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THE ONE WHO
I don't think Til go in to town to see the
boya come back;
My bein' there would do no good in all that
jam and pack:
The
ere 11 be enough to welcome them to
cheer them when thev come
jA-marchlng bravely to the time that's beat
upon tne drum;
They'll never mi83 me in the crowd not one
of 'em will care
If, when the cheera are ringin loud, I'm not
, among tnem mere.
I went to see them march away I hollered
with the rest.
And didn't they look fine that day a-marchin'
lour abreast.
With my boy James up near the front, as
i nunasome as could be,
'And wavin' back a fond farewell to mother
and to me!
I vow my old knees trimbled so when they
had all got by,
'I had to jiat set down upon the. curbstone
;- V there and cry.
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Her hair was drawn back in little
Waves from her brow. Now and then
phe would raise her gentle eyes and
glance out through the pantry window
.toward the patch ot tall, waving
.hollyhocks that Jim had planted four
summers before. , She was kneading
douffh. and two or three lines she
stopped to scrape the clinging batter
;from her fingers with' the back of a
Case-knife.
She hummed a little old-fashioned
Jtune, emphasizing the "turn te turn"
with savage jabs at the rapidly hard
ening dough on the shelf-board before
her.
"Jane!"
i No reply!
j "Jane!"
The ungainly figure of a young girl
jjn gingham, her hair escaping in
strands the looselv tied knot at the
back of her head, appeared in the
pantry doorway. ...
"What d'ye want?"
I' "I want ye t' git them biscuit tins
out o' th' kitchen cubboard an' bring
'em in here t' me."
1 The girl slowly turned and sham
bled across the kitchen floor, the run
over heels of her old flippers clatter
ing on the white scrubbed boards as
she walked.
"I never see sich a girl," muttered
Mrs. Springer to herself. "Seems
" like a impossibility t' git any decent
help out here in. th' kents-y. All th'
.". girl3 that's good fer anything gits up
an' gits t' teown ez soon ez they're
th' right age t' be good fer anything.
Only them as is too lazy t' live is lef
fer us out here."
From the great lump of dough on
ihe board Mrs. Springer pulled little
lumps and rolled them into flabby
globes, which she placed in regular
lines on the bottom of the biscuit
tins.
j She had patted the last little lump
into a ball andf wedged it into a cor
ner of one of the- pans and stepped
,back to survey her work when through
the open doorway of the kitchen
. floated to her, on the cool September
air, the call, "Missus Springer! Oh,
Missus Springer!"
"Neow I'd like t' know who that
ds," she exclaimed as she crossed the
floor and pushed open the screen
'door.
j ' "Fer the Ian's sake, Zeke Evans,
hat be you a-wantin'?" ;
f She had stepped out on .the back
porch, all green and blue with cling
ing vines and open morning glories.
The little man in the light "rig"'
Wiped the perspiration from his brow
jand clambered out of the vehicle over
the wheel.
j He advanced toward Mrs. Springer
and extended a yellow envelope.
F'Thia kum las' night," he said, "jes
fore th' ten twenty arrove. Th' op
erator asked me t' fetch it. At fust
I thought I'd bring it right over, not
thinkin but what it might be trora
Jim. Then I sez t' myself, sez I,
Missus Springer'll be t' bed an better
Wait till mornin',' so I fetched it over
pu my way deown. ''
A 4 tl.A noma ".Tim" lTVa flnrinerar
hatched the bit of yellow paper and,
r ith fingers that wavered a little, tore
i . fcen the envelope.
i j Zeke waited.
j The envelope dropped to the floor
! of the porch. Mrs. Springer held the
tlispatch in her left hand and followed
the scrawled writing with the fore
sting sr of her right.
S One glance at the words, and she
cried out: "It's Jim. He's comin'
tome. It's from his capting sayin' he
has been sent home sick in th' care o'
Iwo other soldiers. He lef th camp
yesterday afternoon an'll be here airly
tomorrer mornin'."
i "Is they anything I kin do fer ye?"
flaked Zeke, a little tone of anxiety in
;-U3 voice.
"No, they ain't nawthin. An' 1
jion't believe I even thanked ye fer
fcringin' me this telegram, Zeke."
i Zeke blushed and stammered that
I'that was all right" and turned to
fclamber over the wheel again into his
,xig.".
