Saturday Evening Mail, Volume 19, Number 18, Terre Haute, Vigo County, 20 October 1888 — Page 2

CHAPTER IX.

ACOCSTA TO TUB RZ^CtTR.

After breakfast—that is, after Augusta had eaten somo biscuit and awing that remained from tho chickens she Bad man* aged to cook upon tho previous day—Bill and Johnnie, tho two sailors, set to work at her suggestion to fix up along frag ment of drift wood on a point of rock and to bind on to it a Sag that they happened to find in tho lockcrof the boat. There was not much chance of its being seen by anybody in that mist laden atn pbcre, even if anybody came there to ft, of which there was still Jess chance still, they did it as a matW of duty. By the time this task was finished it was mid day. and for a wonder there was little wind and the sun shone out brightly. On reUirniug to tho huts Augusta got tho blanket» out to dry and set the two sailors to roast some of tho eggs they had found on the previous day. This they did willingly enough, for they were now quite sober and very much ashamed of them wives. Then, after giving Dick some mora biscuit and four roasted eggs, which ho took, to woudorfttlly. she went to Mr Meeson. who was lying groaning in the hut, ami persuaded him to fcomo and eit out in tho warmth.

By tL ia tlmo the wretched man's condition v/r.s pitiable, for, though his strength was Htiii whole in him, he was persuaded that ho was going to die, and could touch nothing but sotau mm and water. "Miss Smitberi," he said, as he sat shivering upon the rocks, "I am going to dio in this horriblo place, and I am not fit to die! To think of me." be went on with a sudden burst of his old fire, "to think of u:y dylug like a starved dog in the cold, when I have two millions of money waitl*» bo spent there in England! And I would givo them all—yes, every farthing of them—to find myself safo at home

Cy Jovo! I would change places

^.ihany poor devil of a writer in the Hutches I Yes, 1 would turn author on twenty pounds a month!—that will give you somo idea of my condition, Miss ferni there! To think that 1 should ever live to say that I would care to bo a beggarly author, who could not make a thousand a year if he wroto till his fingers fell oil!—oh! oh!" and ho fairly sobbed at tho horror and degradation of the thought.

Augusta looked at the poor wretch and then bethought her of tho proud creature sho had known, raging terribly through tho obseouious ranks of clerks, and carrying desolation to the Hutches and tho many headed editorial department. Sbo looked and was filled with reflections on tho mutability of human affalra.

Alas! how changed that Meeson! "Yes," ho went on, recovering himself a little, "I am gokig to die in this horriblo place, and all my monoy will not even ffive mo a decent burial. Addison and Koscoo will got it—confound them!—as though they had not got enough already. It makes me mad when I think of thoso Addison girls spending my money or bribing peers to maxry them with it, or something of that sort. I disinherited my own ocphew, Eustace, and kicked him out to sink or swim, and now I can't undo it, end I would givo anything to alter it! Wo quarreled about you, Mis® Sinlthors, iioai iH.) I would not give yott any inoro r.:on.v for that book of yours. I wish 1 had givon it to you—anything you wan tod. 1 didn't treat you well but, Miss Smithera, a bargain is a bargain. It would never havo dono to give wav, on nrlnclplo. You must understand that, Miss Sir.ithers. Don't rovengo youraolf on mo obout it, now that I am helpless, because, you see, it was a matter of princlplo. "I a:n not ia tho uabit of revenging myself, Mr. Meoson," answered Augusta, with dignity "but I think that you havo dono a very wicked thing to disinherit your nephew in that fashion, and don't wonder that you feel uncomfortable about it."

Tho expression of this rigorous opinion served to disturb Mr. Mceson's conscience all tho more, and ho burst out Into laments and regrets. "Well," said Augusta at last, 'if yon don't llko your will you had better alter It. There are enough of us bore to witness a will, and If anything hapnens to you It will override the other—will It not?"

