<! f -Tr v j ,-,; ^^••3^*y$vt***7~ INTERNATIONAL PRESS ~ -^ - ""• • -~ " •-••* •"- ---^------ -- i AMONA, IOWA J-^^— , - ---------- ^ — •-***' — ~™— .*"»— i---- Y .. JITLY I4 f '- CHAPTER Vllt— ; 1 reached the cottage, and, not seeing ' ,,gj,t in the window,! thought Mabel and my mother might be in the kitchen ! t ^ back. I crept thither stealthily, to have a peep at them before •hey saw me; but no light Was there to guide me, and a kind of dismay ertook me when I found that the ov I soon vi-hble house was in darkness, nulled myselto together, "You clumsy, thick-headed lubber," murmured I," "not to know that it's too late for tjiem to be up. They are abed, dreaming of you, and little enough you deserve it!" It was, indeed, I reckoned, quite ten o'clock by this time, and I knew that my mother was an early bod)' and was seldom out of bed at that hour of the night. So, putting my hand to my mouth, I cried lustily, "Yo, heave, ho!" I listened and waited, but it was clear they had 'not heard me. "Yo, heave, ho!" I cried again, louder thaii before, and again waited and listened; and. aga.ilixheard no so.imd in response. "Too fast asleep," thought 1, and I tried the street door. To my surprise, it yielded to my hand. I entered the room, and knew, though all was dark around me, that everything was as I had left it three years before, j I could just distinguish the indistinct outlines of the old familiar shapes. I liut my bundle on the floor under the little round table in the center of the room, and, feeling my way to the stairs, I crep up them to the bedroom above. 1 paused at the door. "Mother!" I called; and then, "Mabel!" No answer coming, I went softly into the room and passed my hand over the bed. It was empty. "Well," said I, after a little while, "they are out junketing, those two, not expecting me home at 3tich an hour. Mayhap they are spending the evening with a neighbor." I considered whether I should go out in ,'earch of them, or'whether I should rest at home- and astonish them upon their return. But if I went, I should not know where to look for them, anil it would be sheer folloy to wander about without knowing where one was going to. Besides, they might return in my absence. So, without more ado, 1 descended the stairs to the little parlor beiow, and there-sat down in a chair, determining t owait till my mother and Mabel came home. Until I had quite made up my mind, I did not know how tired I was. 1 had worked very hard during the last few lays, and it was excitement only that had kept me awake. Directly I sat :lo\vn and rested my head on my hand 1 was overpowered by drowsiness, and in a short time I was fast asleep. • CHAPTER IX. T was still dark when I a w o k e. What aroused me was the sound.of the :ioor-latch being lifted. Immediately that sound fell upon my ears I was • in full possession of my senses. There they are," thought I, with throbs of joy, but with some feelings af fear also; for it suddenly occurred to me that my appearance there might frighten them. While this thought was disturbing me I listened for the familiar voices. I heard none, and but one person entered the room—my mother, whose step I recognized. Where was Mabel, then? Why; lingering behind, saying good-night to a neighbor, perhaps, or shutting the garden gate! In ray excitement 1 rose, and stood in an Jltitudevof expectation. I heard a heavy sigh from my mother,'and the next moment a match was struck, and I saw her with her back toward me, lighting a candle. The street door was dosed, and we were alone. The silence, the drooping figure of my mother, who had aged much during my absence—I could see the signs, although iw face was hidden from me—and the circumstance of my darling wife not at .home to welcome me, changed »'y joy to sadness. Still, thinking to cheer my old mother, and for the purpose of dispelling my own foolish fears, 1 strove to utter the dear old <; Yo, heave, ho!" but the familiar greeting (lied away oa my lips, and it was but the ghost of a sound that proceeded Amos!" she moancl. "No. no! It la the dead that is speaking to me. I have no son; he was killed, as his father was, by the cruel sea. Lord, have pity on me! Lord, have pity on me!" Killed as my father was, by the cruel sea! What had occurred/then, during my absence? Cotild.it be possible that the news of our rescue in the boats ,had failed to reach home? No, it was impossible. There were my letters to Mabel, relating all the cir- from me. What following during the next few moments filled my heart with Uttsneakable.terror. I saw by iny mother's attitude that she had heard my ghostly "Yo, heave, ho!" and for an Justant she stood mute and still, as though petrified by fear. Then she turned slowly and fearsomely toward I caught but a glimpse of hej , haggard face—ah, haw wan and it had grown!