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THE NORTH PLATTE BEMI-WEEKLY TRIBUNE.
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AVE you over known fenr,
th stark fear of a slow,
lingering, painful, abom
inable death?" romnrked
Jnlncs E. Smith, Fishery
Guardian at Lower Shag
Harbor, Shelburno Coun-
. VM.,n Qitnttn f Imvn
J5i? Imprisoned In a capsized
vessel, gnawed by hunger, tortured
by thirst, steeped In a horror of help
lessness, racked by a black, blind,
bootless rage of resentment against
fate, I knew fear, the fear that makes
the hair bristle, the saliva In tho
mouth turn salt and bitter, tho perspi
ration come out In clammy beads on
tho forehead, the heart almost Btop
bcutlng." Then Mr. Smith told this
tale
On Wednesday, May 9, 1877, the
Hchooncr Cod-Seeker, bound from Hal
ifax to Harrington, was running be
foro an easterly gale. Her master
was Philip Drown; her crew num
bered fourteen hands nil told.
A while before nine o'clock tho
lookout reported breakers ahead,
(.'apt lirown claimed that the white
ttpaces seen were only tho reflections
of the Cape Light upon the waves;
and ho kept her going, though somo
of die older men criticized him sharp
ly for doing so. 1 didn't lllto tho look
of things, but I was little more than
a boy then.
The schooner stormed along, grow
ing wilder In her motions, but as noth
ing happened I soon went down In
to the forecnstle for a drink.
Hefore I could raise the dipper to
my lips the schooner gavo a wild
lurch and flung over on her beam
ends, and I went sliding to leeward.
Tho schooner lay on her sldo, with
her spars tint on. the sea, and tho wa
ter roared Into her through hatch
'ways and companions. Getting to
my feet I hauled myself up toward the
companion, and tried to get out. I
might at well have tried to crawl
through a sluice-gate. Tho rush of
tho water splayed my fingers npart.
Soon the bows plunged downward,
and the water whelming In with great
er force swept mo out of the compan
ion I fell down on a heap of wreckago
on the side of tho ship, struck my
bend against something and was
stunned .for a space. When I got
my wits I was standing up with my
feet In the mouth of a berth and
ugatnst tho ship's side, and tho water
up to my nrmplts and a rafllo of float
ing wreckage about me.
In a few seconds more I was strug
gling In a whirlpool of Icy waters,
beating my hands ngalnst the flotsam
of tho forecastle, unable to see any
thing or to get a footing. As tho ship
moved, the Hood In tho forecastle
rising rapidly, surged back and forth,
and once I beenme untangled In some
half floating blankets nnd nearly suc
ceeded In drowning myself, Llko nil
fishing vessels she had a largo fore
castle down In tho bows of her, In tho
utter darkness I could not toll my
whereabouts.
Imprisoned In Capilzed Schooner.
For a time I was too frantic with
fright to think of getting hold of any
thing. I only thought of hooping my
lioud abovo water.
HUt presently tho ship scorned to
crow quiet fortr little, and I thought
of getting a grip on something. Strik
ing put I ran ngnlnst a wall with nn
under slope, felt around, roallzed that
it was tho deck and, as thero was
nothing to hold there, I turned about
nil swam to the other Bide.
I paddled about for quite a tlmo,
But nt last, stretching my hands out
of the water, r managod to catch hold
bold of the edge of a board tho face
board of ono of tho weather bunks.
As I hold on, taking bronth, tho wa
ter rose and lifted my head and shoul
dors Into tho mouth of tho berth.
I hastily scrambled on to tho Inner
Hide, then tho top sldo, of tho face
board. Willie I waited nppalled, for I know
uot what, 1 became awaro of a moan
ing sound, and crlod out, "Who's
that?"
