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CHAPTER IX.—CONTINUED. "jia, le scarce Francois!" exda imetiLeontine, who had, in the meantime, attached the deserted boat to the lugger's stern. "Ha, le miserable!" she cried ''this is a return for lovei''

Two or three shots were now fired by the French crew, but without other results than t« alarm the ship of war the drum beat to quarters, lights were seen at her ports, a tremendous flash was accompanied by the report of a cannon as she fired an alarm-gun this was quickly answered by a shot from a battery above the town.

The bells of the church and the prison rang wildly, as shot after aho' was iircd from the battery, and the alarm spread like wild-fire throughout the port.

In the mean time, while the fight had boon hot upon the Polly's decks, Captain Dupuis, who had been asleep 'jirhen the vessel was first, boarded, now rushed up from the cabin, and, meeting Paul, he tired a pistol within a few feet of his

chest

A terrible crash almost immediately followed the shot, and the rope that, attached the boat to the stern of the lugger suddenly dangled loosely in the water, as the shot had dashed the boat to atoms fortunately the Polly had just passed the fatal line of fire. Another wild "Hurrah!" replied to the unsuccessful gun, as the lugger, released from the boat's weight, seemed to fly still quicker through the water. "Take the helm for a moment," said Dick to a sailor by his side, and running amidships he called upon Paul: "Give a hand, captain, and well get the Long Tom round

In an instant Paul put his powerful shou'der to the long six-pounder *.hat worked on a pivot, and together, with joint exertions, thev trained the gun upon the stern windows of the corvette. Dick Ston". had just beforehand lighted his pipe when standing at the helm, and as the long gun bore upon its object, he suddeuly pushed Paul upon one side and emptied his fiery bowl upon the touch hole. Dang! wont the gun, as the six pound shot crashed through the and rak-

cabin windows of the corvette through the various bulkheads, Ing her from stem to stern. "Hurrah!" again shouted the crew, who like true British sailors were readv for niy fight without reckoning the odds when once the cannon began to speak, while Paul and several men sponged and reloaded the long gun,as the corvette had lowered several boats to give chase. •'Hurrah for tho saucy Polly!" shouted Paul, as he and Dick now trained the gun upon the leading boat: but at that, moment they turned the sharp headland of the rocky island, and both the corvette and her boats were obscured from their view.

alarm guns could still be heard in the distance. Three Frenchmen had been killed in the fight, and their bodies, which now lay on deck, were thrown overboard two were prisoner* down below: the remainder

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at that moment Paul was in the act of raising his musket and the ball lodged within the tough walnut stock the next instant the weapon fell with a crash upon Dupuis' skull, who reeled backward, and, stumbling

against the low bulwarks, he fell course N. N. E overboard and sank. I While Paul and Dick Stone were Dick Stone, with his musket in one-

fcantl,that he had not yet discharged,

the crew had

escaped by jumping overio*rd, with wind, now bounded forward like the •xception of the treacherous Cap-1 gray hound slipped from the leash,

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tain Dupuis, who had sunk when knocked down by Paui. Dick Stone was now at the helm his pipe was well alight and could his features have been distinguished in the dark, they would have been seen to wear an unusually cheerful expression as he said to Paul, "It woulnn't have been purlite of us to leave the Mounseers without a salute and without my pipe we couldn't have "fired the gun. It's a wonderful thing is a pipe! Ain't it, captain?"' "Nor' nor' east is the course,Dick," replied Paul, who was at that momeat thinking of his wife, and the happiness it would be to meet her on the following day at, the same time he was anxious lest an misfortune should have occurred during his long absence. "Nor nor' east it is, captain," replied Dick with a sailor's promptitude, "but I can't help larfing when I think of Captain Doopwee, who has put a cargo on board the Polly all for nothing, and has got knocked on the head into the bargain. Well, sarve him right, sarve him right," continued Dick, musingly "he was a very purlite varmint—too purlite to be honest, by a long chalk." After this curt biographical memoir of the late Captain Dupuis, Dick Stone applied himself to* his pipe^ and kept

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toward the bows of the lugger, fol she fell asleep lowing them up with the bayonet. ISany of the French jumped overboard. calling loudly to the man-of-war for assistance, and those down belew were already helpless, as the companion ladder was guarded by two armed men. The surprise was compiete Leontine had hauled her boat alongside, and had climbed on board: the cable was cut and the sails were let loose, but the danger had iucreased. The French crew who had jumped overboard called to the corvette to fire and sink the lugger. This they had hitherto been afraid to do, as toeir own countrymen were on board. A blue light was now burnt upon the deck of the corvette, and distinctly illumined the sceue just as the sails of the Polly filled, as her head turned from the severed cable and she met the full i'orce of the gale from the the shore. Iu an ins-taut she leant over, and as the water rippled from her bows and the boom was slacked off she started like a wild duck frightened from its nest. "Hurrah! hurrah! hurrah!" rang three hearty British cheers as the •clipper lugger glided rapidly through the dark water and passed the terrible broadside of the corvette withan fifty or sixty .yards. But hardly had the Poliy cleared the deadly row of guns, when, a flash! and the shock seemed to sweep her deck as the dense smoke rolled across her in the midst of the roar of a twenty-four pounder, fired from tho last gun of 4he tier.

