Evening Star Newspaper, May 12, 1894, Page 19

THE WRECK ON THE REEF. THE OLD KEARSARGE The Passing of the Historic Fight- ing Ship. THE SCENE ON RONCADOR REEF ‘Snap Shots at the Wreck and the Scenes About It. ‘EFFORTS TO PRESERVE RELICS ipecial Correspondence of The Evening Star. NEW YORK, May 10, 1804. HE CARIBBEAN se What a vague and indefinite mean- ing is conveyed to the most of us by the name of those known and sailed over today than three or four hun- dred years .ago when Cortez, Piz- zaro, Balboa, were making their famous discoveries that brought new conti- its to the knowledge of mankind. But » only when a railway is run over the mus; or new schemes for a canal, that ever materialize, fill the air; or a disaster, as we are going to relate, has hap- ed ts attention called to this port-of the ia once so famous, but at present all it forgotten. In the big loop formed by the coast line Nicaragua, Costa Rica and Panama, as jpproaches South America, about 250 from Bluefields of the former, and same distance from Colon in the latter of these states; in north latitude 13 minutes, BS seconds, and west longitude 80 minutes, 5 as, we find put down on the charts a | reef and bay, which the Spaniards Roncador, or the shores. Danger- ‘ous currents from one to two knots an hour are all about, so dangerous, in fact, ware these currents that vessels sailing from [the West Indies to the Isthmus ports, though giving the reef a wide berth, often find themselves all but on, if not quite ‘ghrown, upon the reef hard and fast. Such Mas the catastrophe that awaited the faraway waters! less | much had been accomplished and secure the copper bolts that, having been loosened, would be lying on the bottom. These thé natives were after, as copper brought 12 1-2 cents @ pound in Jamaica, and some of the bolts weighing three or four pounds, it was like finding quarter and half dollars scat- tered about. As ny of the bolts were marked “U. S. N.,” with the year, the men of the crew also wanted them for relics, so a lively time followed to see who should reach the scene first. As the water was up to our knees, those with the longest legs apparentiy had the advantage, but the bot- tom was most uneven and full of holes, erd often those in the lead would suddenly di appear, or a big wave coming in, tumble the men over, carrying them quite in an- Admiral Stanton’s Headquarters. other direction. The crews worked at these two pieces of wreck all the day, and be- tween times let us pay a visit to the key, about a mile away from the point where | the Kearsarge struck. We will get Capt. Taylor, one of the natives, a man standing six feet seven inches, to row us along in his dug-out; a boat pointed at both ends nd hollowed out of a single log; it is light and rides through the breakers easily, though all were drenched to the skin, and we were constantly bailing it out. The key was only a small stretch of sand and brain- coral, thirty or forty acres perhaps, rising, out of the water, a matter of seven or eight feet, not a living tree, shrub or plant to be seen on it, save a species of hardy rose. The headquarters of Admiral Stanton were still standing, for it was on this wilderness, in the midst of the waters, that the officers and the crew of the Kearsarge lived for more than eight days until taken off by the “City of Paris and brought to America. As one stood at the entrance of these quarters and looked at the sand it seemed to move. Oh! it's only the crabs, laughed | the Heutenant. Sometimes in the right they used to turn up in such numbers as to fairly drive us out. Millions tn Birds. Admiral Stanton has certainly had a vari- ety of experiences within the last year, but it is to be doubted if he ever had more | unique quarters than on the reef of Ron- cador in the Caribbean sea. The interest- ing thing of the island, beside the well of fresh water that bubbled up between the nd, a trifle brackish, but otherwise palat- le and even refreshing in the hot sun, was the millions of birds, birds, birds, everywhere. It was the hatching time and the mother birds refused to leave the young as one walked about between the nests. TRYING TO SAVE TIMBERS. -—_— famous old war ship Kearsarge, as she @ailed from Port-au-Prince, Hayti, on Jan- uary 30, IS04, for Blueflelds, Nicaragua, go- img ashore on the evening of February 2, 1s04, Efforts to Raise the Kearsarge. So great was the feeling of regret that wept over the country at the news of the Joss of the famous old ship that Congress, ‘in response to the feeling expressed on all wides, authorized an appropriation, to see if 4t were not possible. t raise her and bring hher once more into port. The Boston Tow Beat Company received the contract, and their steamship Orion, under the command of Capt. Smith, was immediately put into ieervice, fitted out with all the necessary xing apparatus, boilers, pumps, en+ _ driving gear, &c., &c., and with a ‘large crew proceeded at oc to the scene of the wreck. So much of late has been writ- a about the history of the old Kearsarge and the famous scenes in which she played such a glorious part that all must be fa- tiliar with these narratives of past events, @nd it was a great shock for those who Stood on board the steamsh{p Orion, as they approached Roncador Reef, to find that the object of their expedition was to be vain. So little of the cld Kearsarge was ft that, as you look at the photograph taken on the spot, only two black masses geen in the surf are visible, one being the Bters the other the boilers. The breakers in with thundering