The Bend bulletin. (Bend, Or.) 1903-1931, June 29, 1906, Image 6

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for The Term ofjlis Natural Life
CHAFTfiH XXII, (Continue.!.)
Housed by the morning sun streaming
In upon li tin. Mr. North opened hi blood
shot ejes, rubbed his forehead with
hand that trembled, ami suddenly awak
ening, rolled off the hed nnd roe to hi
feet. He saw the empty braudy bottle
on his wooden drossiug table, ami re
membered whnt had passed. With shak
ing hand he dashed water over hi ach
ing head, nnd smoothed ht garments.
The debauch of the previous night had
left the usual effocta behind It. llli
hntln seemed on fire, his hand were hot
nd dry, hU toncue clove to the roof
of his mouth. He shuddered aa ho view
ed his pale face and red eyes In the
little looking glass. Stealing Into the
Bitting room, he saw that the clock
pointed to half-past six. The flogging
was to have taken place at half-past
fire. Unless accident had favored him
he was already too late. Fevered with
remorse and anxiety, he hurried pat
tho room where Meekln yet slumbered,
end made his way to the prison. As
he entered the yard Klrkland had 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 Burges. 'The. punishment Is
nearly over."
North stood by. biting his ualls and
grinding his teeth during six more lashes.
Klrkland had ceased to yell now, and
,.,.1, r,,r.n.,1 HU back wss like a
bloody sponge, while In the Interval be
tween the lashes the swollen flesh
twitched like that of a new-kllled bul
lock. Suddenly Macklewaln saw his
head droop on his shoulder. 'Throw
him off! Throw him off!" he cried, and
Troke hurried to loosen the thongs.
"Fling some water over him!" said
Burgess. "He's shamming."
A bucket of water made Klrkland
'open his eyes. "I thought so," said
Burgess. 'Tie him up again."
"No; not If you are Christians! cried
North. , . . .
He met with an ally where he least
expected one. Hufus Dawes flung down
the dripping cat. "I'll flog no more,
aid he. ...
"What?" roared Burgess, furious at
this gros 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, roaming.
Tie him up! Here, constable, fetch a
man here with a fresh cat. I'll gWe
you that beggar's fifty, and fifty more
on the top of 'em; and he shall look on
while his back cools."
Itufus Dawes, with a glance at North,
pulled off bis shirt without a word.
and stretched utmseti i mo i. ....
Ills back was not white and smooth,
like Klrkland's had been, but hard and
seamed. He had been flogged before.
Troke appeared with Gabbett, grinning.
Gabbett liked flogging, it was 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 bis right, and if he got hold of
a "favorite," would "cross the cuts."
Kufus Dawes planted hla feet firmly
on the ground, took fierce grasp of the
staves, and drew In bis breath. Mackle
waln spread the garments of the two
men upon the ground, and, placing Klrk
land upon them, turned to watch this
new phase In the morning's amusement.
lie grumbled a little below his breath,
for he wanted his breakfast, and when
the commandant onre began to flog,
there wan no telling where be would
atop. Hufus Dawes took fire-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 sot
been for that cursed brandy," thought
he, with -bitterness of self-reproach. "I
wight have saved all this." At the hun
dredth lash, the giant pained, expecting
the order to throw off, but Burgess was
determined to "break tho man's spirit."
"I'll make you speak, you dog, If I
cut your heart out!" he cried. "Go on,
For twenty lashes more Dawes was
juute, and then the agony forced from
his laboring breast a hideous cry. But
It wat not a cry for mercy, as that of
Klrkland's had been. Having found his
tongue, the wretched niau gave vent to
his boiling passion In a torrent. He
shrieked Imprecation upon Burgess,
Troke and North. He cursed all sol
diers for tyrants, all parsons for hypo
crites. Ho 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
as though each blow of the cat forced
out of him A fresh burst of beast-like
rage. He teemed to Have abandoned
his humanity. Ha foamed, he rared,
ho tugged at his bonds until the strong
staves shook again; he writhed himself
round upon the triangles and spit Inipo
tently at Burgess, who Jeered at bis tor
ments. North, with his hands to hla
ears, crouched against the corner of the
wall, palslod with horror. He would
fain hare fled, but a horrible fascination
held him back.
In the midst of this when the cat
was hissing the loudest, Burgess laugh
ing his hardest, and the -wretch on the
triangles filling tho air with bit cries,
North saw Klrkland look at him with
what he thought a tmlle. Wat It a
smile? Do leaped forward, and uttered
cry of dismay to ioua mat an turnsa.
