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Show and her voire again woke the ec like the tones of a flute THAT GIRL of JOHNSONS Tty JBA.fl HATH JLIZ )LVW, Amlitr if At Ctrl a Mmy. Ot. F stared Aerordinf ts Act of Comma in tho Yomr IW by Street k Salih, la I ha USet of tbs Librarian of Commit at Wobiacioa. D. C CHAPTER VIII Continual The woman came to meet them aa they rode up. Foam dripped from the mouths of their horses, and their heads hung listlessly, while their tanks were covered with sweat The men dismounted and loosened the saddle girths. Had Johnson returned? they asked her. Not that she bad heard of, she replied. Did they want Johnson? Had they been searching for him? Tes, they replied, they wanted Johnson; he was summoned to appear in the town in the Green case; it was believed he could tell considerable about the matter; should he not aptbey must wait pear What if he were dead? she asked, curiously; if ho had fallen into some one of the dangerous places on the mountain? If he were dead, they said well, if he were dead that would put a different face upon the matter; they hoped he was not dead, for the law should not be baffled. Did she think he was dead? Had she cause to think so? No. she knew no reason why Johnson should be dead unless be had fallen in some of the dangerous places on the mountain; they must know this, for they had been there; for her part she knew nothing about It save from what she heard those say who had been there. They paid her liberally and rode away. Dolores was still sitting at the gate under the pines with hor haggard face and idle hands, and the eyes that watched for what did not come. Johnson was not there, she said, quietly, and they never questioned her word, but instinctively lifted their hats as they rode away. to-ds- CHAPTER IX. A More Thorough 8earch. Dolores, worn with watching and faint from lack of food, fell asleep at and slept the whole the door-wanight through; the dawning had deepened to broad light when she waked. She bathed her face with cool water from the well and brushed her soft hair back, winding it in a heavy oil at the back of her head. The table was set as she had left it the day before, and when she hung the kettle over the lire she took the pall and went out to milk Brlndle. Lodle came up for water; he hesitated as he saw Dolores, but she rose ap bravely to meet him. She did not peak, but her eyes asked him a question. Ther case were postponed," he aid, slowly. "Ther ledge were put out considrable. but as t couldnt be helped he said they'd hev ter wait tell per feyther kerns." He did not linger; he dared not linger when she was watching him. He could not tell her of the roused suspicion regarding Johnson's He left a full bucket on the edge of the well for her. Dolores was unused to attention; this slight act touched her strangely; she watched him go down the road, and his slouching figure had a sort of grace in her eyes. She arose and carried the pall ln- - "I shall she said simply. Then she prepared a pot of offee strong and clear, and drank a cupful. She fried some baron and eggs, and ate them determinedly. She was Impelled by her hidden purpose, should have and ate that she strength. When she had finished she filled a large bottle with rich new milk, and hung it at her side with a slender rope across her shoulders; she knew that she would have need of both her hands. Then she closed the door and went down the path with a firm step. As she pushed the rickety gate up and fastened it with its swinging rope, and turned to go down the road, a step crunched the gravel at her side, and a familiar voice sounded in her ears, a voice that hitherto had held such sweetness to her shut as she had always been In her bard life. But she turned now with the free look dying from her face and eyes. Dusres!" exclaimed young Green, eagerly, a warm light in his kindly eyes as he went up to her with outstretched hands. "I came over to see about your father. You have heard nothing few h'.v. ret. Miss Johnson?" I will walk, today," she sal4! steadily. For the first time he noticed the bottle at ber waist and the strange, sad expression of her face. A knowledge of her errand flashed upon Mm. He touched her arm gently to detain her. "You' are going to find him, Miss Johnson Dolores? You believe he is lost over on yonder mountain? What fools we were not to have thought of that before. Let me go with you; may I? What could you do should you find him?" He used no softening words to her; he knew she comprehended the possible ending to their search. "You must ride my horse. Miss Johnson. The way is long and rough, and" "I will walk," she said, simply. Her lost their warm red color; her wide eyes were on bis face in their strange wistfulncss. "Then I will leave him at the tavern," he said, quietly, to comfort her. A group of men were around the door of the tavern as they approached and were talking over the events of the previous day. When young Green and Dolores appeared their glances were suggestive, and they listened in silence when the young man spoke. When he finished an ominous silence fell upon them. Then Lodle arose. Of