said another fisherman. "I see her often down at the cove, with that other witch. Rose. The two gals keep up the Hillyer record for good looks. If I war a young man," glancing scornfully at the junior members of the company, "I swear I woldn't be a-loafing round this 'ere rusty stove of an evening a-watching Ira Berry measure groceries?no, by gum! I'd put on my store clothes, and slick my hair, and take the straight road to Hillyer's Cove." A laugh arose from the fishermen, g Only one young fellow, who was lounging against the perch of the stuffed bird, not smoking, but chewing straws I'ke a meditative ox. preserved a gloomy gravity. He had a heavy face, a shock of pale-red hair, and a fist like a sledge-hammer. "Much good it would do you!" he sneered: "the Hillyer beauties ain't for common men, I take it." + Old Hiram gave the speaker a kindly wink. "Look here, Dave Grant." he said, "you know a mackerel from a herring, and a dogfish from a cod. but you're no jedge of the female sex. They like ^ spunk, boy. This worshipping o' 'em afar off ain't the effectooal thing! Now that 'ere sailor gal Bess, as brought ? *ir ^ ^ + ir 4? *tf 4* 4* 4* 4s ^ v^"" J W. PIERCE. ^ f8 ^ ^ ^ ^ *?> ?v the ship from Mauritius?what sort of a man is she likely to choose for a husband?" "Blessed if I know?or care!" replied Dave Grant, sullenly. Hiram grinned. " 'Tain't her, then it's t'other?little Rose? Lord above! There's a gal that you've got to be lively about! Her kind don't grow on all the Maine capes. Somebody '11 get ahead o' you. Tinvp onrt whisk her frnm under vour nose, afore you suspect it." Dave's face darkened visibly. In his choleric eye a Jealous devil sparkled. With an intensity of feeling1 that startled the little circle he dashed his heavy fist down on Ira Berry's counter. "The man that tries it better put his affairs to rights first, 'cause he might be pressed for time at a later date." "Pooh!" said old Hiram. "To speak plainly, mates, I'd kill him as quick as a wink," said Dave Grant. "Hands off Rose Hillyer?that's my warning to one and all!" "Well, David, you haven't any oncommon amount of brass, nor nothing!" cried Duff, scornfully. Captain Ira also thought himself called to remonstrate. . "I'm a law-abiding citizAi," he said, 'and I don't like such remarks. You'd better think twice, Dave, afore you make 'em. Killing is a little more than any woman's face was ever worth yet." "I ain't so sure about that," he answered. ."It's been done many a time for girls not half as hands- me as Rose Hillyer?I dare say it's likely to be Jone agin. You may all cram that into your pipes, with the 'baccy, mates, and smoke it!" Dave was the most quarrelsome lellow on the cape. The circle looked visibly relieved as the door of the grocery opened and another fisherman entered. "Halloo, Caleb Hillyer!" said Duff. 'We were jest talking about your family. What's the weather outside, man?" "Blowing great guns," answered the newcomer, "and a heavy sea running." "Any craft in sight?" "A steam yacht's on the harbor?you can see her anchor light shining?and two schooners are coming round the point, under short sail, to make a lee." Some one thrust a fresh supply of fuel into the stove. "I chanced to run astern o' that same yacht this afternoon, when I was nut blueflshing," said Duff, glad to direct the conversation into a new channel, "By gum! as pretty a craft, too, as I ever saw in any waters. There kvar a lot o' larky youngsters aboard, a-fiddling and a-tooting. They hailed me with no end of chaff. 'Ahoy, Cap'n Kidd,' sez they; 'we heered you war hanged at Execution Dock, two hundred years ago!' 'Ahoy yourselves,' sez I; 'my name ain't Kidd, and I've no acquaintance with sich trash. Whar's your skipper?' 'He's eloped with a mermaid,' sez they, 'and the ?ook has taken command. 'Well,' sez [, 'it's plain you've too much whisky In the locker, my hearties.' And I tacked and left 'em. A lot o' young bloods, I reckon, out oh a salt-water spree." There was a sudden sound of voices at the door; it swung back, and following close in Caleb Hillyer's footsteps, three men?strangers?entered h-a Berry's grocery. They were all young and comely to an insolent degree. Their blue flannel! sailor garments added to their picturesque look. All wore a slight swagger, assumed, perhaps, for the occasion. Fine specimens of manhood, but not of the Cape Desolation type. They stared around the old grocery for a moment, and then one, who seemed to be the leader of the trio, advanced to Ira Berry's counter, and flung a bank noto upon it. "Three bottles of champagne?Sillery preferred," he said, with owl-like gravity. Ira stared. "Well, I calkerlate, young man, you'll have to go a few steps farther for that 'ere drink. We don't keep it on Cape Desolation." At the first glance old Hiram had recognized the strangers. He shoved promptly back from the circle of fishermen. "Ahoy, yachtsmen!" said he! " I take II ye never nearn ieii ui me manic Liquor Law!" "Gods of Hellas!" cried the leader of 'he trio, ga.vly; "here's our old friend. Captain Kidd! Maine Liquor Law!" hi scornful astonishment. "What's that? I hope you don't mean to insinuate that salt water is the only fluid to be found