Indiana State Sentinel, Volume 35, Number 22, Indianapolis, Marion County, 17 July 1889 — Page 6

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THE INDIANA STATE SENTINEL. WEDNESDAY, JULY 17. 15S9.

"HIGH EXPLOSIVES." Overland Monthly.) The steamer Santa Inez left Fan Francisco on her last voyage on tho 15th of December, 18 . I went aboard at 0 a. m., and about a quarter of an hour afterward we cot under way, and soon passed Fort To'int and cropeed tho bar, bound for an Diego. The water was quite rou;'h on the bar, and many of tho pafwentrcrs 6oupht . tho seclusion of their staterooms, not emerging ajrain until after noon, io for a time I had the dtck alraont to mvself, and walked up and down, gazing at the Cliff bouse on its rock by the sea. and afterward at the rugged Californian coa.st. that loomed somewhat hazily on our port lenm. A man of fituoping figure and eingularly pale, unhealthy complexion occupied ono of the Feats on deck. A rsmall black Mhel hnngfrom his shoulder by a strap. He was reading a hook, which he held with trembling hands. I looked at him with forae curiosity, and at last, happening to fin! bis lack-luster eyes fixed upon me, I addressed him. With a swift, almost stealthy, movement be nhut the book and thrust it in an inside j-ocket of his coat, but not before I had caught a fclimps of theptrange text, which I thought wa.s (Ireek. He roso in a quick, nervous way arvl replied to my remark in Tngüsh, but slowly and with difficulty. Tie then asked ruu it I s-poko Trench, and pee med gratified at mv answer. "With your permission," he said, "I will walk w ith vou. This breeze is rather cold."' We walked for some time, but he seemed taciturn, and had nt an occafcional sentence, pointed and intelligent, fallen from his lips, I should have considrred him a dull companion. The passengers now beenn to reappear, with various degrees of discomfort expressed in look or toQe, for the toa was rather heavy. A portly gentleman in Mack broadcloth and ft rilk hat passed us, looking at us with cold, cusftre eyes. His lips were thin and firmly cot, and his iron-gray w hiskers were trimmed in a severe, business-like fashion. Ho went forward nod engaged in conversation with the captain. A dark-comp'.cxioned young roan, evidently a mechanic on a journey, stood at the rail smoking a cigarette and glancing occasionally at the austere gentleman and the captain. Two or three middleazed men were talking loudly about grapevines, olives and oranges, despite the bleak whistüng of the ocean win i. A few Chinamen appeared from the murky rf cion of the steerage and reeled dizzily about on the forward deck, holding their hats on and catv hing hold of things about Thcnj. Some unhappy ladies were sitting in the cabin, or, as it was ironically termed, ''Social Ilali" an apartment reither law or luxuriously furnished on the Santa Inez, and on the present occasion showing no tynaptoms of sociability. My companion seemed to take no notice of these people. lie cazed at the deck and walked with his hands clasped behind him. "Are you never seasick ?" I asked. "No," he replied. "Vou, too, seem to escape." "es; mv father was a sea captain, and I suppose 1 inherit his immunity," I paid. But mv -companion did not perceive my clumsy little joke. He remarked tha"t that was a very t-ingular thing and worthy cf investigation. "My father was" he paused, and I listened "not." he added slowly, 'and j et I never sutler from mal de mer." We turned and walked forward again and met the captain, whom I knew. The austere gentleman was now perusing a newspaper on the lee side ot the deck. "L'o you know that man?" paid the captain to tr.e. "I do not," I replied. "He owns 5,000 miles of railroad, more or less, and this lino of steamers, besides a small kingdom in land, and coin enough to load the anta Inez to the guards. About C0.0OO of his employes are out on a etrike cow." that really Elijah Q. Hurrel! ?" "That's the "man," said the captain. Then he looked sharply at my singular companion, w ho was gazing listlessly scalar. "What is your opinion of the ttrike, captain?" I asked. '"Do you think the demands ot the men are just?" 'T don't pretend to judge the case," he said. "I will sav just this: Civil war is a bad thing. The workmen will tako all they can get, and there is not a wealthy employer in the country but fully understands the vast difference between a dollar and 99 cents." The bronzed captain half closed his eyes and nodded, and then hurried away, for the wind was piping up t shrilly, and the waves began to bullet tho anta Inez rudely. "I love this gracious wind, and the motion of the vessel is soothing to me," said my companion, when 1 sugzested that tne shelter of the cabin would be agreeable. '"ot many on board will share your feeliag, I fear," I said. "This breeze is a southeaster, and at this season it sometimes means trouble." As he did not answer. I left him etill gazing out to sea; hut when I reached the cabin door I looked back ami saw him holding his book with trccihling hands and reading intently. I picked out a corner of the cabin where the ci05t light entered, inttndir.fr to read a work on hiah explosives which I was to riw for a weekly journal. The cushions fif the sctteea were covered with crimson and white striped lintii, ami were divided into convenient scats by curve! rods of iron covered with m.froon plush very reassuring to grasp when a Lugo wave dandied tfcs eU:aruer ; at leat soseii:ed to think the dainty little lady who sat opposite me across the cabin. I (hand my mind about readintr; there was really no hurrj. Mr. Elijah I. (jurrell eHt beside her, and a