ARABIAN it. MAN SITTJNCj THERE .N the morning of June 12, 1900, -when James Gordon kissed his wlfo and children and left Ms little $25 flat to go to his bookkeeping, as he had gone every working day for seven years, he Tralked straight into romance. But he did not know if for lour years after wards, although he was an important fig ure in tt all the time. A man needs Imagination and not the ordinary five senses, to perceive romance; ,nd James Gordon "was probably as un imaginative, matter-of-fact a person as there -was in New Xork that morning. He unlocked the door of the little' suite of offices on tho fourth floor of the big uptown office building, as usual, mada his neat entries in his neat books, filed the receipted bills from plumbers. Janitors, gas companies and the rest who live on real estate owners, deposited tho day's checks and went home to his simple din ner and to bed. On June 13, the second day of the ro mance, he performed exactly the same unexciting deeds. June 14 he went to bed with the romance three days old, and many men and many things In New York becoming concerned In it newspaper re porters, police, courts and all as igno rant of the romance ' as James Gordon was. On June 15, the end .of the week having approached, it became necessary for James Gordon to communicate with his employer, who rarely visited the office. A telephone message to his apartments was answered by his valet, who said that Mr. Van Brunt had gone fishing on June 10, and had not returned. As he often made5hort, lonely trips of the kind, the bookkeeper thought nothing more of it. So three days more elapsed. Then he be came puzzled, and finally worried, and started out to hunt for his missing em- ployer. . The valet, an old servant of "the Van Brunt family, knew nothing except that his master liad gone away after he had dressed himself in the "knock-about" suit that he always wore when he went fish ing. A telegram to a favorite resort of Van Brunt on one of the Long Island bays brought the reply that he had ar rived there on June 10 and left again in the late afternoon of June 11. That was all. It was all that the police discovered, when they were called in at last Tho Van Brunts, in the three cen turies since the first fat Dutch Van Brunt arrived in New Amsterdam, had become dlgnlfiedly commonplace in the civilized process of natural selection. A quiet, fair ly good-looking, brown-bearded man of 35, garbed in an ordinary suit of clothes, isn't so uncommon a person in New York that his description will startle people into remembering that they have seen him. The police and private detectives and all the other agencies that fairly unlimit ed means could set to work, discovered Just what the bookkeeper had discovered with his first telegram. John D. Van Brunt had done what a few hundred New Yorkers do each year "dropped out." But a man who belongs to nine clubs, oil of the most exclusive kind, and owns inherited Manhattan Island real estate that brings him 525.000 a year, and is a useful, if quiet, figure at dinners and charity balls, and has generations of Dutch Manhattan Islanders behind him. cannot drop out as a Brown or a Jones can. The nine clubs and the 700 odd gen eral leaders of society and the 400 odd Kings and Queens and even the rigidly exclusive SO Kings of Kings, received the disappearance of a Van Brunt as a de cided sensation. -v Tho newspapers printed columns about it and they would have kept it up if It had been possible to find out anything. But it wasn't. Besides, there was a flood of Interesting "society stuff just then. A millionaire had lost 100,000 at poker. Another one had caught a burglar single-handed and turned him over to the police. These items submerged the disappearance of John D. Van Brunt. Before six months hud passed, people even forgot about the J2O.O00 reward that was offered for news of him. "When the excitement of the search had passed, James Gordon dropped back into his old, regular routine. The two men who were the direct heirs to John D. Van Brunt's estate were far more wealthy than he had been; they agreed to leave tho property untouched for a few years in the hope that their relative would turn up or the mystery of his disappearance be cigar ed away. In the meantime, they put James Gordon under bonds and bade him continue his management of the prop erty which management was practically a matter of good bookkeeping. For a matter of 11S0 odd times James Gordon conscientiously vopened the little office, made his neat entries, carried the money to the bank and went home again. Ro came March 15. 