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ESTABLISHED 1856. i
Oldest Paper in the State. J
THE YEAR'S TWELVE CHILDREN.
January, by the way,
Like an old pilgrim worn and gray.
Watches the snow and shivering sighs
As the wild curlew around him flies ;
Or, huddled underneatli a thorn.
Sits praying for the lingering morn.
February, bluff and cold.
O'er furrows .striding scorns the cold.
And with his horses two abreast.
Making the keen plow do his behest.
Rough March comes blustering down the
road.
In his wrathy hand the oxen goad ;
Or, with a rough and angry haste.
Scatters the seeds o'er the dark waste.
April, a child, half tears, half smiles,
Trips full of little playful wiles;
And laughing, 'neath her rainbow hood,
Seeks the wild violets In the wood.
Ma-, the bright maiden, singing goes
To where the snowy hawthorn blows,
Watching the lambs leap In the dells,
lilst'ning to the simple village bells.
June, with the mower's scarlet face,
Moves o'er the clover field apace.
And f.ist his crescent scythe sweeps on
O'er spots from whence the lark has flown.
July, the farmer, happy fellow.
Laughs to see the corn grow yellow ;
The heavy grain he tosses up
From his right hand as from a cup.
August, the reaper cleaves his way
Through golden waves at break of day ;
Or ou his wagon, piled with corn,
At sunset home is proudly borne.
September, with his baying hound,
Leaps fence and pale at every bound,
And cists Into the winds in scorn
All cares and dangers from his horn.
October comes, a woodman old,
Fenccl with tough leather from the cold;
Round swings his sturdy ax. and lo !
A fir-brunch falls at every blow.
November cowers before the flame,
Wear crone, forgetting her own name,
Wiilch&t the blue smoke curling rise.
And broods upon old memories.
December, fat and rosy, strides.
Ills old heart warm, well clothed his sides,
With kindly words for young and old,
The cheerier for the bracing cold.
Laughing a welcome, open flings
His door, and as he goes he sings.
GIPSY JOSIE;
OR.
THE PROPHECY OF THE WOOD
BY ('APT. C1TAKLES HOWARD.
"Come Foxcroft, let us saunter
(hrnup-h tliR. wnorl. mid see the nin-
whose-beaulv'iB turhlnartheTfiesdsldf
oun-jananiofrN'eponset. She
Is lovely in her dark skiu and merry
eyes."
"Prettier than lone?"
"No. lone is the faireafc creature
in the world. A pipay cannot be her
rival. This girl Gipsy Joaie is the
poetical name the people, her admir
ers, h.ive given her i.- posejsed of
much intelli-rence, and i( is said that
he can tell the pat to a degree of ai
curacy that 8tarth's the listener, and
onuses him to credit her hold prophe
ciea of thp future."
"Then she shall tell our fortunes
Turner. I never had mine told by n
gipsy."
Paleon Turner shuddered, and hi
lips quivered as he replied to his com
panion. "I do not believe In fnrtunetelling,"
he said. "It is not given to the hu
man hand lo lift the veil thatobscure.
the face of futurity, nor human eye
to look upon that which is sacred to
Deity.
"You say that this gipsy beauty
can tell accurately the past?"
"It is said that she can," replied
Turner, emphasizing the first
three words; "but J"do not believe it.
However, I do not avow that she can
not. You know, Foxcroft, that thesi
professional fortunp tellers contrive
to get an inkling of the early life of
everybody."
"Does Gipsy Josie know you?"
"I am confident that she never saw
me," replied Paleon Turner. "I re
turned to Neponset but last night, af
ter an absence of two years, and of
course I never encountered the brown
beauty. No, sir; she knows naught
about me, unless somebody has post
ed her."
"I confess mj'self anxious to meet
her," said George Foxcroft, with In
creasing impatience. "I want my
fortune told. Of course youll let her
tell yours, as well, Turner?"
The twain had entered the beauti
ful New England wood now, and
were treading a well beaten path that
plunged boldly into the midst of the
trees. They were handsome men,
tall and fashionably clad. Turner
was his companion's. seuior by several
years; his face was covered by an au
burn beard, silken in its nature, and
his blue eyes were full of lustre.