This was anew idea, and the dying man jumped at It. "Of course, of course," ho said "I nover thought of that before. I will do it at once, and cut Addison and Roscoo out altogether. Eustace shall havo every farthing. I never thought of that before. Come, givo mo your hand ill get up and aeo about it." "Stop a minute," said Augusta. "How aro you going to write a will without pea or pencil, or paper or ink?"

Mr. Meeson sunk back with a groan. This difficulty had not occurred to him. "Are you sure nobody got a pencil and a bit of paper?" he as** "It would do. so long as the writing remained legible."

I don't think so." Mid Augusta, "but I will inquire." Accordingly she went and asked Bill and Johnnie but neither of them had a peucii or a slnglo scrap of paper, and she returned sadly to communicate the news. "I haro got It, I hare got it," said Mr. Meeaon, as tho approached the spot where he lay upon the rock. "If thero is no papsr or pet we must write it in blood upon some linen. We oan make a pen from the feathers of a bird. I read somewhere in a book of somebody who did that. It will do as well as anything else."

Hero was an idea, indeed, and one that Augusta jumped at. But in another tnoccent her enthusiasm received a check. Where was there any linen to write on? "Yea," she said, "if you oan find some linen. You have cot on a flannel shirt, •o have the two sailors, and Uttlc Dick is dressed in flannel too."

It was a fact. As it happened, not one of the party had at \p of linen on th or anything that wvuld answer the pose. Indeed, they bad only one pocket handkerchief between them, and it was a ted ragr full of hole*. Augusta had had one, but it had blown overboard when they were in the boat. What would they bare given for that pocket hsndkere^cf new? "Yea," said Mr. Meeson. *it ««em» we bare none. I ha* 1 got a tr-^t note or I might lu^» »riitea upon that, though I havo got a hundred »ver«rt£ss ia gwd—I

MR. MEESOM'S WILL.

BY H. RIDER HAGGARD.

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out of thUP—whicB ISka'n't—whScE 1 sba'n't—and I will write on the linen that it is to be torn up. Yes, and that yon are to have £3,000 legacy, too. Miss Smitbers- Surely yon can spare me a little bit—just off the skirt, or somewhere, you know, Miss Smitbers? It never will be missed, and it is so very important."

Augusta blushed, and no wonder. "I am sorry to say I have nothing of the sort about me, Mr. Meeson—nothing except flannel." she said. "I got up in the middle of thonlfti! before tfc roll "i n. and there was no i^iit in the rin. und I put on whatever came first, meaning to come I a *c and dress afterward when it got l^~t." "Stays!*4 eaid Mr. Meeson. desperately. "Forgivo me for mentioi:: them, but surely you put on your t»U Ono could write on them, you know." "I am very sorry. Mr. Meeson," she answered "but I did not put any on." "Not a cuff or a collar?" he said, catching at a last straw of hope.

Augusta shook her head sadly. "Then tbero is an end of it!" grotmed Mr. Meeson. "Eustace must loso the money. Poor lad! poor lad! I have behaved very badly to him."

Augusta stood still, racking her brain for some expedient, for sho was determined that Eustace Meeson should not loso the chance of that colossal fortuno if sho could help it. It was but a pcor chanco at tho best, for Mr. Meeson might not bo dying, after alL And if ho did die it was probablo that his fato would be their fato also, and no record would remain of them or of Mr. Meeson's testamentary wishes. As things looked at present, thero was every prospect of their all perishing miserably on that desolate shoro.

