The Red Cloud chief. (Red Cloud, Webster Co., Neb.) 1873-1923, June 23, 1899, Page 3, Image 3

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The Plying Dutchman.
Amine had Just returnetl from nn
nttornoon's walk through the streets
of Qoa: she had made some purchases
at different shops In tho bazaar, and
had brought them homo under her
mantilla. "Here, nt last, thank heav
en, I am alone nnd not watched,"
thought Amine, ns alio threw herself
on tho couch. "Philip, Philip, whero
are you?" exclaimed she. "I havo
now tho means, and I soon will know."
Llttlo Pedro, tho son of tho widow, en
tered tho room, ran up to Amine and
klssod her. "Tell me. Pedro, whoro is
your mother?"
"She has gone out to see her frlcnd9
this evening, nnd wo are alone. I wIU
stay with you."
"Do so, dearest. Teh mo, Pcdro.can
you kcop a secret?"
"Yes, I can tell It mo."
"Nay, I have nothing to tell, but I
wish you to do something; I wish to
make a play, and you shall see things
In your hand."
"Oh, yes show mo, do show mo."
"If you promlso not to tell."
"No, by the Holy Virgin, I will not."
"Then you shall see."
Amine lighted somo charcoal In a
chafing dish and put It nt her feet; she
then took a reed pen, somo Ink from a
email bottle, and a pair of sclssora.and
wrote down several characters on a pa
per, singing, or rather chanting, words
which wero not Intelllglblo to her
young companion. Amino then threw
frankincense nnd coriander seed Into
the chafing dish, which threw out a
strong aromatic smoke; and desiring
Pedro to sit down by her on a small
stool, she took tho boy's right hnnd
and held It In her own. She then drew
upon the palm of his hand a square
figure with characters on each side of
it, and in tho center poured a small
quantity of the Ink, so as to form a
black mirror of the elzo of half a
"Now all Is ready," said Amine;
look, Pedro, what see you In the Ink?"
"My own face," replied the boy.
"She threw moro frankincense upon
tho chafing dish, until tho room was
full of smoke, and then chanted:
"Turshoon turyo-shooa come
down, come down."
"Bo present, yo servants of theso
"Remove the evil, and bo correct."
Tho characters she had drawn upon
the paper sho had divided with the
scissors, and now taking one of the
pieces, sho dropped it into tho chaflns
dish, still holding tho boy's hand.
"Tell mo, Pedro, what do you see?"
"I seo a man sweeping," replied Pe
dro, alarmed.
"Fear not, Pedro, you shall see more.
,y Has ho dono sweeping?"
"Yes, ho has."
And Amino muttered words which
were unintelligible, and threw Into the
chafing dish tho other half o! tho pa
per with tho characters she had writ
ten down. "Say, now, Pedro, 'Philip
Vanderdecken, appear!' "
"Philip Vanderdecken, appear!" re
sponded tho boy. trembling.
"Tell mo what thou seest, Pedro
tell mo truo?" said Amine, anxiously.
"I seo a man lying down on tho
-white sand. I don't like this piny."
"Be not alarmed, Pedro; you shall
havo sweetmeats directly. Toll mo
what thou seest how tho man Is
"He has a short coat. Ho has white
trousers; he looks about him ho takes
something out of his breast and kisses
'"Tis he! 'tis he! and ho lives!
Heaven, I thank Theo. Look again,
"He gets up. I don't llko this play;
I am frightened; Indeed I am."
"Fear not."
"Oh, yes I am; I cannot," replied
Pedro, falling on his knees; "pray let
me go."
Pedro had turned his hand and spill
ed tho ink, tho charm was broken and
Amino could learn no more. She
soothed tha boy with presents, made
him repeat his promlso that he would
not tell, and postponed further search
Into fato until the boy should appear
to havo recovered from his torror and
be willing to resumo tho ceremonies.
f "My Philip lives mother.dear moth
er, I thank you."
Amino did not allow Pedro to leave
the room until he appeared to have
qulto recovered from his fright; for
somo days sho did not say anything to
hJrn except to remind him of his prom
lso not to tell his mother, or any one
else, and she loaded him with pres
ents. One afternoon when his mother was
gone out Pedro came in and asned
Amine "whether they should not have
iho play over again!"
m Amino, who was anxious to know
more, was glad of the boy's request,
an soon had everything prepared.
