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About The Sunday Oregonian. (Portland, Ore.) 1881-current | View Entire Issue (April 22, 1906)
THE SUNDAY OREGOXIJtXMitTIrAXlrrAMtH y-4-4,r A.Slfel HARRY was still lying on the ground and wondering what was to become of them, and his heart was faint as he thought of the loss they had sustained and what would be said about it In Coopcrsvllle, when Ned came back from his stroll and said: "J have made a And In the channel down below, and I want you to come along and overhaul It with mc." "What sort of a find?'"aske'd Harry as Tie sat up. "It's the wreck of a flatboat. I don't know how lone ago she was wrecked, but I should say it was four or five years. I can't t?ll what cargo she car ried, but we may make a valuable And." "If she hed been loaded"" with any thing valuable it would have been taken out of her," said the despondent Harry. "That's one way of looking at-it. If she had been wrecked as suddenly as we were, none of her cargo could have been taken out. All her crew might have been drowned when she went down. We have got no plan yet, and we might as well be overhauling the old wreck as to sit here lamenting." Harry followed Ned down to .the Jam ISOBEL IN THE storm ceased the day before they sighted the coast of Spain. Tho passengers gradually crawled to the deck again and the places at table slowly filled up. Most of the people looked pretty white and tired, but tho anticipa tion of seeing iand cheered them. lsobel was very glad to be able to get around without falling all over herself, and she spent a great deal of time look ing eagerly out that she might be tho first to see the line of the shore. But land was discovered while they were all stupidly sitting at luncheon and by the time they got to the deck it looked like the dim outline of a mountain. Later In tlie day they saw boats plying about, most of them sailing vessels, with trlangular-Bhaped- sails. The coast was very dismal, sandy and. barren, and ap parently there were no towns. Suddenly Isobcl's fathcr called to hor.J for the vessel had seemed to make a turn In its course. "Look," he cried, "there is Gibraltar!" Isobe and her mother hurried to tho side of the vessel and, sure enough, the big rock lay there. "What does it look like?" Mr. Strick land asked. Isobcllhought a moment. "Like a sleeping lion," she answered, suddenly. "Pretty good!" replied her fathcr, "and HE HAD ffll5HH?rfe COUNTING ' &&r JuM IoiCecPM and then gave fjuicK cxy of ptsure. and out on the logs. ."While they stood there their own wreck got loose from above and came Iloatlng down, and as she struck the jam she lifted the old wreck almost "out of the water and pushed her ashore. It was something that half a dozen men pulling at a rope could not have done. "You see what the current has done for us, andnow let's get aboard," said Ned. as lie led the way. "The cabin has been under water for two or three years, but it will soon drain all out and we -will see what sort of people owned the boat." "Her hold Is full of barrels of flour." replied' Harry. "One or more of them has burst open and you can see how pasty the water Is. You may have all we can "save." Half an hour later he was ready to recall that remark. "When the water had quite run oft they began to ex plore the cabin. The boat was a much larger one than "The Boy Partners" and It hud a cabin below decks Instead .of a shanty at the stern. They found n table, chairs, crockery and some clothing hanging up, but these things had been in the water so long that they were worthless to any one. There were three or four cupboards in the walls of the cabin, and the boys found the doors of all but one un locked. To get Into this one they had MEDITERRANEAN a lion lots of other nations would like to find sleeping, but England doesn't let him go to sleep. Let's have the glass and sec if we can make out any guns." There was a good deal of excitement on board, for signals were being floated from the mast and answering ones came from tho- .shore. The harbor was filled with boats darting to and fro. "I almost wish we were going to get off hero!" said lsobel. "I'd like to see the guns and things Inside the lion." But there was to be no stop this trip, and pretty soon the vessel was steaming ahead fast. By sunset all sign of land had disappeared, and they were plowing through deep blue waters. The sun went down In splendor and a big golden moon arose. Tho air was warm and the moon hung low in the sky, as it docs in tropical countries. "Isn't It Just like a storybook?" mur mured lsobel. "How