. I Matilda Springer went back into the
kitchen and through the little passage
tfray into the front room. There by
rfShe half-curtained window, through
frhich Jhe sun rays had filtered on
iinothe September morning, long be
fore, and lighted the face of maa in
WON'T BE THERE.
And now they're coming home agent
record that they won
The
Was sich as shows we still have men when
men's work's to be done!
There wasn't one of 'em that flinched each
feller stood the test
Wherever they were sent they sailed right in
and done tnelr best!
They didn't go away to play; they knowed
what was in store;
But there's a grave somewhere, today, down
on tne uuoan snore:
I guess that I'll not go to town to see the
boys come In
I don't jist feel like mlxin' up in all that
crusn and din!
There'll be enough to welcome them to
cheer them when they come
A-marchiu' bravely to the time that's beat
, upon tne drum
And the boys'U never notice not one of 'em
will care.
For the soldier that would miss mo ain't
a-goin' to be there!
Cleveland Leader.
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a coffin, she read again the telegram:
"Jim is sick, and I have sent' two
members of the company along with
him." f
Mrs. Springer laid the telegram on
the table aud went over to the old
haircloth sofa. She sat there in the
semi-davkness for nearly an hour, and
when she arose she lifted. the corner
of her checked apron to her eyes and
wiped away the moisture that had
gathered in them.
A little smile of happiness, too great
even to give itself full expression,
curved her trembling lips, and as she
climbed the front stairs' and weut
along the hall to the door on the
right, at the end, she murmured to
herself so softly that the words were
lost in the noise of her footfalls:
"Jim'll be here tomorrer. Heow I
wish Ezry had a-Iived till neow, to
see his boy a-comm home
from th'
war t' me like he
thirty year ago."
She hesitated
come t' me niore'n
an instant before
door, and then, as
opeping that last
though it were an effort, she turned
the knob and stepped into the room.
Everything was just as he had left it.
The piu cushion top on the dresser
was a little dusty, and there were
flecks also on the woodwork of the
old bed and on the commode top.
His brush and comb lay on the bu
reau, just where he had left them when
he went away with the Thompsonville
company. A vest, even, hung over
the back of a caue-seated chair, and at
the head of the bed on the floor three
pairs of shoes and one of rubber
boots were ranged in a straight line.
The September sun entering the
room through the east window fell
upon the face of Mrs. Springer. It
was not the old face that had hung
over the dough downstairs. It was a
younger face now. The eyes were
not so tired. Maybe the moisture
made them look brighter. And she
smiled sweetly through the gathering
tears as she looked around that room
Jim's room.
She stood there by the head of the
bed for a moment, silent and unmoved;
then she laughed aloud and going to
the closet door threw it open and
peered inside, From the pegs she
took down a black cassimere suit,
Jim's best suit. "He'll need it neow.
Tain't nothin' but homesickness, I'll
bet, an' he'll be all right in a day or
two."
She laid the garments out on the
bed and brushed them with the stubby
whiskbroom that had . hung on the
wall, over the washstand. It was a
labor of love. When dusted, the
clothes were folded and laid on the
spread at the foot of the bed.
Mrs. Springer covered them with a
newspaper and going down stairs for
the broom, stopped a minute in the
doorway to smooth the "sham" that
hung from a frame over one pillow.
Returning, she swept the room thor
oughly, then dusted it and opened the
window and pulled back the chintz
curtains.
Then she went back downstairs.
All the rest of that day there was no
sharp word spoken to Jane, and as a
consequence tne girl waited even
slower than was her .usual custom.
Budd came up from the spring lot be
fore the biscuits were ready to be
slipped into the oven, and his mother
met him in the kitchen doorway.
"Jim's comin'," was all she said.
"Who tol ye?"
"Zeke brought a telegram t me
beout an hour ago. It said Jim was
sick an' two soldiers wus comin with
him an that he'd be here on that six
thirty-eight train in th' mornin'."
The younger brother of the soldier
thereupon relapsed into a dream of
the stories that would be told him ere
another week had passed. ' "Dew yew
suppose he'll bring any Spanish bul
lets?" he askecl.Snally.
That night when the rest of the
family and ail the help were asleep
Matilda Springer lay in her bed and
dreamed awake.
In her miud the vears unrolled be
fore her like a pa norama. She thought
of the day Ezra springer had asked
her to be his wife, of her acceptance.
It was under tne big shag hickory
tree down by the spring lot, and they
had gone a-uutting fogether. And
then the Avar- and his return.
