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‘ B. PAUL CHAPTER XIX. When Mr. Leife came to himself his first idea was that he was in bed and that his feet must have strayed out- side the bedclothes. Then it struck him that the bed was uncommonly hard and that it was tilted up at an uncommon angle. Whereupon he sprang up ‘and immediately slid down into five feet of water racing along at such a rate as to almost carry him off his feet. The shock recalled his wan- dering faculties. Something, he now recollected, had struck him—something that had been thrown or had rolled down from above. When he fell it must have been onto a ledge of rock from which his legs hung down and dangled in the water. He began to be conscious of a throb- bing in his head, and when he tried fo move he soon found that his left shoulder was stiff and painful. . Gradually the whole incident, with BY: NEUMAN. Cocos Ee COOROOSOOOOOOOSOOOOSOOOG I NE lent effort he dragged something out, flung it away and spat heartily three or four times. Then he turned to his deliverer. “Heaven bless you, sir!” he cried. “I thought it was all over with us, sure enough.” “Us?” repeated the curate. there any more here?” “Aye,” answered Roger Carr, for Mr. Leife now recognized one of his rough parishioners, “there ought to be three more lying hereabouts, unless those /rascally villains killed them out- right, and I don’t think that they did. Let’s look about for them. We haven't much time to spare; the tide’s nigh our feet now,” and as he spoke he disappeared in the darkness. A min- ute or two later he called out: “This way, sir; here’s Ben Owen and another—I think it’s Pursley—yes, it is, and they’re both trussed like I was.” The curate hurried towards the voice, and found Carr kneeling beside a prostrate body stretched on a long slab of rock, round which the incom- “Are all its details, revived in his memory, and questions began to suggest them- selves. What had become of Ruf- findge and his nephews? Had they, too, fallen victims to the cunning of Weasel John? For that this was the true explanation of his own misadven- ture he had little doubt. Or had they made their escape and left him to perish? Even if this were so, could he not find the way by which they had scaled those seemingly inaccessi- ble rocks? With not little difficulty he turned and made his way back against the stream, feeling as he went for any indication of a means of ascent. In this search he was at last successful. As he moved along he suddenly put bis hand on something that felt very much like a step. Without a mo- ment’s hesitation he pulled himself up out of the water by it, and proceeded to a further investigation. Sure enough, a few feet above him, was an- other rough step, carved out of the rock, and above that another, and then, at longer intervals, one or two more. After this they ceased, but at about the height of his waist as he stood upon the topmost step he felt a iz > opening. His crippled arm » climbing slow and painful, but Ct ing tide was already lapping. It need- ed only a few strokes of the curate’s knife to set him free, and the opera- tion was quickly repeated on Pursley. who was close by. “Now for Will Strong,” said Carr; he can’t be far off.” But though they searched in every direction they could find no trace of the missing man. The area of their in- vestigation was by this time very much restricted, so fast was the tide approaching. It was evident that be- fore long they would be pinned against the rocks. Pursley was the first to recognize this. “Look. here, sir,” he said, addressing the curate, “it’s no good our having hands and feet free if we’re to be caught by the tide. Poor old Will isn’t here, and if we wait about many minutes longer we shall go to keep him company. We've only one chance, unless we want to go back where you’ve come from, I expect. ‘Dhere’s another cove on the other side of those rocks’’—he pointed to the Cruddle—“and I fancy it runs back a lot deeper than this, so that there we might be safe enough until the tide’s on the turn again. There’s a way across there—I’ve been over after gulls when I was a boy—but it’s a stiff climb and we shall have to wet our legs pretty high now to make a start.” he managed to draw himself level with the hole and clambored through. In the pitchy darkness it was risky work, but letting himself down on the ether side he was relieved to find a narrow foothold running, it seemed, along the face of a rock wall. Turn- ang his face towards this wall and emoving with the utmost deliberation, he made progress slow but sure. After a while the path widened, and then came to an abrupt end. He found, however, that when he sat on the edge and explored wit hone foot he could just reach something that felt tike another step. It occurred to him that this might be the top of a series of rock stairs similar to those he had just climbed. His surmise proved correct, and as he descended the darkness began to tif. At last an abrupt turn and a long drop brought him to the ground, end through a wide arched opening he saw the sea, with its long marge of foam eddying round the black stumps of rock, and overhung the clear shining elars of heaven But though not so dark as in the channel or on the steps, it was still obscure enough to make anything but the most ous movements very perilous. As it was, he more than once came h y to the ground, for the rocks on which he had to walk were wet and slippery. He could see that the tide was coming in fast and guessed that it would soon fill the lit- tie iniet where