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for The Term of His Natural Life By MARCUS CLARKB 'OIIAPTEIt XXII. (Continued.) Roused by tlio morning sun streaming In upon him, Mr. North opened his blood shot eyes, rubbed his forehead with hnnds thnt trembled, nnd suddenly awok enlng, rolled off the bed nnd roso to his feet. Ho saw tho empty brandy bottle on his wooden dressing table, nnd re membered what had passed. With shak ing hnnds he dashed water over his ach ing head, nnd smoothed his garments. The debauch of the previous night hnd loft the usual effects behind It. His brain seemed on (Ire, his hands wore hot nnd dry, his tongue clovo to the roof of his month. He shuddered ns ho view ed his pale face nnd red eyes In the little looking glass. Stealing into the sitting room, he saw that the clock pointed to half-past six. The flogging was to have taken place at hnlf-past flvo. Unless accident had favprcd him he was already too late. Fevered with remorse nnd anxiety, he hurried past tho room where Meekin yet slumbered, nnd made his way to the prison. As be entered tho yard Kirkland hnd just got his fiftieth lash. "Stop!" cried North. "Captain Bur gess, I call upon you to stop." "You're rather late, Mr. North," re torted Burgess. "Tho punishment is nearly over." North stood by, biting bis nails nnd grinding his teeth during six more lashes. Kirkland had ceased to yell now, and merely moaned. His back was like a bloody sponge, while In the interval be tween tho lashes tho swollen flesh twitched like that of a new-killed bul lock. Suddenly Macklewnin saw his head' droop on his shoulder. "Throw him off! Throw him off!" he cried, nnd Troke hurried to loosen the thong?. "Fling some water over him!" said Burgess. "He's shamming." A bucket of water made Kirkland open his eyes. "I thought so," said Burgess. "Tie him up again." "No; not if you are Christians!" cried North. . u 1 He met with an ally where he least expected one. Rufus Dnwes flung down the dripping cat. "I'll flog no more, said he. , , "What?" roared Burgess, furious nt this gross Insolence. "I'll flog no more. Get some one else to do your bloody work for you. I won't." ' , . "Tie him up!" cried Burgess, foaming. "Tie him up! Here, constable, fetch a man here with a fresh cat. I'll give you that beggar's fifty, and fifty more on the top of 'em; and he shall look on while his back cools." Kufus Dawes, with a glanco at North, pulled off his shirt without a word, nnd stretched himself at tho triangles. His back was not white nnd smooth, like Kirkland's had been, but hard and Beamed. He had been flogged before. Troke appeared with Gabbett, grinning. Gabbett liked flogging. It wns his boast that he could flog a man to death on a place no bigger than the palm of his hand. He could use his left hand equal ly with his right, and if hegot hold of a "favorite," would "cross the cuts." Rufus Dawes planted his feet firmly on the ground, took fierce grasp of the staves, and drew in his breath. Mackle wain spread the garments of the two men upon the ground, and, placing Kirk land upon them, turned to watch this new phase In the morning's amusement. He grumbled a little below his breath, for he wanted his breakfast, and when the commandant once began to flog, there was no telling where ho would stop. Rufus Dawes took five-and-twen-ty lashes without a murmur, and then Gabbett "crossed the cuts." This went on up to fifty lashes, and North felt himself stricken with admiration at the courage of the man. "If it had not been for that cursed brandy,"- thought he, with bitterness of self-reproach, "I might have saved all this." At the hun dredth lash, the giant paused, expecting the order to throw off, but Burgess was determined to "break the man's spirit." "I'll make you speak, you dog, if I cut your heart out!" he cried. "Go on, prisoner." For twenty lashes more Dawes was mute, and then the agony forced from his laboring breast n hideous cry. But it was not a cry for mercy, as that of Kirkland's had been. Having found his tcngue, the wretched man gnvo veut to his boiling passion in a torrent. He Hhrieked imprecations upon Burgess, Troke and North, He cursed all sol diers for tyrants, all