It was Sam Atwood, a young fellow
about my own ago. lie was lying on
his Btomach on tho lnnoror top sldo
of tho face-board of what had boon
lower bunk. When tho Bchoonor
wa3 hove down ho had boon asloop
in his bunk, but somehow ho had
managed to cling to tho fnco-board,
though tho mattress and bottom
boards had been rolled out Into tho
forecastle. A mnn can face doath
botter with n friend near him. I grow
composed and began to tako stock df
$ho situation.
The schooner hud settled bb tho wa
ter got in her and, hnpply for ub, tho
bows wero tho highest part of her.
Wo learned afterward thut she had
drowned two men In tho nftor cabin.
Tho way she lay, tho round of tho
otar-bonrd bow wns tho highest part
of her, nnd we wore In tho after tier
of bunks, built against tho bulgo of
tho bow Hut our position was pre
carious enough, and neither dry nor
comfortable
Sluggishly Bhe roso and fell to tho
boavo of tho swell, and wo wore afraid
hIio would sink or turn turtlo alto
gether. After a tlmo she seemed to bring
up ngajnst something with n violent
Jerk, and her head was dragged down
ward, whllo tho water In tho forocas
tlo surged nfterwnrd.
Mightily alarmed wo sat astraddle
on tho face-boards, aud prossod our
noeea against tho skin of tho ship in
tho angle mndo by tho supporting
Jtneo of the deck beam. Wo found a
llttlo air imprisoned thoro after our
nhauldors and tho backs of our heads
were under water. But her bows con
tinued to swoop downward and soon
tho water was over our faces. I
thought It would soon bo tho end of
us. I fait bb If my head would burst
with tho intolerable prcBsuro.
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THE WRECK OF
THE COD-SEEKER
Br COLIN
Hut before cither of us lost con
sciousness something snapped I
thought It was something giving way
In my brain. Tho Bchoonor's head
rose Bwlftly, tho water receded and
wo found ourselves ablb to breatho
again. Oh, but the air was good!
Trembling, dizzy, exhausted, wo
stretched oursolves along the face
boards nnd rested.
What had happened wns this:
When tho schooner was hovp on her
Bldo tho anchor chain, stowed' In a box
on deck, wont overboard, and present
ly, as BhOjiswept along with tho tide,
tho end fouled the bottom and drag
ged her head under water. Then a
miracle occurred; tho big link In the
shacklo of tho other end nenr the wld
lass broko and allowed her head to
coma up again.
Tho schooner wallowed on her side.
She roso and fell to tho licavo of tho
swell, In a heavy, sickening way, but
sho did not roll much. Often wo
wero ducked under; and tho noises
woro frightful; roaring, snarling
sounds of surf; blood-thirsty gurg
lings, the dull booming sound of
things beating against the skin of tho
hold.
I was numb with cold, and awfully
weary and before long, In splto of the
nolSes, tho fear of slipping oft my
perch, tho horror of it all, I dropped
off Into a doze. And as I dozod I
dreamed the schbonor was hove down
whllo I wan on deck; dreamed that I
suw my chum Will Konney washed
ovorboard and dived nftor him.
Thirst, Cold and. l-forror.
, Then I woke up to find myself
struggling under water. It was was
still pltchdark nnd for a moment or
so I had no idea whero I was. As
my head camo abovo tho water I
struck something hnrd, and down I
went again boforo I could got my
lungs full-of nlr. Half stunned I strug
gled up again, and rammod my head
through a small opening, so small
that I could not get' my shoulders
through. My mouth was JUBt above
water. When 1 tried to Btrugglo
through the opening, tho thing resting
upon my shoulders would lift n llt
tlo and then press me down till 1
could not breatho. I struggled fran
tically; and tho harder I strovo to
keep my mouth abovo water tho moro
I seemed to bo forced down.
I could not Imagine what kind of a
trnp I had got Into, nnd my imagina
tion wnB mighty acttvo Just as they
say or a urownmg man. a moving
plcturo of my wholo llfo seemed to
flash before me. Every deed of a sin
ful naturo I had ovor dono seomed to
rise up ugnlnst me, crowding out all
hopo of salvation.