noise, and after the ship had been looted and burned to the water's edge, had broken it quite to pieces. rom all reports this looting and burning jadi been done only ten days or so before the Orion arrived, possibly in expectation of her arrival, for when the expedition feached Roncador a fleet of small schoon- ers was found, whose crews, ostensibly fishermen, were busily at work on what bits of wreck remained, extracting the cop- ber bolts fastening the timbers together. With the Ald of Dynamite. Lieut. Force, representing the govern- ment, being anxious to secure what live oad timbers he could, to carry back to Washing- ten, proceeded to blow up, with dynamite, two pieces of the port side, which, having been broken off by the waves and washed further upon the reef, were lying within the second lire of breakers. One of these pieces was eighty feet long by wide, the other about six a All hands joined in, work: ermen, the native wreckers (or ete. Dynamite cartridges were and there, the battery carried to a in_one of the boats, and the discharges set off from there. Immediately after the ex- Mlosiens, @ wild race followed to see how distance | They were a large web-footed fowl, a species | of sea gull, called “boobies.” The older birds were black, with sharp beaks, and pecked at one savagely if they came too near, while the young were lik is of snow. There had been guano once on this island and the walls of the huts were still standing, made out of the brain coral, in which the men lived who were left here to dig it; but the last three who were left died, it is supposed of starvation, so the huts have gone to pieces, with only the walls remaining. In the shallow waters the fish, in large quantities, were darting about, and many turtles were seen. There are two species—one the green turtle, for ting, the other with the shell that is so much sought after and prized. About 5 o'clock in the afternoon it was decided to leave, enough timber having been secured, and the natives in the schoon- ers bringing various things they had se- cured—among them some old jackets and uniforms, quite in shreds, but with the brass buttons still on. An interesting dis- covery was then made—that, though the buttons were on American uniforms, yet they were all made in London, having the English stamp on their back. It strikes one as being a bit curious that the United States, who builds her own vessels and fits them out in her own navy yards, should be | called upon to go to London for the decora- tion of the officers’ coats. “Brass buttons” | are potent talismen at all times and in a: Farts of the world, but would it not be bet- | ter at least to have them made at home? An old bayonet, a dinner bell, and a few cther small things were all that was found, save the copper bolts and the timbers that were to go to Washington. The natives in the schooners seemed respectable enough, all speaking English and flying the English | flag. Some had been to the wreck before, |and procured valuable cargoes of stores, &c. It was in the hopes of another such haul they had returned, but, experiencing | bad weather, they were compelled to lay off | & Week or ten days, and then, as they ap- | proached the reef, they found the sea cov- ered with charred timbers, and on reaching Roncador found the Kearsarge in exactly the condition she was when the Orion ar- rived, three days afterward. At sunset on Friday, April 22, the Orion steamed away from’ Roncador. As the anchor was being raised the natives inti- mated that it would be very acceptable to them if the Orion should follow the Kear- sarge’s exaraple. “It’s not often we get such a haul!” said they with a laugh, in waving good-bye. Capt. Smith, however, |had no idea of losing his ship, and the Orion steamed slowly away, leaving, alas! the old Kearsarge strewn upon the bosom of the ocean as the ashes of the faithful Fela pecken tren the waters of the Jang: ever again to be unit semblat.ce of body or form, ‘4 !to any By using Hall's Hair Rene | discolored hair assumes the natu: (and grows luxuriant and strong. gray, faded or color of youth, pleasing every- THE. EVENING STAR, SATURDAY, MAY 12, 1894—TWENTY PAGES. A HALLOWED SPOT The Government to Erect a Monu- ment on Wakefield Farm. 10 MARK WASHINGTON'S BIRTHPLACE Constructing a Wharf to Make the Spot Accessible. REMAINS OF THE OLD HOUSE Written for The Frening Star. OW THAT THE PA- {| trlotic wonen of the land have done jus- tice to the memory of Mary, the mother of Washington, »: cs ing a nobie hs ment over her grave, the Americun people will be interested to learn that in a simi- jar line the federal government is about to render further jus~ tice, though long de- ferred, to the memory of Washington him- | self by suitably marking his birthplace. That celebrated spot, practicully neglect- ed for 163 years, is situated sixty-five miles down the Potomac from Washington, Westmoreland county, Virginia, and its pe- cullar situation renders the execution of the task of marking it more difficult than the undertaking so creditably carried out this week at Fredericksburg by the ladies of the National Mary Washington Memorial As- sociation. There is no means of access to the historic place, and the ground facing the Potomac is oozy and marshy, and to ef- fect a landing by river steamer is almost impossible. The distance, too, from the shore of the Potomac to Washington's birth site is considerable, and there is no udeq iate road leading to it. Consequently, the work contemplated is three-fold—first, the build- ing of a wharf for landing; second, the