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THE SUNDAY OKEGONIAN, PORTLAND', FEBOTAEY 11, 1900.
WRECKS OF THE CENTURY
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Annals of the Sea.
The world's great ocean liners are prac
tically independent of the elements, owing
to the ingenuity of engineers. The sea is
mapped out almost to the square yard,
and modern, instruments enable a snip's
position to be found to a length. Such is
the strength, of hulls that storms can be
defied. With one exception that of f ogs
our ships would he almost as safe in any
part of the ocean as in drydock, could the
men who command them be depended
upon never to make mistakes. But so
long as man is as he is now, he is bound
to make mistakes, sooner or later; and
it Is to man's mistakes that we owe some
of the terrible catastrophes which the
shipping world has had to do with. Mis
calculations of position, due to insufficient
allowance for known currents, the mis
taking of .lights, or gross carelessness,
would account for nine-tenths of the great
wrecks of the century, even Including
those which took place before the days of
giant steel hulls built in water-tight sec
tions and all the gamut of modern ship
building improvements. In these great
disasters fire has played almost as im
portant a part as water.
The last century closed with a holocaust
which ha hardly been equaled since, and
iiever surpassed. When the British flag
Ship of the Mediterranean squadron, the
Queen Charlotte, was, on March 17, 1800.
passing the Leghorn, a match, whloh had
been lighted, ready to fire a signal gun,
fell upon some hay stored on the gun
deck. Before an alarm could be raised,
the ship was blazing from stem to stern,
the names bursting through portholes
and hatches and ultimately firing the rig
ging. It was futile to think of launching
the boats, and the Queen Charlotte burned
to the water's edge. The magazines blew
up, sending W of her crew of 850 men
to their last muster.
Bates, by Sharks.
Somewhat similar, but Infinitely more
horrible, was the fate of the men on
board the Ajax, of 74 guns. She was lying
off the inland of Tanedos, in 1S97, when
she caught fire. In a moment, the rlg
Sing and boats were in flames. Another
-danger awaited the men. The sea was
lull tof sharks, and the men, as they
plunged, from the burning ship, fell a
prey to these monsters, upwards of 500
men being killed by them or burned to
Perhaps the year 1611 has never been
equaled for losses In the British navy.
In December a British cruiser, the Sal
danha, was off the west coast of Ireland,
with a crew of over 899 men and officers.
Late one evening, a fearful gale swept
across the Atlantic, and-in the pitch dark
ness some fishermen declared they saw
flashing lights traveling up Lough Swllly,
at a tremendous pace. These lights, it is
suggested, belonged to the Saldanha, but
what really became of her, where and
how she sank, was never known, for not
a man of her 600 odd who composed her
crew survived that storm. A few nights
later, the Mth in the same month, three
more ships of the English navy went to
the bottom. The St. George, a 74-gun ves
sel, the Defence, a 64, and the Hero were
wrecked off the Danish coast, resulting In
a total loss of life of over 3000 men. Only
IS men managed to reach the shore.
Among the shipB that have gone down
during the century, with many of their
crews and passengers, was the Birken
head, of Bngland, the wreck of which will
eer be forgotten. She was a transport
and emigrant ship sailing from Queens
town to the Cape, with detachments of
the Twelfth lancers, Second, Sixth,
Twelfth. Forty-third, Forty-flfth and Six
tieth rifles. Seventy-third, Seventy-fourth
and Ninety-first regiments, and a large
number of women and children. The sea
was calm, and the ship was surrounded by
a large number of sharks. Suddenly she
struck on some hidden rocks.
Cenragre and Discipline.
No need to toll again the story of the
Mgh courage and discipline shown by offi
cers and men. Orders were issued with
the most perfect oomposure and obeyed
with alacrity and without a murmur. The
loats were lowered, and room found for
fie women and children, who were nearly
z.1 safely landed. The GOO men, the sol
diers and crew, who had hastily rushed
en deck, in answer to the drum, calmly
awaited tfcetr fate, when they saw the
women and children out of danger. In
la f an hour, the ship went down, the
men being fiung Into the water amongst
11:3 sharks. Few of these brave fellows
ei cr reached the land, which was only a
hort distance away.
The wreck of the Medusa, a convict
s' p, was terrible and loathsome. The
to'al number of the crew and convicts
en board was over St. She was an 111
1 -ted vessel. First, the "passengers" mu-
" xcd, then provisions ran short, and
-.ally a fire broke out, and she burned
13 the water's edge. All took to the boats
el hastily constructed rafts. The boats
R re never heard of, aad only one raft,
t i three live men, mere skeletons, was
Z- ked up. Their story was soon told.