Andtha their marriage and their
long, happy life thereafter. And Jim
the boy who twenty-two years ago
had come to them.
And then the war she thought
longest of that. Four months before
Jim had come to her, inflamed with
enthusiasm. All the boys in the
Thonipsonville company had signified
their willingness to go to the frout at
the call of the president. There
were ten vacancies in the company,
and could he go? It would be all over
in a month, and then he could come
back. Yes, he could if his country
needed him. She remembered how
she went down to Thompsonville one
summer morniug with Budd to see
Jim off to camp with his company.
He wrote her the night before the
regiment left for Cuba. Letters came
to her regularly for a while, and then,
of a sudden, they ceased. She thought
of those endless days of waiting for
just a word from him, her boy, her
Jini. And then at last, after centuries
it seemed to her, came the letter say
ing he had beeu iu the hospital with
the fever. She remembered how near
ly crazed she was after she read that
letter. Then came others saying he
was better, and then day after day
without a word, save once, when a
short note, scrawled on a bit of wrap
ping paper, came to her with the news
that his regiment was again in the
United States a,nd encamped some
where on the eastern coast. And at
last the dispatch of that morning
"Coming home " and sleep closed
her eyes.
At four o'clock Matilda Springer
arose. She hurriedly dressed and
called Budd. He went out aud hitched
up the two horses to the old democrat
wagon and removed the back seat.
He knew he would have to sit on the
bottom of the vehicle coming back
from the station, for Jim would be on
the front seat with his m6ther, and
there would have to be room behind
for the baggage. Budd thought of all
the implements of war . that would be
loaded into that wagon and wondered
if Jim would give him his gun and
canteen.
He led the horses up to the back
porch and called to his mother. She
came out dressed in a brown poplin,
and on her wavy gray hair rested her
best bonnet, a little affair of jet with
violets on one tide and strings to tie
under the chin. Around her shoul
ders she had wrapped a shawl.
"I I can't hardly wait," she said,
half to herself.
Budd helped her into the wagon
aud climbed in after her. He drove
over the dusty country road and
across the old wooden bridge with one
hand holding the reins, for she clasped
the other. She did not speak often
during that drive. There are times
when the heart is too full to allow of
the forming of words. This was one
of those times. The mother's heart
was filled to overflowing with love for
that boy whose face she had not seen
for so many, many weary weeks, whose
brown eyes had not looked down at
her for oh, so long.
The wagon rolled down the last
hill in the road and around the curve
at the bottom. Budd drew up the
horses at the depot rdatform. "Yew
stay here an' hold 'em," said his
mother. "I'll go over there an' sit
on that truck til' th' train comes."
She got out of the conveyance and
walked around the station house to
the other side. Unobserved by Budd
she wiped her eyes, and then she sat
down on the truck.
By and by the young agent came
aud unlocked the door of the building
and went inside. Out upon the cool
morning airwas wafted the "click,
click" of the telegraph instrument.
Mrs. Springer rose from her seat
and entering the building walked over
to the ticket window.
"Ja th' train from th' north on
time?" she asked.
"Three minutes late at Silver Lake,"
was the answer.
"Heow long afore it's due?" There
was a little tremor in the voice.
"It'll be here in eighteen miautes,"
the operator replied.
By and by from away up the track
came the rumble of an approaching
train. Nearer and nearer, and then
around the" curve above the station
the engine swerved.
The bell clanged, and the train
stopped. Mrs. Springer ran back
to the passenger coaches. One or
two sleepy heads were poked out
of the windows, but no one got off.
The woman's jaw fell. No, there was
no one in the rear cars for Evans
Crossing,' the brakeman told her.
"Ain't they some soldiers?" she
cried, her face all white.
"Oh, soldiers,", he said, "they's
some up in the baggage car."
The woman turned and ran down
the platform. As she reached the
forward end of the first passenger
coach two soldiers lifted a long pine
box from the car ahead aud laid it on
the platform.
The woman cried out to them,
"Where's Jim, my boy Jim? He was
comin ou tnis train: Where is iier
"Who?" asked' one of the men iu
uniform, quietly.
"My boy, Jim Springer."
The soldier did not answer, ne
stooped and glanced down at the little
white card tacked on the lid of ,the
long pine box.
"I can't tell l:er,Biil,"he whispered
to his companion.
The engine bell rang.
The train was moving.
