Evening Star Newspaper, June 23, 1894, Page 13

THE ART OF ROWING Views of Trainer Fitzpatrick of the Potomac B, C. HOW 70 TAKE THE PROPER STROKE Faults for the Novice to Dis- card. IMPROVED; APPLIANCES HB WAY TO learn to row fast,” said Mr. John Fits- patrick, the profes- sional oarsman who is training the crews of the Potomac Boat Club this year, to a Star reporter the other day, “Is to get ~. into a boat and row. I don’t believe in dumb bells. It is all nonsensé for an oars- man to train his mus- sles with clubs and boxing and all manner of exercise foreign to his work. If a man ®ants to become a singer he doesn’t train for it by beating a drum or turning filp- flaps. If a man wants to be first im any particular line of athletics, he must not try to be an all-around athlete. ‘The all-around men are not first in any one thing. A champion must be a spe- cialist. “In rowing,” continued Mr. Fitzpatrick, “you should sit about two-thirds of the seat away from the rowlocks. The feet should be straight in front, heels together; if they are nearer the side the rower swings to- ward the middie, or, as it 1s called, rows into the boat. But if they are tco near the middie he rows out of it. Both are bad John Fitzpatrick. faults and destroy the equilibrium, making the boat roll. The stretcher should be ad- justed so that the oar just clears the knees as it is thrust forward, and the strap buckled tight over the left foot. The thwart, on which the rower sits, should be so high that he can easily command his car and low enough to enable him to get the oar well over his knees. The lower the oarsman sits the more he has a tend- emcy to pull the boat under water, and the higher the more he lifts the boat with his stroke. How to Rew. “In rowing throw the hands well for- ward, with the boat straight and eyes fixed on the man in front. The chest should be well out, with the arms forward and the knees separated about twelve inches until the hands are over the toes. In making the stroke immers: the oar so that the blade is just covered—no deeper. T! the oar well back, straightening th: end drawing in the arms till the ocr is well home at the chest. The forward movements for the next stroke involve feathering. Bend the wrists well down, which will bring the plane of the oar par- allel with the water, and again thrust out the arms unt! the hands reach a point Qver.the toes, and so pull again. The rhove- mient of the body has been much facilitated the great improvement of the sliding seat. It enables the oarsmen of a crew to slide together into position with much les: muscular effort. The Proper Stroke. “If the oarsman keeps his eyes firmly fixed on the man in front, corresponding mo- tion for motion with him, then it will not be his fault If the time is bad. Let there be no hurry. Bring the hands well up to the chest, or home, as {t ig termed. A quick recovery and the free use of the legs will lift the boat at every stroke. And nothing Is a bet- ter sign of a well-coached crew than to se the boat lift with every stroke. And for this it is the part of the stroke in front of the oariock which is most important. When the is brought home to the chest the hands should be dropped, which will lift the Oar out of the water; then by turning the wrists down the oar is feathered, and the arms should be shot cut to their full stretch, the body following them without pause, but @3 part of a continuous movement. recovery is produced by keeping the back straight. The knees should ndt cease to be slightly bent. The contraction of the knees and the abdominal muscles must come into play and the body be swung evenly forward, not jerked, as if working by machinery. It 1g all important to get the oar in square. If it gets in obliquely it will go too deep and pull the back down. Avoid beginning the feathering motion with the wrists before the oar ts well out of water, or you wili splash. The Need for Ease. “I have trained and coached crews in England, Ireland, Scotland and Germany; and also here in Anierica, and I have tried Towing in every possible way, right or ‘wrong, in the old and the new styles of row- ing, and can tell from my own experience and study what !s most effective. This thing I have learned, ‘and that !s, the less you make of rowing the better and faster you will pull. You don’t want to do a bit more than is necessary to pull the boat. Avoid extreme effort, and try to make every motion in the easiest po: le way. The three great points in == First, per- fect time; se-ond, to get the oar in square; third, to row the stroke right out and use the iegs well. You can exert your strength of the shoulders and arms best when sitting erect in the boat, not stify, but easily, bending at the nips just enough to get the oar in square, and a little swing, and let- ting the powerful muscles of the legs do their share of the work. The great difference between the old and new styles of rowing is that while formerly only the body down to the waist could be used, now the thighs and legs come into play, greatly increasing the power avail- able. If a man gives out in any particular place, unless there is some special weak- ness, it is because he doesn't use hi strength evenly and intelligently. G; strength is not the only requisite for fast rowing. Many of the men whom I have Towed down in England are much stronger than I am. A Frenchman seven feet four high, and weighing over 250 pg I met in a regatta on the Seine at Paris, May 30, 1887, and defeated easily by twenty lengths.” “How has time been cut down by im- provements in appliances?” Improvements in Methods. “The builders are making tighter, smooth- @ and better boats than were thought of twenty years ago. Speed has been increas- ed in that