Again was her chamber filled with the
moke of the frankincense; again was
sho muttering hor incantations; tho
magic mirror was on the boy's hand,
flpnd once more had Pedro cried out,
"Philip Vanderdecken, appear!" when
the door burst open, and Father Ma
thlas, the wldow.and several ofher peo
ple raado tholr appearance. Amino
started up. Pedro screamed and ran to
bla mother,
jjjThen I was not mistaken at what I
saw in the cottage at Tornouso," cried
FatheY Mathlas, with his arms foldod
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over his breast, and with look3 of In
dignation; "accursed sorceress! you
are detected."
About half an hour afterward two
men dressed In black gowns came In
to Amlnc'a room and requested that
sho would follow them, or that forcu
would bo used. Amino made no re
sistance; they crossed the squaro; tho
gate of a lnrgo building was opened;
they desired her to walk in, and in a
fow seconds Amine fouud herself In
one of the dungeons of the Inquisition.
Sho was subsequently tried and con
demned to be burned at tho stako as a
sorceress. Subsequently sho was ex
ecuted according to sentence.
We must again return to Philip and
Krantz. When tho latter retired from
tho presenco of tho Portuguese com
mandant, he communicated to Philip
what had taken place, nnd tho fabulous
talo which ho had Invented to deceive
tho commandant, by a story of burled
treasure they had Invented. "I said
that you alono knew whoro tho treas
ure was concealed," continued Krantz,
"that you might be sent for, for in all
probability he will keep mo as a host
age; but never mind that, I must take
my chance. Do you contrive to escapo
somehow and -ojoln Amine."
They concocted a story of buried
treasuro on a distant Island, and
through tho soldier, Pedro, readily got
me consent of tho commnndnnt to ac
company them. Pedro, Schrloftcn and
other soldiers connected with the fort
accompanied them In the vessels. Nono
of these bore the commandant good
will. Tho party arrived under tho tree
the bhovcls soon removed the light
sand, and In a few minutes tho treas
uro was exposed to view. Bag after
bag was handed up and the loose dol
lars collected Into heaps. Two of the
soldiers had been sent to tho vessels
for sacks to put tho looso dollars In,
and tho men had desisted from their
labor; they laid aside their spades,
looks were exchanged, and all wero
Tho commandant turned round to
call to and hasten the movements of
tho men who had been sent for tho
sackB, when three or four knives sim
ultaneously pierced him through tho
back; ho fell, and was expostulating,
when they wore again burled in his
bosom, and ho lay a corpse. Philip
and Krantz remained silent spectators;
the knives were drawn out, wiped and
replaced In their sheaths. The party
then set sail for homo.
Years havo passed away since wo re
lated Amlno'a sufferings nnd cruel
death; and now once moro we bring
Philip Vanderdecken on tho scene. And
during this time, whero has he been?
A lunatic at one tlmo frantic, chained.
coerced with blows; at others, mild nnd
peaceable. Reason occasionally ap
peared to burst out again, as tho sun
on a cloudy day; and then it was again
obscured. For many years there was
ono who watched him carefully, and
lived In hopes to witness his return to
a snno mind; ho watched In sorrow and
remorse ho died without his desires
being gratified. This was Father Ma
thlas! The cottage at Torneuse had long
fnllon Into ruins; for many years it
waited tho return of its owners, and at
last tho heirs at law claimed and re
covered tho substance of Philip Van
derdecken. Even the fate of Amino
had passed from tho recollection of
most pcoplo.
But many, many years have rolled
away Philip's hair Is white -his once
powerful framo is broken down and
ho appears much older than ho really
Is. He Is now sano; but his vigor Is
gone. Weary of life, all he wishes for
is to execute his mission and then to
welcome death.
The relic has never been taken from
him; he has been discharged from the
lunatic asylum, and has been provided
with tho means of returning to his
country. Alas! ho has now no coun
tryno homo nothing In tho world
to Induce him to remain In It. All he
asks Is, to do his duty and to die.
