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THE OPM1B ., IOWA 14, 1899* TV,', DICK RODNEY; Or, The Adventures of An Eton Boy.,, BY JAMBS ORANT. CHAPTER XIX.—(Continued.) "Hallo!" said Tom Lombourne, sud- jtily looking aloft, as the topsails lapped and shivered; "she's yawning * steering wild; what Is that Span,rd about?" "But he?" added Carlton, we now missed Antonio from the •heel; "Antonio, where are you?" "Gone overboard, I hope," exclaimed the second mate, w.lth something more that need not be repeated, as he rushed to the wheel, and, after making it re- Volve a few times rapidly, he filled the sails and steadied the brig. This "was done just in time, for the Eugenie had a press of canvas on her, and, had she been taken aback, the consequences might have been serious. "Look about for the skulking lubber," said Lambourne, in great wrath, "and souse him well with a slush- bucket; another moment and the craft Would have been broached to!" "He must have crept behind the longboat and got Into the forecastle," suggested Carlton. Til bring him up with a round turn for playing this trick," grumbled Lambourne. "Hush," said I, as a strange sound fell upon my ear. "What is it?" asked the others, listening. "A cry—did you not hear it?" "No—nonsense!" said they, together. "It was a cry that came from somewhere." "I did hear something," said Will White; 'but it was a sheave creaking in a block aloft, I think." "No, no," said I, pausing by the capstan, as a terrible foreboding seized me; "It came from the cabin." "There is no one there but the Captain, Hislop, and the boy Bill, who sleeps in the steerage, and they are all three sound enough by this time," said Lambourne. "But the sound was from the cab- In," I persisted, hastening aft. At that moment another cry, loud and piteous—a cry that sank into a hoarse moan, echoed through the brig, "piercing the night's dull ear," and ringing high above the welter of the sea alongside, the bubble at the stem and stern, or the hum of the wind through the taut rigging. We all rushed aft to the companion, and at that instant Antonio sprang up the cabin stair. By the clear splendor of the tropical moonlight we could see that his usually swarthy visage was pale as death, while his black eyes . blazed like two burning coals. He grasped his unsheathed knlfe.the blade of which, as well as his hands and Clothes, were covered with blood! My heart grew sick with vague apprehension, and my first thought was lor a weapon; but none was near. "What have you been about, you rascally picaroon—and why did you leave the wheel?" shouted Lambourne, becoming greatly excited; "the masts might have gone by the board—what devil's work have you been after below?" Then the dark Spanish creole grinned, as the blood dripped from his hands on the white and moonlit deck. "Knock him down with a handspike, Carlton," added Lambourne, who could not leave the wheel; "knock him down—the shark-faced swab!" On hearing this, Antonio drew from his breast a revolver pistol, one'of a pair which we knew always hung loaded in Weston's cabin, and flred straight at the head of Carlton—who dodged the shot, which killed the seaman named Will White, who stood behind him. ' The ball pierced the brain of the poor fellow, who bounded convulsively nearly three feet from the deck; he fell heavily on his face and never moved again, for he was dead—dead as a stone. In its suddenness this terrible deed paralyzed us with horror, not unmixed with fear, as we were all unarmed and completely in the power of this Spanish demon, the report of whoso pistol brought all the startled crew tumbling over each other out of the forecastle. "Aha, maldlta! Santos y Angeles!" said the Spaniard, waving the pistol, the muzzle of which yet smoked, toward us in a half circle, as a warning for all to stand back; "did you think to run your rigs upon me? I am Antonio el Cubano, and don't value you all a rope's-end or a rotten castano, as you shall find. I am now the captain of this ship, and shall force you all to obey me, or else"—here he swore one of those sonorous and blasphemous oaths which run so glibly from a Spanish tongue—"I will shoot you all in succession, till I am the last man left on board; and when I am tired of the ship I can burn or scuttle her. Do you understand all this?" Dead silence followed* this strange address, the half of which was scarcely understood by our men, aa it was said in Spanish. "Basta!" (avast) I see that you do understand," he resumed; "and now