way, of course. The most strik- fag thing that occurs to me in the improve- ment made in sculling was the invention of the sliding seat. In 1868 Brown, the Amert- can osrsman, went over to England to row Joseph Sadler, who was then champion sculler of the world. When he saw the style and rig of the Englishman he forfeit- to Sadler. The Englishman used to slide on a fixed seat. Brown took an idea from this and devised the sliding seat, which was first made b; boat W. Ruddock, the builder. He failed to establish his claim for the patent, however, his partner, who had the papers, dying suddenly and leaving no trace of them. ther great improvement was in the Josh Ward pulled with sculls that weighed twenty-four pounds the pair, and as most of the weight was outboard he had to put lead weights on the oars to balance them. Now we usé sculls that wet! only | eight pounds to the pair. Up to 1876 no-! body used inches lon in the seulls Jess than ten feet two mor more than five inches wide Hanlon gatta with sculle nine feet six inches long and six inches wide. After that race every- body reduced the length and increased the width of his oars. The long scull has to take too wide a sweep through the water, and to get the stroke completa a man must work too fast and too hard. The first and last parts of the stroke are of no use in propelling a boat, but you must take the water forward of the effective point and leave the water astern of the limit of use- ful power in order to allow for the way of the boat. Too long a scull wastes mo bower than is necessary in the beginn! and ending of the stroke. The longer the oar the more strength it takes to pall it through the water. But there is such a thing as getting the scull too short and sacrificing speed to power. Experiment has shown the effective medium to be about nine feet six inches. That gives speed with- out using up a man’s strength in useless labor, and the spoon shape keeps the hold to the end of the stroke. Windsails and Fins. “It makes a great deal of difference, also, what style of boat is used in different sorts of weather. For a straight-away race, with the wind with you and blowing pretty strong, you want to use a full-built boat that rides weil out of the water. The wind will help you along and make an advantage of fifteen seconds in three miles. A head wind would keep such a boat back fifteen seconds, making in all thirty seconds differ- ence. If you find the wind against you take @ boat that will ride very low and present Uttle surface to the wind. If the wind is abeam or the race is a turn, a medium boat is the best. “The windsail first brought out by Clas! the English boat builder, on the Tyne, w quite an invention. It was a thin board set up on edge on the bow of the boat. With the wind abeam or on the quarter, when you pull and lean backward you force the forward part of the boat down and raise the after part so much out of the water that the wind catches it, throws the stern a little to leeward and bring; the bow into the wind; and you have to pull harder on the wind- ward oar to keep on your course. The wind- sail corrects that fault; but when the wind is on either bow it catches the sail and throws the boat back and off her course. To replace the windsall the fin was in- vented. This is a small centerboard fast- ened to the bottom of the boat. At first it was quite large, and placed about three feet from the stern. tt kept the boat from swinging off, but it interfered with quick turning, as it acted like a fixed rudder. The size w: used to lessen this disadvan- tage. Then it was moved just aft of the center of the boat, right under the after end of the cockpit, and mace larger. Now the boat can be turned almost as though on a pivot, making a difference of three strokes on the turn, and three strokes mean nearly three boat lengths. Waste of Energy. “I don’t think the men of tcday are as strong as the mon of earlier days were. The faster time comes from the improved boats and appliances and the better knowl- edge how to apply strength. You may call that science or art. Look at the old style --arms and elbows turned out, knees spread ide apart, body bent forward between the segs. Do you think @ man can pull his best that way? No two sets of muscles are drawing In the same direction, and some strength is spent in getting them into line. But when I get my legs and arms in a po- sition to pull all tcgether in the line of the boat every ounce of power helps the boat along.” Mr. Fitspatrick'’s Record. Mr. Fitzpatrick {s one of the most enthu- siastic oarsmen in America. He at one time held the championship of the north of England. He was born at Newcastle-on- ‘Tyne, June 24, 1860, and is consequently pot yet thirty-four years old. Rowing en- gaged his attention when a mere boy, and at the age of seventeen he made his debut n oarsman. Since then he devoted rly all his time to aquatic isié he won the Durham prize, given by Lord Durham, and even then gave promise of attaining a high standard in rowing. In 1ss1, at the age of twenty-one, he entered the professional ranks, and defeated all the local talent in the north of England. The next year he won the championship of that section. Dur- ing the next few years he met and defeated the leading English oarsmen, until defeated in 1885 by Thomas Burton. The following year saw him victor over Burton. The same year he won the Thames international sculling sweepstakes, defeating Wallace Ross, James Ten Eyck, Albert Hamm George Bubear and John Teerrer. In this race he made the fastest time on record for a mile—5 minutes 9 seconds. In 1887 he won the single qcull race of the French in- ternational regatta, defeating Charles Brightwell, Wm. East and W. E. Follett