Saturday Evening Mail, Volume 20, Number 35, Terre Haute, Vigo County, 22 February 1890 — Page 7

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And if tbou wilt, forget. I shall not see the shadows, I shall net feel the rain I shall not hear the nightingale

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WHEN I AM DEAD.

When I am dead, my dearest. Sing no sad songs for me Plant tbou no roses at my head.

Nor shady cypress tree Bo the green gnus above me With showers and dew drops wet And if thou wilt, remember,

Sing on as If in pain And dreaming through the twilight That doth not rise nor set. Haply I may remember.

And haply may forget. —Christian Rossetti.

THE GENI OF THE MINE.

lK_ The claimant to peculiar respect on ythe score of sanctity of life varies in various lands, or, for that matter, in any habitat. He may be a hypocrite, or a fanatic, deceiver or dupe—a man of genuine worth—though, perhaps, for reasons he would scout—or a loafer winning, on acquaintance, deserved con:empt. I shall put my old friend,

Moung Ko, without a second's hesitat/ion, in an upper grade of "holy men." Ho walked consciously on high levels ,of his profession. Not a phoonghie in all I 'lirmali was better versed in the lore,

Lot merely of the pagoda, but of nature and of life. His fame for charity was just, and I at least have never been able, sipce the occurrepco of the events I proose to relate, to hold that the wild hill Sinen of Anapoora were wholly mistaken in calling Moung Ko a seer as well as a priest. I shall have to show that he, too, had failed where, verily, popes have failed. And it may be that the weird gift, never a joy to its possessor, was linked in hidden depths with the romance of a strange career and the pain of/a long light for repentance.

To be coherent, and even to compass onciseness, it is generally well to begin Ht the beginning. Moreover, my first meeting with Moung Ko is an integral part of my tale. A hint was offered even then which I was slow to seize, but which later was bathed in revealing light. The existence of the cipher must be divined before tin interpretation can be supplied.

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I lual penetrated a new district and encountered an accident. A luckless slip on the shelving ledge of a remote gorge had nearly sent mo to my doom. I escaped through the circumstance that the thick scrub of the wilderness straggled down the cliff side to wherever there was a layer of earth tosuppdtt vegetation. For long hours I remained in a precarious situation, lodged, with a sprained ankle, amongst bramblos above me, frowning rocks beneath me, the abyss. The outlook was black. If I stirred, tho odds were that I should go over the brink and be dashed to pieces if I stayed where I was, I must starve. Again—and I had plenty of space to think the thing through—if I shouted, myself hoarse nobody was likely to come and if tho improbable becamo a fact, and thero was a response, I had no insurance that aid and not cruel thrust would be the result. It was ail uncertain whether friends or enemies were in the neighborhood.

In the retrospect it seems to me that my energies suddenly flagged and thjit I passed into a stupor of despair. Surely there was excuse. But aa the weary day wore on my faculties regained their edgi. I determined to have a cast for dear life. With much of the gambler's reckleSaness and fever I cried aloud at intervals a full score of times. The silence remained unbroken. But a queer portent perplexed my mind. From where I was lying the opposite bend of the valley was distinctly in view, and twice across the line of vision flitted a grotesque, undersized ilguro in a costume certainly not known to me as favored by any Burman, Shan or Karen, male or female. The draperies were flowing and dark, scarcely distinguishable from the color of the rocks. Ishivered involuntarily. Did the creature belong to tho realm of honest, practical existence? Or was I delirious? I pinched mvself, as those do who cannot bo sure if| they are awake or dreaming. The (j/vurflsh apparition did not vanish. It went on to the head of the defile and was finally lost in the shadows of the teak trees. Another idea, belonging to a state of weakness, came to mo. Was it a warning that I must expect the worst? "Softly, friend have courage. Move not. 1 will help you."

Sweeter words I never hoard spoken in any vernacular than those I thus translate. I know their meaning, for I had picked up not a little of the native tongue. They were whispered literally into my ear. The newcomer had approached so silently that there was danger even in his announcement of kindly purpose.

The sharp surprise made me start, I tried to look tho speaker in the face, and, in the effort, swayed towards the precipice. A swarthy, sinewy hand gripped me and held mo back. "Did I not say 'softly,' friend?" expostulated the stranger, with gentle reproach in his accents. "Thanks," I answered "but my ankle is twisted. How will you get me out of this?"