George Foxcroft's form was more ef
feminate than Turner's; he wore his
brown hah- long, and a pretty mus
tache, delicately waxed, graced his
faultless face.
Suddenly Turner paused, and turn
ed to Foxcroft.
"My name to Gipsy Josie is Herbert
Dyle." he Paid. "What is yours?"
"George Foxcroft."
Turner stared strangely into his
friend's eyes.
"Well, as you like it," he said ; "re
member, I am Herbert Dyle, to that
girl."
"I will not forget It."
Turner turned to resume the saun
tering, when an exclamation parted
his lips.
"By my soul Foxcroft, we ore
luoky ! Yonder walks the very wo
man we want. She is seating herself
on the stone wall. We will glide up-1
; on her and uo, bub sees us !"
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The men, flushed with excitement
quickened their steps, and rapidly ap
proached the gipsy, who waited for
them beside a stone wall that ran
through the wood.
"She is not clad hi the toggery that
boasts so many gaudy colors," whis
pered Turner, as ho hurried along
and Foxcroft replied in a like tone;
"I am glad of it. 'Beauty unadorn
ed is adorned the most,' you know1."
The gipsy girl arose as the men
neared her, and two glossy hats were
lifted to her beauty. She returned
them with a low, English courtesy,
and the companions leaped the wall
and stood before her.
Her brown face was very beautiful,
darkly shaded as it wbb by a mass of
rich hair, falling uncombed over her
shoulders. She was lightly but not
loosely clad, and looked a very wood
land queen.
Her black eyes, which had regard
ed them alternate', finally fell upon
Turner, and fixed their gaze there.
We are seeking our fortunes,
Josie," said Turner, with a smile and
a glance at Foxcroft, who was study
ing the gipsy's face. "Come, tell me
what the future has iu store for our
lives, and you shall have the prettiest
necklace that Neponset contains."
The giil without a smile, turned to
George Foxcroft.
"I will tell j'our fortune," she said,
looking at him ; "but I would not
look into the future for your friend."
Turner's face blanched, and his lips
suddenly lost much of the ruby hue.
"Let her tell your fortune, Fox
croft," whispered the pale gentleman.
She shall tell mine then."
George Foxcroft divested his right
hand of the delicate kid glove, and
dropped it into Gipsy Josie'a palm.
"A pretty hand," said the girl, ad
mlringlj ; "but the future will not be
kind to It. It will be stained with
a beautiful woman's blood !"
Foxcroft started back and withdrew
his hand with a shudder.
"No, no, Josie! this can never be,"
he cried.
'Fate, not Gipsy JosJo, has spoken"
the girl answered. "I will tell you
no more."
"Now for my fortune," said Paleon
Turner. Do not cast the stain of
blood upon this hand. Say that the
fates will be kind to me."
But Josie repulsed him.
"I do not want to tell a Turner's
fortune." she said.
"Brhrllednian. glance t?i'j"
"My name is Dyle Herbert Dyle,
he said, quickly. ,lDo I resemble the
Turners?"
Gipsy Josie laughed.
"I'd give a thousand dollars for
each and every drop of Dyle blood in
your Veins. You are Paleon Turner.
T do not wont to tell the fortune of a
man who comes to me with a lie on
his lips.'"
"Josie, you mu-t tell it !" said Turn
er growing excited. I'll give you all
the money -on my person if you will
lift the veil of futurity, nere are
hank notes and gold to weigh them
down ;" and suiting the action to the
words, he threw a number of bills on
the stone, and weighed them down
with glittering eagles.
But the gipsy turned awa3', and
stood motionless, with bowed head,
and hands clapped before her.
"Tell my fortuno, and take my
money !" cried Turner.
The girl impulsively turned upon
him.
"I will tell your fortune, but not a
dollar of your money will I touch!"
die cried. "Give mo j'our hand."
Holding his breath, Paleon Turner
obeyed.
"There's blood on your palm," said
the gipsy girl, looking up into the
man's face, after a moment's scrutiny
of his hand "blood which you can
never obliterate. Your fortune is link
ed with that of your friend's. You
shall love the woman whose blood is
to stain his hands, and she shall
wreck you forever. Paleon Turner.
the occupant of the open boat shall
row you into darkness !"