Just then tho sailor Bill, who had been np to the flagstaff on the rock on the chance of caUming sight of somo passing vessel, camo walking past. Ills flannel shirt sleeves were rolled up to tho elbows of his brawny arms, aud as ho stopped to speak to Augusta she noticed something tuat mado her start and gavo her an idea. "There ain't nothing to bo seen." said the -man, roughly "and it's iny belief that there won't bo, neither. Here we are. and here we stops till wo dies and rots." "Ah, I hope not." said Augusta. "By tho way, Mr. Bill, will you let mo look at tho tattoo on your arm?" "Certainly, miss," said Bill, with alacrity, holding his great arm within an inch of tier nose. It was covered with various tattoos flags, ships, and what not, In tho middlo of which, written in small letters along tho sido of tho forearm, was the sailor's name—Bill Jones. "Who did it, Mr. Bill?" asked Augusta. "Who did it? Why, I did it myself. A chap mado mo abet that I could not-tattoo my own namo on my own arm, so I showed him and a poor sort of hand I should have been at tattooing If I could not."

Augusta said no moro till Bill had gone on, then sho spoke. "Now, Mr. Meeson, do yon seo how you «an mako your will?" sho said quietly. "See? No," ho answered "I don't." "Well, I do you can tattoo it—or. rather, get the sailor to tattoo it. It need not be very Ion*/* "Tattoo it? what on, and what with?" ho asked astonished. "You can have it tattooed on tho back of tho other sailor, Johnnie, if ho will allow you and as for material, you have somo revolver cartridges if tho gun-

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jwder mixed with water It would do,

'Pon my word," said Mr. Meeson, "you area wonderful woman 1 Whoever would have thought of such a thing oxcept a woman? Qo and ask tho man Jonnnle. there's a good girl, if he would mind my will being tattooed upon his back." "Well." said Augusta, "it's a queer sort of message, but I'll try." Accordingly, taking lFttio Dick by tno hand, sho went across to where tho two sailors wore sitting outsldo their hut. and putting on her sweetest smile, first of all asked Mr. Bill if ho would mind doing a little tattooing for her. To this Mr. Bill, finding tlmo (long heavy upon his hands, ana wishing to bo kept out of tho temptation of tho rum cask, graciously assented, saying that he had seen somo sharp fish bones lying about which would be the- very tiling, though ho shook his head at the idea of using gunpowder as Jho medium. Ho said it would not do at all well, and then, as though suddenly seized by an inspiration, started off down to tho shore.

Then Augusta, as gently and nicely as sho could, approached the question with Johnnie, who was sitting with his back ag&inst tho hut. his battered countenance wearing a peculiarly ill favored expression, probably owing to the fact that ho was suffering from severe pain in his bead, as a result of the debauch of tho previous night.

Slowly Md with great difficulty, for bis understanding was none of the clearest, she explained to him what was required: and that it was suggested that be should provido the necessary corpus vile upon which it was proposed that tho experiment should be made. When at last be understood what it was asked he should do. Johnnie's countenance was a sight to see, and his language was more striking than correct. Toe upshot of it was, however. that be would seo Mr. Meeson collectively, and Mr. Meeson's various members separately, especially his eyea, first.

Augusta retreated till bis wrath had spent itself, and then once more returned to tho

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Sho t.i, ion, she said, that Mr. Johnnie would not mind witnessing the docuat, if a body else coi be found to ftuunit to u.j pain of tattcwJg. All that would be necessary would be for him to touch the band of tho operator while bis (Johnnie's) name was tattooed as witness to the will. "Weil," he said, "I don* know how as I mind kthat, eo it's you as asked me, mL*, *nd ut that d-—d old bulks of a on. 1 would not lift a fin*, to save him from 'ell, miss, and a fcwM" •*Tbcn Is a |--r. robe, Mr. Johnnie?* ii I Augusta, Uy tenor! tijo gari-^ with T.v-m WM 11-. and on Jc nk igtbat be looked at it In t. II._ishe re-f-rrrH to Mr. M«Tt V. W ~~t? iLcarrytaj. i.:*ban.:.sa! 1 xlngfeh, witb 1 uf f«: and a bead

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shakes just the ticket for tattooing, miss as good as the best India ink—gunpowder is a fool to it-"

