TIE NEBRASKA ADVERTISER
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W. W. 8ANDEK8, Fablliltor.
NEMAHA, - - NEBRASKA.
THE BROTHERHOOD OF DEATH
(IN A VELDT CEMETERY.)
Pcuco to tho unlet dend I
Trooper and burgher here, .,..
True to tlio men wlio led,
True to their llKit fell near;
Question not right nor wrong.
Question not gnln nor iona,
Brothers in death they Mo
Under tho atarry croHH. '
Brave men and true ollko
Matters not creed nor raco
All aro of ono great kin
Hero in tho renting place.
Nation 'gaiiiRt nation strives
ICti'llcPHly 'neath tho sun;
When tho "great sllenco" falls
All aro In reBt as one.
Tears for tho wrongs that keep
Far from us peace and goodl
Tears that In life there Is
No happy brotherhood I
Peace to tho quiet dead!
J.lfo'B errors cleared away
Brothers in hope they wait
Tho breaking of tho day.
-B. M. Bromley, in "Westminster Ga
zette. 3
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The KIDNAPPED
MILLIONAIRES
ATalo of Wall Street
and the Tropics
fiv FREDERICK U. ADAMS
D. -.. O
Cop) ii(iti 1901, liv I.otlirop rulillnlilnn Compsuj.
All iluhtiroiemil.
CITAl'TEU XIII. Co.vm'ur.n.
Mr. Morton slowly paced the saloon
with Ills hands behind' his back and
bis bond bent forward, as in deep
contemplation. In a short time Air.
Rockwell returned. lie. gave Air. Mor
ton a questioning look. In response
Mr. Morton shook bis bead gloom
ily but said not u word. His com
panion showed no surprise nor did
lie evince much disappointment. Like
Mr. Kent, lie saw no hope for imme
diate relief, and had resigned hiin
belf to await results. He selected
a book from tho shelves and read
quietly until dinner was announced.
Dinner was served at six o'clock.
Tho weight of entertaining fell on
Hestor and Vincent. "While the lat
ter gentleman bud not yet been able
to attract the attention of Mr. Cur
inody be was satisiied that be would
Lave an abundance of time in which
to explain his plans. Mr. Morton
lind acquainted bis associates with
the failure which thus far bad at
tended bis negotiations. He yet held
out hope, but it was faint. When
coiTee had been served, Hestor arose
uud said:
"Gentlemen, we are now not far
from Cape Cod. During the evening I
am going to send a man ashore with
letters. You will lind stationery in
your staterooms. I suppose that all
of you wish to send word assuring
your families and friends that you
urr. alive and well. You can do so,
but you must not enter Into any par
ticulars about this outing. You can
inform those In whom you are con
corned that you are safe; that you
will return io them after a reasonable
length of time, or you may make any
other statement not connected with
business or with your present where
abouts. Hand mo the letters un
bculcd, and I will examine them and
have thorn mailed during the night.
I should have ull 6f them in my pos
session before nine o'clock."
"How uboni me?" asked Mr. Vin
cent. '
"You are "included," said Mr. Hes
tor. There was no hesitancy in accept
ing this Invitation. The thought that
they could speedily communicate
with their loved ones lifted a greut
load from their minds. For an hour
Hestor acted as censor on those let
ters. Ho made but few changes, and
these of course rendered it neces
sary to rewilto tho rejected lettera.
In tho meantime tho yacht had
rounded Capo Cod and dropped into
the quiet waters of the bay.
Shortly after nine o'clock tho
dinghy was ,swung out on her davits
uud lowered into tho water. A young
man in a business suit, suuh as worn
for everyday service, by tho average
citizen, acted as mail carrier. Pro
pelled by the sturdy arms of a sail
or, tho littlo craft disappeared in
the durkness. Two miles away the
lights of Provincetown llickorcd in
the distance.
At about ono o'clock in tho morn
ing, when most of tho passengers
were asleep, tho dinghy made anoth
er trip ashore, and returned without
tho mail messenger. Ho was landed
near Boston, and on tho following
morning made u rapid journey to
Springfield, Mass., and Albany, N. Y
thence to New York city and Brook
lyn, reuniting' Philadelphia late that
night. In these cities he posted tho
letters which, as bus been told were
received with so much joy. Tho next
day he left Philadelphia for Cup
If ay; late that night a boat came
la from the ocean, und an hour luter
fc .wua ou board th "Shark."