The man jerked his hand awaj',
and stared, blanched with terror, into
tho gipsy's face.
"Woman, you are in league with
fiends Incarnate!" he cried. There's
my money ; take it."
"No, no! the stain of blood is on it
as well," shuddered the gipsy.
"But tell me, when js all this to
transpire ?"
"Within the coming year."
"Foxcroft, do you believe her?"
"I am not inclined to superstition."
answeted George Foxcroft; "but I
believe that Josie has spoken dreadful
truths "
"And sodo I," said Turner, the pal
lor of fear still on his face. "Let us
go; I have something to say to you
in Neponset; Josie, where shall we
meet you a year hence?"
"I will be here," she said, looking
at Turner; "but you will not come."
At that moment a man rode by on
their right.
"As that horse bears his rider along,
so fate is bearing you, man. Go, and
think, when the allotted time is draw
ing to a close, of Gipsy Josie."
Paleon Turner turned away, leaving
his raouej' on the top of the wall, and
George Foxcroft followed him. Jo
sie watched them until the gathering
shadows hid them from her sight.
Then she tore the bank notes into tat
ters, and scattered the coin about her.
"I wouldn't have his money," she
muttered. "Like his hand, it isstaln
ed with blood!"
The men did not utter a word until
they bad quitted
the forest; then
, Paleon Turner spoke.
BEOWNTILLE, FEBRASICA,
"Foxcroft, we must make Gipsy
Josie a false prophetess," he said, in a
false voice, full of mingled determin
ation and fear. "We must sepaiate
for one year ; yes, for a twelvemonth
frefm this night we must not look in
to each other's face."
"It's the only way by which wo
can defea.t the prophecy. I believe
that woman. She is gifted with su
pernatural powers. My God! I trem
bled in her presence; she seemed to
read my heart. We will separate this
night. I will catch the ten o'clock
express."
"I regret this parting, Foxcroft,"
said Turner; but I feel that it must
be. Where are you going?"
"I shall make New York ray first
objective point," answered Foxcroft.
"There I shall probably hike passage
in a vessel for Cuba. At the close of
a year I shall return."
"And with the sanction of Heaven,
we shall prove Gipsy Josie a false
prophetess."
"But tell me, Turner, what meant
she by saying that the occupant of
the open boat shall row you into dark
ness'' Paleon Turner's cheeks grew death
ly pale, and his lips trembled like as
pen leaver
"I I cannot tell you now," he
finally said, with an effort. "I may
tell you when We meet again. I am
going across the fields to lone."
"Then good-bye ;" and the twain
clasped hands. "Say good-bye to
lone for me; but for God's sake, say
nothing about the gipsy's prophecy;
it might frighten her. I hope we
will live to meet Josie at the end of
the time. Good-bye, Turner; God
bless you !"
Paleon Turner tried to speak but
could not. Fnxoroft pressed his hand
which was cold as an icicle, and turn
ed away.
He walked down the narrow road
that led him to Neponset, and the
ten o'clock express whirled him from
the scene of the woodland prophecy.
"The blood of the woman he shall
love, shall stain my hand," he mur
mmed, seated In the rich railway
car. "What a dreadful prophecy!
'leaven keep us apart for the gipsy's
year!"
"How beautiful the foliage. lone!
Autumn is the fariest portion of the
varied year. It is
"Tlie year growing ancient, tr
Xor,yet"on snfniherVdeatE ziiir
OMrembllng winter,! -
on the birth'
"How beautiful, Paleon !" exclaim
etMhe regal iy'lo&ffijgrf ISvHo walked
through the "wood at fhe speaker's
side. "The poets love autumn. To
me this dusky month, October, is
'The month of all months of the year.' "
Paleon Turner started, and a pallor
came to his cheeks.
"This is October, desrest," he mur
mured. "I had forgotten It."
"Oh. P.ileon ! how could you?"
and, with a beautiful blush, lone
Stanley looked up into his face, still
pale. "I shall be very happjT ou the
fourteenth."
"I trust so, lone indeed I do."
