Prisoners and Captives
By H. S. MERRIMAN
CHAPTER VIII. (Continued.)
"Now I remember," interrupted Miss
' Winter, with her pleasant laugh; "of
course. Please don't tell me any more.
My stall was number number two hun
dred and sixty "
"Four," suggested Tyars in such a
manner that it was in reality no sugges
tion at all.
"Yes; two hundred and sixty-four.
There was an empty seat on my right
hand."
"And an old gentleman occupied that
on your left."
"My father," she explained, simply;
but in the tone of her pleasant voice
there waa something which made Tyars
look gravely at her with a very slight
bow as if In apology. Oswin Grace
glanced at his sister with raised eyebrows,
and she nodded almost imperceptibly. He
had not heard of old Mr. Winter's death.
In less skilled hands this Incident
might have led to an awkward silence;
but Agnes Winter had not spent ten
years of her life in a whirl of society for
nothing. She knew that one's own feel
ings are of a strictly individual value.
"You," she continued, "took the va
cant seat."
There was something very like a ques
tion in her glance. Oswin Grace did not
look pleased, and his eyes turned from
one face to the other searchingly. Then
she seemed suddenly to have received an
answer to her query, for she turned to
Helen and launched into narration gayly.
"I will tell you," she said, "why these
details are engraven so indelibly upon
such a poor substance as my memory.
It was rather a grand night; royalty
was present, and the theater was almost
full. In front of me were two men who
id not appear to be taking an absorbing
Interest in the play, for one was draw
ing something which I took to be a map
upon his program- "
"It was a map," confessed Tyars, light
ly. 'While he whispered earnestly at in
tervals to his companion. I came to the
conclusion that he was trying to persuide
him to go and look for Livingstone, which
suggestion was not well received. At last
he turned round. I thought he was ad
miring, or at least noticing, the new
diamond star In my hair, but subsequent
events proved that he was looking over
my head. I' was disappointed," she added
aside to Tyars.
"I both noticed and admired," he ex
claimed in self-defense. "There were
two diamond stars, one much larger than
the other.
All except Oswin laughed at this feat
of memory.
"Well," continued Miss Winter, "at
the first interval this irreproachable
young man left his seat, came round,
turned back the chair next to me, and
hook hands with the man In the pit !"
The pith of the story lay In its narra
tion, which was perfect. The lady knew
her audience as an able actor knows
his house. By some subtle trick of voice
the incident was made to redound to
Tyars' credit, while its tone was distinct
ly against him. The easy, cheery, honest
humor of voice and expression was Irre
sistible. Even the Admiral laughed as
much as he ever laughed at a joke not re
lated by himself.
"He was," explained Tyars In his un
satisfactory way, "a friend of mine."
At this moment the door was opened
by Salter, who announced that dinner
was ready. As they were moving toward
the door Oswin suddenly stopped.
"Where is Muggins?" he asked.
"On the mat," replied Tyars. "He
was rather shy, and preferred waiting
for a special invitation. lie is not quite
at home on carpets yet."
"I have heard about Muggins," said
Helen to Tyars as they jwent downstairs
together, "and am quite anxious to make
his acquaintance."
So Muggins was Introduced to his new
friends, standing gravely on the dining
room hearthrug with his sturdy legs set
well apart, his stump of a tail jerking
nervously at times, and his pink-rimmed
eyes upraised appealingly to his master's
face. He was endeavoring to the best of
his ability to understand who all these
well-dressed people were, and why he was
forced into such sudden prominence.
Moreover, he was desirous of acquitting
himself well; and that smell of oxtail
soup was somewhat distracting to a sea
farer. He formed the subject of conversation
while this same soup was being discuss
ed, and Tyars was almost enthusiastic
on the subject, somewhat to the amuse
ment of Miss Agnes Winter, who was not
a great lover of dogs.
The dinner passed off very pleasantly,
end many subjects were discussed with
greater or less edification. Miss Winter
seemed to take the lead, in virtue of her
seniority' over the young hostess, touch
ing upon many things with her light and
airy precision, her gay philosophy, her
gentle irony.
Admiral Grace was the only person who
succeeded In getting a piece of personal
Information from Tyars, and this by the
bluntest direct question.
"I once," said the old gentleman, "was
on a committee with a west country baro
net of your name a Sir Wilbert Tyars
Is he any relation of yours?"