1S04. On that day the business of the stato called tho bookkeeper to Osslnning. On the way he met a friend, who was bound ' to the State Prison, there to make a con tract for supplies. He invited Gordon to accompany him after luncheon, and the bookkeeper, -whose own business was soon finished, assented eagerly, for a -visit to a. State Prison appealed to him as a de cided adventure. The cheery, venerable old head keeper took them through, and made the usual dU-play of the might' automatic bolts, the hideous tiers or oppressively clean cells, and the self-conscious "trusties." They passed cell after cell till James Gor don began to -wish that Mr. Connough- r. : ton's hospitality might soon find an end, when he happened to glance Into a cell and saw, sitting on a cot. a figure that startled him so that he nearly cried out. He rubbed his eyes and looked again, feeling that he had been wildly mistaken. But the second glance left no room for doubt. The man sitting there in con vict's dres3 In a convict's cell was John D. Van Brunt The bookkeeper recovered himself In time, and managed to ask casually about tho prisoner. He was told that he was a convict No. . and that he was serv ing a term for burglary. "Maybe you'll remember reading about It" said the keeper. "It made quite a story at the time. He broke Into the house of the Dumonts, and Mr. Dumont caught him. covered him with a revolver, marched him out of the house, and turned him over to the police." "And did he plead guilty?" asked the bookkeeper. "Oh, yes! There wasn't any way out of It He took his medicine." James Gordon's head swam. He es caped to his hotel and spent an hour thinking things out Then ho returned to the prison and asked to see convict No. . Tho convict was brought into the little Iron-barred visitors' coll. He made no sign of recognition, and James Gordon made none either. But convict No. knew that concealment was useless. This Is the story of convict No. . once Richard D. Van Brunt It begins on Juno 11, 1900, when he came as&ore from his fishing. ' He went to the little room that he rent ed by the year In the boathouse on the shore, to put away his tackle. Then he struck a match to light a cigar. Tho match flared up and his beard and mus tache caught fire. Half of his brown beard vanished before he knew it He got out his razor and shaved the rest of his beard and mustache off. Then he hurried to the station, because a train was due. The burning of his beard was chance No. 1 In a strange chain. A flatcar load ed with sand was chance No. 2. It broke down while trundling over the tracks of the Long Island Railroad at Jamaica, and COLONEL JOSLYN, By C. B. Lewis The Sunday Oregonlan's Select (Copyright by the S. a McClure Co.) !T "WAS an exclusive party of eight Sir George Mlnturn and wife were at the head of it The others wero Mrs. Woeburn. widow of the civil en gineer; the Hon. James Blackman, wife and daughter: D"Artgenr a French Mar quis, and Brlttman, of the German Em bassy in London They were all ultra fashionables in their way, and their little party had not been made up en tirely by accident Sir George and tho Honorable James had planned a voy age to the Mediterranean, and had in vited Mrs. Woeburn as a guest The Marquis, who had met Miss Blackman a few times in London society, decided that he was in love with her, and de termined to take the trip on his own account to further his interests. Brltt man did not know whether he was In love with the widow or not As he had secured leave of absence for four months, it seemed to him that ho might as well make a voyage as re main ashore. But when the steamer reached Gib raltar the "ring" suddenly found the sand being cut from under its feet by the undertow. The "undertow" came aboard at that point He was a tall, solid man, with a merry eye and an open face, and his manner was friend ly. It was safe to say that he was not the scion of aristocrats, and that he had neither a college diploma nor a knowledge of the rules of social eti quette. He had scarcely stowed away ; his things in a stateroom when he mado a bold-faced attempt to break down the "ring-.' Sir George was pac ing the deck with his cigar when the new arrival walked up to him and said: 'Til keep you company if you don't mind. Captain. I've been waiting here for a week, and I'm dob-tired of old Gib. Plenty, of guns and redcoats and all that, but do you know I couldn't find a cocktail in the whole place? Pos itive fact,-sir. Never even heard of one. Think of a town without a cock tall!" Sir George halted. Then he slowly raised his monocle and adjusted It He stared at the stranger for a long ha minute before he exclaimed: "Sir. are you addressing, me?" "By George, but