parsons for hypo crites. He called on the earth to gape and swallow his persecutors, for heaven to open and rain fire upon them, for hell to yawn and engulf them quick. It was ns though each blow of the cat forced out of him a fresh burst of beast-like rage. He seemed to hare abandoned his humanity. He foamed, he raved, he tugged at his bonds until the strong utuves shook again; he writhed himself round upon the triangles and spit impo tently at Burgess, who Jeered at his tor ments. North, with his hands to his ears, crouched against the corner of the wall, palsied with horror. He would fain have fled, but a horrible fascination held him back. In the midst of this when the cat wns hissing the loudest, Burgess laugh ing his hardest, and the wretch on the triangles filling the air with his cries, North saw Kirkland look at him with what ho thought a smile. Was it a - smile? .Ho leaped forward, and uttered a cry of dismay so loud that nil turned. "Hullo!" says Troke, running to the heap of clothes, "the young, 'uu'a. slipped his wind!" . Kirkland was dead, X "Throw him off!" saya Burgess, aghast at the unfortunate accident; and Gabbett reluctantly untied the thongs that bound Rufus Dawes. Two con stables were alongside him in an Instant, for sometimes newly tortured men grow desperate. This one, however, was si lent with the last lash, only, In taking his shirt from under tho body of the boy, he muttered "Dead!" and In his toue there seemed to be a touch of envy. Then flinging his shirt over Iia bleeding shoulders, be walked out, de fiant to the last. "Game, ain't be?" said on constable to the other, ns they pushed him, not ungently, Into au empty cell, there to walt for tho hospital guard. The body of Kirkland was taken away In sllcnco, and Burgess turned rather palo when ho saw North's threatening face. "It Isn't my fault, Mr. North," he said. "I didn't know thnt the lad was chicken hearted." But North turned away In disgust, nnd Mncklewnlu and Burgess pursucdthelr homeward route together. Mr. North, In ngony of mind nt whnt he considered tho consequences of his neglect, slowly, nnd with head bowed down, as ono bent on n painful errand, went to see tho prisoner who had sur vived. He found him kneeling on tho ground, prostrated. "Rufus Dawes!" At tho tone Rufus Dawes looked up, and seeing who It wns, waved him off. "Dpn't speak to me," he said, with nn Impreceatlon thnt njade North's flesh creep. "I've told you what I think of you n hypocrite, who stands by while a man Is cut to pieces, nnd thon comes and whines religion to him." North stood in the center of the cell, with his arms hanging down, nnd his head bent. "You are right," he said. In n low tone. "I must seem to you a hypocrite. I a servant of Christ? A besotted beast rather! I am not come to whine religion to you. I am come to ask your pardon. I might have saved yon from punishment saved thnt poor boy from death. I wanted to save him, God knows! But I have n vice; I nm a drunkard, I yielded to temptation, nnd I was too late. I come to you, as ono sinful man to another, to ask you to for give me." And North suddenly flung himself down before the convict, and catching his blopd-bespotted hands In his own, cried, "Forgive me, brother." Rufus Dawes, too much astonished to speak, bent his black eyes on the man, who crouched at his feet, and a ray of divine pity penetrated his gloomy soul. He seemed to catch a glimpse of misery more profound than his own, and his stubborn heart felt human sympathy with this erring brother. "Then in this hell there Is yet a man," said he; and a hand-grasp passed between these two unhappy beings. North arose, and with nverted face, passed quickly from the cell. Rufus Dawes looked at the hand which his strange visitor hnd tak en, and something glittered there. It wns n tear. He broke down at the sight of it, nnd when the guard came to fetch the tameless convict, they found him on his knees in a corner, sobbing like a child. The morning after this, the Rev. Mr. North departed In the schooner for Hobart Town. Between the officious chaplain and the commandant the events of the previous day bad fixed a great gulf. Burges knew that North meant