begin by obedience. Throw this car- fion—this bestia muerta—overboard." But perceiving how we all shrank . "Overboard with him!" he added, brutally kicking the inanimate body of poor Will White; "or demcmia,. I shall send the first who disobeys me to'keep him company." ' He grasped me by the hand'—his hateful clutch was firm as a smith's vise—and then n^ ^veled his pistol at the head of Ned Carlton. For a moment the latter stood Irresolute, and then, seeing the black muz- ;le of the revolver within a foot of ils head, he muttered a deep malediction, stamped his foot with rage on the deck, and said: "Mr. Rodney, bear a hand with me to launch this murdered man^thls poor fellow—overboard!" "Obey!" thundered Antonio. Like one in a dream I bent over the dead man, on whose pale face, glazed yes and relaxed jaw the bright moonlight was shining, and in my excitement and bewilderment I nearly slipped and fell into the pool of blood which flowed from his death wound. I had never touched a corpse before, and an Irrepressible shudder ran through all my veins. But, that emotion once over, I could have handled a dozen with perhaps indifference; and there are few who, after touching the dead, have not experienced this change of feeling. Ned Carlton, with a sound like a sob in his honest breast—a sob of mingled rage and commiseration—raised the yet warm body; I took the feet, and through one of the . quarter-boards, which was open, we launched It into the great deep, and as the brig flew on, rolling before the early morning wind, there remained no trace of poor Will White, but his blood, a dark pool upon the deck, and the crew stood staring at it and at each other with blank irresolution, horror and dismay expressed in all their faces. Empty-handed and defenseless as we all were, each was afraid to speak or act, lest he might be the next victim whom the merciless Cubano would shoot down. With a growl of defiance Antonio now turned away, and, brandishing the revolver in token of the obedience he meant to exact, he descended slowly into the cabin, where we soon heard him smashing open the lockers, and busy with the case-bottles in the steward's locker, or Billy the cabin boy's pantry. His departure seemed a relief to all, but in half a minute after he was gone below little Billy, or "Boy Bill," as he was usually termed, whose sleeping place was the steerage, rushed up the cabin stair in his shirt and ran among us, sobbing with fear and dismay. CHAPTER XX. Conference of the Crew. Some time elapsed before the poor boy became sufficiently coherent to be understood, but it would seem that on hearing the first cry, which had alarmed me, he sprang out of his berth, which was at the foot of the companionway, and on looking into the cabin, he saw by the night light which swung in the skylight, the Cubano, armed with a bloody knife rush from the captain's state-room Into that of the mate, which was opposite. Another choking cry acquainted hiu that Antonio had stabbed Hislop in his sleep; and fearing that his own turn would come next, he had crept into an empty cask which lay below the companion-ladder, and remained there trembling with dread, until he took an opportunity of rushing on deck anc joining us. This terrible revelation added to our dismay. We were now in a desperate predicament, without a captain or mate to navigate the brig, and at the mercy o a well-armed desperado, to whom horn icide was a pastime; thus, all who had handled him so severely on th< night we crossed the line began to fee no small degree of alarm for their own safety, being certain that more blood would be shed the moment he came on deck. All dressed themselves with the ut most expedition, and it was resolve 1 : to hold a council of war. Lambourne was still at the wheel; and to be pre pared for any emergency, he resolve( to reduce the canvas on the brig. So the royals were taken down, all stud ding-sails taken in, and the topsail! were handed; all this was done aa quietly as possible, lest any sounc might arouse the fiend who seemec now to possess the Eugenie. Lambourne ventured to peep down the skylight, when he saw Antonio drinking brandy from a case bottle without troubling himself with i glass. Then the Spaniard proceeded to attire himself in the best clothe: of Captain Weston; he forced open several lockfast places, and took from them money and jewelry, which h< concealed about his person. What hi ultimate object could be in perform ing these acts of plunder on the open sea, we could neither conceive no divine, but on chancing to glance up ward, he caught a glimpse of Tom's eyes peering down. There was an explosion, a crashing of glass and a ball from a revolver flred upward, grazed Tom's left ea: and pterced the rim of his sou'-weste as a hint that our Cubano had no intention of being overlooked in his operations below. We heard him close the cabin doo: with a bang, and after locking it throw himself on the floor behind it •w4tb the intention of sleeping, proba bly, but with the full resolution tha no one should enter without disturb Ing him; and la this way, aftef examining his pistols, he reposed evert night afterward while on board. "By Jingo! 