I wish we didn't ha.vo to go to bed." But she almost fell asleep while she was saying the words, and her father had to prop her "UP to get her to her berth. A day or so later some rocky islands seemed to rise right out of the sea. and a few -hours later the ship turned slowly Into tho Bay of Naples. "Sec," some one cried, "there's Vesu vius smoking his eternal cigarette!" There he was. indeed, the great blue mountain with the fiery Insides looking so gentle today with the wreath of white smoke resting on his high crest. "It's lucky .for us he's come down to a 1 - 1 to bring down a small leg ant burst j the door in. Neither had hopes of find- ' ing anything ef value. aad whea Ned pulled away" the shattered door and brought out a. ji bx"both boys cried out In surprise: The' captain kept a Is pprs In this! box." said JCcd, "and we may Sad out j something about the "bout. It's aower-1 fill hurv. Ikmiirh fur aaW uml T f "c i- a .good Hft for either oae of us A "bue R . alr whispered HarryA "It's more likely to be brickbats." i laughs Xed. as he wrenched at the brass 'padlock. - The hinges of the box had been so ' weakened that they gave way and the J cover came off in the boy's hands. The next moment thev were loekln Cat each other and growing pale. Lying amidst j pasty substance were ram bright gold iilcccs, and It was two or three minutes before the box was upset on the deck and the money brought Into plain view. " . The pieces had been tied up In buck skin or leather bags, and the bags had rotted away In the water. The boys began counting without a word to each other. They were too surprised to speak. "I've got S750 here," said Ned when he had finished his counting. "And Tve got exactly the same," re plied Harry a moment later. "Oh. JSt4, can it really be money?" It's money, sure enoagh. This boat went down so quick that nothing could be saved. The captain must have been drowned at the time or he would have hunted tor and found the wreck. "And Is the money oHrsT "We'll talk about that by and by. Let's see about the cargo." The cargo had been composed of bar rels of flour, but when the beat was wrecked many barrels had been burst open. The others had been under water so long that their contents were only paste. The gold was carried ashore In the boys caps, and when they had re turned to their Are Ned said: "That boat belonged to some freighter or trader. There are no pa pers to tell who be was. and one might look around for years and not be able to find his rclallVcs, If he left any.. The wreck surely occurred three or four years ago. and I believe the money belongs to us." Harry agreed, with him. They were . honest boys, but had they gone about telling of their find some- one would have managed to. rob - them of It In some way. The man who lost his life and his gold at the same time" may have left a wife and children or. hft may not. But for their. own wreck and landing on the Islina'the old wreck would have finally gone to pieces and the gold found Its way to the muddy bottom. When it had been decided to keep the gold Ned said: "Let's bury .It at once. Wo shall be here until tomprrow. anyhow, and we can't tell who" will land here during that lime" A hole was dug. and the coins flung in and covered over, and it was hard ly ten minutes later when a aian-camo through the woods' from tho other channel, and seeing the fire and tho boys he came up to them and said: "Hello, now. but what are you boys doing hero?" and at the same time he cast his eyes around him so sharplj that had one of the gold pieces been in sight he must have seen It. He also looked like a man who would have pounced upon It and demanded more. (To be continued.) cigarette." said Mr. Strickland. . "It wouldn't be pleasant It he were puffing out Are!" And what a wonderful- bay It was! lsobel was busy every minute trying to real Ire that It was not a dream. The water was a marvelous sapphire blue. The shores were green, the houses of the towns, which nestled close to the water, were dazzling white. About the ship -on every side were small boats filled with gaily-dressed people, laughing, chattering and talking of their friends on board. Soon from one of these boats a song arose. The voices were gay and pleasant, and the song full of fun and brightness. The singers held up a big cotton parasol and lsobel and many others threw cop pers Into It. Mr. Strickland had remem bered to exchange his American money for Italian, and he supplied lsobel with the coins. "Aren't we going Into the dock?" asked lsobel. as she found that the vessel was slowly