in this ridiculous place of mackerel and menhaden?" "I warned ye that ye had too much aboard, out there on the bay this afternoon." said Duff, winking at the handsome, rollicking strangers. "Ye ought to have made your supplies last longer, my larks." The leader of the three said something in a foreign tongue to his companions, whereupon all burst into boy ish laughter. j nen ne turneu anoui, and gravely addressed Ira Berry: "We are Frenchmen, from the Btty of Chaleurs. I am Andre Gautier?see that you remember the name!?and these, my two mates, are Jules and Gustave. Since there's no hope of champagne here, we'll be content with a glass of cognac all round." "You'll find that over the Canadian border." said Ira. "Too far!" laughed he who was called Jules: "and the night is uncommonly nasty. He whipped a silver iiask from his pocket, and presented it to Hiram Duff. "Pass it round," he said, mischievously. "It's the right sort. If Mohammed will not go to the mountain, the mountain must come to Mohammed. Since the state condemns your throats to remain dry, I'll give myself the pleasure of moistening them for you." Hiram took a pull at the flash, winked eloquently, and gave it to his neighbor. From hand to hand it went, and came, at last, to Dave Grant. He, less jovial. than his comrades, pushed it sullenly away. He was regarding the yachters with unmistakable hostility. "Taste It, man," argued Andre; "it will moisten your pharynx agreeably." "Not any!" said Dave, in a gruff voice; "and whoever you be, young cook-o'-the-walk, I tell you plainly, you'd better get out of this." "Hospitable, 'pon my soul!" smiled Andre. "Why, what ails the man?" appealing to Hiram Duff. "Have the dogfish devoured the mackerel school, or has his sweetheart thrown him over? The beauty of the cape girl is known from Dan to Beersheba: Do I ^Ind myself confronting some poor victim of the same?" Old Hiram gave vent to a chuckle. "You've guessed it, stranger! Don't mind Dave?he's out of sorts tonight. Even good liquor like yours won't raise his speerits. Yes, there's a little gal in the case, sure enough"? "Hold your tongue, Duff!" thundered Dave, his face aflame with rage. "And you," turning on the yachtsman with a threatening air, "take yourselves off, and be lively about It, tool" As he spoke he pushed the leader, Andre, rudely backward. Stumbling In an old seine that chanced to be lying on the floor, a heap of corks and twine, the young fellow lost his balance, and fell headlong. Instantly he was on his feet again, but with a face that boded ill to the native. By- one welldirected blow he laid Dave Grant sprawling on the floor. The men of the cape were a clannish lot. Instantly the tide of feeling turned in favor of the vanquished. Up started the fishermen from around the rusty stove. An angry buzz arose, mingled with oaths. The strangers were outnumbered three to one. Jules and Gustave, a good deal startled by this sudden turn of affairs, made a rush for the door. " 'There's tempest in yon horned moon, And lightning in yon cloud!' " Jules stopped to quote, mockingly. "Come on, Andre?discretion is the better part of valor." v But a stalwart fisherman had stepped betwixt the leader and his two mates. "You've got to stay and give an account of yourself, youngster!" he said, sternly. "You're no more a Frenchman than I am, and I'll bet my head you never sot eyes on the Bay of Chaleurs." Andre glanced around the grocery. At its far end, near the stair leading to the sail loft, a window glimmered. * >" fK/mo-h# a hi'/vbo thmntrh tha yuu n an iiiuugm uc w? vnu v?> wMQ.. %..w little ling of fishermen. "Give an account of myself, and to you!" he said, with cold contempt. "You've mistaken your man, my friends." And before they could comprehend his purpose he had shivered the rotten sash at a blow, and leaped, light as a cat, into the night beyond. CHAPTER II. A Meeting. He found himself standing in a narrow, sandy road. The wind had shifted, and over his head a full moon was striving to break from masses of black, torn clouds. Its fitful light showed him the nest of fishermen's cottages which went by the name of a village, with a background of undulating waste ?sheep pastures and tracks of dwarf pitch pine. He had escaped from the rear of the grocery, and he saw that lie had only to go around a corner of that antiquated structure to find the sea, the boat, the wharf, and, doubtless, his own comrades waiting for him there. What perverse impulse led him to reject at once this simple and natural course? He heard the voices of the fishermen behind him, and discerned a bulky form trying to struggle through the broken window. Like a deer, Andre dashed off down the unfamiliar road. Ankle deep in coarse sand, it stretched straight across the cape, parallel with the shore, and at no great distance from it. He was a stranger to the geography of the place; but in his present adventurous mood that fact mattered little. He did not know whither he was going, and it is quite certain that he did not care. "I would like to lead those louts of fishermen a night's race over their own dunes," he thought. Presently he relaxed his speed?stopped?listened. Where was the enemy? No living thing could he see no sound hear, save the lash, lash of surf against the shore. On a distant headland a beacon burned redly. Andre was a.lone on this lonely cape, and unfollowed, save by the rmsl r? i CtV? t W \ T"l fl TT P II1WI/1I1I&II L aiiu u?