"But what makes you so pale ?" she
cried, with anxiety.
"Nothing; it is all over now," he
said. '! wonder what has become of
Mr. Foxcroft."
"I was thinking about him this
mornfng," lone replied.' "Come the
fifteenth of this month, he will have
been gone a year. It seems two to
me, already. Do you not hear from
him, Paleon."
"He wrote me oneletter from Cuba,
three months after his departure."
"Which was very abrupt, I think,"
said lone.
Paleon Turner shuddered gentlj
"Yes, I have written him repeated
ly, but without receiving a reply
Perhaps the good fellow is dead."
It was lane's turn to shudder now.
"I hope not," she said. "He was
so handsome, so bravo. You might
have had a rival had ho remained,
Paleon."
"And a noble rival, too, but I guess
he will not be present at our nupti
als. "I fear not." And they walk on in
silence.
One year lacking four days, had
fled since the utterance of the gipsy's
prophecy. During the lime Paleon
Turner had remained in Neponset,
and near lone Stanley, whom he
knew when he and Foxcroft walked
to Gipsy Josie's side. He was wealthy
and hoped to wed the beauty of the
little New England county. As the
weeks lengthened into months, he
thought often of the prophecy, and
believed that he would greet Jo-ie by
the stone wall, and brand her a sorry
fortune-teller.
He had gained Ione's hand, and he
trusted, her heart. But there was a
secret which he had withheld from
her with scrupulous tenacity. Let me
whisper in the reader's ear.
Five years prior to the opening of
our story, a vessel sailed from Madrid
a tiny port in Itly. Paleon Turner
and a beautiful Italian girl his bride
were passengers on that staunch
ship, and on the fifth day out, Inez
took sick. Her malady, which seem
ed to baffle the skill of the surgeons,
Increased, till at last, to all appearan
ces, she died. Paleon Turner seemed
overwhelmed with grief. He would
not sink his wife into the sea before
his eyes, so he dressed her beautifully
and placed her in an open boat. Sail
ors lowered it over the vessel's side
one night, and it drifted away. The
next morning it was lost to view, and
the wife's great fortune, fell to the
husband. He reached America.
THURSDAY, FEBRUARY 11, 1875.
where he encountered George Fox
croft, and the twain became firm
friends.
He wondered, as his second wedding-day
approached, what had be
come of Foxcroft. Was he, if living,
hastening to Neponset for the pur
pose of meeting Gipsy Josie ? Atany
rate, the prophecy bid fair to be a mls
tatement. The eve of the wedding!
Shadows were throwing their long
arms through tho forest of the gipsy's
prophecy, and the dying leaves were
dropping with mournful murmuringa
to the ground.
Paleon Turner had stolen lone
from among the gathering guests,
and stood beneath an elm, whose
strong branches hung over the road
leading to Neponset.
"Something tells me George is com
ing," he said, with pale lips.
"Strdnge!" replied lone. "I have
b'eeh thinking of him all day. Do'
you know that I dreamed last night,
Paleon?1'
"No. Do you believe in dreams,
lone?"
She hesitated, and to please him
answered, "No."
But he saw that her vision had left
its impression on her heart.
"Tell me your dream, dearest. We
will return to the house, therf."
"I saw a boat lowered over the side
of a great ship, Paleon, and there lay
in the boat a beautiful girl dressed in
white for the grave. She looked like
a corpse, and I thought she was dead,
until"
"Until what, lone?" interposed
Turner, clutching the girl's arm.
"Until another vessel picked her up
and then she opened her eyes."
"What a terrible dream! Have
you finished?"
"No. Helping to lower tho boat
into the sea, I saw "
"Whom.Ioue?"
"You."
"No! no!"
"Yes ; and will pay tho debt I owe!"
The sentence was couched in a hiss,
and Paleon Turner turned to behold a
girlish figure spring from the shadow
of the elm. A stiletto glittered in the
uplifted hand, and Turner sprang
aside.
He saved his own breast; but a
shriek and the bubbling of blood told
him that the steel had stricken lone.
The beautiful girl reeled and fell to
the ground
ground ;4and'B-he flung tli'e
aoman-bacfcJntohe sha
mad-
dena
shadQAVB,.