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CHAPTER X.

At daybreak, on the following morning, the gale that had moderated during the last hour, suddenly changed its quarter, and, chopping round, it blew directly from the north. The lugger had run at such speed throughout the night that the high cliffs of Cornwall were now distinctly visible and Paul, who had not yet slept, felt the bitterness of disappointment as the head wiud now checked their way, and the Polly, instead of rushing swiftly toward home, was forced to tack. Dick Stone had steered so carefully that he had exactly made the right point, and shotly after sunrise Paul's heart beat doubly quick as he described, with the telescope, a speck in tho distance which he knew to be his white cottage on the cliff. The time went wearily, as the lugger, closehauled to tho wind, made each successive tack, but the cottage grew larger as they gradually approached, and Paul fancied that perhaps his wife might by this time have descried the well-known Polly, and that she would be waiting to receive him with joy upon his arrival. "I'll tell you what, captain," claimed Dick Stone, suddenly mustn't forget the cargo if we can run it through it will be a pretty haul, but we must keep a sharp lookout for the revenue cruisers now we are getting near the coast. Wouldn't it be safer to stand off a little and wait till dark.'

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Paul's heart yearned for home, and instead of adopting this cool advice he determined to press on for another hour against the head wind, until they should be within easy distance of the coast, when he would be able to run in and land the cargo after sunset. Accordingly they stood on the same tack, and as the lugger worked well to windward, they gradually near-ed the shore.

Paul's eyes were riveted upon his cottage on the cliff, and he vainly endeavored, with the telescope, to descry some figure on the terrace that might resemble the form of Polly Grey. He could not distinguish more than the dwelling even the terace was invisible in the distance. He now swept the line of the coast carefully with his glass, and presently he fixed upon some object with peculiar attention. "What do you see, captain?" inquired Dick, who had his suspicions. "A cutter bearing down upon us in full sail, with a spanking breeze from the shore," replied Paul, as he lowered his glass. "Then we may make up our minds for another niglit at sea," said Dick. "That's a revenue cutter, I'll be bound and if the wind is fair for her it'll be fair for us when we 'bout ship and the Polly shows them her legs." 'Take the glass. Dick, and try to make her out while I take the helm," said Paul,, saying which he handed the glass to Dick Stone.

For about a minute Dick peered steadily through the glass he then lowered it, and returning the instrument to Paul, he said: "They are steering so as to reach us on our next tack, so we'd better not come upon it, I'm thinking there is no doubt about her: she's a revenue cutter, so the less the Polly sees of her the better. We'd better wear, captain, and we'll run out of sight in an hour nothing can touch the lugger going free."

Tt. was blowing hard, but the water in the bay was perfectly smooth, as the wind was directly of! the shore, and the Polly flew like a racehorse toward the open .sea. In a few minutes she passed the last headland and rushed at foaming speed over the long swell of the Atlan tic. With the gale fairly on her quarter there was nothing that could touch the Polly. There was no fear of a chase, although the heavy booming of the on the quarter he thus hoped to lose

Paul was quite of this opinion, and he decided immediately to alter the course and run S. W. with the wind

sight of the cutter, and should the wiud change he would be able to return and run into Sandy Cove during night. In an instant the order t\ as obeyed, and the Polly, that had been thrashing the crest of the waves tos she had been pressed close to the

In less than an hour the coast of Cornwall had disappeared, neither could a trace be discovered of the revenue cutter nevertheless Paul thought it advisable to eontinue on the same course, as the cutter might be still in chase. Accordingly the Pollv was kept running toward the S. VP. until about 3 o'clock p. m. At this time the wind slackened, and then came puffs from various directions the sails constantly flapped, and in expectation of a change Paul determined to lie to. The Polly now rode easily with her sails trimmed so as to keep her head to the sea.