—she caught but a of mine. The moment e >'e« fell upon me gl]e gave a frightened ami' held up her hands to keep a«d as I moved toward her wild shudder passed ' thrpugh hei the caudle fejl fvow her in cumstances of our peril and our escape. I'earing for my old mother's reason, I searched about for matches, that she might see me bodily, and so assure herself. But I could not find them, and what passed between us took place in the dark, neither seeing the other's face. I knelt again by her side. "You foolish old soul!" I sa'd, in a tender and coaxing tone, "do you know what you are saying? Nay, I'll not touch you if my touch hurts you? Steady yourself,.mother;. I am .neither dead nor drowned, or how could 1 bo here talking to you?" She could not have understood me. "My Amos!" she sobbed. "My boy, that I loved and worshiped! The best, the bravest sailor on all the queen's seas! My old eyes will never again be blessed with a sight ot him—never again, never again!" 1 had strong need to apply myself to the advice I gave to her. It was as much as I could do to keep steady, so as to get tho heart of this mystery. Although I was trribly shaken, I proved myself equal to the occasion, and by iiit of tenderness and it, good deal of oaxing, I managed at length to con- ince my mother that I was alive, 'hen, to my amazement, part of the tory was told and made clear to me. 'he Blue Jacket that went down with 11 hands when within two days' sail if the Australian coast, was believed )y my mother to have boon the Blue acket in which 1 served. To arrive t this .understanding occupied me fully n hour, and by that time my mother i r as sitting on my knee, soothed and jacified, and filled with a feeling of iwe and gratitude at my escape. 1 otild now turn my attention to those natters nearest my heart. The whole nystery was not yet cleared. Being iipposed to be dead was a sufficient eason for my wife not being at home o welcome me; but I had written to her, twice from China, and twice from Melbourne. What hati become of those etters? Surely, if she had received .hem—and why should she not? they vere addressed to her plainly at her mother's house—she would not have, tept the good tidings of my safety and >romotinn from my own mother. The irst thing I had to do, plainly, was 0 question my mother upon this point. "N wo that I have convinced you, mother," Isaid, "that I am not lying at the bottom of the sea, and that I am no ghost, you must satisfy me upon some point that are dark to me, Mabel—why, what's the matter with you, dame, that you shrink from me? Are -oil ill again? I will light the candle f you will tell me where I can find the matches. We can talk better in he light." But she clung close to me again, with something of terror expressed in her mannei—which I set down to her not laving entirely recovered from her 'ears—and murmured that she did not want a light; that the darkness suited ler best; and that sitting there with ne, witli no other soul in the house nit ourselves, brought to her the memory of the time when I was a child, and when we two were all in all to each other, with no one to step in be- :ween us. These sentiments she ex- iressed, not in so coherent and conslse a manner as I have written them, but :n a way that rendered them not difficult to understand, I humored her, and continued: There is no one between us now, mother,-and never shall be. Mabel and 1 a,re both your children, and my love for her makes you dearer to me; for with certain thoughts in my mind that I have been long cherishing, it seems as if, having a wife of my own, I can better understand what a mother's love is How shall we break the news to her so as not to alarm her? Mother, I want to ask you a hundred questions about her; but I am so eager to see my darling that 1 doubt if I shall be able to control my impatience. But before I go to her, there are some matters I must understand more clearly. I am groping about like a blind man. Mother, I wrote four letters to Mabel." I paused here, but my mother did not speak. As I held Jier in my arms she citing closer to me, as though she were fearful of losing me. "Bear up," said I, with a fond sure; "things have come around happily, and U is our duty to be thankful." "I humbly thank the Lord," I heard her whisper, "for my dear son's safe- tell me that Mabel did not read letters to you?" "I never knew you had written any, Amos." "Could she not have received thetti?" I asked, dismayed and wondering. "1 addressed them to her, and posted thein with -toy own hand to her mother's hovise. And for her not to have read them td you! Mother!" t cried, Impelled sudden fear, "has there been foul plajf somewhere?" Her tears and moans were my only answer. "Nay, nay," said I, with a cold chill at my heart, "if I can't learn from you, I must go elsewhere. T will see Mabel at once. There must be an end to this mystery." 