settling Into lis. place and the an chor had been let down. "No docks In Italy." Mr. Strickland laughed. "We have to go off In these small boats. Sure enough, thej- walked down the gangway Into a tub of a rowboat. their bags were put In "after them, and the curious, grinning, dark, little rowers pulled them across to the stone quay. Then they passed through the custom house, hired a shabby, little open carriage and rode away. The streets were narrow and filled with people. Children half clothed rolled In the gutters. Everywhere was poverty and dirt, and yet men and women and children all laughed and chattered as If they were the liapplest people on the earth. They came at last to the doorway of a big -hotel. The polite manager greeted them and showed them to their rooms. The rooms were big and cool, with high ceilings and cement floors. The porter threw open the heavy dark shutters and lsobel looked out. and then gave a quick cry of pleasure. Her fathcr and mother hurried to her. There lay the beautiful blue bay and. In full sight, the ship they had Just quitted. Vesuvius was opposite to them, the -gay boulevard ran below them and over all stretched the cloudless blue Italian sky. "Oh. It's so much better than the books sAld." murmured lsobel. I'm as happy as the Princess In the fairy story!" The PoseyYlllIans. Nixon Waterman in the Woman's Horn Companion. When we lived, down to Poteyvtlle. before we moved wo here To thli 'new bquse of our'n. tbxt I all o fine and quwr. II y p.'d e.t In hie fblrtklecvce didn't Jrnotr Jt irn't rtsht But sow mi makea him wear bit co&t, 'cause fhlrUleerea Jn't polite. Bometime pa ceU provoked at ma. and occe he Mid;- "Plarne take Tour city style! I atmott with Td never come to make That patent churn and i sat too rich to Ure In roej-vHe. If I had my war we'd "be poor asd llvir." back thrre tuL Pa "ys that he'd. Jutt like to know of tome rood reason why It ain't all right to -tio a knife when you're a-eatin' jle- , AndJ t'other May 3ie paid to at, "Jlt fnr as 1 eaa'aee t ' r , . Ifs-all a.rwate ot Hsb: t,HtIl jow Haters with a. is. - ' . Ma'i rot a brand new party dree, the first he' ever "wore. And when sa een her with it on he acted Ulnd o aore And said. Td like It better, setma to me. if you could chop About a yard right 3 the tall and sew It 'round the ton." And pa. he's sot a dret ut. too! Ue tried It on lart nJtht. And aald to ma. "Oh awful right? 'LUabeth! ais't I aa T may b wrosc. but I'm convinced It wouldn't do so hurt If I had wor of coat and vet and not o xnurh b'tled hlrf fSomeUme I wtb that we'd move back to where we llvd before In rweynn. for here I can't so barefoot any more Cue ma says it look countrified: but r he ays. y be. TtH. -wililt wiatrlfltd' t tjefyal -I a drl& for to e! TL niu WTsi- vr-i I . .ibee&reB,;9 .$kldgafe Creek va a faallv whieW" iual!fyl nf V-r asd bis wife aad tve Wi - these was ektx eddied. 0ae T wfae They were bh ashing, they w,a dead whale. Hea.il jig areand with a. strange-looking creature cry- ns on tack, n , . cMld A the wbsxel "Let us take It." They found that the creature on the back cf the whale was Indeed s, child. "but unlike aay .that they had everseen before. Its. finger nails were of copper and it was remarkably strong. When they took It home and set It to play with thetr youngest asd only surviv ing "boy the strange child began to- grow "with such rapidity Uhat in a. week's time It had changed Jnto . wicked-looking old woman, with beady little red eyes and such strength that she could go out and take a bear from the bear trap and tear It to pieces with her sharp copper nails. The whole family was afraid of the strange creature, but they didn't like to send her away, for they were gener ous people who had been born in Food-Giving Town. One day the witch child brought in, a salmon. The boy. whose name was Taxet. ate the flsh, for It was the cus tom among the people of Food-Giving Town for anybody who was hungry to help himself. When the witch-child with the copper flnugcr nails came In she declared In a rage that It was her salmon and that Taxet had no right to cat it. The rest, of the family were astonished. They had never heard of anybody acting that way before, and to this day the people who live on the shores of Skidegate Creek sing that the witch-child was the first person in this world who ever was stingy. The witch-child was a little bit afraid of Taxet's father and mother, but she watched for an opportunity to do the boy harm. One day when Taxet was out hunting he saw the witch-child running toward him. "Oh. ho!" she