wonderful change had come over his face. A look of allection bhonc in his eves, and his severe lips were relaxed in a ernile. She wag not raoro than sixteen. Jler eyes were very beautiful clear, pure and deep, like pellucid corns irradiated with the li;htof a soul. .She seemed to be asking her father if there was danger, and, upon, being reassured, snuggled down at bis side with her head against hid coat," and his arm about her. I could not but look with reflecting curiositv on this great money king in bis paternal aspe t. I felt that tho little vouthfu! maiden whom he clasped m affectionately was more to him than all his gold. Just then the captain sat down beside Tne, before I had noticed his entrance. "Are we going to have a rough night?" I aked in a low voice. "Ob, no," he replied; "nothing bad. Say, who is that man you were walking with on deck ?" "Haven't the slightest idea. He sneaks French bat intimates that h is not a Frenchman. I never paw him until today.." "Ah, I thought yon knew him." The captain soon hurried away again, and I had my doubt about his assertions regarding the weather, for the wind seemed to increase and the tea became rougher. Just before dinner I took another turn oa deck, and in a few minutes I discovered my eccentric friend of the day on thj le of the pilot-house, talking to a Chinaman in his own tongue. I b?aa to have a dsep respect for the linguistic acquirements of the gentleman, and, like tbe captain, was inclined to wonder who and what he was. II had not been

nearly so communicative with m as h" now seemed to be with the satlron-hued Mongolian. I soon descended to the dining-saloon, whither the brazen clatter of the bell had summoned tho passengers. Mr. (Jurrell and his daughter left the table before I did. The dark-faced young man, whom I had set down as a mechanic on his travels, sat opposiw me, and soon became communicative. His name was Collins. "Do you know who that is?" he asked, leaning forward and nodding mvptcnously toward the retiring figure of Mr. (iurrell. "I saw liini fur tho lirst time to-day, but his name has been familiar to mo for some years." 1 replied. "I know him," said Collins, "though I don't mippose lie knows mo from Adam. I've worked in his railroad shops four years. We're out on a strike now, and I'm takinga little run while we're waiting. I'm a striker from way back." "Ah! You don't seem much the worse for it?" I ventured. "N'oo-o," ho naid slowly. "I'd a good deal rather lo t work, though. I soon get tired loafing, and a feller spend a good deal, too." It was now dark, and, after remaining a few moments in the cabin, I went on deck to smoke a cicrar. It was quite cloudy, and the wind had not subsided in the least. When my eyes had become a little accustomed to the darkness, I discovered a figure standing at a window gazing into the cabin. Tno rays from the lamp inside soon enabled me to perceive that the person was the strange passenger. He pee med entirelv oblivious of his surroundincs; his whole, being seemed throw n into his eyes. If 1 hsd not conversed with him beforw, I tnizht have suspected ho was slightly otT his mental balance. I made an attempt to attract his attention, but, not succeeding, I addressed him. "Vou seem fond of the deck, monsieur." "His gao remained fixed, but he heard rru, for immediately he said in a tone of intense ihtvrest, almost awe: "Is that a phantom or a living child ?" I stepped forw?rd to the window, and saw Mr. GurrellV daughter sitting alone with clasped hands, and apparently lost in thought; for, unconscious of being observed, she was gazing upward with a look that was really angelic as mortals imaeine celestial things. ""o phantom, but a lovely idol of clay," I replied. "She is, I believe, the daughter of Elijah Q. Gurrell, and I never thought him rich until to-day. Let us take a walk." "No! no!" he said, in a strange, husky voice, without removing bis eyes from the girl, and ho grasped rny arm with a powerful and nervous hand. "Ah !" he said, in tones of indescribable melancholy, "for a moment I imagined that she had come back to me the pure spirit of the one who who died in Itussia. The tone in w hich he spoke the last words was enough to make one shudder. Never had I heard such horror, rage and grief expressed by a human voice. t'p to this moment he had not taken his eyes from the girl, but. like lightniner, his his manner and mood changed. Dropping my arm, he darted his hand frantically into the breast of his coat. I imagined he was about to pluck out a pistol or bit of cold steel, and become felo de ft) on the spot. "ot so. He brought to light a large antique gold watch, and glared at it for a fraction of a second, then thrust it back and flew away toward the stern of the steiiner, as though, possessed by a demon. 1 was considerably surprised and puzzled, and watched my eccentric fellowvoyager with unadulterated curiosity. halfway to the tatlrail ho wheeled and came rushing back like some strange projectile. I believe that I actually took a position of defense. As he passed me he paid something w hich I did not clearly understand. 