Tho ship was ready to sail for Eu
rope, and Philip Vanderdecken went on
onrd hardly carlnc whither h went.
To return to Terneuse was not his ob
ject; he could not bear the Idea of vis
iting the sceno of so much happiness
and so much misery. Amlno's form
was engraven on his heart, and ho
looked forward with Impatience to tho
tlmo when ho should bo summoned to
Join her in the land of spirits.
"When, oh when is It to bo accom
plished?" was the constant subject of
his reveries. "Blessed Indeoa will be
tho day when I leave this world of hato
and seek that other in which the weary
aro at rest."
Tho vessel on board of which Philip
was embarked as a passenger was tho
Nostra Senora da Monte, a brig of
threo hundrod tons, bound for Lisbon.
Tho captain was an old Portuguese,
full of superstition and fond of arrack
a fondness rather unusual with peo
ple of his nation. They sailed from
Goa and Philip was standing abaft and
sadly contemplating tho splro of tho
cathedral, in which he had last parted
with his wlfo, when his elbow was
touched, and ho turned around.
"A follow-pasioflscr again." snta a
well-knoru voice It waa that of tho
Pilot Schrlfteu.
Thcro was no alteration In tho man's
appearance; he show oil uo marks of
ftecllnlng years, his one eyo glarud as
keenly as ever.
Philip started, not only nt tho sight
of the man, but at tho reminiscences
which his unexpected appearance
brought to his mind. It was but for n
second, nnd ho was again calm and
"You here again, Schrlften?" observed
Philip. "I trust your appearance for
bodes the accomplishment of my tnsk."
"Perhaps It does," replied the pilot;
"wo both are weary."
Philip mado no reply; he did not
even ask Schrlften In what manner he
had escaped from tho fort; ho was In
different about It, for he thought that
the man had n charmed life,
"Many aro tho vessels that have been
wrecked, Philip Vnnderdocken, nnd
many tho souls summoned to their ac
count by meeting with your father's
ship while you hnvo been so long shut
up," observed the pilot.
"May our next meeting with him be
more fortunate may It bo the last!"
replied Philip.
"No, no! rather may ho fulfill his
doom, and shall till the day of Judg
ment!" replied tho pilot, with em
phasis. "Vile caitiff! I havo a foreboding
that you will not havo your dctostablo
wish. Away leave mo! or you shall
find that, although this head Is blanch
ed by misery, this arm has still somo
Tho ship had now gained off the
Eouthcrn coast of Africa, and was
about one hundred miles from tho
Lagullas coast; the morning was beau
tiful, a slight ripple only turnod over
tho waves, tho breeze was light and
steady, and the vessel was standing on
a wind at tho rnto of about four miles
an hour.
"Blessed bo the holy saints," said
the captain, who had Just galnod tho
deck; "another little Blnnt In our favor
and we shall lay our course. Again, I
say, blessed bo the holy saints, and
particularly our worthy patron, St. An
tolne, who has taken under his par
ticular protection tho 'Nostra Senora
da Monte.' We have a prospoct of fine
weather; como, slgnors, let us down to
brenkfust, and after breakfast we will
enjoy our clgarros upon tho deck."
But tho sceno was soon changed; a
bank of clouds rose up from the east
ward, with a rapidity that to the sea
men's eyes was unnatural, and It soon
covered the whole firmament; tho sun
was obscured, and nil was ono deep
and unnatural gloom; the wind subsid
ed, and tho ocean was hushed. It was
not exactly dark, but tho heavens wero
covered with one red hazo, which gave
an appearance as it the world was in
a stato of conflagration.
In the cabin the Increased darkness
was first observed by Philip, who wont
on deck; he was followed by the cap
tain and passengers, who wero in a
stnto of amazement. It was unnatural
nnd Incomprehensible "Now, holy
Virgin, protect us! what can this bo?"
exclaimed the captain, In a fright.
"Holy St. Antonio, protect us! but
this Is awful!"