you're a cool old boy!" mused the other in tones of ad miration. "Standing on etiquette, eh? "Well, maybe I was too previous. My name's Joslyn Colonel Joslyn of Da kota, Xj. S. A. I've got a sworn affi davit in my trunk from our County Sheriff that I've never been arrested for murder. You've got a name, I sup pose?" "Sir!" gasped the Englishman, as he -continued to stare. "And Tza making a little pleasure trip all by my lonesome." continued the Colonel. "Always, sate I would if I ever gotjnoney enough. How are you, on poker? I haven't played a game In THE SUNDAY NIGHTS . STORIES BOOK-KEEPERS Van Brunt's train pulled into Long Island City two hours late. He had an appointment an appoint ment so overwhelmingly Important td him as to be sacred. It was with a person for whom he would have been willing to give not only all he had In life, but his life Itself. He looked at his watch and gave up all hope- of changing from his shabby clothes into evening dress. That was Chance No. 3. He Jumped into a cab. As the cab rattled toward Fifth avenue and Thirty-fourth street coming cast ward toward It was chance No. 4 a deliv ery wagon with a drunken driver. At the corner they met The delivery wag on smashed into the cab, breaking tho window. The shock of the collision threw Rich ard Van Brunt violently against the side of tho cab, knocking his head so hard that he never realized that a piece of glass drew a long, ragged red scratch down the side of his face from cheekbone to chin. The cab hurried on again In a few min utes, "bound to the place of fate. Fate was a woman one of the best women In the land to Richard Van Brunt, and Richard Van Brunt's love for her did not deceive him. In all New York there was no purer, nobler woman than tho one who was waiting for him. It was a secret meeting, but not a three months, and am beginning to feel homesick." Sir George's hand went up to his glass. The glass was removed from, his eye. Hand and . glass fell together. Then he faced about and walked off as erect as a "West Pointer. Colonel Jos lyn had been snubbed. There were five or six people looking on and enjoying the affair, and they expected to hear some outburst .on the Colonel's part There was none, however. He merely rubbed his hands together and smiled and said to himself: "The old cock Is either a jolly or else he's standing on his dig., because we don't rent pews in the same chuzch. I'll see him later." Only half an hour nad passed when Colonel Joslyn ran across the Marquis. The Frenchman had just finished a promenade with MIS3 Blackman, and' had received what he felt sure was en couragement ' "Going to stop at Malt?" asked the Colonel in his easy-going way, as he extended a cigar In his fingers. Tho Marquis smiled faintly and shrugged his shoulders. He had seen Sir George snub the American, and he felt it a duty to follow his example. "Don't understand, cat Well, it don't matter much. I was just going to ask if there was anything worth seeing. If you could talk English I'd also ask raou who that girl is you were walking about with. I'll be hanged if she isn't the perfect picture of the Widow Tay lor's daughter Hetty. I've been a lit tle sweet on Hetty for a year or two past and when I first saw you with that girl my heart Jumped into my mouth." The Marquis bit his lip and smiled and shook his head and walked off, but If he thought he had snubbed Colonel Joslyn' he was mistaken. As he could not speak English, and as the Colonel could not speak French, how could there have been a snub? It was two or three days before an other attempt was made to break up the "ring?' Then the Colonel met Brlttman in the smoking-room. The situation was plainer now, and there was a fatherly twang In the Colonel's tone as he said: "Look here, mister, I want to say a word or two for your own good. It's sel dom I mix up in anybody's rows, but I hate to see a man fighting without a fair show." "Who you vhas?" asked the attache with considerable dignity, but not half as much as he might have assumed had not the Widow Woeburn refused him an hour before. "Name's Joslyn, of the U. S. A. and I'm doing a little trotting about alone. I see you belong to that little ring but you are simply throwing your time away." The attache could not make out the Colonel's meaning until the case had been gone over again and again. Then he was furious. It was bad enough for a stranger to approach him in that blunt fashion, but for the same man to mix up in his love affair and give him fatherly advice was beyond endurance. He want ed to swear and pound on the table, and tell tho Colonel what he thought of him. but 'his good breeding restrained