"Yes," Tyars answered, with Just suffi
cient interest to prove his utter Indiffer
ence. "Yes; he Is my uncle."
There was a short pause ; some further
remark was evidently expected.
"I have not seen him for many years,"
b added, closing the Incident.
When Mia Winter's carriage was an
nounced at a quarter to eleven Tyars rose
and tald good-night with an unemotional
mm which might equally bar marked
the beginning of intimacy or the consum
mation of a formal social debt.
When Agnes Winter came downstairs
arrayed in a soft diaphanous arrange
ment of Indian silk he was gone, and
the three young people as they bid each
other good-night in the hall, were eon
clous of a feeling of insufficiency. None
of the three attempted to define this
sensation even to themselves, but it was
not mere curiosity. It is worth noticing
that Claud Tyars' name was not mention
ed again in the house after the front door
had closed behind him. And yet every
person who ha'd seen hiru that evening
was thinking of him ; upon them all the
Impress of his singular individuality had
been left.
" 'Ain't wot I'd call a sailor man, eith
er," muttered old Salter, thoughtfully
scratching his stubby chin with a two
shilling piece which happened to be In
his hand as he returned to the pantry
after closing the front door. "And yet
there's grit in him. Sort o' bad weather'
man, I'm thinkin'." (
Oswin's reflection as he slowly prepar
ed for sleep were of a mixed character.
He was not quite sure that the visit of
his late shipmate had been an entire suc
cess. His own personal interest In the
man had in no way diminished, but the
light of feminine eyes cast upon their
friendship had brought that difference
which always comes to our male acquaint
ances when we introduce them to our
women folk.
CHAPTER IX.
It was not yet 9 o'clock the following
morning when Claud Tyars left the door
of the quaint, old-fashioned hotel where
he was staying. The usually busy streets
were still comparatively empty. Washed
out housemaids in washed-out cotton
dresses were dusting the front doorsteps
of such old world folks as were content
to continue living on the eastern precincts
of Tottenham Court road.
As the young fellow walked briskly
through some quiet streets in his dress
there was this morning a slight sugges
tion of the yachtsman that is to say,
he was clad in blue serge, and his brown
face suggested the breezes of the ocean.
Beyond that there was nothing to seize
upon, no clew as to what this powerful
young man's calling or profession, tastes
or habits, might be. He stopped occa
sionally to look into the shop windows
with the leisurely interest of a man who
has an appointment and plenty of time
upon his hands. Any one taking the trou
ble to follow him would have been struck
with the singularity of his choice in the
matter of shop windows. He appeared to
take an interest In such establishments as
a general dealer's warehouse. There was
a large grocer's shop on the left-hand side
and here he stopped for a considerable
time, studying with great attention a
brilliant array of American-tinned pro
duce. A tobacconist's was treated with
slight heed, while the wares of a large '
optician appeared to be of absorbing In
terest. The floors of St. Katherine's Dock had
been open only a few minutes when Ty
ars passed through the building into the
London Dockl On the quay, under an
iron-roofed shed at the head of the dock,
a red-bearded, clumsy man was walking
slowly backward and forward with that
idle patience which soon becomes second
nature in men accustomed to waiting for
weather and tides. When he perceived
Tyars he lurched forward to meet him.
Tyars acknowledged his jerky saluta
tion with a pleasant nod, and they walk
ed away together. This burly son of the
north was the man with whom Tyars
had exchanged a shake of the hand one
evening in a London theater when Miss
Winter was seated close by.
They walked the whole length of the
block, avoiding with an apparent ease
pitfalls in the way ring-bolts, steam
pipes and hawsers. At the lower end of
the basin, moored to a buoy in mid-dock,
lay a strange looking little steamer. Her
chief characteristic was clumsiness
clumsiness of spar and general top-heaviness.
Her bows were originally very
bluff, and being now heavily incased In
an outer armor of thick timber, the ef
fect was the reverse of pretty. She was
rigged like a brig, and her tall, old-fashioned
funnel, rearing Its white form be
tween the masts, suggested an enlarged
galley chimney.
Although she was the strangest looking
craft in the docks, where many quaint
old ships are slowly rotting to this day.