cried. "Yorrr father and mother have been drowned by the upset ting of their canoe. It was the whale, the dead whale, from whose back they took mc. that did it. He has come to life again and drowned them because they took me away from him. It was the spec- '- Johnny was visiting with his mother at a country farmhouse. Johnny had been told that, whatever he did. he must not go out in the road in front of the house alone, because a bad-tempered bull had broken out of his pas ture and was wandering up and down, chasing everything In sight. Even the farmers were afraid to o out with their teams. Johnny Immediately wanted to go ; out Into the road. Just because he had been told not to. He loitered around the front fence all day. and often as he was called away returned again at j Ihc first chance. ! The road looked very Inviting. There i was plenty ot yellow iriUd out there, which would make perfectly elegant mud pics. Johnny could, bear It no longer. He iooked around, saw there was no one to call him back, marched oat Into the middle of the road, and began to make mud pics. The fact that the. big bull might chargo upon him at any moment made It delightfully (danger ous work. Johnny was wearing a red shirt waist, which made a bright spot of color against the yellow road. He soon forgot all about the loose bull till he. heard a heavy bellow behind him. Johnny looked up. An awfully short distance away was the hull himself. Johnny sprang to hjs feet. The movement of the red shirt -! attracted tho bull's attention? HV gave a snort and a hideous bellow, and' with his tail up in ine air ana nis mead beat low came charging down Johnnv took to bis heels with scream after scream. The bellows: behind him, seemed to get closer ana cioecr. juau ny thought that he felt a. hot breath upon- his legs and Increased his screams. " Ceae .here, Johnny, run this way. quick!" The hired man waa coming across the field and had almost reached the fence. Johnny ran up. weak with fright, and the hired raaa lifted hla safely. over the fence Just as the ball came charging by. . Johnny wept aloud as he was placed In his- mother's arras. And now he stays where be Is told to stay. Ah Ideal SlalHtc. - - Hartford Times. The Connecticut law which Is the easiest- to obey and the hardest to break Is the statute which forbids a persen to catch more than 39 brook trout in one day. Klnc Siaowath. eC Ciwilf4Va. U free to vliit Pari, a 14 wlU briar wMh Tata. -a a null mmi "Tttesw. "lfja4lasT a ft 1 cfcti Itaattt ei" 7ffw y. . 1 TAXET SLID IX) WN" THE MOONBEAM INCLINE. j JOHNNY AND THE- BULL ler icb&K thevcre&t white sen bT ta Northers. IJaU, aad I aat Ma child! I wia attaiak yea far e4tter my ,",,., CTI tipped iinxers stretched out to tear aba te ateees. Taxet looked around.. There was ae tree te climb and no reckr te hide him. . - - He was 'In the midst ef a. plain of tundra-land and there was only the plain arau&d him and. the sky arching over his head, tjalck as thought Taxet drew his hew xad shot aa -arrow clear up until It struck the sky. Then he let fly another, which stuck in the notch of the secead. aad so he kept the arrows flying, each sticking Into the notch of the oee shot befe-re It. until he had a ladder reaching almost to the ground. Placing his bow in the end of the chain of arrows it became a ladder, up which tbe'cUcnbed as -fast as he could to the skyV Then he kicked the ladder away oelow;hlm. When "he -looked around after kicking away the ladder of arrows Taxet fo&nd that he had climbed up "into the The man In the moon received him very cordially, asd gave him a house forlive In. But Taxet found that every time he went Into the house he -went tar sleetx So after. & while he aid to the man in the moon. T would like to go back to Skide gate Creek. I don't want to waste all my time In sleep. Can you send me back?" The man In the moon said he guessed he could manage It. but what would he do with the. house? "Well." said Taxet. "let It be for aU those who are killed in battle and all those who are tired and weary with work." "Alt right." said the man In the raeen. That night the man in the moon made a strong slide of moonbeams and let It down to earth. It struck between two rocks Just off the beach of Skidegate Creek. Taxet slid down the Incline and came to his home again, where he lived ever after and became a great chief. The people along the shores of.the creek speak of Taxet's house to this day the house of sleep and Just above Skidegate village are two large rocks, almost cov ered at high water, which mark the place where Taxet came