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THE MAIL

A PAPER FOR THE PEOPLES

LET HIM REST.

jTbe following exquisite lines ware written ty Hood Alston, who recently committed suicide by drowning In Pay St. Louis, Louisa. They were penned a few days •.after the tragic death of an acquaintance, and serve a» an appropriate epitaph for himself.] -y

When the hands are folded asd tbe heart The8law 'song sung and the last prayer And tbe\lHtle that's left Is laid under the

A peaceful repose belongt tot he deadFor the sake of those who loved him o«st— His deeds are done-let him rest, let him rest. Let him rest In paaee 'neath the sand and

Let'hlm^rWr. In peace by the beautiful b&y All thsre *«s of him has gone to Ood,

The little mat's left Is only clay. The b-ei'ies to-day, blowing over the bay, In soft melody see

JI

to say:

For tfe-* of the few who knew hlnx Hi® dW"*# &r© done—let him rwti let hlw rest. How eloquent, oh, how wonderful sweet,

Is the quiet that comes to us all When the grasses that used to grow under oar feet

Grow above and spread oat as a pall1! He Is dead who in life was opposed and

In tbe name of Christ, 1ft him rest, let him rest. Let him rest, let him Test, for the sake of

Wlio'knew nlm first and loved him beet Let him rest, let him rest, in stately repose, For the sake of peace, let him rest, let rest. Let the dead sleep In his calm repose

Hts hands are folded, his heart is stl. 1, The records of Ood will

briefly

A SENTIMENTAL STORY OF THE SOUTH SEAS.

BY HBRBKRT C. DORR.

well "lighted, plainly famished tbe the old Marine Hospital in

In a

room in 49an Francisco sat tbe resident physician at bis writing desk, entering on his records tbe result of tbe examination of a man's heart who bad died with that important organ in a remarkably dis•eased condition.

On a ooucb in tbe oenter of the room, and exposed to the full light lay the ^figure of a middle aged man. It was finely proportioned, tbongh much emaciated, and tbe regular features and muscular development indicated he had possessed both beauty and strength in his youthful days. The pallid lace, hall concealed by a long beard, had upon It a stern expression of determination, •whichgthe firmly compressed lips still further increased. It would seem, indeed, this man must rather have died upon the field of battle than in peace upon his couch, if we were to Judge from the e*p. "3aion of his features. His .right arm stretched out from bis side ^was tattoed in true sailor fashion with -curious and mystical figures. Among jthese was one drawn ana worked with remarks*). *klli and patience. It wag the bead and bust of a young girl, and so well was it executed we might suppose it was the actual likeness of some one be had desired to keep in close and constant remembrance.

The doctor's writing was finished, and he sat musing ou the case he had been describing. "I do not know," said he, while telling the story "I do not know that I ever saw a human heart so entirely diseased and completely worn out as that of Jaokj Rede. It scarcely .-seems possible a person oould live at all with au organ in suoh condition. What -could have caused such a disorganization What had been the life of the inanimate body tbat contained it?"

While eug&ged in suoh thoughts there 'Came a tap on the door, and upon it being partly opened there was thrust in the weather beaten face of an old sailor, who slowly entered when he perceived the doctor was alone. A rough, rugged man, yet his face had a general good humored expression, which inclined one in his lavor at once. He was short «nd stout in figure, slightly bow legged, and his rough hands knotted at the Joints as some of the ropes may have 1een he had pulled upon in the long oourse of years. He was known in the hospital by the name of Tom Marlin, and was also known to have been for many years th9 intimate friend of Jack