him. He simply sat holt upright and glared. The Colonel tried to go on. but even "he was nonplused. By. and by the attache OEEGOAK, PORTTiA'ND, STEP guilty one. Mrs. Dumont was an honest wife to a husband whose habits and ylces had made his namo notorious In the city. She bad dragged through four years of abject misery at his side, and at last had agreed' to yield to the Importunities of her relatives and seek a divorce. The object of Richard Van Brunt's visit to her this evening was to bid her farewell for a long time. He had decided to go to Europe and spend a year there in order to avoid the pos sibility of a breath of scandal cloud ing her name while she sought her di vorce. On his return he hoped to ask her to be his wife. Chance No. 5 was on the steps of the U. S. A. Fiction. got up and walked away. As he moved off his looks and bearing Indicated that he had never heard of Colonel Joslyn, of Dakota, or of the United States of Amer ica. They were as nothing to him. "Was that a snub or wasn't It?" ques tioned tho man from Dakota as he re lighted his cigar stub. "No, It couldn't be. As he can't talk English, and I can't talk German, there Is no snubbing about It He has Just taken my words to heart and gone off to ponder over them." A day or so passed and then Colonel Joslyn started In again to break up the "ring." The Widow Woeburn chanced to be on deck alone. She happened to drop her handkerchief, and the Colonel happened to catch It before It blew over board. As he returned It he lifted his hat and said: "Came mighty near losing lay hat In the same puff. Going as far as Alexan dria?" The widow looked at him In astonish ment and he hastened -to Introduce him self and add: "You must be Tonesome In such atjueer crowd. I've tackled three of the men. and I'll be hanged if I can tumble to 'em. I should think they'd want to have a good tlmei" Having thus delivered himself, he coolly sat down beside the lady and asked her if she had ever been In the United States, and If so what she thought of the people Before she could reoly or administer a snub the rest of the "ring" arrived In a body. They were astounded at the situa tion. Some smiled and some glared." but It was the Honorable Jame3 Blackman who retreated a few paces and beckoned for the Colonel to approach. The two had not met before. "Sir." began the honorable as the Da kota man drew near. "Is there any par ticular reason why you desire to make the acquaintance of any one of our party?" "Well, no desperate reason," replied the Colonel. "I thought some of you might be glad of a poker game, or would like to swap yarns to pass away the time, and I believe Td enjoy a talk with the widow over there; but I ain't desperate about it" Then, sir, will you be kind enough to leave us to ourselves?" continued Ihe honorable. "You mean Vm to-.flght shy of your crowd?" "I mean, sir I mean that when we de sire your company we'll give you due no tice! Is that plain?" "Colonel, that's as plain as the horns dn a steer. I take it that you- mean to snub me?" "You are a man of perception, sir." That closed the Interview. Colonel Jos lyn had tried to break up the "ring" and had failed. He went off and sat down by . himself for a while, and felt somewhat hurt and humiliated, but this feeling did not last long. They were & churlish lot. while he. on the contrary, was a good fellow. They could not help being churl ish any more than he could help being good-natured, and he soon decided to for give them. By and by the Monarch reached Alexan dra. The "ring" drew""a long breath and hoped it had seen the last of Colonel Jos lyn. He had been talked over on several occasions, and though It was agreed that he was harmless, he could not be forgiven or hi familiarity. WJmb, aa American ran M v MABOH 5, 1905. S OF CITY LIFM l FJNE BIRD, STEP ouT.r1 house as he came up. In the prosaic shape of a messenger boy. Just as Van Brunt reached the door, the footman opened it and turned away to take the message to his mistress. Richard Van Brunt en tered unobserved, without meaning to; and the next moment Mrs. Dumont en tered. He advanced with hand stretched out To his amazement she stepped back with a little scream and exclaimed: "Who are you?" Then Mr." Van Brunt remembered that he had shaved off his beard. And when he looked into the mirror and saw in addition an ugly red seam along his face, he was not surprised that she had not who has risen from the dust of cattle trails attempts to cross the gulf separat ing him from British aristocracy his audacity must be resented. The "ring" had planned to go up the Nile by steamer. Berths were secured and the steamer was ringing her bell for "all aboard" when Colonel Joslyn walked up the gangplank. He had also decided to go up the Nile. "For Gawd's sake!" gasped Sir George as be recognized the man. "Parbleu! but ze Amerlcaln!" growled the Marquis. 