them all he was the most angular and uncouth, but among them be was nobler than they. "Ther d optics dednt know ther Ups had mounting," he said gravely. Theys might hev a'ms' stepped on 'em o'thout knowln ct Ef he hev met with an accdent he maynt be able tor kem an' 'll die thout help kem ter 'ora. Ef thet gal o' Johnslngs ken go ower thar ter hunt em, I reckon we uns ken do His slow, heavy words roused an Interest in his listeners as all Greens words could not do, and they arose at once to their duty with many a word of grumbling that passed unnoticed because each understood that this was simply their way of showing the depth of their interest The strange party moved along the ghostly mist of the valley road and across the bridge like spirits of the mountain. The ascent was hard and toilsome, and Dolores was unused to such exertion; young Green was athletic, but he also had never so bad his strength put to the proof. They paused many times to rest and recover breath. By and by Green helped Dolores. Her recent lack of food and sleep had unfitted her for auch exertion. She was panting and weak, but she smiled her slow, brave smile, and shook her head when he offered to take her home if she wished. She came to find her father, she said quietly, and she would find him; she felt certain of that Up In the blue apace a vulture hov-'re- d' the dull flap of his wings was audible in the dead stillness and hollow below. Dolores saw him, and her eyes dilated. "See!" she cried, her sweet, strangely penetrating voice full of terror echoing down the misty hollow. "See! Why is he there? They follow where there are wounded. He la not there for nothing. Their eyes followed hers; her terror was reflected in their faces, used as they were to such scenes, and young Green instinctively drew her nearer himsolf as though to shield her from what might follow. There was nothing certain about the vulture's prey; it might be a wounded hare, a stag, or a man! That it was something was certain; something, too, that was wounded, not dead. They stood in silence a moment with faces, while the bird of death hovering above them had a terrible meaning for them. Dolores dung to young Green with trembling hands in tho first wild moment; she did not feel his strong arm about her; there was a look in her eyes he could never forget Then she loosened her hold of him, and stood alone slender and stately on the brink of the yawning gulf. It was marvelous how she impressed those about her with her Many a time afterward personality. the young man was wakened In the night with the memory of her as she stood there in her utter her feet touching the edge of the gulf opening before her, her tender face grand with Its brave soul "i will call him, she said, gravely. "He may answer, for he is there, I know." 8he leaned above the void filled in with ghostly mist and gruesome shadows; young Green's hand was upon her arm, but she did not know it She called aloud, and her voice rang down the silence, waking the echoes from rock to rock down is The Two Captains fw I of them with Its fierce cry. tM suddenly up from the depths, yet far from them, floated a faint r half moan, half answer. They lists as though in doubt, afraid to bellev lest they be mistaken. But again ths faint voire sounded not far distant but weak. Green stretched himself flat on the ground, 'id leaned far over the perilous edv. About twenty feet below a shaft ledge projected, forming a flat shelf; this was covered with a tangle d shrubs and bushes. The mist hunt about it like a phantom shroud, ant even to Greens clear eye It was but faintly discernible. Whether or nd Johnson was there, he could not tell He called cheerily, and again tin weak voice replied; the bushes belov were stirred slightly, and a feebb hand appeared for an instant Green arose swiftly to his feet; hs uncoiled the rope with swift sweep of his muscular young arms, and tokening one end around his waist cured the other end to a sturdy sapling near. The men understood his design without words, and obeyed his orders promptly. Dolores watched them with dilating eyes and her lips close shut as though to stifle a cry. When she saw whit By W. CLARK kUSSELL. Cosnisbt. HW. hr P. k Ceprrfsfct ISW. hr Dodd. Hod A Ca were assembled. The boatswain was at the head off the table, and he was in the middle of a story of some friends of his. safi-nrwho had been robbed of one hundred and forty pounds by two womdn and a young man desperately armed, dressed up as a woman, when his eye lighted on the captain, who stood unsurveying der the main-hatcThe men. seeing'thelr captain, n noise of raised a great, hurrahs, and Maddison of the squint cried out, Will you drink with ns, your honor?" Ive ceme below to do it." says Pope, advancing to the table, and taking a pannikin with a little rum in it, he addressed the men. They were as silent as figureheads while his words were being delivered. Nothing troubled the stillness but Pope's voice, the creaking of the brigs timbers, and once or twice the squeak of a rat in the hold below. His speech was very encouraging; he said them to make a home of the brig, and to live happily