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Algona, Iowa
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THE UPPER DES MOlNEHt ALGONA, IOWA WEDNEBBAY AUGUST 11, 1897. CHAPTER XV. to throw the boy to him. She bends HE dark hours toward him. Lord have mercv- passed like a disturbed dream. Cries and sobs and prayers I heard, but indistinctly,as though I were in no way connected with them; they scarcely seemed to form part of the tragedy which was then be- ,-ng enacted. When I recovered my senses my first endeavor was to get to iny feet, but I found I was pinned to the deck, by reason of the mast having fallen across my body. I believed that I was otherwise unharmed, for it diil not appear to me that any of my bones were broken. But I was in this miserable position—I was lying with my face to the deck, and I could not see a yard around me. A faint light betokened that the sun was rising, and was making its way even into the dismal cave In which our ship was snared; otherwise I should have been in total darkness. I sighed in bitterness of spirit; the cup of happiness was dashed from my lips; all hope was gone. I should die without a word of love from my wife; for no power in the world could, at that moment, have convinced me that she, with my boy, was not a passenger in The Rising Sun. Had I not seen the likeness in little Bob's beautiful face? Had I not heard my wife's voice In the dark terror of the night? All my efforts to raise the weight which held me to the deck were vain, and I groaned aloud. "Are you alive, then, mate?" a voice asked. I managed to stretch forth my hand, and it reached the band of a man who was pinned to the deck by the mast, as I was. "Can you see?" I asked. "Yes; and that is all I can do." "Have you been conscious all the And at that moment we were sucked down into the sea. With the last words he spoke, the ship had reached :he water line, and sank in a wild whirl of waters. A prayer passed through my mind, and I believed my time had ?ome. But the mast which had held me fastened to the deck now proved to be my salvation. Immediately the deck was below the water the mast fioatci' off, leaving me free, and with the Instinct of self-preservation I struck ou lustily. I am a good swimmer, am shortly after I rose to the surface of the water my hands came upon a small piece of rock jutting up from the sea. Not knowing its size or extent, I obtained a risky foothold upon it, and, dashing the waters from my eyes, I looked eagerly forward. Surely it was by a special act of Providence that, amidst the struggling heads nnd limbs of the hapless drowning persons around me, I saw but one face, which rose like an apparition from the water. It was Mabel's face, turned toward the rock to which I clung, and in that awful moment we recognized each other. A look of convulsed joy, amazement, and terror—terror, as though she were gazing upon a being from another world —flashed into her eyes. Her arms were raised aloft, and in them was a child— my child, Bob! What was to be done in that dread moment of my life? If 1 plunged into the sea it would be fatal to all of us, for the drowning persons would inevitably clutch at me and carry me down with them, I decided instantly upon my plan. With one arm round the sharp rock, which cut into my flesh—but I did not feel it—I partially lowered myself into the water, and held out my other arm, which I judged would just reach Mabel, in the expectation that she would seize my hand and that I should bo able to draw her to my rock of refuge. But as I laid my hand upon my boy, Mabel fell ittle boy's heart. I pushed him aside retfully. "This is my son," I said, "for whom I've been searching these seven years past. I have only just found him. \ T o. I am not mad; I am in my right senses. But this is not the time to tell you my story. My wife lies there"— I pointed to the cave. "I might have had her but for you. Let me be. then. I suppose some of you can understand what a father's love, what a husband's grief, is in such a trial as this." "But don't you see?" the same man asked, and many of them looked at mo with sad eyes. "Come, be reasonable. We are dead beat. You are as strong as we are. Lend a hand to an oar. Nay, then, if you'll not believe, look for yourself." I allowed him to uncover the face of my boy, and the truth dawned upon me. "Bob!" I whispered. "Speak to me. my son!" I shook him gently; he made no movement. White and still, he lay in my arms. I put my ear to his mouth —to his heart; not a pulso replied to me. And then I saw that his limbs must have been cold and stiff for hours, and that I had been nursing a corpse. "My boy is dead, mates," I said, v;lth a strange calmness upon mo. "Forgive me. I didn't know it before, you see. My poor little Bob!" They turned their faces from me as I stooped and kissed Bob's white lips. Then 1 cried quietly over him a bit, and laid him nt the bottom of the boat, covering him with my shirt, which I look off for the purpose. "Let me keep him," I pleaded; "If we land, we can bury him ashore." "Ay, ay, mate," they said, softly. I answered them with grateful looks, SOY. "BOB" TAtLOK, ONE OF THE GREAT CHARACTERS OF TENNESSEE- Ho Wants to Ttro \'c»rs Cnri-cr — Ills lirolher rolltlrnl Unttlffl. <!t> to the Sonnto - Sketch