At tho same tlmo my mind was
wildly searching for an explanation
of my plight, nnd at last, when I was
nearly done for, It struck mo that tho
thing that was drowning mo nvna the
atop-laddor of tho forocuBtlo-gangway.
That was It; the ladder waB floating,
and I had got my head between tho
steps. I know what to do then, but
It wan not easy to draw my head
down and out, for tho bevel of tho
steps held my hoad as In a trap,
But at last I managed It, and hook
ed my arms ovor tho floating ladder
till I got my wind.
I yelled for Sain, but got no answer.
Of course I could not tell what part of
tho forocastlo I wus In, but I paddled
around and finally, as a sea lifted me,
I got hold of tho bunk Bldo-board and
hnuled myself up Inside tho bunk. At
wood was still Blooplng. I touched
him, but ho did not wake. I got hold
of Borne pieces of boards floating Just
bolow mo, and propped them across
tho mouth of tho berth so I would
not fall through, and soon l" guess I
wont to sloop again.
The Yankee Captain Volunteers.
Whon the schoonor was Hung on
hor bcum-onds, ono dory took tHo wa
ter right sldo up and somehow Capt.
Brown, Nat KnowleB the cook and
John Smith mnnnged to got into It.
Whether thoy tried to row back nnd
pick off any of tho othor men left
clinging to tho weather tall I don't
know; probably It would huvo been
madness to have tried It In the Ben
then running. Anyway, they drove
boforo tho galo for several hours, and
then, aftor passing through a quarter
of a mile of surf, landed on the south
ern sldo of Cape Island. How they
mauagud to live through the surf bus
atwayB boon a mystery; but they did
and woro soon nt the houso of I'ellck
Nlckurson telling their tale.
Nlckerson soon carried tho news to
Clark's Harbor, and tho hardy Usher
mon of that place wero roused from
tholr slumbers to consldur means of
rescue. Tho American fishing schoon
or MatchlesB, Capt. .lob Crowoll, was
lying lu tho harbor, whero she had
como for shelter from tho gale, nnd
wheu told of tho disaster her sklppor
waB qulto as ready to go to tho res-
cuo as tho men of tho port.
Ills crow was scattered, but there
were plenty of mou ready to volun
teer. So, by tho first streak of dawn,
tho Matchless wltlPu picked crew
aboard wns standing out to sea under
double roofs, bound on a mission of
mercy. Into the teeth of tho gale,
putting her bows under to tho foro
maBt ovory plungo, they droyo her out
to whero they expected to Jlnd tho
wreck, nnd then for long houra thoy
tucked back und forth, straining their
eyes Into tho gloom of tho flying mist.
Whon tho Cod-Seeker waa hovo
down, the lino of men who hud beeu
on deck wero loft clinging on under
tho rail, Thoy held on thoro for
M'KAY
whllo. But when sho lldtcd farther
ovor thoy feared oho would turn tur
tlo. Thoy got up on tho aide, nnd
rovo a lifeline between tho foro and
main chain plntus to hold on by. In
this position thoy woro expoaed to tho
scourge of tho wind and spray, and
now and J-hqn a heavier soa, making
a clean breach of hulk, would stamp
right over them. But thoy held on,
and you may lmaglno that after day
light they searched the howling sens
with eager eyes for sign of a sail..
As tho morning woro on tho buffet
Inga of the Boas, tho numbing cold,
began' to toll on tholr strength, and
along about noon a towering comber
bursting over thorn swept one poor
fellow, Crowcll Nlckeraon by name,
from tho lifelines, and he was drown
ed boforo tho oyen of his mates, pow
erless to help him. Hla body became
entnngled In some cordage, and hung
to loeward.
