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About The Oregon scout. (Union, Union County, Or.) 188?-1918 | View Entire Issue (Oct. 31, 1885)
DUST AND ASHES Sho practiced on liim nil her wile? Till in love's silken ni't sho cnusht lilm, And showered on liim lipr sweet as t smile When to her ttetshe enptivo orought him. But when he pleaded with tlio nmid To be re?nrded as her lovor, She si;hed u little, blushed and said, "l'leaso wait until the summer's over." And then began love's golden dream; To every picnic, every dance ho Took her," bought her lemon-cream And other things that maidens fancy. At bench hotels with her he hopped, For she was quite nn nrdent dancer At length the youth the question popped And waited for the maiden's auswer. It drew the sweetness from his life. It burned nndjicorched him likon blister; Twns this: "I cannot be your wife, Uut I will bo to you a sister." Boston Courier. DESERTED LOVERS. "Our ship! our ship! See, Henry, sho is sailing away without us. What can it mean?" The speaker, Lucy Morril, was a. beautiful girl a dark-eyed brunette; the person whom sho addressed was her lover Captain Henry Cavendish a young man of twenty-six. They had left the vessel inthodingy, only an hour before, to visit one of, those isles of the Pacific ocean, near which the ship was then lying "oftand on." The nnmo of the craft was the Swal low, and sho was the joint property of Cavendish and of Lucy's brother. Sho contained a valuable cargo, which tho two owners expected to dispose of at Sydney, Australia, at a profit of many thousands. His share would, theenptnin hud an ticipated, afford him the means to com merce married life with, and ho had already won a promiso from tho sweet girl, who had accompanied her brother on the voyage, to become his wifo as soon as tho cargo was sold. Now, at Lucy's exclamation, her lover, who was in a small valley, gath ering flowers for her, ran to tho sum mit of tho hill on which sho stood. ."Aye, what can it mean?" ho cried, in surprise and dismay. . Tho ship had madoall said, and, bo. foro a fair wind, was receding from his gaze at a rapid rate. Ho gesticulated waved hat and kerchief in vain. On went tho vessel, and at last her hull was invisible, and only her upper sails could bo seen. Graduollv these dipped lower and lower, until every vestige- of tho craft was lost to view in tho distance The two looked 'at each other with blanched faces. Hero they were, left by themselves on this far away islo of tho Pacific, which they knew was out of tho track of passing vessels. "Something is wrong," said the cap tain sadly. "I fear I have lost every thing. I was in a fair way to bo hap py and prosperous. Now I am poorer than abeggar." Tears rose in Lucy's eyes. I advised you not to go into partner ship with my brother," sho said, "but I dul not beiiove ho was dishonest. I thought he was only wild and reckless. Now I do not know what to think." "It has spoiled our happiness," said Cavendish. "Probably wo will never see the craft again, and as I am thus penniless, I cannot think of obliging you to fulfil your promise of being my wifo." For several moments Lucy's dark syes were veiled by their long lashes; then sho throw herself weeping on her lover's breast. "Can you beliovo mo to bo mercen ary?" sho said. "Oh no, Henry; I am yours tho samo as over." "But," replied Cavendish, "wo have no money to live on now, if I should mako you mine." "Wo hardly need money here," said Lucy, smiling. "That is true; but wo will want Food." "We would want that whether we wero married or not," said Lucy softly. "And so you are willing to bo my bride to marry mo now?" "I I did not say so," she answered, shyly. "It is for you to say." "Who is hero to marry us?" "Truo enough; but but I don't, know I have heard that missionaries are sometimes on theso far away is-; lands." "Wo will go and look for one," said Cavendish, offering his arm. They had not proceeded far when they met a native a dusky, wildly-clad man, with long, black hair. Ho show ed surprise on seeing them, and asked them many questions in broken Eng lish. From him tho lovers learned that thero wa,s a missionary on tho island. Hoguided them to that person's house, a small building, with a thatched roof. Tho missionary, an aged man, re ceived thorn kindly and heard their story. "It is soldom that vessels pass this way," ho said. "I am afraid you will have to stay here for months. You will have to livo principally on fruit and fish." "Qui wo get plenty of that?" inquir ed Cavendish. If you havo a boat, you can go out and catch oil the fish you want. As to fruit, it grows wild on sonio parts of tho isle, but to mako sure of gutting suough, you had better cultivate a