1 thought it was: "It is too late. Follow me." While he was yet speaking ho vanished through the cabin door. I hurried after him, and entered just in time to see him stoop aud lift Gurrell's daughter in his arms and dash out of the opposite door. I heard die girl's terrified scream as she was borno out into the night, and the door slammed behind them. In the name of nine devils, what tragedy was that madman about to perpetrate? Mr. Gurrell was just coming up the 6tairs from the dining saloon. lie gave an agonized shout, and though I had started in hot pursuit, the father passed tho doorway first. Instinctively we looked overboard, but we saw nothing but the frothing waves and heard nothing but their dashing. Then I became aware of a disturbance at the bow, and we hurried forward in a body for many other passengers had joined us to the narrow space before the pilot-house. The watch on deck were gathered there m an astonished group, ana the light of a lantern fell on the dainty figure of Mies Gurrell, who stood very erect, verv pale and very much frightened. Just before her in the gangway stood the stranze passenger, whom she was entreating to permit her to pass and return to her father. The sailors were beginning to glower dangcrousiy upon him, but he eeemed to take no notice either of them or of the girl. He stood like a bronze man. calmly contemplating the gold watch which ho held in his hand. Mr. Gurrell had just reached him, and had raised a hand to push him rudely aside, when the strange man thrust the w atch in hi? pocked and drew forth a scarf or s-ash ot russet silk, and in an instant wound it round and round the girl's head before t-he could lift a hnger to help herself. "You scoundrel!" tsai.1 Mr. Gurrell fiercely, poizing the etranjrer's arms. The man wheeled pwittly and faced us. With a haughty look he raised his hand, ami paid roldlv and distiuctlv: "Wait." We did not have to wait long. Hardly ba l the words passed his lips when a tremendous explosion fchook tho steamer. It was not so much a heavy sound as a fearfully instantaneous crack that fwmed to split everything into ribbons. I was knocked down and became so deaf that I could hear nothing for some moments. Many thought we had been struck by lightning. I sprang up instantly and saw a number of men lying on tho deck or slow ly rising In their feet, but, strangely enough, Miss (jurrell stood erect engaged in releasing her head from the folds of the scarf. I stepped up to help her, and told her not to bc frightened, and was much startled at rot hearing my own voice. She looked around her in astonishment, and, I think, paid something, which, of course, I could not hear. Then her father took charge of her.

There was an undeniable panic on board, for no one knew exactly w hat had happened, or the extent of tho damage that had been done, but the officers were stationed at all the boats and the people soon became quiet. The captain's stentorian voice was the first sound that revived my stunned hearing, and presently I accompanied him aft to ascertain What damage w e had suffered. We found the stern of the vessel badly shattered, and the water entering in a torrent. Tbe cagtain said she would sink in less than half an hour. We found a few wounded persons among tbe debris in the state-rooms and cabin, but so far as we could ascertain no one was killed. They were taken forward and placed in the boats, and the embarkation then began, with ftrict order and discipline enforced. Therewas.no time to lose, but some fresh water and provisions were placed in each of the four boats, and we made another careful search. for wounded. So there we were in open boats on an

angry ocean at night, and saw tbe green light of the Santa Inez disappear in the sea like a nuencbed 6tar. The palo increased, and the waves rolled high, and the drenching rain poured down, and we wero driven we knew not whither, each boat on a wild way of its own. When the angry dawn broke at last, we could only see more plainly the fierce rush of black cloud masses across the (sky, and the monstrous waves that menaced us? white-maned and bristling. 1 looked to pee who were my companions in distress, for in the hurry of embarking I had not observed who entered tho boat. In the crepuscular light I saw .Mr. Gurrell supporting his daughter, lieside him was the young striker in the act of o florin jf his coat to protect tho palo girl from' the ppray. The boat's crew consisted of the second otlicer, purser and six sailors. Another dark tiguro appeared in the bow, I partly rose to sco who it was, and easily recognized the mysterious pasemrer. His sachcl hungfrom ids shoulder, and he was bending low over his book, w hich ho held with shaking hands. It occurred to me that there was something uncanny about the man. The water became more broken, and the officer seemed very anxious. I had not the least idea where we were, and I doubt if he had. At any rate, we were nil thoroughly startled when a gigantic clilf, scarred and frowning, loomed out of tho mist close at hand. Huge billows burst against it with hollow thunder and new in creamy spray half way to the top. Presently we saw that it was a high, isolated rock, but away to tho left we saw a long sandy shore on which th surf was breaking tremendously, line after line, for half a mile out. The sailors pulled awav frantically to avoid being thrown on the rock, but in escaping that danger w e became more and more, enveloped in the breakers. Every moment we were in imminent peril of shipping a sea that would swamp us. Under these circumstances, the crew wero ordered to pull for a little cove which ao peared between the cliff and the sandy beach. Waiting until an extraordinary roller came along, the sailors gave way vigorously, and wo rode on its crest with great rapidity. Unfortunately, when the wave rolled from beneath us, our boat came down on a pointed rock, which 6tove it irremediably just amidships, and while thus dismally spitted a monstrous billow buried us all in its green bosom. We all wore life-preservers, and so we all came to the surface in various states of preservation. I struck out for tbe beach not far distant, and