The San Francisco Call. Newspaper, July 7, 1895, Page 16

THE SAN FRANCISCO CALL, SUNDAY, JULY 7, 189Y5. BY DENIS Tt'was in the winter time. The sky was | very dirty looking to the southwest, and the little Breeze that was upon us came up | from the east’ard, but the clouds—the dark threatening clouds— were moving slowly the other way. It had been snowing all the forenoon, | and the captain, who was a short stocky Englishman of the easy-going type, hesi- tated about putting out to sea on the high tide of that afternoon. He was very cau- tious owing to the reported loss of a great many vessels all along the coast. Even a | couple of colliers that left the Bute docks the week before had foundered in the Bris- | tol Channel, and every soul was drowned. | Our vessel, the Finchley, was a soft-| wood, St. Johns ‘built crait, of about 700 | tons capacity, and was bark rigged. Every- | thing ,about- her in the shape of sails, | ANCHOR IN A GALE. A STARTLING MIDNIGHT ADVENTURE Iw THE BRITISH CHANNEL KEARNEY. OO0 00000000000, saw a great big ship nearly on top us. “Oh, my God,” I screamed, ‘‘we're gone!” and as I reached the galley she struck us bow on, knocking Tom into the lee scuppers. Brick and I fell up against the galley door. The red light that Brick saw through u o | the blinding snow was the port lamp of a full-rigged ship that was running up chan- nel with her royals set. I thought she was going straight through us. There was but little time left to think, although a world of stuff flashed instantly through my brain, and, recovering from' the fall, I tried to grab something that would enable me to climb up on to the stranger’s jib- boom. - When she struck us the heayy iron links of her bobstays sna{:ped as if they were pipestems and Brick grasped hold of the piece that hung from the bowsprit, seeing for them, but if the shade and chains are rubbed over with the oil they will not light upon it. 2 J.D.C. CALIFORNIA BEGONIAS. They Will Be Shown in New Strains at the State Floral Society’s Show. The Califorpia State Floral Society will soon present to the public the new Califor- nia giant begonia, the results of years of patient labor and care. At the meeting to be held July 13, a pa- per will be read by J. H. Sievers on ““Tuberous Begonias,”” which will be illus- trated by an exhibition of a strain made by first crossing the double varieties with the erect flowering single ones, thus obtain- ing a semi-double erect flowering variety. This result was again cressed by Duchess of Fife and Leonore Sievers, producing a new double strain, having almost always only one center, which is considered the highest perfection of shape and finish while the strong growth of the singl flowered varieties as well as the large shell- like petals are retained. The best European varieties will also be on exhibition to more fully illustrate the difference in growth and flower compared with the new California strain of gigantic double begonias. 3 The pub%ic is cordially invited to attend “I CAUGHT HOLD OF ONE OF THE BROEEN BACK ROPES, THE END OF WHICH LED UP TO THE CATHEAD.” standing rigging and running gear was | made of hemp, even down to the signal halliards and the reef points in the jib. | Her hull was painted green on the outside, | she had painted ports and her inside bul- | warks were the color of pea soup. There was an after house for a cabin, the top of | which was reached by a pair of steps that were lashed down when at sea, and we lived under the t'gallant forecastle. It was a cold, wet place with no bunks. We | had to furnish our own hammocks and those we slung overboard on each side the keel of the bowsprit. Mine hung over that portion of the anchor-chain that ran out through the hawser-pipe. She was loaded | with coal and we were bound up the Medi- terranean for Alicante, in Spain. We | kedged her out of the Bute docks the | morning before, anchored in the fiats and as the tide left us she settled herself into a | muddy bed and lay there very comfortably | till she was floated by the flood tide. Her refusing to move when the tide re- | turned, till the water rose close up to the | scupper-holes, created some surprise and no little amount of comment among the | eldest of us forward. | “This yer craft ’pears to me to have no | life in her; she'd better shake herself | pretty soon, else we'll have to take to the rigging,” remarked a rasty-looking old fel- low, who had on a canvas jumper, | “If it's a-goin’ to be the riggin’ here to | git out o' the tide's way, where'll we go to | git out o’ the way o’ them short rollers as topples over in the Bay o’ Biscay?” ex- claimed another. * “Wait till we get there, fust, won’t yer?”” growled the first speaker, and he added: | “I've seen as big rollers in this yer blarsted channel as I ever seed on Biscay, where they’s lot o' elhow room.” “I never knowed yer whin ye wasn't growlin’. Sawney, yer never happy only When yer findin’ ‘ault.” 3 “'E “may ’ave bloody good reason to growl, too, lad, afore we passes Lundy’s,” interrupted a thickset, stubby man,who was sitting on the combing of the fore hatch smoking a short-stemmed pipe that was as dirty and greasy looking as his face and hands. “Don’t interrupt a gintleman when he’s gpakin’ till he have finished his sintince. er ignorant, ye are.’”’ *This bleedin’ old ’oaker ain’t what she’s cracked up to be,” continued Stubby, ig- noring the man whom he interrupted. “I've been kind a-kickin’ meself ever since I jined her. Bill Tompkinsshowed itself to me last night, and Bill's been dead these seven years. He was drowned in the | Chiny Bea, and so he was. Last night he says to me, ‘'Arry, me boy, Nell 'ud like to see thee.’ Nell was'is sister and me sweetheart, but she died nigh on to six months ago. I'm not the man as 'ud talk discouragin’, but, shipmates, my word on it, suthin’s goin’ to 'appen.’” “Will you shut up them there goblin yarns of yourn, Harry? You're allus bor- rin’ troudle,” spoke up a young man whose hair and skin was the color of the port light. “Turn to, there, men and clear this snow off these decks,” said the second mate coming forward to where we were loung- ing. 1 was glad of it, for the stories of the elder sailors had shaken my nerves a trifle, We got under way the nexi day and started to beat down the channel against 8 stiff breeze that was blowing from the son’west and an ugly head sea. We stood across the channel under courses and double reef topsails broad sharp up on the starboard tack. There were two ordinary seamen on board—a Welsh lad named Tom and my- self. We both joined her at Cardiff and that morning we had to slush her down. Tom was in the mate’s watch and I in the second mate’s watch. ‘We wore ship at midnight and were head- ing for the coast of Wales on the port tack when abeut 3 A, a. in the middle watch a great big ship ran into and striking us for- ward of the main rigging cut a hole in our side so big that inside of ten minutes the Finchley sank and but two—the Welsh boy and myself—were saved out of acrew of twenty. It was an English winter's night. The snow and hail were falling fast and the atmosphere was so thick that one could scarcely see a ship's length ahead. “Brick,” dressed in oilekins, sou’wester and seaboots, was on the t'gallant fore- castle keeping a lookout. He couldn’t see very far through the blinding snow, nei- ther conld the mate, who walked the weather side of the quarterdeck, watching the topsail Jeeches. Tom had sneaked into the fo'k'sle to escape the coldness of the sleet and snow outside, end was sitting on the heel of he bowsprit under the hammock where I y sound asleep. He was dressed in his monkey-jacket and seaboots, ready to jump if the mate called. “Red light off the weather cathead!” roared Brick, as he lc,lped on to the main deck and ran aft. Tom jumped to his feet and in doing so capsized my ham- mock and threw me on to_the forecastle floor. Shoeless, hatless and frightened I rushed out onto the cold deck and looking which I wound my arms around his legs, caught hold of the tail of his oilskin coat | with my teeth and held on with a viselike | grip. He tried to shake me off but couldn’t. In the meantime our bark sank | beneath the billows and we were left swinging to the broken bebstay with the roaring ocean beneath. The saving of both our lives now de- pended on Brick’s grip. He was heavily weighted, I refused to let go my hold and he cursed me till his breath gave out, and with a wild shriek he let go, not being able to hold on any longer, and we fell into the surging waves below. A few kicks brought me to the surface, and being | 2 good swimmer I struck out for the bows, and caught hold of one of the broken back ropes, the end. of which led up to the cathead. I shinned up to the anchor, which was hanging to the shank painter in the shoe, and straddled its shank to get some breath. On board the stranger everybody was busy. The collision brought the watch below on deck, and it was clew up the square and haul down the fore and ait sails. ently half a dozen or so of the men rushed forward to the t’gallant forecastle, bring- ing with them a couple of lighted lamps, which they hung over the bows to ascer- tain the extent to which their own ship was damaged. On looking over the bows one of the sailors spied me a-straddle of the frozen anchor, shivering and shaking, afraid to let go the death grip that I had on the shank painter, ang my teeth were clattering so that I couldn’t speak. “What in hell's blazes is this thing astride of the shank of this ’ere anchor?’ screamed the man who had seen me. “It must be a castaway; let’s jerk 'im in on deck,’” said a man whom I afterward learned was the bo’s'n, and they did. They soon got half a pint of rum down m{ throat, then stripped me naked and rubbed me back to Tife with a coarse gunnysack, for the fright and frost ecom- bined had left me all but lifeless. One of the first things they did after bringing the main yard to the mast was to launch a boat that lay bottom up on top of the forward house. With this boat the piczed up poor Tom, the Welsh boy. e was lashed to one of the afterhouse steps with a piece of spun yarn. After hauling him aboard the necessary remedies of rum and E\mnysack were applied and, like my- self, he too was seon able to be about. “Tell us how you mznaged to save your- self, Tom ?'’ I asked. “Soon as I gained my feet,”” he said, "I crawled over to the steps; cut ’em adrift, threw 'em over the lee rail and jumped after ’em. Lucky for me ’twas that I had a giece of spun yarn wound round my body for a belt. 'Twas with this thatT tied myself to the steps. held on otherwise.” All of this time the crew were busy about the bows. They spread a sail on both sides of the stem, which was shat- tered to splinters above the water line and splitit. They fastened it on with battens 2s best they could and squared away for Cardiff, whither she was bound in ballast. I can truly say that I was badly fright- ened. The horrors of that night's experi- ance ought to have deterred me from going to sea, but it didn’t. There was a certain fascination about the ocean that I couldn’t resist. I was its willing slave, and four dAys later I was on another bark bound for Valencia, in the Mediterranean, and we knew that we sailed over the spot where the Finchley sank, for we saw some of the floating wreck. DENIs KEARNEY. FIGHTING FLIES. The Summer Warfare and How to Con- quer a Pest. Housekeepers are always glad of any information which will help them to con- quer those enemies of their summer’s peace—flies. Here are two items which experience has proved of use in the battle. We all know how flies settle upon a screen door im rainy weather, or upon those of the kitchen in any weather wait- ing for an opportunity to slip in as soon as it 1s opened. " If a cloth dipped in kerosene is rubbed over the outside of the wire and the frame of the screen, the flies will not settle upon it. They do not like kerosene. One application will usually prove effectual for several days. The other ageni—oil of lavender—is for the purpose of disposing of such of the enemy as have already gained an entrance to the house. Darken all the windows but one. The flies will soon congregdte mpon that, for flies enjoy sunshine as thoroughly as moths detest it.” Now with an atomizer spray the window casing with the oil of lavender and either leave the open bottle upon the sill or saturate a small cloth with some of it. The flies will soon become stupefied and can be brushed down and disposed of. If an atomizer is not at hand rub the casin, with the saturated cloth. Itisalsoa oo§ plan to rub the oil over any place that the flies particularly like to Esht upon, A hanging lamp has often a great attraction I couldn’t have Pres- | (| { | | | the meeting, which will interest all wh° appreciate the cultivation of flowers in its higher forms. “BLACK ROD, BLACK ROD.”|, Singular Ceremony at the Proregation of Parlisment Yester- day. When the British Parliament was pro- rogued yesterday the interesting ceremony of “Black Rod”’ was gone through, as it has been for centuries. The official known asthe “Black Rod” is an attache of the House of Lords, and when the royal sane- tion is to be given to bills or Parliament is to be prorogued, *‘Black Rod” is com- manded to go to the House of Commons and ‘‘request” the presence of the mem- bers of the popular assembly to come to the House of Lords, where her Majesty’s commands are always read. Then “Black Rod,” preceded by policemen, starts on his mission and along the corridors the cry of “Black Rod, Black Rod,” is heard in stentorian tones. There is usually a crowd of people in the central hall that divides the House of Lords from the House of Commons when ‘Black Red” is ex- pected, and when he appears every neck is stretched to see him pass by. Dregsed in a faultlessly fitting court costume, “Black Rod” approaches, carrying in his hand a small black wand surmounted by a golad crown, and as he enters the eorridors leading to the House of Commons the shout of “Black Rod, Black Rod"’ becomes louder than ever,echoing through the spaces like a trumpet warning to the members of the House of Commons to beware of danger, which, in mimic order, the proces- sion of ‘‘Black Rod” is really supposed to mean. When the sergeant-at-arms in the House of Commons first hears the shouts of “Black Rod’’ he orders tbe keepers to ‘‘close the doors” of the Oommons cham- ber, and so they remain until “Black Rod" approaches and knocks three times. Then small lattice v eps and asks, in authoritative tones: 0 18 there and ‘what is his business ?'’ “Black Rod"” replies by telling who he is and that he comes “from anether place” to ‘‘request” the presence of the members of the House of Commons in the House of Lords to hear her Majesty’s commands. Then the door is opened and ‘‘Black Rod” makes his way to the bar of the House, where he bows. Being told to approach he takes four steps toward the center of the floor and bows again, Then he takes four more steps and these bring him to the table, where he bows once more, and then looking “Mr. Speaker” full in the eye he tells his mission. But “Black Rod” must be careful net to ‘‘command’’ the members of the House of Commens to.appearin the House of Lords. “Black Rod” did that long a;lsz and he brought a storm about his ears. The Commons will not be ‘‘ordered” or ‘‘commanded”; they must be ‘re- uested,” and so after this “request’’ “Mr. peaker” gathers up his robes and, follow- ing “Black Rod,” the members of the Commons troop over to the House of Lords to hear her Majesty’s commands. Of late the, uremon{ has lost much of its for- mality and all of its significance, but it is kept up as a relic of older times. ‘‘Black Rod” has, too, lost much of his old-time swnggcr and he no longer struts along the corridors as if he were vested with real au- thority, to deliver his summons, no mat- ter what the Commons were dou:{. His visits have, too, often been ill timed. Itis not many years since the cry of “Black Rod! Black Rod!" interrupted Mr. Glad- stone in the middle of a speech and Mr. Gladstone's friends were nearly moving that the doors be not opened for the bearer of her Majesty’s commands, in which case “Black Rod” would have been obliged to kick his heels outside until it _pleased the Commons to change their mind. Radicals laugh at the whole business, but, as a rule, the members take it Food-nnuredl and the cry of “Black ! Black P is looked upon more as a diversion than any- thing else. e —— Foreclosed Russian Mortgages. The State Bank of Russia will next month dispose by public atction of no fewer than estates, upon the mortgages of which the bank has been compelled to foreclose, the owners, nearly all of the no- ble class, hein(f hopeluslz insolvent. ‘Ina few cases, no doubt, bad harvests have led to the impoverishment of the owners, and made it impossible for them to pay the interest on the mortgages, but the great majority of these failures, writes our cor- respondent, are directly consequent upon the neglect and extravagance of the land- lords. In Poltava alone there are 149 of such foreclosed estates to come under the hammer; in Kharkoff, 60; in Bessarabia, 56; in Tchernirfofl, 37; in the Don country, 32; in Yekaterinoslav, 25; in Kieff, 22;-in Podolia, 16, and in the Taurida, 8.—London Daily News., 7 the sergeant-at-arms ope: window, through which he gmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmnmmmmrmmg LA Harry Fenton, swinging in his hammock under the shade oi a dark green oak, felt that it was a good thing to be alive. The air was musical with the buzz of insects. That type of industry, the bee, rifled the fattest blossoms in that fair San Mateo garden; big, lazy butterflies dozed on the margins ef roseleaves; delicate ladybugs, dots of color, shone on the.white gravel walks—it was a-day of days in July. A humming-bird hung in the air over Fen- ton’s head, and then made a luxurious re- past on the petals of a fragrant magnolia. A flycatcher darted down and scooped a corpulent bug which aspired to a loity place on the boughs of the broad oak. This incident set Fenton thinking. “Is nature then all rapine and strife as the laureate says?” he mused. “That bu, was snioyin% the sunshine. The bir comes and devours it. Presently that hawk soaring yonder will have a try for the carcass of the bird, and my little brother will pot the hawk with his new gun if he gets a chance. Ha, here i3 some more of it—'' A big_garden spider dashed from his lurking place to discover what was shaking his beautiful web. A bronze fly, caught in the tenacious threads, was responsible for the vibration. And here occurred the most extraordinary and in- comprehensible part of this insect drama. ‘The spider, instead of casting his cruel arms about the captive and carrying it to his abattoir, disengaged thetangled