plantation of your own." Tho young man had no difficulty in inducing the missionary to perform the marriage ceremony. Assisted by the good 'man, tho can tain thon sot out about erecting a hab itation. It was finished in a few days, and the missionary loaned tho young couple a fow utensil to "commonce housekeeping' with. For a pockot knifo and a silver tobacco-box, one of the female natives sold to the captain half-a-dozen dresses, which bhehiul ob tained, in exchange for fruit, from "the master of an English vessel that had oneo onchored oil the island. These dresses, Lucy, who was skillful with the needle, soon altered to lit her per son. And now, while Cavendish never reased to 1 egret the loss of his vessel and cargo, he and his pretty wife could not help enjoying their island life. Thocnptain eventually had a thriving plantation, on which he cultivated not only fruit, but also vegetables. In his boat the Dingy he would row miles away from the i-land to ob tain fish, and" often Lucy would ac company him. Happy in eachother'ssociety.the two at last became attached to their snug little island home, which stood, with its thntclied roof, perched on a rising bit of ground above the beach, where the sea waves came rolling in white and high. Ono morning, after they had lived there almost a year, Caven dish left his wife to goon one of his usual fishing excursions. It was a calm, still day, and the young man, rowing far from the isle, was soon lost tothegnzeol Lucy who was watching him in tho misty dis tance. An hour later a terrific gale sudden ly came sweeping over the ocenn. The wind and the sea together roared with a din that was almost deafening, and it seemed to Lucy that thegreat waves, scattering sheets of spray that filled the air like white clouds, were as high as mountains. Terrified and anxious on her hus band's account, sho watched in vain for his return. "Ho is lost! lie is lost!" sho cried, wringing her hands. "His boat could not livo in a sea liko that. Oh, Henry! llenryl" Tlio old missionary mauo ms ap pearance. Ho strove to console her, but ho could give no hone, for he, too, could not help thinking tho captain was lost. Tho spray and tho rack of the storm :overed tlio raging water tor nines, so that no object could at present be seen through the cloud-like curtain. Straining their eyes to the utmost, tho two anxious watchers vainly cn dea'vored to pierce with their gazo rush ing masses ot vapor. All at onco Lucv fancied she saw something liko a black speck tossed and buried along towardstheisland. "See! What is it?" she gasped. "An overturned boat," said tho missionary, when tho object had drifted nearer. "It is his boat!" Lucy cried in agony Such was indeed tho case. Broken and battered, the dingy in which Cavendish had left tlio island, was at length hurled high upon tho beach. Jt seemed as if Lucy would lose her reason. With wild eyes sho gazed upon tho boat. Not a sound escaped her. She stood liken statue, staringat tho broken dingy, as if she could not tear herself away from the spot. "Come, child," said the missionary; "come. It is hard, but you must try to control yourself. "I will stav hero. I will watch for his bodv." sho groaned. "It must soon come." But she waited in vain. The waves refused to give her tho remains of her husband. She tottered to tbolittle house, and, throwing herself down on a rustic lounge there, she gave way to her grief. "To think that I will never, never see him again!" sho cried "Oh; I wish that I, too, was dead!" Thero was a bright, hectic color on each cheek, and a restless gleam in her eyes. The words of consolation offered by tho missionary fell unheeded on her ears. A delirious fever was fast tak ing possession of her brain. Tlio old missionary went outside of tho house, and walked to and fro, his mournful gazo turned seaward. Tho violence of tho galo had now abated and tho atmosphero had clcartfd. Far away tho watcher beheld a largo ship, apparently headingfor the island. "Hero comes a vessel!" he called, hoping thus to turn the young wife's mind a littlofrom the grief. Sho was on her feet and out of tho house in a moment. With eager in terest did sho gazo on tho approaching craft. "I know that ship," sho cried, in a voice of agony. "It is my husband's and my brother's tho swallow. But it has come too late! too late! My Henry has gone, and I will never leavo the island. I will dio hero, and when I dio I must be buried in tho sea, whero ho lies, and thero woshall meet again." Wildly fahono her eyes as sho spoke, and tho missionary feared that her mind had already begun to wander. Meanwhile on camo tho ship, until sho was within a mile of tho beach, when a boat was lowered and iiulled shoreward. As it