as we had passed the worst of the surf, and as a current seemed to set in shore at that point, I soon reached the land. Several of tbe sailors were already ashore, and were preparing to aid tbe others, who were struggling in the water. I paw Mr. Gurrell swimming strongly, but heading away from the shore, and a feeling of horror came over me as I failed to re-cccrnizo . among the swimmers the fair head of his daughter. I was about to plunge in again to aid the father in his search, when it occurred to me that the girl might have been carried into the litte cove near by. Iran along tho beach, which curved in sharply and was covered with driftwood. I had gone perhaps about twenty rods, scanning anxiously the troubled waters of the cove w hen a came voice said in French, rShe is safe, monsieur." Turning quickly, I saw Miss Gurrell lying apparently unconscious beside a pile of driftwood, and tho strance passenger kneeling beside her, and evidently trying to restore her. I hurried up to them, but as I approached, the girl sprang un and ran to me, seized my arm, and cried in a frightened voice: "Where is my father ? Tako meto my father. Don't leave me with him." It looked as if she had been feigning insensibility, being horribly afraid of her rescuer. He had already began to gather materials for a tire, and there was a look of desolation on his face. "Come, then," I said, for I believed that Gurrell would not leave the surf until he had found his daughter. "Let us run, for your father is searching for you." I took her hand and we ran along the beach. As I thought, Mr. Gurrell "was still battling with the breakers, but when he caught sight of his child he swam feebly in, and was pulled ashore more dead than alive by Collins and the sailors. All ot our party were now safely ashore, a miserable and half-drowned group. We knew not w hat spot of earth we had been thrown upon. There were but two prominent features in the landscape; one the high rock near which we had landed, and the other a lofty hill, which roso to a rocky pinnacle about half a mile from the beach. We had reason to fear that wo had been thrown upon an island of no great size. A column of blue smoke began to ascend from the cove, and we hurried in that direction to dry our clothing ami warm our bodies, chilled by the water and the piercing wind. A heap of driftwood wtvS blazing cheerfully, but the strange passenger was gone. How he had found means to kindle a tire after such thorough drenching in the 6ea was a mystery

to me. When my clothing was partially dry I left the steaming group at the fire, and set out for the lofty hill to take an observation. The exercise was grateful, and by the time I reached the summit the warm blood was tinsling in my chilled limbs. The wind was now subsiding and the clouds were hrcafcin? away, and it took but a glance from the bleak, storm-beaten pinn cle to aeniro me that we were on a small island. I could eco the entire circumference of beach, for the land eloped away irregularly in every direction from the Fpot where I stood". A brook bordered with stunted willows flowed in a little ravine and emptied into the cove near our fire. While gazing somewhat disconsolately at tho prospect, I suddenly perceived that I was not alone. Beside a rock near by sat thestraneo passenger, reading intently, as usual, lie had contrived to keep the salt water from his fascinating volume, whatever it was. Over his shoulder hung his sachel. I approached him. He at once put up his book, with the same sweet, half-stealthy motion, and turned to ine with something like a smile. "You perceive we aro isolated for the time," said he, "but this hill will bo an excellent point from which to 6ignal passing vessels." "It was n very singular arcident that destroyed the steamer," taid I. "How do you account for it?" "It waa t rrible, indeed," he said, "yet not so very singular in this age. Evidently an explosive substance had teen placed in gome part of the stem of tho vessel. The most singular part of it," he continued slowly, was the way in which I was affected by it. You 'will recollect that Just before the explosion occurred I stood at the cabin looking at the beautiful child in the cabin. Fora moment I gazed upon ber as upon ao angel returned from the shades, tor she is the likeness of one who died in Russia." Again that spasm of rage, horror and anamish wrenched bim. I was touched. Who was it that had died so mournfully in Russia? Wife or r daughter, doubtless. ".My friend, I was impelled to say, although the sentiment was trite and the question a rash one, "we all must die. I)o not yen hope to fee agiin that departed one whom you seem to have loved so dearly?" Ho looked at me w istfullyand said in a husky voice, "Yon do not know yon do not realize how we die in Russia." Dreadful tales of Russian prisons came