Naturally this tragedy affected the
..spIrltB of the survivors. Thoy watch
ed tho toworlng surges rushing down
upon them with a now fenr In their
hearts, each man thinking that per
hapB tho next big sea would sweep
him to his death. But soon thoy
learned the calmness and the courage
of despair. Will Konnoy, as a ro
qulem to tho dead man to leeward, bo
gan to Bing:
"Jobub, lover of my soul,
Lot mo to Thy'boBom fly."
All tho men Joined In tho good old
song.
And then, Just as they finished tho
last vorse, Will Konuey cried: "Look!
Look! A sail!"
Tho schooner sank Into a trough.
Tho men waited, their hearts In tholr
mouths. And when Bhe roso again
all saw the Balls of a schooner swing
ing out of tho mist hardly half a mile
to leeward.
Knew Nothing of Rescue.
It was tho Matchless, and tho men
on her hnd already slghtod tho wreck.
Tack by tack she boat up to windward
and thon her big seine-boat wns
manned. It dropped under tho lee of
tho wreck, and tho mon wero picked
off by bolng hauled through tho sea
with a lino about tholr waists.
Tho Matchless picked up her boat
without mishap, and then, because
ItwnB blowing a galo of wind with a
heavy driving mist making It Impossi
ble to soo any dlstnnco, she was hove
to for tho night.
Next morning, tho weather having
moderated, sho made sail and at three I
o'clock In tho nftomoon stood Into
Clark's Harbor with tho Stars and
Stripes flying at hor masthead nB a
sign to those on shoro that sho had
accomplished her mission.
Meantime Atwood nnd I, InBldo tho
hulk, know nothing of this rescue, and
nobody suspected that wo wero alive.
Ab Thursday dragged along we be
gan to feel tho pangs of hunger and
thirst, and our flesh began to feel be
numbed, the result of our frequent
cold bnths. Hut wo dared not move
from our perches. In Bplte of It all i
would fall asleep nnd dream of tho
disaster, or of home and loved ones
and thon awaken with a start to a
keener fear and horror of our plight.
The tlmo dragged along and. as tho
thirst took a fiercer grip on us, wo
ceased to feel tho pangs of hunger.
Our tongues swelled and burned; grip
ing pains took ub by tho throat; our
muscles ached bb If pricked with hot
pins. Having swallowed so much salt
wnter, I suffered more than Atwood,
and that afternoon I grow so wild I
cut tho ends of my Angora and sucked
tho blood. Hut that did mo no good.
Whon Saturday morning camo wo
wero half stupefied with suffering.
Several times wo talkod of dropping
into tho water and drowning ourselves.
And always the temptation to drink
tho salt water was strong upon us.
Hut wo kopt our heads; wo hoped
ngalnst hopo that wo would bo res
cued, und determined to hold out as
long nu wo could.
That afternoon the long swoll began
to subside. Tho Bchooner grow quiet
er, nnd censed to duck us, nnd tho
fover of our bodies dried our clothes.
The fact that tho swoll was going
down brought ub faco to faco with a
now cuuse of fear tho foar that soon
thoro would not bo sufllcient trough
to tho sea to causo tho main hatch
to blow, and give us fresh nlr.
Hut we did not worry groatly over
tho prospect of being stilled Tor lack
of oxygen;' wo had about oxhauBted
our cnpaclty for fear; wo woro too
sick and miserable gonerally to bo
much troubled by the appearance of
a now porll.
Aftor Saturday noon It wnB Just Buf
fering and endurance. Wo seldom
talked; our parched throats and
swollen tongues mndo speech painful
nnd our voices sounded weird nnd un
natural. Nor did wo think much. Most
of tho tlmo we lay na In a stupor. Now
und then wo dreamed of beautiful ships
all around us, all coming to our ros
cue, und would nwnko with a start to
wondor if wo worn going mad. Wo
lived uh In a nightmare, lost count of
time, felt as If wo had Buffered
through eternity, Wo wero growing
light-headed.
The Spook of the Derelict.