to report the death of Kirkland, and guess ed that he would not be backward In relating the story to such persons In Hobart Town as would most readily re peat it. Burgess, however, touched with sel fish regrets, determined to balk the parson at the outset. He would send down an official "return" of the unfor tunate occurence by the same vessel that carried his enemy, and thus get the ear of the office. Meekin, walking on the evening of the flogging past the wooden shed where the body lay, saw Troke bearing buckets filled with dark colored water, and heard a great splash ing and sluicing going on inside the hut. "What is the matter?" he aBked. "Doctor's bin post-morticing the pris oner whnt wns flogged this morning, sir," said Troke, "and we're cleanln' up." North, on his arrival, went straight to the house of Mnjor VIckers. "I have n complaint to make., sir," he said. "I wish to lodge It formally with you. A prisoner has been flogged to death at Port Arthur.' I saw It done." VIckers bent his brow. "A serious accusation, Mr. North. I must, of course, receive it with respect, coming from you, but I trust that you have fully considered tho circumstances of the case. I nlwnys understood Captain Bur gess was a most humane man." North shook his head. He would not nccuse Burgess. He would let events speak for themselves. "I only ask for an inquiry," said he. "Yes, my dear sir, I know. Very proper, indeed, on your part, If you think nny Injustice has been dono; but hnvo you considered the expense, the delay, the immense trouble and dissat isfaction all this will give?" "No trouble, no expense, no dissatis faction, should stand In the way of hu manity and justice," cried North. "Of course not. But will justice be done? Are you sure you can prove your case? Mind, I admit nothing against Captain Burgess, whom I have always considered a most worthy and zealous olllcer; but, supposing your charge to be true, can you prove it?" "Yes. If the witnesses speak the truth." "Who are they?" "Myself, Dr. Macklewaln, the consta ble and two prisoners, one of whom was flogged himself. Ho will speak the truth, I believe. The other man I have not much faith in." "Very well; then there Is ouly a pris oner nnd Dr, Macklewnin; for if there has been foul play the convict-constable will not accuse the authorities. More over, the doctor does not agree with you." "No J" cried North, amazed. "No. You see, then, my dear sir, how necessary It Is not to bo hasty In mat ters of this kind. I really think that your'ooduess of heart has misled you. CaptaiuTiigess sends a report of the case. Ho sahoma.n. -WAllentenced to a hundred lashes for grossUbCfeiiiV and disobedience of orders; that the doc tor was present during the punishment; and that the man was thrown off by his directions after he bad received fifty six lashes. That, after a ' short inter val, be was found to be dead, and, that the doctor made a post-mortem exami nation of the body and found disease of the heart." North started. "A. post-mortraa? I numr knew there hnd been one held.' "Here Is tho mcdlcnl certlficato," snld VIckers. holdliiK It out. "neeompnnled hby tho copies of the evidence of tho constnblo nnd a letter from tho com mandant." Poor North took, tho papers nnd read them slowly. They wero apparently strnlghtforwnrd enough. Aneurism of tho ascending aorta was given ns tho cnuscof death; nnd the doctor frnnkly ndmitted thnt hnd ho known tho do censed to bo suffering from that com plalut ho would not hnvo permitted him to recetvo moro than twenty-flvo lashes. North, going out with saddened spir its, met In the passago a beautiful young girl. It wns Sylvln, coming to.vlslt her father. Ho lifted his hat nnd looked after her. Ho guessed that she wns the daughter of tho man ho had left the wife' of the Captain Frero concerning whom ho had heard so much. North wns n man whoso morbidly excited brain wns prono to strange fancies; nnd It seemed to him that beneath the clear bluo eyes that flashed upon him for n moment lay a hint of futurn sadness, in which, In Rome strange way, ho himself wns to benr pnrt. He stnred nfter her figure until It disappeared; and long nfter the dainty presence of the young bride