-.ginally there had been a party of 139,
" " water giving out, the stronger con
. Is murdered their weaker feWow-prls-c
i and drank their blood.
T or wrecks sit sea, 19E4 was almost as
rnble as JUL The Quebec, from Uv
ool to Quebec, with $00 peo
3 on board all, save the crew, eml
c ts went on the rooks at the Western
nds, and 4M souls were lost In the
e -ne month, January, a second emigrant
t P, the Tayleur, for the same port, had
c y left Liverpool & few hours, when,
' a dense fog. she struck on Lambay
I- jids, about Mves being lost. On
T nh 1. the City of Glasgow left Liver
r 1, with a crew of 8 and 404 passengers.
" 'ipre and how she went down was never
1 wn. for she disappeared completely,
- v a trace of her, no spars, boats, or any-
lg ever being picked up. Next month,
Favorite, from Bremen to Baltimore,
a -s run Into by the Hotspur, la the Bng
: i channel. She settled down iraraedlate
: taking with her nearly 3W passengers.
1t troopship Lady Nugent salted from
Madras on May 10, 1S64, with the Madras
light infantry. She foundered In a hurri
cane, with 360 soldiers and "50 of the crew.
t Eleven Transports "Wrecked.
During a storm which raged. In the
Black sea from November 13 to 16 of the.
same year, 11 transports were wrecked,
between 300 and 400 Uvea being lost. The
steamship Prince went down, with 144
souls and a cargo worth $300,000. which
was much needed by the British army In
the Crimea. An American troopship left
New York, with some 500 odd soldiers, for
California. Just off Florida she was struck
by a huge wave, which carried away 260
of the passengers and crew.
The Pacific left Liverpool for New York
January 25, 1S55, with nearly 200 people on
board. She was never heard of again.
The Royal Charter, carrying, besides her
crew, some 450 returning emigrants, was
totally wrecked off Moelfra, on the coast
of Fuglesea, October 25, 1S59. She went on
the rocks in about three and a half fath
oms of water, and a great wave cut her
right in two. Nearly 450 lives were lost.
and bullion of the value of $800,000 went
down. The larger portion of this money
has since been recovered.
The City of Boston disappeared, with
out leaving any trace. In February, 1870,
on the coast of Cornwall, a board was
picked up, upon which was cut the
name. City of Boston, with a statement
that she was sinking, but whether this
was genuine was never discovered. Out
of about 1000 passengers and crew on
board the steamer Atlantic, of the White
Star line, 560 were lost when she struck
the Meagher rock, west of Sambro, on
April 18, 1S73.
Foundering of the Pacific
November 4, 1875, the steamer Paclflo
cleared at Port Townsend for San Fran
cisco. She was commanded by Captain
Howell. A large number of miners from
the Casslar mining district, in British Co
lumbia, were bound south, with their ac
cumulations of not only that year, but of
previous years, and many took passage on
her. From all accounts, she had a pleas
ant passage down the Straits. At 8 o'clock
In the evening, a crash was heard by the
unfortunate passengers, and all who could
escape from their staterooms rushed on
deck, where they found that the steamer
and a bark, the Orpheus, Captain Charles
W. Sawyer, had come In collision. With
in five minutes the steamer sank, with her
600 people. Out of the crow and passen
gers but two souls were saved Nell Hen
ley, a quartermaster, and Mr. Jelly, a.
passenger. The bark was wrecked Im
mediately afterwards by going ashore at
Barclay sound, mistaking the' flash red
light at Barclay head for the fixed white
lights at Cape Flattery.
Old-timers at Victoria, B, C, who re
member well the wreck of the Pacific, tell
some peculiar happenings of the terrible
disaster. A Miss Palmer, daughter of
Professor Palmer, a well-remembered mu
sician of Victoria, was a passenger on
tbo Ill-fated steamer. It seems she had
a presentiment that she never w ould reach
San Francisco, where she was to com
plete her study of music. She was en
gaged to a young man who lived on San
Juan Island, and told him that she did
not believe she would ever see him again,
but if she did return, her next trip would
be to visit the home of her intended.
Kept Her Word.