On Sunday nftomoon tho schoonor
Ohio of Gloucester, Cnpt. Edward
O Dor, was standing up for tho Capo
Shore when sho Blghted something
black floating upon tho waves. Some
of her crow took it for a dead whale;
others suld It wbb n wreck; and u
neuted argument ensued. To sottlo
a 1 it the cuptalu hauled up to lnvestl-
gate. Seeing that it was a vessel bottom-up
ho sent a boat to try to find
out hor name, and seo if they could
salvage anything.
So presently I thought I heard some
unusual nolBcs, nnd roused myself
from my lethargy to listen. In a fow
minutes I heard a sound llko tho clang
of Iron on Iron; a man cutting nt tho
lanyards of tho forerigglng with nri ax
had hit the Iron strap of the deadeye.
"There is somebody outside," I
said, stinking Sam.
Hut ho allowed no intorost.
"It's only something washing about
tho hold," ho answorod.
"Let's aliout) anyway," I Bald, and
yellod as hard as I could: -
"Help! Help! Help!"
Over my head thero was an answer
ing yell of startled fright, thon foot
steps pounding aft and a voice cry
ing: s
"She's haunted. Get IntcTthe boat,
for sake!"
And that chap bo frightened tho
others that they piled Into tho boat
and started to pull away. Hut, after
recovering from their fright and as
tonlshriient, they grow ashamed of
themselves and camo back.
Meantime I had got hold of a stick
and was rapping against tho side.
Soon I heard raps on the outside. I
gavo three raps and there woro throo
raps in answer. We kopt that up for
a few minutes. Then wo heard n man
walking forward on the outsldo, and
soon a volco called:
"In tho name of God, are you ghosts,
living men or the devil?"
Wo shouted that wo wero living
men, and asked them to get ub out,
or wo would not be living men very
long. Tho volco asked no questions
for a few minutes as if incredulous,
and their'somo of them got to work
with axes over our heads, while tho
boat went back to tho Ohio for more
men and axes.
Thoy worked like Trojans, and cut
right through a frame bolt to make
a holo to got at us. Whon they broke
through, the eruption of Imprisoned
air acted like a whirlwind, and tho
water loaped through tho hole In a
solid stream fifty feet Into the air.
Small sticks which had been floating
In the forecastle whizzed by our
heads. Ono man was knocked over as
If by nn explosion. They told us af
terward that tho released air gave oft
a sickening stench.
Tho schoonor settled two or three
feet; lurching as If she would turn tur
tlo completely, and tho men chopped
away with redoubled energy. They
soon Jind n holo about nine Inches by
eleven Inches.
Rescue at Last.
Atwood, being slim, was pulled
through without trouble, but when I
got my head and ono shoulder
through, I stuck. Four men got hold
of mo and pulled, and at last when
T thought I would bo pulled apart I
camo through, minus my vest and sev
eral strips of skin.
The schooner which four days be
fore had been taut nnd trim was now
almost bottom-up, lying with hor keel
six feot above tho water and her
weather rail nearly a wash. Her
mainmast was broken off and, far be
low tho surface, I could seo a faint
shadow of canvas. We thought then
wo were the only survlyors.
Was It any wondor I thankedGod
for my deliverance?
Capt. O'Dor said, "Come, -my boy,
lot mo help you to tho boat," and took
mo by tho arm. I thought I could
walk, took a stop and went tumbling.
If It hadn't been .for tlje captain I
would have slid Into the sea.
Aboard the Ohio thoy had mado
ready for us. Tho cabin tablo was
loaded with everything to eat. But
wo weren't Interested in food; wo
wanted water by tho buckotful. They
gavo ua a teaspoonful, and that only
put un agonizing edge on our thirst.
Wo pleaded wildly for more.
But they had realized our condition,
and kept us watting for about fifteen
minutes, and then only gave us an
other spoonful. After what seemed
ages of raging agony thoy began to
give us a spoonful ovory five minutes.