trimly bootod, tlght-watsted and nently gloved had faded, with all Its sunshine nnd gnycty nnd health, from out of his mental vision, ho still saw those blue eyes and that cloud of golden hnlr. CHAPTER XXIII. Maurice Frere found his favorable expectations of Sydney fully realized. His notable escapo from death nt Mnc qunrlo Ilnrbor, his nlllnnco with tho daughter of so respected n colonist ns Mnjor VIckers, nnd his reputation ns n convict disciplinarian, rendered him n man of note. Ho received a vacant magistracy, and became" even more not ed for hnrdness of heart and artfulness of prison knowledge than before. The convict population spoke of him as "that Frere," nnd registered vows of ven geance ngnlnst him, which he laughed In his bluffness to scorn. One of the first things this useful officer did upon his arrival In Sydney wns to Inquire for Sarah Purfoy. To his astonishment, he discovered that she was the proprietor of large export ware houses In Pitt street, owned a neat cot tage on ono of the points of land which jutted Into the bay, and was reputed to possess n banking account of no in considerable magnitude. Ho In vnln applied his brains to solve this mystery. Sho hnd not been rich when she left Van DIemcn's land at least, so she had assured him, and appearances bore out her assurance. How had she accumulat ed this sudden wealth? Above nil, why had Bhe thus Invested It? He mado in quiries at the banks, but was snubbed for his pains. Sydney bnnks In those days did some queer business. He had not been long established in his magistrncy when Blunt came to claim payment for the voyage of Sarah Purfoy. "Well," said Blunt, "I've got a Job on hand." "Glad of it, I am sure. What sort of a Job?" "A Job of whaling," said Blunt, more uneasy than before. "Oh, that's It, Is It? Your old line of business. And who employs you now?" "Mrs. Purfoy." "WhatI" cried Frere, scarcely able to believe his ears. "She's got a couple of ships now, cap tain, and she made me skipper of one of 'em. We take a turn at harpooning sometimes." Frere stared at Blunt, who stared at the window. There was so the Instinct of the magistrate told him some strange project afoot. Yet that common sense which so often misleads us urged that it was quite natural Sarah should employ whaling vessels to Increase Her trade. "Oh," said he, "and when do you start?" "I'm expecting to get a word every day," returned Blunt, "and I thought I'd just come and see you first, In case of anything falling in." Maurice Frere, opprcsied with suspl cions, ordered his horse that afternoon, and rode down to see the cottage which the owner of "Purfoy Stores" had pur chased. Ho found It n low white build ing, situated four miles from 'the city, at the extreme end of a tongue of land which ran Into the deep waters of the harbor. A garden, cnrefully cultivated, stood between the roadway and the house. , (To b Mintlrmed. Force of Hnlilt. Chnron smiled ns tie piloted his ferry boat across the Styx. "I bet thnt chap over In the stern Is from Chicago," ho whispered. "What gave you the Impression?" asked the frlertd. "Why, be asked what time the Ico closed navigation down here." Alterlntr the due. "You ain't' at home, are you, ma'am?" "Of course I'm nt home." "But It's Mrs. Noz.Vo nt the door, ma'am." "Then I ain't" Cleveland Plnln Dealer. Tber Were Ilnppr. "Miss Screeclier Is going to censo her vocal exercises and travel." "It will be the rest cure." "I don't see how she can rest while traveling." "No, but the- neighbors can." Dilution. "You wouldn't think of watering your milk?" "No," answered Farmer Corntoesel. "Tho best I can do now Is to capitalize my dairy business an' water tho stock." Washington Star. Extreme. Ida SlioliftlesVocK Belle And why? Ida Because when he meets lior be always says; "There Is nothing like old friends getting together." She ob jects to the "old." Manners carry the world for the mo ment, character for all time. A. B. Alcott THE OLD FLAQ. Oil with your lint as tho n;tK goes by I , And let tlio heart hnvo Its "Xj Vou'ro man enough for n tear In your 070 Thnt you will not wlpo nwoy. Vou'ro man enough for a thrill that goes To your very linger w.s 1 . n,nt Aye, the lump Just then In your throat tiint . 