1 rose to go, but my mother clung to me with convulsive sobs, and strove 'with feeble hands to restrain me. But they were strong enough; they clutched my very heart strings. A deadly faintness stole upon me, and would ihave overpowered me, but that I wrestled desperately with It and overcame It. "In the name of God!" I cried, when 1 had recovered my speech, "do not torture me any longer with your 'silence! Tell m e what Is in your mind." The ag-ony of my tone compelled her to obedience. "Amos, my non," she said, in a weak, wandering voice, "it is late; It must be one o'clock. And see, Amos, what a wild night it is." BASE BALL GO "6IB5Y r.ilr of Minor ItMttit ot i;irt<,» Rl.Uhg i.enKufi lawn— Viitlons Dote* 1 crest About Um the CHAPTER ..X. , ECHANICALL.Y , I looked toward the window. The snow was coming down thick and fast. I went to the door and opened It, my mother following me, still with her hands upon me. White sui-faces.pnre and unstained, met my eye. whichever way I turned. Thfi virgin covering imparted a rare loveliness to the prospect. The white outlines of the shells which formed the dear device o£ "Beecrolt, Mariner," above our cottage window, were delicately quaint and beautiful, and the memories associated with the sign, and the cold wind blowing upon my skin, calmed me somewhat. But still I seemed to be moving in a dream. T turned my eyes to my mother's face, and saw that it was as white as the falling snow. "Come in and rest," she plsaded. "Wait till the morning, Amos; then I will tell you all." "Wait till the morning!" I echoed, with, a laugh which "ounded strangely in my ears, it was so harsh and bitter. Huaven knows I had no cause for merriment. "Wait till the morning! That is good counsel at such a, time as this! No; love calls me elsewhere, and I must go. If there is anything to tell, tell it quickly, and without, further paltering. I can scarcely believe it is niy mother who is speaking to me, bidding me linger here, while love is tugging at my heart strings; or has she forgotten that I have a wife, and perhaps a child " I felt my mother's form sliding from me, and I caught her in time to prevent her falling to the ground. "Keep your senses about you," I muttered''roughly'between my clenched, teeth, "if you do not wish me to go mad before your eyes! It cannot be that you are purposely torturing me, and >3t you cannot know what 1 am suffering. Great God!" I cried, staggering at the agony of the thought, "is Mabel dead!" "No, my son," she said, faintly, "not that I am aware of." A sob of thankfulness escaped me. "Thank God!" I exclaimed. "Then what cause is there for this mystery? Mother, did you hear what I said just now? Am I a father?" "Amos " "Answer me in one word." "Mabel is a mother, my son." "And my child lives!" "When I last heard of Mabel, the child was alive." (TO RANK M'PART- LIN, one of the pitchers of the Toronto team, of tho Eastern league, is a New Yorker by birth, being boin on Feb. Ifi, 1872, at Hooslc Palls, N. Y. He stands six feet in height and weighs 180 pounds, when in playing trim, He learned to play ball with amateur teams in and around his native place, but did not start out in his professional career until 1894, when he accepted all engagement with the Amsterdam team, of the New York State League. It was not long before he was the pride of that club, and when he had pitched his team into the lend of the championship race, he became the hero of the enthusiasts of that village. It was his good work with the Amsterdams that led Manager John C. Chapman to sign him for the Rochester team, of the Eastern League', for the se'ason of 1895. Mc- Partitn remained with the Rochestors until July 15, when he was released. He afterwards signed with the Norfolk club, of tho Virginia League, and finished the season with the latter'a team, participating In sixteen contests, eleven