Dy this time they bad readied Mr. Meeson. and here the whole matter, including Johnnie's obstinate refusal to be tattooed, was explained to Bill. "Well." said Augusta at length, "it seems that's the only thing to be done but the question is, now to do it I can only suggest. Mr. Meeson, that the will should be tattooed on you." •*Oh!" said Mr. Meeson. feebly, "on me! Me tattooed like a savage—tattooed with my own will!" "It wouldn't be much use, either, gov ernor, begging your pardon." said Bill, "that is. if you is a-going to croak, as fon says 'cause where would the will be theuT We might skin you with a sharp stone, perhaps, after you've done the trick, you know." he added, reflectively. "But then we have no salt, so I doubt if you'd keep and if we set your bide in the sun. I reckon the writing, would shrivel up so that all the courts of law In London could not make head nor tail of it."

Mr. Meeson groaned loudly, as well he might. These frank remarks would have been trying to any man: much more were they so to this opulent merchant prince, who had always set the highest value on what Bill rudely called his "hide," "Thero*8 the infant." went on Dill, meditatively. "He's young and white* and I fancy Ids top crust would work wonderful easy but you'd have to«hold hinj, for I expect that he'd yell proper." "Yes," said Mr. Meeson "let the will bo tattooed on the child. He'd be somo uso that way." "Yes," said Bill "and there'd alius be something left to remind him of a very queer time, provided he lives to get out of it, which is doubtful. Cuttle ink wont rub out, IH warrant." "I won't have Dick touched," said Augusta, indignantly. "It would frighten the child into fits and, besides, noboby has aright to mark him for lifo in that way.

the question," said Dill, "and thisgentlo mans money must go wherever it is he don't want it to." "No," said Augusta, with, a widden flush, "there Is not. Mr. Eustace Meeson was Once very kind to me, and rather than he should lose the chance of getting what was done the turn of Johnnie come. he ought to have, I—I will be tattooed." "Well, bust me!" said Bill, with entha sfasm. "bust mef if you ain't a good plucked one for a female woman! and if I was that there young man I should make bold to tell you so." "Yes," said Mr- Meeson, "that Is an excellent idea. Your skin is very white, quite as white and soft as the child's, and

rou are young and strong, and as there is of food here, I dare say that you will tako along timo to die. You might eve® livo for some months. Let us begin at onco. I feel dreadfully weak. I don't think that I can live through tho night, and if I know that I have dono all I can t*. make euro that Eustace gets his own, pe*f haps dying will be a little easier!"

CHAPTER X.

TUB LAST OF MR. MEESJK. Augusta turned from the oldvtnon with a gesture of impatience not unmixed with disgust. His selfishness was of an order that rovoltod her. _v "I suppose," she said to BUfe^Wlfch dp other blush, "that I must have this ipoi tattooed upon my shoulders* "Yes, miss that's It," said Bill, seo, miss,'one wants spacoj'for mint. If it were a ship or a

must be breadth for a legal doC| moro especially as I should liko to good job of It while I is about it. want none of them laryers a-tuming their noses at Bill Jones' tattooing." "Vtry well," said Augusta, with an inward winking of the heart "I will go and get ready."

Accordingly she adjourned Into the hut and removed the body of her dress and turned down the flannel garment undernoath It In such a fashion as to leave as much of her neck and shoulders baro as is to be seen when a lady has on a moderately low dress. Then she came out again, dressed, or rather undressed, for tho sacrifice. Meanwhile Bill had drawn out the ink bag of the cuttle, had prepared a little round fragment of wood, which he sharpened liko a pencil by running it against a stone, and had put a keen edge on to a long white fish bone that he had selected. "Now, Mr. Bill. I am ready," said Augusta, Beating herself resolutely upon a flat stone and setting her teeth. "My word, miss, but you have a betutlful pair of shoulders!" said the sailor, contemplating the snowy expanse of slin with the eye of an artist. "I never bad such a bit of material to work on afcte. Hang me if it ain't almost a pity to m*k 'em! Not but that high class tattooing is an ornimint to anybody, from a princtss down and In that you are fortunit, mfes, for 1 larnt tattooing from them aa tin tattoo, I did."