of His AH nml Their night?" "All the night, worse luck. I have been envying you." "You need not do so. In what position are we?" "The ship is sinking; in a few minutes we shall reach the waterline." "And then?" He laughed bitterly. "You're no sailor, or you would not ask. And then? Why, then, Death—and I shall be glad to meet it. My two legs are broken." "I pity you, I pity you!" I sighed. "Are you strong enough to talk to me?" "Talking does me good. I shan't do much more of it in this world. What is it you want to know?" "Where are the passengers?" . "In the sea, half of them—out of their trouble. I wish I was out of mine. I've seen them washed away by twos and threes and half dozens all through the night. The sea would have taken from me, or was torn from me by a fierce wave, and sunk before my eyes. With my boy pressed close to my bosom, I dashed forward in desperation to rescue her; but I was swept away by a rush of whirling spars from the wrecked ship, and, without knowing how it happened, I found myself being drawn into a boat which was lying off near the cave's mouth. CHAPTER XVI. WAS told afterward that I struggled like a madman with were those saving who me; and I know it must "J have been because of the thought uppermost in my mind that I had no right to consider my own life while and, taking an oar, pulled with the strength of a giant, drinking the salt tears which ran down my face. I worked mechanically, and had no thought for anything but the body of my poor little Bob. Through the long hours of the night wo pulled, and when the sun rose we found ourselves in the same dismal plight. The wind was dead in our teeth, and the rocks loomed black and shadowy in the distance. Having aboard "only sufficient provisions for two days, it behooved us to find a refuge soon; and many a breath of thankfulness was drawn when, on the evening of the second day, we discovered a neck of land where wo reckoned we could put safely ashore. Some part of the beach was sand, but ver ytreacher- ous, as we presently learned, and some was rock. We rowed toward the sandy beach, and one man jumped out —too soon for his life, for he sunk before our eyes. The quicksands had swallowed him. With feelings of awe we pulled toward the rocks, and after some difficulty we effected a landing, saving, too, at the risk of our lives, what little provisions we had left. But in the landing, our boat was dashed to splinters. And there, rescued from the sea, we stood upon the rocks in safety, I with my little Bob in my arms, wrapped in my serge shirt. "Now for a lire," said one of the party; "I am perishing with cold. Let us collect some dry wood." OVERNOR Robert T a y lo r, recently mentioned as a probable successor to the late Isham G. Harris in the senate of the United States is one of the most popular of Tcnnes- seans. lie is southern to the corn There is in u c 1 oombast about the man, but he is as honest as politicians get to be these days. During all of his life ho liar stood up straight ns a trivet for Dem ocracy. He has never boon a back slider. Even when his party's candi ;late did not conform to his ideas 1 1884, 1888 and 1892, he swallowed it uncomplainingly. He is an inimitable story teller. He loves fried chicken better than a hound dog loves pot liquor. He drinks lit si whisky straight nnd he pulls off his hat to every lady that he meets. He can play the fiddle, he can ride a horse barebnck, and he can follow the hounds until the horn blows for breakfast the next morning. He knows the difference between n thoroughbred and fetlock stock, and he worships a blue eyed baby with a devotion characteristic of the mountain man. He can talk, he can sing, he can fiddle, and he can 'cut the pigeon's wing. He Is breezy and he is bright e Bob was defeated two year3 later by >ettibone. Then he returned home nd was nominated by the Democrats or governor. His opponent on the Republican ticket was no other than his distinguished brother Alf. It was called the war of the roses, and had the contest occurred a half century ago it would have been the most picturesque event in American politics. Alf made great race, but was defeated. Then went to congress and made a better reputation there than his brother who had preceded him had made. It is his ambition now to be a prosperous farmer in East Tennessee. For fifteen, years it has been Bob's desire to go to the senate. Once he was That was in 1881. result could be announced a vote that he could not spare was changed and Bob retired to one of the cloakrooms and spent the balance of the day in tears. The successful man was Jackson. He lias had the senatorial fever ever since that day. It was for this that he ran for governor the first time. It was for this that he took the nomination for the same office last year when he really did not want It. As a word painter he has no equal n Tennessee. Had he been contempo- atieous with William B. Haskell he vould hnvo rivaled that prodigy of tra- dltlonal oratory. CANNING AND PRESERVING* Directions tot Mrs. Korcr Given Tlmol.r Patting t'ji li' In the L/adies' Home Journal Mrs. S. T. Rorer writes on "Canning and Preserving." At the outset of her lesson she emphasizes the value of securing perfectly sound and fresh fruits, and the necessity of getting the cans and