to my mindr-dungeons, chains, torture and wretches mad from long captivity. "I was about to tell you my curious experience," he said, returning to his natural manner. "While gazing at the girl, as 1 said, a strange presentiment of danger suddenly came strongly upon me. A powerful impuls'3 either from without or within took complete possession of me, and I acted according to its dictates, fully aware that my reason was dormant for the moment, and not caring to take the responsibility of opposing my will to this mysterious impulse. Perhaps you had doubts of my entire sanity for the moment, liut surely you have known of theso mystic impulses?" "Sometimes cailed emotional insanity?" I suggested. "I do not understand that term," ho said doubtfully ; "hut, ttelieve me, it was not insanity; it was wholly in my power to resist the impulses bad I w ished to do so, in which case you and I and that beautiful girl would have been mangled by tho exploion." "After the explosion took place I had no doubt of your complete sanity," 1 said. "Hut after transporting Miss Gurrell to tho bow so precipitately, you seemeL. to consult your timepiece, and then enveloped her head in your scarf just as the explosion occurred was that also a mvstic impulse V" "l-.xplain it if you can," he said calmly. "All was impulse up to tho moment I turned and told you all to wait. That was .ill I could say," for I felt that something thing would soon happen to giv a sufficient reason fur an act that I had performed blindly. Now listen, and I feel that you w ill not doubt mc. I am a sick man, near to death, whose only happiness is to obtain a moment's release from almost constant pain. I am a Russian by birth. I resided in St. Petersburg for many years, amid (scenes of elegance and wealth, until I was sent to Siberia iur so-ealled political crimes. I toiled for years in deadly' mines, where death set his mark upon me. Men do sometimes escape from that dreadful place, eometimeseastward through Kamtchatka,somotirues southward through China, sometimes downward through hell. If I had strength, I could tell you things that would horrify you; but I dare not think of them. Can you wonder that a shattered being like me should be affected by subtle influences that stronger organizations would not feel? I have been frank with you, and have touched upon a subject very painful to me, because I value the regard of all good men." I left my singular companion and returned to the beech somewhat perplexed. His actions had excited grave suspicions in my mind, yet it was possible that I had wronged him. As I approached the fire, I heard tho authoritative tones of Mr. Gurrell, who waa addressing his officers and sailors. "Iicmember," he was saying, "that you're still in my employ just the same as if you were on loard one of my steamers. I expect to signal a vessel within twentyfour hours. Your pay will go on just the fame, although you may lose some time. So, Mr. Second Oificer, you will set your men at work putting up a cabin on the beach near the tire. Here's a plenty of driftwood you can use, and you can cut a lot of willow brush from the creek yonder to make the roof. Mr. rurser, you will prospect along the beach and the rocks, and see if vou can find anvthing fit to eat." Mr. Gurrell had fully recovered from his struggle in the surf, and his characteristic vi-ror and ability were cropping out. His daughter was sitting on a timber by the fire, looking quite warm and rosy, and prettier than ever, with her long brow n hair falling on her shoulders. Near her was the young striker, who was saying something to her at which she laughed. After giving orders to his men, Mr. Gurrell saw me, and at once took me aside, with a serious look on his face. "You are Ron son by Fairplay Monk', the writer," he said. "I know you by your reputation, although I've never met you before. You have been up the hill yonder. We are on an island, I suppose neither land nor sail in sight, eh? Well, I shall hoist a signal on the peak presently. Io you know what island this is?" "My geography is wholly at fault," I replied. "You are well acquainted with Ivan Sevruea, I believe," he said, with a keen look. "The name is entirely strange to me." "He is that bilious-looking fellow who swam ashore with lone, my daughter, explained Gurrell. "Oh, indeed, I did not know his name," I said. "I never saw bim. until yesterday." "What is your opinion of that explosion?" asked Gurrell, bluntly. "I'm rather at a loss for an opinion," I replied. I then related to him the explanation of Sevruga had given me of his singular behavior at the time of the disaster. Gurrell looked incredulous and said: "It's all a lie, depend upon it. He's a dynamite crank, but I've got him now, and he shall not escape." "Uut dynamite cranks do not usually trust their precious carcasses in the steamers they demolish,"' I suggested. This seemed "to make a profound impression on Mr. Gurrell, and after scowling for a moment he said: "That's so. Of course it miaht have been done impromptu when he found that I was on board. Still, I believe he's innocent after all. Then it must have been the other one." "Who?" f asked in surprise. "Ooliinn," murmured fiurrell, "that young fellow at the fire. He's one of my striking employes, confound him. Now, here is my other supposition : If Sevrucra is a dynamiter he is probably a skillflil one, and would not commit any blunders. If he placed a borub in the steamer set by clockworks, of course ho would give himself time to get off at the first port, which is San Pedro, and tbe bomb would explode after tho vessel had continued her voyage. Now, I believe that is just what Collins intended to do, but being a bungler, his firew orks went off prematurely. I know positively that Collins intended to land at San Redro, while Sevruga was booked for San Diego." "You seem to be well informed regarding these men," t "I havo peen Collins at work in my shops," fcaid Jurrell, "and the purser's book told me the rest. 1 discovered who you were in the same way." "I am perplexed regarding this affair," I said. "Sevruga'e story, although strange, seemed wholly sincere; but yet I think you w rong Collins by your suspicions." "No, sir," said Gurrell, decisively, "depend upon it, he's the man. At the same time I wish that I had access to tbe telegraph and telephone for an hour ; I should search for the personal history of Ivan Sevruga. Our situation here has its disadvantages, yon see." At this moment six sailors approached us in a body, and wo perceived that they haul not vet begon work on the cabin. The second officer stood at a distance looking in our direction. The sailors came up with a firm but embarrassed air, and their spokesman said: "Mr. Gurrell, I hope you'll hear what we're got to say without any hard feelin's, 'cause in our present sitiwation we don'i mean no harm by it We all belone to the Seamen's ironclad league, and at the last meetin' . the league decided to strike on this very day. for $0 a month more w ages, and we all tock tbe oath to strike and stand by it. Ho we've eot to strike vou see. Perhaps you'll stand the raise, Mr. Gurrell." Mr. Gurrell' reply would not look wll