'Donner and blitzen! but he vhas here!" muttered the attache as hq tugged at his mustache and gave It a fiercer appear ance. "Hello, you folk!" shouted the Colonel as he reached the deck. "I heard that the Nile beat the Missouri River all holler as a stream, and I'm going up to settle the matter. How've you all been since I saw you last?" Eight people stared into space. Eight heads were held stiffly. If there was a man named Colonel Joslyn, of Dakota. U. S. A, It was naught to them. He might be living he might never have lived. It was a cold, cold snub, but ft did not worry the Colonel for five minutes. He had never snubbed man or woman in his life. He had ever been careful not to humiliate his dog or his broncho. How ever, other people were different, and If snubbing was their way he would not quarrel about It It was a small steamer, with but few passengers, and for the next four days the Colonel was snubbed almost hourly. Whenever a landing was made the excluslves walked about by them selves, and the Colonel never tried to force himself In. On the steamer he was a Ieveler of caste; on land he had a limit. Nothing of much consequence happened until they had been afloat several days. Then a breaking down happened to the machinery, and the boat was tied to the bank at a mud-walled village. There was but little to see near at hand, but a mile away was a pile of old ruins. The "ring" started out first, and Colonel Joslyn was the only one who followed. The remainder of the passengers did not think It would pay to tramp over the sands under the hot sun. The man from Dakota did not think much of the ruins after he reached them. He gathered a few souvenirs, and was about to return to the steamer when he heard a cry for help.- The people of the "ring" were half a mile away when he last saw them. The cry w?s In a woman's voice, and the Colonel lost no time in answering it He suddenly made his appearance behind a great mass of debris, to find the party of eight lined up in good order. An ugly looking native with a pistol was holding the victims steady, while -is "pal" was passing the hat for contributions. In this case they were expected to give liberally if not cheerfully. Money, watches and rings were being dropped into the hat as it passed. "Hello! A hold-up, eh!" exclaimed the Colonel as he came to a halt "Well, that's next to poker, and I'll take a hand!" The man with the pistol fired and missed. The next moment he pitched for ward unconscious. The other fellow at tempted to run away, but the Colonel was on bis back in tnree jumps. He was twisted around, a blow was dealt under his ear, and be too became unconscious. "Bravo! Bravo!" cried the four men in chorus: and. "Oh, you dear man!" ex claimed the four women together; but Colonel Joslyn held up his hand in warn ing and said: "Pocket that plunder and make for the steamer. It looks to me as If there was a A the "riAg" nioYed oiX he draw-a. SAYyJj&aalIy- The thl9Y -ashore aa.- how recognized him. He would not have rec ognized himself. It was nearly 1 o'clock In the morn ing when John D. Van Brunt, bidding farewell to his hostess in the library, heard the vestibule door open and knew that Mr. Dumont had returned. He was evidently drunk, for he lurched Into a chair and knocked it down. Mrs. Dumont fearing a scene, hastily said "Good-night" and flitted upstairs. Van Brunt remained undecided for a mo ment; then he made up his mind to re main where he was till Dumont had gone upstairs also, as he loathed the man too much to wish to. meet him. But Dumont staggered Into the library instead. In the dim light of the draped library lamp - he saw the figure of Van Brunt, and the surprise sobered him for a moment. He whipped out a revolver, pointed It and said thickly: "Step out my fine bird, step out Let's see what you are burglar or lover." Van Brunt remained silent, and Du mont turned on an electric bulb. .'Ab," said he, "I'll apologize to the pretty hypocrite upstairs. Burglar it Is. Don't move now. or I'll blow you to hell." He backed carefully, reached toward the wall with his disengaged hand and pushed a burglar alarm. In Van Brunt's brain the thoughts whirled dizzily. He realized with horror what a compromising situation had arisen; and he remained silent and mo tionless, trying to find some way out revolver and acted as rear guard. They wero not yet clear of the ruins when half a dozen desperate-looking natives were