together. They should not want for leisure; they would be always prompt In obeying orders; their lives would depend upon obedience and dispatch; he would try and provide them with plenty to eat and drink, and,- as they sailed under the black Bag, the usual sea discipline would be greatly relaxed. What they all wanted was plenty of money, and that they would get if they fought stoutly and feared nothing. , All sorts of roaring cries followed the captain's address. The men by his presence. He drank their health, then to the success of the cruise, which he promised them should be too brief to enable the British cruisers to give them any troubla Now sing songs and be happy, my hearties," says he; and he went on deck, the men shouting their satlsfao-tlo- n after him and beating the table-wittheir pannikins. At ten Oclock Captain Pope went below. The cabin was warm though the little skylight was open. In a corner was a little table upon which were a small compass, a quadrant, and one or two other mathematical Instruments of a primitive sort; close' beside it leaned a bag of charts, one of which he extracted, and, carrying it to the table in the cabin, fell to mining over it with a pencil In his hand. All of a sudden, while he overhung the chart, thoughtfully considering In that part of the sea according to his memory of them, he was startled by a loud and fearful cry on deck, quickly followed by a genera? uproar of voices, amid which he could hear Grlndal roaring like a bull: "Where the devil are yer coming tof Starboard yer helium." Pope sprang from the table, rushed to his cabin, seized his sword, and,, thrusting a pistol into his pocket, bounded on deck. Scarce was hi when head clear of the companion-wa- y he was nearly thrown by a violent concussion. The little brig heoled, trembling to her keelson, with some noise-o- f splintering aloft and the seething patter of fragments of timber, blocks and jthe like launched from a height into the quiet water. The night was extremely dark; the mist hod thickened Into something like a fog slnce-twbells. Shouts were to be heard over the-sldA yelling and groaning of voices in an unknown togue. Close aboard with her starboard bow caressing the slde of the Gypsy, while her bowsprit carrying its black wing of jib shot-ove- r the brigs rail, like a branchless-falletree, was a vessel somewhat larger than the pirate, apparently a schooner, but it was so dark that no one could have told you the true rig of her. A man holding up a lantern was shouting in some unintelligible language. Some men were hauling at the ropes, yelping in choruses. Others ran about the decks as though panic-strickin all there might have been some twelve or thirteen men visible-ithat ship. (To be continued.) s, the-scen- h d full-rigge- "Let me go; It Is my duty," young Green was about to do, she came forward, a world of wonder and horror and pleading in her eyes that were larger and darker than usual as they met the steady blue ones above her. "Do not go, she said, slowly, as though the words would not come. Let me go; it is my duty; but you you must not risk your life for him. He replied hurriedly. There was ty swift flashing smile In his they met hers. It was pleasant that she cared for his safety, answered her with a swift, brave smile. He spoke to the men cheerily, but clearly and concisely; he told them to hold hard and mind their work. They were ready, and obeyed him at once, and without words. As he turned to let himself down over the edge he looked toward Dolores. She was standing apart from them white and silent, her slender, graceful figure in its homely print gown sharply defined against the drooping pine boughs that swung low down; her brown eyes were on him with a great wonder in their depths. At the time he did not understand, but he smiled at ber, and the smile was so grave and tender and steady that it seemed to her afterward when she thought of it that he had spoken. She neither moved nor spoke; he believed that she did not see him though her eyes were on him till he disappeared over the edge, the rope making a dull whir through the grass that stifled all thought in her mind but the possibility of danger to him. (To be continued.) Source of Nervous Impulse. The theory of Loeb and Matthews that the nervous impulse, although it brings in electricity, is far from regarding toe transmission of that Impulse as identical with a simple eleo-trlccurrent In a medical Journal, Dr. O'Brien advocates the oM theory that nervous current and electrical current are identical, because, first, electricity is always present when nerves act; second, electricity is the form of lores which would do the work required; third, because the terminal and central mechanisms connected with the nerves correspond to the terminal and central mechanisms connected with electrical system of communication, and do similar work in sending, receiving, relaying, switching. transforming, accumulating, retarding, distributing and translating impressions, and. fourth, because with such construction of conductors and of terminal mechanisms, is the only form of forco we know of that would do all