of which were victories, three defeats and two tie games. Some of his best pitching performances while with the Norfolks are as follows: July 13, 1895, at Norfolk, against the Peter- burgs, the latter made only live safe hits, from which they scored three runs, this being his first game with the Norfolks; on July 20, at Norfolk, he shut out the Lynchburgs without a run, and allowed them only five safe lilts, while he himself was credited with making five safe hits, including a double-bagger; on July 31, at Norfolk, he retired twelve of the Portsmouth team on strikes; on August 21, at Roanoke, he held the home team clown to four safe hits and prevented'-them from scoring a run; on August 28, at Norfolk, he won an eleven-lulling game from the Roanokes; on August 30, at Portsmouth, he prevented the home team from making more than two safe hits off his delivery; on Sept. 2, morning, at Norfolk, he won another eleven- inning game from the Roanokes; and on Sept. 5, at Norfolk, he again shut out the Lynchburg team without a run, and held them down to six safe hits. Such records as these could not help attracting the ambitious manager who is always on tho lookout for promising young players, and he was, therefore, engaged by Manager A. C. Buckenberger for his Toronto team, of the Eastern League, for the season of 189(i. He remained with the Torontos until July 16, when he was released, and afterwards signed by the Springfield club, o£ the same league, where he finished the season. Some of his best pitching performances for last season were: On May 20 at Toronto he Weld the Wilkes- barres down to five safe hits, tho To- rontos winning by 5 to 1; on. June !!, at Toronto, he held the Buffalos down to five safe hits, and on July I, morning, at Toronto, he allowed the Bisons only four safe hits; on August 24, while a member of the Springfield terfm, ho pitched in a twelve-inning game against, the Buffalos, which was ended by darkness with the score a tie, each team having made only oiie run.—New York Clipper. .tune" 3 Without contest of the other League club, thus making it ah illegal contest, add almost certain to be thrown out of the record. This gafna has Ween formally protested by the Brooklyn ctiib. President Byrne says that not a club lit the League was asked to allow the game to be transferred, and that several magnates hare sent a protest to Nick Young. Now conies the New York club With a little 8cr<*sv. Says tlie "Herald:" The Cin^ cinnatl management wants Hanloh to transfer one of last week's postponed games to Cincinnati. Unless Brush withdraws his objection to the transfer of that extra, Louisville game to New York the Baltimore transfer will not go through. Next! Itntml a Star Outfielder. -Julius Knoll, one of the outfielders of the Detroit teanii of the Western League, was born Sept. 10, 18*5, at EvansVllle, Ind., and started to play the national game on the open lots around his home while still in his teens. His first professional engagement was with the Little Rock club, of the Southern League, In 1895, and this, loo, before his twentieth birthday, beginning the season as a member of Its team, but finishing it with the Nashvilles, of the same league, playing his first game with the latter on August 2. While with the Little Rocks Knoll filled about every position on the team except that of pitcher, and did good work in all of them. After being transferred to tho NaShvllles, he played mostly In centnv field. It was his excellent batting that led to his engagement with the Detroit club for the season of J.89G. Some of his best batting performances during the season of 3895 were as follows: June IS. at Little Rock, against the Memphis team, he made three home runs; July 23, at Mobile, he made foui WdULbU'f The bicycle fever strtick SUeta, fcfrt t did hot last long, says the "" County Leader, .tfrck Ross, aft 'arm Indian* traded his horse td , itlltua White man for a bicycle, veff mpatlently lie waited fof the tttttd l» ,'; Iry up so that be cottld tty.ltll fift* r - stced, Filially ohe day last week hi started out to make his first trial, w- ng down by the river, he selected a nice, smooth, grassy slope. After get* ing on and off a few times In the itemii graceful manner of beginners, be was finally firmly seated in the saddle, 'ana wabbled around in great sha.pi* tor fl time. But fate was alter hiiri. lH ItS* wabblings he happened to head the machine down hill toward the ,rivet", He was delight at the ease Ih Which < lie ran the machine, ahd did