When the steamer sank, the body of
Miss Palmer drifted from the ocean into
the Straits and was washed ashore on the
beach at her lover's home. He found the
body among some driftwood and placed It
In a boat and rowed across the Straits,
bringing her home, as well as giving the
first news of the wreck. Another strange
thing was that of all the freight and bag
gage on board, only a few articles came
ashore, yet among them was a box con
taining the negatives of photographs
taken by the Canadian Pacific engineers
In their preliminary surveys. They were
returned to the company. Several bodies
were found as far up as the Gulf of
Frank Campbell, sr., who ran a cigar
store In Victoria for years, always hung a
picture of the Pacific on the bulletin
board In front of his store, when the date
that she sank rolled round.
The Great Queensland sailed with 569
persons for Melbourne, on August 5, 1876.
She had a cargo of gunpowder which. It
Is supposed, exploded, blowing the ship
and passengers to pieces. Some of the
wreckage was discovered a week after-
; wards, near FInlsterre.
Her majesty's ship Eurydlce, a frigate
training-ship, capsized near Ventnor, In
March, 1878. About 828 officers and men
were on board. Only one man was saved,
who said: "The ship went down in a sud
den squall. I was one of the last on
board. I was an hour in the water, and,
being a good swimmer, tried to save sev
eral, but, finding four men were clinging
to me and dragging me down, I had to
kick them off."
Just six months later the Princess Alice,
with about 900 holiday excursionists, col
lided with the Bywell Castle, and Immedi
ately sank, nearly 700 people, mostly wom
en and children, perishing. The Princess
Alice, one of the largest saloon steamers
and a great favorite on the Thames, was
returning from Sheerness In the evening
when the disaster occurred.
October 10, 1882, near Sand IslantJ, faj -the
Pescadores group. There were nepyV 150
persons on board, of whom only 23 were
saved. Another disaster marked the
course of the same year, the British An
chor line steamer Roumanla being wrecked
off Gronho, on the coast cf Portugal, on
October 28, while on her way from Liver
pool to Bombay. There were 115 peoplo
on board, no less than 106 being drowned.
The record of 1893 was peculiarly sad.
The Mediterranean flagship Victoria sank
by collision with the Camperdown, on June
22, Admiral Tryon, 22 officers and S60 men
being drowned. The Union steamer Wal
rarapa, from Sydney to Auckland, was
wrecked on Great Barrier island, eff New
Zealand, on October 29, 1S94, with a loss
of 125 lives.
"Wreck of the Elbe.
Probably the most appalling wreck of re
cent years was that of the North German
Lloyd steamer Elbe, run Into by the Cra
thle, on January SO, 1895, and when 331
lives were lost. The Elbe was on her way
to New York, from Bremen, with 354 people
on board. The Crathie which, It will bo
remembered, cleared off immediately after
0, RARE "JANE-MARY"!
WHY COMEST THOU OS EARTH TO
BEGUILE MORTAL MAX?
Be Merciful Unto Us, "Wretched Self
Hero Worshipers That "We Arc,
for We; Are at Your Feet.
Jane-Mary Is endowed with that most
precious gift of the gods charm, and
charm Is Indescribable. Her eyes, full of
llcVif n-r eVindow. na hfr mnnfln vnrv aro
sweet to look Into. Her vpice is low, "an . ment, spoken or Implied, and who j cared
' nnf in Imrtroaa tm nrnrlrl 'Wltn their SDe-
excellent thing In woman." Her mobile
Mark Anthony. Rather, It was Cleopatra,
high priestess, with swinging censer for
their altars of self-hero worship, whom
they adored through perfumed clouds of
Incense that concealed her repulslveness.
When Judith stood revealed, in all her
beauty, at the door of her tent. It was
probably her "Hall to the hero!" greeting
that baited the fatal trap. And one can
well believe that Delilah's lullaby to Sam
son was a chant of his great deeds.
Diana of Poleteurs and Madame de
Malntenon are examples of this same
power that outlives, or even dispenses
with, beauty the power to erase self
and minister to this almost universal
weakness of mankind.
Almost universal may seem a sweeping
term. Objection may Be raised and many
oxamples cited of austere, cynical men
men who despised even deserved compli-
ON ST. VALENTINE'S EVE
not to Impress the world with their spe
ln1 atvln rtf pen. But the fact I
face, quickly responsive, as the talk varies i ms:ilns that, however rough the bark, or
"from grave to gay, from lively to se- ftoueh the fiber, there Is pretty sure to bo
a grain of this weakness at the heart,
after all. , ' .. .
Diogenes, prince of cynics, would, no
doubt, have thrilled to hear some pretty
vere, is most attractive. Mature nas Be
stowed beauty of form and color on Jane
Mary with no chary hand. Yet all these
do not account for her charm. .