\, 4*.0..v T. ...v.. looked around. By the side of the narrow road he saw a small tumulous?not sand, but an artificial mound, with a perpendicular side, in which an opening yawned. It was a tomb?one of those family burying places, common enough in old New England towns. The young Philistine approached it curiously. On a stone above the entrance a skull and crossbones were cut, and a name, which he deciphered by aid of the moonlight?"Hillyer." A still nearer view revealed the iron door off its hinges, and lying on the ground?also workmen's tools scattered about. Evidently repairs were going on in the place. Andre was in the very act of turning away, to retrace his steps back to the village, when his quick ear detected a sudden rusne, a curious tlutter, inside that grewsome door. It was a sound of life issuing from tlie abode of death. "Now, what can be stirring here at this hour?" thought the young fellow. And he wheeled about and stepped into the Hillyer toinb. A dreary* spot, full of mold and wet? heavy with odors of decay. From the roof a stone had fallen, and through tiiis aperture tlie moonlight streamed, revealing rows of dilapidated coffins, set against the unclean wall. Again he heard the mysterious rustle, then a panting breath; he recoiled involuntarily. Great find! what was the strange thing moving toward him from a slimy corner?front the ghastly rows of crumbling dead? A white, gliding object, slender as a reed! With a pretty frightened air it came forward into the moonlight, and faced Andre Gautier. "A ghost!" he cried, standing his ground with brazen boldness. "No, no!" laughed a soft voice, "nothing half so unsubstantial." And lo! there he stood, confronting a girl?young,, lovely, dressed In some pale summery stuff. mhI carrying her hat in her hand. Two big, startled eyes looked out upon him from a won derfully fair little face, and a rich mass of copper-gold hair crowned her uncovered head, and clung in babyish rings about her milk-white throat and temples. "When you are quite done staring at me," she said, "perhaps you will explain your business in this place. Of course, I can guess it already; only a body snatcher would come prowling into a tomb at such an hour." He doffed his hat and made her a drawing-room bow. "Were I a body snatcher," he answered, audaciously," I should seek to atmroririate the liviner here, and not! the dead. You see, I chanced to be passing along the road Just now, and this open sepulchre?rather uncommon to find it open!?attracted my attentlcn. I heard some movement inside. Great Jove! as you emerged from behind those rickety coffins you might have knocked me down with a feather." "You must know," she said, with charming dignity, "that-these dead folks are my ancestors. This la the tomb of my family. I am a Hlllyer. Perhaps you saw the name on the stone outside?" "I did!" he replied, gravely. "You make me feel like a vandal. Doubtless you were keeping vigil by kindred dust when I intruded upon you?weeping over the remains of your forefathers?" She broke into a merry laugh., 'j. "No, indeed! They are immensely old?quite in pieces, one might Bay. We have had no burial at the Amb since I can remember. To tell j the truth, I was watching for my coti9in Bess, and she Is very much alive, i We had been walking together on the road from Hlllyer's Cove, and?you will think me very childish and silly"? "No! no!" "Well, I ran away, and hid here to scare Bess. She is a heroiner-her courage is wonderful. I wanted to try it a little." "And you frightened me instead.? "Yes." she said, sweetly. "I hopd you do not mind?" "Far from it! I can never be grateful enough for the accident which has led me into your presence." A cloud must have crossed the moon at that instant, for a sudden darkness fell in the tomb. Rose Hillyer ran toward the door. Andre hurried ^fter, fearful that she might vanish from his sight. "Stay one moment, Miss H-lllyer," he entreated. "Don't leave me like this." She paused in the entrance, with Just a suspicion of hauteur in her air. "You have forgotten to mention your own name, sir!" He colored. "Pardon! I am a?Andre Gautier? a vagabond, engaged in cruising along the Maine coast for pleasure, and? and"? "Fish?" she suggested. "That's it!" he cried, gratefully. "Squid?menhaden ?whales ?anything that swims in the vasty deep. I say, Miss Hillyer," with boyish vivacity, "this meeting betwixt you and me 1s a little queer, is it not?" "Ill-omened, I call it." "Not at all. Perish the thought! It's the nicest thing I ever heard of! I plunge into a hole, full of dust and dry bones, and find an angel. Of course, I am instantly reminded of some jewel discovered in Pharaoh's cerement. Fate, I am sure, means that we two shall be something to each other, or she would never have thrown us together in such a fashion." By this time the pair were outside the vault, and the moon was pouring upon them a fresh flood of light. In its silver