con- struction of a passable road, and third, the erection of a suitable memorial to mark the place of our first President's nativity. Nev- ertheless, after many delays and fruitless efforts, the national duty in this regard is now in a fair way of being performed speedily and in a manner satisfactory to every sdmirer of the father of his country. The work is in fact already begun. On the 23d of April preparations for cunstruct- ing the wharf were commenced, when the first consignment of materials was un- loaded on the bank of the Potomac near Wirt’s landing, and on the 24th the first pile was driven into the water for a foun- Design Proposed tor Mark the Site of Wa: irthplace. dation. The contract for the wharf was jet last fall to a Philadelphia construction company at $9,850, and the supervision of the contractors was intrusted to Col. John M. Wilson, U. S. A., the officer in charge of the Executive Mansion and of the public buildings and grounds in Washington. The wharf will be built near the junction of Bridges creek and the Potomac, on the left bank. It will resemble the wharves con structed by the Navy Department at Key West, Fla., and Newport, R. 1, and will consist of cast-iron screw piles sunk into the river bottom, with a timber deck. It will measure 1,050 feet long by 16 feet wide, with a head 40 by 60 feet. It will be both durable and sightly, and will give easy ac- cess from the Potomac to Wakefield, the historic Washingtoh farm, and allow com- fortable transit from the shore to the spot where Washington was born. The work will be pushed rapidly from now forward, nd the chances are that {t will be finished scme time in July next, although the con- tract does not require its completion until August. Near the steamboat larding and close by Bridges creek is the old Washington family vault, coutaining the bones of Washington's father, Augustine Washington, and of Au- gustine Washington's first wife, and of some of his ancestors. This vault will be inclosed in some suitable way, as an inci- dent to the general project, to prevent the further desecration by predatory tourists of the remains and the stone slabs covering them. From the wharf at Bridges creek an improved roadway will be made and inclosed by a fence on either side, lead- ing southwestward and southward a mile and a half to the site of Washington's birth- Place, Wakefield house, on the bank of Pope's creek, a wide arm of the Potomac. Nothing now remains of this house but the foundation walls, flush with the ground. The landscape surrounding the site is not Particularly attractive at present, but with proper ing, planting and improvement it could doubtless be transformed into a handsome park. It is like any common fal- Jow field, covered at irregular intervals with grass and weeds, and here and there dotted with clumps of wild fig bushes, ragged pine trees, hemlocks and shapely cedars. On the spot where the old Wakefield house stood, a flat-sided freestone slab was place in fillal devotion in the year 1815 by steorge Washington Parke Custis, Washington's adopted son, bearing this inscription: HERE On the 22nd February, 1731, GEORGE WASHINGTON WAS BORN. As late as 1854 this slab was still intact, but with the action of time and the depre- dations of relic hunters it is now no longer After the death of Augustine Washington the Wakefield property was inherited by his son, Augustine, jr., George's next youngest brother, on attaining his majority. Years afterward it came into the possession of Col. Lewis W. Washington, when a reservation was made of the spot which the old house had occupied. In 1858 this reservation, together with the burial plot at Bridges creek, was presented to the state of Virginia by its owner, upon condi- tion that the place be inclosed and a fitting monument inscribed as the birthplace of Washington. But this was not done, and subsequently the Virginia legislature ceded back the reservation to the last owner, Mr. John E. Wilson, the husband of Betty Washington, whose grandfather was Wm. Augustine Washington, the half-nephew of George. In 1879 the need of a proper memorial to mark the Washington birth site was called to the attention of Congress, and in June of that year an appropriation of $3,000 was granted for a monument, to be erected under the supervision of the Secretary of State. In the early spring of 1880 William M. Evarts, then Secretary of State, and much interested in the success of the project, visited the place and exerted him- if in the consideration of plans and de- signs for the monument. In May follow- ing he reported to the House of Represen- tatives his opinion that $30,000, instead of $3,000, would be necessary to provide such @ structure as the nature and dignity of the subject demanded, and, as a result, the appropriation was increased by Congress in February, 1884, to the higher figure, and preliminary steps were at once taken to carry the plan out. Portions of the Wakefield farm, with a rude roadway leading from the landing, and family vault at Bridges creek to the birth site on Pope's creek, were then purchased from Mr. Wilson, the last owner, at a cost of about $4,000, and subsequently a survey of the property and river shore was made by Col. Thomas L. Casey of the engineer corps of the army, now brigadier general and chief of engineers. Col. Casey theze- upon reported that the land secured by the government could be inclosed at a reasonable cost by 19,000 feet of wire tence, in| and that it was practicable to construct a wharf on the bank of the Potomac in nine