MISCHIEVOUS PRASK BY CUPID
DONEsOX LOVELORN MAIDEN.
Finding: of Hidden Missive Works
Discomfiture to City Youth, and
Happiness to Country Swain.
HE HAD QUITE CAUSE ENOUGH TO TURN WHITE.
ml fl BWSBMmlSmL I j u M " i HSMii Mill 1
"WTiad's de matter wiv Mose Jackson?"
"Deacon SmlfTs parrot roosted wlv his chickens, de odder night, an' Mose grabbed him by mistake,
scared Mose so ho tunned white, an' he ain't got his color back ylt." New York Herald.
De parrot yelled "Murder 1' an' It
The Sir John Lawrence, In 1S8G, with
736 passengers, foundered with all hands,
after leaving port. The circumstances of
the disaster are still shrouded in mystery,
as no one survived, and none of the wreck
age, was picked up. In the same year the
Pearl and Kapunda sank, with nearly
1000 people. The following year, the two
ships, Manchuria and Wah Yong. went
down, with upwards of 00 Chinamen and
Hindoos on board.
One of the most peculiar accidents mat
occurred at sea during the past few years
was the breaking down of the starboard
engine in the City of Paris, on her oyage
from New York to Queenstown, on March
26, 1S90. The inflow of water was so great
that the fires of the other engine were put
out, and tho vessel was left helpless some
distance off Queenstown, where she was
due the next day. There were nearly 700
passengers on board, besides a crew of S70
hands. A lifeboat was launched and rowed
to Queenstown. Help was obtained by the
2Sth lnst, and the City of Paris was then
towed to port. In spite of the precarious
condition In which the vessel lay for three
days and nights In the ocean, not a single
life was lost
Out of 830 Italian emigrants and a crew
of S) hands, nearly 600 were drowned by
the sinking of the Utopia, which collided
with the ironclad Anson, riding at anchor
In the bay of Gibraltar, on March 17, 1S9L
i The P. & O. steamer Bokhara sank on
the collision, without giving tho slightest
assistance to the sinking passengers and
crew, was arrested at Rotterdam, where
the court adjudged her solely responsi
ble, and awarded $565,500 damages to tha
North German Lloyd Company.
June, 1895, was memorable in the annals
of the sea for the loss of the Drummond
Castle, of Ushant Captain W. Pierce,
103 of the crew and 147 passengers were
drowned. The most perfect order pre
vailed on the Ill-fated vessel after sha
struck, and the officers and crew displayed
the utmost heroism In saving the -women
and children. In recognition of the kind
ness of the inhabitants of Molene and of
the very sympathetic village cure, a sub
scription was raised fn England, with
which a church clock and steeple were
erected at Ushant and presents made to
The melancholy record for 1897 Included
the troopship Warren Hastings, which
went down off the Isle of Reunion, and tha
P. & O. steamer Aden, -wrecked off Soco
tra, in the Indian ocean, with 92 of the
passengers and crew, 45 lives being saved
by the Mayo.
La Bourgogne, a French liner, in 1S9S,
bound from New York to Havre, going
at great speed, 160 miles north of her true
course, collided with the Cromartyshire
off the coast of Nova Scotia. There w.ere
508 passengers on hoard, of whom 447 were
drowned. Only one w oman was among the
saved. Of the crew, 223, 119, Including the
In the harbor of Tacoma, January, 18M,
the ill-fated British sailing vessel Ande
lana (four masted) turned bottom-side up
during a gale. All of the ship's men were
asleep at the time. The captain and 14
of the crew were drowned, the cook, who
was ashore in Tacoma taking In "the
sights," being the only survivor.
The Pacific coast, so far. has heen for
tunate in the matter of wrecks and loss ol
life, that on the steamer Pacific being tha
greatest loss of human beings ever occur
ring on the coast, according to marine rec
ords. One consolatory fact emerges from thesa
distressing records. It is only In the rar
est cases that the crews have not acted
with coolness and courage, which reached
their supremest expression In the case ol
the Birkenhead. The case of La Bour
gogne probably stands alone In the fact
that while only 61 of the vessel's pas
sengers were rescued, 104 members of the
crew survived. Charges of cowardice and
incompetency were sustained against tha
officers and crew of La Bourgogne.
An Ode to the Orgrnn.
O hand-organ man, you brlrg to me
My saddest moments of misery,
ror there are times when your music seems
A realization of dreadful dreams,
And -vainly I seek to woo the muse
T the 60und of your musical mltrallletws.