on paper. It was loud, vigorous, embellished with quaint figures, atd wound up with anything but a blessing. He was very angry. When there was a lull, the sailor said : "Hope you won't be angry, sir. We've got to stand by the strike, but we won't quarrel while we're aground here. We're goin' to put up a cabin beside the fire just to amuse ourselves, and we don't care w ho goes into it you can if vou want-to." "You'll build no cabin for me," said Mr. Gurrell, emphatically. I discharge you all, so make vourselves scarce." "That'll have to be Bettled w ith the Ironclad league, not with us ahme," paid tho spokesman. "We don't bear no ill-will, Pir, but we've got to keep the oath." "You can keep it till you're grayheaded," said Mr. Gurrell, waving them away. The sailors went down the beach a hundred yards, where they built another fire, and began erecting a shelter. (Jurrell watched them for a few moments, then turned to mo and said suspiciously, " it, I wonder if they had anything to do with it." Just then his glance fell upon the young striker at the fire, who was chatting away merrily with Miss lone, and she was bending forward with evident interest, and smiling as she listened. Gurrell pave a sort of dissatisfied growl. "I must go and hoist that signal," he ssid. "I will leave lone in your charge while I am pone." He hastened to tho üre and asked Collins to help in tho matter of the signal. Then he said to his daughter: "lone, we're going to hoist a siirnal on

the peak. You stay here with Mr. P. R. Monk. Mr. Monk is the author of that little novel called 'Nip and Tuck,' that pleased you so much not long ago." Presently Mr. Gurrell, the second ofilccr, and Collin's went away toward the peak, carrying a long stick with them. The purser was out on the rocks, looking like -fome strange sea-bird in pursuit of its prev, and I was left w ith Miss lone. "Wt this delightful, Mr. Monk," she said. "Jnst think, to bo actually shipwrecked in this romantic way! "0, I 11 have a thrilling story to tell the girls when I get back to the seminary." Mr. Gurrell and bis daughter seemed inspired, by the same sanguine courage. To them this dangerousshipw reck was but an accident; they fully expected to be in San Francisco again in a day or two. For my part, I had been seriously contemplating the prospect of residing on this desert isle for ten years at least. "I should have asked father to let me go up to the peak with them, but be called me 'lone, and I knew it wasn't best to say a word," she went on. "Did you really write 'Nip and Tuck ?' I was fo interested in it that I sat up till midnight to finish it, and failed in physiology tho next day. What a character Turk w as ! I felt like clapping my hands every time he appeared on the scene. What is that young gentleman's name who was talking to me just now ? Do you know him ?" "His name is Collins. I am but slightly acquainted with him," I replied. "Collins? Well, ho reminded me of Turk sometimes, he was so amusing. Ho said he was one of the strikers that I read about, ami told me such comical things about their meetings and the funny speeches that some of the strikers make, that 1 couldn't help laughing. He doesn't look like a striker, does he? I always supposed that a striker was a ferocious, intoxicated rulfian, with a club in one hand and a torch in the other; but Mr. Collins was quite well dressed before his coat wa shrunk with salt water, and ho is really polite and entertaining, and certainly not drunk. He said, though, that I must consider the circumstances in which he i placed on an island where prohibition seems to be strictly enforced. Rut 1 do not believe that he was ever intoxicated, do you V" I replied that I certainly hoped not. "What became of the man who brought me ashore?" asked lone, after a slight pause. I told her he was on the peak. "Do you think my father 1s safe?" she asked, with some alarm, unconsciously drawing nearer to me. "Perfectly safe, I think. You seem to fear Mr. Sevruga." "Is he a friend of yours?" 6he asked, her eyes opening wide. "Ob, no! I know but littlo about him. Why do you ask ?" "I think ho knew that the steamer was going to blow up," she whispered. "He terrified mo nearly to death when he seized me and carried me out of the cabin ; and as he hurried along the deck he kept telling me to cover my ears with my hands and not tobe frightened. I thought be was going to throw me overboard." My grave suspicions of Ivan Sevruga begau to revive. "Mr. Monk," said lone, "I feel as if the dinner bell ought to ring. Let us go down to the beach and see if we can find some lobster salad or something." "I am afraid that limpets and mussels will be the extent of the menu unless wocan get into the good graces of some of the local eea-nymphs and induce them to bring us seme deep-sea delicacies, or even that bag of hard bread that was in the boat." "That reminds me of Mr. Collins' ridiculous