She had been lying for about half an hour in this position, awaiting a change of wind that would enable her to turn to the north and perhaps reach Sandy Cove during the night, when a vessel was observed in the distance with a fair breeze from the southwest she was coming along at a rapid pace and had the advantage of the approaching southwest wind that had not yet reached the Polly. She was quickly made out to be a schooner of about one hundred and forty tons, and she neared the Polly to within a mile before the latter felt the breeze. "That's a nice looking schooner," said Paul, "and she has the Union Jack at he peak what kind of a craft can she be?" "Well," said Dick, "she's a pretty, smart looking thing as ever 1 saw painted all black raking masts and the biggest mainsail for her size that ever I set eyes on. She ain't a revenue cruiser, anyhow, and she ain't a man-of-war but she looks too trim for a merchantman I'm blessed if I know what she is," said Dick, as he gave the helm to a sailor and lighted his pipe, while he kept his eyes fixed on her. "I can't see a man on board," said Paul, who had been watching the fast-opproaching ship with the telescope "but get the decks cleared, and have some cartridges ready for the Long Tom, and a match lighted we may just as well be prepared. Call the men on deck, and let all be ready for action in case of necessity."

Dick left the helm to a sailor, and in ten minutes' time the entire crew of the Polly were on deck the long gun was already loaded, and many rounds of amunition were stowed in readiness in a large chest. The men were at their places around the gun, while the remaining portion of the crew were thoroughly armed. Paul had stuck a brace of pistols in his belt, while a sharp cutlass lay near at hand. The breeze now reached the Polly in its full strength, but the suspicious schooner was within half a mile, and was sailing at a rate that would test the best powers of the lugger. "1 don't like the look of her," said Paul "we have the breeze now, and we may as well let the Polly take care of herself."

In an instant the lugger came round to the wind, and in a few moments she was hurrying along at full speed toward the English coast, with the British flag at the mizzen. Hardly had the Polly altered her course than the Union Jack on board the schooner was run down and the French tricolor was seen flying in its place. This change was effected with great rapidity, and at tho same time a dense puff of smoke from her bows was followed by the roar of a shot that flew above the masts of the Polly and plunged into the sea some hundred yards ahead. "That's purliteness!" said Dick Stone "that's the Mounseer's way of saying boong joor. I suspected this ali along, but the Polly knows a word or two of French as well as she does suppose we send the mounseer a message."

Paul had alrdy taken his stand by the long gun, which he now trained carefully upon the pursuing vessel. "Now, Dick," said he. "give the Frenchman a steady shot well into the rigging, and try to break one of his wings."

Dick squinted along the gun, and presently, as the Polly steadied herself before the wind, he touched the priming with the match. The brass gun rang with a loud report. All eyes watched eagerly for the effect as the strong breeze cleared the smoke forward, in about two seconds the top-gallant mast of the schooner was seen to fall in two pieces, which dangled loosely in the rigging. "Well done, Dick," said Paul "load away, my lads, and let me try my hand." "That's my answer to the Frenchman," who now puffed at his pipe. "Yer see, he very purlitely said in French' 'Bong joor, so I says, 'Very well, I thank you komprenny, Mounseer?"

Dick Stone had hardly finished his sentence when a cloud of smoke shot from the schooner's bows as she fired a gun, and presently the ball struck the water within a few yards of the lugger, dashing the spray upon her deck. pc "They have the range now," said Paul, as he sighted the gun with extreme caution, and quickly applied the match. A loud hurrah burst from the crew of the Polly as the schooner's foretopmast suddenly broke off, in about its length, and was carried overboard by the force of the gale, as the shot struck fairly through its centre. 'That's 'Bong swore' to the Monseerl" exclaimed Dick "we'll now leave 'em to mend their stick as well as their manners." At this moment another puff of smoke dashed from the schooner's bows the gun was fired almost at the same instant that the foretopmast came down, and, as the French had obtained the exact range by the preceeding shots, the ball came screaming through the air with fatal precision, and striking the mizzen-mast of the Polly, about ten feet above the deck, it out it off like

a carrot, and then passed througb tfaj both the lug sails, and ricoclited ca along the sea. The spanker, together with the sail and a portion of the mast, fell overboard, and .at once checked the Polly's way. "Cut all adrift," said Paul, who at the same moment severed several ropes with his cutlass "we can't let them close- Clear away my lads!" and his men with great alacrity hauled upon the sail and cut it

At these words aloud hurrah rose simultaneously from the gallant crew, who at once diyested themselves of their upper clothing and, with pistols in their belts and sharpened cutlasses in their hands, they prepared for the desperate attempt of boarding the French schooner. "Let's ha\e another shot at her before we close," said Dick Stone. "Luff a little," cried Dick to the man at the helm not too much that's it now I've got her." At that moment the gun lired, and the shot once more entered the bows of the schooner. "Too low," said Dick, discontentedly. "Reload and close with her," said Paul. "Fire the gun as we touch her sides, not a moment before and spring upon her decks with me under cover of the smoke."