not flotlcs where he was headed until he, was about ten feet from the steep"bluff, l-hat hung right over the deep water ol the river-, but it was then too late. He , gave a wild yell, pulled back on the handle bars, and shouted "Whoa!" but to no avail, ahd at the next Instant Jack and the wheel made a graceful curve and plunged Into the deep, chilly water of the Siletz river. Presently, a very wet and thoroughly disgusted Indian crawled unto the shore, dragging a bicycle out after him, and now the wheel is again for trade. ty pying peace to him, "Amen," responded I, kissing her "BuUU la well, thinks be, There shall be my wore partings toftwesn M»4 wj}l, ybergyer J '§9» a 9^ y^' 'fee Jjppe'wajrm'fqr wp to js, four letters I wrote to * - rti_*.J_ J.*.114vt<y Viol 1 Apt AN ANECDOTE OF NELSON. Ho\v U« Wrote H"<1 So»l«<«l » Jitter AluKl 'Flying KlielU, Captain Mahan relates the following anecdote concerning Lord Nelson's letter proposing a truce to the Crown Prince of Denmark, dispatched in the midst of hostilities: The decks being cleared of all partitions fore and aft, and ail ordinary conveniences removed, Nelson wrote in full view of all on the deck where he was, at the casing of the rudderhead, standing; and as he wrote an officer standing by took a copy. The original, in his own hand, was put Into an envelope and sealed, with his arms, The officer was about to use u wafer, but Nelson said: "No; send for sealing wax and candle." Some delay followed, owing to the man's having had his head taken off by a ball. "Send another messenger for the wax," said the admiral, when informed of this; and when the wafers were again suggested lie simply reiterated the order, A large quantity of wax was used, and extreme care taken that tlie impression of the seal should be perfect. Col. Stewart asked: "Why, under so hot a fire and after so lamentable an accident; have you attached go much, importance, to a. pir* gumutance apparently trifling?'' "Had I »»&<*£} use pf $ w£ %,« repljed. Nel|pn, <'the wafer Wftuja hJW beefl pres,e»te4 h^ys' Alison, Too, Uncle Anson is skeptical on the problem of the four-time winners, and though the elderly gentleman hasn't auide any wagers thus far on the re- JULIUS KNOLL. safe hits, Including two triple-baggers; in two games at Nashville, August .10 and ]2, against the Atlantas, he made eight safe hits, including a double- bagger; in three games at Nashville, August 20, 21 and 22, against the Mont- gomerys, he made ten safe hits, including a home run and three double- baggers; in two games at Nashville, on the afternoon of August 24, against the Mobiles, be made six safe hits, including a home run; in throe games at Nashville, August 27, 28 and 29, against the New Orleans team, he made nine safe hits, including four double-bag- gers. During the season of 1896 he participated in sixty-five championship contests, and ranked twenty-sixth as a batsman, with a percentage of .flSti. His best batting feat that season was on May S, at Grand Rapids, when he made four safe hits, including a homo run. He has had many friends during his sojourn in the City of Straits, and everybody was pleased to see him with a Detroit uniform again thin season.— Exchange. Seilliloi'H Coiiillijf IIji. J, Earl Wagner, treasurer of tho Washington club, has at last made his first move In adding strength to his tfani by engaging Tommy Tucker from the Bostons, and this move has pleased the enthusiasts, as the crowd was better when it was positively PRETTY GIRLS, THEIR FUTURE. Pretty girls are delightful to look at and very nice to know, but there are a great many people in this practical workaday world of ours who have very tender spots in their hearts for the plain girls. While they may, and probably do, adore prettiness, they long ago learned that there are many pretty girls who base all of their ideas ot present success and future hopes on their good looks, and overlook the fact • that there are much more substantial things in the world than beauty, even though the world puts a very high value upon that most desirable commodity. It is a mlsfortunte to be pretty if one depends solely upon that fact for one's currency in society and one's material prosperity. The parents of beautiful children are often envied by their associates who have no children or only those who are ordinary looking and not spe-, ' dally attractive. But such parentti very often make the most comnlelo shipwreck of their children's liven by j their injudicious management and the very evident pride they