by twenty lengths. The same year he came to América. fre was defeated by Wallace Ross, less than two lengths, in a three mile race with seven turns off Fort Hamil- ton, New York bay. In September, 1880, he defeated Jack Largan, ex-English champion, on the Kill von Kull. He then decided to retire, having rowed in twenty- three races, winning nineteen of them. As a coacher he has wide experience, hav- ing trained crews in this country at Sacra- mento, Portland, Ore., Salt Lake City, the Union Boat Club of New York, Palisades of Yonkers, First Bohemian of New York and the Neptunes of Baltimore. He has also contributed articles to the Spirit of the Times, Turf, Field and Farm, and the New York Illustrated News, and is regarded as an authority on boating. The members of the Potomac Boat Club speak highly of him, and are hopeful of the best results from his coaching. — BOTH ACHING FOR A FIGHT. ‘Two Desperate Men Restrain From Blood-Letting by a Lucky Occurrence. On Hastings street the other day a young colored man about twenty years of age sat on a doorstep drowsing in the sun, says the Detroit Free Press. Many passed him by, but after a time along came another young man of about the same age carrying a cane. Of course he stopped and poked, and of course there were results. The sleeper awoke and angrily demanded: “Who dat pusson who kept techin’ me all de time?” I s’pects yo’ am looking right at him, sah,” replied the one with the cane. “Julius, I'ze a mind to broke yo’ in two fur dat.” “Shoo! Yo’ couldn't hurt nobody.” “Couldn't, eh? I let yo’ know, sah, dat I killed a man ober in Chatham so dead he nebber breathed agin.” “Doan yo’ go fur to theaten me, Moses, kase I won't stand it. Mebbe some of yo'r friends done tole you ‘bout de way I knocked dat man to pieces down at To- = reached out fur him, an’ he “Hu! Look out fur me, boy. I’ze gettin’ mad, and when de madness comes nobody can't dun hole me. I'ze jist a drove of mewls runnin’ away, I ar’." "ze heard niggers talk afo’ dis, but I didn't skeer.” “Nigger! Who yo’ callin’ nigger! Yo’ is nigger yo'self, an’ yo’ stole chickens.” “What? Yo’ say I dun stole chickens? Why, boy, I'll crack yo'r ribs in a minute. I doan’ ‘low no common trash to talk dat way to me.” ‘Shoo, nigger! If I war jist to reach out my han’ yo’ would fall dead. I'ze sorry fur yo'’r po’ ole mudder, an’ dat’s why I doan’ Teach.” T'ze mad. I'll it to flee fur yo'r lif ger ‘Chicken thief!" They stood facing each other, breathing hard, and were seemingly on the point of rushing at each other when a small colored boy came around driving an old ash wagon. It was a happy diversion. Both realized it, and advancing to the curbstone together one shouted: “Look heah, boy, doan’ yo’ be drivin’ aroun’ as if yo'r fadder owned dis hull town, kase he don’t. Yo" jist keep mighty quiet around heah, or I'll make yo'r heels crack de atmosp’ere." And as the boy seemed frightened and tried to make himself look as small as pos- sible the other one added: “An’ if yo'r fadder makes any fuss ‘bout it, I'ze gwine to drive him right frew de airth. Yes, I ar’. Drive on, boy. We is two desperit men an’ jist achin’ fo’ blood. —+e* As to the Paternal Mind. From the Chicago Tribune. While rounding the post at the head of the stairs on ais way to bed the sleepy old father of the family knocked his tender- est corn against something hard. In the recoil he upset a broom, a dust-pan and a ceal bucket that somebody had left stand- ing near the top step, and they went bang- ing down the stairway. In the parlor sat young Spoonamore. As he listened to the horrible racket and the energetic outburst from the floor above that accompanied it he turned pale. “Is your father taking that method of showing his displeasure at my coming here, Miss Pinkie?” he whispered, anxiously. yo’ just one You needn't be fraid of papa, Mr. ‘He has the way he changes his mind?” he inquired, nervously fingering his | showed up in a re-| hat. JOHN BEDELL, U, E: LOYALIST, Se BY B. W. THOMSON. —_—__ + “A renegade! A rebel against his king! A black-hearted traitor! You dare to tell me that George Winthrep loves you! Son of canting, lying Esra Winthrop! By the Eter- nal, I'll shoot him on sight if he comes this side: While old John Bedell was speaking he tore and flung away a letter, reached for his long rifle on its pins above the chimney- place, dashed its butt angrily to the floor and poured powder into his palm. “For heaven's mercy, father! You would not! You could not! The war is over, It would be murder!” cried Ruth Bedell, sob- bing. ‘Wouldn't 1?” He poured the powder in. ‘Yes, by gracious, quicker’n 1'd kill a rattie- snake!” He placed the round bullet on the little square of greased rag at the muzzle of hig rifle. “A rank traitor—bone and blood of those who drove out loyal men!” He crowded the tight lead home, dashed the ramrod into place, looked to the flint. “Rest there, old Sure-death—wake up, for George Winthrop!" and the fierce oid man replaced rifle and powder horn on their pegs. Bedell’s hatred for the foes who had beaten down King George's cause and im- posed the alternative of confiscation or the oath of allegiance on the vanquished was considered ferocious, even by his brother loyalists of the Niagara frontier. he squire kind o’ sees his boys’ blood when the sky's red,” said they in explana- tion, but their inference erred. Bedell was 0 much an enthusiast that he could almost rejoice because his three stark sons had gained the prize of death in battle. He was too brave to hate the nghting men he had so often confronted. But he abhorred the politicians, especiaily the intimate civic ene- mies on whom he had poured scorn before the armed struggle began. More than any he hated Ezra