1 thought the killing o' hem birds would lead to bad luck somehow," said Henry Warren, an old foremast man, with a reproachful glance at me, as he threw the two al- )atrosses overboard. We now held a solemn conference to meet the emergency which was certain to come anon, and to consider the best means of subduing and disarming the culprit. "Whoever goes nigh him In the, cabin, either by the door or the skylight, risks being stabbed or shot," said Tattooed Tom; "so we must go to work some other way, shipmates, and :hat other way must be considered." "We might close and batten the skylight and companionway, and then starve or smoke him out," suggested one of the crew, Francis Probart, our arpenter. "Smoke him out?" echoed Tom. "Yes, as we do rats." "By what?" "Fill a bucket with spun yarn and greased flax, with sulphur and bilge- water—ain't that the medical compound for rats?" "Nonsense," said Tom; "you would burn the ship " "As he has often threatened to do," said Carlton, "and may do yet." A most extraordinary scheme was proposed by one man—that we should launch the longboat, throw Into her some bags of bread and gang-casks of water, unship the compass, double- bank the oars, and shove off for the coast of South America, after scuttling the brig and leaving Antonio to his fate. We were in a horrible state of perplexity, and I seemed to see constantly before me the gashed bodies of my two kind, brave and hospitable friends —Captain Weston and Marc Hislop— lying in their berths dead and un- avenged, with their destroyer beside them! We had the capstan-bars, and with these it was proposed to assail him when next he came on deck. Then we had the carpenter's tools, among which a hand-aaw, an auger, an auze and a hatchet, made very available weapons, and these, with the old cutlass and harpoons which figured on the night we crossed the line, were speedily appropriated. I was armed with a heavy claw-hammer, and, vowing firmly to stand by each other, we resolved to lynch Antonio the moment he came out of his den. While we were thus employed In devising tke means of punishment, the dark shadows of night passed away; the morning sun came up In his tropical splendor, and the blue waves of the southern sea rolled around us in light, but not a sail was visible on their vast expanse. The crew seemed pale and excited, as they might well be, and with buckets of water we cleansed the deck from the blood that stained it. The morning advanced into noon, and the vessel was steered her due course, for the wind was still fair. Ned Carlton was at the wheel, and the men were all grouped forward, when suddenly Antonio appeared on deck with a knife in his sash and a revolver in each hand. He was so pale that his olive face seemed almost a pea-green, and a black crust upon his cruel lips showed the extent of his potations in the cabin. He glanced into the binnacle, and perceiving that the brig was still being steered her old course, he cried, in a hoarse voice: "Hombres, allegarse a la cuesta!" (men, bear toward the land) and pointing to the direction in which he knew the vast continent of South America—from which we were probably four or five hundred miles distant— must be, he added orders in English to shape the brig's course due west, and stamped his right foot on the deck to give his words additional force. (To be continued.) THEATRICAL TOPICS. SAVINGS AND DOINGS OP THE PLAYERFOLK. MAIL NUISANCE Julia Mnrlowe -ns Collnette Has Mnde a Distinctive Hit—Mlllan Madison'* Return to the Stage—Grace Fllkln's Success—John Drew's Successor, That Threatened to Inundate the Family of a New Father. At an Adelaide street residence the servant went to. the door, met a perspiring and scowling letter carrier, and took in a basketful of mail. It was the third such lot of the day, and there had been a like delivery