drew nearer, thoro was a sim ultaneous cry of joy from Lucy and tho missionary, for they recognized Captain Cavendish, standing in the bow, waving his hat to them. J'He has been picked up and saved!" cried Lucy'scompanion. "Aye, oyo, safe and well!" shouted the captain, hearing tho words. Soon titer tho boat's keol grated on tho beach, and Lucy threw herself into her husband's arms. "Have you no greeting for mo?" said a voico near thorn. Lucy looked up to see hor brother, whom sue had not rocognized on ac count of his thick beard. As thocaptain released her, he em braced andk-issod her. "This is, indeed a happy day for me," ho said. "Out in tho storm, just as it commenced, I fell in with vour husband, struggling in his littlo boat, and I was fortunate onoush to pick him up. Tho boat howevor, drifted away from us beforo wo could secure it. Now I find my sis ter, well and happy, still, I hope, hav ing fuith in her wild scamp of a broth er." "Why did you desort us?" inquired Lucy. "Why leavo us on this island?" "It was not I who deported you, but the men. They roso in mutiny, which they had probably been for some time planning, knocked mo and the two mates down, tied our hands and feet, thrust us into the hold liko pig, and then, clapping on sail, headed away from the inland. "Their objet as Infterwardlearned. was to take the vessel to some South American port, thero sell the cargo, pocket the funds, and then make oil inland, leaving the craft in our posses sion. They were not good navigators, and, therefore, tljey were many months beating about the Pacific Ocean. "At last they were within some hun dreds of miles of the South American coast, but by this tinio half the num ber concluded that their plan was not a feasible one. They would, on reach ing port, bo boarded by the authori ties, questions would be asked, and detection, it seemed, would be inevita ble. They were unanimous for freeing us and returningto their duty, provid ed we would promise not to puni-di them severely for what they bad al ready done. "Two others did not liko this propo sition; the two parties quarreled, and tho end of it was that they all finally resolved to desert the vissol in a body, and mako for an island they saw in thedistance. They didso, first setting us at liberty. They took tho launch tho best boat we had and many useful things from the ship. With tho cook and steward, there now were only five of us to work tho ship. A few (lays later, howover, we shipped some Portuguese sailors from tho Felix Hands, oil which wo then lay becalmed. "As these men wanted to go to Syd ney, and would not ship until I had promised them I would mako a 'straight wako' for that place, I was obliged to head in that direction, in stead of retracing my course to tho distant short a thousand miles away on which you and Cavendish had been left. "A fair wind favored me, and f final ly arrived at Sydney, when I disposed of our cargo to n much better advan tage than I had even expected. Then 1 shipped another crew, and headed for this isle, oil' which, it seems, I ar rived just in time to save your hus band's life. I havo to add that his share of our profits is with mine, safe under leck and key, aboard ship." A few days later, Captain Cavendish, now the fortunate possessor of many thousands, sailed away with his wifo from the island. In duo time tho hap py couple reached London, and on tho outskirts of that city they erected a comfortable cottage their future home. THE 1JLUH GRASS IJI2GT02. Tlio Cilltlruteil IVojilc) ofTlils Srrtloil iiml Thulr IIui)iy l'astonil 1.1 To. Letter in tho New York livening Post. That one may hear the English lan guage spoken heroin purity; that tho best magazines are read; that Ameri can authors are discussed and intelli gently liked or disliked; that young ladies know good music and are as well dessed as those of New York; in short, that thero is heroa class of people who, in all that goes to mako up culture wealth, travel, manners, morals, speech, etc. are tho equals of thobest Americans to be found anywhere, aro truths unsuspected by many, and doubtless incrediblo to many others with whom invinciblo ignorance or in grained prejudice aro obstacles to faith. The pastoral life goes on prosperously and happily year after year in tho bluograss region. It is necessarv that discrimination bo made at the outsot as to locality. Between tho dwellers in this rich rolling plain and tho in habitants of thoriverond mountain counties is all tho difference, as re spects cultivation and peacefulness, that ono might reasonably expect to find between different races. Undoubt edly by tho stranger who should visit this country for tho first time, tho class of peoplo lirst to Do mot and