slang. He eaid that the purser was out on the rocks trying to 'make a mash' on a mermaid. I detest that expression. O, Mr, .Monk, have you a fishing line?" I was obliged to regret that, as I had not anticipated a Spartan picnic on a desert island, my fishina tackle was safely stowed away at home. However, we went down to tho beach, and poked about among: the briny sea products. Ina few moments we saw Sevrusra approachinjr alonj" the shore. lone was much alarmed, and bepged me to stay close beside her. "He will not harm you," I eaid. "He is an unhappy man, and you remind him of some one whom he loved dearly, and who is now dead." "Is that so." she said, softly, and looked at him with pitying interest. Sevruga came up and offered us some curious berries, which grev on a low, tbiekleaved plant in the sand, and which ho called tenita berries; but we were not yet hungry enough to like them. The tide was going out, and Sevruga said to lone: "Mademoiselle, wherever we go in the world, nature provides us with food." And after calling our attention to the little indentations in the sand near the edge of tho water, which looked as if the tip uf a finger had been lightly pressed upon it, he took a short, sharp stick and dug up eight or ten largo clams at a depth of about six inches. lone suddenly became quite gracious to him, and took great delight in unearthing the big bivalves; she seemed to have lost her fear. Mr. Gurrell raised his signal and laid a heap of brush on the peak ready to set on fire when a vessel appeared. When he and the rest returned, we erected some frimitive shelters of drift-wood and wilow boughs around the fire, and diued on clams and mussels baked in the coals. The 6ailors remained at their own campfire, and their employer seemed to ignore their presence. Sevruga and Collins became rivals in entertaining lone each in his own peculiar way while Gurrell watched them both with suspicious eves. During tbe night we took turns standing guard. We remained on the island five days, during which time Sevruga read his book, the sailors kept watch from the peak and held mysterious conferences, the second officer, the purser, and Mr. Gurrell planned a raft, with a sail of woven willow bark. I studied the geological formal tion of the island, and Collins made love

to lone to her father's intense indignation. We all became dismally weary of baked clams and mussels. One morning, about 10 o'clock, a sailor came running from tho peak, shouting, "Sail ho!" It was like an electric shock. Sev ruga and Gurrell each caught up fire onpiecesof driftwood, and flew up the hill as if running a foot-race. The rest followed in a body, and lone called out to me to help her up the hill. When wo readied tho summit a tall column of smoke was ascending. Away to the northwest was the vessel, her sails shittging in the pun. She teemed to h keeping steadily on her course. We brought up arm I lls of green brush to make a dense smoke, and swung our coals in the air, but in half an hour it became piain that the ship w as fast leaving the inland astern. We w ere in despair. Sevruea had been one of the most active in signalling, but now he stood in gloomy apathy watching the receding ves-el. lone besan to cry silently, and hid her face on her father's arm. The Russian looked at her sadly. Suddenly he said vehemently: "All go back to camp. 1 vill try 'nother whv to call the ship." itirrell looked at him suspiciously. "No time, to lose," said Sevruga. "(1o dow n, and come not back till vou hear from me." He seemed so earnest that we wnt down to the camp, leaving bim standin? statue-like on the pinnacle, his sachel over his shoulder a weird figure. We halted on the shore and looked back toward the peak. SevrncA had disappeared, but the lire still sent up its tall column of smoke. Suddenly tho bald pinnacle reared itself into the air, and immediately the sound of a terrific explosion burst upon us. A cloud of rocks and earth rose on high, and descended like a gigantic hailStorm. Some of the fragments fell near us and even endangered us. Sevruga had mado his signal. Presently I saw somcthiugflutteringand circlingtoward the earth. It fell on the beach and I ran to pick it up. It was a fragment of a book rudely printed in the Russian lancu3'e. Not being acquainted with that tongue I could not discover the character of the work, but I knew it was the book that I had seen Sevruga perusing so often. Where was the Russian? Gurrell was already half way up the hill with material for another fire, and by the time we had another signal smoke ascending we perceived that the vessel had changed her course and was standing in toward the island. The explosion had been heard by those on board. In the place of the rocky pinnacle of the hill was a l.ircro crater made by the explosion. The little black sachel of the Uussian must have contained an explosive of prodigious power. We cal'ed Sevruga and searched tor him, but we never saw him again. That night the boats of the whaling bark Mystic took us fron the island, and a day or two afterward we were transferred to an Australian steamer, which brought us to