8pokoraoro tlinn your parted lips I r.lft up tho boy on your shoulder high Ami snow mm 1110 muni n . ,, Thoso stripes would be red as tlio annuel If death coutd have dyed them red. The man that boro It with death lift lain This twenty yenrs nnd more; He died thnt the work should not he vain Of tlio mon who boro It before. The man thnt hears It Is bent nnd old, Anil ragged ills ucaru nnu Rrny, But look nt his eyo nro young and bold At tuo tuno thnt he lienrs them play. The old time thunders through nil tho nlr And strikes right Jnto the heart If ever It calls for you, Niy, ho therol llo thero and ready to start I Off with your hat ns tho nag goes by I Uncover tho youngster's head I Tcaeh him to hold It holy and high For tlio sake of Its sacred dead. Henry Cuylor Hunner. M1GKEY EHHT'8 FOURTH Of JULY. He's n man now, and n good ono, but July 4, 1872, he wns n freckled-faced, bnrefootcd school boy In Klwcod, Kan. He's a division superintendent on tho Illinois Central railroad now, nnd ho writes his name "M. R. Kmmott, Supt.," but In thoso days ho was known at the village school ns Mickey Kmmott. Of courso Mlchnol Robert Kmmott would have been more dlstlnguo and deferen tial, but In thoso dnys he didn't go In much for style, and, with the memory of his dead father's fine Irish hroguo yot ringing in his cars, "Mickey" Bounded all right. Mickey's widowed mother 'kept cows." Nobody called her llttlo estnollshmcnt n "dairy' except heself, but shu managed to eke out a decent living for herself nnd Mickey, nnd hIio wjs proud of her nmbltlon to give him nn cducntlon nnd prouder of the fnct thnt jo always was first nt his studies. But when the glorious Fourth of 1872 drew near, Mickey nindo nn eloquent plea for some fireworks. Ho wanted to show his patriotism. Ho hnd nn nmbltlon to make as much noise as tho ether boys, and his henrt rebelled at tho suggestion that "'twna a waste of monej." The widow promised him n flag. "Oi'll glv yoz n two-bit flag," said she, "nn' tnko ycz over t' the picnic nt Lake Conthrary. Thcy's t' bo a balloon nscln sion and freo folr wurruks, nnd 'twill cost us both only four-bits." Mickey preferred to ranko fcdlnm In his own yard, but tho widow was bent on the picnic, nnd the boy agreed u go. It was the balloon that fascinated the lad. lie was no sooner on the picnic grounds tban bo sought out the cord netted bag of yellow, with Its w'eker bas ket, its anchor and Its gaping mouth. When the great charcoal fire wis kindled and the pipe Inserted Into tho big bal loon, Mickey was the busiest lad In the neighborhood. His good mother watched him nnd cautioned him n bundled times, but ho hovered about the balloon like n bee nt nn nlfnlfa blossom. Finally, the aeronaut, Prof. Wlnbnll, camo forth with n bath robe flowing grace fully from his shoulders. IIU spangled tights gleamed In the hot sunl'ght, nnd he superintended the Inflation of his bal loon with tho careless confidence of n master.- Mickey redoub'ed his efforts to help so great n man. Ho helped to lift the sand bags Into the car, aod ns the yellow bulb, like a monstronsornnge, bob bed upward in Its efforts to be free, the little Irish boy was beside himself with delight. He hopped Into the banket a dozen times. Tho professor sm'.'cd beam ingly upon liim and askod: "Will you go up with me, Utile man?" Mickey glanced nt his mother, who shook her bend fiercely, and then he (lodg ed away ngnln into the crowd. Fifty stout nnns were now holding tho guy ropes which confined 'ho balloon. Tho day was perfect. Not a breath of wind disturbed the air. The smoke from the little steamer in the lake curh-d straight upward In a widening conn of gray. The trees wcro motionless. No cloud specked the blue sky, tho water lay flat and shin ing liko a mirror in the sun. "Now, my friends," thundered Prof. Wlnbnll, casting aside his robe and stand ing resplendent In the sunlight, ' when I shout 'Let go!' you must nil loos hold upon tho ropes." Tho volunteer assistants chorused "All right." Then thero wns a wait while the professor looked after somo carrier pig eons thnt were to accompany him In tho ascent. Somebody shouted "Let go !" The restraining