The schooner was now within a hundred and fifty yards of them, when the Polly luffed suddenly up, but, as her broadside became exposed a shot from the enemy's bowchaser struck her fairly in the forecastle, and passing through the vessel, it killed both the unfortunate French prisoners who were sitting together on the cabin deck. A few moments later, as the schooner came up, the Polly luffed sharp up and ran as though attempting to cross her bows,

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The manoeuvre of the Polly had been so sudden and unexpected, and the shock of the gun fired against the schooner's side was so great, that her crew were taken almost by surprise as Paul's powerful form appeared for an instant upon the bulwarks, and quickly discharging a pistol, which killed the first man opposed to him, he leapt upon the deck, sword in hand, and without reckoning the fearful odds he slashed right and left in all directions. Before the French crew had recovered from their surprise, Paul had cut down three men and wounded a fourth. Dick Stone was the first to support him and discharging a pistol with extreme coolness at the only man that he saw in uniform, he killed the captain of the privateer almost as soon as he set foot upon her deck dashing his empty pistol into the face of a sailor, which sent him staggering backward, he then rushed into the fight with his cutlass. Three of the Polly's men jumped upon deck almost at the same instant and had the entire crew been able to board, as originally intended, although the schooner's crew consisted of forty men, it would have been impossible to deny that the Polly might have had a chance of success. Unfortunately, as the crew were endeavoring to follow their impetuous leader, cue of the French sailors fired a carronade through the very port before which they swarmed up her sides. This sudden explosion killed two men and not only blew several others back upon the folly's deck,but burst

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the spanker, allowing the wreck to float astern. In the meantime the schooner had likewise cleared herself, and she evidently gained upon the lugger,which severely felt the loss, of her mizzenmast. Once more Paul fired the long gun, and the shot passed through the schooner's foresail, doing no serious damage. Again the smoke issued from the schooner's bows, which had now decreased her distance to about six hundred yards, and luckily the shot flew too high, and missed its aim but after a running fight of about a quarter of an hour, during which the Polly hulled her adversary twice, there could be no doubt that unless some lucky shot should cripple the schooner's speed, she would shortly succeed in bringing the Polly to close action,in which case there would be little chance for the lugger against so powerful

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enemy as the Fi'ench privateer of six carronades and one long sixpounded bow-cliaser. During this time the brave but helpless Leontine lay in the cabin utterly unable to stand the misery of sea sickness had quenched a spirit that nothing on land could have subdued.

There was an expression of stern determination on Paul's face as he once more fire the gun, and the shot crashed into the boys of the schooner, that was now three hundred yards away. Paul threw off his coat and waistcoat, and turning up his shirt sleeves close to the shoulders, he exposed a pair of arms with the muscles of Hercules he then clutohed his cutlass in his right hand, and whispered to Dick Stone^ who prepared himself in the same manner for the struggle.

Paul turned to his men and said in a loud, clear voice, "Now, my lads, the Polly, has lost a leg, and it's of no use trying to run. Let those who would like to return to a French prison lay down their arms at once but those who are men follow me and rush on board the schooner as she closes. Leave one man at the helm, and fourteen fine fellows like yourselves will clear the Frenchman's decks in five minutes. Three cheers for the Polly and Old England!"

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The Polly, utterly disabled, now drifted away before the Wind, and parted from the schooner with only tive able men on board five men were fighting like bull dogs on the schooner, while two men were killed by the shot, and three badly wounded by the explosion. In the meantime, a sailor at the schooner's masthead descried a large vessel bearing down upon them in full sail, and he immediately gave the alarm.

In the heat of the fight, surrounded by tremendous odds, Paul had, by his immense strength, beaten back all who opposed him he had fired both his pistols with fatal effect, and, although wounded in several places, he fought with undiminished vigor, well seconded by Dick Stone, and the only survivor of the three gallant fellows who had followed them on board the others had fallen. Dashing his way through the opposing crew, he reached the quarter deck, and, felling with a blow of his left hand a man who stood upon the step of the raised deck, he quickly seized the stock of an immense ship's blunderbuss that was fixed by a pivot on the quarter dock rail. "Stand clear!" he shouted as Dick fought his way to the spot but at the same moment Paul saw the last of his men shot through the head and fall. He hesitated no longer, and turning the heavy blunderbuss upon its pivot he fired it into the crowd on the main deck, only a few feet distant. About twenty bullets crashed from this oue discharge into the middle of the enemy, and they fell like birds from a flock—some killed and several badly wounded. Had the Polly's entire crew now been on deck one gallant charge would have won the day, but Paul was alone Dick Stone had just fallen to a shot fired from the maintop. (xo