Rede. Tom was a strange character, and although uueducated, his keen powers of observation and good memory had stored up a great amount of curious information. He had spent bis life among men of many nations, and had acquired ttoute habits a ad notions from mil, which made him what might .be termed a conglomerate character of many men's peculiarities. One ot the most strongly

marked

-characteristics of the old sailor

was bis superstition and tendency to always explain the mysterious events of life by supernatural agencies. "Would your honor have time to .snare me a few words about tbat unfortunate corpse a» lies there?" said Too», pointing at the wine time to the body with the end of his finger, with a «olemn expression on his face. "Certainly, and more particularly as there was something peculiar about his disease—about bis heart, I mean—and I would like to a*k you ol his p»t life to know'd vonr honor would like to bear of It. M'avhap your honor would allow me a whiff of the pike in the meanwhile? There's no unpleasantness from Jack, there, but, you see, the room seems close like, anda whiff of the pipe might tx* agreeable. And then jtsain. I* Jacks speerit is cruising this way, hell like it to a certainty. He alwars did !u life, and

floftt" Saying which, Tom gravely in pip* and seated himself squarely dowu by the body, very inun as if he were ging to spin a yarn with it as be used to when in life. ., "Jack Rede was an old shipmate of Yours, Tom?" "Well, be waa, your honor. Many

v#ar8

we sailed together through storms

and

calms, and many a jolly spree we had ashore and then sometimes we used to cruise around tbe Sooth Sem Islands,

down one

could

disclose

Whatever goodness there be or ill, So let him aione it is fluent and best T» at the dead snould rest, that the dead should rest.

The Argonaut.

Jack Rede's Heart.

at way* said my natural gifts wasoonbid- their hand agin us, tbey would be killed erabie, if they'd been schooled. Your out of hand, and moat Nkely °ooked honor, he was the smarteat sailor I ever and eaten next day by tbe nobllity/who saw *w»p a plank—knew a ahip from had that special right exclusive. What truck to keelson—and bad an nnoom- we ever left that island for is more'u 1 mon heap of other learning. He bad can tell, but sailora and soaae other folks geography, astrology and navigation at never does know

curse as eat his heart up. I'm just bear-

close on it let's weather that pint and I can bear away with a flowing sheet."

cruising about,

men

Ye

°Tf ®m

for a wh.ie, sndsort of marry Injun fashion, and we'd stay there tilf it grow'd risome like, and then we'd iltpoutMiflw and put off, and take v'yage on the high seas. Jsw. as be ties tbert." said Tom, giving a era® look at the bo '. though be thought he might b+ *iening to all be said, *be oould a 1— better company than tbe likes of but bad no pride, and

and when near enough the islaud for a color was something like

a

but we

wl,y

»»w»aWn*l ho

when

bis finger ends, and the fine arts, t» uiu«unuu —j—• rv, could talk Latin like a jurist, and back there. As we wanted to please dacoe like a Frenchman. uaore'» the Old Sinbad and bii royal family, we Dity be lies there a oold corpus now." bought a small barrel of rum, plenty of And Tom, wiping bis eyes, sent forth a tobaooo, and a little ahip bread, and volume of smoke tbat covered him like some old tower

he was coming to. What does your islanders. They were amazing fond of honor think he died of?" said be, turn- music, and of almost anything to make ing suddenly to me. pleasant sounds, aud they had the habit "Hypertrophy and ossification of the of using a sort of flute tbey invented heart

out

"Hard names them, but saving your is courting the gals, they go piping honor's pardon," said

Tom,

"it was

round

something else killed Jack, and he ingly I took a large lot ofjews-harps know'd it. I heard him say it over and for'em, as being the least noisy. over, be know'd he'd die of it." After we was ready, by good luck, a "Of what Tom whaler ootne in that wos going to cruise "The curse, your honor. He #as in the seas where our island was, and cursed by a woman that he deserted and the master agreed to take us as pamen_ treated wrong, more than fifteen years gers to tbe Klngsmill group, but Jack ago. I was with him and heard her} never let out where he^was really(going. and there's her picter on bis arm now,'' pointing to the dead man's arm." "How was it, Tom?" said the dootor, as he was filling bis pipe again. "Tell me the story. I never beard of a man's dying of a woman's curse before." [owsomever that may be," said Tom,""It's true as holy writ, snd if your island not a day's sail from ours. Well, honor could find a bit of spirits to wet at night we, unbeknown to any but the my whistle, I'd ransack my ideas and middle watch, slipped quietly off in our give the true hist'ry of it." boat, which they helped us to do for