From the time tho sand dunei of
Cape Cod faded away in tho night
until six days had passed, tho pas
sengers and crew of the "Shark"
caught no sight of land. Many ships
were sighted, but Cupt. Waters so
directed the course of the yacht that
none came within signalling distance
and generally remuined hull down
on tho horizon.
It was cloudy most of the time;
and by the temperature alone was
It surely known that a southerly
course was being token. Thursday
night wan uncomfortably warm, and
tiie following day whcii,the sun came
out from behind the clouds the
shade from the awnings was found
grateful. On Friday the signs that
tho tropics had been entered wore
unmistakable.
When Mr. Pence awoke about three
o'clock Tuesday morning ho was
much alarmed. He was certain that
something serious had happened. An
unearthly silence prevailed. The en
gines had stopped, and save for tho
faint buz of the electrical machin
ery there, was no sound on tho
"Shnrk." The boat had lost all mo
tion. It no longer rose and fell to
the heaving of the sens.
Mr. Pence hurriedly dressed and
went on deck. A seaman was pac
ing back and forth on tho nfter
deek. Mr. Pence looked out over the
port side of the yacht. A huge wall
of rock towered almost over his
head. In tho light of tho nascent
moon, the "Shark" Seemed to rest
in the center of a vast amphitheater
of beetling rocks and crags. Here
and there he could make out the
form of a palm, and to his ears
came lite distinct sound of falling
water, ns of a cascade. To tho east
tho cliffs threw a long shadow over
the lake in which the yacht was an
chored. The moon bad just scaled
tho highest peak, and tho oiTeet was
of indescribable beauty. Hut the si
lence was oppressive. The heavy
breathing of Mr. Vincent, as It pen
etrated from the deck below, was a
relief, and after ono reassuring
glance at the placid scene Mr. Pence
went below and soon was sleeping
the sleep of the just.
CJ I APT til I XIV.
MAKOONED.
"There's one! See him, captain?
Bight beyond those weeds, on tho
bank of that littlo island, almost
tinder the big rock! Don't you bee
him?"
Hestor danced around the forecas
tle in the most excited manner. Cnpt.
Waters .looked in the direction in
which he was pointing.
"Don't you see him? Take my
glass and you can see him as plain
ly us the nose on your face! He's
"DON'T YOU SEE HIM?1
under that rock with the cocoa tree
over it." Hestor handed tho power
ful marine glasses to Cnpt. Waters,
who took a long look in the direction
indicated by tho excited owner of
the "Shark."
"You're right," he said, "I see him.
He's a big 'un," observed the cap
lain as he handed back the glasses.
"If you want to watch pome fun,
come up forward, gentlemen!" ho al
most shouted. "1 lurry up; the bom
bardment is about to begin! Come
along, Mr. Morton, 1 will show you
some sport for your lives!"
Hestor's excitement was contagious.
"Look over on tho bank, there'
said Hestor. "Do you see something
that looks like a log?"
"I do,"f said Mr. Kent. Mr. Mor
ton also made it out, us did most
of tho party.
"It's a 'gator; an alligator, and
a whopper!" said Hestor. "I won't do
a thing to him!"
Hestor sprang to a polished piece
of machinery, and dropped behind a
slanting steel guard, a murine
stood by tho side of this bit of
mechanism, which was recognized nt
a glance as a rapid-fire Hotchkiss
gun. Mr. Pence gave it one look and
retreated behind the deckhouse. Mr.
Morton and the others looked on
with keen interest.
"Blng-r-r-bing-r-r-zing-zlp-r-r-bing-bing-rip-rip-r-blng-r-r-zip-zip-ring-bing!!"