Could I but reach you 1 nmy distress.
When my pen is attuned to tenderness,
There'd be one Italian less.
There's the organ that squeaks Ilka a cornered
There's the organ that walls like an angry cat,
The instrument old, with the pipe and reed
A musical wanderer gone to seed
While the newest organ a fierce affair
Hurls bomba of harmony (7) e-verywhere.
And, now that the popular taste Is low,
And "coon songs" as freely as croton flow,
When the love affairs of the colored race
Aro filling a-mcat abnormal space,
Till what was music Is turned to trash
And musical taste has gone to smash.
When nothing but "ragtime" the crowds enjoy,
And cupld's changed to a negro boy,
I'm sure, dear reader, that you can see
Why the organ man Is too much for me.
A merely pretty woman is always sure
of her audience and her meed of admira
tion up to a certain point. Jane-Mary
easily carries one beyond that point. Her
beauties become, on closer acquaintance,
simply a background, not much consid
ered, or regarded as so many accessories
to her mystical, untranslatable charm.
When she enters a room, with free,
rhythmic step and bids a visitor welcome,
that room Is at once vibrant with grace,
dignity and womanly sweetness, and that
visitor falls a happy victim to her en
chantment. It is something of personal
loveliness, something of manner; but,
more than all, It is the direct, frankly in
terested look of her eyes Into your own,
the while you fall'unconsciously to talking
of yourself who are not wont to do so,
and. Indeed, count it but bad taste.
Your hopes, jour fears and ambitions
are paraded unblushlngly before those
soft, confidence-Inviting eyes. Your spirit
is soothed and elevated, and your ardent
bent for unscalable heights Is strength
ened. You leave Jane-Mary, in short,
with a resolve to dare and do all that
may become a man; also, with a soul-satisfying
sense of being appreciated for
once and. yet?
What heart-stirring Ideal did Jane-Mary I
proclaim with those softly-curling scarlet
lips? What grand new theory formulate
for your guidance?
Bethink you well I 'Twas Just her heaven-given
capacity for "golden silence,"
for self-obliterating, rapt attention, that
inspired you so, above and beyond your
ordinary self. It needed not that she
should clamorously urge you to go forth
and win your spurs. She simply and sin
cerely showed her Interest in your well
being; her confidence In the ultimate best
of all good you -would compel and are
6ure to obtain from fortune. Perhaps a
well-timed note of encouragement or sym
pathya sweet-throated accompaniment
to you basso profundo thrilled you dearly
and touched exquisitely the ego chords or
being. No doubt it Tva3 so.
For Jane-Mary has the finest of all gifts
for those who would be charming. The
happiest ways of speaking, or of keeping
silence are her very own by birth and
cultivation. If, chameleon-like, she "takes
on" the color, a shade of color indicated
in any given case. It Is not that she is
lacking In Individuality, or permanence of
quality. She Is possessed of these In due
proportion. But, like an artist, she poses
her subject at his very best, from tho
most desirable point of vlow. Like a mu
sician, she kes his nature, in an ascend
ing scale, to its noblest harmonies.
What masculine man lives who does not
doff hat and plume (mentally), and kneel,
with old-time grace, to a woman of tho
genus Jane-Mary? She is rare, but
"when found, make a note on't." She
O Men, O Men!
For weal or for woe. Jane-Mary's Influ
ence is all powerful, from Eve downward.
For, If "man Is no hero to his valet," he
Is one to himself as a rule. Even Dusty
Rhodes Is vainglorious In his line, and
fondly imagines that he gets a better re
turn for doing nothing and kicks up a
livelier dust than his fellows.
Cleopatra did not "get a pull" on tho
greatest men of her time through her
beauty alone. That must, she well knew,
be merely Incidental to conquest. With all
the world of men, even down to the pres
ent day, amazed at the charm that "age
could not wither, nor custom stale," the
solution is of the simplest
Jane-Mary praise the shape of his tub.
And how do we know that St. Anthony
was not stirred inwardly with a great
delight, when the tempting nymphs paid
such a tribute to his exalted purity?
As for Ulysse3, beyond a peradventure,
the burden of the sirens' enchanting
song was: "Oh, rest thee here in pleasure,
after thy great, thy noble deeds of valor!"