Torn sipped his grog and smacked his some bottles of rum we give 'em. lips with gusto that none but an old Jack had his instruments and know'd salt

appreciate, and then suddenly how to navigate any where so on we be seemed to recollect something, and sailed with a fair wind, and by tbe gettiug up, went and took a piece of morning—twenty-four hours after—was cotton clotn lying on a chair, and very in close by the island. It was pretty carefully draped it around the body, early, and about the time the natives after putting the outstretched arm to went out in the serf to swim, so I run its aide, leaving the face alone exposed up to the masthead a little white nag lni

then, taking his seat and lighting his pip?, he said with a satisfied air: "Jack was uncommon decent about his body, and I'm sartin if his speerit is around, he'll feel better to have it kivered up than otherwise." "How long had you known him, Tom?" "Etrer since be run away from school {or a cabin boy," said be. "Jack Rede —which is his right name—was the son of an English parson as lived in a ooun try town, its name I can't overhaul just now. You see tbey took a deal of care with his edecation, to make a parson of him, too, but there wasn't a timber in him to build that kind of a craft, and he turned out otherwise. We all has our gifts, and every human has his weakness Jack's weakness was in his morals, he hadn't enough for ballast to keep him on an even keel, and what he baa was uncommon loose. He had a strong idee, too, he must do just what pleased him, ana have everything he wanted— if be could get it—aud he was always jolly and social when he had his own way and nobody went oontrary wise they did, then look out for squalls, for J»CK was the devil all over. His relig ion was wariable, and like weak ground tackle, as couldn't keep him off a lee shore. When Jack was a boy he went a v'yage, and was wreoked on the coast of Africa, and was taken by the Arabys." "Don't you mean Arabsc" "It's all the same only spelled different," said Tom, with a deprecative look at my interruption. "He was taken by tbe Arabys, made a slave, and kept till lie grew to be Mahumedan and turned Turk* It was an awful set-back ou bis marals, to say nothing of religion, and he never got over it for he always said it was as good a religion as any, and be believed it just as much. According to which, It it is true Jack may be flirting round in heaven with them Hoorays tbe Turks believe in." "Hoorays, Hoorays, Tom?"

with a blue star

on

The king has it mostly his own way in everything next come th9 chiefs and their families, as a nobility, and then the common people but the lowest down are tbe slaves, who are natives from other places, tbat have been token prisoners in war. Howsomever, they'd had no wars to

Bpeak

Ye see. Jack ani I, about ttfteen years ashore, there was a young woman stood ago, was down in Tahiti, and he says to apart from the crowd with a slave wavsays he, "Tom, I'm tired of this

ing a

"Whereaway will it be?" Then he over the handsomest female human lever hauled his memory, and slapping his set eyes on, and that "a hand together, suddenly sang out, "Let when a man has

ns go to Old King Sinbad's island, and in many great cities. Jack was where we went five years ago wo're big taken all

there, and even Sinbad himself is beauty in such *n out of the way Place, atraid of us." "Agreed," says I, "and She waa taller than the women of the we can get our outfit here, find a whaler island, for they were rayther short, but asisgoicg to cruise in them latitudes,

small boat to fetch ft, we can quit tbe those big sea shells, pinkish and white, ship"

see, some years afore that and her features clean cut and regular, time, Jack and I was making a trip with g»^ brown

long way by a storm, an* finer

was loaded down with stuff for

and grab, and some orange, lemon other plants in tabs, and some garden seeds, for an island where them things was unknown, besides we had a lot erf parts.

nicknacks. very valuable in them Well, as luck would have it, we

TERRS HAUTE SATURDAY EVENING MAIL.

they are well off.

musket#,

a cloud. "But," continued he, "I nicknacks of all sorts, or we wanted to know'd all along, and years ago, what make a gooa many

besides a lot of

presents

to the

and when the young men

tbe bushes like sick quails 'cord-

or where King Sinbad's island lay. 1 forgot to say that Sinbad was a name that Jaok in his deviltry give tbe kin*, and the natives took to it at once, but in course it wasn't bis true name. We had fair winds all our passage out, and in a few weeks come in sight of a small

it, and it was just

like oue I had made for the king's war canoe. When they saw it, they scattered ashore to tell the news, for tbey know'd who we was. Suoh a tooting of shells and running about as there was on that island you would have thought they were crazy. Soon we could see the king's Panama hat and red feather (which Jack bad give him years afore) waving about among the trees, and coming down to the shore with all bis chiefs and hundreds of natives.