down on the moonbeam slide. The natives say that when the moon 'Is full and the tide high any one who paddles his canoe between these two rocks can look up and see the shining Incline still extending down from the sky, and they call It "Taxefs trail." PUNISHED BY THEMSELVES "Walter and Jennie I" called nurse. "You Walter and Jennle-e-e! Jennie and Wal-ter-r-rr There, was no answer. She walked around the yard, looked Into the play house, visited the sandplle and peered behind the evergreen hedges and the rose bushes no Walter and Jennie. She walked around the house and came to the front again, calling loudly every few steps. She. looked up and down the street, then walked slowly back to the bouse: At the top of the steps she turned and called once more: "Walter and Jen-nle-e-e! - The wind rustled the leaves la the trees, and tho clematis vines scraped on the side of the bouse, but there was no an swering C$11 for the twq children. Walter and Jennie were twins. They were playing In. the yard when they heard nurse coming out of the house, calling them. They did not. want to come in. and so they ran for the leafy mulberry tree. Walter climbed upon a. Iow-hanglng limb and palled Jennie -up beside him. There they s&t and clasped each other in gleo as nurse walked through the yard, calling them -and 'Wondering where they were. .They thoaght It great fun to watch nerse: pass rbjht.uader them witbeat ever' seefagr thexi. , . As; soon-as nurse was safely back in the coos; they slipped down from the tree and began their games again. They played for an hear before they grew tired. They thoBjfhx that saw they would go sjwb&t mirs wanted! In the hail they met" her face t face, "JVbere .ha.ve yea., two children.. hea? she exclaimed. "Oh 'weTseh jaa't aymg,Tthey aa sweftd. . v J ""Didn't yea 'hear me calling ysu a while. ageT." aaktd nurse. i . Walter and Jennie husg their heads and 'made na, answer. " " "Well, -your papa, came bv iJhls 'uVe- raohCe t s -take" yoor 'jmrnprn. jOgzTl or yoa cauaren ear. ior-a-Tinr xmyare go ing eat lata the waedaa eac&laefceoa tsers." They took. Johnsy and Mary asd Dorothy. buL ywJi JWt;"ftsswr whea I called you, ae they had ts go on without' you . Walter" and Jennie wept long aad hard, but it wis too late. Ant new, when nurse calls. Walter and Jessie .answer. JJmmle'8 TJacte's-Grcat Shot. Jlmraie thought his Uncle Tom waa the mat wonderful person In the world becaTBse he- often came te the house wearing a hunting coat, carry ing a real double-barreled shetgan la eac haad. and -a bac ftf biratacla. the ether. 4 U.UaelerTMt .caaid .tha.-aact aeatlar stories that a bey ever heard. "My! ily!" gasped Ajax to Jewel, his wife, '"These are the carpets for us, bet your life! They are soft to the touch like, the new fallen snow, And our paws will sink in them two inches or so." "And the patterns," chimed Jewel, "are really divincj The roses, the leaves and the background so tine. How little Goo-Goo will roll and will roar "When Powers has fitted them to our cave floor." When prices they asked their faces looked sunny, For POWERS is the store that saves you money. "What w;cre the most birds you ever killed at ono' shot. "Uncle Tom? asked Jlmmle one day. Uncle Tom thought a minute, and then said: "Twenty-seven." "Twenty-seven!" exclaimed Jlmmle, "Whoopee! How did you manage to do It, Uncle Tom? What kind of birds were they real big birds?" "Beat, big birds,? Well. I should say so," replied Uncle Tom. "You see, I was coming home late ono afternoon, after hunting nil day without any luck ,at alk I happened to look up In a Joy in the Little Wire Cage HIS name was Joy, and that is what ho was. Indeed, to the little lady who worked all day by the other window. She looked up now and then ana smiiea to see him teeter on nis swing In the sunny open casement, and sing as If Heaven itself had opened for him. He was truly an embodied Jo this tiny yellow bird, singing In his gay little brass prison. He did not know It was a prise n, for he had been born In a cage, brought up anf educated In a cage, and If the little lady bad let him fly away, It is dreadful to think what might have hap pened to him out In the great city. So Joy lived In his cage and sang there, and the more he sang the harder the little lady worked, for there was money to be earned, and more than herself to care for, asd Joy helped her, as Joy always helps everybody. Hla song was cot loud cor shrill; It be gan with .a dreamy, faraway tremble, as If somehow In his little brain there lived a memory ot the sunny, tropic Isle where his grandparents