radiance they stood, and gazed into each other's eyes; youth fascinated with youth, beauty with beauty. Andre had forgotten the fracas at Berry's grocery, his flight from thence, and the mates waiting somewhere for him at that very moment. "Look at me well, Miss Hillyer," he said. "I want to impress myself upon your mind. I want to be friends with you from this hour. Don't wake tomorrow, and forget that we ever met." With an audacious smile, a bold, bright glance, he challenged her attention. Andre was a handsome fellow, and capable of making his vay with any woman. "I will not forget," said Rose Hillyer, softly. "Your hand upon it!" She put out a dainty little hand, dimpled like a child's. He seized and carried it to his lips. "I seal the compact so!" he said. "Ah, Miss Hillyer, doubtless half the men on Cape Desolation are your lovers?" She made a little move. "You must not say foolish things to me; I know very few men on the (.ape." "I breathe more freely! Perhaps you are?may I ask it??heart-whole?" She tried to look severe. . "I think you ask strange questions, Mr. Gautler." "Call me Andre." "I have known you about a halfhour." "A half-hour, or a half-year?what does it matter? As I look at you in this maddening moonlight something tells me that I was born to be vour slave." The sound of fleet steps advancing along the road interrupted the conversation. A voice, sweet and strong as a bugle, called: "Rose! Rose, where are you. Rose?" Andre's companion gave a guilty start. "Oh. it is Bess!" she said, "and she will be very angry to find me here with a stranger!" "My dear child, all your defunct o-rnn/lfatVioru ovfl liv to nlflV nrOOrletV: how, then, can this cousin feel offended? Is she dangerous? Shall I stand my ground, or fly for dear life?" "Stand your ground!" answered Rose, laughing. A feminine figure emerged from the shadows of the road. Rose ran to me?t it. "Bess, I am here!" she cried. "Iam quite safe!" Then the little enchantress turned back to Andre, and, with a smile and a blush, said: "Mr. Cautier, this is my cousin Bess ?known on Cape Desolation as the sailor girl." To he Continued. tfT China is pressing reforms. An imperial edict orders the Board of Revenue to introduce within six months a uniform system of weights and measures throughout the empire. SHiscfUancous grading. WITH PERRY IN JAPAN. Rear Admiral E. D. Robie Gives Some Reminiscences. Chief Engineer Edward Dunham Robie, U. S. N., ranking as a rear admiral on the retired list," and who celebrated his golden wedding anniversary on Wednesday of last week, is an Interesting figure in one of the most memorable naval expeditions that ever set out from this country. He is one of the five surviving officers of the 200 who accompanied Commodore M. C. Perry in the famous expedition which opened up Japan to the civilized world in 18521854, and thus did more toward the rapid advancement of that progressive nation to the first rank of powers, and ppmpnf itu npnnlp In friendshiD to the people of the United State^ of America than all the rest of the world combined. Admiral Robie was born in Burlington, Vt., September 11, 1831, and is a son of Jacob Carter and Louisa Dunham Robie. He was educated at the Binghamton academy, Binghamton, N. Y., where he won the scholarship prize, and was subsequently warranted an assistant engineer in the United States navy. He was one of the naval engineering class of nineteen, in 1852, which, after competitive examination, was evolved from 100 contestants. He won [his way to the head of that class and became Its ranking officer. At the early age of 30 he was commissioned by President Lincoln, chief engineer in the United States navy, his commission being one of the very few which President Lincoln signed with his full name, Abraham Lincoln, instead of with the familiar signature, "A. Lincoln." After an eventful life, rich in accomplishment and full of exciting incidents, he was retired for age on September 11, 1893, with the rank of commodore, being the only one of his class to attain that rank; and in 1906, by act of congress, his rank was raised to that of rear admiral for his creditable record in the civil war. Admiral Robie, however, prefers to find the great pleasure of his later days in the recollections of that memorable expedition to Japan. "The expedition," he explains, "under Commodore Perry sailed in 1852, on its never-to-be-forgotten trip around the word, and returned to New York ;city in April, 1855, after having successfully circumnavigated the globe, being the first instance in the history of the American navy for a steam frigate to accomplish that feat. "I was attached to the flagship Mississippi," he said, "one of the three steam frigates in the fleet, the two others being the Susquehanna and the Powhatan. They were old-fashioned side-wheel steamers with wooden hulls and boilers built of copper plate a quarter of an inch thick to sustain a steam pressure of eight pounds to the square inch and maintain a speed, the vtyinderful speed, .of eight knots an ^houir. There were with the fleet several sloops of war, the Plymouth, the Saratoga and others, numbering in all nrteen vessels. "We sailed from Hampton Roa^Js In November. 