Them people are just like big children in their doings, and give theirselves up to their feelings in a manner as seems to us rediclous. They tied a long rope to our boat and us ashore to the king in quick time and tbat jolly old cuss caught Jack and I, and rubbed noses with us till, what with his rubbing and tbat of his ohiefs, our noses was red as cherries for a week's time. They took us with our goods up to their big council house, and the people made a great circle round us with their king, priests and chiefs. They was as glad to have us back again as if we'd made 'em and their island, too and when we got out some trinkets for them all—some bright colored calico for the women and a bottle of French brandy, which the king's eyes snapped at when he tasted it—they was ripe and ready for such a jollification as church-going folks would roll their eyes up at.

They are the best built and comliest people I ever seen in the South Seas, and the women, when they ain't tatooed, the handsomest. They all bathe three or more times a day, and as for their olotbes, they're always clean, for they don't wear enough to make much note of. As for their color, it varies from tbat oi anew saddle to an old one, according as they expose theirselves in the sun. Their eyes and hair is blaok, of course, as it alway is in them islands where ships don't frequent.

Old King Sinbad was about the most easy natured and jolly old pagan I ever run across but be bad bis weaknesses like all of us. He never could quit rupi when he bad it to drink, and wben he was drunk he wanted to kill somebody, and when he killed any one—as in course he did sometimes—be was bound to take 'em-off into the bush, have a feast, and eat 'em otherwise he was the peaceablest man in the world. He was so come over with joy at our return, he iust made Jack a sort of Prlnoe of Wales, to take the throne after him, and me a kind of prime minister. Then be ordered a house built for us, .the best they knew how to make, and'give us as many slaves as we wanted. Their houses are built of a kind of fine basket work, with a strong sort of leaves woven in the roof to keep the sun oat, and they're better than ours are for their country.

Sartain, sure," said Tom impatiently. "Hoorays, the Mahumedans call 'em. Turkish she angels as wait and tend on good Turks in heaven, and it's comfortable doctrine for them as likes women. Jack could never be made to believe afterwards that women had any souls to speak of, unless they shared one with tue man they was spliced to and, your honor, the amount of wives tbat man bad was terrible to think on. One time, I remember, he was king of a tribe of cannibal niggers on the west coast of Afrioa he was married to their queen." "But Tom, how about Jack's heart and the curse?—are you coming to it?" "I'm overhauling it as quick as tbe course allows, your honor and how can a man spin a true yarn, or build a ship, without laying the bottom timbers first. Ye see I must explanate Jack's ways before you can understand his doings afterwards. Wasn't he a rum 'un, your honor?" "A bad one, I should say, Tom. A man of violent, unrestraine passions, who let them run riot to bis own detriment. I think I begin to understand now what might easily have caused his disease of the heart." "Avitst! avast there! if you honor pleases," said Tom, with an air of impa"enw.TA'UcS£?'i°ntl... yot, nor the miK'tbemhJppy couldn't.*, foond

of for many years,

and their slaves was about as well off as tbe common people. There was no earthly thing they really wanted to

on the island, saving, tobacco and I oplnlonate tt

rum and

ey was too

weak minded to have them comforts without injuring theirselves. Wben tbe natives all stood round us in the council house, after we come

big feather fan over her. The king

let us go somewhere and made signs for her to oome inside the

lay off in comfort awhile, where there's circle to us, but she was shy, or modest nothing to do, and plenty of grog, grub like, and wouldn como this (Made and gafs, to make it sociable." Says I, Jack and I

no«»

^er. She was

b®en.°*^r

was perfect

w!??°,""P.