canning appurtenances in readiness lit advance. "To prevent breakage when filling the jars," Mrs. Rorer advises that they be slipped kettle of hot water, sidewise Into a rolling them so elected senator. But before the By a peculiar accident Taylor was elected to the forty-sixth congress. He was then to fame and fortune unknown, le beat Pettlbone, a carpet bagger from Michigan, not by his own strength 01 the strength of his party, but because ils brother Alf took the stump for him In congress Taylor was a general favorite. When he spoke the galleries listened. He got more notoriety be cause of a speech made by Genera Bragg of Wisconsin one night whci some pension bill that had been fath cred by Taylor was up tVu TltiR Vnt'K- Wu Ting Fang, the Chinese minis- .or, who is soon to be transferred from the American capital to Tokyo as Chinese representative In Japan, is a gentleman of education, culture nnd modern ideas. He Is perhaps the ablest man that has ever represented the Chinese government in the United States. He speaks English freely, and Is well Informed on current affairs and the politics of the world. The minister Is an English barrister. Ho Is a graduate of Lincoln's Inn, London, where he lived for several years. When he went to Hong Kong he practiced law In the English courts there for five years. His early education was acquired in China, where he held several high positions in the Chinese government. This is his first mission abroad, although he was in this country about twenty years ago on a private errand, He is a courtly, affable Chinaman, , ull u,,.. .„... and represents the very best class of for discussion his countrymen. He has a wife and a that every part may be quickly and uniformly heated. Fold a damp towel, place it in the bottom oi a pudding pan, then near the preserving kettle; stand a. jar on the towel, and if the fruit is small adjust the funnel; fill quickly to overflowing. Run a heated silver knife around the inside of the jar, to break any air bubbles that may have been caught with the fruit, and adjust the rubber, then lift the lid from the hot water and place it at once. If largo fruit fill with a wooden spoon, arranging the fruit so that the weight of one piece v/111 not destroy the shape of another. Fill to overflowing with the liquid, water or syrup, and fasten tightly. After sealing stand the jars out of a draught over night. The glass by that time will have contracted, and the lids will, in consequence, be loose. Wipe each jar carefully, and give the top an extra turn. Put away in a cool, not 'cold, dark closet. At the end of a week examine each jar carefully, without shaking or disturbing more than necessary. If you find thjti lids slightly In- dnnte'd, the contents free from air bubbles or froth, and the liquid settled, you may rest assured 'they will keep.' If you do not. find It so, open the jars to prevent bursting. Reheat the fruit, being careful to bring it to a boiling point and recan." me, too, but this cursed mast wouldn't a cuanc e remained to save that of my budge an inch. Airs well for them. Good-night." In his dare-devil, defiant mood, the man, whoever he was—for I never saw his face—actually sung these words. "For heaven's sake," I implored, "do not answer me in that reckless way. You have been conscious all the night, you say. Has anything been done with dear Mabel. But the men held me fast, and, when I was in the boat, began to pull away from brighter light. the cave into the the boats?" "Yes. One quarter-boat was launched, and got safely out of this hole, I think. The other quarter-boat was also launched, and it isn't known what has become of it." "Any passengers in the first?" , "A few." "Women and children." "Not likely. Men. Those who could scramble in first." "Mate, do you understand the position I am in. I can|t see a yard around me. I have a wife'and child on board. The brutes! the brutes! not to save the women and children first! There are women and children still on deck, are there not?" "Yes. You want to know if your wife is imong them. What sort of a woman?" "Fair, with light auburn hair, and blue eyes." "Yes, yes—I knew one wha the use of thinking, now that everything has come to an end?" Bah! Look, mate!" I cried, for I felt that we weie sinking fast. "Look, for God's sake! Do you see such a woman among those still left? And has she not a child with her?" "What business is it of mine?" he replied, groaning with pain. "My eyes are getting too dim to see. Stay, though, I can just make out a woman with fair hair But the world's full of them!" His pain must have been very great from the way he dragged out his words. ; "If I could relieve you, I would do so. Go on. Tell me what the woman is doing?" „ "She has a child in her arms "A boy?" "I should say so." "My boy—my son! Thank God There may be still a chance for them Ah, if I could but speak one word to them. Go on—go on." "She is leaning over the bulwarks- ah, I see what for. There is a spar in the water, and a man, with one arm over it, has lashed a little girl to it. J see—I see! He intends to try and save the lot of them. He is calling out to the women—I can not hear what he says—ah, I suppose he is telling her 'It's no use struggling, mate," one said. "If you've a spark of reason in you, you'll