"HulloJ" ttya Trokt, running to the
Leap of cloth, ''the younf 'ua'a slipped
Itlg waiy.
Klrkland was dead.
"Throw hi in off!" says Burgess,
aghait at the unfortunate accident; and
Gabbett reluctantly untied the thongs
that hound Hufus Dawes. Two eon
stnbles wore alongside him In an Instant,
for sometimes newly tortured tneu grow
desperate. This one, however, was si
lent with the last lash, only, In taking
his shirt from under the body of the
boy. he muttered "Dead!" and In his
tone there seemed to be a touch of
envy. Then flinging his shirt over his
bleeding shoulders, ho walked out, de
fiant to the last.
"Game, ain't he!" said one constable
to the other, as they pushed him, uot
ungently, Into an empty cell, there to
watt for tho hospital guard. The body
of Klrkland was taken away In silence,
and Burgess turned rather pale when
he saw North's threatening face. "It ,u,, -Mr' Nort,,1' " "I
didnt know that the lad was chicken
hearted." But North turned away In
disgust, and .Macklewaln and Burgess
pursued their homeward route together.
Mr. North. In agony of mind at what
he considered the consequences of his
neglect, slowly, and with head bowed
down, as one bent on a painful errand,
" w w me prisoner who had sur
vived. He found htm kneeling on the
ground, prostrated.
"Hufus Dawes!"
At the tone Hufus Dawes looked up.
and seeing who It was. waved him off.
wont speak to me," he said, with an
Impreceatlon that made North's flesh
creep. "I've tokl you what I think of
you a hypocrite, who stands by while
a man Is cut to pieces, and then comes
and whines religion to him."
North stood In the center of the cell,
with his arms hanging down, and his
head bent. "You are right." he aald. In
a low tone. "I must seem to yon 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
you from punishment saved that poor
boy from death, r wanted to save him,
God knows! Hut I have a rice; I am
a "drunkard, I yielded to temptation, and
I was too late. I come to you, as one
sinful man to another, to ask you to for
give me." And North suddenly flung
himself down before the convict, and
catching his biood-bespotted hands In
his own, cried, "Forgive me, brother."
Hufus 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.
Ho 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 averted face, passed quickly from
the cell. Hufus Dawes looked at the
hand which his strange Tltitor had tak
en, and something glittered there. It was
a tear. He broke down at the sight of
It, aud when the guard came to fetch
the tameless convict, they found hint on
his knees In a corner, sobbing like a
The morning after this, the Her. Mr.
North departed In the schooner for
Hobart Town. Between the offlclous
chaplain and the commandant the events
of the previous day had fixed a great
gulf. Burges knew that North meant to
report the death of Klrkland, ami guess
ed that he would not be backward In
relating tho story to tuch 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 ofllelal "return" of the unfor
tunate occurence by the same vessel
that carried bis enemy, aud thus get
the ear of the office. Meekln, walking
on the evening of the flogging past the
wooden shod where the body lay, saw
Troke bearing buckets filled with dark
colored water, ami heard a great splash
ing and sluicing going on Inside the hut.
"What Is the matter?" he asked.
"Doetor's bin post-mortleing the pris
oner what was flogged this morning,
sir." said Troke, "and we're cleanln'
North, on his arrival, went straight
to the house of Major Vlckers. "I have
a complaint to make, sir," he said. "I
wish to lodge It formally with you, A
prisoner has been Hogged to death at
I'ort Arthur. I saw It done."
Vlckers 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 the circumstances of the
case. I always understood Captain Bur
gess waa a most humane man."
North shook hit head. He would not
accuse Burgess. Ho would let events
speak for themselves. "I only ask for
on Inquiry," tald he.
"Yet, my dear tlr, I know. Very
proper, Indeed, on your part, If you
think any Injustice hat been done; but
hare you considered the expense, the
delay, the Immense trouble aud dissat
isfaction all this will give?"
"No trouble, no expense, no dissatis
faction, should ttand In the way of hu
manity and Justice," cried North.
"Of course not. But will Justice ha
done? Aro you sure you can prove your
case? Mind, I admit nothing against
Captain Uurgeis, whom I hare alwayt
conaldsredf a moat worthy and zealous
officer; but, supposing your charge to
be true, can you prove It"
It tho witnesses apeak the
"Who aro they?"