he was now standing. He must either press on at once or beat a retreat. For the latter course he had no inclination, though it was perhaps the safer. As he hurried for- ward he once more stumbled, this time ever and upon something soft, some- thing warm, something that writhed and wriggled beneath his weight. Strong-nerved though he was, he could not repress a cry of horror, for there was something horrible in that. silent mas of quivering flesh. He fose quickly to his knees—he was quite unhurt—and bent over the gwtrange object. It was a man, and evidently a living man, but apparently incapable of uttering a sound that could be heard above the ceaseless roar of the sea. “Who are you and what is the mat- ter? Why don't you get up? Are you alone?” Such were some of the ques- tions addressed by the curate to the Unwilling as Mr. Leife and the oth- ers were to give up their search for Strong, it was evident that Pursley was right. “Let us have one more try, said the curate, and accordingly they went again over the ground, now narrowed to a few square yards, but all to no purpose. ’ ! “Now, follow me,” cried Pursley; “I doubt it’s too late,” He walked out boldly into the wa- ter, followed by the others. Though the sea was not exactly rough, yet in the neighborhood of the Cruddle it was never calm, and the cross-currents were extraordinarily strong. Before they reached the gap in the rocks, to which Pursley led the way—they found it was all they could do to keep their footing. Indeed Carr, who was short ,had to swim, and would have been carried away but for Owen and the curate. Fortunately the distance was not great, but when they reached the ledge which was to be their starting point they were all ex- hausted, and were glad to sit for a minute or two on the slippery rocks and recruit. The curate was up irst and began the climb. There would have been no great difficulty by daylight; but in the darkness, and to men wearied and benumbed, the scramble was an ardu- oups undertaking. They felt well re- paid, however, when—having crossed the, ridge—they saw before them an inlét running far back. Indeed, in any case, they were now tolerably safe, for where they stood they were well above high-water mark. “Shall we make a shift up here for a time?” said the curate. “We are out of danger at any rate.” “Yes, and starve with vet and cold. Not me, sir,” said Owen, who was already letting himself down to the shore. The others followed without a word, and in a very short time they all found themselves on the beach, which narrowed almost to a point under the cliffs at the back. Looking up, the curate exclaimed: “There’s a regular room up there. If we were hard pressed we could find object at his feet, but not a syllable eame in answer. 4 A sudden idea suggested to Mr. Leife that he should feel-for the stran- ger’s hands and feet. After some lit- tle difficulty he discovered his wrists tied together behind his back, and so tightly that the stiff cord was almost buried in the flesh. Drawing a sharp knife from his pocket, Mr. Leife be- gan with great care to sever the rope, but when the hands were free they fon. When, they, too, were ur the victim, with Mr. Leife’s etood upright. His hands went his mouth, and after a brief but shelter in. it.” The others had thrown themselves on the shingle. “This will do for a bit,” said Purs- ley. “Any one got any bacca?” The curate pulled out a roll and cut it into quarters. “Ah,” he‘sighed, as he put the fourth back into his pocket, “if we only had a light! “Now,” he went on, turning to the men, who were lying on the ground, “perhaps you'll tell me how youcame into the plight in which I found you over there.” be “You spin the yarn, Ben,” said Carr; you know ‘how to string the words to- gether like a lawyer.” “well,” said Owen, rolling his quid cious such a mighty lot to it, but what there is, Tl do my best.” i CHAPTER XxX. “You know, sir, the job we were on; we're not ashamed of it, for we Whayre folk slip our cargoes in as clean and quiet as if we were gentle- folk. Of course, when the revenue men get a bit too saucy we may have to sharpen our claws, but that’s not our fault, is it? “Well, this time—we don’t mind your knowing—it was rather a special run. Our little Cowslip, she came over from Cherbourg with tea and brandy as usual, but besides that we carried a barrel that was a good bit heavier than either. ’Twasn’t ours, you understand, but we had charge of it, and if it reached Exeter all right there was to be something for each of us worth the having. I suppose it was because of that barrel we were short-handed—the orders was, ‘seven and no more.’ “Qld Foial was skipper—poor' old chap!—and everything went as well as it could till the dark to-night. There was a lot of fishing craft mak- ing for Lyme, and we sailed with them till we got within two or three miles of shore. Then we left them and stood across for Whayre. After a bit we ran into a fog, which we weren’t sorry for, as we’d heard there was a man-of-war with her boats dodging about, and we reckoned to creep in | under cover of this same fog, you un- derstand. But at last it got so thick we knew we shouldn’t be able to see no lights, and so we downed our an- chor and lay to for a bit, “Well, I suppose we was careless, but we got tired of doing nothing, and we put our lanthorn between us and Strong pulled out his old pack—he was a rare one for the pictures—and we fell to over a game. In the middle, all of a sudden, we heard the swish of oars pulling hard and fast, and before we could shut the lanthorn a little boat runs up on the port and hooks on. A little boat she was, but packed with as ugly a crew as ever you saw, all armed to the teeth, and with pieces of black stuff over their eyes. They made no bones about their job, either. “Foial he sings out, ‘Now, then, what are you after?’ and the words were hardly out of his mouth when a big chap in their bows fetched him a cruel wipe across the face with a hanger and the blood was all over him in a minute. Another one clubbed Jack Williams with the butt of a pis- tol, while a third one gripped me round the throat and tried to pitch me overboard. “By this time we’d got our wind again, as it were, and Pursley here pulled out his pistol and shot one of them through the shoulder. We saw there were only five or six of them, and we began to pick up heart and should have beaten them off, when), just as we were hot with them up comes another boat—a big one, this time—and fastens on the starboard side. How many she carried I can’t say, but they’d got the black over their faces ,too, and a big brute in her waist spits Tom Crowner with a long sword, so there were three of our poor chaps done for. “I suppose that the heart was out of us by that time, for it was all two to one, and they better armed. They flung us down and tied our wrists be- hind our backs. The three of our crew that were wounded they tossed into the sea, though old Dick he did beg hard for his life—he was that set on his grandchilder, you know, sir. Art- ful they were, too, for they tied a bag of ballast to their feet before they heaved them in. As for the rest of us, they gagged us and tied clouts over our eyes. We heard them argying whether they should kill us or not; but one of them who seemed to be a sort of skipper, said ‘No; we can make use of them first.’ I tell you, I didn’t like the sound of that ‘first.’ “Well, we started away, pulling steadily, we being in the big boat— what they did with the poor little Cow- slip I don’t know—lying on our faces at the bottom, and none too comfort- able, as you may suppose. At last the tossing ceased and we moved along slowly in still water. A minute or two later and we stopped dead, and one of the men spoke: “‘T wonder whether Dickey or Tripp are there?’ Almost like an echo came the answer in a voice that I didn’t somehow liké the sound of. “‘Dickey’s got a job ashore, but I'm here all right, boys, and there’s work, for all of us to carry off this stuff. I see you’ve done your job.’ “Then a lot of them began jabbering at once, but soon the same voice broke in again, short and sharp, like a man that means to be obeyed.. “Stow all that gabble. You, Joe, come out here and tell me what you’ve done.’ “The talking stopped at once, and for some minutes I should think, there was silence, all but for a few jokes and curses, and those for the most part hardly above a whisper. Then the man they called Tripp spoke again: “Take the bandages off their eyes and untie their hands.’ “The fastenings were pulled off, none too gently, and the gags taken out. Well, at first I didn’t Know what to make of what I saw. sort of channel—very narrow it was, with high rocks on each side of us and rock over our heads, too, I think, for the mist had lifted, but I couldn’t see the sky. Just where our boat was moored, on the port side were some rough steps cut in the rock, and two or three feet above the top one was a big hole with a strong light showing through.” “I know the place,” crie? Mr. Leife. We were in a}: } e AS sr yageaeres 2 ; you, sir, exclaimed Owen, in a tone of surprise. “Well, it was the first time I ever set eyes on it, though I do mind hearing when I was a lad that there were caves inside the face of Wedge Hill; and that’s where this channel is, or I’m much mistook. On the bottom step stood a very tall man, with the same black stuff over his eyes. “ ‘Now, you fellows listen to me,’ he says, and his voice was rough and hard. ‘My men,’ he says, ‘are too soft- hearted for this kind of work, or they’d have left you to pickle in the big brine barrel out there. As it is, I have a great mind to do the job myself, but you look so scared’ (tHat’s what he said) ‘I’ll give you a chance for pure pity. There’s some stuff here wants shifting into the boats, and my men have got plenty of use for all the strength they have. Now, you finish the work for them neat and sharp, and here’s what we'll do. We'll go on our own way and leave you behind safe and sound without hurting a hair of your heads, and a cask of good liquor to keep the cold out. That’s the offer—that, or the edge of a six- inch knife, whichever you like the best.’” “Could you see how he was dress ed?” interrupted the curate. “Not very plain ‘I couldn't, for after the first we were always on the move, and the light was nothing to speak of. He’d big shag breeches and a sort of rough jacket, and it came down well below his middle. I'll tell you what I did notice, for I stood under him, as it were, and his trousers, as I’ve just told you, were big and wide. He’d got on socks most like a clown at a fair— yellow and black rings they had.” “Ah!” said Mr. Leife, “yellow with plack rings; that’s something. Al] right, go on.” (To Be Continued.) A LIFE SAVER. Ferry Boat a Healthful Place for Babies. “That is a common occurrence here,” said the gateman at the Fort Lee ferry house, in response to a wink from a bystander, as the fourth baby carriage containing a tiny specimen of the human race passed through the gate. “These people are our regular patrons on days when weather condi- tions make life