every way in her shape. Her

we

see inside

e^

in a small craft from island to island peer—ga*el, I think Jack called em, near the Klngsmill group, and was driv ber hair was brown black, and thicker from our course

like some

th*D,1

kiindof

,eT.eruMZ°P

afore,

trading voyage, and didn't car® where head Hke a turban, with a single white the wind came from. We bad plenty of flower stuck in front. Her dress was ki.J KAthai made of some kind of white bark that was cut in fine threads and worked over till it waa moat as soft as silk. It was woven into a sort of long fringe, tied around ber little waist with a narrow belt coveted with small black and Mrtft. »6iuas iuck wutuu u»vo iv wv uw» wfww w—— made an island considerable out of the white shells, and it hung down below track of Tassels, a perfect little garden ol Eden the people was handsome and of tbe same kind of fringes that fell at pwi^s no snipe or missionairies had down over her bosvm and shoulders, beentbere to convert 'em or dvlliae They fitted J®M[£e fathers on a bird, wavy and smooth. Her arms was bare, with bracelets of black and ww half right. Those islanders thought white beads round and her Utile we was good sperits sent down from the feet was part covered in sandaJs wove clonds, Vwrtof little gods like, to out of bark. There she stood in all her bring blessings to 'em, and when those nat'ral beauty, and no fol de rolsor gii and bore fruit, with the gar- cracks stuck round her to spile nata king of that crownln' glory, a perfect woman. isiana ww he jint offered They told us that she was old Sinbad's Jack all bis daughters and younger ids- daughter, and that ber name waa Lootstars for wives tabooed oor bodies and It might have been tbat she was tbe goods, »o if any one should dare raise daughter of one of his wires, for one

a

w\H?an

and she had it braided round ber

&

wss 'most white but she looked no more like the old psgan than I did, and I always opinionated tbere'd been fur* rinera round that islsnd* sfore we ever Bee

It. Jack tried very hard to find some presents to take her fancy, but she received 'em prond and distant, like a queen, and handed 'em over to her waiting maid. Everybody seemed to love and obey her, and she seemed a different creature from tbe natives.

Time passed smooth and easy with Jack ana me on.tbe island, and well it might, for we bad everything our own wav, exedpt with Jack, who somehow couldn't make much heed way with Loota. She was always sby with him, and if be attempted any tooling, as be might with the other gals, she pouted her line, tapped her little foot on the ground, snd, walking oft, be would see no more of ber tbat day. He didn't take it very easy, but swore to me tbe little witch took him more sback than any woman be bad met, and be thought more of her than any one he'd ever seen afore.

The fact is, I didn't believe Jaok would settle down bappy with any woman for a length of time, if he could find an angel with tbe garden of Eden tor her homestead. He was restless and wariable by natur*, and his temper too stormy for a loving gal but if he went after anything and really wanted it bad, he didnrt care what it oost, or how he got it.

Loota passed her time mostly flitting around the pleasant parts of tbe island like a bappy bird, or singing, laughing, and making pretty ornaments for women's use out of flowers, shells, and such things.

Jack, in general, was round about near to her, but sometimes she scolded him off in such a pretty way. It was a pleasant thing to be scolded by her. Wherever she was, everything seemed brighter and more happy—even the birds sang louder. In course I wasnt in love with her, for she looked higher than any poor ugly locking sailor like me, but I loved the ground she walked on.

Them was the pleasantest days I ever had, cruising round that island with Loota and her friends, and it seems pleasant to think of them now, for I did nothing there I have ever been sorry for Bince.

About every day we used to go down to the shore, and lying under the trees among tbe sweet flowers, watch the smooth waters rolling in on the white sand beach in little ripples, the wind just stirring the leaves and down in the clear waters we oould see tbe fishes dart about among the coral like flashes, and overhead the sea birds sweeping round, while the little birds in tbe trees were chattering like orazy things. If that wasn't poetry, your honor, I'd like to know what is.

As the weeks passed by, and Loota kept np her offishness to Jack all the same, he began to grow cross and restless as a bear and sartain sure it was a curious thing, for he was one of the best looking fellows in those days you ever saw, and he had the ways of a gentleman when he saw fit. He used to wear a white linen suit with a blue and white turban on his head to purtect it from tbe sun, and a red silksasn round his waist, and the awful liar told Loota tbat tbat was the dress of the great chiefs in bis country.