"Myself. Dr. Macklewnln. tho cowta
mo nun io iriuucr, oiiu oi wtioiu was.
flogged himself. Ho will speak the1.. . . . ......'
truth, I believe. The other mnn I hnvo
not much faith In."
"Very well: then there Is only a pris
oner and Dr. Mncklcwnlu; for If there
has been foul play the eonvlct-eonstablo
will not accuse tho authorities. More
over, tho doctor does not agree with
"No!" cried North, amaied.
"No. You sets then, my dear sir, how
necessary It Is not to bo hasty In mat
ters of this kind. 1 really think thot
your goodness of heart has misled you.
Captain Burgess sends a report of the
case. Ho says the man was sentenced
to a hundred lashes for gross Insolence
and disobedience of order; that the doc
tor was present during the punishment;
and that the man was thrown off by his
directions after he had received fifty
six lashes. That, after a short Inter
val, ho was found to be dead, aud that
the doctor made a Mt-mortm examf
nation of the Iwdy and found disease of
the heart."
North started. "A post-mortem? I
never knew there had been one held."
"Hero Is the medical certificate." said
Vlckers, holding It out, "accompanied
by the copies of the evidence of the
constable and a letter from the com
mandant." Foot North took the papers and read
them slowly. They went apparently
straightforward enough. Aneurism of
the ascending aorta was given as the
cause of death; and the doctor frankly
admitted that had ho known the de
ceased to bo suffering from that com
plaint he would not have permitted him
to receive more than twenty-five lashes.
North, going out with saddened spir
its, met In the passage a beautiful young
girl. It was Sylvia, coming to vllt her
father. He lifted his hat and looked
after her. He guessed thai she was the
daughter of tho man he had left the
wife of the Captain Frere concerning
whom he had heard so much. North was
a man whose morbidly excited brain was
prono to strange fancies; nnd It seemed
to him that heneoth the clear blue eyes
that Unshed upon him for a moment lay
a hint of future sadness. In which, In
some strange way, he himself was to
bear part. He stared after her figure
until It disappeared; and long after tho
dainty 'presence of the young bride
trimly booted, tlght-walsted and neatly
gloved had faded, with all Its sunshine
and gayety ami health, from out of his
mental vision, ho still saw those blue
eyes and that cloud of golden hair.
Maurice Frero fnrjnd his favorable
expectations of Sydney fully realized.
His notable escapo from death at Mac
quarle Heritor, his alliance with the
daughter of so respected a colonist as
Major Vlckers, and his reputation as n
convict disciplinarian, rendered him a
man of note. He received a vacant
magistracy, and Itecame even more not
ed for hardness of heart and artfulness
of prison knowledge than before. The
convict population Hke of him at "that
rrere," and registered vows of ven
geance against him, which ha laughed
In his bluffness to scorn.
Ono of the first things this useful
officer did upon his arrival In Sydney
was to Inquire for Sarah l'nrfoy. To
his astonishment, he discovered that she
was the proprietor of largo export ware
houses in I'ltt street, owned a npat cot
tage on one of the points of land which
Jutted Into the hay, and wat reputed
to possess a banking account of no In
considerable magnitude. He In rain
applied his brain to solve this mystery.
She had not been rich when she left
Van Dlemen's land at Iraat, so she had
assured him, and appearances lxin out
tier assurance, now nan sne accumuiai-
ed this sudden wealth? Above all, why
bad she thus Invested 117 He made In -
quiries at the banks, but wat snubbed
for his twins. Sydney banks In those
days did some queer business.
He had not been long established In
his magistracy when Blunt came to
claim payment for tho voyage of Sarah
"Well," tald Blunt, "I've got a Job
on hand."
"Gktd of It, I am sure. What tort
of a Job?"
"A Job of whaling," said Blunt, more
uneasy than before.
"Oh, that's It, Is It? Your old Hue
of business. And who employs you
"Mrs. Purfoy."
"What!" cried Frere, scarcely able to
believe hit oars.
"She'll got a collide of ships now, cap
tain, and site made me skipper of one
of 'em. Wo take a "turn at harpooning
Frere stared at Blunt, who stared at
the window. There was to the Instinct
of the magistrate told him some
strange project afoot. Yet that common
sense which to often misleads us urged
that It was quite natural Sarah should
employ whaling vessels to Increase Iter
trade. "Oh," said he, "and when do
you start?"