take in the appearance of the little ones. They must not study too much, as that would make them dull and spiritless: They must not wear old or unbecom- • ing clothes, as that would detract from, their loveliness and mortify their pride. One woman, the mother or a very beautiful daughter, made the lives of her friends miserable by constant exhibitions of her child's attractiveness. She was always on the alert for some opportunity to draw comparisons between her daughter and other children, and ever, of course, .to the credit and advantage of her own. It is one of the greatest of blessings to be beautiful if one has judicious parents and friends and is carefully trained and taught the true,value or beauty and the advantages to be gained by its possession if it is supplemented and aided by good sense and good breeding. Everything that adds to beauty and tends toward its permanency has a high value in all of the relations of life. Whether it be a house, a horse, a work of art or a child, beauty adds in every way to its consequence. Physical symmetry and perfection are rarely found coupled with exquisite mental balance and a good stock of sterling common sense. But once in a while this admirable combination is discovered, and truly known that Tucker was to play, and j, Us price is above rubles. If parents his appearance on the ground showed that he was welcome. Tucker, as valuable j-layer as he is, cannot alone win the games, Give him some additional strength In the out and Infield, and Tucker will infuse In them all the ginger needed. Although Tucker has been sitting on.the bench for a month, he is as lively as a colt and full of ginger and his manner of playing first base for the Washingtons is something startling. ISd Cartwright, released by tlie Washingtons, is a hard-working player, and his deportment on the field is that of a gentleman, and he was a great favorite with the Washington patrons, and all wish him success, to we!; w&W ike Cl'own. pr|»pe; iferrai tb&t Hie letter urm ifnt'9$,itt ft 1 " i YftK lOUl* 10lvK«*8 T \YfWVC vvi t"p9WT~»* jrff.pmTf<*7- r .-,-- ~^r - •-. - i -• -, PRANK M'PARTLIN, suit of the pennant race for tlie bunting he said: "Before long I'm going to lay a few bets that the Orioles don't win the pennant. They struck their top speed last season, and I never in my life heard of a luckier team than this aggregation of Hanlon's. While I'm not one of the luck or clwnce blow philosopher's, still I must say that tho Orioles have jnet with less bard luck, that is, physical injuries, than any, team^hmj pyer won the pennant, As a t,earo I dcm't cqpsjaer them ag flue as ' Jimmy McJames has this to say of Harry Clarko, tho young Chicago university twirler, signed by Frank Selee for tho Bostoji team: "I went ahead of the Senators to Chicago, and on Wednesday last, when Clarke was working in practice with the Boston players, he was passing them, up to Marty Bergen, the catcher^ and I watched his delivery closely. He showed fine speed, admirable control, and has a speedy curve which he mixes up with a slow curve that breaks like a Hash in front of the plate. If he can control those balls—and he did the day I saw hjm wprk-r-be will prove one of the best pitchers in the major league," could comprehend the importance or bringing up these jewels of untold value in the right way, what treasures they might bestow upon an appreciative world! Tho diamond must be cut and polished by hard work and the severest treatment before it comes to its full commercial rating, and the finest gold must be tried in the lire, but these spiritual gems are allowed to come up and develop as they will, with no spe j cial shaping or forming save that which the vanity and weak affection Pf too partial friends give them. this is often given in a feeble, hearted way, and, to a great extent, because public opinion demands it. ju. many cases this weakness and folly a.ro so pronounced that the parents seem to think that everything in the way of isnorance, ill temper ami bad manners, must be allowed for if their darling lathe culprit. HOW inucb better it would be to be bright, lovely In spirit and. In-*, telligent in mind as we)l as beautiful' in'face and figure! Of UiM>illca|iolus Fiitlw Time, Stranger— You say J can start heres from Macon Wednesday and get io N.ew.| Orleans on Tuesday of the game How can tb,at Jiappeji.- Tlc¥e Well, you see, >-when you start ypu go by Hh,e time as l*40v« J[ tq New U}d. down ta get IP .W?
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