"There there!" shouted tho sailors,
pointing to tho beam of tho vessel. Ev
ery eyo looked over tho gunwale to
witness what had occasioned such ex
clamations. Philip, Schrlften and tho
captain wero side by side. On tho beam
of tho ship, not moro thnn two cable
lengths' distant, they boheld slowly
rising out of the water tho tapering
mast-head nnd spars of another ves
sel. Sho rose and rose grndually; hor
topmasts and topsail yards, with tho
sails set, next mado their appearanco;
higher nnd higher sho rose up from
tho element. Her lower masts and
rigging nnd, lastly, hor hull showed It
self abovo the surface Still sho roso
up, till her ports, with hor guns, nnd nt
last tho whole of her floatago wero
above water, and thoro sho remained,
close to them, with her main ynrd
squared and hovc-to.
(To be continued.)
Almoit All Tunc Are I'athotlo
Melnnohnl) In Tone.
Philippine music Is becoming popu
lar. Returning voyagers to tho far
distant lslnnds havo introduced It hore.
Llko the Hawaiian, It Is distinctive,
and characteristic of tho national lifo
of the people, though without doubt
an adaptation of tho sweet and mel
ancholy music of the Spaniards, Flute,
violin and harp aro tho favorite Instru
ments, as In tho Italian, but it is not
llko tho animated music of Italy. Tho
liveliest strains of the Filipinos are
pathetic and melancholy In tone. So,
too, aro tho titles of most of their
musical compositions, as, for Instance,
"Los Dlas Ultimas del Verano" ("Tho
Last Days of Summer"), "Tho Wail
of a Lost Soul," "Tho Approach of Au?
tumn." Tho harp twnngs softly, the
violin bow is gontly drawn, while
abovo all floats tho wail of a flute,
which rises and falls In melancholy
cadences. This music speaks as elo
quently to tho foreigner as to the na
tive. "The Approach of Autumn" is
so plaintive and sad that you can al
most hear the rustle of the forest
leaves, or tho sighing of autumn
zephyrs through the pine trees.
Church music, too, Is of tho same
plalutlvo character, all pitched in a
minor key. Indianapolis Sentinel.
Teaching Eaw to lloiton Policemen.
Under the workings of a new rule,
Boston's policemen are receiving in
aaructlon In tho law. Every week a
number of logal questions pertaining
to matters which como under their
dally observation aro propounded to
them, and this system of examinations
Is beilovcd to havo greatly Improved
tho efficiency of til force.
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Perhaps the morning never dawned
on a sadder scene than on July 4th,
C3, when over the blood-sodden field
of Gettysburg the light hegan to break.
Could all tho history of the wounded
and dead have been written never be
fore nnd been such a chronicle of ro
mance and tragedy, but It was not;
only now and then a leaf, ns It were,
has been written mid preterved this
one by an army nurso.
My hands and HklrU were dabbed In
blood; my heart was faint within me.
For long hours I had fasted and work
ed; Into my ears hnd Iippii poured tho
most tender of last messages; the most
heart-breaking tales.
"You ought to rest a little." said thi
rough but kindly voice of nn old sur
geon; "only, If you can stand up a
minute longor there la ,a case over
hero I want you to seo. ' In silence I
followed him to a small church build
ing that had been turned Into an hos
pital. Every pew was a bed of pain;
blood dripped from between tho altar
rails; even tho aisles wero partially
blocked with tho wrecks of humanity.
It Is In a scone llko this that one ap
preciates the "other side" of war.
The surgeon led me straight to the
singer's stand and pointed to a young
man in shoulder strnps, whose blonde
curls wero matted and whose beautiful
bluo eyes, beautiful even In their pnln,
roved restlessly over the walls iud
celling. He was lying Hat on his back
with only a prayer book for a pillow.
I saw at a glanco thnt an arm was
gone. Tho lingers of the other hand
worked nervously.
"I can't mnko out whether ho 1j In
his right mind or not," tho surgeon
said In an undertone. "Maybe you cmi
I kneeled and laid my hand on his
brow. He seemed not to hnvc noticed
me before. Now ho turned a startled,
wondering gazo on me. His tips moved,
but at first I could not catch tho
words. By and by I made out:
"I want Dolllo. Please bring Dollle
here." Agnln: "I will give all I have
to the ono who will bring mo Dollle."