the work required. al eleo-tricit- y, Vital Statistics of London. Greater London, which Includes all the suburbs, has a population of 6,681c 372, an Increase of just under 1,000,000 "Father! Father!" The bird of death overhead flapped in ten years, more than half of which his heavy wings and uttered a fierce occurred in the outer ring. At the twenty, twenty-on- s cry as a panther might that has lost ages of nineteen, and twenty-fivto thin Its young. They waited and listened; to twenty-five- , no sound disturbed the hush of the ty, there are more than twice as many mountain's heart save the echoes females i.s males. It Is pointed out in fainting farther and farther' into the considering the excess of females over males, account must be taken of ths mysterious depths below. large number of female domestic servFather! Father! "Ke did uot hear, said Dolores, ants who aro brought Into LonSon quietly. "Or perhaps he cannot an- from the country. London has 2S4c 398 female servants, and only 15,425 swer. I will call again. That he was there she did not men servants. London has less childoubt; whether dead or alive she dren than it has had for many years, would find him; she believed that, toot but it has more people over forty-fiv- e She placed her hands to her mouth, than ever before. e f. Collier. CHAPTER V Continued, "Lee bow!" came down the answer, ragged with the wind, as the man, panting, made for the crosstrees. When the brig scared to the height of the white-headesea, the sail was visible in the glass. Pope looked and saw three spires rocking solemnly. A d ship was sailing southwest hull down, and Captain Pope called to the wheel: "Let her go off a couple of points. Weather braces, Mr. Crystal! well take a look at that gentlemen." Sail was trimmed; the brig rushed with each heave, rearing white into the green and freckled hollows. She left a path as brilliant as sunshine astern, and Crystal, watching the men drag upon the braces, marveled to himself that Pope should dream of doing business In the English channeL But the truth Is, Pope had come to sea ill equipped in his lazaretto, by which I mean he was very meanly supplied wltn stores. Fresh water he had taken in in abundance, but not vpry much to eat for the cabin or the forecastle. He had therefore resolved that he would fill his larder as he went alorg by helping himself from the holds of vessels he passed or overhauled. This was quite consistent with the traditions of the pirates, and in sober truth Pope could not have determined otherwise, for after he bad paid Staunton four hundred pounds cash and the bills, and advanced money to his sailors, purchased powder, rum and so on, the proceeds from the salo of the plate had dwindled alarmingly, and he was short of money when ke began to think of pro- V awo-struc- Ida find him "Father! Father!" The vulture whirred descended a flight of steps, from the lowest of which he sprang out t- he deck or platform where his salloiS an "Were not bound to the Bay ol Campeachy to trade thence with the West Indies, but to plunder ships and enrich ourselves, so that we may disperse and settle down and live like gentlemen on our means. In a word. he shouted, flourishing his cigar, "were a pirate!" He ceased at this, running his eyes over the people among whom there was a considerable stir. Indicative of s variety of sensations and passions. A seaman shouted, "So much the better." Another, "Ha yer guns enough?" Ard another. What was the good that roasting He about Campeachy? Id ha been right to hear the truth." of at which phrase there arose a murmur that lighted up Captain Pope's face. "I understood you was a letter of marque, cap'n, said the boatswain Grlndal, who stood a little forward ol the others. "Not that it matters well-turne- d though." "Were a pirate; all of you know what that means. I am a man of few words; this is what I stand here to say, said Pope, planting himself firmly on outstretched legs, "the terms are half the plunder for the crew and the brig herself when Ive gone ashore and got enough. If we take ten thousand pounds out of a ship, five thousand is divided among you. Is that But whos going to good enough? stop at ten thousand pounds provided you're willing and prove yourselves men. He paused at this, and a loud hum of assent went up. Captain Crystal, gazing anxiously, saw very easily visions. that the hands were willing. No murThe vessel they had altered their mur or curse of resentment was audicourse for held on very stately and ble as though the fellows had been tall, an English East Indlaman, and duped. But in sober truth the majorone of the finest specimens of her ity bad shipped with a clear concepnoble kind. tion that something more was meant It had been Imagined by the crew by this cruise than Campeachy and the when the brigs course was altered West Indies. half-drunke- were-flattere- h the-wlnd- s o He drank their health. for the ahlp behind the sea that someinthing in the buccaneering way was who all of most The eager tended. glanced aft, the most expectant in expression, was the boatswain. Happening to come near Captain Pope when sail was again being trimmed