"I'm expecting to get a word ertry
day," returned -Bluut, "and I thought
I'd Just come and see you first, lu case
of anything falling In."
Maurice Frere, oppressed with suspi
cions, ordered his horse that afternoon,
and rode down to see tho cottage which
the owner of "Furfoy Stores" had pur
chased. He found It a low white build
ing, situated four miles from the city,
at the extreme end of a tongue of laud
which ran luto the deep waters of the
harbor. A garden, carefully cultivated,
stood between the roadway and the
(To eontlnnsd.)
Manners carry the world for tho mo
ment, character for til tlmenA. D.
iff w1"' ),,ur bat " ,"'' "" "ties X'T '
- 'y,, mVenouWr'T'tcar labour eye
'Wat you will not wipe away.
inure mail ettoiiijo rur a I unit mm "
To voiir verv rturer litis-
Aye, tlitt lump Just then In your throat that
Hpoke more than your parted lips I
t.lft up the loy on your shoulder high
And show him I tin faded shred
Those stripes would b rd as tin sunset
If death could liar ityrd them reiU
The man tlist loir It with iMth ha lain
This twenty years and mure i
He died that th woik should not b valu
Of ths men who Ntr It liefor.
The man that tr It Is bent and old.
And tagged his lieard and gray.
Hut look at his ej fir young and hold
At ths tuns that he hears them play.
Vhs old tuu thuuders through sll th sir
And strikes right Into the heart -
It srsr It calls for you, Nijr, lw lherl
II tints and ready to start I
Off with your hat th rlss goes lyl
I'neover th youngster's head!
Teach him to hold It holy and high
Kor the ask of Its sacred desd.
--Henry Cuylsr llunner.
He's a man now, and a good one, hut
July 4, 187", he was a freckled-faced,
barefooted school boy lit Hlwood, Kan.
Irs a dlvls.ou superintendent on the
Illinois Central railroad now, and he
writes his name "M. It. Kmuietl. Supt.,"
but In thow days he was known at ths
village school as Mickey Kmiuett. Of
cour Michael Holiert Hmiuitt would
have been more dlsUngua and deferen
tial, but In those days he didn't go In
much for style, and, with the me-mory of
his dead father's fine Irish brogus yet
ringing In his ears, "Mickey" ounded all
Mickey's widowed mother 'kept cows."
Nobody called her little establishment a
"dairy eitvpt heelf, Imt she managed
to eke out a decent living for hersolf
and .Mlvkey. and ska was proud of her
ambition to give him an edurntlon and
prouder of the fact that je always was
first at his studies.
But when the glorious Fourth of IS72
drew near, Mickey made an eloquent plea
for some fireworks, lie wanted to show
hla patriotism, II had an ambition to
make as much noise as the ether boys,
and his heart rebelled at the suggestion
that "'twas a waste of mone." Ths
widow promised him a flag.
"OI'll glv jet a twodilt flag," aald she,
"on take jei over t" tho picnic at I-ake
Conthrary. They' t' be a balloon aeln
slon and free folr wurniks, and 'twill cost
us both only four-bits,"
Mickey preferred to make tedium In
his own yard, but the widow was bent on
the picnic, and the lioy agreed 'o go.
It was the balloon that fascinated the
lad. He was no sooner on the pletilc
grounds than he sought out the cord
netted bag of yellow, with Its r'cktr has
ket, Its anchor ami Its gaping moulli.
When the great charcoal flre w kindled
and the pipe Inserted Into the big bal
loon, Mickey was t(M busiest lad In ths
neighborhood. His good motliti watched
him and cautioned him a bundled times,
but he hovered about the balloon like a
bee at an alfalfa blossom.
Finally, the aeronaut, I'rof. Wlnball,
came forth with a bath robe flowing grace
fully from his shoulders. Ills spangled
tights gleamed In the hot sunlight, and
he superintended the Inflation of his bal
loon with the careless confidince of a
master, Mickey redoubled his efforts to
help to great a man. He helrd to lift
the sand bags Into the mr, and as the
yellow bulb, like a monstrous orange, bob-
ift npwari Its effort to be free, the
(IIttt rri,h WM (,1,1, himself with
.leHght. He hopped Into the basket a
' ,,) times. Tho professor tm'.Vd bva in
Ingly upon him and asked:
"Will you go up with ine, little man?"