"Why why why don't you tell
me?" cried the woman.
She rushed toward the two men.
She glanced down at the box. The
card caught her eye. She leaned
over and read the words written there.
Then she stood up straight, her face
white, her mouth open, her eyes star
ing at nothing.
A cry cut the air a keen, piercing,
gashing cry and the woman fell upon
her knees beside that box and throw
ing her arms over the top sobbed and
beat her head agaiust the , lid and
scratched the rough boards with her
nails.
And just then the sun broke through
the clouds, and the dew drops on the
grass, the leaves, the trees aud every
where 8)arkled like diamonds. All
nature seemed to mock a mother's
agony. Detroit Free Press.
BAY STATE'S SECOND CITY.
Rivalry for the Honor Finally Settled Id
Favor of Worcester.
Under the subdivision made by the
United States census officials there
are four classes of cities in the United
States. The cities of the first class
are those having more than 400,000
population, the cities of the second
class those having between 100,000
and 400,000 people, the cities of the
third class those haviug between 50,
000 and 100,000 inhabitants, and the
cities of the fourth class those having
fewer than 50,00"0 inhabitants. Mas
sachusetts is one of the few states
which had under the last census no
second-class cities. Its chief city, as
well as its capital, port of entry and
literary headquarters,-is the city of
Boston. Following Boston there is a
break, a sort of urban vacuum, and
then appear some cities of the third
class, grouped so closely together as
to be rivals for the distinction of sec
ond place. By the census of 1890
these cities were Worcester, with 84,
000 population; Lowell, with 77,000;
Fall River with 74, 000 and Cambridge
with 70,000. Among the fourth class
cities of Massachusetts by the same
census were Lawrence, New Bedford,
Spriugfield, Somerville, Holyoke,
Salem, Chelsea, Haverhill, Brockton
and Taunton.
Since the taking of the last Federal
census the growth in population of
Massachusetts cities has been very un
equal. Into some there has been a
large immigration; in others there has
been a considerable reduction in yop
ulation through the prostration of
manufacturing interests in the bay
state. The population of Massachu
setts cities'has, to a considerable ex
tent, been shifting of late years
through the migratory ways of the
French Canadians. According to the
last census there were more than 15,
000 French Canadians in Fall River,
nearly 16,000 in Lowell, 5500 in Wor
cester, 7200 in Cambridge, 7000 in
Holyoke, 4300 in Lawrence, 4100 in
Somerville, 4100 in New Bedford and
2700 in Springfield. Having few
of the ties of association, which are
strong among the native New Eng
enders, they move from place tq
place as material interests seem to
dictate, and thus make difficult accu
rate computations of the city popula
tion iu Massachusetts. The recent
state census of Massachusetts has de
termined the honor of second place as
between Worcester, Fall River and
Lowell. It shows that Worcester is
the second largest city in the state.
Fall River comes next, and then Low
ell aud the other cits follow. The
city of Worcester has . come recently
iuto more than usual prominence by
reason of the fact 'that it is the Massa
chusetts city which has the largest
proportion of native American inhab
itants, and its growth is, therefore, a
normal one, not affected by immigra
tion. New York Sun.
A Sad IMsappolntmenr,
They had surrounded him, had the
patriotic women, this hero of the
Fighting 13th. He had a most engag
ing limp.
"Was it done by one of those
dreadful mauser bullets?" asked the
tall bloude with the eyeglasses.
"Will you be crippled for life?"
queried the plump brunette.
"I suppose he was shot while car
rying a wounded comrade off the
field?" gushed the romantic maiden.
The crippled veteran, as modest as
he was brave, was visibly embarrassed
by these tributes from the fair. As
soon as he could control his emotion,
he remarked, simply :
"Ah, g'wau! 'faint nawthin' but'
a boil on me knee." Buffalo Ex
press. Pike and Eagle at One Catch.
Dr. Charles Woodward of New
Egypt, N. J., went fishing for pike in
a pond near that village the other
day. The fish were not biting freely
and the doctor had about concluded to
go home when he felt a bite on hi3
line. Just as he got the fish out of
water au eagle flew over his head and
the next instant had the pike in iti
grasp and started to fly si-ay with it.
By hard pulling Dr. Woodward drew
his double catch to the boat. The
eagle showed tight and Dr. Woodward
attacked it with an oar, finally killing
it. It measured seven feet from tip
to tip of its wings. Dr. Woodward
got the pike also, New Yorfc S'4C
SCIENTIFIC SCRAPS.