feet of water, suitable for the landing of ordinary river steamboats. Still, from one cause and another, nothing further was done just then, and the project was allowed to drop, until February of last year, when Congress authorized the use of $11,186 of the $30,000 already appropriated, in con- structing a wharf as a means of approach to the proposed monument. Fortunately by this legislation the difficulties that had stood in the way of carrying out the original project were removed, and the gov- ernment officials were enabled to go about the work in the right way, since by making the landing first, the materials necessary for the monument could be transported by water more easily and cheaply than by an overland route, and the monument would then be accessible to visitors, whereas with- out the landing it would be exceedingly difficult of approach, Secretary Evarts on returning from his visit to Wakefield farm in 1880 reported that the only trace of the old house then remaining was a ruined hearthstone and chimney. This chimney, however, while generally believed to have belonged to the original dwelling, is declared by Mrs. Ella Bassett Washington, the granddaughter of Washington’s only’ sister, Betty Lewis— who was also born in the same place—to have been really a part of a cabin at the rear of the Wakefield house proper, oc- cupied by the servants attached to the main establishment. This would seem to be ‘the fact, for recently certain govern- ment engineers, acting under authority from the Department of State, sueceeded in | locating and uncovering the original foun. | dations of the main building. ‘The only thing that can now be seen, on casual in- spection, to indicate the presence of the historic building of the olden time, is a little pile of broken bricks. From all accounts, the old Wakefield “mansion” was, in truth, but a very ordin- ary farm house, even in its primitive day. But there is little question but that the hero-mother and her worthy husband lived an ideal country life there, In the midst of thetr prosperous plantation, attended by the usual complement of slaves, and dis. | Pensing to all comers the generous hos. | pitslity characteristic of the old Virginia | families in colonial days. The most dis- tinctive features of the house were its im- mense chimneys on each end, built from Waketield, Va., Washington's Birth- place. the ground, on the outside of the frame | dwelling—so large, indeed, as to make the house look disproportionately small in com- parison with them. Each wide fireplace ts said to have had capacity sufficient for a cord of wood at one time. The building rad but one floor and an attic under the | big hip-roof, which was broken by dormer windows to admit the light. At the front Was a wide porch, extending the whole width of the house. On the right side of } the entrance was the parlor, and its fire- | place was decorated, after the fashion of that time in the dwellings of the well-to-do, with blue Dutch tiles of quaint design. There were but three other rooms of fair size on the first floor, the largest being in the one-story extension at the back, used as a sleeping chamber by Augustine and Mary. In that comparatively humble room the greatest American was born, February 22, 1731. There also, besides his sister Betty, who was born in June, 1738, his brother Samuel first saw the light, in No- vember, 1734. The house stood back about a hundred yards from the bank of Pope's creek and about half a mile southwest from the Po- tomac in a straight line. The plantation was a triangular-shaped track, bounded by the Potomac and Bridges and Pope's creeks, and comprised somewhat over 1,000 acres of wood and bottom land, on which were pro- duced large crops of tobacco for export. The trading vessels of that day being most- ly of light draught, no difficulty was en- countered in mooring close to shore and taking on their cargoes of tobacco direct from the fields where the weed had been produced. When George Washington was but little over four years old the historic house was accidentally destroyed by fire. The burn- ing happened on a windy day in April, 1735. The slaves in the yard were burning brush and other “trash, spring, when suddenly some sparks were carried from the burning heap to the dry 19 WRITTEN FOR THE EVENING STAR BY HOW- ARD FIELDING. (Copyright, 1894, by Bacheller, Johnson & ‘Bacheller.) CHAPTER V. a? ne ARGUMENTS by which Lawrence Bangs was induced to yield to his brother’s wishes are not essential to this narrative. It is enough that the reader should know that the famous young man was in reality one-tenth himself and _ nine- tenths Paddy O'- Toole. Neither is it important to explain here the machinery by which the trick was played. It was very simple. Harry Bangs rented a house in New Haven, and Law:ence and Paddy lived there with him. There was no other occupant except an old woman who acted as housekeeper. Lawrence was visible during the earlier hours of the day. At the close of recitations he went home and ceased to exist. Paddy took his place. One of them was always in the house, hidden from mortal view, while the other played the part of student or athlete in the college world. These details may be passed over with mere mention, but there is one point which needs a serious consideration. It may be that to the reader this scheme of dual personality will appear objectionable on the ground taken by Lawrence Bangs at first; namely, that it is not honest. If such ig his view he must remember that this is an isolated case. It is absolutely