No wonder he must needs be lashed to
the mast, or never again behold his faith
ful Penelope. On far less occasion men
have forsaken wife, home and station,
and like the deluded children who follow
ed the Pied Piper, have lost themselves
So it has been from the beginning and
shall continue to be to the end. Yet, it
is most fortunately true that no man is
a loser by falling under the spell of some
sweet Jane-Mary, whose impulse is to
promote the good within him, and not a
to lead the simple fellow away after false
lights. M. C. BELL.
The family had occupied the dwelling
ahout a day and a half, and the mistress
thereof was putting a carpet down in the
sitting-room, when there was a ring at
the door bell.
She hastened to the front door and
opened it. A smiling woman greeted
"Good morning," said the caller. "This
Is Mrs. Murkley, I presume."
"I am Mrs. Pergallup, your next-door
"Glad to see you. Will you come In?"
"Thanks. I believe I will step In for a
"You will And us all torn up, of course.
We haven't hegun to get things In shape
"Now, don't you apologize, Mrs. Mur
kley. I know all about this thing of
"It's an awful Job, Isn't It?"
"Terrible. I sometimes tell Mr. Pergal
lup I'd almost rather have a spell of
sickness than to move. Two moves are
about as bad as a fire. Well, I thought
I'd drop in and get acquainted. Could
you lend me a cupful of coffee?" Chicago
Cleopatra, queen of Egypt, queen of love
and beauty, who so besotted Caesar and
"When a Feller's Stubbed His Toe.
Did ye ever pass a youngster et'd been an'
stubbed his toe.
An' was cryln' by the roadside, sorter quiet
like an' plow,
A-holdln' of his dusty foot, all hard ar brown
An tryln to keep from, his eyes th tears that's
Ye hear him sorter sobbln' like, an' enufflln' of
An' je stop an pat his head an sorter try
to ease his woes.
To treat him sorter kind like, an' the fust
thing that ye know
He's up an' oft an smlhn' clean forgot he
stubbed his toe;
Ye'r never sure yerself, an' th' ain't no earthly
way to know
Jos' when it's goln' to come yer turn to trip
an' stub yer toe;
Today ye'r emllln', happy. In the bright sun'
light an' glow,
An' tomorrow e'r a-shlverln' an' ye'r strug-
glln' through the snow.
Jes th' time ye think ye've got th' world ta'
fastest In yer. grip
Is th -very time ye'll find et yer th' likeliest
An It's mighty comfortin' to have some feller
stop. I know,
It was not An' comfort ye and try to help "ye when ye've
stubbed jer toe.
As this Is near the season when birds
are said to choose their mates-, x will tell
a little story of a valentine, which hap
pened a few years age, when these tender
missives were more in fashion and in favor
than at present, and when the lady in the
parlor received an exquisite $19 bouquet.
with a dainty scented note hidden In its
depths, with no more pleasure than her
maid in the kitchen found a curiously
cut and folded sheet of foolscap, Inscribed
with hearts and darts, tucked under the
But this Incident of which I write trans
pired In the country, where people never
pay for flowers any more than they de
for the fresh air they breathe, and where
the maiden of the parlor is frequently
the maid of the kitchen also, and loses
nothing of beauty, health, or attractive
ness by the part she-"plays there.
"I do wonder If I shall have a valen
tine tomorrow," whispered Kate Linnet
to her confidential friend, Daisy Moore.
"I have never had one In my life, and I
think Its about time."
About time. Indeed! The little maiden
had seen some 17 summers had worn long
dresses all of two years, and had a part
of her restless curls restrained by a comb
for half of that time. How It came
that she never had had a valentine was a
mystery, for she looked pretty and co
quettish enough to have had a hundred.
It was In the early part of the even
ing, at a small social gathering, that
she made thef above remark to Daisy as
they sat on a sofa together, and Daisy
smiled as she answered.
Showed All the Symptoms.
"I think you will have one, Katie, for
Fred, shut himself up In his room all
yesterday, after ehurch In the morning,
and when I stole In to see what he was
about, I found a great many scraps ef
paper littering the floor; hia hair stuek
out In all directions; his eyes were la a
frenzy roHing, and he stared at me in a
strange way. He tried to conceal his oc
cupation,' but I s' cured a few of the
fragments, and If J can read writing cor
rectly, the name of somebody appeared
more than once. Very pretty rhymes
don't you think so? Kate, mate, fate,
wait, gre "
"Oh, hush, please!" cried Katie, putting
her hand up to the mischievous mouth of
the speaker, a .blush, quick as thought,
mantling her cheeks, until her very curls,
out of pity to her confusion, seemed to
droop lower over the lovely face.