Who Is Dollle?" I asked, gently,
still smoothing his forehead.
He looked up with almost a smile In
his eyes, and asked naively:
"Don't you know Dollle?"
"I nm afraid I don't," I said, and I
smiled a little, too.
"Dollle Is my sweetheart," he an
swered a moment later. His face was
very grave now. "And, oh, how she
cried when I came away! Poor Dol
llo!" A few momonts I busied myself in
trying to mako him more comfortable;
then he broke out again:
"If only I could seo hor JUBt a fow
minutes It would be heaven on earth.
Maybe she would como If she knew I
am sick. I am sick, ain't I?"
"What alls mo? I feel bo queer and
sore nil over aud -"
"Thcro!" ho suddenly Interrupted
himself "if you look quick you will
b'se Dollle's head up there when the
light jhlnes on that lamp. Ldok!
Why, how nntural hor curia, and she
emllea at mo out of tho corners of her
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cjes a trick of hers. Dear Uolllc!
Sho's gone now. 1 drrnnicd of her last
night; dreamed thnt her arms were
about my neck and that sho was kiss
ing me nnd calling me hur soldier
'Was she willing for you to go to
WHr?" I nHked. Llko tho doctor, I was
not sure of his mental condition.
"Yes, willing In a way. She felt
that It was right for mo to go, and
right Is law with Dolllo."
I went nway then, but nn hour Inter,
having bribed a good woman over tho
way to let mo have n pillow her lnt
ono I roturncd to his side. It seemed
to mo that ho hnd failed during my
absence nnd the troubled look In his
eyes wns Intensified.
When I had put the pillow under his
hend and bathed his face, he said,
"How very kind you nro! Your
touch 'minds mo of mother's."
Then I know ho wns watching me,
but he did not speak for n long time,
nnd when he did It was not to me:
"Father In heaven, let mo seo Dollle
onco more; plenso send her to me."
I could not stand cither the words
or the pathos In the voice. I mutt
help nnswor that prayer If possible.
By and by I said:
"Could you tell me where to send for
mH, to
Dollle? Maybe sho would come to you
If It Is not too far, nnd I should toll
her how much you noeil her."
It wns a hazardous thing to say. Wo
did not often daro make such sugges
tions, for, of course, fow comparative
ly, could come, and It did not do to
ralso falso hopes. Howevor, I folt
confident that ho could not llvo many
hours, and his plendlngs touched mo
Inexpressibly, even nmld tho scouo
and sights surrounding.
-At the question he flashed me such
a look.
"Will you?"
That was all, but oh, tho Intensity of
It! "Write to S. II. Sterllng.Sterlluu's
Corners, Pennsylvania."
I was not in tho least doubt of his
sanity at tho moment, but beforo I
could trnco tho words In my notebook,
his gazo was onco moro on tho cell
ing, and ho wns babbling of mother
and Dolllo.
Reluctantly I brought myself to
search his pockets, finding, strange to
say, only n notebook with tho namo In
gilt letters on tho covor: "Donald
My letter wns brief, only this:
"Donald Dee Is dangorously wounded
and calls ceaselessly for Dollle."
It was a memorable Fourth of July,
one never to bo forgotten by tho poor
fellows suffering through tho hot, In
terminable hours, or tho busy surgeons
and nurses, who never paused in tholr
work of moistening hot lips, bathing
throbbing brows, washing out gaping
wounds.recelvlng last messages, "writ
ing letters homo;" In short, doing what
thoy could when everything was to
As soon as possible we had tho
young captain removed to moro com
fortable quarters. His wounds woro
doing fairly well, but tho surgeon said
tho shock hnd been too much for his
norvous system; ho might or might not
live. "Everything, I should say, do
pends upon the nursing," ho added,
looking meaningly at me.
"I will do my best for him till Dol
llo comes," I mndo answer, but my
heart mlsgavu me; I did not think sho
would come, and If she did well, tho
future was veiled, as futures aro apt to
Day by day ho wasted awny. Al
thojfch I proparod him fairly decont
rar? "ftyp
mMsos ho scarcely ate at nil; ana
though a real bodntead had been loan
ed him, with a real though somowhnt
dilapidated straw inntlress on It, ho
seldom slept. Without being moody,
ho was not talkative. Ho seemed to
bo silently consumed by some Inward
"He Is dying to seo his sweetheart
poor boy!" wns what tho surgeon said,
and what wo nil thought.