miserable on the island. “Yes,” he continued, apparently glad of a chance to talk, “the upper deck of our boat often looks like a nursery. There have been as many as six ba- bies on the boat at the same time, and, strange to say, there was not a peep from any of them. The air on the river agrees with the little tots, as they spend most of théir time on deck either in cooing to their mothers or in sleeping. “Several of the mothers who come here regularly have told me that their doctors prescribed this sail for them as the next best thing to leaving the city.. After trying it they are enthusi- astic over the good it does the little mites. They come as early as 9 in the morning and often stay as late as 2 or 3 in the afternoon. Many times they board the boat with a worried, careworn look, later to leave it happy and smiling. “Qh, this boat has a record as a life- saver,” he said, as he closed the gate pehind the last passenger going across.—New York Times. NEW YORK WAS LIVELY. Considerable Going On in One of Its Streets. . The season opened with a bang in the region of Thirty-eighth street and Broadway, and events followed one another quickly. At 3:30 the shriek of a stout German woman rent the air, startling the neighborhood and so alarming her companion, who was really in no danger, that he stepped in front of an approaching vehicle. It was drawn by a dopey pony, but the man was knocked down. The shrieks had not died away before an automo- bile collided with a beer truck, and that excitement was followed by a dog fight in front of the Casino. The block was in an uproar, and it took the rain storm to drive the crowds back into the theatrical exchanges and managers’ offices whence they came.— New York Sun. Well Known. An English manufacturer who haa just returned from a tour of Scotland, is relating an amusing incident which occurred during his trip. In a remote village in the Lowlands he came across an inhabitant of such venera- ble appearance that he stopped to chat with him. “By the way, what is your name?” inquired the traveler. “Robett Burns,’ was the answer. “Dear me! that’s a very well-known name.” “Nae doot it is, moh; I’ve been blacksmith in the place for nigh on saxty years.” Could Not Vote. On a certain building job some years ago the, contractor, who was a politician, put in a hod-hoisting ma- chine and discharged the men who jad been doing that work. A hod- earrier who had been thrown out of employment by the change came around a couple of days after to see how the new apparatus worked. He watched it for awhile in silence, and finally exclaimed: “Ye're all roight. put ye can’t vote. Ye’re a-a-l roight, Providentially Spared. “Well, suh, “it’s too good to be true!” said Brother Williams. “What is?” asked a member of his flock. “Possem time is come ag’inen we ‘since the days of the patriarchs; that I suppose you gave up art long ago. i Games Help to Form Life to a Great Extent, Says Writer. Concerning the educational value of games there can be no question, but the points in their favor as influencing and benefiting national character and national spirit are rarely so strikingly set forth as by Dr. Warre, the head- master of Eton, in C. B. Fry’s Maga- zine. : Dr. Warre lays stress on the su- periority of games as opposed to the cultivation of mere athletics. A na- tion’s sports help in tracing the de- velopment of the nation’s life, serving ag markers of progress. “Rowing,” for instance, according to Dr. Warre, “has played, as a serious business, no inconsiderable part in the great events of human history, and yet as a mere pastime it is inferior to none,” says Dr. Warre. “And then, again, games are in- valuable in school life as teaching mutual respect and self-restraint; and endurance, along with quickness and observation and readiness of decision. These stand them in good stead in after life. Games help to form char- acter to a wonderful extent and I do not know any means by which you can so quickly arrive at an estimate of human character, of individuality, of personality, as you can by watch- ing people at games or engaged in any sport that calls for endurance, patience, celerity of mind and body. “Tf I had to lead a forlorn hope I should like best to have with me some of my old shipmates, some of the steady and trusty men who never fail- ed in the supreme struggle of a uni- versity race. That is what is meant, of course, by the hackneyed old say- ing of the battles of England, being fought on the playing fields of Eton. It is absolutely true. You get down to the bedrock of human character by means of games. Any substitution of technical gymnastics for games is in- advisable; the mental and moral be- ing, quite as much as the physical, loses immensely by such substitu: tion.” MEANT TO LIVE LONG. Figures Seems to Show Man Should Exist for a Century. There has been very little, if any. change in the duration of man’s life is, some four or five thousand years ago. Every one did not attain to great age in those days,,any more than they do to-day, for various reasons staté in the Bible. Abraham lived to be 175 years old (but his two younger broth- ers appears to have died before him). Abraham’s wife, Sarah, lived to be 127 years old; Isaac lived to be 180; Ish- mael lived to be 137; Jacob lived to be 147; Joseph lived to be 110; Kohatt lived to be 133; his son, Amram, lived to be 137; his son, Moses, lived to be 120; Aaron was three years older than his brother, and died some years Le- fore him; Joshua lived to be 110. 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