see that there's no hope of saving another life." They continued to pull doggedly away," and kept their hands upon me to prevent me from throwing myself into the water. Blinding tears came to my eyes and flowed over. I knew that it was vain to resist, and I knew besides that the few minutes that had intervened were fatal minutes, and carried death with them to the bright and beautiful girl who had become my wife, alas! how many Christmases ago! The mystery that had parted us would never now be made clear to me; but if anything could have comforted me at that awful period of my life, it was the belief that I still cherished in her faith and purity. Yet I looked sullenly on he cruel waters, repining, I do believe, ecause a miracle did not occur. Some comfort did come to me after a while. I had my boy, my darling on in my arms. Was it not almost jv a miracle that he had been given to ne after searching for him the wide vorld over for seven long years? "You ia ve still something to live for," a voice whispered to me; "be grateful, then." But I could not put by my sorrow so easily, and It was with mingled joy and grief that I hugged my boy closer to me, to keep him warm; for it was bitterly cold, and a mist had be<*un to fall, and was thickening every moment. No sign of life was on the (TO 11B CONTINOED.t Safe Course. An excellent reply was that once made by a Yankee pilot to the owner of a Mississippi river steamboat. The boat was at New Orleans, and the Yankee applied for the vacant post of pilot, saying that he thought he could give satisfaction, provided they were "look- in 1 for a man about his size and build." "Your size and build will do well enough," said the owner, surveying the lank form and rugged face of the applicant with some amusement, "but do you know about the river, where the snags are, and so on?" "Well, I'm pretty well acquainted with the river," drawled the Yankee, with his eyes fixed on a stick he was whittling, "but when yon come to talkin' about the snags, I don't know exactly where they are, I must say." "Don't know where the snags are!" said the -boat owner, in a tone of disgust; "then how do you expect to get a position as pilot on this river?" "Well, sir," said the Yankee, raising a pair of keen eyes from his whittling and meeting his questioner's stern gaze with a whimsical smile, "I may not know just where the snags are, but you can depend upon me for knowln' where they ain't, and that's where I calculate to do my sailin'. " A DAINTY PICNIC LUNCHEON. A ITainoui Cooklnsr Kxport SucBO Rt » Somo Appetizing Dishes. A goodly quantity of fruit, a box of well made sandwiches, some eggs and coffee, with a few lady fingers, will provide a comfortable luncheon and dinner," writes Mrs. S. T. Rorer, who nuggests a number of picnic luncheons in the August Ladles' Home Journal. "An alcohol stove, costing but'twenty- five cents, with two ounces of alcohol, will furnish boiling water for the coffee, and will cook a dish of scrambled eggs or make a Welsh rarebit. For cooking the latter an ordinary tin pie- 'dish will answer. The coffee may be finely ground and put into a cheesecloth bag in the coffee pot, all ready for the boiling water. Sandwlshes are the most appropriate form of food for picnics, especially the dainty, appetizing sandwiches made of home made white or whole wheat bread, filled with a mixture of chopped meat, daintily seasoned. An agreeable acquisition to a picnic, luncheon or supper is a salad made either from some green vegetable or tomato. Half a pint of mayonnaise dressing may^be carried in a jar, and the salad arranged on wooden plates. Vegetables and fruits serve as food and drink. Sardines, shrimps or salmon may bo minced, rubbed to a paste with a little lemon juice, and used as filling for sandwiches. Lemons for lemonade may be squeezed at home, the juice mixed with a proper proportion of sugar, four tablespoonfuls to each good sized lemon, poured Into a bottle and diluted at the picnic grounds. Condensed milk is easy to carry and will answer the purpose of either milk or cream." ., . WU TING FANG. sea; in the distance we saw the terrible coast-line, consisting of straight rocks of a tremendous height, affording not the remotest chance of effecting a landing. I scarcely remember how that day passed; I was in a stupor, lying at the bottom of the boat, whispering incoherent endearments into my little boy's ears. That he did not answer me did not surprise or hurt me; It pleased me that he should sleep so calmly during these cold and cheerless hours To awaken him would have only aroused him to misery. Toward evenlnc I became conscious that the In the boat were directing strange Something for Nothliiir, There is no form of deceit more like-* ly to occur than self-deception, and of all kinds of self-deception none are more tempting than the things which happen when man endeavors to get something for nothing. Nor iu it more reprehensible to get money in this way than it Is to get a reputation without giving an equivalent—in fact, there is more damage in the latter than in the former proceeding. All sorts of gambling arise from the desire to get something for nothing without rendering adequate recompense, stock gambling and the bucket shops and its fruits. The world is twisted and torn by its tremendous tendency.