ropes were dropped with one accord, and tho balloon, 'ennntlesH and like a rayless planet, rose upward from the ground. Then tho round, brown, f reel led fnco of a small boy peeped over tho rim of the basket. A woman screamed and fainted, and Mickey Kmmett, tho small boy of Elwood, Kan., wont sailing toward the zenith alono In a slender basket, swinging by four taut cords, with tho up ward sweeping bulb of yellow silk lifting him beyond the sound of voices and Into the measureless space where the winds aro free and tho world If but a silver striped ball of green and yellow, "When I looked over tLe edge of that basket," said Superintendent Kmmott, telling the story, "I didn't reallzo that I was going up. For flvo mlnutts or more It seemed to me that tho earth had sud denly dropped downward Into spneo, I heard my mother scream and wns vaguely convinced that she had felt the earth dropping under her nnd was tightened. It didn't occur to me that I was In dan ger. I rather felt thnt I vus lucky to ho In a balloon nt the very moment when the world fell from its place. I speculated upon what would happen when the globe went crash against the moon, nnd selfish ly chuckled nt the thought that I at least, wouldn't ho In the smnsh-up. "Tho only hreezo I felt seemed to como straight down from show. I dropped my cap out and it fell like n pound of lead. Then, for the first ilmu I began .0 realize i' I was gol nj, nnd the jiinh was II t. .,tf business n the x:im. , rpmrtor of n " .okod ll&o wi'ovi' 'Mined like I'"' I"- '" -iii, so far Xti nmxtt ux iium uAUiiiflu THE Soil, (Adapted from a famous old poem,) 4 1 I ssV"VrlL FV M mm m WWFWl. 1ssHM hvi rw mt in LnHsssBBBi Bm. mm nmvv n mm m r bbbbkjsbbbbbbbbbbbi uauw nMim . w .b 'mmmmi mkm. mmmKimmmt mat OlMsT IBBl mmmmmWk. W Wf BWI i 1 Mi timLBV w r sr. iiii bwb 'kr lu mt m w a m 1 v i mm "Ilonjamln Jones 1" tho father cried; "Herd" was tho answer loud and Clear, From tho lips of a youngster standing near ; And "hero 1" was tlio word tho next re plied. "Johnnie Jones I" nnd a silence fell This time, no answer followed tho call Only his brother saw him fall. Killed or wounded, h could not tell. There they stood In the morning light On July tho tlfth. tho present year. And (ho roll wns read In nccents clear ily tho senior Jones, who was ghaslly white. "Charley Jones!" At tho call there camo Two ambulance men and soma doleful groans . As they boro In the body of Charley Jones, (Ireatly dUflgured, to tai hi, Mt "Albert Jones I" and a mi,. "Chauncer Jon,r S J.'hmr tvut. - , . . Tho doctors 7 lMV M "VIIIIm JonesV-lhen 2SLl51 ro make som repairs on bit la)flrML 'I'w.. . .H.t . . ... ii For that family roll whMMiiSJJX1. .Of a total of ttren th Numbered but fm n1. M"'"n,.w that the people looked Hire small bugs, wns tho bottom of tho hollow dish. To tho west, like n yellow ribbon winding nmoug green fields nibl fori Ms nnu squares' of golden harvett field tho Mis souri river Iny Hashing In th sun. Lake Contrary, a sheet of water four miles long, looked llko the hnll-olosAl blue eyo of a woman. St. Joe, smokmcss and spangled with tin roofs nnd glass, seemed almost beneath me, llko a toy village on a checkerboard, Its hills llnttenjl nnd Its streets merely dotted with crawling specks. "It must hnvo been past 0 o'clock In (lie evening when the balloon let go.' Tho suu wns low, nnd yet before I' set yond the Ivnnsns plains tho world no longer looked flat. Just as th sun, mon strous in size nnd brazen with tho dull color that you hnvo swn at sunset, struck tho horizon, tho world sudden' assumed tho appearance of n glob?. T.io lake bo low me, now looking like a sl'ver dime, BCIIKAMKII AMI KAIMTKf. seemed like tho apex of the sphere, nnd then, ns the sun droppVd below tho sky line, Hhndows crept about It. I saw, llko stars reflected In tho water, tho city's lights shining dimly below. Soon tho globe, down upon which I gnz."l with fas cinating Interest, lost nil rotor. The pnlo lights (teemed to he swimming round nnd round. But yet my balloon, still In the sun's hnlf light, was luminous with a pale yellow glow. "I beenmo fascinated w tli the sparks of light and streaks of llory rod that then began to glimmer and (lash In tiny Hues nnd arcs upon tho earth. Komotlmos a muflled roar liko that of thuiuk'r nnd then tho crack of lessor noises wruld reach my oars, nnd I began to fancy that I wns far nbovo the clouds nnd was looking down upon a minlnture thunder storm, But finally I remembered tha' It was the Fourth, nnd (hen I know that the disturb ed area upon which I saw so many little darting lights was St. .Too and its evening display of Roman candles, rockets and bombs. Thoy all seemed very trilling nnd pitiful to me then, and I remembered con ceiving a genuine contempt for so small a thing ns a pack or even a box of fire crackers, "Thon I noticed that tlio breczo no longer blew downward upon my bare head. I watched the bug which had been rotund and bulging, and saw that Its shies wcro dented nnd flabby. I found n pnekago of cords In tho basket, adver tisements for tho balloon'st, nnd throwing them out saw that they sailed lazily up ward. '"I'm falling!' I murmured, nnd for tho first time became rnnsclrcs of tho most terrible fear. My hnlr wns rathor long, and stood on end partly with ter ror and pnrtly from the upwn-d draught through wlilch I wns ilcsc-ndlng moro rap idly each second. Tho moon peeped over tho eastern hills suddenly, and then I could seo the earth ngnln, luminous In n pale green glow and appniently sonrlng steadily toward me. Then I could see blotches of darker shadowy green, the river looked broader, nnd now I could seo the Inko ns If coming up directly under me, silvery blue. Then I henrd a mur mur as of mnny dlstnnt voltes which grow louder nnd louder. I heard cheors nnd looked over for the Inst lime. I wns falling so swiftly now tlml I pinyod and thought Of my mother by turn. Thon I covered my faro with my hands nnd waited for tho craHh. "But suddenly tho banket In which I crouched sloped with a nddon Jerk, and then the big silken bug rame softly rust Unit dowu oyer mo. I fH auotUor e'ntle mm in ti inn uniiM t t ivm i mum mi nsnfiH twn . . ..." vu iiuz I hi u rmVif uailOOD. Whrt I n I Was III a lifltnmnMr AM 4l 1 1 inn i,n.i r",r . .1 .: " v" 1 wi f - ... . . - ' huh prr nv n.ii. inihiiu. . i ... mmi nnjr, was HOWISf mj UL had descended within a ,Uvv uuu marita iron spent nearly three hours at a JW tnde. Of course ray moiher m will. Anw t...t T).. . . .1 . - ...... .v..., 1 iui, HiUMII, M III IIHlfVAri I i liltf ...I.Ll. .1... it . . h i mini mai M IDWIltt ness or urn nlr would iniure irj u!t ii i V ii .. . 7 v nurr7u ii nm in me mxe, ana a icon a wero patrolling th water wiIcWm mi. Tim linllnnn nI.A. . . .. . : : "w Min the first Jolt ns I swept donmrt l .1 ... ... . . , uiukv tiiu ui me mm im ably saved me from a brst'n M least. No. I never went nttr 1 U xtn !... TI I. .1 . ord-IIcrnld. Orluln of "Yankee Uoolli," While "The Star SpanjM Biwt" hymn, to the strains of ivblcuM9i rn luiwi s 11 (1 liit'MPAii in rt-va ki mas m M'ttS l.t t M.t. l ill I... in vis rv 11 11 v 1 nn iiniriiiun iwMnmrr. 1 kco Jjoodic seems to bttt lira "spirit of 1770." r rin u inn it luian niutnui mil 1 m ha,I !. Iha lluills Imam Jaat 1 1. . ii i..ii r. . iue iv iicvUfUiiuunry id ii uennan jmiHinmoa jonaon unm - -.. .1.. . .V.AM W YwL ami rhythm of "Yankee Jwwir in 11 u I a nf t lirt Ail ilrinrw. At m I ..-.... 1. 1 utf.tilr- tin "VIM tltit t'tittwr nw.ti Ami rtrld ICS if n ttiiA "Ui.Wfilfmtr" iliinnv 11 H IK le had been composed for It. During the War of IoJfpfiiM ..i.i..r Ar.iiii.n mA rnf rr.i rs of Hessian nierrviinrlM ll 1. .. I.. I.. T . . a 11 siumc II fliAfWnro. thnt soldlff tm of King George brought wlib It America tho tune of their tWfm piaycn ll as n mnrcu. . jU set to tho nlr were no doubt W song as liicir own. x .nl.l n..n..llf1f .III llfltflUIl llldJiMB - tl'l..... l..i.r limiril II nt lUlfclvni-l .'- ... I.j rMHIN it, tiim. .iiifiiiiiriim. mrj . & ..V...1.-.. rtAA.il.." nns ndfeil I ii..t iiithiiii mnrrutru vi " - linn iiit'ii unit nn""1 us-!..- s .i.Ia "lair imuu ft HIIimnMPIll V IIIllllVfcll"v n Ing "Tho World Turned U(i w. An ICpltaph. Bton. traveler. anl "WMM Who's It ng here J below. , He.fillcd his cannon to tM w - That's all you'll Morntiiil of Uncle Rnstu. eo-Mto IJJ bo on hand for tlio celebrMW irlf The celebration begin.