The first shot struck tho wntor
to the right about 100 feet from the
logliko object. Hestor swung tho
gun with a quick movement to tho
left, nnd a murine raised tho muzzle
with tho turn of an adjusting dc
icc. For a second the water at tho
edge .of tho bunk wns churned into
foam. Tho next instant tho "log"
dm alive. A Ionic .tail waved in th
nlr; tho great jnwB opened and bel
lowed in u bourse roar of rage and
agony. It rushed for tho bank, but
as the head sank in the water tho
squat legs relaxed and tho hulk Iny
motionless.
Hestor jumped back from the gun.
He took ono look through tho gase
ous upor from tho weapon; throw
his cap In tho air and danced for
"What do you think of that?" he
shouted. "Tho boos say you have
to shoot 'em In tho eyo in order
to fetch 'cm. 1 know a trick worth
two of that! Say, but he's a
'beaut!' What do you think of 'Hes
tor Island,' Mr. Carmody? This is
only a starter. You can have more
fun hero in a week than you can
have in New York in a year. Come
out from back there, Mr. Pence! the
cruel war Is over. Lower the launch,
Cu.pt. Waters. There is plenty of
water over there, and we'll go und
tuke a look at him."
During this incident, and in all the
happenings of this eventful day, Hes
tor conducted himself as if the ar
rival and landing on this spot was
un ordinary event which had been
pleasantly anticipated by ull on tho
"Shark." The past was forgotten by
Hestor, who acted as the eager host
of u party of gentlemen who should
bo delighted with their entertain
ment. Except for a brief period of
moroBcnesB evinced in actions nnd
not in words such had been Hes
tor's attitude towards his captives
since the "Shark" rounded Capo Cod.
On the morning which opened with
the death of the crocodile Sidney
Hammond discovered the saurian
was a crocodile, and not an alliga
tor Hestor was in jubilant spirits.
During tho day ho seemed surprised
at certain hints dropped by his un
willing guests. His expression was
that of tho willing host who finds
his best efforts not fully appreciated,
and who therefore redoubles bis at
tempts to please. He was glad that
the voyage had so happily ended;
glad that all had been favored with
good health, and earnest in his pre
dictions that his guests would enjoy
themselves.
"It may seem like egotism to call
this 'Ilestoriu,'" ho said, as they
were seated at the breakfast table,
"but l practically discovered the
place, and in common with many
other explorers gave it my name.
If you gentlemen do not like tho
name you can call it 'Haven's Haven,'
or 'Rockwell's llecf,' or Vincent's
Land,' or anything you choose. Its
various topographical features arc
as yet. not fully explored, and are
unnamed. I am going to suggest
that we honor Mr. Morton by giv
ing bis name to this beautiful body
of water we are now on. Wo will
call it 'Morton's P.ay.' "
"Thank you," said Mr. Morton. "I
appreciate and accept the honor."
"I have some surprises in store for
jou," said Hestor, when the meal was
ilnishcd. "Wo will go ashore directly,
and look on something more attrac
tive than dead alligators or croco
diles as Sidney insists on calling
them. Ah, Cnpt. Waters, has the tide
turned sulliciently to make a land
ing?"
"There is now 14 foot of wnter
at the landing," was Cupt. Waters'
answer. "We will have tho gang plank
on shore in ten minutes."
Tho panorama unrolled before the
gaze of tho voyagers on board tho
"Shark," as she slowly beaded for a
(shelving rock was ono of surpass
ing beauty. Imagine a pear-shaped
Inke about a mile at its greatest
width and a mile and a half in length,
walled in by rocks und crags whose
rugged slopes were softened by the
splendid foliage of tho tropics. Na
ture, in some fantastic mood, had
created this spot, and then as if ap
palled at her work, had wreathed it
with flowers, and chnstencd its out
lines with the harmony of fern, vine
and palm. The narrow inlet lending
to tho ocean was guarded by two
great rocks, which seemed to over-
Ihang and threaten tho intrepid sailor
who dared explore and ravish the
beauties which nestled within. Ihese
rocks were fully 400 feet in height,
nnd unlike those, surrounding the
lake, were free from tree or ver
dure. Through this portal thus
formed, the ocean with Us deep and
glorious blue, showed in contrast to
the dark background of these crags.
Tho surge of the sea came welling
through this gate, but soon lost its
power, and on the further shores of
the lake its ripples came as but
the flutter of tlio deep breathing of
the sea.