1852, via Cape Town, touching en route at Madeira the Azores und St. Helena. Leaving Cape Town we touched at Mauritius, In the Indian ocean, and then Point de Galle, Ceylon, and after 2,000 miles or more of voyage reached Singapore. Hongkong, China, came next in our Itinerary and then Japan. "The first point we touched in Japan was Shul, capital of Lew Chew, on June 6, 1853. The country was a revelation to us, and when we went ashore almost every one was sketching what he saw, even the common sailors doing it as best they could. "At Shul we found a walled city and Commodore Perry signified to the Japanese officials, through Interpreters, [ that he wished to visit It. They were appalled, and told him that under no circumstances would that be permitted. The commodore, however, whom we affectionately dubbed the 'Ursa Major,' in his quiet, forceful way, informed them that on the following day he would land and visit the city, and would expect its gates to be opened to him. The Japanese were courteous and polite, but we were evidently not to their liking. They would, I think, have crushed us had they dared, but were wise enough to recognize our superior strength, and so, when on the morrow the commodore, accompanied with about 1,000 sailors and marines, to whom fifty rounds of ammunition had been furnished for guns, and our dozen howitzers appeared at the gates of the walled city, he found them open and we entered and marched all around the city, in which no white man had ever set foot before. "From Shul we went to the bay of Yeddo and Yokohama. The waters of the bay had never been charted, and we did not know how far or to what ex tent they were navigaDie. we nau iu chart them, and the work was begun at once. Imagine the surprise of the natives. We were told that no steamship had ever been seen In those waters before. "The Japanese came down to meet us in force, in hundreds of boats laden with men armed with swords and spears, bows and arrows, escorted by their best battleship, an old one-sail o,r.ir T.,et think nf it. and this only fifty-five years ago! Well, as our cutters moved ahead In their work of sounding and charting the waters, the Japs would steer their boats in front of ours and endeavor to obstruct our way. A show of muskets by our men and a determined attitude, however, soon induced them to get out of the way, and in this way the bay of Yeddo was sounded and charted by us. "I wish to say," he added, "that the Japanese were never really offensive. They were always polite, but they want to be let alone. "Commodore Perry took with him on' this expedition two men, enlisted by him, William Heine and E. Brown, artists, to take sketches, pictures, etc., of what was worthy of being perpetuated in that way." Admiral Roble has hanging on the walls of his home four fine colored 11thngranhs prepared by these artists, which he says are remarkably true to life, some of the figures in them having first been taken by the daguerreotype process. They portray the arrival of the fleet in Japanese waters, the landing at Shui. the evolutions of the sailors and marines before the Imperial Japanese commissioner at Simoda, and a fine view of the temple grounds, showing the Japanese temple, th6 priests' quarters and a belfry, truly Japanese in its qjialntness, with tiled roof, in which was suspended a great i bell, eight feet long and two feet wide, i which was rung by striking it with a < suspended beam, drawn back and forth by a rope. "Its beautiful tone," i said the admiral, "could be heard two i miles away." "Commodore Perry," continued Admiral Robie, "wished to Impress the i people of Japan in a way that would 1 carry with it an irresistible force of < conviction, and among other things he s conceived the idea of showing them | their own photographs, taken by the I daguerreotype process. Our artist, I hcwever, had either forgotten some of his art, or was not entirely familiar 1 with the daguerreotype process, and his work was a failure. I knew some- i thing of the daguerreotype business i myself and volunteered to the commo- < dore to try to take a picture. He con- i 8ented, and In a short while my ma- \ terials were prepared and I got a good picture of him. "It was the first sun picture ever tajcen In Japan, and the success of my efforts greatly pleased him. "I also erected the first electric telegraph line that was put up In Japan. It was 1,200 feet long. One end was attached at the temple and the other at a hut In the woods, the wire being supported along the route by trees. Do you know that within twenty-four hours after we had put up that telegraph line the Japs had learned enough about It to send a message over It themselves. "The Japanese struck me then, as they do now, as a most remarkable and Intelligent people. "I also assisted'in building the first steam railroad there. It covered the circumference of a circle 500 feet In diameter with a fourteen-lnch-gauge track, the equipment being about a quarter of the full size. I was the engineer and ran the train, and It was amusing to see the Japs sit on top of the one little car of the train and ride around the circuit. They surprised me again, for In a very short while