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' We found aheéd mad glahokizme ,coaxing to. git “Dg’t photice them,;esays Hana , ' ‘ _' ' e; ens" 7 8.1.‘leyano .,a .runmngazmun 0n .0..' . m.;. theicomcafter smelt“ ere‘may a seoon A YARNWOR TH READING. « ’ . slat and go of another way; but beach, and that ’twould take usa spontan’. .he. .wae the. .We“ Labelin in the crow _” Pretty ,eoon, however, they got mainly she -kept right on toward week to get-her afloat and water- mover I see; Inked himwhat _ {By J. C. Lincoln.) This is the story as told by Capt 17.11.“. "Love, ‘ says he 18 a queer disease, anyway.” “Am’t 1t, new? ‘Twould take you and me to figgel‘ out what in thunders to like in the critter., It he a dreadful responsible thinfz to be so fascinating. I never felt that responsibleness but oneeâ€"â€"except when I got mar- ried, of courseâ€"and that was a. good many years ago, when I was going to sea on long voyages, and :VaS cruising around the East In- dies. in the latitude of our new troubles, the Philippines. "I put. in about three months on gil'lS .s‘t‘t’ must 3‘3 one of them little coral lslands off a“; that may once. Hottest corner in "5‘ the Lord's creation, I cal’late, and fro. the laziest and sleepiest hole ever I struck. All a feller feels like doing in them islands is just to ~ >2. V ’O( a com- g" by on his back under a palm tree Pheads 16" all day and eat custard-apples and ion to 5‘ - sueh truck. i 'O .I, "\\ uy I come to be there was [A like this. I was fo’mast hand on e A, a Boston hooker bound to Singa- pore after rice. The skipper’s name was Perkins, Malachi C. Perkins, and he was the meanest man that ever wore a sou’-wester. I've had the pleasure of telling him so senceâ€"’twas in Surinam 'lung in 72. “Yell, anyhow, Per- kins fed us on spiled salt junk and nor-my hard-tack al lthe way out, and if a feller dast to hint that The same warn’t precisely what you‘d call Parker House fare, whv the skipper would knock him iloivn with a marline-spike and the first mate would kink him up and down the deck. It wan’t a pretty performance ‘ to look at, but it heat the world for taking the craving for fancy cooking out ‘ _ ,f )3, o (d). ( )3.” '\ O u ()1. ( ) O };.()),<y(‘)_\,y)n(j ()‘u ()5 when“) .0. 050 ‘I a man . "Well. when I got-to Singapore I was nothing but skin and bone, and considerable of the skin had been knocked off by the marline- spike and the mate’s boots. I’ll shipped for the v’yage out and !-;i('l{, but the first night in port I slipped over the side, swum :xxhore, and never set eyes on old .l’er-kins again till that time in \l Sm-inam, years afterward. "I knocked round them Singa- nox-e docks for much as a month, hoping to get a berth on some other ship, but ’twan’t no go. I fell in with a Britisher named Hurnzmmd, ’Ammond, he called it. and as he was on the same hunt that I was, we kept each other eomp’ny. We done odd We X'HW ’n’ again. and slept in mifl-s‘ lodging houses when we lml the price. and under bridges or or: hemp bales when we hadn’t. l \‘.';1\ mo proud to write home for nimnr-fv. and Hammond didn't have no home to write to, I Pillilzlif‘, “l’rzt luck ’ll turn if you give it tine enough. One night Hamâ€" mond r-ume hurrying round to my -h-eping-roomâ€"â€"that is to say. my hemp baleâ€"and gives me a shake. and says he: "Turn out you mud ’ead, I’ve Qfii you a berth.” I “-\ g0 wewst!” says I, and But he pulled me ofi the bale by the leg. and that woke me up so I sensed what he was saying- Seems he's found a feller that wanted toshipa couple 0’ fo’mast haml< on a little trading schooner for :i it 17;) over to the Java Sea. “Well to make a long story Short, w: shipped With thisfeller, whose name was Lazarus. I ml‘lute it the Lazarus in Scriptur’ had been up to as many tricks and come as nigh being a thief as our Lazarus was, he wouldn’t have been so poor, Ourn was 8 Shrewd rascal and nothing more didn’t tell us that till after we SOt Sail, but we was so desperate I d01ft know as ’twould have made ml‘lch difference if he had. ‘We cruised round for 8 its five of us on the schooner! tehman named Rhinelandfirs lurnml over to go to sleep again. ‘ 01‘ less than a pearl P03°her‘ He J . slab shanty on, shore; and went to work pearl fishing, keeping. one eye. out for Dutch gunboats, and always have a sage palm. ready to split open so, if we got caught, we could say we was after sago. “Well, we done fairly. good it the pearl. fishing; got together quite: a. likely mess of pearls, and, as ’ was part of the. agreeme that the crew had a certain shelf: 1n the stake, why, Hammond and me; was figgering that we was gomg to make enough to. more’n pay us for our long spell of starv- ing.at Singapore. Lazarus was feeling purty middling chipper, the cook was feeding us high, and everything looked lovely. “Rhinelander and, the Coolie and the ‘ skipper usedto' sleep aboard the boat, but Hammond and me liked to sleep ashore in the shanty. For one thing, the bunks on the schooner wa’n’t none too clean, and the Coolie snored so that he’d shake the whole cab- 1n, and start me dreaming about cyclones, and cannons firing, and lions roaring, and all kind of fool- ishness. I always did hate a snor- er. “One morning meand Ham- mond come out of the shanty, and, lo and behold you! theer wa’n’t no schooner to be seen. That everlasting Lazarus had put up a Job on us, and had sneaked off in the night with the cook and the Dutchman, and took our share of the pearls with him. I s’pose he’d 'cal’lated to do it from the very first. Anyway, there we was, marooned on that two-for-a-cent island. “The first day we didn’t do much but cuss Lazarus up and down dale. Hammond was the best at that kin dof business ever I see. He invented more’n four hunder new kind of names for the gang on the schooner, and every one of ’em was brimstone blue. We had fish lines in the , shanty, and there was plenty of water on the island, so we .knewwe would not starve to death nor die of thirst anyhow. ‘ . “I’ve mentioned that ’twos hot in them parts ? Well, that is- land was the hottest of ’em all. Whew! Dont talk! And more’n that, the weather was the kind that males you feel it was a bar- rel of work to live. First day we fished and slep. Next day we fished less and slep more. Third day ’twos too everlasting hot even to sleep, so we set round in the shade and fought flies and jawed each other. Main trouble was who was goin’ to git the meals. Land how we did miss that Coolie cook! “ ’W’y don’t yer ger to work and cook something fit tor-eat ?” says Hammond. “Ere I. broke my bloomin’ back ‘auling in the fish, and you doin’ ’angling around and letting ’em dry hup in . . . and cook. .Blimed if I ain’t Sick of these ’ere custard apples!” “Go and cook yourself,” says I. I didn’t sign articles to cook for no Johnny Bull!” have it out, but fight, so‘we set down . ally we eat some supper, ouster apples and water, and turned m. “But ’twas too hot to sleep much, and I got up about three o’clock in'the morning and went. out and set down on the beachin " Prettysoon ,out comes ~ Hammdnd and. sets. ;.down Coolie cook and Law! and I wt 1 _ 1h“mm-d and me. Wipes up - ’ the island. "‘What’s the matter there 2”” says Hammond. “Is hall ’ands drunk ?” “She’s abandoned,” says I. “That’s what’s. the, matter. .There ain’t nobody aboard her.” “Then we both says, ‘Salvage!’ and shook hands. - “The. schooner came nearer and nearer. It begun to look as if she’d smash aaginst the rocks in front of us, but she didn’t. When she got, opposite the mouth of the lagoon she heeled over on a new tack and sailed in between the rocks as pretty as anything ever you see. Then she run aground on the beach just about a quarter of a mile from the shanty. “ ’Twas early morning when we climbed aboard of her. I thought Lazarus’ schooner was dirty, but this one was nothing but dirt. Dirty sails, all patch- es, dirty deck, dirty everything. “Won’t get much salvage on this bally tub,’ says Hammond; ‘she’s one of them nigger fish boats, that’s w’at she is.’ “I was kind of skittish about going below, ’fraid there might be some dead folks, but Ham- mond went in. In a minute or so up he comes, looking scary. “ .‘There’s something mighty queer down there,’ says he; ’kind of w’eezing like a puffing pig.’ “ ‘Wheezing your grandmoth- er !’ says I, but I went and listen- ed at the hatch. ’Twas a. funny noise I heard, but I knew what it was in a minute; I’d heard too much of it lately to forget it right away. “ ‘It‘s snoring,’ says I; ‘some- body snoring.’ “ "Eavens !” ‘you don’t s’pose it’s that Coolie come back ?’ no !’ aboard says Hammond, suprrauefr, and mighty poor sup- praner at that.’ “ ‘Weli,’ says he, ’ere goes to wake ’im hup!’ And he com- menced to. holler, "Ahoyl’ and ‘Belay there!’ down the hatch. “First thing we. heard was a kind of thump like somebi ly jumping outer. bed. Then foot- steps, running like then up the hatchway comes a sight I .shan’t forget if I live to be, a hundred “ Twas a woman, middling old, with a yeller face all wrinkles, and a chin and nose'like Punch. She was dressed in a gaudy old calico gown, and had earrings m her ears. She give one look ar- ound the skooner and the island. Then . she sees us and let out a whoop like a steam whistle. “’Mulligatawny Sacremento merlases !’ .she yells. ’Course that wa’n’t what she said. but it sounded like that. Then, ’fore Hammond could stop her, she run for himand gave Iii m arousing big hug. He was the most sur- prised man ever you see, stood there like a wooden image. - I commenced to. lafi, but the next minute the woman come for me and hugged me, toe. . “’Fectionate ' old gal,’ says Hammond, grinning. “The critter in the was going through the patomime ever sea and, then down to deck and then up tothe sails. ' catch on for a, minute, but, mond did. . Says he 3-: “ .‘Showing us .where .. palatial. yachteeme from. .. .tight. that’s “While we was doing this the woman come ,down, and went aboard. Pretty soon we got her going back to the shanty with her arms full of bundles and truck. We didn’t think anything of it then, butwhen we got home at noon, there was the best dinner ever you see alr-Ic'ddy for us. A little fried fish and some kind of beans cooked up with peppers, and teaâ€"real store tea.-â€"and a lot. more things. Land, how we did eat! .We kept smoking our lips and rubbin gour vests to show we was enjoying everything, and the old lady kept bobbing her head and grinning like one of them dummies you wind up with a key. “Well,” says Hammond, we have got a cook at last. Ain’t we. oldâ€"oldâ€"Blimed if we’ve got a name for ’er yet! Here!’ says he, pointing to me. ‘Looky here.’ missis! ~ ’Edge! ’Edge! ’im! ’Ammond! ’Am- mond! that’s me. Now, ’00 are you 1” “She rattled of a name that had more double j ’ints in it than an eel. “ ‘Lordy!’ says I; ‘we never can larn that rigamarole. I tell ou! She’s for all the world like old A’nt Lobelia Fosdick at home down on Cape Cod. Let‘s call her that.’ “She looks to me like the mo- ther of an oyster man I used to know in Liverpool, ’19 name was ’Atkins. Let’s split the dif- ference and call ’er Lobelia ’An- kins.’ “So we done it. “Well, Hammond and me four days, taking plenty of time tting along fairly well. “Lobelia ’Atkins cooked and washed dishes for us. She, done some noble cooking, ’speciallyas we wa’n’t partic’lar , but we could see she had a temper to beat the old scratch. ,If anything got burned ,or if the kittle upset, she’d howl and stomp and scatter things worse than a cyclone. “I reckon ’twas about the third day that I noticed she was getting sweet on Hammond. She was giving him the best of all the vit-. tles and used to set at the table and look at him, sofer ’n and sweeter’n a bucket of molasses. Used to walk ’longside of him, too and look up in his face and smile. I could see that he notic- ed it and that it was worrying him a heap. One day he says to me: “ ‘Edge,’ says he, ‘I b’lieve that ’ere chroma of a Lobelia At- kins is getting soft on me.’ “ "Course she is,’ says I; ‘I see that a long spell ago.’ “But what’ll I do 1’” says he “A woman like ’er is a desp’ratc character. If we hever git has- lhore she might be for lugging. me calico. gown 8h craziest was ; p’intin’ off to to the church and marrying me by main force.’ , “ ‘Then you’ll have to marry her, for all I see, says I. ’You ouldn’t be so fascinating.’ “That made him mad and he went of jawing to himself. schooner patched up and of the cal and ’longeide hmus’ old landing wharf by __the shanty. tinkering to rough passage, it looks like!” d cod afterliOOn. “Then the-old gal common to get, excited. She p’inted- the,hatch. and shuther eyes . 0781’ . the side and made ...motions like , rowing. Then she p’inted down and .to snore. After that ‘ ' . more’n settled myself comfortably. my . “After dinner Hammond went down to the spring after some wa- ter. and Lobelia "Ankins went with him. Ilaiddown intheuhade for a snows, but I hadn’t much pounded and patched away at the ing smooth as butter, do put schooner for the next three 0 down that club!’ to sleep in, count 0f the heat, but Then she went through the most the matter was. m a leaky-looking boat and start- f“Edge’. says he, Tm a lost ed . an. That ’ere -’orrible houtrage is either going to man me or kill me. _‘Edge,’ he says, awful. golmen, ..‘she tried to kiss me! S’elp me. she did. - “Well, I set back and laughed. ‘Isthat why you. ran away P” I leader who sported a big crop of says ’ . loose jointed whiskers, “si, boat, “‘iNo,’ sayshe. .“When I refubq mi boat. 00min 1’ ooman ?” says ed to-let’er she hups with a rock 118- as big as my ’ead and goes for me. After a while we tumbled. We There. was murder in ’er eyes, had picked up the original cap- ’Edge,; I see it.” tain of, the boat and his crew. “Then I laughed more than ev- ” er and told him to come back to Hammon, the shanty but he wouldn’t. , He came!" swore he’d never come back again ”0‘ man! 00111311!" says the with Lobelia ‘Ankins there. Spanish Malay captain, “Ooman! .“That’s it,’ says he, ‘lm-f at a Comanl” fella- critter’s suflerings. I hon- Pretty soon we tumbled to this ly wish she’d try to kiss you once. ‘00- "0031811" was “woman” and that’s 311!’ the woman was Lobelia 'Ankins. “Well, I couldn’t make him The foxy 01¢.gent had accidently budge, so I decided to go back to forsaken the boat when the old girl the shanty and get the lay of the was 881881,- and let it. accidently land. LobeIia was busy inside drift of. Knowing Lobelia, we when I. got there, 'and looking as didn’t blame him for this. black as a thundercloud, so I After a heap of trouble we man- Ejdged ’twa’n’t besttosay nothin’ aged to make the _pld man under- 'to her, and I went down and fin- stand that Lobelia was away ‘31) ished the job on the schooner. At our island and likely to stay there. night when I come in to supper, “W811. sir, you ought to have lehe met me at’the door. She had seen that Malaygang’s faces light a big stick in her hand and looked up! They all bust (hit a grinning savage. I was a little nervous. and lafiing and Whiskers fairly ' “Now, Lobelia ’Ankins,’ says I, bugged me and then Hammond. ‘put down that and be sociable, Then he made one of the Malays there’s a good girl.’ take the wheel instead of me, and “ ’Course I knew she wouldn’t sent another one into the fo’castle understand me, but I was whist- after something. ling to keep my courage up, asthe “But I was curious, and I says, saying is. . p’inting toward Lobelia’s island: “ ‘Amond!’ says she, louder, “Ooman your wife?” and shaking the stick. “No,” says whiskers. “ ‘Now, Lobelia,’ says I, smil- “About then the fellow came back with a big jug. Where he got it is a mystery. As the good bollers. ,stufi passed along, Hammond says, "To the ’ealth of Lobeliaâ€"ooman, ooman. All drink." the bunch and natives- at that â€"- dirty Malays that were half Span- iard. We picks ’em up and there was a great howdydo. “Senor ,boat, mi boa ,” says the “Make yerself at.’ome, says “’eaven knows yer we‘- “ ‘Ammond !’ she fairly iblood-curdling pantomime ever *was. I reckon. First she comes The words was hardly out when up to me and tape me on the chest ( he dropped the jug down smash. nd says, “Edge.’ Then shegoes His eyes was a fixed on the com- panionway. Our eyes a followmg his turned to see to our horrorâ€"- Lobelia as large as life and twice as savage. With a shriek she was at us. Some runs up the rigging, some makes for the hold. but none of creeping round the room on tip- .toe,-p’inting out of the winder all the time as much as to say she was pretending to walk through the woods. Then she p’ints to one of the stumps we used for chairs and lscreeches “Ammopd!” and fetch- es the stump an awful hang with these was good enough for the cap. the club. Then she comes over tain. Whiskers tried to do a spec: to me and kinder snuggles up and ial stunt. He tripped and fell and fLobclia was after‘him and had .smiles ,and says “Edge,’ and tried him pinned down before he knew. to put the club in my hand. “My topnut riz up on my head. Then, of all the hair pulling. ’Good Lordl’ thinks I, ‘she’s try- bcratching, biting, kicking and ing to make love to me 30’s to get lehrieking. Well, I pitied that me to take the club and go and poor Malay. She gave it to ’im thump Hammond with it!’ good and plenty. “I was scared stifi, but Lobelia Hammond and me thought it was between me and the door, so was about time for us to move on. I kept smiling and backing away. The old lady might take another “ ‘Now, Lobelia,’ says I, ‘don’t fancy to us after Whiskers had beâ€"â€"’ been attended .to. So Hammond “ ‘Ammond!’ says she. and me dropped off into the sea “ ‘Now, Miss ’Ankins, d-o-n’t and swam around till we came in be hasty, Iâ€"â€"’ the niggers’ small boat that was “ Ammondl” towing behind the schooner. Into “Well, I backed faster and fag- this we pikes and put for the open ter, and she followed be right up 808- LaSt we heard was the till at last I begun to run. Round thumps of Lobelia and the cries'of and round the placé we went, me POO!" old Whiskers. scart for my life and she fairly Next day we was PiCked “P by frothing with rage. Finally I a Dutch trading vessel and we burst through the door and put made the home port all right after ' a while. We spent considerable time though arguing about Lo- belia. She wasn’t the wife of old Whiskers because he said so. She wasn’t his daughter, being too young for that and she wasn’t his .mother because she didn’t look like him. At last we tumbled. She was his mother-in-law. We ought to have thought of that be- fore. , 00L HUGHES. ADOLPH SMIFF : AND SEWERAGE POLLUTION. “When I told him rumpus, he set. and laughed like . an idiot. ‘ “ ’Ow do like Miss‘ Ankin’s love-making ?” he says. “‘You’ll like it 1088’]: I-do,’ I says, “if she gets up here with thatclub!" E”fillet kind of sober-ed himdown . (Bobccygeon Independent.) At first glance of the pamphlet en- titled “A System of Sewerage Purifi- withher little. Km am running. I jumpedvup- in“ in theboot unknown-t . ping likefirecoalsend stomping .timegto use would com but? and leaving heron m dim-ed by 001. Sun Hughes.” 5 l . ' “,5 W. 'fit till lbewonderiswhctmplmoffienate reform the Colonel has hit upon, but to make for our schooner. We ’Ankins saw there was nothing but men in OF DIAMONDS The utter collapse of his castle in Spain had sobered him. The gates of Portland were yawning open for him and the goodness of the man he had wronged had closed them in his face. Never again wouldyhe see their grim front if he could help it. He readily gave every assitance in the brief investigation that followed. Mr. Abingdon looked on askance as he wrote checks for three thousand pounds and five thousand pounds on - the York and Leeds banks respective- ly, but even Philip himself gave an astonished laugh when he saw his own signature written with quiet cer- tainty and accuracy. “Oh, that’s nothing," cried Grenier, in momentary elation. I took in Mr. Abingdon, and sent a complete letter to the London bank.” “You did not take me in," growled Abingdon. “You made one fatal mis- take.” “And what was that, sir?” “You alluded to the annual report of the ‘Homc.’ Everyone connected with that establishment, from the founder down to the latest office boy, invariably calls it the ‘Mary Anson Home.’ Mr. Anson would never write of it in other terms.” Grenicr was abashcd. “Have you any money in your pocket?” said Philip, when the forget had accounted for every farthing. For one appreciable instant Grenier hesitated. Then be flushed. He had resisted temptation. “Yes,” he said, “plenty. Langdon supplied me with funds.” “How much?" “Two hundred and fifty pounds. have over seventy left.” “I will arrange matters with him. Come to my West End office next Monday ,and you will be given sufli cient to keep you from poverty and crime until you find your feet in Canada. Remember, you sail on Wednesday.” “No fear of any failure on my part, sir. I can hardly credit my goodâ€"0r, what I want to say is, I can never thank you sufficiently.” “Pay Mason's fam- to London. But- ter stay with him. His sons may have a good influence on you, too.” Mason rose heavily. "I’ll find him a job, sir. pack your bag." The words recalled to Philip the knowledge of his incongruous attire. Soon he wore his own clothes. He re- fused to allow Grenier to divest him- self of the garments he wore, but he was glad to see his old watch again. Dr. Scarth bade them farewell and returned to Scursdale by the lust train. Philip and Abingdon arrived in London at 2.15 A.M. On the platform, accompanied by her mother, was Evelyn. She wept all the way to Mount Street, where Philip would be accom- modated for the night. She cried again when she saw the poor. wound- ed head; but she laughed through her tears when she ran off to fetch a very small and very sleepy dog, with long blue hair falling in shaggy masses over his eyes and curling wonderfully over his tiny body. 0 O O O O Mr. James Crichton Langdon was imperatively summoned to London, and given such a lecture by Mr. Ab- ingdon that he so far abandoned the error of his ways as to strive to for- get that such a person as Evelyn Athcrly existed. The ex magistrate had Sent him in Devonshirc, and was so skeptical of Sir Philip and Lady Morland that he traveled direct to York, via Glou- cester and Birmingham, to clear up with Philip in person a mystery ren- dered more dense by the curious to]- egram he received in London. , One day, in August, the Sea Maiden dropped anchor oil the Yorkshire coast. not far from the gaunt cliff on which stood Grange House. Dr. Scarth entertained Mr. and Mrs. Anson in his house for the night, and some of the men allowed ashore. They came back full of a story they had heard, how the “skipper" had met with a mishap on the big point‘ to s’uth'ard, was rescued by three fishermen, and had bought each of them the freehold of the house in which they lived, besides presenting them jointly with a fine smack. “He's a rare good sort, there’s no doubt about that,” said the chief nar- rator, “an’, of course, ’c can afford to do that sort of thing, bein’ the King 0' Diamonds." “He's more than the King of Die- monds; he’s the King of Trumps," observed a gigantic, broken-nosed stoker, who listened to the yarn, not being one of the shore-going men. “You’ve known him this long time, haven’t you, Mason?” said the first speaker. “Yesâ€"ever since he was a bit of a boy. Ten years it must be But we lost sight of each otherâ€"until I met him the other day. Then he gave me a jobâ€"for the sake of old times!" THE END. M FROM THE BINGVILLE CLARION. (Toronto News.) “John Hawkins brought a turnip to this office on Saturday. Though of a. fine size, it was not the largest we have ever seen. No. The prize tur- nip f: on the shoulders of the urbo. one and gentlemanly editor of our I He can 0 O O O O . . < .-- w. w. 1' .. .3 ‘ .4 I . 9 ..