Winthrop, the lawyer, arch- revojutionist of their native town, who had never used a weapon but his tongue. And now his Ruth, the beloved and only child lett to his exiled age, had confessed her love for Ezra Winthrop’s son! They had been boy and girl, pretty maiden and bright stripling, together, without the squire sus- pecting—he could not, even now, conceive clearly so wild a thing as their affection! ‘The confession burned in his heart like vet table fire—a raging anguish of mingied loathing and love. fe stood now gazing at Ruth, dumbly, his hands cleached, head sometimes mechanically quivering, ‘anger, bate, love, grief, tumultuous in his soul. Ruth glanced up—her iather seemed about to speak—she bowed again, shuddering as though the coming words might Kill, Still there was silence—a long silence. Bedell stood motionless, pvised, breathing hard. ‘fhe silence oppressed the giri—each moment her terror increased—expectant attention be- came suffering that demanded his voice— and still was silence—save for the duli roar of Niagara that more and more pervaded the air. The torture of waiting for the words—a curse against her, she fearea—over- wore Ruth's eudurance. She looked up again suddenly and John Bedell saw in hers the beloved eyes of his dead wite, shrinking with intolerable fear. He groaned heavily, flung up his hands despairingly and strode out toward the river. How ocraftily smooth the green Niagara sweeps toward tne piunge beneath that per- petual white cloud above the fulls! From Bedell's clearing below Navy Islaud he could see the swaying and rolling of the mist, ever rushing up to expand and overhang. ‘The terribie stream had a profound fascina- on for him, with its ng eddies eating at the shore, its long weeds, visible through the clear waters, trailing close down to the bottom, its inexorabie, eternal, onward pour- ing. Because it was so mighty and so threatening his stern soul rejoiced grimly in the awful river. To Moat, watching cracks and ledges of its flat bottom rock drift to bend to his oars onty its of the rapids yelled for his Life; to win escape by sheer strength from points so low down that he sometimes doubted but the greedy forces had been tempted too long; to stake his life, watching tree tops for a sign that he could yet save it, was the dreadful pastime by which Be- dell sometimes quelled passionate prompt- ings to revenge his exile. “The falls is bownd to get the squire some day,” said the banished settlers. But the squire’s skiff was clean bulit as @ pickere! and his old arms tron strong. Now, when he had gone forth from the beloved child, who seemed to him 80 traitorous to hi@ love and all-loyalty, he went instinctively to spend his passion upon the river. Ruth Bedell, gazing at the loaded rifle, shuddered. Her filial love seemed to have died with tho: threats. Her fears were deep, but she had not told all. George Win- throp himself, having made his way secretly through the forest trom Lake Ontario, had given her his own letter, asking leave from the squire to visit his newly made cabin. From the moment of arrival her lover had implored ner to fy with him. But filial love was strong In Ruth to give hope that her father would yield to the yet stronger affec- tion freshened in her heart. Believing their union might be permitted she had piedged herself to escape with her lover if it were forbidden. Now he wuited by the hickory wood for a signal to conceal himseif or come forward. When Ruth saw her father far down the river she stepped to the flagstaff he had raised before building the cabin—his first duty being to hoist the Union Jack! It was the largest flag he could procure; he could see it fying defiantly all day long; at night he could hear its glorious folds whipping in the wind; the old loyalist loved to fancy his foemen cursing at it from the other side, nearly three miles away. Ruth hauled the flag down a little,then ran it up to the mast- head again. At that, a tall young fellow came spring- ing into the clearing, jumping exultantly over the brush-heaps and tree trunks, his queue waggling, his eyes bright, glad under his three-cornered hat. Joying that her father had yielded, he ran forward till he saw Ruth’s tears “What, sweetheart!—crying? It was the signal to come on,” cried he. “y to see you sooner, George. Father is out yonder. But no, he will never, never consent.” “Then you will come with me, love,” he said, taking her hands. “No, no, I dare not,” sobbed Ruth. ther would overtake us. He swears to you on sight! Go, George! Escape can! Oh, if he should find you her “But, darling love, we need not fear. We can escape easily. I know the forest path. But" then he thought how weak her pace, “We might cross here before he could come up!” cried Winthrop, looking toward where squire’s boat was now a distant blotch watled Ruth, yet yielding to ‘This is the last time I shall you foreve®. Go, love—forever and for- ver, good-bye, my love, my lov But he clasped her in his strong arms, kissing, imploring, cheering her—and how should true love clivose hopeless renuncla- tion? Tempting, defying, regaining his lost ground, drifting down again, trying hard to tire out and subdue his heart-pangs, Bedell dallied with death more closely than ever. Often he could see the wide smooth curve where the green volume first lapses vastly on a lazy slope, to shoulder up below a huge calm billow, before pitching into the madness of waves whose confusion of toss- ing and tortured crests hurries to the aby: The afternoon grew toward evening before he pulled steadily home, crawling away from the roarers against the cruel green, watching the ominous cloud with some such grim humor as if under observation by an overpowering but baétled enemy. ‘Approaching