they had even mastered the details of operating the road and running the engine. The track and equipment had been carried out by Commodore Perry as one of the things to Impress the people. "It was, of course, the desire and Intention of Commodore Perry to effect a treaty with the Japanese government; hut that was a difficult thing to accomplish. We had evidently Impressed them, but they were slow to sign a treaty. They promised,- however, to give It consideration. "In the meanwhile we were obliged to leave the Japanese shores and go to Shanghai to protect American interests. At that time (1853) the great Tai Ping rebellion against the Chinese government was In full swing. It was an immense insurrection, and more | lives were lost in it than in our civil , war. "We returned to Japan, however, in , February, when we found the Japanese ] commissioners ready to make the de- ( sired treaty. Two of the lithograph , pictures on the wall represent our land- . ing and experience then. , "It was a wonderful accomplishment ( to tfin over these people, and my recol- , lection of them and my experiences j among them will always be among the , Heasant ones of my life. "We had with us on that expedition , fifteen vessels in all. There were near- , lv 200 officers in the fleet, but only five ( of them now survive. They are William Speiden, who was purser's clerk; ( Chief Engineer Fithian, then of the , Susquehanna: Rear Admirals J. H. , Upshur and O. F. Stanton and myself." ^ ?Washington Star. ! THE AGE OF CHIVALRY. . i Really It Is Now Rather That Yester- | day. When we speak of the age of chlv- ' airy we are apt to imagine the existence at an earlier period of a finer 1 sense of honor, of loftier ideals, of 1 sublimer courage, and of more devoted unselfishness than are found in the 1 practical workaday world of today. As a matter of fact, "very gentil parfit knights," such as Chaucer de- 1 scribes, who rode about with a squire, rescuing distressed damsels and re- 1 dressing wrongs generally, were very few. The age was comparatively a ' harsh and cruel one. Oppression and violence prevailed, and human rights and justice were little regarded. Poverty was more general, and the con- 1 dltlon of the poor more abject than ' (anything we know, and the richest enjoyed little of Ihe comfort which is 1 today wellnlgh universal. People were supposed to bear the ills to which they were born, and all the ef- 1 forts of a dozen knights in mail and ( plumed helmets did not go as far toward alleviating misery in a month as the ministrations of a single visiting ' nurse now. We live in an age of chivalry vastly expanded. Where there ' was one worker for others in the ! knights' days, there are a hundred 1 now, and chivalry permeates the spirit of all the good causes which ' * , f en list so many wining nanus. Between the tenth and fourteenth 1 centuries it was but in the bud; now 1 it is In flower, and later on the full harvest of fruitage will come. There never was a time when there was such universal war against oppression of the weak and helpless, when every form of cruelty was so indignantly frowned upon, when womanhood and childhood were more sturdily championed and protected, when the poor and sick were so tenderly regarded and cared for or when the ! lower animals were made the object of such solicitude and shelter from harm and suffering. There never was a time when, at peace as we are with all the world, there were more con- J stant exhibitions of quiet, modest courage and splendid heroism thar aie constantly occurring in the records of our daily lives. In all sorts of accidents?by fire and Hood, by the forces of nature, by travel and by the operation of great industries?there is always some one ready, generally some unknown, unheralded person, to risk his life in order to save others. If that isn't chivalry, there never was such a thing. We do not yet by any means possess all the virtues, but courage and unselfish devotion in times of stress are very good to build on.?Washington Post. WANTS RACE INTERMARRIAGE. Young Brooklyn Whit# Woman Among Indorser* of Radical Theory. The startling solution of the race question?intermarriage, regardless of color?exploited at the banquet of the Cosmopolitan society of Greater New) York, in Peck's restaurant, on Fulton street, a few weeks ago, has become a subject* of comment throughout the United States. That such a revolutionary idea should be launched In an assemblege ivhere white girls and women, many 3f them of social prominence, were squeezed between ebony-skinned negroes in a little dining hall, was not the least amazing feature of the entertainment. Among the white men present who ivaxed enthusiastic over the ideal state of intermarriage between white ind blacks as the true solution of the race question were Oswald G. Villard, editor of the New York Evening Post,* i son of Henry G. Villard and a grandson of William Lloyd Garrison; William H. Ferris, a negro graduate af Harvard; Edward C. Walker, president of the Sunrise Club; Dr. John A. Morgan, a West Indian, and Hflmlltnn Holt editor of the IndeDen lent. Mr. Holt was responsible for launching the blending caste propaganda. The seating arrangements