Well, after awhile Jack found out that the old women had warned her, and told ber the white men always came to tbe islands and took wives for a while, and then went off across the seas and never came back again, and tbat there was no truth in them or their words. This made Jhck awful mad, and all he ooald say or promise didn't seem to alter her opinion for some time but I noticed when she met him sudden and unexpected like she used to turn red as a rose. Women has such uncommon oontrary ways about 'em I never could tell if she was taken-with him then, orotherwise.

Like'all humans, Loota had ber weakness, of course, and that was a love of music even a jewsbarp well played would make her eyes flash in a minute and as for singing, her voice was sweeter than any bira's, and if she heard a tune only once, she oould sing it right away.

Jack, one day, in hunting for some* thing in the bottom of his big sea chest he had packed up in Tabati, found a kind of Spanish mandolin he had forgotten all about, and he could play it like a master, and sing tbe prettiest songs and danoes (as the Spaniards and Italians do) I ever heard. Wben he tuned it up that evening and went out under the oocoanut trees, and commenced a Spanish song ana dance, it was just amazing the effect it had on them natives, for it seemed to make 'em wild with pleasure. After a time Loota, who had caught tbe strange, sweet sounds at a distance, camel toward them, like is sometimes lured ,by the sounds of a flute.

She bad her long blaok hair flowing loose around her like aoloak, that evening, and it reached down to her ankles on her head she wore a beautiful wreath of white flowers. Without a word she

self at bis feet, sat looking up into ms face and listening to the strange, sweet sounds that seemed floating through the air a"d coming back in echoes round the shores.

What tbey said, to each, other tbat night I don't know, but afterward sbe seemed different toward him, and sbe oouldn't keep away from him long. Twas something like when a good thaw coraes in the spring, and takes away ail the ioe and signs of winter—at least it seemed tbat way with Loota and Jaok but he, with his pride and self-conceit, took it all as a matter of course, and sometimes I thought he meant to punish her somehow for keeping him off so

l0Itwasn't

many days before tbe feasts

and junketing for Loota's wedding wss being got ready by the natives. Jack and Sindbad were busy as the devil in a gale of wind, making a kind of grog From tbe juice of oocoanut trees, so tbat tbe king and all the high chiefs oould go off by themselves and have a jolly time. Then there was lots of secret sort of meetings between the priests and Loota, and sometimes Jack was with 'em. Wben I asked him about it, and what it meant, he would curse, laugh, and say it was witchcraft, and cussed paganism, but he wasn't afraid of man, beast, or tbe devil, to say nothing of woman.

Ye see, your honor, them natives is am&iing superstitious. I can't rightly explain their religion, but tbey believe in all kinds of sperits, even in flowers and trees. Then every high chief has a priest for his family, who they keep busy most of the time praying to bad sperits and driving 'em off byburnlng herba, gums, and sich like. The gooa merits they don't pray to mooh, for tbey say tbey won't barm 'em anyhow, and it's time thrown away. Howsomever, there's one most curious thing thev believe in, and that is, praying folks to death as is their enemies, or ones that have harmed them. Tbey do It by making a clay Image of the heart, brain, stomach, or some of the vitals then they build an altar, In some hidden place, of white stones, and patting this image on

top, fire away prayers and smoke at It for weeks and months, till the person takes sick and dies and If tbey won't die, why they goes over it again. ("And do you believe in anything of tbat kind, Tom," the doctor asked.)

Well (continued Tom), there's sartsln sure something in it, for I have seen it and what I sees I sees, and what I bears I bears, and if I knows a thing I believes it. What would your honor have a poor, unediaated man believe anyhow, among such a heap of different religions sll over the face of the e&rtb, and each one somebody swears is true? What sort of work would there be if there was as many kinds of books and teachings in navigation, and each different? How would we find our course over tbe great seas? The fact is, I think there's a Tittle good in nearly every one of 'em, and when I find it I lay it by for use.