The annual increase of the German
nation during the last five years haa
'been more than five times as much as
that of the French.
No deep-sea sounding is now con
sidered trustworthy unless a sample of
the bottom is brought up by the sound
ing apparatus, as evidence that the
lead has reached the solid ground.
Entomologists of the department of
agriculture have discovered that the
destroyers of silver maples are being
themselves destroyed by the coccopha
gus Iecanii, a small internal parasite.
Kohlmann Rosental, an English
man, and Dr. Von Komocki, a Berlin
chemist, assert that they have invented
a match that will strike anywhere,
and no phosphorus is used in it. This
invention, they say, will do away with
the horrors of .necrosis, to which em
ployes in match factories are subject.
An invention, now in practical use,
that is destined to revolutionize the
present system of aerating milk and
water consists of a specially con
structed bottle and a portable steel
capsule charged with carbonic acid
gas. The capsule is fitted into the
neck of the bottle aud the screwing
on of the stopper liberates the gas,
which is forced into the liquid con
tents of the bottle.
AMERICAN LANTERNS.
Carried "Wherever Lanterns Are Used
All Over the World.
American lanterns are exported to
all the countries of the world where
lanterns are used. Many are sent tc
South Africa and to South AmericA,
to Australia and New Zealand, and
Borne are sold in Asia. Few, propor
tionately, are sent to Europe.
Kerosene oil is now commonly
burned iu lanterns all over the world.
There are no lanterns made nowa
days for caudles only, but there are
exported to South Africa some lan
terns made so that either candles or
oil. may be burned in them. They are
provided with a caudle socket which
may be set down into the oil reser
voir, the wick-holder having been re
moved. By removing the candle
socket and screwing in the wick hold
er the lantern is made ready to burn
oil. Excepting railroad and other
lanterns made nowadays are of the
kind known as tubular, first intro
duced about thirty years ago, and
now inade in various modifications as'
to detail, the tubular part of the lan
tern being designed with a view to
producing better combustion and a
brighter light. The lanterns made
for ordinary uses are produced in
about forty styles.
The American lanterns are the light
est, the slightest in appearance and
the best adapted to their use, and
they are sold cheaper than lanterns
of equal quality produced elsewhere.
There are large establishments in this
country making lanterns only. It is
probable that more lanterns are now
exported from this country than from
either England or Germany, and the
exports of American lanterns are in
creasing. New York Sun.
A New Kind of Fuel.
Those concerned in the coal indus
try will be interested to know that a
new form of fuel is being suggested
from one of the colonies. It is offi
cially reported from Barbados that the
island is commencing to export "man
jak" or "glance pitch," which is a
product of the nature of petroleum in
a bituminous form, and when mixed
with infusorial earth cau.be used for
fuel. It is found in veins, like coal
seams, and ha3 very. great heating
powers when ground into fine dust.
Its principal drawback is its extreme
ly low melting point; and scientists
are endeavoring to find a substance
with which it can be properly com
bined for purposes of steam fuel.
One or two shafts have been sunk in
various places on the northern end of
the island, and a considerable quantity
has been extracted. Some has been
used on railway locomotives, more or
less successfully, and ou some of the
sugar estates . to economize their ex
penditure in coal. Eight hundred
and seventy-eight tons were exported
last year, of which 571 went to the
United States and 250 to the United
Kingdom. Its value is given at $10
per ton.
There is the indication of the pres
ence of a large quantity of this mate
rial in the island, and it remains to be
seen whpther it can 'be successfully
developed; but Barbados has the great
advantage of cheap labor, and of the
presence on the same ground of the
infusorial earth with which it is mixed
to become marketable. It is further
to be noted that there are indications
also in Barbados of oil-bearing rock,
with a large percentage of petroleum.
Florida Times-Union.
Mineral Wealth About Santiago.
The mountains about Santiago,Cnba,
are rich in iron aud manganese, and
valuable mines of both these ores are
owned by American companies. The
annual exportation of iron to the blast
furnaces of Pennsylvania and Mary
land has been nearly 400.000 ions.
The ores of manganese ari almost as
valuable as those of Russia. Cuba
contains also considerable deposits of
copper and was once famous for gold.
A REST.
A resting spell approaches now; " 1
We seo the end at last.
They've put the laurel on the brow
Of each brave man who passed.