his landing, a shout drew Bedell’s glance ashore to a group of men excitedly gesticuiating. They seemed mo- tioning him ty watch the American shore. Turning, he saw a boat in midstream, where no craft then on the river, except his own skiff, could be safe, unless manned by sev- eral good rowers. Only two oars were flash- ing. Bedell could make out two figures in- distinctly. It was clear they were doomed though still a full mile above the point whence he had come, they were much far- ther out than he when near the rapids. Yet one life might be saved! Instantly Be- ell’s bow turned outward, and cheers flung from ashore. $e tat moment he looked to his own landing place, and saw that his larger boat was gone. Turning again, he angrily recognized it, but kept right on—he must try to rescue even a thief. He wondered Ruth had not prevented the theft, but had no suspicion of the truth. Always he had refused to let her go out upon the river— mortally fearing it for her. Thrusting his skiff mightily forward—often it glanced, half-whirled by up-whelming and spreading spaces of water—the old | loyalist’s heart was quit of his pangs, and sore only with certainty he must abandon one human soul to death. By the time that he could reach the larger boat his would be too near the rapids for escape with three! When George saw Bedell in pursuit, he bent to his ash blades more strongly, and Ruth, trembling to remember her father’s | threats, urged her lover to speed. They feared the pursuer only, quite unconscious that they were in the remorseless grasp of “Fa. the river. Ruth had so often seen her fa- ther far lower down than they had yet drifted, that she did not realize the truth, and George, just arrived from a distant district, was unaware of the long cataracts above the falls. He was also deceived by the stream’s treacherous smoothness and, instead of half-upward, pulled straight across as if certainly able to land any- where he might touch the American shore. Bedell looked over his shoulder often. When he distinguished a woman, he put on more force, bat slackened soon—the pull home would tax his endurance, he reflected. In some sort it was a relief to know that one Was a woman; he had been anticipating trouble with two men equally bent on being saved. That the man would abandon him- self bravely, he, being brave, scarcely doubted. For a while he thought of pulling with the woman to the American shore, more easily to be gained from the point where the rescué must occur. But he re- jected the pian, coniident he could win back, for he had sworn never to set foot on that soil, Had it been possible to save both, he would have been forced, despite his vow, but the squire knew that was impossible— three would overload his boat beyond es- cape. Having carefully studied landmarks for his position, Bedell turned to look again at the doomed boat. At that glance a weil known ribbon caught his attention. ‘I'he old man dropped his oars, confused witn horror. “My God, my God, it’s Ruth!” ne cried, and the whole truth came with another look, for he had not forgotten George Winthrop. “Your father stops, Ruth. Perhaps he is in pain,” suggested George to the quaking girl. Sne looked back. “What can it be?’ she cried, filial love returning overmasteringly. “Perhaps he is only ured.” George affectea carelessness—his first thought being to se- cure his bride—and pulled hard away to get all advantage from Bedell’s stop. “Tired? He is in danger ot the falls, then,” screamed Ruth. “stop! Turn! Back to him.’ Winthrop instantly prepared “Yes, darling, to obey. he said, “we must not think of curseives. We must go back to save him.” Yet his was a sore groan at turn- ing; what duty otdered was hard—he must give up his love for the gake of his enemy. But while Winthrop was still pulling round, the old loyalist resumed rowing, with @ more rapid stroke that soon brought him alongside. In those moments of waiting all Bedell’s life, his personal hatreds, his loves, his sor- rows, had been reviewed before his soul. He had seen again his sons, the slain in battle, in the pride of their young might; and the gentle eyes of Ruth had pleaded with him beneath his dead wife's brow. How poor seemed hate—how mean and poor seemed all but love and loyalty. Yes, for he had looked through the vell into the eternal, too, and stood, a trivial creature, before the Almighty, knowing His meaning. Wherefore resolution and deep peace had come upon the man. They wondered at his look. No wrath was there. The old eyes were calm and loving, a gertie smile flickered about his lips. Only that he was very pale, Ruth would have been wholly glad for the happy change. “Forgive me, father laid hand on their boat. “I do, my child,” he answered. ‘Come row without an instant delay to me. ‘Oh, father, if you would let us be happy,” erled Ruth, heart-torn by two she cried, as he Year, you shall be ha; . I was 4 child; 1'did not understand how you loved him. But come. You hesitate! Winthrop, my son, you are in some danger. Into this boat instantly. Both of you. Take the oars, George. Kiss me, dear, my Ruth, once Nevins Stee bye. my little girl. Winthrop, o her. And may God both forever.” ~*~ een As the old sold ler spoke, he st the larger boat, it ee instantly releasing the skiff. His Imperative gentleness had secured his object without loss of time, and the boats were apart with Winthrop’s readiness to low row. Row for her life to yonder shore. Bow Ml up. Away, or the falls cried Winthrop, bending for his stroke. Yet he did not comprehend Bedell’s meaning. Till the last the old man had spoken without excitement. Dread of the river was not on George—-his blies was supreme in his thought. and he took the squire's order for