It was the evening of the fourth day
after I had sent my message to Sterling
Corners. Sitting by his couch, fanning
him It was Intensely hot I wna
stnrtled to hear him say In a hurried
"You don't think she will get hero In
To give myself time to framo nn an
swer, I feigned not to understand.
"I am afraid I will not hold out till
Dollle gets here. I drcamed'thls after
noon thnt hor mother was hore by the
bed. nnd she snld, 'You won't havo to
wait much longer, Donald.' Her
mother Is dead, you know, nnd I think
it means thnt I am soon to go."
Assuming a hopefulness that I wns
fnr from fooling I nnswercd: "I do not
so Intorprot your drenm. I tako it
thnt you will not havo long to Ho hero
and wnlt before Dolllo comes."
He caught hopefully at tho sugges
tion nnd seemed much bettor nil night.
Early tho next morning I wont to see
a poor boy whoso end was unmistak
ably near and who called mo "mother."
I was dotalned somo tlmo nnd ns my
return to my headquarters necessitated
my passing whero Capt. Dee was quar
tered, I thought to servo him his
breakfast nnd then take an hour or
two of rest,
Tho surgeon met mo, saying: "Dollle
has como nnd Is waiting out there in
the kitchen. Boo her nnd then break
tho nows to him. He is very weak
this morning."
My heart beat fast; nt last I would
seo Dolllo with her arms about hor
lover's neck. I could Imaglno Just
tho way ho would look at her; ho said
so much with his cyos.
I paused on tho threshold of the
kitchen; sho wns not thoro no on
but tho cook, a strango man nnd a llt
tlo child were In tho room. Dollle
must hnvo grown Impatient and Bought
him out: tho shock might kill him.
Hurriedly 1 turnod away, but as I
did so the child sprang forward and
caught my hand, exclaiming vohcinent
ly: "Dolllo wnntB her papa!"
In my surprise I Jorkod my hand
away and fairly staggorcd backwards,
"You Dolllo?"
It wns all I could say.
"Of courso I'm Dolllo," she answered
In an Injured tone, adding pltcously:
"I want my pnpa, and ho wants me."
Tho stranger, nn elderly gentleman,
now Intorposed by handing mo mjr
own lettor and Baying:
"I nm S. U. Sterling, Donald Deo'a
stepfather, and this Is llttlo Dollle, his
"Cortalnly yes, I seo," I stammered,
and I did, though as yet dimly; it was
so entirely different from what I had
And then I went to Capt. Dee. Ho
seemed restless nnd fovorlsh, and I
gave myself tlmo by wotting a cloth
and placing it on his head.
By and by I said:
"If Dolllo should come today, could
you bonr tho Joy of It?"
"I'd llko to try the experiment," and
a ghost of n smllo flitted over his
wan features. "Joy Is not as apt to
be fatal as cither hopo deferrod or
robol bullots, and I know something
of both of those."
Then I said:
"Well, sho Is hero."
I can no more describe tho unutter
able look of gladness that lighted his
faco than I can describe the rapturo of
tho blest.
"Thank God and you!"
A fow moments later Dollle was
covering his faco and hands with kisses
and ho was hugging her with his one
nrm and calling her "sweotheart" over
and over again.
For tho time the grandfather and I
stood apart and lot them enjoy them
selves, tho former telling mo mean
while of the unusual affection exist
Ing between them, of how the young
wife had dlod whllo Dollle was a babe
and of tho almost constant prayer of
the child for hor father's safety slnse
ho cnteied the army,
Sho was a lovely child, with her
father's blonde curls and fine bluo
Donald Dee did not dlo, and a few
days later ho was taken homo to the
mothor lovo and caro awaiting htm
I nm now grandmother to Dollie'a
children, for you must know Donald
and I celebrated our next Fourth In a
far moro pleasing manner than tho ono
a year before, aud Dolllo has long bei
my swjstheart as well as his,