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Moung Ko was not a man of unnecessary words. For reply he drew aside, with his arm, a bush immediately to my right A natural recess was disclosed, and. as thero was light beyond, I surmised the existence of a tunnel or pas* eage. It was doubtless in this way that he had reached my ledge. And now he proved the wonderful muscular strength that resides in the Burman frame. Stretching himself on the uneven ground he grasped with one arm a buttress of rock, and, with the other, ho lent me a rapport which was entirely adequate for my deliverance. The pain of the injured limb made me winoe at every movement but I set my teeth together, and, trusting to the directions acted rather than uttered, I was released from my position of peril

Then I saw that I owed my safety torn phoonghie or priest. I have already te(Ucated my impression of Moung Ko'a Character. I repeat that ho was genuine In spite of all. In person he was short, Itoutly built, and with features wrinkled,

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and inscrutable. He was old but I fancy did not count nearly as many years as his looks gave him credit for, and as the truculent tribes with whom he had settled believed-

The question of concern now was a place of refuge. "You must stay with me. Can you walk at all—thus, leaning on my shoulder, using my staff?"

And Moung Ko—whose name I had ascertained—led me slowly down the winding passage. Was his monastery near, I wondered? I had seen no signs of such an edifice as I entered the gorge. But it proved unnecessary to put the question into words. There was a cunningly hidden opening in the rock walL We squeezed through, and within was a wide and airy cave—evidently a place of habitation. Nature had shaped its walls and stretched its roof, but art had transformed the rude mountain eyrie into a palatial hall. Evidences of wealth were on every side. The finest Oriental fabrics were the garniture of shelving floor and lofty recess. Soft rugs were here in bewildering profusion, and furniture and pieces of bric-a-brac that would have fetched fabulous sums in Wardour street, liy eyes caught also the unmistakable gleam of the precious metals.

It was a riddle at first where the subdued light came from, for window there was none. But at last I made the discovery that at one end of the great chamber was along gallery, communicating, doubtless, with the outside world amidst the inaccessible heights of the cliff. This admitted both air and light sunshine could be but a brief visitant.

I am- weaving together the results of extended and leisurely examination. At the instant of introduction I was too astonished to observe many details. The amazement mirrored inevitably upon my countenance was noticed. "This is a poor wanderer's occasional home. Its existence is a secret which you will riot betray," Moung Ko said. "You are the first stranger I have had the honor to welcome here and when you are strong enough to go with me down the valley to the monastery I shall tusk that you keep strict silence as to where you have been. You can say that you have rested in a cave man's haunt. It will be true. I am sure my secret is safe."

The calm expression of complete certainty struck me as singular. •I'am flattered by your,faith in my gratitude, and I hope and believe that it is not misplaced," I answered "but is there not a risk? I may disappoint you by some unguarded word. Do you not fear it?"

I was smiling but it was no smile that came on Moung Ko's face. Alight was in tho deep set. neutral tinted eyes that touched my spirit almost to awe. "No, I do not," Moung Ko replied, in deep, resonant tones. "It is on the scroll of the future that I shall not suffer through you. My own people—they will meto out the punishment that has tarried so long. But what am I saying? Yes, I can read the language of the face. I know that I may trust you."

The light was gone, and I could have fancied that I had not really heard those words of weird fate which, nevertheless, I was to remember after many days.

While we talked Moung Ko was deftly preparing and applying a cool compress to the swollen joint. It was patent that he possessed not a little surgical skill.

Suddenly I spoke of the strange figure I had seen while waiting for the fiat of fate and I surely felt Moung Ko's fingers tremble. His head was bent down, and this was my one warning of the phooughie's uneasiness. His reply was evasive. "There is no village in that direction it is all waste and barren there are no paths, either. The hill folk talk like you of things that it is ill to see. They are cowards/ But I say that bushes,take wonderful shapes and sometimes they move in the wind."

It sounded like satire, and Moung Ko was a clever diplomatist. He had nearly persuaded me that I was tho victim of a delusion. A man recovering from a swoon may easily be cheated by shadows. I let the subject drop. It occurred to me later that Moung Ko was relieved to find that I did not insist on the reality of tho experience.