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A Blood-Sweating Kangaroo. London Daily News. On a casual inspection the "red kangaroo" at the zoological gardens appears to be a perfectly average kangaroo. Its reddish coat alone distinguishes it from the common variety, which is exhibited in an adjoining cage. It possesses, however, a very curious peculiarity, not easily made out while the animal is aiive. On the throat of the male, at any rate, the hair is stained of a crimson color, suggestive of a serious disagreement with his fellowprisoner. This crimson stain is, however, not due to any wound, but is caused by a substance secreted from the skin. It is curiously analogous to the blood red "sweat" of the hippopotamus, and is not any more easily explicable. Why both these creatures, so widelv separated in the scale of life, should produce, apparently perfectly gratuitously, a similar crimson dye is hard to understand, unless indeed this natural rougeing is as attractive to the opposite sex as the artificial kind is supposed to be in our species.

Iron Sheets Thinner Than Paper. Philadelphia Press. A competition has for a long time past been carried on among the English ironmasters as to the degree of thinness to which cold iron could be rolled. In one case the sheets have been rolled to an average thickness or thinness of the eighteen hundredth part of an inch—in other words, eighteen hundred sheets of this iron, piled one upon another, would measure only one inch in thick ness.

And this marvelous fineness cf work mar be more readily understood when the fact is borne in mind that the great number of twelve hundred sheets of the thinnest tissue paper measures a slight fraction over an inch. It also appears that these wonderful iron sheets were perfectly smooth and easy to write upon, notwithstanding the fact of their being porous when held up in a strong light.

A Trick for Sportsmen.

St. Lou's Globe Democrat.

"If I were a gambling man I could win lots of money on my ability to shoot a hole through a four-inch pine plank with ordinary bird shot," said B. L. Houston, of Fort Wayne, Ind., at the Laclede. The way to do it is this: Take a blank cartridge and load it yourself, putting the powder in first, of cours'e. Then on top of this powder place your wad and ram it down well. Put in a second wad, but be careful to leave a slight space between the two. Then pour in your shot and fill the remaining end of the shell with damp paper. Now with a keen blade cut around the shell just between the two wads, and when you blaze away at the four-inch plank you will discover to your surprise that your load shot a hole through the board. In no other way can shot be made to penetrate so thick a plank."

Used to Rough Passages.

Kansas City Times.

Charley Whittier, the local ticket agent of the Union Pacific, tells this story: "I was on a steamer crossing the Atlantic from Europe a while back, and nearly everybody on board was seasick. The most notable exception to the rule was a big red-faced fellow who sauntered about the promenade deck without showing the slightest inconvenience from the ship's motion. I crawled meekly up to him and asked how it happened that he took things so easy while all tho rest of us were tugging at our very boots. I asked him what he took to keep his stomach normal. He said: "Oh, that's easy enough. I was a conductor on the P. D. Qv B. railroad for twenty years,*'

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SECOND LETTER.

DEAR DOCTOR: I take great pleasure in answering your letter which 1 received today. You say "you would like to publish? my testimonial in your Guide to Health for awhile." I have no objections at all. for I want to do all in my power for afflicted humanity. I send by this mail a lot of the?, gravel(about one-half of what I saved) that Swamp-Hoot dissolved and expelled.

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Too Much Plowing.

It is possible that we use the plow & more than we need and more tha^ we ought, says a writer in the Omaha World. Many have become convinced that such is the case. Twenty years ago the advocates of sub-soilitiff and deep plowing were in the majority. Then many market gardeners spaded their land because a plow did not go deep enough. Now not a few who raise onions do not plow their land, but simply scratch the surface with a harrow or raue. I'eter Henderson, an authority on gardening, advocates "firming.soil" to insure tut germination of small seed and tho growth

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they would properly plow their ground- But persons have recently discovered that these primitive farmers have all the time been pursuing the right course.

That very light and ratidy land haa been plowed too often and too deep is now generally admitted. It needs to bo rendered move firm, but tho use ol the plow renders it more loose. On the light land in Kansas and Nebraska good crops of corn are raised when thi seed is put in by means of the imple- -1 ment known as the "lister." It is simply a machine for planting corn on land that has nOt recently beon plowed. If the roots and butts of corn did not interfere wit"h the use of a haiTOw and grain drill there would be no_ occasion for plowing most corn fields before sowing oals. If tho soil contains much clay j.nd his become compact it should bo plowed, but if. il is light and sandy a piow

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