exceptional, and has no bearing upon the question of the purity of college athletics. There is, in reality, no such question at all. If there is anything in men’s later dealings with one anothe> which is so honest, pure and manly as college sport, it has cleverly eluded the writer's observation. If there is any tendency to take an unfair advantage, it does not come from the boys themselves, but from men who, since leaving college, have arrived at “business principles” by a process which is very properly called “com- ing down.” And even business principles and the recognition of the fact that a victorious team of athletes is a good ad- vertisement, have been successfully with- stcod, thus far, by the native honesty of American youth. The case of Lawrence Bangs is an in- stance of misdirected enthusiasm which will sometimes work mischief in the best regulaied societies. It is valuable only as an illustration of the relative popularity of the student and the athlete. A recogni- tion of this fact dawned upon Lawrence very early in the game. He resolved to make his name so illustrious by scholastic attainments that the work of Paddy O'Toole would pale in comparison. He had several months’ start. Harry Bangs had decided not to allow Paddy to be a candidate for the foot ball team. Pad- dy’s public appearances during the first three months were limited to a few visits to the gymnasium. Harry accompanied shingles of the home roof. In a few mo- ments the whole structure was wrapped in flames. Augustine Washington, the father, was absent at the time, and Mary, the mother, took command in his stead. Under her direction the family furniture and val- uables were removed by the slaves to a place of safety, and then, without wasting time in idle lamentation, she set all hands to assist in making up beds and preparing supper in a cabin at the rear, which, for- tunately, had escaped burning. The new house, “Pine Grove,” which Au- gustine Washington immediately built down in Stafford county, Va., across the river Rappahannock from Fredericksburg, was modeled closely on the plan of the Wake- field home. There the remainder of the children were born, and there Augustine died in 1743 and was buried in the vault with his first wife, Jane Butler, at Bridges creek. Certain historians contend that the birth- Place of Washington is a “mooted point,” and several erudite pamphlets have been written to prove that our first President was born in England. But all such gratui- tous controversy and speculation can be set at rest by a reference to the genealogical table of the family supplied by Washington himself, while President, to an English her- aldry office, in which he wrote: “George, oldest son of Augustine, by the second mar- riage, was born in Westmoreland county.” This explicit record may well be taken as conclusive authority on the point. While yet a lad o} ‘venteen, he made this entry in his mother’s Bible, which is still carefully pre- served by her descendant: yeo, Washing- ton, son to Augustine and Mary, his wife, was born ye lith (old style) day of Feb- ruary, 1731, about 10 in the morning, and was baptized the 3d of April following, Mr. Beverley Whiting and Capt. Christopher Brooks, godfathers, and Mrs. Mildred Greg- ory, godmother.” Thus we have in his own words the statement that he was born in Westmoreland county on February 11 (or 22d, new style), 1731; and the well-known fact that his father and mother left Eng- land for Virginia soon after their marriage, in 1730, and took up their residence in West- moreland county, and the further fact that their home there was known as Wakefield, make a complete record covering with pos! tive certainty both the place and the ume of his nativity. After the wharf shall have been completed in the coming summer, the attention of the government engineers will be directed upon the proposed monument to mark the birth- place. Fourteen years ago, when Mr.Evarts was Secretary of State, elaborate drawings and specifications were prepared under his eye of a design for the structure, contem- plating a building of granite, as shown in the accompanying illustration, with a tile roof and bronze tablet bearing an inscrip- tion, together with bronze doors and win. dows, so arranged with double screens thi the interior might be plainly seen from the outside, and wherein the remains of the Washington family, now neglected at Bridges creek, might rest secure. Other designs of a different sort have been sub- mitted and Secretary Evarts’ favorite de- sign may possibly be abandoned. One sug. gestion has been made to mark the birth site by a plain granite monolithic cube, five or six feet in its dimensions, with the sim- plest possible inscription, and with all the corners rounded so as to insure permanency and immunity from the attacks of relic chippers. Another proposition is to give up the monument idea altogether and subs:i- tute an attractive park, picturesquely inter- spersed with trees, ornamental shrubbery and sloping lawns, as a resort for the pii- grimages of the patriotic. No particular plan has yet been finally decided upon, but the State Department is now considering the various propositions and designs sub- mitted and will probably come to a conclu- sion soon. After the completion of the wharf there will remain about $13,000 of the old appropriation, and with this, no doubt, @ proper monument can be procured and erected whenever a satisfactory design is | upon. JOHN D. CREMER. Paddy Speaks His Little Piece. him on such occasions until he became fa- miliar with the building. The