I had fallen into capital hands. If a tie of kinship or creed had existed, I could not have been better cared for. And at the end of a week I was able to move gingerly about with a crutch. My host now suggested migration to a zyat, or hostelry for travelers, hard by his pagoda, in a village of the lower plateau. I was perfectly willing to move. It would give me opportunities for becoming acquainted with the inhabitants of the district and with local customs and characteristics that were hitherto only matters of hearsay.

The man whet had laid me under so great an obligation was more and more a marvel and a mystery. His life, as gradually disclosed, seemed full of contradictions. It was abundantly clear that he was held in extreme reverence by the brethren of his order as well as by the villagers. But, with innate skepticism, I declined to thi^k that there was anything in his comn\on fame as a seer. Still, ho accepted the homage, and it was equally hard to believe him an impostor.

Your fulgar trickster does not devote himself to thewantsof a poor and primitive people as Moung Ko did*

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foe or reward, be was always at their service. He was strict—none more so, I learned—in fulfillment of the ritual of the pagodsu Yet, by the law, binding on phoonghies, he could possess no personal property and I h|d seen what I had seen. Perhaps I lingered in the district longer than I should otherwise hare dene because I wanted to fit an answer to my enigma.

Tragic circnmstanoes supplied it. The tribesmen of Upper Anapoora were turbulent and headstrong, ^nd it was one of Moung Ko's most difficult and delicate tasks to maintain peace, "There has always been a strife between mountain and plain. Two races touch in these hills," he said. "The fend will break out afresh one day in spite of me. Yes, and soon. I have heard the »ound of the dismal

wind—sighing in the air where no forest trees are. It will come, and then the vengeance falls and I go."

The sad eyes were gazing through the veil we all seek to pierce but" may not. Moung Ko was in boding contemplation of issues thaFas yet were below the horizon of his fellows.

I frowned at myself, for again I was conscious of a certain eerie impression, produced in defiance of reason, upon my mind. And, to an outsiders judgment, the sky had no clouds.

Although I was a guest, and not a prisoner, and although Moung Ko had expressly stated that he trusted me, it was a notion that grew in strength as the days went by that I was watched, and that Moung Ko preferred that I should not wander far afield.

Call it ingratitude, or the mere spirit of contrariness and self assertion, as you please, the fpet remains that, one fine morning, I secreted my revolver and a stock of ammunition upon my person and managed to elude the surveillance. I got up once more into the heights, and in the exhilarating sense of freedom snapped my fingers at

priest. The day was better chosen than at the first moment of my revolt I- guessed. While I was continuing and extending the exploration previously interrupted by my accident the storm broke. The peace had been treacherous after all. Some spark fell on the combustible material of race passion and tribal jealousy, and there was a disastrous outburst of sanguinary fury. But of this at the time, as I say, I was in ignorance. The Care that came to me was of different sort. When a declining sun -warned me to work my way downward if I did not wish to camp out, I made a blunder and took my bearings so- indifferently that I was lost.

Instead of striking the track I looked for, I had strayed into a desolate gulch, strewn'With the debris of mighty rocks shattered, no doubt, in some remote natural catastrophe. How to escape I knew not, except by the weary expedient of retracing my steps. A wall of adamant blocked the path in front. Suddenly I halted, in the cover of a huge bowlder. A mysterious figure, which I instantly recognized again, was at work amongst tho stones a little distance ahead, apparently burying treasure. I saw bundle after bundle pushed into a yawning hollow. With stupefied gaze I watched. What genius of Desert Mountain was this? Uncouth, dunrobed, dwarfish I do not wonder that, for a space, I believe in a being of other lineage than the human. But when the strange, squat figure moved off, I was sufficiently daring or sufficiently magnetized to follow.

Pursuit was unexpected, and stealth ruled my conduct. I was led by winding ways into yet another place of bewilderment. Of Burmese ruby mines I knew a little by report and reading. Now I was in one. On every side were tokens of the fact, abruptly realized, that caprice had brought me into one of nature's notable treasure houses. Astonishment induced carelessness. My foot overturned a stone, and my presence" was discovered.

It was an instant of curious crisis. And Infancy my unwilling guide was as uncertain of result as myself. But I was in light just then, and he was in shadow, and it gave him the advantage of quick knowledge. He came forward, not even pausing as he heard the click of my weapon, drawn against eventualities. Closer scrutiny revealed a deformed Burman boy, with the stamp equally of intelligence and suffering on his pinched, prematurely old countenance. And it was a startling thing that he called me at once by my name, without prefix or explanation. "What do you do here, Ho-Ton?" he asked in a shrill, troubled voice. "I want tho path to the lower village," I answered. "I have missed it."