Augusta bit her lip and the tears came into ber gray eyes. She was only a voman and bad a woman's little weakntw, and, though she had never appeared a low dress In her life, she knew that aer bust was one of her greatest beauties tnd was proud of it. It was hard to thnk that she would be marked all her life ifltb ridiculous will—that la, if she escaped —and, what was more, for the benefit of a young man who had no claim upon her at all.

That was what die said to herself, sat as she said it something in her told her that it was not true. Something toldher that this young Mr. Eustace Meeson had a upon her—the highest claim feat a can have upon a woman, for the truth must out—ane loved him. It seetoed to have come home to her quite clejrly hero in this dreadful, desolate place, ten in the very shadow of an awful d&th, that she did love him, truly and detoly. And that being so, she wcmld not favo been what she was—a gentle natured! devoted woman—had she not at heart rejoiced at this opportunity of self sacrfea, oven though that self sacrifice was or the hardest sort, seeing that it involved that all women hate—the endurance of lous position. For love can do dl It can even make its votaries brave

"Go on," she said, sharply, "and us get it over soon as possible." "Very w*«, miss. What la It tafci old gentleman? Cut it short, you know.' "1 ave all my property to Eustad H. re short as I can gtf ft, witnessed, I tbink Ubtlt verytbing," add Mr. bteairof triumph. "A' aid of a will that is got Into]

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endured in silence, though it really hurt her very much, for Bill was moro careful of the artistic effect and tho permanence of the work than of tho feelings of the subject. Flat experimentum In corpora Vili, be would have said had he been conversant with the classics, without much consideration for the corpus vilum. So he pricked and dug away with bis fish bone, which be dipped continually In the cuttle ink, and with the sharp piece of wood, till Augusta began to feel perfectly sick.

For three hours the work continued, and at the end of that time the body of the will was finished—for Bill was a rapid worker—being written in medium sized letters right across her ivory shoulders. But the signatures remained to be affixed.

Bill asked her if she would like to let them stand over till the morrow, but this, although she felt faint with the pain, she decline to do. Sho was marked now, marked with the ineffaceable mark of Bill, so she might as well be marked to some purpose. If she put off tho signing of the document till the morrow it might be too late. Mr. Meeson might be dead, Johnnie might have changed his mind, or a hundred other things. So she told them to go on and finish it as quickly as possible, for there was only about two hours moro daylight.

Fortunately, Mr. Meeson was more or less acquainted with the formalities that are necessary in the execution of a will, namely, that the testator and the two witnesses should all sign in the presence of each other. He also knew that it was sufficient if. Eh case of illness, somo third person held the. pen between the testator's fingers and assisted him to write his name, or even If somo ono signed for the testator In his presence ana by his direction and, arguing from knowledge, he camo to tho conclusion—afterward justified in the

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iat case of Meeson vs. Addison and her—that it would be sufficient if he Infiicted the first prick of his signature and then kept his hand upon Bills while

Well, then, there's about an end o|| the rest was done. This accordingly ho, did, clumsily running tho sharp bone so deep into the unfortunate Augusta that she fairly shrieked aloud, and then keeping his hand upon the sailor's mm while he worked In tho rest of

The signature, "J. Meeson." When

Jfphnj nie bad at length aroused himself to sypo-idBrost iu what was going on, and had stoou by watching all tho timo, since Mr. Meeson having hud his linger upon Augusta's back hua solemnly declared tho writing thereon to be his last will and 'stament. As he (Johnnie) could not ttoo, tho some process was gono through ith reference to his signature as in the of Mr. Meeson. Then Bill Jones igned his own name, as tho second witess to tho will and just as the light went out of tho sky tho document was finally executed—tho date of tho execution being alone omitted. Augusta got up off the fiat stone where she had been seated during this torture for something liltefivo hours, and, staggering into tho hut, throw herself down upon the sail and went off into a dead faint. It was, indeed, only by a very strong exercise of tho will that sho had kept herself from fainting long before.