Yi a-cottT'o m on anntnr t- Tnn nV ntilH
325"'"" -F'"5 " Auuoa omr.
&Id when-he-turiied again, he looked
down into the face of George Fox
croft! "The gipsy's year is drawing to a
close," he said. I have watched the
woman whose breath yoli took away
with pofaon, and put into an open
boat, a long time. I understand
Josie's last words now. Turner, I
guess you had better fly. lone, I
think is dying now."
Turner bent over his almost bride.
"Josie's prophecy !" he cried, start
ing back. "The blood of the woman
I love is on your hands. I am going
He kissed Ione's bloody lips, and
turned away.
By-and-by the Italian wife crept
from the shadows, and helped Fox
croft bear the stricken one Into the
house.. She struck at Turner; but,
leaping aside, he had saved his life.
Leaving the frightened guests, 1' ox
croft hurried across the fields.
"She may be there to-night," he
murmured ; and all at once a figure
ruse from a clump of alders that grew
beside his path. It was Gipsy Josie.
"See! the hlood of a beautiful wo
man is on your hands!" she ex
claimed, triumphantly. "IlewiU not
come to tell Jose that she js a false
prophetess. The occupant of the
open boat is rowing him to dark
ness." She paused, bade Foxcroft farewell,
and fled.
lone Slauloy's wound did not prore
mortal. She lingered a long time on
the verge of the grave, from whose
dark depths the angels kept her, that
she might eventually become the wife
of the man who had loved her long,
whom she learned to love with her
whole soul. That man was George
Foxcroft.
Inez, the Italian wife, suddenly
disappeared from Neponset; and, a
year later, the Inmates of the Stanley
home received a brief letter sigued
"Inez" which enclosed an account of
the suicide of Paleon Turner in New
Orleans.
"I go back to Italy avenged. I
have driven him to his death."
This wasall the letter said. I know
not what became of Gipsy Josie ; but
I do know that there are those who
will never forget her prophecy. lone
often relates it to her children.
Mrs. McDonald, of Calais, Me ,
wrapped' her little child so closely for
riding the other night that it waB
smothered to death.
The cheapest way to live is to
breathe.
It takes the Irish to "wake" the
dead.
A clear case an empty dry goods
box.
The State for editors Pencil-vania.
The Granger's trump Spades.
Boond In calf Veal.
TWO LITTLE PUSSIES.
Two little pussies,
So soft and gray.
Oh ! What a noise thoy make
In their play ;
Jumping and spitting.
Grandmother's knitting
Better lieep out of the way.
Two Utile pussies
So fast asleep,
Hn! ha! you rascals,-
I saw you peep
At that poor spider.
Ah ! woe bctldo her,
Softly toward her you creep
Two little pussies',
Happy and free;
Stop for a moment.
Listen to me.
In your wild gambols,
Iri all yodr 'rambles,
Neveu mouse do you sets !
Dear little pussies;
Oh yes! I know
Out of sweet klttenhool
Soon you will grow ;
Then you'll be growling
Always be prowling
In holes where kittens don't go.
THE HAUNTED SHIP.
I shipped in the Norway, for the
passage from Cronstadt tb Hull, and
another Englishman, who went by
tho name of Jack Hastings, joined
her at tho fame time. He and I had
lodged together on shore, and be
come somewhat acquainted before wo
became shipmates. He was a man of
considerable information, and from
his talk, had seen his share of the
world, but was not much of a sailor,
as I had already surmised from tho
out of his jib.
We fouud Capt. Phelps, of the
Norway, a Tartar in tho worst sense
of the word ; and the voyago was
anything but a pleasant one, especial
ly to Hastings. He was shipped for
able seaman's wages, and his deficien
cies were soon apparent, especially to
a captain who had a hawk's eye for
the weak points in a man, that he
might come down on him. As I had
a strong feeling of respect for the
young man, I stood his friend when
ever I could, by trying to do more
than my own share of duty, and
covering up his shortcomings; but
I couldn't alwa3s be at hand, of
course. One night, when it was
blowing quite fresh, and I was at the
wheel, the captain was up, and had
all hands putting reefs in the topsails.