were born. Then came a clear call, as if he were calling hla mate; then a long, wild trill of ecstacy. as if he were too full of gladness to live; It seemed as" If his little body must shatter to pieces with the vibrations. Then, at the last came one more sweet, plaintive call, and when all was done he gave three soft, questioning notes, 'as If he asked the little lady if he had done well. And she .would answer him: "Yes. little Joy. It waa beautiful." and they would talk back and forth, he an swering her every word. Oh, they took great comfort together, these two. and the little lady often asked herself .which of them earned the money for their bread and butter. Not that Joy did eat bread and butter. No. he dined on the choicest of seeds and the sweetest of loaf sugar and the clear est of water, and the most delicious of green peppers; and besides all this, every morning a leaf of crisp lettuce. Oh. he was a "well-kept bird, with his sanded floors and his polished perches. But Joy and the little lady were not the only ones who lived In the little sky parlor. There were other tenants, and out of these grew a sorrow for the little lady. There was a family, of mice that lived In a tiny nest behind the partition ing. It was reached through a hole by the steam pipes. At night, when the little lady was asleep, they would como out and go to the kitchen-end of the room and help themselves to tho crumbs that had fallen on the floor; and they wouldn't have stopped short at the crumbs If tho little lady had not been very careful to keep her eatables under cover. The father mouse grew so tame that he used to come out In the daylight and search In the waste basket, and after a while he would stop In the middle of tho room and sit up and listen to Joy's sing ing as If he. too. enjoyed It. He looked so pretty that the little lady could not hear to set a trap for him. Perhaps father mouse told mother mouse about the bird. Something surely gave her the Idea. You see she had a fine, premising family ot baby mice. Just weaned, and food must be found for them, and the little lady was so very particu lar, you know, that it was hard to find enough for all. So mother mouse thought: "That bird ANB THEY WOTjt TALK RACK AND f ORTK. CahiSts tree, and on one limb I saw twenty seven wild pigeons, .all sitting In a row. I raised my gun to fire, but did not hope to get more than two. or maybe three, at the moat. "I blazed away, and what do you (upposc happened? The shot split that limb, and the toes of every bird on It caught In the crack! It was the last load I had. and so I climbed tho tree, cut the limb off with my hunting knife, slung It across my shoulder and marched" home with the limb, twenty seven birds and all." gets all he wants and more." That night she visited him and found plenty of seed in hh cup. It was very good indeed. To bo sure Joy did not like her coming and fluttered a little, and the little lady won dered at the empty cup next morning. The next night mother mouso decided to take her whole family with her. When tho little aldy was fast asleep mousey led them all eight of them up the wall and down the chain that held the cage. and soon they were busy with the s-jods, making the shells fly. Then Joy woke up. It was dark, and his cage was full of little gray furry ghosts scattering seed shells far and wide. Ho did not understand, and a fear grew upon him. an unreasoning, terriblo fear ot something vague, and awful, and he cried fahti fluttered madly against the bars of his cage. He must get away from those gray somethings. Ob, little lady, why did you not waken Said Tommy Puss: "Ah! this Is nice! To find mV Jars all full of mica Preserved In augar and In 6plce!" And bo he ate and did; not know That ma was standing Just below Prepared to fill him full of woe. That night he thought: "Well, I know tnlst This morning Ignorance was hllas!" when your Joy cried out to you? Why did not your'dreams tell you of the gray furry ghosts, who were doing their wrong so Innocently? It was too late when morning come. The little lady woke and wondered why Joy had not sung his dawn song. She looked In his cage, and found an empty seed cup, and a little bird who never would sing any more. Her Joy had gone, and in his place there brooded a sorrow. Sec Rogers About It. j Philadelphia North American. "Fourteen cents a. gallon Is too much for oil," waa Sir. Rockefeller's indignant message to his JLakewood grocer, on re ceiving his bill. So it is, John, about 6 cents too much. Giraffes and anteaters each have toncues nearly two feet In length.