one of exaggerated alarm. “Row, IT say, with all your strength, cried Bedell, with a flush of anger that sent the young fellow away instantly. “Row! Concern yourself not for me. T am going home. Row! for her life, Winthrop! God will deliver you yet. Good-bye, children Remember always my blessing is freely given you.” “God bless and keep you forever, father! cried Ruth, from the distance, as her lover pulled away. They landed, conscious of having passed a swift current, indeed; but quite unthink- ing of the price paid for their safety. Looking back on the darkling river, they saw nothing of the old man. “Poor father! sighed Ruth, “how kind he was! I'm sore-hearted for thinking of him at home, so lonely.” Left alone, Bedell stretched with the lorg, heavy oars for his own shore, mak- ing appearance of strong exertion. But when he no longer feared that they might turn back with sudden understanding, and vainly, to his aid, he dragged the boat slow watching her swift drift dow: toward the towering mist. Then as fazed at the cloud, rising in two dis- volumes, came a thought spurring the loyalist spirit in an instant. There- after he pulled steadily, powerfully, noting landmarks anxiously, studying currents, considering always their trend to or from his own shore. Half an hour had gone when he again dropped into slower motion. Then he could see Goat Island's upper end — him and the mist of the American fall. Now the old man gave himself to in- tense curiosity, looking over down into the water with fascinated inquiry. He had never been so far down the river. Darting beside their shadows, deep in the clear fl were now larger fishes than he had ever taken, and all moved up as if hurrying to escape. How fast the long, trailing, swaying, single weeds and the crevices in flat rock whence they so strangely grew, ent up stream and if drawn backward. The sameness if the bottom to that higher up interested him—where then did the current begin to sweep clean? He should certainly know that soon, he thought, without a touch of fear, having utterly accepted death when he determined it were base to carry his weary old life a Uttle longer and let Ruth’s young love die. Now the falls’ heavy monotone was over- borne by terrible sounds—a mingled clash- ing, shrieking, groaning, and rumbling, as of great bolders churned in their bed. Bedell was nearing the first long swoop downward at the rapids’ head when those watching him despairingly from the high bank below the Chippewa river's mouth saw him put his boat stern with the cur- rent and cease rowing entirely, facing fair- ly the up-rushing mist to which he was be- ing hurried. Then they cbserved him stoop- ing, as if writing, for a time. And then he knelt with head bowed down. Kneeling, they prayed, too. Now he was almost on the brink of the cascades, Then he arose, and, glancing backward to his home, caught sight of his friends on the high shore. Calmly he waved a farewell. What then? Thrice round he flun; knew full well. Some had seen that exult- ing waving in front of ranks of battle. As clearly as though the roar of waters had not drowned his ringing voice, they knew that old John Bedell, at the poise of death, cheered thrice, “Hurrah! Hurrah! Hurrah for the king!” Floating with the heaving water tn the gorge below the falls, they found his body @ week afterward. Though beaten almost out of recognition, portions of clothing still adhered to it, and in a waistcoat pocket they found the old loyalist’s metal snuff box with this inscription scratched by knife point on the cover: “God be praised! I die in British waters. John Bedell.” pols A Cold Doth Make Us Ali Akin. From Truth. Mrs, Motter—Didn’t Mrs. Smith say she'd | never speak to you again, after you scolded her Johnny?’ Mrs. Potter—“Yes, but she heari I hed a cold, she coulda’t throw off the tempta- tion to run over and tell me her cure.” ——__ + «- —____ “A Little One for a Scent.” Lite. From his hat with a gesture they | THE COLUMBIAN HISTORICAL NOVELS. Complete History of America, jown to 4 from Columbus “Humbled Pride.” “Union.” By John R. Musick. New York: Funk & Wag- nalls Company. Washington: 1. A. 4 G street, general agent for the District of Columbia and “Alexandria, Va. A better way in which to impress the es- sential truths of history upon the youthful mind could hardly be suggested. In this series romance and fact are most cleverly blended and there is every reason for be- leving that Mr. Musick has rendered the cause of education valuable service. With the Columbian discovery of America as the first link, a chain has been constructed that represents the principal epochs in the vouched-for existence of this country, and, although the task of making dry details interesting must, at times, have been one of exceeding difficulty, the author has suc- ceeded in maintaining a very creditable literary standard throughout the entire dozen volumes. A pleasant feature of the stories is the manner in which successive ne of the same family are de- picted. DISTRICT OF COLUMBIA POLICE. A Retrospect of the Police Organizations of the Cities Washington and Georgetown and the District Columbia, with Biographical Sketches, Ilustra- tions and Historic Cases. Published for the Deneft of the policemen’s fund. by Richard Sylvester. Washington: Gibson Bros. If Mr. Sylvester missed a single detail worthy of record in his volume the omis- sion has not yet been suggested. Com- mencing with the lone constable who held office prior to the setting apart of “the Federal District,” the history proceeds in a most interesting fashion until it tells us all about the present force. A more com- plete history could hardly be irnagined, for it neglects none of the minor happenings which must of