At this instant, Just as the blush had
heightened her beauty to the utmost,
Frederick Moore appeared at the door,
and, as she looked up, she met his gaze
of evident admiration. Daisy was looking
sharply at her, In the hope of discovering
Just how much Influence her brother had
over the emotions of her friend; she had
a secret thought that it would be the
most delightful thing in the world for the
two to chance to fall in love with eaoh
other, and had "begun to suspect that net
wishes were in a fair way to fulfillment.
Katie would not have been true to the
lnsticts of a young maiden if she bad not
covered that flush by a manner of un
usual gravity, so that, when Fred had
paid his respects to the hostess, and coma
directly over to where they were sitting,
She welcomed him with a dignified bow
and called him "Mr. Moore," with unusual
She was not going to allow Daisy to
suppose that she was so much flattered
by the hint about the valentine. Indeed,
the faster her heart beat and the happier
It grew, beneath the lovellght plainly dis
cernible In the dark blue eyes, whose
glances sought her own, the more formal
grew her demeanor.
The party was given by the hostess in
honor of the return of her son a young
gentleman who had been away for a year
or two, doing business In the city, and
who, of course, whenever he paid hia
mother a visit, elicited the envy and Ill
will of the men by his new coat and new
manners, and, per contra, the admiration
of the girls through the same means.
This young gentleman, Alfred French
by name, surveyed bis mother's guests
with a critical eye, and came to th
conclusion that Mies Katie was the love
liest girl in the room, and that she was
looking peculiarly charming that even
ing, in a new light-'blue silk and pearl
necklace, which set off the transparent
fairness and bloom of her complexion.
He was not the only one who thought
her so, and he saw that he vexed Fred
Moore almost to anger by the assured
manner In which he appropriated all the
smiles of Miss Kate, asking her hand
for nearly every dance, and giving no ona
a chance so much a3 to hand her a sand
wich at supper.
The little flirt saw, also, how fretted
her old admirer was, and took delight in
adding fuel to tho flame of his discon
tent. In short, she favored Mr. French
so much that many took notice of It, and
that gentleman himself felt exceedingly
flattered and, after the company had dis
persed, late as It was, he sat up and
concocted, by the aid of Bryon and Moore,
a very fine valentine, which was dis
patched to Miss Linnet the next morning,
with a rosebud and a sprig of myrtle,
which he stole from his mother's stand
Katie laughed over the effusion and
placed It on a conspicuous part of the
center-table, that the sight of it might
torment Fred, when he called that even
ing, as she hoped he weuld do. She ex
pected a valentine from him, but none
Thrice that day she sent to the post
office; there was nothing for her. Every
time there was a ring at the doorbell, her
heart fluttered against her silken bodice.
Night came bed time and no valen
tine. Katie cried herself to sleep. She
had offended him by her levity the pre
vious evening; he would never forgive her.
It was wrong of her, when they were as
good as engaged, although no words had
passed. Thus she said to herself, until
her sobs were lost in slumber.
The next morning she arcse more hope
ful. Fred would come and forgive her
and she would be very kind. But he did
not cone. Mr. Trench old; and iM mors
devoted than over.
A week paoaed, and Tt& tend not been
near nar. Svery dnjr ". nch had
visited her. and now n had wwwod and
she had. practically accepted bint. How
it came afemt she could nnrtry ten. sne
knew that vanity roM him. and spite
and vexation herself, yet ho tend made
an avowal of love and she tend mailed
She went up to her room almost heart
broken after he had mid good-night, and
threw herself upon fn bed In an agony of
tears. She knew she bad been making a
feel of herself, making heweif eternally
miserable, jnet to mortify a man who
had slighted her tha only man she loved,
er ever, ever could lovof
As she flung herself upon the htd, some
thing rustled In the pocket Jtor dress.
She wore tho Mentic&I Mne sBfc had put
it on pwrposely to took banntUui hi Mr.
French's eyas. What was It? It was a
new dress, and she had pat no pnnsr in
her pockot that she reco lectod. Smneth ng
like an Intuition of the truth ftoahsd upon
her. She rose up and drew front the
peeket a letter ym', with tho seal un
broken, and m a well-known handwriting
There was the valentine, slyly supped
into its receptacle upon 3t Valentines
eve, on the supposition that she would
nnd It when she returned home teem the
It wag a manly, etoauent offer ef hand
and heart, and not written in poetry from
Fred Moore, desiring her. If she favored
his suit, to- give him Just tho least little
line of acceptance on the following day
Ah! how the xlad smiles fleshed through
her team , how the warm color Hooded her
face and bosom as she hid them for a
moment In her pillow, all alone though
she was. But she wan engaged to -another
man, or nearly so' She grew as pale as
she had heen rosy at the thought. But,
being a girl of decision of character sha
wrote two missives before she put out
her lamp that night.