At last I got a clew to much that was puzzling. "You are far out of your way. You can not reach the zyat to-night. It will bo better to stay in father's—in our cave again. Come." '-A

I obeyed the word and gesture, and a very few paces brought us through a steep descent on to my old ledge, and thus once again into the familiar quarters of Moung Ko's secret home.

My geni of the mine, then, was Moung Ko's son? "Hark!" said lie. And a terrified look came upon his countenance.

I listened, but could hear nothing. My senses were less acute than his. "Yes, yes it has coEne, as he said it would," the boy cried, smiting his breast. And his eyes dilated with fear. "What is your trouble?" I asked, though I could already guess. "Hark, I say, again!" lie answered in an agony "the wailing is louder 1 There is fighting below in the valley. Oh, will they kill him?"

Kill the loved and revered phoonghie, of whose lapses from orthodoxy there seemed no current suspicion! I thought it very unlikely. Yet the foreboding words of the seer echoed in my memory.

The eventide went in anxious watching and waiting. It was marvelous how the one touch of nature made us kin. But the boy spoke no word cf his past.

When the morrow dawned two anxious faces watched from the friendly veil of the bush wood the bend of the great valley. A solitary wayfarer came into view. Relief, ringing into exuberant joy, was in my companion's accents: "It is my father* He is safe," the poor lad said.

Alas! the gladness was doomed to a speedy eclipse. 1 thought that Moung Ko crept upwards slowly, and staggered as he walked. And once within the mountain fastness it was plain that his somber forecast had not been so false as we would "Willingly have believed.

Moung Ko looked at me first with consternation and then, I was almost sure, content. I know that, with genuine unselfishness, he wished me well A man was a man and a toother to MoungKo, whether he were Burman or Briton. It is the glory of the world-bond that in all lands there are these hearts loyal to hu-

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sank upon the floor. To the Boy's horror and my own we saw that his coarse robe was dyed crimson at the side he gripped so tightly. Moung Ko was wounded.

It was my tarn to play the surgeon, aided, as to appliances, by the devoted, despairing son. But my skill was infinitely below Moung Ko's. It was the patient's suggestions that I had to follow. "And it will be in vain," the old priest gasped, wearily, "the time is at hand. I have known it from the first. It is my fate, and I deserve it. Listen, and I will make the dark tiling clear. The law of the pagoda allows neophites to go back to the world if they like not the of the solitary. I was sent on a mission soon after I became a priest and they lost me. In another province I broke my vows for a woman's sake. I loved and married. But it was an unhappy match. My wife deserted me, and I understood that our babe was dead. Then I returned to

Anapoora'as if nothing had happened. It was my great transgression. The story I told was true, but only half the truth and so, in another sense, a lie. And I could not rest. I wandered much, and I found the mine—and this cave. It was occupied by—would you guess it?—my wife! She was hunting me to my disgrace, and death had overtaken her here. I could not save her. But we were reconciled, and she confessed that our son lived. I sought the child and I brought him here. We have been much together. Now I go."

There was a long breath, and then the story reached its end. "The hill men rose, as I knew from my visions they would do. They came against the village. Many houses have been burnt—the zyat among them. You escaped in time. I went into the fight— a man of peace, to stay the hand of the fratricide and, in the conclusion, the blow fell. It was not struck of intent, and I triumphed through the fact. I pointed to the stream of blood, pleaded my works for their welfare. Then I got away by a secret path—and it is all. Only—care for Dara Maillu—my poor boy!"

The voice died into silence. There was a soft sigh. I looked again, and Moung Ko's eyes, open as they were, saw no earthly scene. He was dead.

I kept the phoonghie's charge, and lived a cave life for many months, subsisting on the stores hidden 'where first I had found Dara Maillu. It seemed that traders came into these hills at certain seasons/and then rubies were exchanged for necessaries.

But Dara Maillu never recovered the shock of his father's loss. Before a year had passed around he had rejoined Moung Ko in the land of shadows. It was a gentle, painless fading away.

And thus I only was left with the secret of the Anapoora mine.—All the Year Round.

Tho Hamilton-Burr Duel.