giving chase. None of the four men was armed, but just before reaching the vil lage they came upon a pile of, stakes. Each seized one, and the dozen inen who swarmed out of tho hovels to bar their way did not dare to come to close quar ters. Tha rear was well guarded. There were 20 men slowly crowding up on the American as he reached the bank, and though most of them had muskets or pis tols, they feared to open the battle. As the party reached the steamer the natives drew off. The captain, mate, engineer, fireman and all the crew were Egyptians. "They are robbers river pirates they will capture' the steamer and murder us all!" wailed the captain as he caught the shouts of the retreating natives. "Let's figure a little on that!" replied the Colonel as he joined the excited group on deck. "Did you ever hai?e a row with pirates before?" "Never! They are making ready to open fire on us fromthe first hut!" "Well, if you've had no experience, let me run things for a while. Fighting pirates can't be much worse than rioting Indians. The first move is to get the boat clear of the bank." "But we've ho steam!" "Then let her drift Get out these poles and heave her off." , The steamer was carried a hundred feet Into the stream before she lost her head way, and then the anchor 'was dropped. She was within musket range of the huts, but was safe from a sudden rush. As soon as the anchor was down everything movable was carried to the starboard side to protect the cabin from bullets, but the place had not been made reasonably safe when fire was opened. The flying bullet3 drove the crew to- their quarters, and the officers and passengers Into the cabin, and for the first time the people of the "ring" had an opportunity to thank the Colonel for coming to their rescue. Smiling as he remembered the last snub, he hurriedly replied: "Yes, yes-all right all right We've got a Jackrabblt for a captain, and It's ten to one the crew are in with the rob ber gang. I want to pay the engineer a visit" Ten minutes later he was back with the" chief engineer. He had the native by the neck, and the fellow was white with fear. Aa he was whirled into a corner and warned not to stir on peril of his life, the man from Dakota explained: "He disabled his own engines to lay us up here. His assistant Is making re pairs, and the firemen are chucking In coal. Nice little plot but I think we'll beat It Now, then, who has got pistols?" The four men of the "ring" had re volvers in their trunks, and the same was the case with five other male pas sengers. When the weapons were brought out and loaded, two men were sent down Into the engine-room to act as a tonic on the assistant and his firemen. About this time the mate began to act queerly and he was hurried into the corner with the other prisoners and Sir George -detailed to guard them. The Honorable Blackman took his place before the quar ters of the deckhands, and then, by Col onel Joslyn'a directions, the rest of the armed men got such cover as they could, and opened fire on the robbers who were skulking along the "bank. It was not prize target shooting, but it drove the fellows back and lessened their fire. It did not take 15" minutes to fix the engines, and when they were pronounced all right there was steam enough in the boiler to go ahead with. But they were not to get out of it so 37 rirrp "Sit down." said Dumont. with drunken gravity. "Take it easy till they come to get you." There was no way out He decIdedto keep his mouth shut and trust to luck. He (had only a vague Idea of what hap pened to men after being arrested. No Van Brunt had ever had any dealings with the police. He had clear conscious ness of only one thing, and that was that at any cost he must shield the woman he loved from scandal. He blessed the accident that had made It Impossible for Dumont to recognize him. In twenty minutes, that seemed tq him less than five, the doorbell rang, and Dumont bade his visitor march before him to the front door. Two policemen were there. In another minute they were leading their prisoner down the stoop. And then Van Brunt, in his bewildered condition, made a mis take. He seized what he thought was an opportunity, tripped one of his captors and ran for It "Almost instantly he went down. "When he was lifted again It was only after fist and club had pounded his face till it was hideous. The afternoon papers had a splendid morsel next day. and "Murderous Bur glar Caught by a Millionaire" made a fine headline. And then began the work ings of Chance No. 6 to keep all knowl edge from the- woman. Dumont had figured in an episode sin gularly unsavory even for him, on the evening of