Mickey glanced at hla mother, who
shook her head fiercely, nnd then he dodg
ed away again Into the crowd.
Fifty stout arm were now holding the
guy ro;es which confined the balloon. The
day was perfect. Not a breath of wind
disturbed the air. The smoke from the
little steamer lu ths lake curled straight
upward In a widening cotm of gray. TV
trees were motionless. No cloud specked
the blue sky, the water lay IU' ami shin
ing like a mirror In the sun.
"Now, my friends," thundered I'rof.
Wlnhal), casting aside hi rolit anil stand
ing resplendent In the sunlight, "when I
shout Tet go!' you must all looso hold
upon the ropes."
The volunteer asslstanti chorused "All
right." Then there was a wait while the
professor looked after some carrier pig
eons that were to accompany him lu the
ascent. Somebody shouted '7t go I" The
restraining ropes were dropped with on
accord, and the balloon, tenant! and
like a rayless planet, rose upward from
the ground.
Then the round, brown, frtrkled fare
of a small boy pseped over the rim of
th basket. A woman screamed and
falnUd, and Mlckty Kmmttt, ths small
boy of Blwood, Kan., went tailing toward
the xenlth alone In a slender basket,
swinging by four taut cords, with ths up
ward sweeping bulb of yellow silk lifting
him beyond the sound of voices and Into
the measureless space where the winds
are free and the world Ir but a sllrsr
strlped ball of green and yellow,
"When I looked over the edge of that
basket," said Superintendent lOminott,
telling the story, "I didn't reside that I
was going up. For Are minutes or more
It seemed to m that the earth had sud
denly dropped downward Into space. I
heard my mother scream and wat vaguejy
convinced that sh had felt the earth
dropping under her and was (tightened.
It didn't occur to me that I was In dan
ger, I rather (tit that I was lucky to be
"the fifth of july
(Adapted from
I s4KittVf'm
"Uenlamln Jones'" th fsther cried.
"Iters' was the nswr loud nd Hesr.
Krom lb Up or a younnstsr slsndlog
'her!" was th word th nest re
"Jolinnls Jones!" ami a slleur fell
ThU lime, no sntwtr followed lb call;
Only hi brother saw him (sll.
Killed or wounded, h rutiM not tell.
Titer they stuod la th tuornlBg llsht
On July th fifth, th present year.
And the roll ws read Is aetent dear
lie the settlor Junes, who wse that!) whit.
"Chsrler Janes '" At th csll there mm
Two ambuUitf
wen snu swti iisieini
As they ! Is
Is Wdjr ft f'bsrley
III a li I loon at th very wtMwnt when th
world fell from It flare. I speculated
upon what would happen when th glob
went crash against th moon, ami selfish
ly chuckled at th Ihottfht that I, at least,
wouldn't l In th smash-up.
"The only brrej I felt seemed to route
straight down frimt above. I dropped
my rap out and It fell Ilk a pound of
lead. Thn. for th first time, I began
to rvalli that I was going t'p ami the
earth was standing still, doing business
In the same old place. For a quarter of
an hour the ground below rtt leoked like
a concave basin. The horlion stinted like
the high outer rim, and below m. so far
that the people looked Ilk small bugs,
was the bottom of the hollow dish. To
the west. Ilk a yellow rll-boit winding
among green fields and fort its and
squares of golden harvest field lit Ml
sourl river lay flashing In th sun, Itke
Contrary, a sheet of water four miles
long, looked like the halt-eoe. bins ey
of a woman. St. Joe, smokeles and
spanglrd with tin roof and glass, seemed
almost beneath me, like a toy village on a
checkerboard, It hills tlattenil and Its
street merely doited w'lth crawling
pecks, '
"It must hat been tat tl o'clock In the
evening when the 1st I loon let go, Th
sun was low, and yet before It set be
yond the Kansas plains ths world no
longer looked flat. Just as th' sun, mon
strous In site and braien with the dull
color that you have seen at sunset, struck
tho horizon, the world sudden) assumed
the appearance of a globe. T.te lake be
low me, now looking like a sl'ver dime,
seemed like the a pel of th sphere, and
then, as th sun dropped below the sky
line, shadows crept about It. I saw,
like stars reflected In the water, the city's
lights shining dimly below, Soon th
globe, down upon which I gat.M with fas
cinating Interest, lost all color, 'lite palo
lights seemed to b swimming round and
round. But yet my balloon, still In the
sun's half light, was luminous with a
pale yellow glow.