deception was perfect. It never occurred to anybody to doubt the identity of the athlete and the student. Meanwhile Lawrence burned the midnight oil as he had never done before. He had sworn to make his name known, and he succeeded. In a month It was the ik of the college that the brother of the famous Harry Bangs was a long-haired grind. This is a term of reproach, and yet it car- ries no bitterness. There is no other place on earth where the individual rights of man are so perfectly recognized as they are in a first-rate American college. One may do as he likes there. And yet it is a fact that a young man who spends fourteen hours a day in hard study has not much time for making friends. Fellows who called upon him at first found him always knee-deep in Greek or Latin, and they ceased to come, because they disliked to disturb him. During this time Paddy was being sub- jected to an educational discipline which Was equally severe, though the curriculum was limited. He was being taught to say a few words in a voice which would not sug- gest the South Cove of Boston to anybody who had ever visited that locality. Tne natural tone of his voice was, happily, quite similar to Lawrence's, but his vocabulary was entirely different. He did not say much, but when he did launch a remark it whizzed through the air like one of his masterly “‘in shoots,” and left a sulphurous trail behind it. Not that Paddy was a bad boy; no, indeed; he was full of amiable qualities which had never been developed. He adhered to his own standard of morality with admirable fidelity, and it was certainly not his fault that the standard was no bet- ter. He considered himself bound in honor to please Harry Bangs in everything, and it was he who first solved the difficulty pre- sented by his peculiarities of conversation which suited so ill with the character of Lawrence Bangs, the student. “See here, Mr. Bangs,” he said one day, when Harry had been lopping off a few ex- crescences from the South Cove dialect, “every time I open me trap you jumps on me neck. I can’t learn that dago that you want me to talk. What's der matter wid me closin’ me jaw for keeps? I'm willin’, You just call time on me, see? An’ anybody what gets a word out o’ me after that is a beaut. Does it go?” “But you've got to have say when you get cornered.” “What's der matter wid yes an’ no? Dem two words will carry a fellie a long ways, I'm t'inking?” “Some fellow may nail you on the field and try to get points out of you on the studies. Remember that Larry is a great grind. He's supposed to know everything. Suppose a fellow should ask you to trans. late a line of Greek?” “I'd say very perlitely; ‘Don’t be after botherin’ me wid that dago. I knows it meself, see? An’ I ain't givin’ it away to the likes of youse.". How would that strike him? Do yer t'ink he'd be after me on that lay again?” “No, I don't think he would,” rejoined Harry, “but you'd lose your job and I'd have to skip the country.” “Would he tumble to me just from them few words?" “Well, I should say he would. But your suggestion is a good one, and I believe you're the man to stick ‘by {t. I'll give you just one sentence to say, and we'll spend the next month in getting it down fine. Just use it every time you get stuck, and don’t say anything else on any consid. eration.”” “All right. You can gamble on me. What's the sentence?” something to Harry thought a few minutes and then he said: “It's hard to decide. It must be | brother over. He wants to try for the something high toned to fit Larry's repu- tation. I should say it ought to be some- thing like this, ‘I never permit my studies to encroach upon my hours of recreation.’ ” “Say, that’s great. That'll be three strikes and out for any gillie that faces me. Just let me learn them words. How does they go, now?” repeated them, and he kept right on repeating them about 500 times a day for the next month, till Paddy knew them much better than he knew the alphabet. In January the make-up of the nine be- gan to be the principal subject of interest throughout the college. Of course the name of Lawrence Bangs was never men- tioned in that connection. In fact, it was rarely mentioned anywhere except in the class room. He was one of the least-known men in the college. But one day there came a change. Harry Bangs took Paddy by the arm and led him to that great center ©f interest, the base ball cage. John Wilkes, the famous catcher, was captain of the nine that year. “Johnny,” said Bangs, “I've brought my nine.” If Capt. Wilkes had not been leaning on a bat he would have fallen down. He had heard of Lawrence Bangs as a grind of the bluest description. Also, it must be remembered, Paddy was made up to fit You Ought to W: Always. that character. He wore spectacles (with perfectly plain glasses), and had withal the studious air of a young man who medi- tates studying for the ministry. “I—I'm delighted,” stammered Wilkes. Then he grasped Paddy cordially by the hand, “I'm mighty glad you've come out,” he a. sal We want every man who plays bail to show up here, and do it right now. Har- vard is going to have a mighty strong nine this year, and all Yale must get up and hus- tle if we're going to beat them.” “Yes,” said Paddy, in that calm and stu- dious tone which he had learned from Law- rence. It was all he dared to say—all he was permitted to say under the contract. Neith- er the reply nor Paddy’s manner impressed Capt. Wilkes as being permeated with that enthusiesm which should characterize a candidate for the nine. “What position do you play?” asked