wings, pushed it to the eége of the web, and re- leased it. This unprecedented act of clemency completely puzzled the natural philoso- pher. The release of the fly was not a matrer of accident. The spider’s inten- tions when he first dashed from his retreat were unmistakably hostile. The fly had been delivered into his hands, as it were, for his noontide meal. But this tiger of the insect world, this embodiment of cru- elty and ferocity, unbinds the victim’s chains and casts him out of the very jaws of death. It was against all precedent—it was simply incredible. The spider’s'mind was not in its normal condition. He must have been indulging in fermented juice of some kind, else he never could be guilty of such an act of folly. And thus musing, Harry Fenton fell asleep. R il Han Gl nedet e ‘When he awoke, he was conscious of a most stupendous transformation. The hammock he had been in had growntoa tremendous size. The oak above his head seemed lost in the white, fleecy clquds that drifted aloft, and an awful looking ap- Enrition, suggesting a winged whale, itted y him. Its buzzing positively deafened him. All the proportions of nature were subversed. The blades of grass were tall as trees, the roses seemed like vast bal- loons, and the pebbles on the walk were immense bould‘;rs. Surely he must have passed away in his sleep and opened his eyes on another world. Or his visidn was changed. Hiseyes had lost their normal A STARTLING TRANSFORMATION. THE HORROR oF HALF AN HOUR IN A SAN MATEO GARDEN. BY DAN O'CONNELL. ZAUAIASATC USRI AT A S LYy like a flash to Fenton, how odd it was that a ssider should laugh, and that he should understand it. “Don’t talk to me about your father,” said the t’yrfint. “but get to work. It is nearly 1 o'clock, and T am hungry. Not a fly bas come this way since you started to doze ab the edge of the web. Who boards and feeds you, unnatural whelp that you are? Your father, indeed!” and again the spider laughed ironically. To his consternation, Fenton understood that he was hungry, too, and that he longed to suck the juices of a stout house- fly which waddled along the side of a boulder on the walk below. He peered over the rim of the web, and the fly looked up. “I'm on to you,” wheezed the fly; “get back to your hole, you clumsy glutton. If you were down here for two cents 1'd kick your head off.” . __“Come up here and I'll burst your ribs in,” retorted Fenton involuntarily. Then the wretched youth appreciated the misery that he had with the spider’s form taken on all his vices and vulgarities. ‘“You're not the thing to do it,” bawled the fly, “‘and I don’t go one step nearer to your old glue factory, do you hear? Ican doyouupin a fair fight, though I'm not in the best of condition,but who can handle himself with his wings full of your con- founded stickiness?"” _“Quit your cheek!” yelled the boss. “I'll dine on you some day, sure as you live. And you, Fenton, get along about your business or I'll call the old lady to clubthe laziness out of you.” Fenton actually shed tearsat this. What demon had possessed him? What crime bad he ever committed to have been con- signed to this awful punishment? The boss ran nimbly back into the hole at the end of the tree, and Fenton resolved that he would make a dash for liberty. The only possible method of suicide that occurred to him would be to meanderalong the walk, and then, happily, some one might tread upon him and crush out a young life which a few months ago was g0 full of promise. How sweet it would be to die by the foot of Daisy. No, that could hardly be. Daisy would run away when she saw him. She would not have the courage to squash him. Ah, there was the speckled hen. She was notorious for her love of spiders, and sure enough there she lay wallowing in the dust yonder. To die by the beak of a hen could not be painful. It was, to be sure, an awfully ignominious way to shuffle off the coil of spiderdom, buf was it not in the end as speedy as to Eet smashed underfoot or maimed by a room? He wished the speckled hen would come near him. Then he would drop down ufon her nose and in a mo- ment all would be over. * A violent shaking of the web disturbed his meditations. He looked around and saw a shining and petite bronze fly strug- gling 1n the meshes. He ran swiftly to- ward it. Horror of horrors! It was Daisy. “My heavens, Daisy! What brought you here?” he gasped. The wonder of his 77“" through his hali-closed eyes, and enjoying the warm air in an ecstacy of feline lazl- ness. KEEPING THE DESK . IN ORDER. A woman need not be “literary” nor a social queen to have enough writing' to do to make the care of ‘“‘papers” a nuisance. So, too, though she doesn’t have a price- less mahogany desk, with