studied aro tho moro prosperous and intelligent farmers. Ho need not go among them armed to tho teeth. In tho vicinity of tho towns ho will find that some of them aro men of busi ness in town bank officers, profes sors, lawyers, etc. And so they aro men of ideas. Thoy havo private li braries, they drive the most beautiful of horses over the most beautiful of level whito limestono roads. Tho grounds and tho woodlands around thoir homes aro sometimes worthy of an English park. Of courso you will expect to sco tho herds of Jerseys and Durhams grazing over their fertile meadows. Ono of them may show you tho stables where famous trotters or racers aro being groomed. Anoth er may take you to tho aromatic shed whero his men aro pressing tho tobacco which has of lato begun to bo so largely cultivated in this part of tho State. Another may open for you tho bonded warehouse, whoro "old Bourbon" is stored away, barrel above barrel, tier after tier, and, of courso, if you havo a mind to, you can find out what "old Bourbon"is when you return to tho shaded veranda. You walk to some knoll, and from its summit cast your eye over tho succession of mead ow, field and forest. Tho negroes aro fol lowing the ploughs down tho long rows of tho young Indian corn. Thoshuttlo of tho reaper is heard in tho wheat field on the distant hillsido, and tho faint scream of a locomotive as it rushes along tho banks of tho winding river. A cool wind, sweet with tho odor of wild roso and elder bloom, withthosa- lubrious smell of frostily cut clovor, or newly ploughed earth, blows from this quarter and from that. Above you is tliedeen, sercno uiuo, with wmtoclouds drifting over. Under you is the deep green ot tlio velvet turf. Around you is an uunospuoro mo most luminous and crystalline. To you como tho coo ot building dovos, the notos of tho specklo breasted lark, the shriek of the untatcu blue lay, tlio drowsy tattoo of tho woodpecker, driving his bill against tho top of ft dy'iig walnut. i on think of tlio boat and dust and din and weariness of tho great city, and thank your stars that you are in tlio blue grass region 01 Jventuck-y. A31I2H1CAN (jIIvLS. An l:i:iinont Divine Snj Tlmy Aro 'ot .M(M Aiiieuilit:i' to Saratoga Trunk. Prof. Swing in f hirago Current. The giil of to-day, with rare excep tions, is 'ndnstrious and with a breadth of invention and execution. The ironi cal and often mean essays on the wom an of the present often picture her as good for little except for accom panying a Saratoga trunk on its wan derings in summer and for filling fash ionable engagements in winter. Much of this sarcasm is deserved by tho few, but when the millions of girls aro thought of as they are ornamenting their mot hers' homes in the villages and cities, the honest heart cannot but confess that the word "girl" never meant more than it does to-day. This being, when found in her best estate, can go gracefully from her silk dress and piano to a "plain garb and to work among plants, or to tho kitchen, or to a mission school class. In tho city she can easily walk three miles. Lan guor has ceased to be fashionable; sleep in the day tnno not to bo en dured. Tho soul is thought to bo action, not repose. All can contradict these words of praise: because nil who think a mo ment can find exceptions in girls who are always just dead with a headache, or as averse as a mummy to onv kind of conversation or activity; girls who who are pleased with nothing and no body. These exceptions aro so disa greeable that they seem to mar tho whole world and mako tho beautiful characters invisible. In matters of this kind ono can only offer opinions. One daro not assert with confidence. At a popular summer resort, whero quite a number of these Iti-year mor tals were met and observed daily, it appeared in evidence and in common fame that to be full of obedience to ward parents, of kindness toward all persons and things, to be industrious, to be full of inquiry and rational talk was not the exception, but tho average of condition. Why should a few girls of marked vanity and of giggling tendencies cast into reproach that multitude whose hearts are as innocent as tho .Tune flowers and Juno birds? Much of the ruin of character comes in tho later years of woman, when the im prudence of late dancing, lato suppers and the mental anxiety, and, perhaps, sorrows which come from tho vain ef forts of tho heart to create a paradiso of pleasure away from duty, mako tho cheek fade early and the oyo lose its luster in tho morning, liko sun that goes behind clouds before noon. As for noble girls of 10, the Western con tinent is full of them. They aro in tho cities, in the villages, in tliefarni'houses. We meet them on all streets, along