The men had lafu down on deck, and
were manning tho halyards to holet
awayp-when poor Hastings, Instead
of the reeftackle, let go, the weather
fofetopsail brace, and away went the
yard fore and aft. However, by luf
fing up smartly, we managed to get It
checked in again without carrying
away anything. But Capt. Phelps,
frothing at tho mouth, vowed he
would tan the clumsy lubber's hide
that did it, and would "ride him
down like a main-tack.'' He rushed
at Hastings with a piece of ratline
stufl and brought it down once,
with a terrific cut over his neck and
shoulders.
As he raised it again to repeat the
blow, while all hands stood looking
on, hushed into silence, a voice from
aloft roared out "Hold your hand !"
The sound, which was wonderfully
loud and clear, seemed to come down
out of the maintop. The captain fell
back aft, so as to look up, but could
see nothing.
"Aloft there!" he yelled, in a rage.
No answer.
"Maintop there!"
"Halloa!" was answered, spitefully.
"Come down on deck !"
"Come up here, and see how you
like it !"
The captain's rage was now fearful
to behold.
"Who's aloft there? Who is it.
Mr. Ray nor?"' he demanded of the
mate.
"Nobody that I know of, sir," an
swered the officer. They're all here
iu sight.''
The men looked from one to an
other, but the number was correct
The second mate, without waiting for
orders, sprang up aloft and lookeo
over the top-rim, then made the cir
cuit of it, looking all round the mast
head, and reported himself alone
The captain dropped his rope's end
and went below, his mind in a
strange chaos of rage and fear, and
Hastings escaped further beating for
that night.
But a few days were sufficient for
the captain to forget his fears, and I
myself was the next victim of hi
wrath. He had ordered me to make
a lanyard-knot in the end of an old,
fagged rope, to be used for a lashing
somewhere, I did so. and returned it
to him, telling him I had made the
best job of it that I could.
"Well if that's your best,1' said he.
"you're as much of a lubber as your
partner Hastings, I'll dock you both
to or'uary teaman's pay."
In vain I remonstrated, saying that
the rope was too much woru and
fagged to make a neat piece of work.
"Fagged is it? Well I'll finish it
up over your lubberly bock !"
'No j'ou won't!" sang out a voice
from behind the long-boat.
He rushed round in the direction of
the sound; but there was no one
there.
"Who was that that spoke?"
cried. "If I knew who he was
he
I'd
cut his heart out!''
"Ha! ha! would ye?" was an
swered, derisively from the main
top, now.
It was broad daylight, and all could
see that there was no one up there. I
was quite as much startled and mysti
fied as my tyrant could possibly be;
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but the diversion served as good a
purpose as on the previous occasion,
for he did not attack me again. Had
he done so, I meant to resist, and
grapple with him, if it cost me my
life.
That night the captain's slumbers
were disturbed by a fierce cry, which
appeared to come iri at the side-light
In his stateroom, left open for fresh
air. The cry had been heard by tho
mate, on the quarter-deck, and by
Hastings, at the wheel, who could
give no explanation of it, and seemed
to share his astonishment and fear,
when ho rushed on tho deck nnd
looked vainli' over tho quarter in
search of the cause.
From that daj' he was harassed and
persecuted at every turn by an "in
visible presence," which gave him no
peace of his life. Vhether on deck
or below, he found no escape from it,
and especially when he began to
abuse or swear at any of the ship's
companj', the voice of the hidden
champion invarIal-13- took their part.
The Insolent laugh rang in his ear on
ever3 such occasion, seeming to come
from over-head.
nut no suon manifestations ever
troubled us in the forecastle, nor did
the unearthly voice ever address any
one on board but Captain Phelps. The
more superstitious part of our crew
would rather have bourne his tjran
nicnl treatment than have lived in a
haunted ship, while some of us wel
comed a firm friend In this unac
countable spiritual presence, or what
ever it might be.