"I bscatno fascinated w'th th sparks
of light and streaks of fiery red that then
Legan to glimmer and flash In liny lines
and arcs upon ths earth. Sometimes a
muffled roar like that of thunder and then
the crack of leaser noises wculd reach
my eart, and I began to fancy that I was
far above the clouds and was looking
down upon a miniature thunder storm.
But finally I remembered tha' It was the
Fourth, nnd then I knew that the disturb
ed area upon which I saw to many lit t la
darting lights was St, Joe and Its evening
display of Homan candles, rockets and
bombs. They all semned very trifling and
pitiful to me then, and I remembered con
ceiving a genuine contempt for so small
a thing as a pack or even a box of fire
crackers, "Then I noticed that the brecxo no
longer blew downward upon my bare
head. I watched the bag which had been
r --&
- the roll.
a famous old poem.)
(Itestlr dlsfUuted, lo answer III USUI
"Alherl Jillteel" snd a Voir said "here"
"(.'haunt Junes t" "lie's iWwn st Ml.
U'llh s ewtqd f Mdly dsiuaged 'duke,'
Th dK(wr y he'll U well nit yesr
"Wllltsm Jme!"-then sol! tt sM
"A small lu plslul went ff snd sh-d
hi ttt,
And lb smWttlsM p?' httrrled and
(tt hint
T Mtlk e et-lrs hh his lHWfe. bed
'Tws a cilltnl day, but It et hs der.
trr Ifttt fststlty Mtl wheel eslleil Isilsf,
Of totsl f set eel ssl eHleff-l Ike fray,
NnmUted bstt fattr that snswefed "Vet"
Chtesst Trtsstst
rotund ami ImlclHg. and saw itsat lis
sides were dented awd fUbby. I found a
parkag ef cariU Ih th basket, adrer
tUemetits for taV (MtlkwenUt, snd throwing
lhi-ni out aw Itsat they mIM Uilly up
ward. "'I'm falling!' I wortHuretl, ami fir
the first time l-esne msse1! si of iIm
most terrible fsstr. My hair wss ratW
long, nnd stood u h ettd partly with ter
ror ami wirtly from the upwail draught
through willed I waa ihw-mllltg more rap
Idly each ecsml, Ttiw moot! eex oter
the eastern hills ttildortlr, snd then I
could e he ear th again, lllttt.timn In a
pale green glow ami apparently wHtrlng
steadily toward ttte. Then I nmld e
blotches of darker shadowy green. l)ii
river looked broader, and now I oitild -
th lak a If mmlng up directly utfW
me, silvery blue. Then I heard a mur
mur a of HMtiy distant vokrs which
grew louder and bwtdr. I heard cWrs
ami looked over for lb last tl.e. I was
falling so awlftly now that I played and
thought of my molTter by turn, Then I
covered my fr with my ham! and
waited far th ersh.
"Hut suddenly th basket In which I
crmiclied topd with a etidden Jerk, and
then th big silken bag rsitis softly rust
ling down over me. I felt another gntl
bump, ih voire were ringing In my ear,
ami I felt a hundred hand pulling away
st th empty Iwtlhxwi. . When I earns to
I wss In a hammock on the poich of th
littles hotel near Ih lake. I wasn't hurt
In th latt, and my mother, laughing,
rrylng and thanking God in her reverent
old Irish wny, wa holding my land, I
had dearendnl within a hundred jards of
the place had started from and had
spent nearly three hours at a great alH
tilde. Of cour my mother was wild
with fear, lost I'rof. Wlnball, who knew
his business, reassured her somewhat by
his own certainty that tits absolute still
ness of ths air would Insure ny a.f de
scent near by. Ills only worry was Ihst
I'd fall In the lake, ami a score of boaia
wer iNttrollliig iIm water wstteblng for
me, The balloon anchor was what caused
th first Jolt as I swept downward, but
It broke ths form of lit fall ami prob
ably saved his from a broken limit at
least. No, I never went near a balloon
again, but I'm not aorry for lite riprl
enee." John II. Itnftery lu Chicago Iteo
ordlleraM. Sloriilnic of th I'oiirlh.
I'ncle Itattua come to town early t
be on hand for the celebration
The celebration begins.
An ICplinilt.
Htnp. traveler, snd weep (or him
Who's lying brr below.
II filled hit cannon to the brim
That's til you'll ever know.
Nw Terk World.