for a week. "Dump it into the furnace," roared the young man who is at the head of ihe family. "I'm going to see the postmaster, write the head of the department at Washington, and get out an injunction. I'll see If there is not some way to abate .this nuisance." "But there may be some other mail; something that we want to read," interposed a gentler and feebler voice. "I don't care if there is. I don't care if there's a draft or a postal order in every other envelope. Chuck the whole outfit into the furnace and don't lose any time doing It. Whoever's working this rig on me may think he's smart good and plenty. It's the con- foundest, meanest, smallest, most impertinent thing I ever heard of." "But it's only a joke, my dear." "I'll joke "em. Do you know that we've received over a car lot of catalogues, prospectuses, and all that sort of thing from female seminaries in the country? There were over 200 in the first batch and that vras the smallest one received Dump the whole batch into the furnace, I say. Nice thing! I guess not, sending up those female seminary advertisements and our little girl not two weeks old yet. You can bet that I'll stop the thing or know the reason why,"—Detroit Free Frees. It is an excellent rule to be observed in all disputes that we should give sofl words and hard arguments—that we should not so much strive to vex as to convince an enemy.—Bishop Wllkina In the cast of "The Last Chapter," George H. Broadhurst's first attempt at serious comedy writing, is a young ady whose proud distinction it is to be the wife of a United States naval ifflcer. It Is even rumored that many .heater-goers, especially of the fern- nine contingent, are more Interested n her for that reason than because she IB really an actress. Perhaps It s the combination of stage and battleship which makes her more than usually attractive, although there ought .o be something alluring In the fact that she has been on the stage since childhood. She is an outgrowth of the Pinafore craze of twenty years ago, and first emerged to public view >ehind the big poke bonnet which was used to shelter the pretty features of Gilbert's Hebe. It took several years lor her promotion from comic opera to the dramatic stage, but when advancement came it met her half way with the opportunity sought by every young actor—a position in Augustin Daly's company. As Miss Rehan, however, bade fair to maintain her place as leading lady for an indefinite period, the prospect did not seem suf- Iciently enticing, and Miss Fllkins in despair Joined what Is jocularly known as the "suspense list" at the Casino. Luckily for her, the suspense was so lengthy and monotonous that she again renounced her comic opera ambitions. A season with Modjeska was followed by two years with Roslna Voices, after which she attracted much attention by her acting of Helen Berry In "Shore Acres." Last season she played Celia Pryse, the stage-struck girl, in Charles Coghlan's production of "The Royal Box." In Mr. Sothern's company, playing the part of Mousqueton, is an actor whose memory of stage productions and stage people covers a period of Another player has decided that Mr. Charles Frohman and the Empire theater company do not give her sufficient opportunity, and In consequence Miss May Robson will next season eeek other and more auspicious fields of endeavor. In the recent Empire productions, good parts for several of Mr. Frohman's most efficient actors have been few and far between, but Miss Robson appears to be the only one possessed of sufficient will to break the bonds which have united her to the most successful theatrical manager in the country. As Miss Robson Is an excellent character actress, there can be no doubt of her future. In fact, she has carried extravagant costuming and make-up to such an extent In recent years that it is to be hoped she will hereafter rely on more legitimate means to create laughter and applause. PAPINTA. MJss Robson, who is not related to the several theatrical families bearing that name, Is a plucky little woman of Australian birth, and when hardly more than a mere child made an unhappy marriage, which finally left her adrift In New York with three babies to care for and support. She had to do something for a living, but the stage never entered her mind until she found herself one 'day by accident looking at the sign which announced one of the many theatrical .agencies which Inhabit New York. The idea occurred to her to try her luck, and she was Immediately engaged