The captain's angry passions were
to some extent checked 03- it; though
now nnd then, they broke forth so
suddenly that the object of his furj'
received a blow before it could inter
fere. We had arrived within a
couple of days' sail of the English
coast, when, becoming exasperated at
some blunder of Hastings', lie hurled
a belaying pin, which struck him on
the head. The poor fellow suddenly
clapped both hands to the spot, with
a wild yell, and rushed into the fore
castle. Tho captain, after having
thrown the missile, appeared, as I
thought, surpised at not hearing au3'
thing, and I noticed him glance ner
viously aloft. But, still hearing
nothing1 he recovered his courage,
and ordered Mr. Raynor to "call that
man on deck ogain."
Tho mate, getting no answer to his
call, went below, and fouQjlJHas tings
delirious. He reported that he be-Heved-the-maRto
be ia-aicrilical con
dition, and theptain directed him
to do whatever he thought best for
his relief. I think Captain Phelps,
like some other hard cases that I have
sailed with, did nbt dare to venture
into the forecastle himelf, for fear he
might never get out again alive.
That night, it bpcame necessarj to
call all hands out to reef again ; and
while we were on the yards', a thrill
ing cr3' arose from tho bows, such as
ra'ght well have been raised b3 a
maniac A human form was seen by
several of us erect on the rail, near
the fore-swifter, and then a loud
splash was heard in the water under
our lee.
Mr. Raynor and the captain, who
were on deck, ruehed to the side ; a
hat was seen for a moment, bobbing
up on the crest of a sea, and the same
dreadful 3rell of insanit3' was repeated;
even more shrill than before. Capt
Phelps echoed tho crj', but faintly,
and fell insensible to the deck.
Mr. Raynor hailed us on the top
sail 3'ard with a voice like a trumpet
blast "La3 down from aloft ! Clear
away the small boat !"
We thought the matft was quite as
mad as the poor suicide; and so he
was. for the moment. By the time
we readied the deck, he was reatty to
countermand the order. Everything
was hidden in darkne-s, the wind
and sea fast increasing; and it was
hardly possible, even then, for the
clumsy little boat to live. The Cap
tain, still unconscious was carried
below, with maii3 a muttered wiidi
that he might never come up again ;
and bitter were the oaths of ven
geance, mingled with kind words and
tears for our depaited messmate' that'
went round our wakeful little circle
during the storm, dismal uight.
When the Hull pilot boarded us,
forty-eight hours afterward, Captain
Phelps was at his post, trying to look
like himself, but still pale and trem
bling. The mate had told us that he
should have him arrested as soon a3
we arrived in port. But I think he
must have relented, and connived at
hid escape, for he was missing before
the ship was fairly seenred. I don't
think he was ever brought to justice,
though I did not wait to Fee. I was
glad enough to shake tho dust of the
Norway MT my feet, and to forget, if
possible, the history of the voyage.
J tit I often found ni3eelf, while on
subsequent voyages, puzzling mj
brain to account for the strange phe
nomena of which I have spoken.
Five j'eurs passed nway, and I was
none the wiser in that respect, when
I found myself In Liverpool, where I
arrived from a South American vo--age,
nnd been paid off with fift'
pounds a considerable sum for me to
have in possession at one time.
Strolling along tho streets at earh
evening, read for auything In the
way of amusement that might turn
up, m attention was caught by a!
poster, announcing the performance!
of "Professor Holbrook, the unrival
ed and world-renowned ventrilo
quist." I had never seen- a perform
ance of that sort; but after reading
the bill, I resolved to go. I was just
in time when I reached the hall of
Ter
month.
Per
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100
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orin advance.
OFFICIAL PAPEK OF THE COUNT?
exhibition ; and taking a ticket, I enJ
I tered, and took a seat. I thought tho
Professor's entertainment; the most
wouderful thing t had ever witnessed
J or heard. After a variety of sounds
and voices had been imitated with
marvelous skill, he informed us that
he would hold a conversation with an'
imaginar person up the chimney.
When the responsive "Ha, ha!" came
down, I was startled to such a degree
as to rise from my seat. Tt was the
same voice, in prcisely the same pe
culiar tones that I had heard so many
times from the Xorway'B maintop i
A minute later, the Professor hav
ing finished his part, came forward to
the front of the stage; and spite of
his flowing beard and other disguises,
I recoguized one whom I had sup
posed to be dead five j'ears before.