all paths in the lone and lovely country. They are ready for all duly and hap piness, and constitute to us older and lading hearts tho most beautiful and divine scene on earth. First CitiiiVtlcM'iitoliatUe Flags. From Mrs. Burton Harrison's "Reu olleclions of a Virginia Girl in thoFirst Year of tho War," the followingis tak en: "Anotherincident of note, in per sonal experience during tho autumn of '01, was that to two of my cousins and to mo was intrusted tho making of tho lirst three battle flags of the con federacy, directly after congress had decided upon a design for them. They wero. jaunty squares of scarlet crossed with dark blue, f hocrossbeoring stars to indicate tho number of tho seceding states. Wo set our best stitches upon them, edged them with golden fringes, and when they were finished, dispatch ed ono to .lohnston, another to Beau regard, and tho third to Karl Van Dorn tho latter afterward a dashing cav alry leader, but then commanding in fantry at Manassas. Tho ban ners were received with till tho enthusiasm wo could havo hoped for; wero toasted feted, cheered abundantly. After two years, when Van Dorn had been killed in Tennessee, mine camo back to me, tattered and smokestained from long and honorable service in tho field. Hut it was only a littlo whilo after it had been bestowed that thero arrived ono day at our lodgings in Cullpeper a hugo, bashful Mississippi scout ono offtho most, daring in tho army with the frame of a Hercules and tho face of a child. 1 To was bidden to como thoro by his general, he said to ask if I would not givo him an order to fetch some cherished object from my dear old home something that would prove to mo 'how much thoy thought of tho maker of that flag!' after somo hesitation, I acquiesced, although thinking it a jest; A week later I was tho astonished recipient of a lamented hit of finery left 'within tho lines,' a wrap of whito and azuro brought by Dillon himself, with a beaming ( face. Ho had gone through tho Union pickets mounted on a load of firewood, and, whilo peddling poultry, had presented himself at our town houso, whence ho carried oil his prize in triumph, with a lotter in its folds, telling us how rel atives left behind longed to bo sharin.; tho joys and sorrows of thoso at largo in tho confederacy." Allen Thorndyko Rico, tho proprie tor of tho North American Boviow, is said to bo tho fortunate possessor of $5,000,000 a very comfortable sum to havo at one's command. Mr. II ice knows how to uso it to his own enjoy mont and to tho enjoyment of others. Ho is a voting man, not Hf, it is said, with ofivo complexion, dark-brown hair, largo hazel eyes, a good straih'. noso and a well-brushed, close-cut beard overhung by a long must ache. Ho dresses quietly, and, whilo bis clothes aro all of tho handsomest no torial, ho seems to havo a fancy for a top coat that is a littlo worn in ti n seams, so that hisclothes will not htlvu the appearance of having just conm from tho tailor. Mr. Hico is a very btuy man, for besides taking care of his monoy ho looks after tho interests of tho North American llovil-w, engages contributors, and when ho is in New York takes ontire charge of thocditor ial department upon his shoulders. Til 15 CZAR'S M12TIIOD9. Gov. Curtin ltotutei Sumo Anei-ilotes of tlio ltiiilun AiitntM-ut. In tho house postoflico the other day, writes tho Washington corre spondent of The Indianapolis Journal some statesmen were discussing the trial of Kiel, tho rebellionist in the Northwest province, who has been sentenced to death for conspiracy and treason against her majesty's govern ment. Amongthem was representative Curtin, of Pennsylvania, ex-governor and ex-minister to numerous foreign countries. "I should not caro to have my life," said Gov. Curtin, "hang in the balance of many of tho courts of foreign coun tries, and especially courts-martial. The tribunals of Russia aro very oppressive, and the peoplo who are called upon to defend them selves against treason. conspir acy, or even disrespect to tho gov ernment, have litl Iechance for life. It is almost sure death to bo charged with, anything against tho czar of Hus sio. I remember an instance which camo under my notice whilo 1 was United States minister to Russia, which shows the oppression. An American of considerable prominence ind a good deal of wealth, who was travelling over tho world, camo to mo ivith a letter. Ho niado my head quarters his own, and I showed him all the courtesies I could. Ho was quito Independent and American, I found, however, inhisobservations abouttho jznrish government, and seemed to anderstaud tho courtesies required to ward the ruler and hissubordinntes. "Ono day, whilo tho American was in St. Petersburg with