We'va watched the prtm events that stalkeJ
An i feared what came behind.
And each has paid, or cheered or talked.
According to his kind. ,
'Through pages, marching day and night, I
We've traced the army's ways,
And faltered, sometimes, in the fight
. With x's, gs and j's. I
These ills, with heavier woes are gone,
And now each thankful chap .
May lay aside his lexicon
And put away the map.
Washington Star.
HUMOROUS. '
Patient Oh, doctor, if I could onb
die. Doctor I'm doing my best foi
you.
' "Who is best man at the wedding?" t
"The clergyman, of course; he geti
para.
"What made the audience hiss
that vegetarian lecturer?" "He said
he would deliver a meaty discourse."
"Blykins has his own way in hil
house." "Yes. But his wife al way l
tells him what is going to be before
hand."
"How your baby's legs did gro
dowu in the country." "Yes; hi
chased roosters from morning till
night." . -
"How often do you want me to teU
you not to make that noise, Johnnie?"
said the father. "I would rather you
wouldn't tell me at all," repjied Jack.
Irascible Lieutenant (down engina
room tube) Is there a blithering idiot
at the end of thi3 tube? Voice from
the Engine Room Not at this end,
sir. ' 1
"My dog is almost as intelligent aa
I am," remarked Squildig. "Are you
going to have him shot, or will yoa
try to give him away?" asked Mc
Swiiligen. "Do "you know what will happen
to you if you don't hand that apple
over right away?" said the big-boy to
the little boy. " And the little boy
gave it up. ;
" Pupil What, in your opinion, pro
fessor, is the most difficult mathemat
ical problem? Poor Professor (grim
ly) Trying to make both ends meet,
my dear sir.
, After a quarrel with his wife,. who
violently expressed a wish that ha
were dead, an Irishman said: Bedad,
I'll take good care you're no widow
as long as! live !" ,
"They say that Mrs. Bondly throws
on a great deal of agoiiy since they
became suddenly rich." "Well, rather.
That woman used to walk in her sleep.
Now she gets up and rides a chainlesa
bicycle or orders a carriage."
Wallace I see that the aeronauts
have discovered that a woman's voica
ascends to twice the height attained
by man's. Ferry I wonder if that
is the reason so many men let th.'ir
wives do all the praying?
A shrewd old lady cautioned her
married daughter against worrying
her husband too much, and concluded
by saying: "My child', a man is likav
an egg. Kept in hot water a little
while, he may boil soft; but keep him
there too long and he hardens.
A lawyer noted for his laconic style
of expression sent the following terse
aud witty note to a refractory client,
who paid no attention to reiterated
demands for the payment of his bill:
"Sir If you pay the enclosed bill,
you will oblige me. If you don't, I
shall oblige you."
Mrs. Prentice How do you always
manage to have such delicious beef?
Mrs. Bywell I select a good, honest
butcher, aud then stand by him.
Mrs. Prentice You mean that you
give him all your trade? Mrs. By
well No; I mean that I stand by him
urhiln lift 19 fiittririfr tlio maat.
Ererclning on a Man-o'-War.
Walter Russell, an attist with the
fleet, contributes to the 'Century aa
illustrated article entitled "Incidents
of the Cuban Blockade." Mr Russell
eays: During quarters the various
exercises and emergency drills are
gone through with, including sword
practice, bayonet drill, physical exer
cises for straightening the figure and!
expanding the chest, boarding drill,
fire drill, collisio'n drill and- many
others. A huge mat, weighing per
haps 500 pounds, is brought up on
deck, heavetl gver the side and held
there within 60 seconds after the or
der is given. Should a Spanish ship
tarn one of ours, this mat would be
thrown over the aperture made in the
side and held there "by the pressure of
the water. Again, lines of hose are
run out and connected, a wheel is
turned and a strong stream or water
floods the deck immediately. In a
very few seconds 20 streams of water
can be directed upon any part of the
ship. '
Suddenly the band plays a lively
march, and the order for the rua
around is given. Jackie likes this. It "
is his exercise. It is to him what wheel
ing is to a landsman. It is his oppor
tunity of moving a little faster than f
usual. Iu double quick time each
section runs in an ellipse for five ruin
ates, the Hue of sailors being usually
barefooted at this time of the day.
They douge in out of the sunlight aaci
hadow, laughing and showing thtir
gaiety of feeling, ...