Of the last hours of Alexander Hamilton the following is told: Mr. Pendleton raised his prostrate friend. Dr. Hosack found him sitting on* the grass, supported in the arms of his second, with the ghastliness of death upon his countenance. "This is a mortal wound, doctor," he gasped, arid sank away into a swoon. The doctor stripped up his clothes, and saw at a glance that the ball, which had entered his right side, must have penetrated a mortal part. Scarcely expecting him to revive, they conveyed him down among the large rocks to the shore, placed him tenderly in the boat and set off for the city. The doctor now used the usual restoratives, and the wounded man gradually revived. "He breathed," to quote the doctor's words "his eyes, hardly open, wandered without fixing upon any object. To our great joy he at length spoke. "My vision is indistinct," were his first words. His pulse became more perceptible, his respiration more regular, his sight returned. Soon after recovering his sight he appeared to cast his eye upon the case of pistols, and observing the one that he had had in his hand lying on the outside, he said: "Take care of that pistol. It is undischarged and still cocked it may go off and do harm. Pendleton knows" (attempting to turn his head towards him) "that I did not intend to fire at him."

Then he lay tranquil till he saw the boat was approaching the wharf. He said: "Let Mrs. Hamilton be immediately sent for let the event be gradually broke to her, but give her hopes." Looking up we saw his friend, Mr. Bayard, standing on the wharf in great agitation. He had been told by my servant that Gen. Hamilton, Mr. Pendleton and myself had crossed the river in a boat together, and too well he conjectured the fatal errand, and foreboded the dreadful result. Perceiving as we drew nearer that Mr. Pendleton and myself only sat up in the stern sheets, he clasped his hands together in the most violent apprehension but when I called to him to have a cot prepared and he at the same time saw his poor friend lying in the bottom of the boat, he threw up his eyes and burst into a flood of tears and lamentations. We then conveyed him as tenderly as possible up to the house (to Bayard's house, at Greenwich). The distress of his amiable family was su6h that till the first shock had abated they were scarcely able to summon fortitude enough to yield suffieient assistance to their dying friend.

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O.J N. Y. P. A O. R. R., [Erie,] and the C. C. C. A I. R'y," with the [Cincinnati east and Southwest, gives It an advantage over all Its competitors, for no route from Chicago, Lafayette or Indianapolis can make these connections without compelling passengers to submit to a long and disagreeable Omnlqus transfer for both passengers and k^?tirough Tickets and Baggage Checks to all Principal Polnte can be obtained at any Ticket office, C. 1. St. L. A C. Ry, also via this line at all Coupon Ticket Offices throughout the country.

JOHN EG AN,

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corner Washington Cincinnati, O, ana Meridian at. Ind'ols.

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94 Miles the Shortest and the Quickest.

CINCINNATI to NEW ORLEANS

Entire Train, IlaggageC»r. Lay Coaches and Sleeping Car# through Without Change. Direct connections at New Orleans and Shrevepcrt for Texas, Mexico and California. 110 Miles the Shortest, 3 hoars tbe Qulckext from CINCINNATI to JACK80NVTLLB, Fla.

Time 27 hours. Solid trains and throngh Sleeper* without change for ans class of passengers. Tbe Short Line between Cincinnati ana

Lexington, Ky., time, 2% hours Knoxvllie. Tenn., time. 12 hoar* Ashville, N.

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Advertisements first appearing In Che Sat- Cincinnati, O. mttifiliM A# T! a KDWARtM. A. P. A ttrtfay Israe go in the Thursday edition of next week without extra charge.

time, 17 hours

Chattanooga, Tenn.. time,411 hours Atlanta, Ga., time, 15 hours Birmingham, Ala., time 1J hours. Tbree Express Trains Dally. Pullman Boudoir Steeping Cars.

Trains leave Central

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Depot, CJ n«i»-

nati crossing tbe Famous High Bridge of Kentucky and rounding the base of JLookwit Moon tain.

Over one million acres of land in Alrtais*, the future great State of the South, sub-

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In which all Advertisements appear for t£e Ject to pre-emptloru Un»urpayed cUmals._ prieeof OKIE PAPER. 2S srtoeof ONE FAFER. Trav. Pa«! A«u, No.'« W. Fourth

street.

D. G. EDWARDS, G. P. AT. A

a a HARVEY, Vice President. cuioarjrAXz.i),

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