One was to Frederick, explaining her
I silence, asking bis forgiveness, and hint
ing sweetly at bow much she thought oc
him. The other was to Mr Alfred French,
and was efenpty a copy of Mm. Browning's
Ye, I aMswer'd yen. test atgMi;
"No" tfcta montlBfr, etev I sari
Colors aeN. ay MiwenllijIH
Win Mt toek the mm hy ear-.
'"When the vMs siey'd tnahr see.
Lamps above, and hmsiw lalsw
Love e attended Khe a net.
Fit for yes or nt for so.
Yet the stn it on us Vats
Thne to daaee to Not to woo
"Wooer Hgttt makes fickle teeth
If Mr. French was movtlned at receiving
the missive, he concealed Ms feelings by
hurrying buck to the city. Xats and Fred
are very happy m their "beautiful country
home among the hills of San Lenndro
BLLA Y. HBNNBBKRRY.
KATE FIELD'S LOVER.
Eugene Field's Famons Joke Played
TJpen the Gllted Writer.
Editor Konlsaat. of th Chicago Times
Herald, tells a funny story o the delight
Bugene Field took In tenstos; Kate Field,
and how vexed she would be at the
pranks he was continually ptaytng upon
"But the story that broke Kate Field's
heart was written by Gene, when she was
in Spain, writing up the Spanish in 1396.
It was one of the most ingenious and
sensational fakes ever sprung on the pub
lic," said Mr. Kohlsnat, to the Denver
"The thing purported to be a special
from a correspondent In Madrid. Having
first, in delicate fashion, announced that
the Duke of Matano had Offered his hand
to Miss Field, and had been accepted.
Gene proceeded with the thrilling episode
he had dreamed out.
" 'Miss Field,' he wrote, 'one day arrayd
herself brilliantly In a lovely silk costume,
in which red and yellow, Spain's colors,
largely predominated. She was to attend
the bullfight with her lover.' The arrival
of Matano and his ducal equipage, splen
did attire and ceremonious attentions to
his fiancee, were here elaborately set forth.
Miss Field, in her gorgeous robes, accom
panied the duke to the Plaaa del Toros
" 'Arrived at the plaaa,' continued the
waggish writer, 'the ehiko found the as
semfclange so large that be would not
deign to mingle with the crowd that
poured In at the main entrance, but bribed
those in charge of the arena to let him
pass through it with hte bride-to-be It
was an Innovation that took the people by
storm. The haughty courtier, escorting;
the lovely girl, the mingled glitter and
gleam of his glided trappings and her silk
en draperies enraptured the great multi
tude that sat about the vast amphitheater.
" 'In this Imposing manner the duke, his
Inamorata and his retinue traversed tho
entire diameter of the arena. The first
bull had not yet been brought In, and
Miss Field and the duke were, for the
time being, the whole attraction. Just
as the duke made ready to assist his lady
over the barricade a wild cry rang out
from the throng, a shout of terror, not oC
applause. Through some mistake a bull
had been admitted to the arena too soon,
and, glimpsing Miss Field's dress, rushed
for her in headlong rage.
" 'Miss Field shrieked and fainted with
terror, but the strong arms of the duke
thrust her quickly over the barrier, where
a hundred hands stretched upward to re
ceive her limp figure. Her lover, how
ever, had no time to save himself, ana
in the next Instant the horns of the in
furiated bull were buried In his vitals.'
"Well," said Mr. Kohlsnat. "this story
was copied everywhere, and the sympathy
of the world went out to the lovely Amer
ican, who lost her lover In this tragic man
ner. " 'Only the other day, said Miss Field
to me a short time before her death, 'a,
young lady came to me and said: "Oh,
Miss Field, I have longed to meet you
and tell wou how deeply I have sympa
thized with you in the loss of your lover
over In Spain, that splendia follow who"
and she was much frosen with astonish
ment when I eut her off and said "Rats!' '
They Sized Him Up.
A very simple statement proved very un
fortunate to a savings institution in the
rural district recently. An saltar. In writ
ing of the Institution ta his paper, said.
"The president Is a very tnft man; the
cashier is short."
And m less than an bene the excited de
pesHers were asking. "Sow ntueh? How
much 7" Atlanta
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