at the banquet were In harmony with the thought color scheme that burst forth In the impassioned speeches of Mr. Holt, Mr. Villard and Miss Mary White Ovlngton, a Brooklyn society girl, whose father Is proprietor of the 3t. George Hotel in that borough. Miss Ovlngton was the only white woman at the speaker's table. The Rev. Madison C. Peters was invited to speak, but when he arrived n the dining hall he suddenly remembered a more urgent call to deliver an address at another prandial .'unction, where the seating arrangement was less unusual. At one table, about which were grouped a dozen white girls, clad in shimmering gowns, some of them demllette, sat Capt. A. H. Thompson, a legro, who commanded a negro regiment In the Spanish-American war, jccupying a post of honor between :wo white girls from Greenpolnt? Miss Isabelle Eaton and Miss Marion Doollttle. At the same table sat Mrs. J. W. lates and her sixteen-year-old daughter, Bessie, the young girl radiant in i blue creation of filmy material and dlghtly decollette. It was announced by one of the officers of the Cosmopolitan Society that the Gateses were prominent socially in Seattle, ind that the young girl was in the east to study art. Dr. John A. Morgan, the West Indian, whose skin was blacker than that of any other person present, sat beside Mrs. A. Stirling. At another table, Mrs. L. Dandls, who Is well known In Brooklyn society, was conspicuous among a group of ten negroes, men and women. Her husband sat at the same table. Miss Marie Perrln, who would not give her address, was one of the young white women at the table with Capt. Thompson, the dashing young Infantryman. She sat close to Miss Martha Thompson, a negro girl, distantly related to Capt. Thompson. Dr. O. | Vf. Waller, a negro, who is secretary >f the Cosmopolitan society presided.) But the attention of the diners was not all focused on the white Tien and women. The manager of the banquet called attention to Mrs. Anna Allen, a "wealthy colored lady, af Brooklyn, who owns many houses, not tenements either." Mrs. Allen wore a "Merry Widow" hat, with plumes and brilliant diamond ear pendants. The purpose of the Cosmopolitan society Is to solve the equality of race problem. Editor Holt was vociferously applauded for saying: "Conditions are going to get worse In the south before they get better. When the colored people get educated, the whites in the south will have to recognize them as their equals. What must the remedy be? Intermarriage If continued long enough, would solve the race problem. To let things remain as they are Is unsatisfactory. Deportation is Impossible. Then it must be amalgamation and education." After the furore of applause that greeted Mr. Holt had died down the names of Roosevelt, Taft and Bryan were mentioned amid groans. SocialIsm was acclaimed. When Miss Ovington was called upon to speak she said: "Move your chairs nearer together and get up closer." The suggestion was eagerly obeyed by the negro partners of the white girls. When the noise of rustling ihairs had subsided Miss Ovlngton went on: "I am very glad that I have been asked to welcome you In behalf of the Cosmopolitan club. We hope to have many such clubs soon. Caste spirit is not simply a race question. I am in this work because It is human. The danger of this caste spirit is not a racial matter, but relates to we men and women of this republic. I like to think that we are going to eat with and stand up for our colored brothers and sisters wherever and whenever we meet them, or wherever we can. "I believe It would be a terrible state of affairs when the negro gives up any of his rights as a hian. He nU, nl/1 "oifor ho uatiufiA/1 liriHI h equality is recognized." Mr. Vlllard followed Miss Ovlngton ivith: "The spirit of caste is the most dangerous thing that can threaten the land, particularly a democratic form of government. We stand in this country for equality?equality of rights, liberties and to do as we see fit. It is a question of whether one believes in Christ or not." Other speakers, among them negroes, spoke in the same vein.?New York World. The Power of Strong Drink. It is a warrior whom no victory can satisfy, no ruin satiate. It pauses at no Rubicon to consider, pitches no tents at night, goes Into no quarters for winter. It conquers amid the burning plains of the south where the phalanx of Alexander halted in mutiny. It conquers amid the snowdrifts of the north where the grand army of Napoleon found its winding sheet. Its monuments are in every burial ground. Its badges of triumph are the weeds which mourners wear. Its song of victory is the wall that was heard in Ramah?"Rachel crying for her children- and weeping because they are not." "The sword is mighty, and Its bloody traces reach across time, from Nineveh to Gravelotu-, from Marathon to Gettysburg. Yet mightier la Its brother, the wine cup. I say "brother," and history' says "brother." Castor and Pollux never lought In more fraternal harmony. David and Jonathan never Joined in more generous rivalry. Hand in hand, and upon every scene of carnage, like vulture and shadow, they have met and feasted. Yea; a pair of giants, but the greater is the wine cup. The sword has a scabbard, and is sheathed; has a conscience, and becomes glutted with havoc; has pity, and gives quarter to the vanquished. The wine cup has no scabbard and no conscience; its appetite is a cancer which grows as you feed it; to pity, it is deaf; to suffering, It is bllitd. The sword is the lieutenant of death, but the wine cup his captain; and if ever they come home to him from the wars bringing their trophies, boasting of their achievements, I can Imagine that death, their master, will meet them with garlands and song, as tne maiaens 01 juaea met saui ana David. Eut as he numbers the victories of each, his paeon will be "The sword is my Saul, who has slain his thousands; but the wine cup is my David, who has slain his tens of thousands."