to play the French widow with the Hanlons in "Le Voyage en Splsse," without re- | JULIA MARLOWE AS COLINETTE. over forty-five yea,rs. Every play-goer knows Owen Fawcett and can testify to his faithful presentation of the many hundred characters he has been called upon to interpret during his long term of service. The Fawcetts are a noted family on the English stage, and Owen Fawcett comes thereby of royal theatrical lineage. His father, grandfather and great-grandfather were all prominent actors, and many of his collateral ancestors are equally well known. He made his debut on Dec. 7, 1853, at Morristown, Pa., as George Shelby in "Uncle Tom's Cabin," and since then has been almost continuously on the stage. He was a member of Augustin Daly's company for the seven seasons beginning in 1871-72, and has supported Modjeska, Edwin Booth, Lawrence Barrett, Joseph Jefferson, Mrs. John Drew and Mr. Sothern, with whom he has been for the past three seasons, and by whom he has been re-engaged for the ensuing year. "Collnette," Julia Marlowe's new play,which Henry Guy Carleton adapted from the French original by Le- notre and Martin, is a comedy which at moments approaches the dignity of tragedy. Miss Marlowe appears as the wife of a French nobleman, at the time of the Restoration. Her husband becomes implicated In a Napoleonic plot, and she saves him after considerable effort. The character is an admirable one to display Miss Marlowe's talents; she is in turn grave and gay, distressed and happy, careless add perturbed. The play contains none of the objectionable features that are to be found in so many plays taken from the French recently. It is likely that the part of Colinette, in future, will be considered one of Miss Marlowe's most distinguished performances. veallng the fact that stage work was entirely unknown to her. Among those who have won a competence by entertaining the public, Papinta, the myriad mirror dancer, who Is seen frequently at Keith's theater, New York, must be included. She has invested her money in a ranch in Contra Costa county, California, and takes pride in the fact that none but thoroughbreds are kept there. She owns the stallion El Rio, a colt by Hanover, which is valued at ?5,000. The Devonshire milch cows, the poultry and the dogs on the ranch are all said to be of registered breed, and, according to a recent estimate, the value of the ranch exceeds $100,000. Augustin Daly's Ineffectual attempts to secure a satisfactory leading man after the departure of John Drew, brought forward a number of actors who had for several years been obliged to content themselves with nothing but minor roles. Among these young players was John Craig, who in the interim between the vale of Mr. Drew and the ave of Charles Richman, was cast for many important characters. Mr. Craig was born in Tennessee, and made his first dramatic appearance with Frank Mayo, an actor who has started more than one youth on the road to stage eminence. Later he played leading roles with Marie Prescott and then began an association of eight years with Mr, Daly, during which he acted everything from Lucentio in "The Taming of the Shrew" to Orlando and Lysander. Financial embarrassment doesn't seem to embarrass some people very much. The first cotton mill in Kansas la now hein$ bu,Uj; In Independence, LttERARY NOtES. 1 During this year, 1899, the Costrio* politan will make a specialty of articles which have to c > with home life, Nothing 1 needs such thorough discussion as the organization of the various branches of every-day life. Desiring to secure tlie best thought upon subjects corelated, it offers two thousand eight hundred and fifty dollars, to be paid In various stiffis, for the best articles oif four to five thousand words each on the different subjects connect* ed with the home. One of the most important features of Harper's Weekly for Jxine Is the scries of articles on India by Julian Ralph. Mr. Ralph's name Is a guar* ttntee that his description of Lord and Lftdy Cnrzon in their new and splendid state will be of great interest." Tha, articles appear under the title ''An American Sovereign," and are fully Illustrated by Mr. Weldon. Hugh Conner, whom the New York Evening Sun has called "the greatest fireman in the world," and who was for so long cblef of the New York fire department, has written an article on "Modern Fire Fighting" for the June number of Aiuslee's Magazine. Ex- Chief Bonnet-tells a plain, direct story, pregnant with the fruit of Ins expe* rlence