the "capture"; and the tale of It was woven In with the tale of the burglar In every paper. The result wa3 thatvDumont hastily took his wife away on his steam yacht and kept the news papers away from her. It was months af terward when she heard of the episode, and then no dates were mentioned. There came to her not the faintest reason for connecting the visit of John D. Van Brunt and the capture of a poor devil of a burglar. Arraigned in a ponce court next morn ing. John D." Van Brunt with a stitched and bandaged face and clothing clotted with blood, knew wha a- horrible mess he had made of It He percelvdd clearly that If he told now who he was, the wo man's good reputation would be blasted hopelessly. There was no way out and as Robert Burns, John D. Van Brunt want to the New York State Prison at Sing Sing. On a gray day last Autumn a convict who had served his term got the prison money he had earned, a suit of. clothes, the usual advice for a better future, and his railroad ticket to New. York. He rode down to tho Grand Central Station and disappeared in the roaring city. In the closing days of last year the cable dispatches announced that John D. Van Brunt who at one time was sup posed to have disappeared, but who really had been touring the world, had married the divorced wife of "Biff" Dumont In Paris. J. W. MULLER. things were progressing, and they sudden ly ceased their attack and ran to a flat boat lying against the bank- above the village. A full score of them jumped la and cast off. If they reached the steamer they were strong enough to carry her by boarding. There were calls for the crew to get up the anchor, and calls for the captain to take the pilot-house, but neither was responded to. The crew sulked in their quarters and the captain trembled In the cabin. Colonel Joslyn again came to the rescue. With a. ham mer he knocked the shackle pin out of the chain and let the anchor go, and then, going to the- pilot-house he took the wheel. Bullets fairly rained about him, driving all others to cover, but he was not hit While the flatboat was still 50 feet away the steamer began to move. The robbers had planned to grasp her anchor chain and swing alongside, and as she headed away from them they rent the air with their fierce screams, and con centrated their fire on the man in the pilot-house. Colonel Joslyn hid from view, but it was only for a moment As soon the the flatboat had drifted past he not only got up, but he called to Sir George, the Honorable, the Marquis and all oth ers who could come. In 50 words he told them his plan. Two minutes later the steamer was describing a circle. When she had half completed It "she was head ed for the robbers' craft They fired and shouted and used their cars, but she came driving along and struck the flat boat on her port quarter and tore her stern away. As she struck there was a. fusillade from the cabin windows. Look ing back In the steamer's wake, the pas sengers could not discover even a- single swimmer. It was a complete annihila tion. When'he realized this the captain regained his courage, the mate stopped, sulking and the engineer begged to be sent about his duties. If there had been a conspiracy it was no longer to be feared. After Colonel Joslyn had turned over the command and things were running smoothly, the "ring" sent for him. The circle opened to let him aaihe arrived. He was perspiring and he was grimy. He was coatless and hatless, and his hair was in a tangle. Sir George cleared his throat and looked half ashamed as he began: "Colonel Joslyn, It may have occurred to you that that that this family party, as It were, has not made any great effort to-to " "Sir!" Interrupted the Colonel, as he drew himself up, "are you addressing me?' "Now, then, my dear fellow, you know T-you see this party desires ' "When I desire your company I will give you due notice," continued the Colo nel, and looking over the heads of the entire party, he marched off to his state room to remove the stains of battle. "For Gawd's sake!" whispered Sir George, as he looked after him, and then his companions looked at each other in blank astonishment and swallowed hard at the bitter pilL .Spin Miles Upon Miles. "The" cotton factories of Lancashire, England," says. Edward Irving, "at pres ent spin about 150,000,000 miles of thread a day, so that in six seconds they make enough to go around the earth. In one month they spin enough to reach from here to the moon. The product of IS days would reach from the sun to Neptune. Counting 210 working days in a year, it would take them, at this rate, 500 years to spin enough, thread to teach the near est star" , ...