me, 'continued Gov. turtin, "we took a stroll on the leading thoroughfaro at a time when tho pop alaco was out in forco for drives and .valks. It is a cust om st rictly adhorcd iq that tho head shall bo bared and She people shall bow in courtesy to tho v.ar when ho drives through the streets, IVhen we wero out tho czar passed our party, who wero on foot. Ho was in his carriage, accompanied by Humor ous attendants. Everyono raised his jiat and bowed except my American (riend with mo. Tho czar recognized tno and my friends, and also the ono who did not salute liim. 1 saw that tho discourtesy was observed, and turned to my friend when the caval cade had passed and said: 'You mado a great mistake in not saluting tho czar.' 'Oh,' replied ho, 'I don't caro anything about that.' "The next day a noto camo tonio to appear at tho foreign office. I went." "'You wero out on the street yester day when tho czar passed through on his drive?' " 'Yes,' I replied. "'You had some friends with you?" "'Yes, sir." '"Ono of them did not saluto tho czar?' " 'I beliovo not.' "'Well, you had better nsk him to como down hero, and apologize or explain his action. That will bo satis factory.' "Of courso, I was greatly embar rassed, and promised to havo my friend call and mako tho amend hon orable if ho would do so. But do you know that fellow wouldn't do it? No, his American obstinacy showed it self, oven to niulishness. Ho said ho wouldn't do it; hodidn'tpropose to apologizo for failing. to saluto tneczar; lie had done nothing wrong, and noth ing to apoligizo for. This was com municated to tho foreign ollico, with my regrets. I could do nothing moro. Tho verv next dav niv friend camo to mo with a groat document from tho Russian government. Ho said ho wanted it translated. 1 had ic dono for him. In was a notico to skip. "'Oh! but I sliallnot doit,' honaivo ly replied. 'I am guilty of no crimo, and 1 shall remain hero as long as I wish.' "A fow ovomings afterward, I learn ed, somo officers called at tho hotel and took my friend away. Ho was never heard from after that. I do not know whether ho was sont to Siberia, to prison, or oxecutcd." Gov. Curtin related an incident which illustrates tho perfection of tho Russian spy ystcm. Whilo minister to Russia ho went to Paris. It was during tho Franco-Prussian difficulty. Tho presidentof Francosent forhim, and ho went to tho palaco. "You havo recently had a talk with tho czar of Bussia about our foreign troublo?" ho asked. "I have," ropliod tho governor. "Would you caro to tell mo what ho thinks of it." "Well, as a diplomat representing tho United States, I must decline," tho governor answered. Roturn'mgto Russia thoczar request ed his presence "You havo just been over to Franco?" "Yes sir." ' "Talked with tho president?" "Yes." "Would you caro to tell mo what was said about tho foreign difficulty?" Gov. Curtin declined to do bo, in the samo respectful languago ho had em ployed in Paris. "Well, I will tell you what was said to you, oxactly," said tho czar, and ho proceeded to repeat tho conversa tion the governor had had. The in formation had rouched tho czar through tho Russian spy system, which is world-renownod. A tcmporancospeaker told a Boston audionco of a saloon-keopor who sprinkledliquoronthosidowalkin ronfc of his dram shop for tho purposo of tempting tho opnotito, through tho sense of smell, of somo poor victim. Many accepted tho statement as a embellishment of a ficticious tale, but a city missionary who was present corroborated it. Anothor activo tern peranco worker related how carefully it is necessary toguard tanks in which ico water is kept mplacos for reformed men, lest whisky bo poured in sur reptitiously R. U. Cox of Drifton, Pa., is tho largest hard coal mine proprietor in the country. Stormy Xfg-lits In the Lighthouse l'ockport (MusfO Leetcr to the Philadel phia Times. "Yes, wo see and hear somo curious things," said tho lighthouse keeper, "and as for monotony, its enough to drivo one mad. Married men fare bet ter, as, when women and children aro around, it isn't quito so lonesome; but it's bad enough. My station for a number of years was a rock about two hundred feet long and ono hundred feet wide, and in a galo of wind tho houso stood right in the water, with theseas rolling all around. "Yes, it was'shaky. Ono night I call to mind especially. It had been blow ing a galo for two days; tho sea was making a clean breach over tho ledge, and every time it hit tho houso it would jump sixty or 100 feet into tho air and como down on the roof liko rocks. On tho ledge wero four or five bowlders that must havo weighed over two tons, and tho first thing wo knew ono of them fellows camo at tho door, burst it in, and in a