Well, in course of time I found out what they did to Jaok, and what he had to do before Loota would consent to marry him. The priests took bim and Loota to a hidden kind of a place away in the woods, and, placing both Inside a circle ol black and white stones, set fire to some strong gums, in shells around them, and made Jack take a solemn oath he never would quit tbe island, or, if be did, he would take Loota with him and, if he broke his oath, his heart must belong to Loota forever, and she could do what she pleased with it, and kill it any way she bad a mind to. Then they went to work and made, out of red earth and gum, an image of a human heart (meant for Jack's), and put in it drops of blood from Jack's arm and from Loota's arm. Then, In that place in the woods, tbey built up an altar of white coral stones, and in two shells, put to-

Sif

ether on the top, they put the heart. coarse Jack swore to anything they asked him, rather than lose Loota, and cared as much about it as he did for the whistling of the wind. "Swearing didn't cost anything," he said, "and he was ready to swear till blue blazes came, If it would please 'em."

It was a jolly wedding they had, and old King Sindbad nearly drank himself to death, which I believe was just what Jack wanted, so he could come into the throne. Well, Jack behaved as near like an angel as he know'd how for some months, but it got to be an old story with him—having one of the sweetest creatur's in the world for a wife, and ruling the natives almost as a king—and then his evil natur began to show Itself. I don't know as he ever struck Loota (when be was sober), but be grew to be cross with ber and didn't see

LB

to care to please ber. He had learned ber to speak English, whloh she did In tbe prettiest broken way tbat you ever beard, but he took advantage of her understanding it to curse her in it sometimes.

He and old Sindbad soon began drinking hard together, and would go off Into the woods, and sometimes stay for weeks, on a spree then, when he come back, be was so ugly nobody dared go near him, and even Loota shut herself up 'with her women. Well, things went on in this fashion for months, from bad to worse. Loota never oomplained or said a cross word to him, but I could see sbe grew pale, and sometimes I saw tears in her great, mournful looking eyes.

One day, after Jack had returned from one of bis sprees in the woods, we was sitting down by tbe beech, smoking together. Loota bad been shut up with ber women some days and I hadn't seen her.

Jack was cross as usual and cursing things in general that day just then we heard a rustling beblnd us, and. turning round, there stood Loota, looking pale as a ghost and dressed in a loose robe of white. She didn't say a word, but took a little bundle, rolled up in a sort of white mantle made of birds' feathers, from her bosom, and, opening it, laid it on Jack's lap there it was—the prettiest and lovingest little baby ever was seen. I thought it wasn't in human natur not to be shaken up by suoh a sight, specially its father, but J»ok only looked at It ourious like, as if it bad been some

a word, but turned round and walked •way with her head down and her hands pressing her ohild against her 'bosom*

There are some kind of mob in this 'ere world that never can be bappy unless tbey oan busy themselves in deviltry or mischief tbey want to be fighting against something or somebody all the time living quiet and respectable in their families is just a sort of slow hell for such, and Jack Rede was one of that kind.

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.od hard fighting going on somewhere would have become as amiable as anybody, and as contented as a tiger with a full stomaob but bis nature wouldn't take to goodness or peaceableness for a continuance, and I knew from his silenoeand glum looks something was in the wind, and that be meant to quit tbe island tbe first chance.

The natives was suoh a childish, and kindly sort of people, I never thought tbey would take notice of Jack's bad treatment of Loota, but I made a mistake in them, and found out tbey had a quiet way of righting themselves in pagan fashion tbat wasn't comfortable to think of. It bappened one day I was walking in tbe woods, near the place where tbe priests carried Loota and Jack for their pagan oe re monies, and ouilt an altar, ana put tbe clay image of Jack's heart atop of it in the shell when I heard a strange kind of music like a dead march, aud a tapping, hollow sound, like a drum, Well, your honor, I crept up carefully through tbe bushes, till I saw the most curious sight I ever heard of.

You see, the natives were very jealous, and careful no white man should ever see their pagan ceremonies, and wouldn't often even talk about tbem, so I kept still out of sight and watched tbem.

There was about a dozen of tbe priests around tbe altar, making the strange, solemn music, and one beating tbe drum and seated on tbe ground near by was old Sindbad himself, with a bottle of rum between bis legs, and be smoking his pipe, looking as solemn as an old owl. They was all painted black as soot and cocoanut oil could make '«m and tbey each one had a crown of red feathers around his bead, and a bright read spot painted over tne heart. I suspicioned at once tbey was cussing or praying Jack's heart to death. After a few minutes more ringing, each cot a

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iece from the heart or some creature had killed, and threw it in a fire tbat was burning in tbe centre of tbe

to be sure they wasnt coming back, then I went and looked in tbe shell on top the altar to see the clay heart and sture as I am tolling of it, they had run a long fishbone through it that Jack's b«art might be affected likewise, and that by slow degrees, and constant cursing and praying, it might be killed.