course interest every old citizen and every student of the early days of the national capital. Typographically, the work is of especial excellence, and the illustrations are remarkably The ob- ject of the publication is one that should appeal to every resident of Washington; the profits will all go to the police pension fund, JOHN INGERFIFED AND OTHER STORIES. Br Jerome K. Jerome. New York; Heury Holt & Company. Washifgton: W. H. Lowdennilk & Company. “In remembrance of John Ingerfield, and of Anne, his wife,” “The Woman of the Saeter, “Variety Patter,” “Silhouettes” and “The Lease of the ‘Cross Keys’ are the tales which make up Mr. Jerome's latest candidate for fame and profit. “John Ia- gerfield” is the best short story Jerome ever gave to the public, and it will never be less than one of the best ever written by any author; intensely natural, it touches the human heart as few tales can. The other ‘contributions that are in this delightful little volume are also excellent, but the man or woman who reads “John Inverteld” will lay the subordinate nar- ratives aside for another evening’s pe- rusal. THE CONQUEST OF DEATH. Ry Abbot Kinney, Author of “Tasks by Twilight,” &e. New York: G. P. Putnam's Sons. . The author is much disturbed—as other sensibly-patriotic Americans have been and are—because there has been a steady and notable diminution in the birth-rate in cer- tain of the states. In “The Conquest of Death” he takes up this subject and treats at length and skillfully of the causes and the remedies. The rarity of full-blooded American children as compared with the children of foreign parentage—even in sec- tions where the old stock is supposed to be strongest—is dealt with n evil that should with all possible rapidity be abated. Some of Mr. Kinney’s conclusions will be disputed, and properly, but the imtent of the volume ts honestly good and most of its teachings may fairly be said to be beyond criticism. AN HONEST DOLLAR. By E. Benj. Andrews, president of Hrown University, Hartford: tudent Publishing Company. Searchers after information on bimetal- lism will find in this handbook a great store of information gathered from the best sources by one who endeavors to pluck only good fruit. Dr. Andrews was a member of the Brussels international monetary con- ference and much of the knowledge he ac- quired during the debates in that body is here reproduced. The book consist’ of elght papers upon the following topics: 1. An Honest Dollar. 2. Bimetallism. 38. Money as an International Question. 4. The Monetary Experiment in India. 5. Tariff Reform and Monetary Reform. 6. The Fh- ture of Silver Production. 7. The Monetary Conference of 1892. 8. Giffin on Bimetallism. THD FISHES OF NORTH AMERICA THAT ARE CAUGHT ON HOOK AND LINE, By Willtam © aris. New York: Toe Harrie Publishing Company. Part IV of this most instructive and ad- mirably illustrated work has been issued, and is on a par with the much-eulogized numbers that preceded it. There is prob- ably no one who is more completely quali- fied to write and publish such a magnificent treatise than Mr. Harris, who is editor of the American Angler and an_ enthusiast of the truly scientific sort. Every filus- tration was originally painted immediate! after the capture of the fish portrayed, tl captor invariably being Mr. Harris himself; the result is wonderful accuracy of detadl and marvelously-lifelike color effects. THE WEDDING GARMENT. A Tale of the Life to Come. By Louls Pendleton, author of “In the Wire-Grass,” ‘King Tom’ and the Runa- ys,"" &e. Boston: Roberts Bros. Washing- ton: Wm. Ballantyne & Sons. People whose delight it is to strain their mental vision in endeavors to look beyond the bounds of earthly existence, and who believe in the future spiritual state, will be pleased and perhaps profited by careful reading of this volume, which is so written as to interest even the irreligious. A lit- erary novelty. COUNTRY LANES AND CITY PAVEMENTS. A realistic story of metropolitan life. By Maurice M. Minton, author of *“The Road of the rh." Mlustrations by George Varian New ‘The American News Company. One of the strongest productions of a pen that sketches with marvelously vivid effects scenes by no means uncommon to men and women who are on terms of in- timacy with the world. A thrilling novel that is not entirely pessimistic. THE DEATH OF THE PRIEST. In Father Jacob Ambrose Walter, Lontsa Gardiner. Ilustrated by @ tt fork: memoriam. By Alice A simply-artistic yet unpretentious trib- ute of affection to one whose good works will not soon be forgotten in this city and who was called home but a little while ago. Miss Gardiner’s work of love will awaken sympathetic responses in many hearts, BAYOU FOLK. By Kate In. Boston: Hough St Gems from a stratum of the richest lit- erary soil in America, and yet but little disturbed—barely scratched. Twenty-three remarkably clever sketches of character and event in an old-fashioned country, THE PRINCIPLES OF CHESS IN THEORY AND PRACTICE. By James Mason. London: Horace x. An exhaustive handbook from which the tyro in the great game may learn much; nume-ous illustrations and lucid explana- tory notes. THE PRISONER OF ZENDA. Being the H. of Three Months in the Life of aa Engl Gentleman. By Anthony Hope. New York: Henry Hoit & Company. Fiction that is almost as strange as fact— fact of the ingeniously sensational sort. A really clever and very odd narrative, THE FATAL SECRET. 