Dresden and sil- ver fittings, she can have lots of ‘bother from the desk she has, unless she practices a trick or so in keeping it in order. It is time saved to refit penholders with fresh pens once a week. Tie one penholder and one sharpened pencil to the desk, letting the string be long enough to not interfere in the use of other articles. This trick is the only known one that insures the pres- ence of these necessary articles on the desk. If a woman will anchor a pair of scissors in the same way, she deserves to be both wise and happy. The fewer fittings a desk has the better. A strip of ribbon or biue denin tacked down by the ends at the back of the desk and then divided into compartments by rows of tacks will serve nicely instead of a dozen or more movable fittings. Into nar- row spaces onme can tuck pencils, paper- cutters, rule, sealing wax and stamps. Into a wider one goes the quire or so of note paper in use, and next to it the en- velopes. Still another holds bills, another the little flat oiled-paper strip into which stamps are folded, the only known way to keep them free from stickiness or loss. For miscellaneous papers of too great | bulkto be so disposed, the sort that ac- cumulate, must not be thrown away, and ought not to get mixed, but which do and will get mixeg up all the time, there is one trick that will subdue them entirely. Keep a supply of little spring clothespins that will nip securely different lots of papers according to your convenience and choice. The biigest ot of pagers so n:{?’ped into separate bunches may be “tidied"’ b any strange hand and yet not get mixed, which surely is an advantage. If the bunches are numerous, and_further desig- nation is necessary, a line of direction may be written on the pin. This arrangement is vastly better than the murderous mounted spikes that are in the way and look untidy. : A big square of blotting paper tacked to the writing-table is far and away better than the most elaborate blotter folio. In- deed, elaborate fittings of any sort are a nuisance for any but a toy, make-believe desk, where Milady pens sweet-scented pink notes to Alphonso. Mucilage is hard to keep in order. A patent bottle fitted with a sponge in the end and a round foot 80 it must be left lying down is perh;l:s the best arrangement. If only one could think to put on the cover.over the sponge, which one can’t. The mucilage bottle that is entirely neat, the peucil that doesn’t need sharpening, and the pen that works without ink are devices that invent~ ors should consider at once. We need 'em. ———————— A Newspaper Pensioner. The Constitution has placed upon its pen- sion list the name of a veteran who has well earned immunity from collectors. C. 8. Youmans of Blackshear, in 1868, wrote to Colonel Carey W. Btyles, then editor og the Constitution, subscribing to the 1‘])upef Eversince he haskept hisnamestraight up-* on the books, having paid in all over $260 in subscription. But now he has grown old, and writes: g “I love your paper as I do my life. It seems to me that I could not live without it. I am an old veteran Confederate 69 years of age. My wife has been the mother of twenty-four children, of whom twenty- one are still living, eight of whom are oung and still depending upon us for gread. Could you not afford to make me a pensioner on your list, as I am_entitled to one from the State? Iloved Henry W, Grady as I did one of my own children. I have his photograph hung up in my par- lor and go to look at itas often asIdo those of my children.”’—Atlanta Constitu- tion. —— Lobengula May Be Alive. Our Berlin correspondent says: The Kolnische Zeitung has received a letter from a correspondent at Mozambique, in which the writer says that Lobengula is “BILLY, THE BIG OAT, WAS SQUATTED COMFORTABLY ON HIS CHEST.” gower and were transformed info magni- ers of the most intense 3u:lny. He' would close them again, and pinch him- self, He was in a dream. Yes, that was the only lausible explana- tion of the wonder. Hello, here was a big mirror in front of him. And when Fenton caught his reflection in a tiny drop of moisture, hanging on the end of a leaf, he believed the days of enchant- ment had come again. For he, a good looking young man who, clad In cool white flannels, had swung himself into that ham- mock half an hour before, was now, by some diabolical and unaccountable agency. transformed into an ugly garden spider. He_ looked again. There was no doubt about the fact. He had lain down a man, and he was now a spider. ¥ It was horrble. hat would his people think of his mysterions disappearance? Would they fear that his accounts at the bank were wrong? that he had embezzled the funds and had run away to escape pun- ishment? And