Tho shores were lined with boul
ders which had tumbled down from
crag and peak. At intervals there
were grassy stretches of meadow,
deep enough to form a foreground
to the darker beauties of clilt' or ra
vine. Here and there a brook trickled
from tho heights, or found its tor
tuous way through unknown dells.
And everywhere a lavish profusion
of flowers. Tho base of one cliff
was uiliime with the red of some
flower, tho iiniiiu of which wns un
known to any of the party. To add
to this riot of color there were
flocks of purrots of many and bril
liant hues, while of humming and
mocking birds there seemed to be
millions.. Overhead un eagle circled
os heuvy pinions, and the water f
the lake were dotted with flocks ol
water fowl.
About n thousand feet from the
southern' shore of this sheet of wa
terwhich Hestor lind nnmed "Mor
ton's Hay" was a small island. It
was a gem of an island. Basaltic
rocks reached up from the liquid
depths of tho bay, and its northern
end wns a crag, probably 100 feet
above tho surface 1 tho lake. To
the west it sloped gradually down,
and at low tide there wns a sand
bar. It was on the inner edge of
this bar that Hestor had sighted the
crocodile. Tall, slender cocoa palms,
with their crowns of graceful leaves,
nodded in the morning breeze. Cau
cho, camphor and dragon trees added
their beauty to thiB tropical bou
quet. The base of the rocks was hid
den in giant pond" lilies, ivy and
other climbing plnnts, which fes
tooned the sides of the cliffs, ns if
struggling to join the mnsses of
flowers which overhung the rocks
above.
But the water had trensurcs not
less beautiful. At a depth of CO or
00 feet the bottom of the lake was
clearly visible. Looking over tho
sides of tho yncht, the voyagers
who were now approaching tho
shore, saw swarms of fish whose
sides reflected tho colors of the rain
bow. Color is born in the tropics. It
dies at the poles. In the chill of the
nxinl antipodes, black and white
alone survive. In the warmth of tho
tropics all objects, animate and in
animate, vie with each other to out
rival the imagination of the artist
and blunt the pen of the writer.
"It looks like a big aquarium, don't
it," said L. Sylvester Vincent, ns ho
gazed into tho water. "Look at tho
fish under those rocks! I'll bet
those are nngel fish I saw some just
like them at the nqunrium down at
the Battery in New York. Say, but
there arc some beauties down there!
It looks ns if it had been built for
them. The rocks are covered with
moss, and there is a tunnel just
like I saw in the aquarium. I thought
nt the time that the fish in Xew
York had a pretty soft snap, but
these fellows here have them beat
in a walk. I wonder if thej''re good
to eat?"
The reflections of Mr. Vincent were
cut short. By good seamanship Cnpt.
Waters brought the yacht alongside
a jutting rock, which nature must
have designed ns a pier. Four sail
ors sprang ashore, and in a few min
utes the lines were taut; the stumps
of two trees acted as posts. Fenders
were lowered to keep the sides of
the "Shark" from rubbing against
tho rock, and it was possible to step
from the gangway directly to tho
natural stone pier.
"Welcome to 'Ilestoriu!' " ex
claimed Hestor as he leaped ashore.
"Come on, gentlemen, and explore
the mysteries of the tropics. T want
to show you something that will sur
prise you."
Back of the pier there arose a rock
which cut oil' the inland view, lies-
tor rounded this rock, stood in the
open space, and waited for the others
to join him. Mr. Police was the last
to quit the yacht and showed an in
clination to remain on board. He left
only when he found himself desert
ed. "What do you think of that?"
Hestor pointed towards a grove
of cocoa palms, in tho center of
which stood a large bungalow. It
was an artistic blending of Moorish
nnd Indian architecture. This build
ing was an ell-sbuped structure, the
corner of which wns two stories in
height nnd rounded in a curve, form
ing at the front hclf a circle. From
this us a base, there were two long
wings one story in height, with slop
ing roofs, supported at the front by
pillnrs, within which were deep vc
randan. These verandas were each
about CO feet long and opened into
the central part of tho structure,
which on its interior, as well as in
its second story, was n perfect cir
cle. Sidney Hammond looked nt Hestor
in amazement.