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New Sort: Uae," Caryl ESTHER WATERS. ‘Chicago: BE A. PERKINS PERIL. ‘Wells. Qhicago: Laird & wa: ‘A novel. , —s—__ HE BAD HI IGHTS. He Wanted an Open Car Window and Persisted im Getting It. From the New York Tribune There is nothing like demanding one’s right. The average American will fight for his rights if you tell Bim that he cannot have them, but if you say nothing about them you can appropriate them with impu- nity and he has yothing to say. An excep- tion to the rule put himself in evidence the other day, however. Every one who travels on railroads knows what a car window is. A Georgia mule is rot to be mentioned in the same breath with it Wherever it is, there it stays. If it is up it is like Ben- quo’s ghost about downing. If it is down— well, it is @own, and down it stays. The American who knows his rights and them got into his car into the seat to read. It fm the car, as it al- and he attempted to raise It did not budge, and he took a firmer hold and _— @ strong tug. The window stayed right where it was. The man got @ little red around the neck and gave a harder pull than before. Of course, the window was made to stay down, and it performed its proper function. For an in- stant there was a wild look in the man’s eyes. He leaned back as if he was going to have that window open if he had to pull out the whole site the car. He half- rolled up his ra and his lips were closed tightly. he suddenly eat @own, and, calmly i Up & paper, he began to read it. eyes were intently fixed on the page when the conductor cathe along. passenger raised his eyes, and there was a gentle questioning light in them. “Will you be good enough to have some one open the window?” he asked. A novel. By George Moore. A novel. Geo. Vv. Lee. ad nly,” answered the conductor. RA es it for you myscif.” But he n’ “Oh,” sald conductor, good-naturedly, the icks a little. I'll have a brakeman open it. Ticket, please.” “If you don’t mind,” said the passenger, with a smile, “I'll have the window open etyou ‘will have to give me your thdket: “You wi ve me your 33 “Bu won't,” rej the passenger, “until the window is open.” ll have to put you off this trata” “Very well, then, put me off.” “But I tell you T'll send a man to 6pen it,” cried the conductor in disgust. other give “And I tell you,” answered the quietly, “that when he opens it I will up my ticket.” ‘The conductor looked savage, but think- ing better of his original intention, he passed on without another word. In ment a brakeman came in. “Excuse me,” me said, “until I open that window. “With pleasure,” responded the passenger affably. 6 brakemen gave a sharp jerk, with a little shake. Tt wan the trick of ts expert, the skilled window opener, the past master in his art, but the window 4ld not move. t The brakeman went down the car, tried several windows, found one that would open, threw it up and returned to the pas- er. Weald you.mind changing your seat: ™t-Not at all” was the answer, e “Not ai » and the “man's-right” man moved down the aisle and took his new seat next to the open “Thank you,” he said to the brakeman. “You are welcome,” answered the other. the conductor re-entered the car, and took in the situation at a “Tick Please,” he said politely. 2 "answered the passenger in paper flutter in a sort of “Yankee doodle- doo” way. —_—-o-_____ The Pride and Hepe. From the Buffalo Express. The class in geography was reciting, and there were several visitors. The subject for the day was the étate of Pennsylvania. can bound Pennsylvania?’ Half a dozen hands Went up and waved wildly in the air, and a little girl gave the boundaries of the state correctly. “What is the largest city in Pennsyl- vania?”’ asked the teacher. “Philadelphia!” shouted the little with the jersey suit. sia “Now,” continued the teacher, “who can tell me what building there is in Philadel- phia about which no true American should think without a glow of love and pairiot- ism? What there which we hould all revere, and which is the pride and hope of every loyal son of the United Statesr” This was a poser, and no one answered for a time. Finally, a boy who sat on the front row raised his hand. “Well,” said the teacher, “you may tell, Sammy EKin- stein.’ Sa mint!” shouted Sammy, triumph- antly. ————+e-_____ Something New The Willams Palace Car Company, capi- talized at $3,000,000, will, it is announced, begin the construction of cars at St. Joseph, Mo., to compete with the Pullman and Wagner companies. There is a little sav- ing of weight in the Williams car. The mattresses, made of cloth and rubber, will be inflated with air immediately before put- ting in use. In the summer chilled air, and in the winter warmed air will be used. Everything Seems Wrong to the dyspeptic. The world is upside down; the times are out of joint; he's ready to turn bis back upon bis best friend. Now, the thing that oftenest ts wrong with dys- peptics is their choice of a remedy. It seems to Ue between drugs and medicines on the one hand and the Carisbed Sprudel Salt on the other. They can't both be right; there's too much difference in thelr metbods and tm their results. Carisbad—the Sprudel Spring at Carlsbad bas been curing dyspetics for hundreds of years. Its natural folvent and stimulating properties cor rect perverted nutrition, repair waste and bring back a healthy digestion and appetite. The only genuine Imported Spradel Salt (the water solidified at the spring) bas the siguature of “EISNER & MENDELSON CO., Agts., New York,” © every bottle. THE EVENING STAR, SATURDAY, JUNE 923, 1894-TWENTY PAGES, WHY SHE IS CHARMING A Lady Tells a Very Graphit Story. WHAT SHE WENT THROUGH There is a Nice ‘worse than before. In this way she lived nearly & year, when she suddenly discovered that she was suffering from that greatest of scourges, Bright's disease of the kidneys. Now, the great trouble with ber, as with ot many other men and women, was that she @id not know what ailed ber. 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