Needless to say, whon I was carried
homo my parents wore bcslda them
selves with Joy. As they expressed It,
1 was nn ono rison from the dead. Tho
nows of our rescue spread up and
down tho shoro, and was gonerally re
ceived with unbelief. Many people
would .not believe wo had managed
to live so long In tbo capsized vessel,
and hundreds came long distances to
seo us.
Aftor I reached home I developed a
high fovor and my feot began to pain
me. I hnd no desire for food; In fact
I scarcely touched food for two days,
But I was Btlll raging with thirst. I
wanted water all tho time milk or tea
waB no good. I was allowed a glass of
water ovory half hour, but it was four
dnys from tho tlmo wo woro rescued
beforo I got over that awful thirst.
But my sufferings were not over
then. My feet pained mo terribly, and
I couldn't sleep without a narcotic, and
thon only for a short time. Dr. Clark
who attended mo said ten drops of tho
narcotic would kill tho devil, but I
wnB bo crazy with pain and lack of
sleep that 1 used to cry for a big Hobo
every fow hours.
Aud ono afternoon, when mother
was out und the spasms of pain were
wracking mo, I crawled on my hands
and kneeH, got up on a chair, took tho
bottlo of narcotic from the shelf and
drank half tho contents. Then I navi
gated my way bnck to tho lounge,
crawled half-way up "on it nnd wont
to sleep, That was tho deepest, tho
best, most blessed sleep I ovor had.
Tho doctor and ovorybody thought I
had gone to sloop for good nnd nil, but
I camo round in twenty-six hours, fool
tug fresh and fine. Hut I continued
to suitor groat pain In my feot for two
weeks, nnd It was a month beforo 1
could walk,
(Copyright. tr lUdgwky Co.)
CANDLESS' CANDIDACY
By HENRY BERLINGHOFF.
"Then you may get tho senator
ship?" asked Marlon. Candless gavo
n little laugh.
"It ought to be better than that,"
ho declared. "This Investigation will
attract attention all ovdr tho country.
It might oven bo good for the gover
norship." "But you won't get tho senatorshlp
this election, will you?" perBlBted the
girl. Candless shook his head.
"We are only fairly getting under
way," he explained patiently. "I sus
pect tho committee will sit after
Christmas."
"But I thought you were tho wholo
investigation," sho persisted. "What
has the committee to do? Can't yon
hurry It up?"
"I am only one of a committee of
five," ha said. "I am doing most of
tho work, but those things cannot bo
hurried."
"You know now that they all stole,"
she persisted.
"Hut the facts must be legally set
forth. We cannot rush It through."
"I wish you could," she whispered.
"Then wo could bo married at once."
"I know It, doar," ho answered ten
derly. "I would give anything to hur
ry It up, but we must wait."
Harrington, strolling across the ball
room floor, heard and smllod as ho
askod Candless for n ten-mlnuto chat.
Tho jounger man went off, proud to
be seen In conference with the man
who really ruled tho destinies of his
party. Throo months beforo Candless
would have shouted at the suggestion
that ho might be sent to the senate
from his state He was merely a
young attorney whoso cleverness had
gained for him a place in the state
legislature. Then had como the water
front Investigation. Ho had been
plnced on tho committee becauso the
leaders supposed him to be "safe,"
To tho surprise of everyone ho had
developed an Ingenuity at cross-examination
which had dragged out, bit by
bit, the whole miserable story of tho
steal of tbo water front by the Cadiz
nnd Southwestern.
It had been no part of the leaders'
Intentions that tho story should come
out, but It was too late now to call oft
the investigation. Tho public had
been aroused.
-To Candless it had seemed as if he
were very near bis goal, for he was to
make Marlon tils wife when ho bad
made his way. Surely his future was
assured. If only tho investigation had
ended In time to run for tho senator
ship! He wondered as ho followed Har
rington into the conservatory whether
Jt were too late. An hour later, with
sparkling eyes, he emerged from tho
conference nnd sought the girl.