the captain. This question could not be an- swered by yes or no, and Paddy turned an appealing eye upon Bangs. “He pitches—a little,” said Bangs. “Good,” responded Wilkes; “we're weak in the box. I'll give him a trial now. Get into the box, Bangs, and I'll have the fel- lows bat around.” Paddy removed his spectacles, and wiped them carefully as he had seen Lawrence do. Then he handed them to Bangs for safe keeping and went to the pitcher's position. The candidates for the nine looked at him and smiled. His face still wore the ab- sorbed and ministerial air which he had copied from Lawrence. He looked like any- thing else on this terrestrial sphere more than he did like a ball player. Capt. Wilkes put on his mask and gloves and got behind the plate. “Beef” Edwards, ms ceding led the cope of the nine in the Previous year, stepped up and prepared to drive the first ball pitched through the side of the house. Wilkes threw the ball down. Paddy rubbed it on the leg of his panta- loons, while he looked up into the air with an expression which he had seen on Law- rence’s face when a@ line of Horace was puz- zling him. Then he sent in the ball. “Beef” Ea- when it went by him. wards never knew ittle piece of it. He saw He didn’t see Paddy's arm wave, and that was al!. The ball hit Johnny Wilkes on the center wire of his mask. He did not even get his hands up. Johnny is a pretty good catcher, as everybody will admit, but he is not fortified against all the surprises of this mortal life. And if a gatling gun had opened fire on him he would not have been more astonished than he was then. The mask protected him from injury, but he saw more stars than are set down on any reliable astronomical chart. He walked slowly toward the ball, which had gone to the roof and then come down in a corner. Without saying a word, he tossed it back to Paddy. But he was ready next time. “Beef” Edwards struck out. They all struck out. Wilkes took a turn at the bat, and he had seven strikes called on him be- fore he found the ball. But this triumph did not make Paddy lose his head or forget his part. He continued | throughout the practice to wear the look of one whose daily food is Greek roots. And, faithful to his agreement, he did not open his mouth. CHAPTER VI. On the Shoulders of the Crowd. lt is usual to preserve a considerable de- gree of reticence regarding the performance of candidates for an athletic team. Boast- fulness is the least common of all offenses at college. The works of the athletes praise them and not their own lips. The captain of the nine always says modestly that he will do his best, and that his men will do their best, and he leaves the remainder to the official scorer. But the performance of Paddy O'Toole had been so remarkable that it could not be kept quiet. It was all over the college be- fore morning, and the name of Lawrence Bangs was more common in conversation than the definite article. When he appear- ed at prayers he was the object of an|/ adoration which was very nearly sacri- legious, considering the ostensible purpose of the gathering. On the grounds and in the ciass room | many fellows took occasion to be kind to him. He was a freshman, and he locked like one, but several upper class men spoke to him ‘in a way that was calculated to make him think that he had becn in coliege Paddy Comes Home. several years. Lawrence was less suscepti- ble to flattery than most young men, yet he could not help admitting to himself that this consideration would have been agreea- ble if it had been honestly acquired. It grew and grew in the succeeding weeks till it became positively harrowing. Lawrence was weil in the lead of his class, but every- body forgot it. When the nine came back from its practice tour in the spring recess he was the ball player and nothing else. It was as impossible for anybody to think of him aside from bis connection with the rine as It is to separate Capt. Kidd from his piracy. Of course Lawrence remained hidden during that recess and Paddy had the char- acter all to himself. He did very well with it, thanks to the continued prompting of Harry Bangs, whi traveled with tne nine. To Lawrence such a period of retirement from the world would ordinarily huve Leen no hardship. He was always clad to be alone with his books. But on this occasion it happened that Miss Lorne was in N Haven, and Lawrence knew of Lawrence had been powerfuily ir by Florence's beauty, and he counted the days which must elapse before Paddy could return and set him free. When the dis- a} Unguished pitcher at last appeared Laws rence made it the first business of the ex- istence which had been restored to him to 0 and call upon the young lady. She received him in an entirely new ‘way. appeared to take an unusual inter- est in him when he had first met her, but it nm tempered by the shadow of her displeasure. She had argued with him Severely on the question of his duty to the university. She believed that her ments had given to Yale the greatest pitch. er that the shade of old Eli had ever looked down upon with approv And she received Lawrence as one whom she had saved from gbiivion and set up on the pinnacle of fame. There was no concealment about it. She v his gratitude and he gave it. Be- by the light of her eyes he told her that he had no other ambition in life except to shut Harvard out without a base hit, and ard she replied that he was her knight and must ory on her account a te of all Yale's games, acquitted himself al- most as well as Paddy O'Toole could have This meeting was but the Florence