above all, what would pretty Daisy Parson, his Daisy, think? And she hated spiders, too. Sbe used to scream and nhugder when one of those hateful insects approached her. If he had turned into anything else but a spider it might not have been so bad. Bui death was infinitely preferable to this. Here was an outlet. He might destroy himself. Then he might awake restored “to his old shape, and should this fortunately occur he would not waste another hour. On the evening of the day that saw him Harry Fenton once more Daisy should be his wife, even if he had to run away with her, "flere, you Fenton, what are you loafing for?” Get to work, you skulkin, villain, and mind that upperend corner the web.” Great heavens! an awful looking and muscular spider stood at his side. The great eyes glared threateningly at him, and the long and ugly teeth zuufied ominously. He was, he felt, in the presence of the boss of the web. Possibly his father. How could he tell now who his parents were? “‘Get to work, I say, and be quick about it wled the monster, “Who are you, anyhow ?"”” asked Fenton, ‘‘and what are you bossing around hers for? Thisismy father’s garden, I'd let you know.” - " e sweetheart appearing in fly shape did not strike him as astonishing, and this, too, puzzled him. Clearly his intelligence was ceasing to be human and now ran in an insect channel. “Oh Harry, Harry! Get me away, Harry, or I shall faint; and all my clothes are spoiled, too, by this sticky stuff. Lord, what a horrid leokip, spider you have grown. Quick, Harry, le me go or I shall call papa” and she nodded to the wheezy fly on the boulder who had cheeked the boss spider. ““You don’t mean to say that fly is your father, Duisy,”ejncnhteg poor Fenton, as he endeayored to separate her wings from the ael.finoul stuff which held them, “‘Of course I do,” she breathlessly re- joined. ““We were off for a walk together, -and he told me that he thought he saw you up here. And that you used the most. ;w!i\‘flfllnn'u?geA “é tl::m How could you o it, Harry ¢ T ‘who has always been so kind hp;%u,p:lga "who con- sented to our en, liement without a word.” “How could i ell it was your father, Daisy?”’ apologized Fenton, as he tugged away_at the right wing, which seemed hopelessly glued to the web. “Absurd, Harry, you don’t mean to tel me Ian failed to recogmize papa?"’ “I swear I did, Daisy. Oh, sweetheart, sweetheart, we have fallen unpon evil d?s‘ ‘We are enchanted, I tell vou, Daisy. I did not believe in those fairy tales even when a child, but now I know that they are all true.” “Stuff and nonsense, Harry., Get me clear I tell you. Papa will be awfully un- easy.”’ And bang went her forefeet into the web again. “Here, you Fenton, bring that fly here uick. hat are you fooling about?’ ny! it has the hoarse voice of the boss spider, running toward him. And a few inches behind came his mate, more bloated and repulsive looking, if possible, than her use. Fenton strained and strained with aisy, in his mandibles, to fling her over the edge of the web. Another second, and they would be safe. Too late! The vora- cious monsters were upon them. He saw them spring. A purring sound was in his ears, and— LA e Billy, the big cat, was squatted comfort- anre me, Harry! The huge spider laughed, and it occurred, | ably ot bis chest, looking lovingly at him still alive. He writes that %in August last year his people, whom he had sent up the river to redeem slave children, told him that Lobengula had fled to the left bank of the Zambesi, and that the statement has since been confirmed by elephant-hunters from the Kasugwe River and by negroes from the Upper Zambesi, who said that it was Lobengula’s brother, an Induna, who was dead. The Volkszeitung seemsa to creditits correspondent’s statement.—Lon- don Daily News. —— e The State of Maine is worth $235,978,716. — Do your shoes hurt your feet? You buy the wrong kind. Goodyear Welt Shoes, if they fit the feet, do not hurt. They are easy and plia- ble—just like hand-sewed shoes, only stronger, bet- ter, and cheaper. A All shoe dealers have Good- year Welt Shoes, but some try to sell other kinds on which they make a little better profit, You will be safe if you insist on Goodyear ' Welts. ”‘flnodguWeltl are LEATHER _SHo not rubber. PRAISE. N able to say that all the symptoms with which I was afllicted haye passed away, and I am now a perfectly healthy man. Yes,Iam in perfect health, and have noticed the chango TAKE GREAT PLEASURE BEING from time to time. I will always have the best of words for the great doctors of the Hude son Medical Institute. [Signed.] P. D. ROBINSON, San Mateo, Cal. F R X R B R R K E X K X E N The wonderful doctors of the Hudson Medi~ cal Institute have