''When did you build this?" he de
manded. "Never mind when I built it," re
sponded Hestor, with a good-natured
lnugh. "It's built all right, us you
can see. As a matter of fact, old
man," ho said, addressing Sidney and
looking carefully around as if in
search of something, "this is the first
time I ever saw it myself. I had it
built for my tropical residence.
What do you think of it, Mr. Bock
well? You are a judge of villas. Is
there anything in New York that can
touch it for the natural beauty of its
surroundings?"
To Be Continued.
.pnreclntcd III Meretca.
Bishop Wilberforce used to tell a
story of a greedy clergyman who,
when asked to say grace', looked
anxiously to see if there were cham
pagne glasses on the table. If there
were he began: "Bountiful Jeho
vah!" But if he saw only claret
glasses he said: "We are not worth j
of the least of tlyr mercies." Chicaf
later Ocean.
(CROSS THE BORDER
Canada Is a Playground for Peo
pie of the United States.
Tbcre the Xntnrc-T.ovlnu: Sitortniiiuu
I'UnilN IdenI Condition A Country ,
of I. liken, Htvcrn und ForcNta
International KriciulMltluH. . y
A new spirit of friendship Is being de
veloped In this country for Canada and
tho Canadians. Tho tourist from the
States crosses the international boun
dary into a foreign country, over which
flies a foreign Hag, without a realization
of a sense of being away from home.
It Is a monarchy, but he sees no evidence
of tho 'rule of king3. In fact, Canada
Is American, far moro American than
the neighboring republic on the south.
Nothing has developed this feeling of
amity between the two countries so
much as the summer tourists who, year
after year, seek recreation and rest in
the pine-scented, lake-covered land to
FAR FROM THE MADDING CROWD.
the north. The hundreds who a few
years ago timidly crossed tho line and
sought a summer's resting place be
neath the Union Jack have now grown
to thousands, tens of thousands, and.
hundreds of thousands.
Ontario is headquarters for this army
of tourists. A railroad official, whoso
road carries the greater number of the
tourists across the line, said to tho
writer but a few days ago that moro than
100,000 people from tho States had spent
their vacations in the lake and river dis
tricts north of Toronto. While fishing
in one of the many bass-filled lakes of
the Muskoka district a year ago a Col
umbus, 0"., doctor remarked that "this
section of Canada is destined to become
the playground of the people of tho
United States." He made but one mis
take. It has become the playground of
the people from the United States.
To this section of Canada goes the so
ciety folk, those who seek for elaborate
hotel accommodations, who wish to dis
play a wardrobe of fine clothes and par
take of the pastimes to which society Is
addicted. They find every facility for
the gratification of these desires there.
There also goes tho man of family,
who seeks for recreation at a price not
too high, where he may pitch his tent
and himself, his wife and children enjoy
an outing at small expense. These, too,
are satisfied. There are hundreds of
Islands in the Muskokas, and many
charming points along tho mainland
bordering the lakes that aro his for tho
summer for tho preempting.
But the tourist who loves tho woods
and the water, who wishes to launch his
canoe on lake or river far from the
madding crowd, or follow the blazed
trail and the corduroy road through the
unbroken forest, finds in Ontario the
A CORDUROY ROAD IN THE TIMBER.
truly Ideal. The crowds neverpenetrata,
the forests, they follow only tho beaten
tracks of the railroad or steamer, and.
from these the nature-loving sportsman.,
easily escapes. Ho pushes his way
through tho timber and finds countless
small lakes well stocked with gamcy
fish. Ho goes from ono to another
through winding channels, finding bass,
in one, muskalongo in another, pike in a
third. So numerous aro the lakes that,,
though there may be hundreds of sports
men within a dozen miles of him, lie
mny see no other than his own com
panions. At night he pitches his tent
beneath the trees, cooks his meals over
un open flro and sleeps on a bed of pine
boughs. With such attractions it Is small won
der that tho people of the States are
journeying to Canada in Increasing
numbers.
Kept Hln Word.
She You promised to stop smoklngl
when we ,were married.
'He Well, they won't allow you U
Btnoke in church. BrooVlyn Life.
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