—Rev. W. I. Chase. than anything else that he ever did while in the house. Bragg gave Bob a cruel blow, and it took the Tennes- seean a long time to recover from It. In the course of his remarks General Bragg said: "I regret much that my duty as a congressman requires that I oppose the passage of this act granting a pension to this poor soldier who was shot to death with chronic diarrhea in 1861 and never found it out until 1881." As a deelaimer his friend Bryan is not a marker to him. While in congress Bob got the floor as often as the speaker would allow him. When he couldn't make a speech to his fellow- members he would go to the committee rooms and orate to the clerks. It was a passion for him in those days to repeat the celebrated speech delivered a half century ago by his famous family of charming daughters. Wu Ting Fang will be succeeded here by Lee King Ye. The MOOII'H Atmosphere, As to the question of a lunar atmosphere the eminent astronomers in charge of the Paris observatory, M. Loewy and M. Pusleux, appear to hold A Mystery In Camp. A New Brunswick contributor to Forest and Stream relates an odd experience that befell a Mr. Hunter while on a hunting trip. He was at Forty-nine Mile camp, and went out to look after his horses, leaving a candle burning on the table. In a few minutes he returned to find the room dark. The candle had gone out, it appeared; but when he went to relight it he found that it was missing. Mr. Hunter was startled, not to say frightened. Perhaps he remembered some •of the legends which attach to those sion to go out again and look after his team. When he came back the men glances toward me and my precious bundle. 'Come, mate," said one, "put aside that. We've enough weight in the boat without carrying the dead" "Who did you say is dead?" I asked, vacantly, pot understanding him, Their significant looks answered me, an4 one waft placed W§ hand 90 »y Purity. It would be easier to put the scales back again cm the wing of the butterfly than to restore the purity that has been stained by vice. Samson was the strongest man of his age, but he could not break the cords of his own lusts. —Rev. Dr. Gumbart. a- somewhat different opinion from wild forests. However, he lighted an- that commonly entertained by sclen- | other candle, and by and by^had ocea- tists. Admitting that the determination as to whether there is a very little or none at all Is not really neces- | -room was dark again and the candle sary, there are evidences, they conclude, that it must be very rare—not more than one nine-hundredth of the density of our own, the reasons why this must be so being as follows, namcy: That when the moon detached itself from the equatorial regions of the earth, it must have taken with it as a Greatness. No matter from what class of society, a roan springs he can he great, for, 1 after 9,11, greatness is hut Rev, Abbptt, ..*„» GOV. TAYLOR. uncle, Hon. Langton C. Haynes, which waa perhaps the' finest piece of oratory that ever fell from a southerner's lips. It was about the mountains a»d the valleys the streams and the skies, the sunshine and the starlight, the grass that grew beneath the , trees and, the birds that nestled ainQ&g; the .gone. This time, having lighted a third candle, he made a search of the premises. Nothing was to be seen. He put the candle in the table again, set his axe where it would be handy, and stepped into a corner. In a few minutes a flying squirrel came through the door, mounted the table, knocked portion of its materials some of the -over the candle, which went out as it fall, seized it in his mouth and started \vlth it for the door. material chemical elements of the earth, or,.at least those lighter ones that lay near the surface at the time, it being probable, however, that our planet retained the greater proportion of the gaseous envelope, Such being the case, the weaker provision of free gases fell to the moon, and this quantity would naturally dlmlnsh as the moon material began to solidify—the water would enter into stable combinations with the elements of the soil, and without doubt such minerals as gypsum and lime would be formed, which imprison the water within solid salts that are little affected by the play of natural forces. Reasoning similarly, Mr. Loewy and M. Pusieux declare that what is true of water Is true also of the air.—New York Sun. No Indications, Mr. Figg—"There is no telling how a boy may grow up. There is Tommy, for example, Who knows what he may turn out to be?" • M,. S- Figg—"He won't be a civil-service reformer if present indications count. When he found I had locked up the pie he cried for two hours."-— Indianapolis Journal. Bob always delivered it beautifully an,4 for a long time claimed H as hie of j^ B ? finally cQnfesse4 tha.t he ha <J ' " ' HU Idea ot Koowprny. She—Father says we shall have to at our wedding. He~WeU, be jpswrjsd l» the day Jlfnt , Oil on Troubled Waters Indianapolis News: A school teachep of South Bend, Ind., who did not believe In 'corporal punishment, but who was forced to correct some very noisy and unmanageable pupils, administered castor oil in large doses to the principal offenders. ^ralterW'Beg pardon, eir, have

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