San Francisco, where we learned that the other boats ot tho Santa Inez had been rescued. I have sometimes fancied that Ivan Sevruga is yet alive. Knowing, perhaps, that he was suspected of blowing up the steamer, he preferred to remain on the island, trusting to fortune to send another ship to his rescue. In that case he would be very w illing to have us believe that he perished by the explosion. Yet his beloved hook that ho always carried with bim and studied so intently camo fluttering down out of mid-air blown to fragments. I submitted the fragments to a Russian gentleman of my acquaintance, and was surprised on learning that the book was a translation of the very work on high explosives that I w as about to review when I took passage on the Santa Inez. Wherefore was the translation so rudely and quickly printed? Wn Sevruga the translator? Who was Ivan Sevruga? I read some time ago of a dangerous escaped lunatic, a Frenchman, w ho believed himself a persecuted Russian prince, and whose eccentricities took tho direction of dynamite. Is it pos.-iblo that Sevruga was he, or was the strange passenger really a shattered wreck filing out from the dread whirlpool of Russia? A lng That Can Toll Tiro. nridgeport Farmer. Samuel Heid, the truckman, is the owner of a very intelligent Irish setter, and he never tires of telling of the many wonderful perform-, ances of his pet. Last nicht Mr. Reid told his wife, in the presence of the doe, to arouse him at 6 o'clock this morning as he wished to go to the Rosedale dock to begin work on a large stock of freiaht which was awaiting his attention. This morning Mrs. Reid failed to awake at the hour named and Mr. Reid was aroused by his knowing doe scratching at his bedroom door. lie instantly arose and upon looking at the Clock discovered that it was three minutes past 6 o'clock. Mr. Reid sav it would take, considerable money to tempt him to dispose of the dog that seeminely so well understands the Knelish language, and is withal so faithful and knowing. Hoy Preachers. Texas Sidings. Clerical Man "Can I get a job to raise a little religions euthusiasra in your church?" Deacon "Who are you?" "I am a boy preacher." "What is your age?" "Sixty-five." "You won't do. We don't employ any boy preachers under seventy this year." A l"at Female. Epoch.l Mr. Cumsolto her huelSand) "What girl wis that Mr. Fannie was talking to you about? He said she u as only fifteen and the fastest thing he knew." Mr. Cutnso "Don't remember his talking of anv pirl. Did he mention her name? ' Mrs. Cumso "Yes; Maud S, he called her." Obliging. Mmliant Traveler. "Can ynu keep books?'' nuked a merchant of a vouni; man, evidently a Hibernian, who had aj'pled to him for employment. "Oi reckon Oi could," was the reply, "if yez don't want to le bothered havin' ttv them around, but Oi should think yez ui rather keep them yerself there in the cupboard." Oklnlioma Ileal Kiitnte. Lincoln Journal. "Did you secure any land when you were in Oklahoma?" Yes." "How much?" 'A sod weighing about forty pounds that took nie oa the neck wkea I tried to staie out a claim." Didn't Want to Look I'leasant. Life ) Photocrapher "My dear sir, can't yon assiime a more srniline countenance and throw oil' that jaded look?" llev. V. V. Heiehton "Take me as I am. I need a vacation this summer, and these pictures are for distribution among my parishioners." Congratulation. Pinghaaiton Republican. 1 Jones "Congratulate me, old fellow. Miss t)adiaway.has agreed to marry me." Smith "I do, indeed, Jones. Glad you're coming into the family." Jones "Coiuine into the family? Smith "Yea; Dashy it a sister to me." ?he Wouldn't ns Dird. Chicago Tribnn.) "But if you don't love bim, Clara, why are yon poing to marry him?" "Because he dared me too, mamma. IT knew my high-spirited nature, too. O! I'll iriaks him sorry enough for it, don't yoo bs afraid!" A Good Little Voj. Time. J Payou wouldn't care if I ff&v a cripple part of the dollar you sent me out to change?"' "No, my eon. WhrV "Because I gave fifty cents of it to a one. egi tain that sells tiekett to the circus."

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SunitDer Cnniplolr.'s, DYSnNTTR V, DIAHKHEA, Cholem NIort.ii tt will In few minut'-, 'n ttkeo mmri.rg ta direction, hit ra"'i, " a.sn o. vir Mnmteb, KrMrt'iurn. a, .m l'.r., Ncn-'.inD"', f.T1. .iip, CtioUrn M.uiiiiv r H-ii.tarfc. tt"M.fkK CuMl'LUNT. iJi'irrli'Di, : rv, O'Üe, W Tu4 m It :i ti x M v ire I'orm nl t ; - t i-. -rr fs tiI'.v k.ti frrcrrlyof KAI W a y ' lit'. V D V It!: Lit. F 1 in fo iini.e. lt i:ne w !1 j.rnvp r ri3.-. I on a II opinions of iiuio or irarm. 'lher i d ith'.tj in the oril tbut w ijl Mp r.:;i ot arreM llie jTojrc ot !' h qii irkly U. V. It. Where epn'.em1? t:eAen prrvsU, m h as F"rpr. ryM-nt-ry. Cholera. Ir ilueci. L:pbthi i. Sorlt l ever and rt' r tui::,;L:i:it dSee', 1! IDW.iV'.l KKADV UELIEK wi.l. if 1lten a 4irrtM, protMt tl.o KVhlpin aguint nt'in k, and L'e:z l wi'h eic.oeS quick.'y cure. Uie j BLrtu. MALARIA IX ITS VARIOUS FOILMx FEVER AND AGUE, s. ' v i. n f p t r i 1 1 F fTi Uli tr'3 üf READY RELIEF. 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They ue tde R' R'lv Relief in t!i'ir drinking water. 1 to 15 dr"j in a riaw of w it r, to prevent cremp an1 keep ort n ver anil a;:ue; lijpy alM uw it (externally 'i lr brnlw-o. ore hn'1, rheuiiKirie i m, mre throat, etc. If ov a.ny chnnee we run out o. your rcediCiBm, we have no pea e until our et new is r-piacel. 1, tn mit, tnke R. R. R. l-e ot-p nnin out In the vara earl in ti.e piornine, and am never t ronhUd .th fever end bbup. Th. avoir I was attacked '.:h rheumat.etn. and your Plil did me more tuen any e tuer iod(cir.p'l took. Yours trulv, i Signed j K HAMILTON. JB. Mr. John Morton, of Vrrrlanek Po;ct. N V..rreprietorof the HadnnnwRiver Brlrk Mnnufacrtirinir ( -ompany. my that he prr . p;it and cure attack of chill and lever in tu lau; .y andamone the men la bin employ by the ne of Railway's IU.adt RELte1 Pill. Aleo'the men tn Mr. l'r"l'ri hricvrd at b aame place rely entirely oa tin U.K. R. lor the, etiria and prevention of m.iiarui. 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