and ability. Photographs of some of the most disastrous fires which have occurred in various cities throughout the country are reproduced to illustrate Chief Banner's article. The frontispiece of St. Nicholas for Juno shows a little frirl tugging at the reins of a four-horse team, which a blind man conkl see was running away. "Llttlo Rhody" is her name, or nickname; and it is tlie name of the story, also, and if one holds his breath, in reading it, that is just what the author and artist intended him to do. The June number of Harper's Round Table contains tlie story that won first prize in the recent competition. Other features of the Juno number are "Pirate or Privateer?" a sea tale by George E. Walsh; "Coxey," a hunting story by F. IT. Spearman, and several short stories. The June number of tho Delineator Is called tho early summer number, and combines an immense amount of authoritative and applicable advice as to what is newest and most beaxitiful in the world of fashion—including special illustrations of bridal costumes —with a profusion of sparkling literary features, social, household and departmental hints and suggestions and fancy work detail. A series of articles which ought to be of great value is announced for early publication in Harper's Bazar. They will give a comprehensive discussion, of "Home Dressmaking." It is needless to mention that tlie contributor of tlie series, Julia K. McDongall, teacher of dressmaking at Pratt Institute, is fully competent to present the subject so that it will be easily understood by all women who wish to make their own gowns. McClure's Magazine for June will contain a short story by Mr. Kipling that derives a special interest from the fact that it seems to be reminiscent of Mr. Kipling's own youthful beginning as a writer and editor. It will be very fully illustrated by the English artist, L. Raven-Hill. Bird S. Color, comptroller of New York City, is the author of an important article on the Abuse of Public Charity, vvhieh will appear in Appleton's Popular Science Monthly" for June. Mr. Color, whose position lias enabled him to see at close range the actual working of the present system, is very emphatic in his condemnation of it. Frank Gaylord Cook discusses the Evils of an. Elective Judiciary in tho Juno Atlantic, taking as bis text tha recent degradation of the chief justice of New York state by Tammany HaVi, as a political punishment. Historically ho shows that originally no judgeships were elective, but that they gradually became so in the majority of tlie states under the Jeft'ersouian assaults upon the appointment system. The June Century Is an out-of-doors number, abounding with full-page illustrations, including a frontispiece by Albert Sterner, representing Izaalc Walton seated reading under a tree— and of course fishing as he reads. This is apropos of tho opening article —a discursive essay on "Fisherman's Luck," by that redoubtable anglerj the Rev. Henry van Dyke, printed with decorative page-borders. In tlie North American Review for Juno there is a masterly treatment of 1 "Tho Conditions and Prospects of the Treasury," by the Hon. Lyman J.i Gage, who, as secretary of the tveas-! ury, is obviously qualified to deal con- tiucingly with this subject. There is also an article by Mr. William J, Bryan on the application of "Jeffersonian Principles" to the current needs of our politics. Among many good things Harper's Magazine for June contains "The Rescue of the "Whalers," A Sled Journey of Sixteen Hundred Miles in the Artio Regions, by Lieutenant Ellsworth P, Uortholf, U. S. R. C. 8., and "The Vagrant," a story, by Richard Harding Davis, illustrated by W. T. Smedley. A Natural Deduction, Long—You look out of sorts this morning, old man; what's wrong? Short—Family troubles. Long—I'm jorry to hear that. Nothing serious, I hope. Short—I'm afraid It Is. I had a misunderstanding with my rich uncle last night. Long—Indeed! Did you lose the ticket? World's Volcano ILUt. There are 672 known volcanoes in tho vorld, of which 270 are active; 80 In America, 24 in Asia, 20 In Africa. Java has 109, of which 28 are active. In New Zealand, within a range of 127 miles, there are 63, ranging from 199 feet to 900 feet in height. A Happy Soubrott*. The Comedian—The soubrette seems, unusually happy tonight. What U thj matter? The Villain—She has just ye*, ceived a telegram saying that. her grandson has made a hit in Chicago, a* Yas Wta¥le,—Harper'!

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