was making a long visit in Nee Haven. Their conversation glowed with the Sacred fire of hostility to Harvard. Law- Fence described the feelings which inspired him when he went upon the field. He swore that he thought of nothing and nobody but her from the instant when a opened, and he declared that if by any possibility he should neglect to think of her at such « time, if, in short, her influence should be withérawn fer a . single moment, Yale would inev! iy lose e ime Whereu; implored him to be very ca Denes 0 think of her, because she could nev forgive herself if Yale should lose a fame in that way. And especially she conjured him to think of her much harder than ever before, in the game with Harvard, which would be played on the following day. Then Lawrence lied some more, and promised to do that which only Paddy O’Toole could per- form. Indeed, the exigencies of the case had made Lawrence so expert a Mar that it is no wonder his love suit prospered. It was, by the best accounts, in this interview on the evening before the Harvard game that Florence promised to give him a good Square kiss, with all dodging, squirming and ceggereny A haste yo barred out under rules, in case a : were tratled | in the dust. MS aE s Wrence had great confidence Paddy O'Toole, this promise made him very nice. But there was one remark Wierenovs which was not 80 “Oh, Lawrence,” she said, thought- fully into his face, “I wish you could wear your base ball uniform all the¢ime. You don’t know how much handsomer you are in it than in your ordinary clothes.” nareat burt @ little, but Lawrence stified jealousy of Paddy, remembering bow much the lad had done for him. “Patrick,” he said, solemnly, when be rejoined that phenomenal youth at home, wish you to exercise all possible caution to- morrow. I have much at stake on the gam “Well, the mon ts as good as your own stuff right now,” said Paddy, stretching out his right hand, perfectly fiat, with the palm down, and about on a waist. “They ain't goin’ And then came the first game. Oh, it was a slaughter! Three hits, and one of these a scratch. Only one reé man on third base in the whole 4 he died there. Fifteen men stru out. soy 3 in the first two runs for ale with a three in t the third inning. ay a cneear es ~ a tew seconds later amid cheers that rent the sky. Lawrence, absorbed in study, sat in his room. The time passed more ick?) my] he knew. Suddenly he heard 4 as pandemonium had slipped its cable and was 4rifting down on him. He out be- tween the blinds. The street was filling with people. A street band, which had been Picked up by the way, came along, its seven members Playing every one ome tune in the key that suited him And behind the band came Paddy, borne upon the shoulders of a yelling mob of en- thusiasts. He escaped from them some way, ran into the house. ‘We dia ‘em up.” he said to Lawrence. ey were easy fruit.” “And you distinguished yourself, doubt?” “I guess I did. Hear those gillies howlin’ outside. I lke it all right, but I'm dead tired now. Go out and take your turn at it.” Lawrence went to the door after @ sufficient interval, and stood on the steps & moment. looking ott over the great crowd on the street. “Now, all together’ yelled riple round for I. The cheers rattled t ore of students swept down on Lawrence and carried him away. He was like a man in a dream. The illusion overpowered him. He tasted the sweet savor of popularity, and forgot that it was not really his. He waved his hat to the crowd with the air of & conqueror, and all the fellows cried with some one, Bangs window Then a one voice: “B-A-N-G-S! BANGS!" {To be continued.) — AUSTRIVS E On. A Hard Worker, a Devout Catholie and a Devotee to Art. From the Pall Mall Budget. The Emperor of Austria is a far less fa- miliar personage to English people than his Still beautiful consort, who has so often been seen riding to hounds in Ireland and in Cheshire, and whose love of the sea has brought her into contact with many of our compatriots in the Mediterranean and else- where. His majesty, now in his sixty- fourth year, has a tall, soldier-like figure, owing his slim proportions and erect bear- ing to the immense amount of active exer- cise which he has taken throughout his life. On hi: ell-marked and handsome features there is now stamped an impress of mel- ancholy, which does not, however, obliter- ate the kindly expression especially notice- able in his eyes and mouth. He wears whiskers and a full mustache trimmed af- ter the Austrian fashion, but his chin is close shaven, and his well-shaped forehead is bare. Simple and laborious in his habite, the emperor rises every morning at 5, and devotes the earlier hours to the affairs of state, entering into the minutest detaila, He is not a brilliant man, but fair abilities and long experience enable him to deal ef- fectively with the problems of government. He daily drives out in a plain open carriage, with an aid-de-camp and one chasseur im uniform, but without escort, outrider or police. Art is his hobby. No mean draughte- man himself, he delights in visiting studios, and he personally superintends ail the plans for building or repairing the tmperial pale aces. He is a devout Catholic, an@ most strict In all religious observar.ces. - +o Quadrenrial Scramble Anticipated. From P 4 Binkerton.—“Well, well! what next? Am army of the unemployed is going to march on Washington!” Pilgariic.—“Pshaw! That's nothing new— a Uttle ahead of time, that’s all. They gen- erally do it every four years.” — — She Understood the Uscs ef Those Things. From Life.