It was said among the dock laborers and
custom officers that the vessel had been
built at Trontheim, In Norway, for a
steam whaler; that she had been bought
by an Englishman, and was now being
leisurely fitted out under the supervision
of the red-haired Scotchman who lived
on board. Her destination was a pro
found mystery. Some thought that she
was to be a whaler, specially fitted for
the "north water," others boldly stated
that she was destined to opes up com
merce with China by the northeast pas
sage. "I think," said Tyars, critically, as he
stood examining the little steamer, "that
you have got on splendidly, Peters. She
looks almost ready for sea."
"Ay," responded the red-faced man,
slowly.
He was no great conversationalist.
With his great head bent forward he
stood beside the tall, straight man, and
In his, attitude and demeanor there was
a marked resemblance to a shaggy, good
natured bear.
"You have got the new foremast up, I
see. A good bit of wood?"
"Fine !"
He shook his head sadly from side to
side at the men thought of that piece of
wood.
"And the standing rigging Is all up?"
"Ay."
"And the running rigging ready?"
"Ay; them riggers was fools."
Tyars smiled in an ainutted way and
said nothing.
A boat now put off from the strange
steamer and came toward them. A small
boy standing In the stern of it propelled
It rapidly with half an oar. Presently it
came alongside some slimy steps near to
them, and the two men stepped Into It
without speaking. There was something
hereditary In the awkward manner in
which the boy jerked his hand up to his
forehead by way of salutation. They all
stood up In the boat, the older men sway
ing uncomfortably from side to side at
each frantic effort of the boy with tho
half oar.
When they reached the steamer Tyan
clambered up the side first, stepping on
board with the air of a man well ac
quainted with every corner of the ship,
He looked around him with an uncou
sclous pride of possession .at which a
yachtsman would have laughed, for there
was no great merit in- being the owner of
such a ludicrous and strange craft. Pe
ters, the red-faced sailor, followed, and
a minute examination of the vessel be
gan. Below, on deck and up aloft the
two men overhauled together every foot
of timber, every bolt and seizing. The
taciturn old fellow followed his employ
er without vouchsafing a word of praise
of his own handiwork. He did not even
deign to point out what had been done,
but followed with his head bent forward,
his knotted fingers clasped behind his
back. As it happened there was no need
to draw attention to such details, for
here again Tynrs displayed tho unerring
powers of his singular memory. No tiny
alteration escaped him. There seemed to
be in his mind a minute inventory of the
ship, for without effort he recalled the
exact state of everything at an earlier
period, vaguely designated as "before I
went away."
When the Inspection was finished the
two men walked slowly aft, and, stand
ing there beside the high, old-fashioned
wheel, they gazed forward.
"I believe," said Tyars, at length, "that
I have found the man I want my first
mate."
"Aye," said the old fellow. In a non
committal voice.
"A royal navy man."
There was the faintest whistle audible
in the stillness of the deserted dock.
Tyars looked down at his companion,
whose gaze was steadily riveted on the
foretop-gallant mast. The whistle was
not repeated, but the straightforward
sailor disdained to alter the form of his
twisted Hps.
"I had," continued Tyars, calmly, "an
other very good man cook 'and steward
but he died of yellow fever."
Peters turned slowly and contemplat
ed his employer's face before answering.
"Ay."
"This fellow was just the sort of chap
I want. Plenty of hard work in him,
and always cheerful. Sort of man to die
laughing, which, in fact, he did. The
last sound that passed his lips was a
laugh."
As they were standing there, Peters,
the younger, emerged from the small gal
ley .amidships, bearing a tin filled with
potato peelings, which he proceeded to
throw overboard. Seeing this, the proud
father eyed his employer keenly, and
moved from one sturdy leg to the other.
He clasped and unclasped It Is hands. At
last he threw up his head boldly.
"And the lad?" he said, with some
abruptness.
Tyars looked critically at the youth
and made no answer. His face hardened
in some indescribable way, and from the
movement of mustache and beard, it seem
ed as if he were biting his lip.
"There's plenty o' work in him, an'
he's cheerful," almost pleaded the man.
Tyars shook his head firmly. Had
Miss Winter seen his face then, she
would have admitted readily enough that
he was a man with a purpose.
"He is too young, Peters."
The carpented shuffled awkwardly, his
lips close pressed.
"Have ye thowt on It?" he Inquired.
Tyars nodded.
"I'd give five years o' my life to have
the lad wi' us," he muttered.
"Can't do it, Peters."
"Then I wlnna go without him," said
Peters, suddenly. He thrust his hands
into his trousers pockets and stood look
ing down at his own misshapen boots.