permanently cured me from a chronic affliction, and I am thankful to God and to them. I wish to state that under the treatment of the great doctors of the Hudson Medical Institute I have been fully restored to health, and I am mow enjoying that great blessing, perfect health. Iam now feeling like throwing physic to the dogs. I wish to thank the doctors of the Hudson Medical Institute for the inestimable good'that has been done for me. The Hudson Medical Institute shall always receive my heartiest supportand recom- mendation. I would send my brother or my father to the great ‘doetors or the Hudson Medical Institute. A. W. NEALE, 710 Alpine street, Los Angeles, Cal. B oR R E X ECE R X X B oE % A. E. Schillinger, Sutter City, Cal., saysi Hudson Medical Institute: I have taken your medicine for over a year, and I got help out of every bottle. It is wonderrul. I would not put myself back where I was for $£500. I feel like a well man all the time; could not feel any better than I do now. A. E. SCHILLINGER, Sutter City, Cal. R RN B ORE R X E R X% KIDNEY AFFECTION.—These are the main symptoms: Slight pain in back, sediment in the urine, same highly colored. Frequent voiding of urine. Compelled to get up often at night. Eyelids swollen. Dropsy of the limbs, Excessive thirst, palpitation of the heart, pals anzmia, blood thin, bowels irregular, no ap- petite, pain 4n limbs, swollen lmbs, etc. 1t you are suifering from kidney affection write or consult, iree of charge, with the whole body of doctors of the Hudson Medical Institute, Steckton, Market and Ellis streets, San Fran- cisco, Cal. D I T E. W. Fowler, Kanole, Cregon. HupsoN MEDICAL INSTITUTE, Stockton, Mar. ket and Ellis streets, San Francisco, Cal.—Dear Good Doctors: Please send me more medicine. Iam doing so well, so very well. Tam more than pleased with your treatment and shall surely gay a good word for the great doctors of the Hudson Medical Institute. E. W. FowLer, Kamele, Oregon. kR E R R R e % o® R % W R Piles can be cured. It is not always neces- sary to use a knife. If you have soreness in rectum, itching, small tumors, bleeding at stools, bowels constipated—at times diarrheeay if you suffer from piles, or if you begin to suf- fer, call or write.to the doctors who have cured so many people. The great white building— Stockton, Market and Ellis streets, San Fran« cisco, Cal. KR X R R E X X X E R % K ¥ J.T. OROURKE, Petaluma, Cal., says: Gene tlemen: Iam completely restored to health. I never felt better in my life than I do now. I am feeling splendid in every respeet. I cannot find words eneugh to thank you for what you have done for me. I bless the day that I placed myself in your hands. Yours truly, J.T. O'ROURKE, Petalums, Cal. ® R R RN R R oE RN R K Write to all of these people and ask them if what' we print is true. If you send to us for more testimonials we can send you over 2000, all in prafse of the work of the doctors of the Hudson Medical Institute, Stockton, Markes and Ellis streets, " o e Ew All the following cases are curable: Catarrh of the head, stomach or blade der; ail bronchial diseases; all func- tional nervous diseases; St. Vitus’ Dance; hysteria; shaking palsy; epi- lepsy;. all venereal diseases; all kinds of blood troubles; ulcers; wastes of vital forces; rheumatism; gout; ec- zema; all skin diseases, from whatover cause arising; psoriasis; all blood pois- oning; varicocele; poison oak; lost or impaired manhood; spinal troubles; nervous exhaustion and prostration; incipicnt paresis; all kidney diseases lumbage; sciatica; all bladder troubles; dyspepsia; Indigestion; constipation: a1l visceral disorders, which are treated by the depurating department. Special in= struments for bladder troubles. R R R E R E %R E K e E@~ Circulars and Testimonials of tha Great Hudyan will be sent you free of charge if yow write for them. PR AT R RS R You should read the “Blood Book.” It tells of diseases of the blood and how they are over- come. It will be sent to you free. although the cost is 25 cents. Write for “Blood Book,” Hude * % oxE % % % . . w son Medical Institute, Stockton, Market and Ellis streets, San Francisco. Cal. R R E R E ® ¥ X ®oE N W HUDSON MEDICAL INSTITUTE, Stockton, Market and Elifs Sts. £~ Send for Professor J. H. Hudsow's celebrated lecture on “The Errors of Youtn and on Lost Manhood.” It will cost yow nothing. Visit the institute when you can. All pas tlents seen in private consulting-rooms. Outs of-town patients canlearn all about their cases if they send for symptom blanks. All letters are strictly confidential. Two thousand testis monialsin the writing of the Individuals cured. Office hours—9 A. M.to 8 P. M. 9to 12. 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