?Jefferson Magazine. GUESSING CHARACTER. How People of Various Professions Have Done It. There can be little doubt that close observation of people, and ability to read their character and their thoughts, Is of immense value In trade and commerce, especially for a shop assistant or salesman in persuading people to buy goods, or in detecting would-be swindlers. It is said that you can tell a man's character from the way he wears his hat. If It Is slightly on one side, the wearer is good natured; If It Is worn very much on the side, he is a swaggerer; If on the back of his head, he is bad at paying his debts; while If worn straight on the top, he is probably honest, but very dull. The way a man or woman walks is often a very good guide to character. Witness the fussy, swaggering little man, paddling along with short steps, with much arm action; the nervous man's hurried, Jerky stride; the slow slouch of the loafer; the smooth-going and silent step of the scout, and so on. "I was once accused," says Lieut. Gen. Baden-Powell, from whose work on "Scouting tor Boys" this information Is taken, "of mistrusting men with waxed mustaches. Well, so, to a certain extent, I am. It often means vanity and sometimes drink. Certainly, the 'quiff or lock of #halr which some lads wear on their foreheads is a sure sign of silliness." Apart from being of extreme Interest anH vol no tn hnvs the advice which the redoubtable "B.-P." gives on the art of judging character by keeping your eyes open should be of much service to grown-ups. You can generally tell from a person's boots whether he Is rich or poor. "I once was able," says the famous soldier, "to be of service to a lady who was In poor circumstances, as I had guessed It from noticing, while walking behind her, that, though she was well dressed, the soles' of her shoes were In the last stage of disrepair. I don't suppose she ever knew how I guessed that she was In a bad way. "But It Is surprising how much of the sole of the boot you can see when behind a person walking?and it Is equally surprising how much meaning you can read from that boot. It Is said that to wear out soles and heels equally Is to give evidence of business capacity and honesty; to wear your heels down on the outside means that you are a man of Imagination and love of adventure; but heels worndown on the Inside signify weakness and Indecision of character, and this last sign Is more infallible in the case of man than (n that of woman. "It Is an amusing practice when you are In a railway carriage or omnibus with other people to look only at their feet and guess without looking any higher what sort of people they are, old or young, well-to-do or poor, fat or thin, and so on, and then look up and see how near you* have been to the truth. "Mr. Nat Goodwin, the American actor, once describe 1 to me how he went to see a balloon ascent at a time when he happened to be suffering from a stiff neck. He was only able to look down Instead of up?and he qould see only the feet of the people around him In the crowd, so he chose among the feet those tnat he felt sure belonged to an affable, klndhearted man who would describe to him what the balloon was doing. "I was speaking with a detective not long ago about a gentleman we had both been talking to, and we were trying to make out his character. I remarked, 'Well, at any rate, he Is a fisherman, but my conpanion could not see why; but then he was not a fisherman himself. I had noticed a lot of little tufts of cloth sticking upon the It ft cuff of his cdat. a arru->h innnv flshnrmcn when thev take their flies off the line, stick them into their cap to dry: others stick them into their sleeve. When dry they pull them out. which often tears a thread or two of the cloth."?Tit-Bis. Curbing the suffragette.?"It's all right, Mary." he said patiently. "Go In for politics and stand for the London county council if you want to. But remember one thing?the cartoonists will be after you as soon as you're a candidate." "J don't care." "And they'll put your picture In the paper with your hair out of curl and your hat on crooked." "Do you think they would do that?" apprehensively. "Of course. And they'll make your Paris gowns look like calico and say that your sealskin cloak Is Imitation." "William," she said, "I think I'll just stay here and make the home happy."?London Tatler. tft'It is better to have loved and lost? than to have won and married a Tartar.