The faintest shadow of a smile flick
ered through Tyars' eyes. He turned and
looked at his companion.. Without the
slightest attempt at overbearance, he
said pleasantly:
"Yes, you will, and some day you will
thank God that the boy was left behind."
Peters shrugged his shoulders and
made no answer. For the first time In
his life he had met a will equal to his
own In stubbornness, In purpose. And it
was perhaps easier to give la to it be
cause in method It differed so entirely
from his own. It is possible that in the
mere matter of strength Peters was a
mental match for his employer, but Ty
ars had the inestimable advantage of ed
ucation. The little boat was urged to the shore
In the usual jerky manner, while the
clumsy, red-faced sailor stood watching
from the deck. He noted how Tyars waa
talking to the boy, who laughed at times
in a cheery way.
"Ay," muttered Peters, with a short,
almost bitter laugh, "there's some that
is born to command."
As Tyars passed out of one gate of
the London and St. Katherine's Dock, a
lady entered the premises by another.
They passed each other unconsciously
within a few yards." Had either been a
moment earlier or a moment later they
would have met.
The Imposing gate-keeper touched his
hat respectfully to the lady, who was
Miss Agnes Winter.
(To M eonHnnsd.1
Tea was cultivated in China 2,700
Tears before the Christian era.
CARL SCHURZ.
Ilnd Gained an Honorable Place
, Among; Our Great Men.
After having lingered botween Ufa
nnd denth with a complication of dis
eases for more than a week, Carl
Schurz, the famous publicist, editor nnd
statesman, passed awny at his homo in
New York City.
From a poor Immigrant, landing in
this country when he was 23 years old,
Carl Schurz worked his way upwnrd to
a position in the foremost ranks of pub
lic lire. The story of this immigrant
boy reads more like a volume of juven
ile Action, with the hero alwnys good
and true and struggling for high Ideals,
than a recital of Incidents which make
up the career of the great publicist As
Btateenian, soldier, editor and thinker,
Mr. Schurz held the respect of the best
element of this country, and many of
those who fought side by side with him
CARL SCIIUBZ.
In the many battles for civic righteous
ness In which he took a lending part be
lieve It impossible for the country to
measure the full value of his services
to It y
The life of Schurz was full of ad
venture and Interesting details. He
was born at LIblar, near Cologne, Prus
sia, on March 2, 182!). He was edu
cated nt the Gymnasium of Cologne nnd
subsequently at the University of Bonn,
which he entered In 1840.
Gottfried Klnkel, poet philosopher
and patriot, who had married Carl
Schurz's cousin, was professor of
rhetorics in the university. After the
revolution of 1848 had broken out Kln
kel headed an Insurrection, was cap
tured and condemned to Imprisonment
for twenty years. Schurz was engaged
In the defense of Ilastadt a town and
fortress In Baden, when It was cap
tured. He hid in a shed for three days
and finally escaped through a sewer
and made his way to Switzerland and
thence to Paris. There, disguised as
an organ grinder, he effected the rescue
of Klnkel, who accompanied him to
England. Schurz supported himself In
London for a while, teaching German
and writing letters to German news
papers, before he came to the United
States in 1852.
When Schurz landed In New York he
could neither speak nor write the En
glish language, and the political ban
ners of Pierce and Scott which spanned
Brondway were a sore puzzle to him.
Yet three years afterward he was ad
mitted to the bar in Jefferson, Wis.,
and Immediately entered the struggle
against the aggressions of slavery, for
which the Republican party was rap
idly organizing. Schuri worked mainly
through the Germans of the Northwest,
and five years after landing In this
country the Immigrant boy was nom
inated for Lieutenant Governor of Wis
consin and came within 200 votes of
being elected.
In 1858 Schurz took an active part
in the Lincoln-Douglas campaign in Illi
nois, and it was during this that he
.'owned a friendship with Lincoln which
was ended only by the death of the
President In 1859 Schurz went to Bos
ton, where he made an address on True
Americanism, which was commented on
ill over the country. One reading the
ipeech would find it hard to believe
that It was written by a man who sev-.
in years before could not speak En
glish. A year after making this address Mr.