The next thing she -was conscious of was a dreadful smarting in her back, and on opening her eyes found that it was quite dark in the hut. So weary was sho, owever, that after stretching out her and to assure herself that Dick was safo her side, sho shut her eyes again and fast asleep. When sheMvokj|g|he ylight was creeping tntfl the damp and id btrtp-»ereallng the heanifonn of

Meeson tossing to Tfhc^Tro In a ubled slumber on the further side."She __..|fp, feeling dreadfully sore about the acli and, awaking tho child, took him ut to tho stream of water and washed him and herself as well as sbo could. It was very cold outside so cold that the child cried, and the rain clouds were coming up fast, so she hurried back to tho hut, and, together with Dick, made hpr breakfast off some biscuit aud some roast penguin'8 eggs, which were not at all, bad eating. She was, indeed, quite faint with hunger, having swallowed no food for many hours, and felt proportionately better after It.

Then she turned to examine tho condition of Mr. Meeson. The will had been executed none too soon, for it was evident to her that he was in a very bad way in deed. His face was sunken and hectic with fever, his teeth were chattering, and his talk, though he was now awake, was quite incoherent. She tried to get him to take somo food, but he would swallow nothing but water. Having done all that 8he could for him, she went out to see the sailors, and met them coming down from tho flag staff. They had evidently been at the rum cask again, though not to any great extent, for Bill looked sheepish and shaky, while the ill favored Johnnie was more sulky than ever. She gazed at them reproachfully, and then asked them to collect some more penguin's eggs, which Johnnie refused point blank to do, saying that he wasn't going to collect eggs for land lubbers to eat she might collect eggs for-herself. Bill, however, started on the errand, and in about an hour's time returned, just as the rain set in in good earnest, bearing six or seven dozen fresh eggs tied np in his coat.

Augusta, with the child by her, sat In the miserable but attending to Mr. Meeson while outside the pitiless rain poured down in a steady, unceasing sheet of water that came through tho wretched roof in streams. Sho did her best to keep the dying man dry, but it proved to be almost an Impossibility for even when die succeeded in preventing the wet from falling on him from above, it got underneath nim from the reeking floor, while the heavy damp of the air gathered on his garments till tbey were quite sodden.

As the hours went on his consciousness came back to him, and with it his terror for the end and his remorse for bis past life, for alas! the millions he bad amaised could not avail him now. "1 am going to die!" be groaned. "Iam going to die, and I've been a bad man I've Deen the head of a publishing company all my life."

Augusta gently pointed out to him that publishing was a very respectable business when fdrly end properly carried on, ssd not one that ought to weigh heavy upon a i-: :i ct the last liko the record of a career of ~^-^arfnl usury orbnrgling-

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Augusta listened with rising hair, ana realized how very trying must be the. .life of a private oonfessor. mm "Oh, please stop!" she said, faintly, at last. "I can't bear it—I can't, indeed! -Ah!" he said, as he sunk back exhausted, "I thought that when you understood the customs at Meeson's you would feel for me in my present position. Think, girl, think what I must suffer, with suelra past, standing face to face with an unknown futurel"

Then came a silence. "Take him away! Take him away!" suddenly shouted out Mr. Meeson. staring around nim with frightened eyes "•Who?" asked Augusta "who?** "Him—the tall, thin man with the big book! I know him he used to be No. So —he died years ago. He was a very clever doctor but one of his patients brought a false charge against him and ruined him, so he had to take to writing, poor dovil I We mode him edit a medical encyclopaedia—twelve volumes for £800, to be paid on completion and he went mad and died at the eleventh volume. So, of course, wo did not pay his widow anything. And now he's come for me—I know he has. Listen! he's talking! Don't you hear-him? Oh. heavens! Ho says that I arPgoing to bo an author, and he Is going to publish for mo thousand years —going to publish on tho quarter profit system, with an annual account, tho usual trade deductions, and no vouchers. Oh! ohl Look!—they are all coming!—they aro pouring out of the Hutches, they are going to murder me—keep them off! keep them off!" and he howled aud beet the air with his hands.