"Is It good news, Hugh?" she aakod
ns ho led her toward the library.
"It couldn't bo better," he cried ox
ultlngly. "I'll give you three guesses."
They wero Inside tho library now
and the girl faced him. "Is It tho sen
atorshlp?" she half whispered.
Candless nodded as he seized her
about tho waist and waltzed her,
across tho floor to tho library sofa..
Ho wqb like a boy In his exuberance.
"Tell me all about It," she demand
ed as she curled herself upon the
sofa. "Was that what Mr. Harring
ton wanted of you?"
"Nothing less," exulted Candless.
"It hns been decided thnt I am tho
most avallablo candidate. They will
run me for tho state senate with the
assurance that I shall be sent on to
Washington."
"You'll be awfully busy with tho
campaign and tho Investigation," she
lamented. "I'm afraid I will not see
anything of you at all."
"Harrington has fixed all that," he
explained. "They realize that I can
not handle both, so Varrick will take
over tho investigation. I wanted to
keep on, but Hnrrlngton pointed out
that I could not do both and that this
was too good a chanco at the senate
tO bo lOBt."
"And are you going to glvo up the
investigation?" sho gaBped. "Glvo up
all that has been gained?"
"Vnrrlck can carry It on," ho said
impatiently. "We have to make somo
sacrifices."
"And you aro going to glvo up tho
fight beforo you have fairly begun?"
she repeated. "You are going to turn
your back on the Investigation and lot
that fnll through that you may go to
Washington?"
"I told you Vnrrlck would take my
place," he said Irritably. Marlon turn
ed and faced hi in.
"Hugh," Bhe said simply, "do you
really think thut Mr. Varrick will tako
your place?"
"Why not?" he asked. This was so
different from what he had antici
pated. "I hoard Mr. Colqhoon talking to
faihor last night," she explained. "Ho
said that tbo Investigation was a com
plete surprise to both partlos; that
they had supposod thero would bo the.
usual whitewashing, and that you had
mado it a real Investigation."
"What of It?" demanded Candless.
"Ho said," went on Marlon, "that ha
wondored. how thoy would bribe you
off; that ho did not think money could
do It. I was proud of you, then.
Hugh."
"Why not nowT" ho naked crossly,
"Ib It any disgrace to bo elected to
congress?"
"It Is a disgrace when you turn
our back on tho pcoplo who look to
you to right nn evil when you soil
your houor for tho nomlnntlon."
"Hut I nm not selling my honor,"
ho Insisted.
i am simply oboylug
my party's call. I am. doing, bb I am
told, for tho best good of tho party."
"You mean In running for congress,
but tho good of tho party" moans
dropping tho investigation."
"Varrick will carry l on," he per
sisted. "Not tho way you would. Father
said that if you kopt on, Harrington
himself would land In Jail. Hugh,
don't you seo that they aro bribing
you, Just ns surely as though they
put monoy In your hand?"
Tho girl watched him curlously'.as
He sprang to his feet and began lb "
pace tho floor. For a quarter of nn
hour nothing was said, then ho turned
to her abruptly.
"Marlon," ho said gently, "you are
right. In my Joy at 'attaining so soon,
what I have so eagerly longed for I
havo blinded myBelf to tho real mean
ing of Harrington's offer. I seo now
that he wanted to get mo out of tho
way. I will go and tell him I will
not run."
Ho tenderly bent and kissed her,
then roso to IiIb feot and left tho
room, whllo the girl burled hor head
In the pillows.
Harrington stormed and threatened,
but Candless would not bo moved, -and
In tho end word passed through tho
rooms that the announcement that
Candless would abandon tho investiga
tion 'was premature.
Late that evening, after tho guests
had gone, Candless lingered In" tho"
library for a good night chat. "I'm
sorry you aro disappointed, Hugh,"
whispered Marlon, "but wo can wait,
dear, until your honor comes without
tho taint of suspicion."