after the brig had been brought to ber course, he said, "Had you meant to speak her. sir? Shes a fine vessel. Ill allow" here he swore "that there's specie enough in her to sink us by a strake." Pope answered the boatswain GrlnThere may be gold in her dal thus to sink us by a stroke as you say; but our men are undisciplined; they are but thirty, and you may swear she's a full ship, and I have yet to find out that all hands of us will be willing to plunder her." Grlndal turned his evil eyes over the decks and answered. "I think youll find em- all willin. Wheres the risk? We've a letter of marque, aint we. sir?" "Now you shall hear the truth presently," exclaimed Pope sternly, with that strong air of command and power which rarely failed him when he dealt with seamen; and he gave Grlndal an order which dispatched him forward. Pope took some time to rehearse and make up his mind, and frequently stole a glance at the men. By this hour it was drawing on to four oclock; the weather had improved. It still blew a fine sailing breeze, but the dingy thickness had been blown out of the sky. Mr. Crystal (he mistered his friend In times of duty in the hearing of the men; there could not be two captains), tell the boatswain to pipe the whole ship's company aft." In a few minutes all hands had asa forsembled upon the main-decmidable crowd, as they swayed in attire their varied, wild, romantic with the heave of the plank. Ive called you aft, my lads. said Pope with a look round, "to explain the nature of this cruise. I am a gentleman of fortune; my friend, Captain Crystal, who is your chief mate, rows in the same boat, so does every mothers son of you." At this a colored man's wondering face broke Into a grin k CHAPTER VI. The Collision. The Gypsy was now a pirate, recognized as such by her crew, with a r black flag in her ready color-locke- for hoisting when occasion required. And when Captain Pope ordered his men to reassemble on the main-decit was more with a view to holding a council than to making speeches. First he told them he had put to sea so with provisions that in a week they must be in want; their immediate business therefore was to plunder a ship for food and drink. He stated that he had a sufficiency of powder and shot; more was always to be obtained by plundering small vessels. Next day, he said, the arms-chest-s would be brought on deck, and the crew drilled by Mr. Crystal and Matthew Grlndal in the exercise of the cutlass and the cannon. "Theres few of us as wants drilling. broke In a harsh voice; "you lay us alongside, well know what to da Captain Pope received this interruption very affably. He then informed the men that he had obtained private but certain Instructions from a friend of his who had been his ship-mat-s in a privateer in 1814, of the dispatch of a rich Spanish ship from Cadis for the Manillas. He named the date of her sallipg, and said that it was his Intention to cruise in the path of her course until he fell in with her. At this piece of news the seamen gave another loud cheer. Thus he detained his men while he communicated his Intentions, and listened to their opinions, which most frequently took the form of huzzas, till it grew as dark as night, whereupon they lighted lanterns, that the crew might be divided into watches; and while this was doing Pope sung out to his servant to fill a bucket of rum and bring it on deck, and give it to the men that they might make themselves punch in abundance, It was now the second dog watch very dark but clear and finely The light of the lanterns sat like a square of luminous fog in the yawn of the main batch, toward which Captain Pope advanced. He looked down, then seeing Crystal pass out of the companion-way- , hs put his log over span-gled- en; n Lesson the Biehop Needed. Bishop Nicholson of Milwaukee has a story of personal experience to tell to those who seem swamped in worries. It happened during the first years of his ministry, when he was rector of a Philadelphia church. Ths parish matters, social and financial, were in a bad way, and straightening them out was slow work. He was distinctly discouraged one day when, having gone to New York on business, he stopped to look at the Brooklyn bridge, then building. A man, covered with dirt, was working on the abuU ments. "Thats pretty dirty work you are engaged in, said the bishop. "Well, yes, answered the laborer, but somehow we dont think of ths dirt, but of the beauty which Is to come out of our work." "It was the lesson I needed, and X went back to Philadelphia the better for it," said Bishop Nicholson. Journal. e Easily Explained. John Campbell, ot the City Temple. London, faced the densely packed throng of clergymen of three denominations assembled Monday noon at the Presbyterian building to do him honor, he turned to Dr. Bradford, who was about to present him, and salt, in an undertone: "How In the world do yon account for such a multitude ot preachers?" "Easy enough to explain it," was the answer. Tho Campbells are cornin'." "Only an American would put It as prettily aa that." was the famous Brtt Isher's response. New York Mod aaf Express. As Dr. Reginald |