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Now perhaps your honor will only Isugb at such things as I am telling I saw but, nevertheless, curses ain't pleasant things to have s«nt after one, and wCiere there's so many sent in that fashion, there must be some good reason for it. Tbey ain't comfortable things to have flying round a fellow's head, or to sleep under, I opinionate. According to my idees, all religions has some truth In'em. and why ain't the honest prayers and cusses of those poor heathens ast as strong in the Lord's eyes as tbe ?ope ot Rome's?

Not long after these things happened, Jack and I was standing down by the shore one morning, when he turned to me suddenly and said in a short, crusty way: •Well, Tom, are you about ready to slip your cable, and leave this oursed island?" •Well. Jack, I don't exactly know," I says "it's a pleasant place for a contented man."

But I did know I'd long been expecting he'd say something of the kind, I knew him so well. "Tom," says he, "you can go or stay but 1 hope I may be cussed, if I stay an hour longer than I can help It. It Is killing me bv inches, and if I stay here two months longer, I shall drink mjself to death in company with Old Sindbad." "Aud Loota, Jack?" said I, but I oouldn't say a word more, my throat was so dry and choky. "Loota is a woman, and like the wind, —changeable. A week's time will dry ber eyes," said be, in a savage sort of a way, as though he didn't want to talk about it.

Then he went on and told me he kept his canoe hid away, some distanco out of sight of the village, always ready and tbe first vessel he saw off the island, with tbe wind so we could fetch up with her, he would come for me, aud we would slip away. Although my heart was sore for Loota, I knew there was no usesayinga word to a man with a heart like Jack Kede's. Then again, I knew if he went away and deserted Loota, it wouldn't be safe for any white man among the natives, aggravated as tbey would be, by his leaving her, for tbey thought more of her tears than of the lives of many white men, and I knew I must go.

Not many days after, just at the first peep of dawn, Jack shook me by the shoulder, and said in my ear. there was a vessel in the offing we could come up with, and we must start. Well, like Indians stealing on their enemies, we left the place where they had bean so kind to us.

We had got almost dear from the island, and had only one headland to pass, that loomed up perhaps twenty feet above the sea, ana was covered with cocoanut trees. I began to breathe easy and think we should get off without a soul knowing of it, when looking up at the bank above us, there stood Loota, pale and upright, and her eyes were flaming. At first I thought she meant to kill Jack or herself, but sbe didn't. She looked like some queen who was passing judgment on ber slave when she turned to Jack and said: "Man with the lying heart, you creep away like a thief that goes in the night. You swore before the priests your heart should be theirs, if you did as you are doing now but Loota gives it back to you lt is too bad, and she gives it back with a curse, not her curse, but the curse of her people in their prayers. It must die with you, little by little, till the lies and the heart are all dead."

Hearing a smothered sort of groan I looked round at Jack, who was white in the face, and bad his hand clutched over his heart. In a minute he came to, and, swearing an oath, said that a sharp pain had taken him in his heart, like the stab of a knife that it was owing to his hard drinking, and would gooff.

When I turned to look at Loota she was gone, and we never caught sight of a native again. We soon came up with tbe vessel, for sbe lay becalmed, but quick as tbe sun came up, the wind came up too, and we were soon out of

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From that time till be died, Jack Rede had spells on bim of pain in his heart many a night have I set up with bim when the big drops of sweat would stand on his forehead, and he crying out, in tbe numbness of his senses, the names of women or, when the pain was at the worst, always for Loota to take her hand from his heart. The night be died tbe last word on bis lips was Loota.

Now, your honor, as a medical man, can call it hypertrophy, or ossifloatlon that killed him, or what you like, but nothing on this earth can satisfy Tom Marlin it wasn't tbat curse put upon him for bis bad treatment of Loota, and, likewise, be deserved it.

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