Augusta,- utterly overcomo by this awful sight, knelt "down by his side and tried to quiet him, but in vain. Ho continued beating his hands in the air, trying to keep off the ghostly train, till at last, with ono awful howl, he foil back dead.

And that was tho end of Meeson. And tho works that he published, and the money that he made, and the houso that he built, and tho evil that ho did—are they not written in the Book of the Commercial Kings? "Well," said Augusta faintly to herself, when sho had got her breath back a little, "I am glad that it is over any way, I do hope that I may nover be called on to uurse another publisher." "Auntie! auntie!" gasped Dick, "why do tho gentleman shout so?"

Then, taking tho frightened child by the hand, Augusta made her way througn tho rain to tho other hut in order to tell the two sailors what had come to pass. It had no door, and she paused on tho threshold to prospect. Tno faint foggy light was so dim that at first she could seo nothing. Presently, however, her eyes got accustomed to it, and alio made out Bill and Jolumio sitting opposite to each other on the ground. Betwoen them was tho breaker or rum. Bill had a largo shell In his hand, which ho had just filled from tho cask, for Augusta saw him iu the act of replacing tho spigot. "My go—curse you, my go!" Bald Johnnie, as Bill lifted the shell of spirits to his lips. "You had seven goes and I've only had six!" "You be blowcd!" said Bill, swallowing tho liquor In a couple of great gulps. "Ah! that's better. Now I'll fill for you, mate fair does, I says, fair does and np favor," and ho filled accordingly. "Mr. Meeson Is dead," said Augusta, scrowing up her courage to interrupt this

f*ho twdlmen stared at her in drunken surprise, which Johnnie broke. "Now Is he, miss?" ho Baid, with a hiccough "Is he? Well, a good job too, says I a useless old land lubbor he was. I doubt he's off to a warmer place than this 'ere Kerguelen Land, and I drinks his health, which, by tho way, I nover had tho occasion to do before. Hero's to tho' health of tho departed," and ho swallowed the shellful of rum at a draught. "Your sentiment I echoes," said Bill. "Johnnie, tho shell give us the shell to drink tho 'ealth of tho dear departed,"

Then Augusta returned to her hot With a heavy heart,. She covered up the dead body as best sho could, telling little Dick that Mr. Meeson was gone bye-bye, and then sat down In that chill ana awful company. It was very depressing, but sho comforted herself somewhat with the reflection that, on tho whole, Mr. Meeson dead was uot so bad as Mr. Meeson in the animated flesh.

Presently tho night set in once moro, and, worn out with all that Bho had gono through, Augusta said her prayers and went to sleep with littio Dick locked fast In her arms.

Somo hours afterward she was awakened by loud and uproarious shouts made up of snatches of drunken songs and that peculiar class of English that hovers ever round tho lips of tho British tar. Evidently Bill and Johnnie were raging drunk, and in this condition were taking tho midnight air.

Tho shouting and swearing went reeling away toward the water's edge, and then, all of a sudden, they culminated In a fearful yell, after which came sllenco. What could it mean, wondered Augusta and while she was still wondering, dropped off to sleep ajrain. [TO BX OOOTXOTXD.)

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Sanford's Radical Cure consists of one bottle of the Radical Cure, one box Catarrhal Holvent, and one Improved Inhaler, neatly wrapped In one package, with full directions prlee, 11.00.

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