Schurz was elected chairman of the Re
publican national convention In Chi
cago, and supported the nomination of
Mr. Seward to the last After the con
tention he spoke In various States of
he Union, and on the accession of
Abraham Lincoln to the presidency Mr.
jchurz was appointed minister to
3paln. He reached Madrid in July,
iut after he realized how great a strug
;le the Civil War was to be he was
ecalled at his own request In Decem
ier he was appointed a brigadier gen
ral of volunteers. Mr. Schurz com
uanded a division of the Eleventh
!orps under Howard, fought with Fre
nont and Slgel, and ended his service
inder Sherman in North Carolina.
( After the war Mr. Schurz was ap
iolnted a special commissioner to re
ort on the condition of the, seaboard
nd gulf states, and after that he be-
ime a special correspondent of the
ew York Tribune. In 1806 he became
editor of tho Detroit Tost and a year
later ho moved to St Louis, whore lie
purchased an interest in the WoHtlleha
Post, of which ho took charge. In 1800
Mr. Schurz was eloctod Unltod States
Senator from' Missouri.
Ho found himself very soon forced to
oppose the tendencies developed by the
strenuous war period in tho party to
which lie had been warmly devoted,
and ho threw nsldo the party yoke by
opposing tho pluns of President Grant
The first open difference came with the
submission to the Somito of tho treaty
for the annexation of Santo Domingo,
which ho fought with nil his energy.
In the Liberal Republican movement
he took a prominent part and was
chairman of the Cincinnati convention
which nominated Horace Greeley. Ho
was uctlvely engaged In the Ohio can
vass, supporting th6 election of Hayes
as Governor on a hard money plat
form, and he also took an active part
in the presidential campaign which ro
sultod in the election of Huyes. In 1877
he was appointed to a seat in the cab
inet It was while Secrotary of the In
terior that Mr. Schurz put Into opera
tion tho principles nnd mothods of civil
service reform, seven years before their
adoption by law.
Although Mr. Schurz held no public
office after his retirement from the cab
inet his Influence In public affairs wns
felt almost to the end of his life. He
wns a powerful antagonist of machine
politics, and because of his strong fol
lowing his co-operation In nil reform
movements was welcomed.
MlnUterlnl Courtenlc.
When tho Rev. Frank Ritchie of St
Ignatius' Church In New York wan r?c
tor of the Church of the Ascension In
Chicago, ho was most popular with
his bishop because of his extremely
high church ritualism and was known
as the "black sheep of tho diocese." At
a general gathering of tho clergy, Fath
er Ritchie was paired off with the only
colored rector In the bishop's Jurisdic
tion. Tho clerical wits Joked about It
"The two black sheep of tho dioceso
walked together," remorked one of
them. The colored brother, n broad
churchman, happened to overhear tho
remark.
"I should like to know what I have
done?" ho demanded with rancor.
It was not long afterward that Fath
er Ritchie went to preach In this same
colored rector's church, nnd he was In
troduced In this manner:
"Father Ritchie will preach this even
ing. Before the sermon we will sing
the hymn beginning; 'My soul, be on
thy guard. "Everybody's Magazine.
DOWAGER EMPRESS
MAY LEAVE RUSSIA.
The Dowager Empress of Russia is
said to have decided to leave that coun
try forever. A few weeks ago she
bought tho beautiful pnlace of IIvl-
DOWAGEB EM PRESS OF RUSSIA.
doere, near Copenhagen, and she has
now bought another country seat In En
gland. Her sister, Queen Alexandra, of
England, It Is said, is responsible for
this change and the Downger Empress
expects to spend her summers In Den
mark with her brother, King Frederick,
and her winters In England.
Method.
"No matter what opinion Is offered,
you express a contwry view," said tho
impatient friend.
"Well," answered Mr. Bllgglns,
"that's a way I' have of . acquiring
knowledge. A man Is more likely to
give up all he knows on a subject If
you get him to warm up with a little
controversial Indignation." Washing
ton Star.
Good Morning;, Judge!
"Who's dat old guy?"
"Dat'g me old 'friend Judge Whelan.
"Yer old friend! I s'pose you an'
hlm's vlsitln' acquaintances, eh?"
, "No, merely speaking acquaintances.
I know him well enough to say 'Good
mornln' to him every few weeks."
Cleveland Leader.
Unsolled.
"Don't you think Brown is inclined
to dally "with the truth?"
"I don't think he ever touches It"
Milwaukee Sentinel.
Pay day comes slowly to a man who
watches the clock.