second wo wero all a-swhnining. Tho stono couldn't get in; it just stuck there, so wo took to tho light and sat on tho stairs, and nigh froze to death, all night. Mo and my man took turns in going tip every half hour, and d'yo know, tho lighthouso swung so that you could hardly keep your feet. I thought moro than onco that we'd go over, but sho didn't. Tho feeling is different from most any thing elso. Thero is a shaking and vi brating all tho time, and then when tho big gusts como you can feel tho whole thing treniblo and quiver, so tho you'd almost lose your feet. "One night," continued tho speaker, "I remember somo fishermen gotblow ed oft shoro and camo in there, and what a night it was! About midnight somo ono sings out 'Tlio lamp's out.' And so it was. Up wo rushed, half a dozen of us, scared to death, as ten mit utcs might costagoodmany lives and a vessel could como within twenty feet of our house beforo sho struck. By tho timo we got up wo found the place full of snioko and seo something find fouled tho chimney, and what d'yo suppose it was? You'd never guess. It was blowing fit to tako tho buttons oil your coat; but somo ono had to go outside and climb up tho rod on to tho very top of the light and seo what was tho troublo. It was a close call, and wo tossed for it. My mate drew and started. Wo tied a ropo around him and up ho went and did tho job. "Ho camo back alivo, but with tho whitest faco I over sawonolivingman. Ho said ho wouldn't do it again for lovo or monoy. "But what d'yo supposo ho found in tho chimney, stuck fast? Nothing more nor less than ono ot those 'ero Mother Carey's chickens, jammed in as tight as it could got, and dead of courso. Wo get regularly pelted with birds in tho light, and that is tho reason the glass is mado so thick, as almost overy night onoortwo birds hit against it. Sometimes in tho Spring and Fall hundreds of 'em will striko in course of a night. You see, at this timo tha birds aro migrating and flying offshore along tho coast, and on foggy nights they only sec tho blazo of tho light. They mado a break for it, and down they go, and in tho morning tho rail, iron and glass will bo all blood and feathers." Tlio Jaws of Comic Opera. Now York Mail and Express. No other class of peoplo onthostagc aro so ephemeral as tho comic opora singers. Thoy como and go in a day. They tiro tho fashion for a season, like a hat or a necktio. Thero was Lilian Hussoll, says a letter writer in this city, who porhaps was tho handsomest and tho most successful for a timo of all who havo been stars in tho Gilbort Sul livan operas and thoso of tho recent French school liko "Olivotto." She rodo on tho top of every high wavo at ono timo in Now York. Everybody wont to sco her. All tho managers wanted hor. Her picturo was in overy shop, and her salary was whatovor she might demaud. Sho camo back bore from London tho other day and ap peared at tho Bijou Opora Houso one Sunday night in a concert. Thoro was a fair houso, not a crush by any means, Sho appeared again tho Sunday night following. Tho houso was nearly emp ty. Sho gavo up tho series, and has not appeared in public sinco. Catherino Lowis can't got an en gagement. Fay Tomploton, a wonder fully pretty and talented young girl, is no longer in demand. Louiso Searle is hero doing nothing. Emma Carson, who was a great favorite hero twe years ago, is compelled to tako a sub ordinate part in a burlesquo, and so it goes. Thoro is something in tho lifo of tht comic opora singer tliat is very wear ing and that makes rapid and disas trous chauges. Sho Boon gots toe stout, losos her voico, or becomes em broiled in a novel scandal. Anyhow, she goes, and goes quickly. McCaull said incidentally that lit never engaged a girl to go into ono o! his companies unless bho had been ii somo other company. Tho manago knows hotter than any ono elso thai thero is hardly a door in lifo that opens quicker and wider to moral one f hysical.ruin than tho comic opora ts fascinations and allurements en trap hundreds of poor girls ovory year. tiiHl nowhere can ono seo the diro re suits as plainly as thoy aro to bo seer hero. It is liko going into tho firo al Moloch. It don't tako long to accom plish tho sacrifice, but thoro is alwayi waiting a long lino of fresh victims Tho dramatic agencies hero aro con stantly bescigod by troops of younf girls wlio wont to got into comic opora companies, whilo garrots and cohort and shows ore full of thoso who hav already been thero. No lifo it moro full of exterior glitter and show and inward bitternoss anc disappointment, and whenever yoi seo a chorus of pretty girls you moj always know that there is a sida tc their lives not revealed in their smil mg facM and pretty costumed.