"Yes, ho said quietly, "even though
It may ho a long wait, I will keep my
hands clean."
"Hugh," said Major Sharpless, en
tering through the curtains, "I don't
think you need to wait, my boy. You
havo your triumph In being willing to
forego preferment for your duty.
That Is a far greater triumph than
the winning of tho senatorshlp. You
may have Marlon whenever you want
her."
Hugh turned to the girl. "I want
her now," he said quietly, Jgor my
strength Hob In her." "
(Copyright, 1914. by tlio McCluro News
paper Syndicate.)
NEW LIGHT ON SCRIPTURES
Russian Writers Satisfied That They
Have Found Proper Solutions
to Biblical Parables.
Somo years ago a Russian wrote a
fantastic (but none tho less Interest
ing on that account book in which ho
set forth thnt the intervening years
between tho boyhood of Jesus and hlB
appearance at tho ago of thirty years
were chiefly spent In India, and that
it was there that ho obtained a knowl
edge of which ho made good use in
his ministry. Another Russian, Nich
olas Morosow, a biblical critic, recent
ly published a book on tho revelation
of St. John, tho sale of which has
been Interdicted by tho Russian
church. Morosow claims to have dis
covered all the mysteries In tho
Apocalypse. He avers that nil tho
slgnB of the zodiac aro discoverable
in the book of Revelation; that tho
four chorublm are tho four constella
tions; the twelve gated celestial cltyn-j.
13 tho firmament. This author clalpts
'to1 haya. discovered the actual day In
p which the" Christian prophet wrote
Rovelatfoh; that tho writer thereof
was not tho apostolic St. John, tho
beloved of Jesus, but St. John Chrys
OBtom, "the golden-mouthed" patriarch
of Constantinople and that tho year of
tho writing was 395 A. D. In this Rus
sian's argument it is set out that tho
representation of the heavens In tho
Apocalypse corresponds exactly to
what It appeared from tho Isle of Pat
mos on tho ovenlng of September 30,
395, A. D., and tho like appearanco
has never since been witnessed on
this Island.
Hunting the Hippopotamus.
As hippopotamus hunters the Shul
las of tho Sobat region, North Africa,
stand alone. A nntlvo hippn hunt la
nn exciting and dangerous sport. The
hunters aro In dugout canoes; two
or throe paddle whllo ono manages
the harpoon or barbed spear, to which
is attached n stout rope and a float
of ambatch. When tho hippo comes
to tbo surfaco to breath, an attempt
is made to steal upon him with tho
harppon; when this is accomplished
the hunters mako a hasty retreat from
tho enraged beast, and In turn engage
his attention while attempts are mado
to spear him by those lu tho other
canoes. Whon soverely wounded a
hippopotamus goes ashore to rest or
to die, and not to attack his assail
ants, as has been so often reported.
Tho native hunters wait for this and
when tho animal goes up out of tho
water a volley of spears is thrown
Into It, and slowly tho hugo beast
bleeds to death. The hunters do not
always escape. Sometimes tho llfo
or a limb of ono of thorn Is sacrificed
to tholr daring. The hide of tho hip
popotamus Is cut Into strips nnd dried
to bo sold to Arab traders who, in
turn, soil it to the whtpmakers of
Omdurman and Egypt. Certain por
tions of tho hide aro much prized as
shields. Tho flesh Is cut Into long,
narrow strips and dried lu tho sun;
Its taste resembles that of coarsa
beef. Southern Workman.
Not the Boss.
"Is the master of tho house In?" In
quired tho smoothtongued book agent
nt the little boy who answered hla
ring.
"Nope," said tho boy.
"Llttlo boys ehould not tell false
hoods," said the book agent, "Isn't
that your father reading tho newspa
per there by the window?"
"Yep," was tho answer, "that's pa,
all right, but ma 1b out."