"Jack Hastings," said I aloud, for
getting in my excitement where I
was.
"Sit down !" "Put him out ! cried
a dozen voices at once,
I subsided, of course, "but not be
fore I hod received a sign of recogni
tion from the ventriloquest. When
the performance was over he beckon
ed to me, an In the privacy of his
own room, grasped my hand with a'
hearty pressure.
Hastings," I asked, "how In the
name of miracles were you saved?"
"Saved? Where?"
"When you jumped overboard,
raving mad."
He laughed his own natural,
heart' laugh ; not the unearthly ono"
which he sent down from chimnei'S
and mastheads.
"I never jumped overheard,
Ashton," and I never was any moro
mad than I am at this moment. It
was only a plan to frighten old Phelps
and I think it succeeded but too well.
If he had been tried for his life,- and
I had thought him in danger, I
should have appeared in court, and
frightened him ogain to save his life.
But he could not be found, audi have
never heard of him since. My mad
ness was all a sham, &nd the man
overboard was only a bundle of old
duds, surmounted by my old hat. I
slipped down into tho fore-peak, and
lay concealed till tho night after" tho
ship arrived, when I stole out and
went ashore. Of course you under
stand tho cries you heard?"
"Certainlv; and tho other strange
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sounds on board. Your ventrllp-
quiam explains the whole matter." "iL,
"I performed in moat of the ottfe-j b-
f end-largo towns In England. keforoXZ-irf.
kne.Wyou,; but I was tliena issl pafCfli
ln'm-jr habits', and"squa'uderedirtliat
I made. While on one of my sprees,
I shipped, and went to sea; and that
is how you found me in Cronstadt.
But I was never stock to make a
sailor of. Since I have returned I
have done well, and saved money ;
and 3011 must allow that I acquit my
self better on this stage than I did on
board the Norway."
And that is the only haunted ship
that ever I was in. I have heard of
others, but probably those cases might
all be explained In some similar way
FORTY ItUSIIELS OF WHEAT PER
ACRE.
A writer in the Practical Fanner
tells how he gets big crops of wheat :
"For the past five 3ars I have aver
aged fort3 bushels per ncre of wheat
of the finest quality. alwa3sbeing ov
er-weight. I think I am still gaining
ever 3'ear, and attribute this to tho
S3stem pursued and especially to
keeping sheep. My rotation is corn,
barle, with clover; third 3ear, clov
er; and fourth 'ear, clover plowed
down for wheat. I have never miss
ed a drop of clover by needing it with
barle3. It gives the grass Beeds a
chance which oats do not. I raise
full crops of barley which do not at
all interfere with the grass, but I
think barle rather helps by the
slight shading. After the harle Is
cut the clover makes astonishing
growth, giving me superior late past
ure. Owing to danger from mice, I
pasture it down pretty close. M soil
is cht3 loam. I plow down the rank
clover about nine inches deep, give It
one harrowing, then haul out my
manure and spread. This I plow
down shallow, as I consider it im
portant to have the fertilizer near the
surface for the roots of the wheat
plant. I use the drill, putting in one
bushel and ono peck to the acre. I
have never had a wheat crop hurt by
freezing and thawing, which I sea
you eometimes suffer iu Eastern
Pennsylvania. OnoHeason, and one
onl, when we had a ver fine fall of
growing weather, the wheat grew o'
rank that I pastured it some during
the winter. I have never had any nt
tacks of insect enemies on tho wheat
crop, and feel as certain of a crop of
about forty bushels per acre undermy,
S3stem as that spiing will suageed
winter. It is ten years since I moved'
on thi farm, and believe that noth-,
iug more recuperates u worn-out farm
than keeping sheep. They spread
their manure eveplj- over the field,
and I have found the truth of what
some one said, that "the tread of the4
sheep is gn-Wen."
There ae sixteen oases of trichina
in l-ani:-.fce 111., from eating disease
! ed pork. Two of tha victims hove
died, a 11 scvoral others are in a.criticaj
condition.
Young men, never sa die whef
there's a pair-o-dice WIM1414 your,
reach.
Living on excitement is very ex-
pensive living.
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